Baby Doll's Journal

Player info
Player name: Crystal

Character info
Name/Alias: Mary Reese/Baby Doll
Age: 20
Canon: Sucker Punch, just before anyone dies.
Personality: At first glance, Baby Doll seems to be innocent and pure, not capable of much....but that's where she fools you. In her heart, she is fiercely loyal and protective, and is willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of those she cares about. If she sees someone hurting or in pain, she won't hesitate to help them.
History: After losing her mother and sister within a day of one another, Baby Doll's stepfather sent her to the Lennox House, a mental institution for girls, having made a deal with one of the orderlies for her to be lobotomized to prevent her from telling the police of the circumstances surrounding her sister's death. During her short time there, she makes a plan with four other girls to escape. Their plan starts to unravel as the orderly begins to suspect what's really going on.

Writing sample
First person: ...How did I get out?
Third person: There was an aching in her heart that she'd been unable to get rid of, and Vegas wasn't helping. Ever since her arrival, Baby Doll had spent as much time as she could trying to get out. She wasn't fully sure how she'd been brought here, but her new friends needed her. Sweet Pea, Amber, Rocket, and Blondie would be stuck in that place forever if she didn't go back to help them. They'd all been afraid to even try to escape, at first, but she'd talked them into it, and it was her responsibility to help...and now she wasn't there.

Instead, she was in some strange city she didn't know. The people she'd spoken to had been kind, and explained what happened that brought her there, but she still felt an obligation to her friends, and was sad that she couldn't get back there and help them. After another failed attempt to leave the city, Baby Doll stopped at a coffee shop and ordered a hot tea. At the moment, she was sitting at an outdoor table, studying the people and cars that passed by on the sidewalk and street, feeling overwhelmed and so very alone.

Her hair was in it's usual pigtails, simply because she'd worn it that way for so long, and she wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, both a little strange for a twenty year old used to wearing skirts, but she didn't complain. Sipping her tea slowly, her large green eyes were focused on nothing in particular as her thoughts drifted from her friends, to Vegas, to her dead sister, a tear slowly sliding down one cheek that she didn't even notice.