The Doll house...

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(first time at making a public roleplay so I'm a virgin... would love you to play along with the story enjoy)

Alice looked over the strange dollhouse inspecting every tiny detailed room. The hallway with the white and black tiles and curved mahogany staircase and tapestries hung on the walls. An adjoining room, which was the dining room, a large oak table and wooden floors green walls and a small vase, which must have been daisies, adorned the table. Alice sniffed and swore she could smell them. A shiver went up her spine like someone had walked over her grave as she looked at the other rooms.. A ballroom filled with mirrors, a kitchen full of pots and pans and a huge old-fashioned stove. On the 2nd floor a large bathroom with porcelain tub and a large golden dressing table, a master bedroom with a red velvet chaise and a huge mahogany four poster bed, and a spare room and a strange dusty looking attic.

Alice traced her fingers over the tiles of the roof it felt cold like slate. She stood back to observe the house it was eery but she was intrigued to she looked back at her friends and smiled.

“So are we going to try this game out then? I’m not sure how it works but we’ll work through it.”

Her friends grinned wildly all of them curious about this game no idea how it will work and sit down round it at the dining table. Alice looked over the rulebook and read aloud.

“Every player must choose a character most to their likeness hold it in their hand and recite this promise and then place the doll in the house starting in the hallway…. Right easy enough. Everyone grab a character and hold it”

they all rifled through the box to find small dolls. There were 6 in total 4 girl dolls and 2 guy dolls. Alice looked at them and repressed a shudder all the dolls seemed to bare a likeness to one of her friends.

The first doll had long slender legs and body and sleek blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail wearing a pretty pink ruffled Edwardian dress. The 2nd was slightly rounder and shorter with messy black pixie cut and a little blue ruffled Edwardian dress. The 3rd was a tall and curvy, Brown ringlets tied up in bunches red lips pouting and a green ruffled dress and the 4th looked just like Alice. It was average height a little chubby but nicely curved with alabaster skin big eyes and red waves falling about her dainty shoulders and in a white frilly dress. The guy dolls were both very dapper. The first dark black hair slicked back in a quiff with a Edwardian grey suit the 2nd tall and muscular with a bowtie and messy short brown hair.

Alice began handing them out slowly her hands almost retracting at touching them they felt so real. Once they were all holding their dolls they recited the same promise like the rules said…

“Together we begin in this dollhouse, together we will not leave. The dolls master has come to play so let the games begin.”

As the final words were spoken Alice felt a strange queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, her head started spinning and the doll in her hand felt like it was throbbing she looked down but her vision was fuzzy and before she could say anything everything went dark.

Alice sat up slowly holding her head her eyes flickering open bewildered she looked around seeing her friends asleep on the floor. On a black and white tiled floor…. where the hell were they? Tapestries of swirling blackness destroying bright reds and blues were hung on the red walls the room was gloomy the only thing lit was a dark mahogany staircase that spiraled up into the 2nd floor…….
 
*bump de bump do baddy* (to the tune of hump de hump-red hot chilli peppers)

Interesting start to a story - nice descriptions as well. Feel like I need a bit more if I am going to continue - feels a bit open at the moment...care to write a touch more so we get an idea of the direction you are wanting this to go?
 
Interesting start to a story - nice descriptions as well. Feel like I need a bit more if I am going to continue - feels a bit open at the moment...care to write a touch more so we get an idea of the direction you are wanting this to go?

at the moment the your meant to not really know what is going on just like your characters. The idea of the game of the dollhouse is to investigate rooms and deal with whatever the doll master may throw at the players. so to begin with it's the characters trying to figure everything out... hope that makes sense and helps
:)
(sorry I'm new to public rp's)
 
Adam had been surprised when he had first been invited by his friend Alice. Not that they weren't close but because it had bern a while since they had last spoke. He remembered how they used to talk every night but as time passed so did there daily phonecalls. He watched as she studied the house , he himself was surprised at the craftmanship of the doll, almost realistic. He felt an uneasy feeling about the house maybe it was just him, he had decided to stay silent. afterall why would he spoil the mood of the entire group.

He looked around the room, a few familiar faces, in the centre stood alice
 
He looked around the room, he noticed a few familiar faces.In the centre stood Alice, he couldnt help but smile at Alice as she looked towards him.

He watched intently as he saw alice draw out a set of figurines. As it slipped in to his hands he felt it press against his palm. He looked at watching as if the doll was changing shape almost as if it was him as. He felt a slight darkness about the figure , yet he remained silent not knowing what to say. As he examined the figure he he saw the figure was talk.muscular with edwardian clothing. He could sense that the figure would be important in some sense or another.

he watched as he heard the party mutter a few things about thier dolls, silence fell as alice spoke again asking them to read a verse from the book.

