<div class="floatright">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/b36a2cbe-7ec2-4a0f-83c1-80b5a9177b34_zps94ff6f9e.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: GranthamLight;">Aislin McCarthy<br/>Doll Room, West Wing<br/>Current Inventory: Messenger Bag, Simple Polaroid Camera, Cell Phone, KeyRing, Wallet, Odd Diary, Doll Key, Notebook and Pens.<br/>Current Equipment: Simple Polaroid Camera // Exorcismal Power: Moderately Low<br/>Film Type: Type D Film // Current Film Amount: 31 Shots<br/></span></strong><hr/><br/>Inching closer to the woman who had identified herself as Cassandra, Aislin knelt down somewhat near her, trying to be as calm and gentle as possible.<br/>"Cassandra? You said your name was Cassandra? Hey there, Cassandra. Are you able to move? Can you stand up?" Aislin offered a hand to the clearly shaken looking girl and stood, tugging Cassandra along with her. Instinctively, she shrugged out of her black leather jacket and offered it to the girl, seeing now that she was barefoot and clad only in what looked to be a white nightgown or thin dress of sorts.<br/><br/>"One second, let me check my bag..." Aislin murmured, ruffling through her bag for a moment before tugging out a pair of thin, slim, low-heeled work shoes. They were black and simple and not exactly built for running around in, but they were certainly better than going about barefoot.<br/>"Here, see if these fit you. They're the shoes I wear when I'm in my office, they're not really designed for regular wear and tear but... well, they're probably better than getting splinters in your toes."<br/>Aislin took a step back, allowing Cassie room to slip into the jacket and shoes, hoping both articles would fit her properly, as she didn't have anything else left to offer her.<br/><br/>When at last Cassie seemed a bit more pulled together, Aislin spoke.<br/>"I don't think this is a dream, Cassandra. I don't know where or what this place is. I... I think it has something to do with this strange Diary I found." Before Aislin could say more, the sharp thud of something dropping to the floor caught her attention.<br/><br/>Turning away from Cassandra, Aislin noticed something appeared to have fallen off of a nearby shelf. Laying in a heap on the floor was a soft, plush doll with a round wooden head, clad in a pale pink dress. Face up, her button eyes stared at the ceiling listlessly and her mouth was stitched into an eternal, crooked smile.<br/><br/>"It's just a doll." Aislin murmured, reaching down to pick up the doll and place it back on the shelf.<br/>"That's mine!" A sharp, childlike voice shouted, dashing forward through the far wall and snatching the doll from Aislins hands before it could reach the empty space on the shelf.<br/>"Ah!" Aislin cried out, stepping back, her eyes widened with shock and her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the little girl from before. Had the girl followed her here?<br/>"You're a thief!" The little ghost girl cried out, clearly enraged by Aislin having touched the doll at all.<br/>"No, I wasn't trying to take it, you don't understand..." She trailed off, slowly backing to the side towards the door she'd entered from, while holding a hand out, angled behind her back, towards Cassie.<br/><br/>"You... you have your doll now, sweetie. See? We didn't take it. We just wanted to pick it up off the floor, alright? We didn't want it to get dusty, is all. That's<em>your</em>doll. We weren't going to keep it. Honest." Despite all logic, Aislin was, as best as she could, trying to reason with the angry ghost. She only had so much film in her camera to take shots with, and wasn't entirely sure why, if the light of the camera was hurting ghosts, the light of the flashlight wasn't.<br/><br/>"Do you want to play with me?" The girl smiled and looked at Aislin and Cassandra straight on, that bloody slit of a mouth was even more unsettling the second time around. Aislin got the feeling that the 'playing' the girl referred to wouldn't end well for them.<br/>There was only another moment of waiting for the feel of Cassies own warm hand against hers before Aislin bolted to the door and fled with Cassie close behind her.<br/>"Don't leave me!" The ghost girl screamed in a blind rage, running after them, though not nearly fast enough to keep up, thankfully.<br/><br/>Sprinting down the hallway, with her grip on Cassies hand tight, if a bit sweaty with fear and anxiety, Aislin managed to gather enough breath to explain,<br/>"I saw a door down this hallway. It seemed like it was stuck, not locked. When it comes into view, I want you to throw yourself at it with me. With enough force, we should be able to get it open, okay?" Aislin didn't wait for an answer as the door had come into view.<br/><br/>"On three! One..." The door was just a few feet away now.<br/>"Two..." If she reached out, her fingertips could touch it.<br/>"THREE!" Slamming her shoulder full force into the door, with Cassie beside her, Aislin felt her sense of balance lurch somewhat as she tumbled over a dresser that had been half blocking the door, only to have Cassie land squarely a top of her.<br/>"The door! Shut the door!" Aislin cried out as she scrambled to kick the door shut in the face of the little ghost girl.<br/><br/>For one long, agonizingly anxious moment, there was silence.<br/>Then, bit by bit, the small girl began to apparate through the door, with an angry look in her gaze and a smile on her lips.<br/>"Hide and Seek? Found you. I win."<br/>Without thinking, Aislin raised her camera and took a shot of the girl, albeit a clumsy and slightly off-center one, but a shot all the same.<br/>"AAHH! CHEATERS!" The girl screamed, lunging towards Cassandra, who was nearest to the door.<br/>"Get back!" Aislin shouted while taking another photograph, though it was unclear whether she was referring to Cassie or the ghost girl.<br/><br/>The second shot she took was steadier, her natural finesse for photography shone through, and the ghost girl was likely still reeling from the snapshots of the first time around in the small room.<br/>As she steadied her camera for the third shot, it occurred to her that perhaps it wasn't the light of the camera damaging the girl at all. Perhaps it was the photograph? That seemed strange though. Why would a photograph hurt someone?<br/><br/>As she snapped the third shot, the ghost girl seemed to slow down, having taken a sustainable amount of damage at this point.<br/>"Cassandra, take this. I want to test a theory." Aislin called out, fishing her cell phone from her pocket and tossing it to her platinum haired companion.<br/>"Take a picture of the girl. I'll keep my aim on her just in case I'm wrong."<br/><br/>The familiar mechanical click from her phone snapped a shot of the ghost girl, and answered Aislins question at the same time.<br/>Slowing to a dull march, the ghost girl dropped to her knees, sniffing.<br/>"Fine. My turn to hide." She said, dejectedly before fading away to a space beneath the floor.<br/><br/>"It's the photographs." She murmured, confirming her theory. "It's not the light, like I thought. It's the photographs. Taking a photo of them hurts them? Or traps them? Or... something? I... I don't know. It does something. And whatever that is, it keeps us safe." Exhaling a bit, Aislin nodded,<br/>"Okay. Good to know that. Shit... I'm going to need more film."<br/>Turning to glance as Cassie, she offered a reassuring smile,<br/>"You... alright? I think she's gone now. For a while, at least."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cell Phone Camera</div><div class="spoiler_body">For those who are curious/wish to use their cell phones as cameras, here are the stats:<br/>Current Equipment: Cell Phone Camera // Exorcismal Power: Very Low<br/>Film Type: Type E Film // Current Film Amount: 00 Shots</div></div>