❝ Parents? I don’t have any of those. Father abandoned me a long time ago. ❞
Swaying back and forth on her heels, Mary fingered the petals of her rose; once fake, it was now alive, sepals velvety soft beneath her touch. However, unlike Ib’s and Garry’s, it wasn’t at all representant of her life force. Rather, a relic from the past. A reminder that she had once been something inhuman. And she’d hold onto it until it withered and turned into dust.
❝ My name is Mary. What’s yours? ❞
This was an unsettling reply and Wendy had to force herself from staring dubiously at the girl. What was this kid's deal? She was acting like something straight out of a horror movie and it worried Wendy.
“My name’s Wendy. It’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you, Mary.” She held her hand out to shake, politeness taking precedence over fear. While Mary was kind of freaky, Wendy had no doubt she could take on a kid if anything went down.
9:43 pm Thursday, November 6, 2014 | 
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