[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/KeAjc2u.png[/img][/center] [center][sup]The Dollhouse[/sup][/center] [b]"M-Molly?!"[/b] Madison spoke, catching Mariah's attention, but only in a brow raising way. As The Jaws activated around Madison, Mariah side eyed Claudette, and wondered why they would invite the hot-head with the Dinosaur to a delicate negotiation. Of course, there was now a gun pointed at them, and this caused Mariah to let out yet another dramatic sigh. Her phone vibrated-- who the hell was calling her right now of all times? [color=f26522]"Is everyone a cowboy in this part of the world,"[/color] laughed Isla. And again, this caught Mariah's brow raise. Great. They drugged [i]Isla[/i]. Fantastic. While normally, she would have walked over to help Isla, the fact things were still quite tense kept Mariah rooted in place. This wasn't the first time she had a gun pointed at her, but it was the first time she had one pointed at her while not knowing what the [i]fuck[/i] was going on. Herik tried steering things back on track and Mariah silently thanked hin for it, though it was Lyss who forced the damn thing. Good. With some of the tension letting up, figuring the negotiation was ample distraction, now was when Mariah decided to take out her phone and check it. Her brows knitted as she fanned herself whilst looking at her phone screen. Seven missed calls and fifteen text messages-- all from Maxwell? She balked slightly as she began to scroll through the text messages, trying to make sense of them. He was asking why she was at the Dollhouse? How did he-- was the weirdo following her [i]again[/i]? And then her phone started vibrating once more-- Max's face popped up as he was actively calling her. Softly she mumbled, [color=#F3128D]"Why?"[/color] Sharply, she jolted as a gunshot rang out, adrenaline flooding her system as she spotted Kimberly with a smoking gun. Her lips moved but Mariah couldn't hear her. Mariah watched Kimberly move slowly to point her gun at someone. Flashes lit up the room twice. Screaming pieced the silence. Yellow-Orange light flared to life around Mariah as she reflexively enchanted her dress-- BANG-- Another scream. Blood sparkled in the light and something tapped Mariah on the side-- a bullet fell to the ground, coppery and bloody-- Claudette's bones were showing-- Madison's feet slid across the floor-- A man bun jiggled around-- All in one motion, Mariah grabbed one of the pretentious little cube foot rests-- her abstraction practically turned it into a yellow-orange block of doom-- and she lifted it over her head, before chucking it directly toward Luis with all her strength, stepping toward Madison as she threw it. Her hands found another one and she readied to throw it as well as a sharp gust of hot wind hit her. A what? Chains clanged and jingled loudly. Violent gurgling and churning noises picked up. Mariah looked over to notice that Molly sank into the floor slightly, but then there emerged a man from the floor-- as if he were lunging from the depths of a pool. Dressed in an old school black and white stripe prisoner outfit, with rusty iron shackles, complete with dangling chains, around the dark-brown corpse-like skin of his wrists and ankles-- he wrapped his arms around Molly's waist violently. She was given little time to react as it happened so quickly and she released a strangled noise of surprise. Thorns and bones attempted to manifest around Hraesvelgr in their final moments before the chains, glowing eerie green, wrapped around her throat of their own volition. Just as quickly as he emerged, the abscised apparition pulled Molly "down" into the watery depths of the floor as both of them screamed. Only a puddle that led nowhere and a muggy humidity was left behind.