..((Our scene begins in the dead of night. All is seemingly quiet in the suburbs of the large town of Munich, Germany. Everyone is seemingly all in their homes, all tucked away in bed. Dreamland is such a sweet time for all the little boys and girls. Except for one. Dreamland isn't very nice to one particular girl, with happy little thoughts of dying and severing relationships. We go to visit this little girl at her broken and run down home on the skirts of a suburbian town. Therein, Daffney Unger stays awake, willingly. She stands in the middle of her bare, whitewashed living room, holding herself with her arms. Her head turns, noticing a sway in the wind outside. Daffney wears a black logo-blank spaghetti strap shirt, with matching coloured capris. The bottoms of her capris shudder slightly with the breeze moving through the boxed off windows, though if she noticed or not she gives no indication. Sleepytime tonight was something of.. a nightmare. She had dreamt earlier that her beloved boyfriend had broken up with her, and she died from a broken heart. Last night, all the same. She wonders why these dreams plague her, but now's not the time to worry about such rubbish. A dream dictionary could cure such problems, but then again who wants them analyzed? She has other problems to worry about: that women's title match at Lock Down. What does Daffney care if she wins it or not? She cares not. All she cares about at the moment: well.. nothing, really. Presently, she cares about her sanity, because really.. do dolls really talk to her? Or is it all in her head? Perhaps she really did belong in her Georgia Sanitarium, at least there she didn't have to hear all those quaint little insults from her plastic friends. Daffney sighs and sits down on her little chair, her forehead residing in her hand. Riot isn't there, nobody is. Only Shannon Spruill.. her screaming victims downstairs, and those damned dolls))..

What are you thinking about?

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
Ah, nothing you need be concerned about, Mandze.

I think you're lying to me again. I'm your friend, you can tell me things.

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
I think not, friends don't tell friends to go 'fucking die', simply because of a simple phrase used. Friends don't tell one another to go and kill people they love. No... you're not my friend at all.

Give me a chance, I'm sure we could be the best of friends. I miss your smile.

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
I'm sure you do. But why smile much anymore? I just resort to the same mood I was in before those little endorphins went to my brain.

You should go out and play with all the other children. Life should not be spent imitating the dead. You have vitality! Show it!

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
Daniella..

Yes! I'm your friend. Go out and play while you still can! Smile and be happy! People love you and care about you..

She lies, Shannon. She isn't your friend.

[-x "The German Princess" Shannon Spruill x-]
I think I will go outside.. it's quite lovely out..Yes in fact.. I'm smiling already.