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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:55 pm
Erin stepped into the room with Bartleby, Olivia, and Rytogu, and took a quick sidestep, suprised by the weapon on Rytogu's back. "Ah," She said, quickly, "Sorry. Hello."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:56 pm
Olivia froze when she heard the sound of porcelain hitting the floor and shattering. "Let it be one of the wash basins or something, please!" she whispered under her breath, as she walked toward the edge of the dollhouse to see what had made that frightening noise. When she saw doll-parts scattered in fragments all over the floor, she reeled and would have vomitted if she had had a stomach. She staggered and dropped to her knees, not seeing or hearing anything. Sound warped and grew dim around her. She was aware that other people were saying things, talking, but none of it reached her. She pointed a shaking finger toward the floor below the dollhouse, unable to say a word. "A-a-Angie ... " she finally got out in a hoarse whisper. She heard a sound like someone crying - she wasn't sure if it was her or someone near her. Everything was dim and sort of fuzzy. She sat down on the parlor floor and buried her face in her shaking hands, trying to comprehend and deal with what she had seen.
"She wouldn't do that, right?" she heard herself asking - unsure whether she was whispering, speaking, or shrieking the words, only that they were coming out of her mouth. The image of one lone blue doll's eye staring up at her from the floor amid scattered flesh-toned fragments was burned into her brain, and she shook her head, trying to get the unreal and nightmarish visual out of her mind. She was trembling violently. Someone was crying. It was definitely her this time.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 10:27 pm
««««{{Enter Bartleby}}»»»» «««« Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria... »»»» » » »» "What the..." Bartleby stopped playing and quickly got to his feet, looking at Erin and nodding a hello and running over to Olivia. "What on Ear-..." And then he saw what all that fuss was about. He placed one of his hands on Olivias shoulder. "Maybe...maybe she couldn't...take it anymore." He whispered, trying to look away from the scene. At times he had felt like that, like he couldn't take life here anymore, but he'd never go this far. Never. He cared too much about how it would effect all of the other dolls, he couldn't hurt them in such an awful manner. But then again, it's not like Aangie did this to hurt any of the dolls, he was sure of this.
He looked over at Erin with an extremely sad look on his face. "An angel has fallen tonight." He said quietly, but loud enough for anyone near to hear his mellow yet depressed tone of voice. ««««...de tua pulchritudine.»»»» «««« {{Exit Bartleby}}»»»»
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 5:07 pm
Rytogu He turned and smiled a tad at Erin's responce 'oh, hello dear, didn't mean to startle you." his smile quickly faded as he remebered what had just happened. "Olivia.. come on, shes In a better place I'm sure of it." He glanced over to Bartleby "And that Angel deserves something to be remebered by" He pulled out a small odd shaped knife and pulled away the board on the floor her last step was taken on and held them out "Someone, write a obituary, or something?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:37 pm
Oliver Oliver Searching through the attic for some old documents of his comes accross a porcelian doll "Hmm, this looks to go with the set I bought for the children" He takes the doll into the playroom and sets it in the dollhouse next to the other dolls, completely oblivious to the dolls -enter Cybele-
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:39 pm
Rytogu He walks over to Cybele as soon as oliver is out of the room and holds out his hand too her offering to help her up- "Cybele!, I thought wed lost you a long time ago, where have you been?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:41 pm
cybele carefully took his hand. "i was in a box. a dark, musty box."
she brushed off her skirts with delicate hands.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:48 pm
Rytogu After helping her up he let go of her hand and walked backtowards the edge stiltl holding the board and the knife "I'm sorry to say you've kinda arrived at a bad time, We just lost Angie" He glanced back to Cybele with a grief stricken look"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 9:51 pm
she placed a hand to her mouth and gasped.
"oh my, i'm so sorry, i wasn't aware."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 10:00 pm
Rytogu He glanced to the board and slowly carved the words 'Angie forever lost and loved' and signed his name. He then held the board out "Will anyone else sign?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 10:05 pm
"ummm... would it be apropriate for me to sign?" she asked, wringing her hands together in a nervious gesture
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 10:12 pm
Rytogu "Well you are one of us, so I see no reason why it wouldn't be. It's your Choice, so signing is up to you.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:24 am
Olivia took deep breaths. She was ashamed of herself for letting the other dolls see her like that. She didn't like to cry in front of other people. She shook her head again and again to try to get the image out of her head of the arcs of porcelain spread out from the blue dress and black wig. She had a horrible feeling that the image of that eye might haunt her for the rest of her life.
"It's so sad ..." she whispered under her breath. She reached out to place a hand on Bartleby's hand that was on her shoulder. She was grateful for the supportive and friendly gesture.
"I'll be glad to sign too."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 11:45 am
Rytogu He wordless handed the board and the knife over to Olivia and nodded his head.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 12:16 pm
"then i will sign after you miss olivia."
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