Jacob smiled and laughed at her tease, shaking his head he grinned. Confusion lit up his face when she spoke next. “Aww, but, but Sin. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” He lifted her up and out her on the bed, off his lap. His own hand went into his pockets. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. I thought that girls like to be held in a boy’s lap.” Lowering his head, in defeat, he hoped she wasn’t mad at him.

[rowr the bunnies]
[he left to live up north in canada T_T he lefted me]

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Sky watched the man, he seem to honestly telling the truth. Her new stuffed panda friend was really a real life boy. She thought about this for a few moments and then a soft smile appeared on her face. Letting her guard down, she let go of her knees and sat Indian styled on her bed. “So my new panda friend, Ruki, is also a human Ruki.” Soon her smiled turned into a grin. “Does this mean that I has a stuffed friend would can also talk back.. And stuff. Cool” She really did love the idea of this. Though she was still very confused with this whole situation, she decided to accept it and embrace it with arms wide open. However, she was not expecting him to hug her. She was still when he first wrapped his arms about her, yet after a few moments she warmed up to her. Wrapping her arms around Ruki, “Ruki, what’s it like. I still don’t really understand how and why, but um what’s it like?”


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Abby watched as he twisted and turned the strands into a beautiful braided pattern with the scattered bead. Whe he added the wolf she smiled, knowing it represented him and his adorable and cuddly wolf plush form. Once down she gently took it from him and looked it over. It was absoluetely perfect, and definately would not cause her to be laughed at. "Thank you, Ethan.." Her voice was quiet. No one had ever really been so nice to her..

Ruki pulled a face behind her back, "It's annoying." He replied without thinking. And it sort of was, not being able to move around or communicate until nighttime. Especially if you had something to say in the first place... "But being able to speak to you makes up for it." He added. His eyes landed on the clock and he raised an eyebrow. It was getting late and hadn't she mentioned something about school? He pulled back slightly and placed a small kiss on her forehead before releasing her from his grasp, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

"There, so instead of bringing me.. you can bring something I made. In a way, it'll be like I'm with you" Ethan picked up the beads that were on the floor and little snippets of string and putting them back in the box. He pushed back
to where she had it.

Abby slid the hand on her wrist with a bit of difficulty, but at least she knew it wouldnt fall off. The girl wrapped her arms around the boy tightly in a hug and held him there for a moment. "Thank you.." Before letting him go she lightly kissed his cheek and then smiled at him. "I better get to bed...school tomorrow.." With a blush she pulled the covers off her bed and crawled in. Ethan seemed to be standing a bit awkwardly, and she noticed he didnt know where to go. "Y..You could sleep with me if you'd like.." Abby suggested, her red cheeks as warm as fire. It would be nice to be held for once.

"I am a part of everything that I have read." -John Kieran

As Ophelia Vanderleigh sat on the steps to the Los Angeles History Museum, oblivious to the smirks and snickers of those around her, she silently acted out the Shakespearean Tragedy "Hamlet", inside the theater of her mind. She could smell the pansies, the rue, the violets. The water weighing her down, drowning her, as she fell deeper into the pool of dripping black weeds and deep unknown horrors....

Thud. The weathered script was suddenly shut closed, it's yellowed and torn pages making a noise not too different from when a baby bird tries to fly for the first time as they try to fly. Ophelia sighed, putting the text back into her army green canvas bag and placing the messenger's satchel over her shoulders. She took one last sip of her now cold Earl-Grey tea before placing the container in the nearest recycling bin and heading towards her new home.

Ophelia Elizabeth Vanderleigh was as sight to see as she walked down the streets of Los Angeles, making heads of all kinds turn. She wasn't of tall stature, a normal height for her age, but maybe it was the way she poised herself and the way she dressed. Because everyone in Hollywood looks at the girl who has the curly blond hair with pink highlights, the girl who has a black & white stripped stockings and black combat boots under a gray sweater dress. The girl who is different from the Aberzombies of privilege and high maintenance life.

