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Robin Michele Bás
Sneaking around through town, the child left small whispers of a murder behind. She said things, ever so softly, that put suspicions into people's minds, without necessarily drawing much attention to herself. Humans' thoughts were easy enough to manipulate. Eventually, the scent of the female from the park caught in her little nose, and she found herself wandering into a police station. The cops didn't seem bothered by her presence, but eventually, one did ask why she was there. “Someone said my mummie was in here....” She said, a heartbreaking sweetness to her voice. “Could I go see her please?” The girl's dark eyes looked to a senior officer, who held his hand down to the child. “Alright, let's go see if we can find your mommy, little girl,” He replied, leading her towards the part of the station house that held a few jail cells.
Robin strained, pulling him along, flawlessly acting like a scared child searching fervently for her mother. She caught sight of Rosanna, and stopped by the cell she was in. She bit her lip, looking a little torn, her dark eyes looking back up to the officer. “C...can I...talk to her alone please? Just for a minute?” The little girl's voice openly wavered, and she looked as if she might start crying. The officer seemed skeptical that Robin would come in looking for her mother and yet pick out the Van Davreis girl, but Rosanna had always been the strange one, he supposed she could have had a child. There had to be some reason her father was always so angry about things in her life. “I've got to make a couple of phone calls, I'll be back in five minutes,” The policeman said, heading back towards the other part of the building.
After just a moment, Robin let the act drop, a smirk coming over her lips. “They always have such a hard time holding on to their keys,” She said simply, opening her hand and letting the keys dangle from their ring around her finger for a moment. The child shook her head, before standing up on her tiptoes, slipping a few different keys into the lock on the cell before finding the right one. Her little body struggled a little with sliding the door open, and she didn't open it all the way to keep the metal from slamming and making to much noise. “If you want to get out, we'll have to hurry, he's already a bit suspicious of me....” The small vampire said, before hurrying away from the cell. She figured there was a back door or a fire escape around here somewhere, ripping a wire or two would be easy enough to keep the fire alarm from going off.
"I think the really scary thing is that I can be cuter when I try..."
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