Hazel. Hazel Oneiric.

The grip on the long stick was even more unsettling. It was a little bit like when you dig your nails into someone's skin or claw their face but this position was bound - definitely nowhere near as much fun. Snapping out of the tiny daze, Hazel moved her arm as Nixon instructed and pulled the stick down. The sound was completely different from what she had heard the boy play. His was clear and warm - beautiful, really - and the Rag Doll's, in comparison, was squeaky and crunchy. The girl's eyes flashed, her lips pursing tightly into a straight line. Maybe that was a fluke - it was her first time after all. She tried to replicate the movement again but the sound was only marginally better. Hazel could hear her father's voice in her head, demanding perfection. "Okay... so what's the next note?"  

[gives air cheers as he passes it back]

I think learning first names won't mess up our future much, Pax. [takes a large swallow]. Maybe if I brought you home to the Church things might get messy but - [takes another sip before offering it] - this stuff isn't half bad. 

Pax. Who might you be? 

Hazel. [gives him the bottle] See? Not evil. [holds hand out to get it back for another swig]

"Yeah, but- are you sure you don’t want me to find someone else? I’m happy to do it, it’s not that, but they wouldn’t think twice about calling someone if they saw me walking up their street with a crying girl, and I’m not that giddy about getting in trouble.” 

As if to illustrate her point, she gave a half-hearted smile to a kind older woman who looked concerned and Hazel gestured to the young man to show he was helping her. "What's your name, sir?" she asked demurely, turning back to face Lucas, her eyes and cheeks glistening with spilled tears. This one was a pretty one, now that she really could look at him. His complexion was warm and even and his features were angular and proportioned. She wouldn't want to mess up his face too much. Not at first, at least. 

Let’s get started then girly. 

[holds out the bottle but draws it back] What can I call my enemy-turned-drinking partner for the evening? 

What have you got there again? Sooome vodka?

Unopened bottle. 

We could.

But I don't think people would mind too much if we shared a drink. Do you? 

Of course she wanted to learn how to play! Whenever there was something the Doll didn't know, she always felt the need to change that. At the same time, she didn't like the fact that a Lost Boy was the one who knew how to make music from the violin. "Uh," she deliberated for a moment but her curiosity and sheer thirst for knowledge got the better of her. "Yeah. I guess that'd be okay." Hazel didn't even know where to start so she just waited for Nixon to make the next move. But, so help him if she failed; it would not be a pretty sight. 

Izzy walked a couple of steps towards Hazel, “What did she say? Shooting?” She thought for a moment, “I’ll grab the targets and put them up in the clearing and you can take the girls to grab the guns.” She started walking away towards the church as she spoke.

Once they were all sorted, Hazel led them to the clearing where Izzy had said she'd set up the targets. "You know the rules - three at a time, two practice and one real - wait for my 'okay' and everyone else stands three feet back for safety," Hazel recited the usual directions with a bored tone as the girls made their line up. She hung back, allowing Izzy to take this part over. 

He smiled slightly, hoping that this Rag Doll would have some information and good news for him. 

The brunette dog eared the page of her book and took a few steps towards the Church. "Well I don't want to get the reputation of a bad hostess. Come in." Hazel had no evil intentions for this handsome fellow - she preferred ones whose deaths wouldn't start a gang war. She walked to the back door swiftly and made her way to the kitchen. Remembering her Home Economics teacher's high voice chanting at the room full of girls, Hazel grabbed the kettle and began to fill it with water. She hated tea, though she made it frequently. "So I'll start off by telling you that Loralie is missing and has been for a bit now." The Doll put the plug in the socket. "Probably not the news you were hoping for, was it," she said with a teeny smirk.

He didn’t even flinch when she grabbed his forearm, Lucas letting her use it to steady herself. “He’s not here,” he said, giving her a sad, small smile; giving him a perfect mask of pure sympathy to hide behind. “Do you want me to take you home?” Where would she even pretend to take him? Lucas felt intrigued already. 

She looked up at the boy's eyes and nodded, her eyes full of fear. "W-would you m-mind? I d-don't want t-to walk there b-by m-myself after t-the m-man..." Her sentence drifted into nothing but another choked sob. "D-do you k-know where 94 Castlewood Road is?" The address she gave was her house, well the house she grew up in, located in a very posh neighbourhood. 

'M Marly.

Hazel. Where do you belong, little girl?

Even Elfy?

Elfy was last, so she did have to watch all them first, but the Government can't afford to lose the support they have left. Most civilians don't want to see brutal, painful deaths, even if it is the leader of a gang.  Have we properly met before?

…. All of them?

Bullet to the head, right through the brainstem for most of them.