~ Plot ~
So, this is almost exactly like the game Ib. If you haven't played it I highly recommend you do or at least watch someone else play it { Not only for the RP but it's also a great game and I loved it }. Now, let me explain the game itself a little bit before I explain the RP.
{ This also helps }
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Ib is a horror indie game where you play as a nine year old girl trapped inside an art museum. Not so scary? It's not really. No jump scares but there were a few life-or-death situations that had me at the edge of my seat. Now you enter a whole other dimension inside that art museum and everything in that world wants you dead. The Lady in Red paintings are some of your most common enemies and the most annoying and frustrating ones.
Then there's the statues. They're creepy and all but I don't find them a major threat but still, gotta avoid them.
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The creepiest little mother f-ers alive are the freaking dolls!
And last and yes least are the mannequin heads. They don't attack you but they do follow you around everywhere and are just creepy.
{ There's also Mary but I will leave her out for now as she isn't immediately declared an enemy }
Now, there are the roses. They are your lives. Lose all your petals and you DIE. Lose most of them and you are in crippling pain. Under no circumstances can you afford to lose or give someone your rose. There's no way to regain a lost petal { Even though in the game you can use a vase to restore your health but I find it more realistic if we don't use that in the RP } so be careful and be cautious.
Also, a big factor in the game are puzzles. That's also going to be a big factor in the RP. I'm going to be using the same puzzles that are in the game so don't worry if you don't like puzzles when there's google around.
Now in the game there was Ib and Garry. We're keeping the enemies but not the characters. OK? And also, we're not following the exact same storyline the game went through either. Just pointing that out.
Now then, shall we begin?
~ Kristie Toni Thorn ~
Kristie sighed and tugged on her neck collar as she watched the scenery roll past outside the window. Today was her 18th birthday and the poor girl would rather spend it hanging out with her friends and having a good time, not spending it trapped inside an art museum in a stupid, girly dress. Kristie was, however, belonging to a rich family of utter importance and her parents thought that meant she needed more class, more properness { Whatever that means... }. Kristie just hoped nobody from school would be there to see her at an art museum dressed up like a doll. Then again, why would any of her friends be at an art museum? On a Saturday no less? Still, she had a bad gut feeling about today. She expected it to be just from being bored to death or humiliated in front of her friends. God both of those would have been better than what was about to happen today...