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wakingupDEAD
[a Kylie production]
Welcome to wakingupDEAD. Its where all the cool kids hang out. ferrreallz.
xoxo. kylie.
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xoxoadmin
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"Hello, and welcome to Heroldson's Correctional Facility." A woman with a fake smile says to you. You can tell she's practiced this line in a mirror before. Her eyes don't twinkle as she smiles, passing you a sheet of paper. You look down and see the same sentance written at the top of a piece of paper. Your social worker takes it from you, telling you quietly that he'll deal with it. You nod, and look around Heroldson's Correctional Facility. The halls are quiet, white, and filled with cameras, all pointed in your direction.
"They're motion censored," The lady behind the desk explains, noticing you looking into them.
You nod again and continue to look around. There's a list of rules about a mile long posted near the entry way that you failed to notice on your way in. You squint to try and read them, but can't make anything out. There's a girl standing by the list of rules, and she turns around to see you staring at her. She glares at you viciously before showing you her teeth and meowing softly like a cat.
You give her an odd look in return and turn back to the woman at the desk, she stares at you just as oddly as you were just looking at the catgirl. Your social worker taps your shoulder, and leads you to the hallways with all the cameras. They watch you as your social worker kneels down to look at you straight in the eye.
"Welcome to Heroldson's," He says, and you almost laugh at the repetitiveness of all this. "This is where you're going to be staying for a while," He continued to explain. "So, uh, have a good time, kid," he nodded his head and stood up. He straightens his jacket and walks towards the door. He opens it quickly, gets out, and closes it tightly behind him. You follow his trail, and try to open the door. Its locked, and a loud alarm goes off.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the lady behind the desk snarls at you, her knobby fingers pointing straight between your eyes. "Why don't you go make some friends or something?"
You bite your lip slightly, looking around at your new 'home'. You nod your head and walk slowly down the halls of Heroldson's Correctional Facility, unsure of where they are going to lead you.
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