"together we begin in this dollhouse, together we will not leave. The dolls master has come to play so let the games begin"

he felt a sudden darkness fill him , feeling himself drift of in to the darkness as if he had fallen asleep..He stirred slightly as light hit him..*blink* he lay there for a moment staring off in to the xeiling.For a moment he thought he had fainted maybe the excitement of the game had gotten to him.
 
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Alice was looking down at herself horrified,her clothes were different. Someone had changed her. she was now dressed in a tight frilly white dress, delicate lace tight around her throat. Her hair had been pulled up in loose ringlets and someone had put on white stockings and white and blue Victorian boots. All her friends too had been clothes and changed.

Alice looked up noticing Adam stirring she scrambled to her feet and stumbled over to him. Her legs a little shaky. she looked down at him looking his body over to make sure he wasn't hurt and knelt down next to him.

"Hey are you okay..? No one else is awake yet.." she stuttered quickly

Alice didn't understand what was going on,she traced her fingers over Adam's shoulders to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"Adam I don't know what's happening..." Alice finally confessed her strong voice wavering exposing how scared she truly was. her eyes started to well with tears.
 
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"Either do I", Adam stammered rubbing the back of his head the swelling was tender and the size of a goose egg at the spot his head whacked the floor.

The only thing he was sure of was that someone was kneeing beside him and there fingers felt cool and strong on his shoulders. The pair of hands seemingly disconnected from a body felt good as they wandered randomly. However, his swimming brain couldn't quite place together, why was he being touched, what had happened?

Why was room spinning around him like the time he was a kid and drank too much of his father's homemade wine causing him to spend the night hanging on to his bed for dear life.

Finally, seconds maybe minutes later he couldn't tell how long a face appeared through a fog. Looking upward he recognized Alice however, she looked somehow different as if he were peering at her from underwater but, he didn't feel wet. The thing he felt now was the overwhelming feeling of a dull throbbing ache in the back of his head. Slowly her face came into focus and for the first time he noticed she looked as if she were about to cry...

Slowly easing himself up he placed his arm around her hugged her close and in a strong steady voice masking the fright welling up inside him he spoke softly and firmly, "Everything will be alright I promise. Together we can handle this we only have to figure out where we are and we go back from where we came."

Warping his arm around her and squeezing her a little tighter for his own reassurance as he reached up with his free hand and wiped a tear from her cheek letting his hand fall away and dragging the moisten digit across his pant leg leaving a little streak on the grey tweed of his trousers..

"Why don't you help me up and we'll doing a little exploring and try to figure out where we are and how we got here...
 
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Alice stood up and held out her hand, pulling him up. Their bodies pulled close up togethor. she blushed a little and stepped back Alice looked down at her sleeping friends and took a deep breath.
Shehad to try find a way out of here and quick. she was terrified and tried to conceal her bodies trembles.

She patted down the odd clothing she was in her fingertips brushing over the lace of the dress. and paced to the first door she saw. she pressed her hands against the pale wood and turned the crystal door knob slowly opening the door wide.

she walked in slowly cautiously grabbing Adam's hand. mint green walls fresh daisies placed in a glass vase on the oak dining table. They both walked in and the door slammed behind them. they turned quickly trying the door but it wouldnt budge. they were trapped in this odd room.
 
Andrea opened her eyes, her head spinning and absolutely disoriented. She looked down at herself and examined the green ruffled dress that was just a bit too short for her comfort then she noticed the corkscrew brown curls cascading over her shoulders, "I can never get my hair to look this perfect," she whispered to herself. "Alice," she called but Alice and Adam were missing from the circle of friends who were still in the strange state of sleep. Andrea walked down the unrecognizable hall and pushed open the door at the end. She stepped into the room and the door snapped behind her, startling a gasp from her mouth.
 
Steven opens his eyes groggily looking around in confusion. Look around at the sleeping people. Wondering where Alice and the others are, I get up and start wandering through the halls looking for everyone. Open a door and walk into the library, startled by the door slamming shut behind me I bump into a bookstand knocking it over.
 
Karl, who was still confused and dazed was startled to hear the door slam and surprised to see Andrea standing in front of the closed door. "Andrea? Where is everyone?" Kars asked as he rushed over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. But she didn't answer. SHe just stared at him like she did not know what was goin on. "ANdrea? you okay?" Karl asked as he gently brushed her curly hair from her face.
 
Jesus, where the hell am I, said Adam to himself, as he staggered through to the hallway. He paused, and took a step back into the bedroom. Lying on the bed were all 4 girls lying neatly in a row, with their dresses and frocks pushed up over there heads, panties removed, and legs apart. Yes, he knew who they were, as if there faces were visible-----the pubes, those oh so beautiful lips he had breached during the night---the milk trickling from Alice's gash. Woww---for me Alice's cunt is truly sex on legs, he thought!
 
