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The real Josiah was caged up in his own head, the ultimate prison.

Waverley clapped once. "He's ready, are they?"
Damien shook his head. "Not unless they're meant to wear the clothing they came in."

"Ok, please don't. Unless you want to bug me then by all means call me Taps."
((Josiah hates me right now...))
Josiah just stood there, silently.
Emmy stopped back in the spot she started in, she listened. Footsteps were approaching she could hear them echoing down the hall.
Salem....

Farrow smiled at him. "Got it."
Waverley smiled. "I haven't done something like this in a long time...I think they should change...I'm guessing the clothing they wear now covers much too much of their skin. Have them changed."
Damien thoughr it was weird to have a five year old ordering people around.
Salem sat up too fast. What's going on?

Patrik nodded and sat
"So what else?" he needed someone to keep his mind off Emmy and Salem.
People are comming. I thought you should be awake, don't let anyone take you by suprise. Especially while you're at their mercy. Emmy listened as the footsteps came closer.

Thanks Em....oh...I hear it now.

Yeah. It's going to be hard for them to find me though... I blend in.
Declan kissed her quickly

Yeah. It's going to be hard for them to find me though... I blend in.
Declan kissed her quickly"
"Really? What company would you have it manufactured by?"
Salem laughed. I don't blend in at all. I stand out like a sore thumb. The doors to both rooms opened.

We're fucked either way,
Emmy looked down to see the floor under her glowing white. The fact that it was visible made her stomach hurt with nerves.
Declan pulled her close

Salem flinched when she saw the shadow creeping across the floor, following it to the open door. "Well that's just dandy."

"Their F-150 is pretty impressive" he said
"Emmeline." A voice sneered coldly
"We can see you," the same voice said "Even though you can't see us..."
The voices seemed to bounce off the walls and creep up on her tap her on the shoulder and then vanish again.
Josiah was moving down the hallway with out a sound, he stopped in front of a nondescript door and waited untill he got the all set.
Declan held her
"Yes, you are."

Emmy was forced into the clothes that were thrown infront of her. What she ended up in was a metallic silver tanktop and stark white spandex with all black high top cons. The fact that she was in different clothes alerted her to what was about to happen to her.
Josiah leaned on the door and pushed it open slowly
((Who first?))

"Yes...?"

Zack was walking out of bar, when he saw Dani sitting in a cab with some dude. ((Dani's ex...))

"Big one," she said, looking at her hands, lost in memories. Farrow smiled slightly.
A black bundle landed with a soft thud at her feet and she got to her knees, fumbling with the ties that held it closed. Inside was clothing that she desperately did not want to wear. She had no choice, though, as the people who'd brought it, people she couldn't see, forcefully undressed and redressed her. She felt like a doll, helpless and undignified. Salem wanted to cry and lash out at the same time but she couldn't. Something wouldn't let her.
The long, loose white shirt dress was paired with black shorts so scant she wasn't sure if they could ever be considered appropriate, even under a shirt that covered them fully. The only part of the outfit that she didn't mind was the tuque she was now wearing, her hair trapped inside, only her bangs and short, wispy tendrils left to frame her face. The shoes made her want to gag. White. So. Much. White. And as soon as they came, they were gone, taking the shadows with them.
(( her outfit, minus the shorts. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=21... ))

Patrik smiled
"Those are the best ones."
The floor beneath her feet was still that startling white that made her eyes hurt. The firey copper of her hair was the only splash of color in this place and it reflected off the metallic of her tanktop. She felt so exposed in that moment she longed for the darkness. So she would at least have the upperhand, which if she knew anything about kidnapping and torturing, she would need.

Emmy! Salem's fists were clenched around the hem of her shirt, wishing it were dark so she didn't feel so lost in this sea of white.

Zack was walking out of bar, when he saw Dani sitting in a cab with some dude. ((Dani's ex...))
Dani watched him.

Zack was walking out of bar, when he saw Dani sitting in a cab with some dude. ((Dani's ex...))"
Declan looked like someone had just shot him
"What do you mean?"
Patrik fell silent.
What? Emmy said trying to move out of the white spot, it didn't work. It just followed her.
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((thanks))
Waverley kept it up until she was sure he was ready. Then she took her hands back and smiled slightly. "Jojo."