[Moxie Foxy]

a young girl of 18 years, walks quitely as possible through the hallway. her short high making it hard for her to see. she shivered from the cold of this strange, empty, stone catacomb-like place. there were rooms and corridors, but not all of them held nice things, no most of what she'd seen sent shivers down her spine, and would likely haunt her Nightmares for the rest of her life... She stopped to peer in an seemingly empty room, were she curled up in a corner, trying to make herself as small as possible. her long sandy-brown hair fell around her as she rested her head on her knees, green eyes tearing up as fear took control.

she'd been wondering endlessly for what seemed to be days, running from some of the terrifying phycopaths that roamed freely in this cold, dark place. she didn't even know how she got here in the first place, nor anything of the time before she woke up here... the only things she had was the simple short sleeved white dress she wore, along with black shorts, which no-one could see because of the dress that fell down to her small ankles. and then there was that strange tatoo... D2-X... where did that come from?

she shook sadly in her corner as her thoughts wandered... she didn't even know her name... but had a faint recollection of some one or something calling her... Dee? oh she just sighed, this didn't really seem to matter now... for she knew that she alone was the only sane person that wandered these cold halls in terror...
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