Pat looked around the room at Alice's invited friends. More boys in the room than boy dolls. Alice know's Pat's secrets but what about her other friends? Sorting through the remaining dolls he finds the one that looks most like him. But it's not a him, it's a her. Dusty blond hair a bit to long for current boy's fashion. An athletic body for a girl but frail for a guy. The doll's breasts were small, perkey and she was obviously not wearing a bra. It was the face. It was his face. Checking first to see if no one was looking, he reached for it, picked it up.....

He awoke in a dark room, or at least he felt like he awoke. It was the dream that convinced him he had been asleep. It was transformative. The feminne side that had been with him since puberty had come alive. He no longer was afraid of being what he truly was, a lovely young athletic woman. The frilly dress. The lace stockings. Pat felt under the dress. It was gone! In its place was a velvety smooth, tight fitting pair of white cotton panties. She ran her finger over the surface and a bolt of electricity shot up her spine.

From accross the room she heard her name "Patricia. Is that you?"

The transformation was complete. Patricia was ready for the doll house.
 
Eliza sat and watched as everyone began repeating the passage. She had sat quietly watching everyone, normally she was considered the loner, the weirdo but she couldn't help but be happy when she received the invite.

Looking down at the small doll sitting in her palm she couldn't help but run her hands over the blue dress, something just didn't seem right, the small hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. she wanted to voice her concern but she didn't want to draw attention to herself, after all she was finally accepted within a group of people, could she consider them friends?

Quickly following everyone's lead she repeated the passage and was met by the gathering darkness. She was on her back, opening her eyes slowly she looked up. The ceiling was white, turning her head to the side, she noticed the tiled flooring, the bath.

Frowning she slowly began to sit up, clutching her head as it throbbed she looked around once again, she was in a bathroom? "How the..?" Her words stopped when she noticed the blue dress, gazing down she ran her fingers over the dress, then her hair, it was short! Biting her bottom lip, she continued to just sit and look around, something was wrong.
 
Andrea opened her eyes, her head spinning and absolutely disoriented. She looked down at herself and examined the green ruffled dress that was just a bit too short for her comfort then she noticed the corkscrew brown curls cascading over her shoulders, "I can never get my hair to look this perfect," she whispered to herself. "Alice," she called but Alice and Adam were missing from the circle of friends who were still in the strange state of sleep. Andrea walked down the unrecognizable hall and pushed open the door at the end. She stepped into the room and the door snapped behind her, startling a gasp from her mouth.

at first the room was dimly lit but it seemed to brighten up like her entering it had woken up something alive in the room. large copper saucepans and pans filled shelves. a large old fashioned stove. the smell of stew filled the air that she swore wasn't there before. she inhaled deeply she smiled and closed her eyes. the smell reminded her of her childhood, her mother cooking and teasing her about the boys she used to like or talking about how school was. she opened her eyes and there she stood. Andrea took a step back gasping. it couldn't be. her mother had passed a couple of years ago.

"Hey hun, what's wrong you look like you've seen a ghost." she smiled and ushered her into a stool by the stove and returned to her cooking. giving it a stir."don't worry dear this will make you feel good as new" she poured out some stew into a bowl and slipped a spoon into it and handed over to Andrea.

she took it but just stared up at her mother. it had to be her mother the same dimple on her cheek, the same slightly permed blonde hair the almost minimal makeup. what was happening. was she going mad?

Steven opens his eyes groggily looking around in confusion. Look around at the sleeping people. Wondering where Alice and the others are, I get up and start wandering through the halls looking for everyone. Open a door and walk into the library, startled by the door slamming shut behind me I bump into a bookstand knocking it over.

the books spill out crashing to the ground the room eerily silent making the sound of the crashing cupboard painfully loud. Steven stood awkwardly in front of the damage. a crackling fire stood warm and roaring in the fireplace 2 large red velvet chairs faced it. large shadows seemed to dance around the musty books. a deep voice came from one of the chairs.
"tsk tsk tsk...the games have just begun and you are already making a mess.."

the shelves and books suddenly seemed to go into reverse in slow motion and slunk back into place against the wall. as if nothing had happened. Steven took a tentative step forward goosebumps rising on his skin even though the room was warm and stuffy.

"what game...what are you talking about..? where are we."

the mans voice sighed as if he was tired

"years of this game and still the same old questions... you called upon me.. you called me to play the game so that is what we are doing, playing the game. I do hope you will all be good sports, no one likes sore losers." he chuckled darkly with some knowledge that only he knew and no one else could even imagine. his chuckles seemed to sigh out of the room he clicked his fingers and Steven suddenly felt alone.

he moved forward to where the voice had been but there was no one there and only a small note left on the chair he picked it up and read it out loud.

one of the six has got the answer to your question.
you must find it or all is lost.
and it will be you that pays the cost.
there is a box hiding in this house that only one can open

he shivered and tried to figure out what it could mean. what box..what cost
 
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