Schools Sucks: Horror - RP (Now ACCEPTING)

A whimper escaped my throat as the girl walked by. Instinctively, I crouched down, pulling the hood over my face, violently trembling.
 
Hearing a light noise, Beatrice turned around to the source. It was too dark to see well, and she was tempted to turn back, but she decided to investigate anyways to see what - or who - was there.
 
Lifting my hood a bit to peek if the girl had left or noticed me, I saw her shadow covering me. A small squeak escaped my mouth, and I pressed back as far as I could into the door, curling up as tightly into a ball as I could.
 
Seeing the girl, she was about to talk when she realized that the other girl was probably thinking that she was going to hurt her. Crouching down in a non - threatening way, she spoke. "Hey, are you alright?" 'Dumb question, obviously she's not alright...'
 
As she knelt down, I only trembled more. "P-please d-don't h-h-hurt me..." I whimpered, trying to get farther from her.
 
As she knelt down, I only trembled more. "P-please d-don't h-h-hurt me..." I whimpered, trying to get farther from her.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." She tried to assure the frightened girl, putting hurt hands a bit in front of her to show she had no weapons. "I'm Beatrice." She introduced, hoping to show the girl she meant no harm.
 
"L-Lulu..." I mumbled, peeking at her from under my hood, the dim light reflecting off my blue eyes, giving them a glowing appearance. "I... I know y-you're not unarmed..." I murmured, never taking my eyes of hers. "T-there's s-something in your p-pocket..."
 
"L-Lulu..." I mumbled, peeking at her from under my hood, the dim light reflecting off my blue eyes, giving them a glowing appearance. "I... I know y-you're not unarmed..." I murmured, never taking my eyes of hers. "T-there's s-something in your p-pocket..."

"They're scissors, but they're for protection." She replied, knowing that lying would only make things worse anyway. She felt like it would be best to put them somewhere else, but she still wasn't sure if anyone dangerous was still around, and didn't want to lose her one way of protection.
 
"C-could I see them for a second...?" I asked, extending my arm out an inch, my hands fully covered by the long sleeves.
 
Beatrice wasn't sure what to do.

On one hand, Lulu could just want to see them for a moment then give them back, but then again what if she wanted to take them to leave her vulnerable and easy for the kill? And could she really trust her despite just seeing her?

"Why..?" She asked, not entirely sure of the situation.
 
{Ah, the old gang back together. Rainbow is scaring me, though....}

- - - Post Merge - - -

Sharri wiped tears from her eyes, crouched under a cafeteria table. Her lips trembled as she thought of better times, when her friends talked happily here in the cafeteria eating their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and pudding cups. She remembered the time when they looked forward to English, with the teacher who loved poetry, and she even missed the tiger of a P.E coach, Mrs. Lung.
Now all there was left of those happy memories were kids gone crazy, murderers, captives. Share plagued her mind with the worries she always thought of. There was no way in to the school, and no way out.
 
"I just want to see what type they are..." I murmured, my eyes showing innocence.

Beatrice thought a bit more on it and finally gave in, looking serious. "Fine, just give them back after." And with that she carefully handed her the scissors, now keeping even more on guard as she was pretty much a sitting duck without her scissors.
 
"...These should do..." I murmured to myself. reaching behind me, I grabbed what looked like a large white pompom, attatched to my jacket by green string, resembling a bunny tail. I snipped of a bit of fluff that was a bit longer than the rest of the "tail", then gently handed the scissors back to her. "T-thanks..."
 
As the bunny left the room, he slowly lifted the boy on to the table. For once, he took the compass out of his mouth. He didn't say a word, only laughing loudly. He put a hand on the boys face as he attempted to cut his tongue out.
 
[Just slice him open already XD ]
The boy struggled, desperately trying to escape Ash. Fear overtook him, preventing him from calling out for help.
 
(Yes, I'll slice him open now. :P)

Ash giggled as he slit the boys stomach open, causing him to scream in pain and agony. He tore out the boys intestines slowly, blood spurting over both of the boys, as he dropped a small section of slimy, gooey intestine into his mouth, breathing excitedly as his nose bled.
He put the knife back in his pocket, jumping on to the table as he looked like he was pinning the boy down, despite the boy being strapped to the table. He began tearing out the boys other organs with his hands, as he licked the blood off his fingers, the metallic yet delicious taste of blood gracing his mouth. He began gouging the boys eyes out with his fingers, causing his eyes to be crushed into blood, iris and sclera, dripping out of the boys eye sockets as he screamed hopelessly.
 
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I whimpered as my friend's screams echoed throughout the halls. I shakily stood up to my full height, right around that of a fourth grader's. I slammed open the door, my eyes filled with pure rage. "I told you not to hurt him..." I growled, glaring daggers at him from under my hood. "I suppose you really do want to die from the inside out..." I hissed, pulling out the sewing needle, still crusted with his dried blood.
 
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