And suddenly, the streets she had come to recognize over the past few days were gone, and Ophelia looked around, finding herself in the mall, a sign above her head reading 'A Toy For Love'. Wondering what would beside, she opened the door to that world.

Sky felt sorry for Ruki, she did not know how it would feel to not be able to do anything for a long period of time, let alone tell someone how he or she felt about something. If that happened to her, she might have gone crazy. When he pulled back and kissed her forehead, a light blush made its way across her face. Shaking her head childishly, she pouted. “But I don’t wan go to bed yet.”

Matt stared at the stitched tail of the dolphin beside him. He didn’t see it though; the only image that played through his mind was the last time he saw her face. Matt was thinking…no….plotting what he would do as soon as he was free. Of course, the cage was an obstacle but he had a plan. Every month, the granny would send out a box with several stuffed animals to give to a charity. This month was his chance but he had to wait until nightfall to sneak out and put himself into the box. After that, he’ll be shipped off to freedom! Chucking gleefully inside his mind, Matt thought about how he would torture his owner. Or rather, ex-owner. Why was he still thinking that she was his? Sometimes in moments of weakness, Matt dreamed about finding her and begging her to take him back but no. Now he was alone thanks to her. His heart hardened, she left him and it’s her fault. One day, just she wait… he’ll make her sorry that she ever forgot about him.
But what exactly would he do? Would he wait until night and attack her with punches? The idea made Matt feel like a loser. He had known all about humans through his old mistress, all the dangers and disgusting parts of the world. But, he softened; she had also shared jokes and happy thoughts to him as well. He wanted so badly for all this to be a dream; like he would wake up tomorrow and find himself tucked into the crook of her arm, safe and cozy. The doll’s mind started to hurt and he decided to close it off again. He’ll think of a plan when he finds her…

It was bright. The only word that could really describe 'A Toy For Love' without really insulting the store. It was the type of bright that blinded achluophilias and owls akin. There were too many screaming kids throughout the store for Ophelia's taste, and the who place's air tasted like cheap sugary cotton candy. But even with these aversions to her setting, Ophelia was pulled deeper into market of novelties some unseen source.

She watched the children as they found stuffed animals, the happiness in their eyes as they found their new best friends, the scars and and bruises poorly hidden by human clothing and hair so evident. She watched them and relived that her own were cloaked by black and white striped fingerless gloves.

But then, something caught her eye. It was a small toy box, presumably filled with more childhood memories, and maybe, maybe a slant of hope. Ophelia walked over to the box, lifting it's heavy lid wide open, filling the dusty compartment with light, and lots of it. Perhaps there was something for her, even in her old age of sixteen. Shuffling through the chest, she searched for a companion with not much lucky. Ophelia had almost given up hope when her hand made contact with a soft black item. She pulled out a small obsidian penguin with grey eyes and a scarlet red heart sewn over where his real one should have been.

The toy had a rather boyish sense about it and he was beautiful. Was it possible to fall in love with a stuffed animal? Ophelia didn't know. She got all of the dust off of him, her ebony fingernails picking off the pieces of gum stuck onto his back as she whispered to him. "How can one penguin be so beautiful?" She asked, her British accent thick as she talked. Ophelia hugged the toy to her chest before walking to the front of the store and the cash register and asking "How much."

“AHWANIIIT!” a high pitch voice screamed “GIVIT BACK TO MEEE” the child’s voice dragged on. Matt didn’t know how he was able to hear every tiny human in the shop but he wished he didn’t have to. That is the thing, he thought, that was wrong with me. None of these other toys could talk or think. Matt stopped, he was a bit unsure, maybe they were thinking but he just couldn’t hear them. Like how no one could hear himself. However, he was positive that none of them could transform. The first time he had transformed was in the shop and he was so shocked that he just sat in the toy chest until morning. Once the shock wore off, he waited the next night for the others to turn, but after waiting the whole night and the next one Matt had learned that they all weren’t like him. Perhaps, he pondered, all dolls had to have had a owner and have been forgotten for this to happen. This was a reasonable idea as every other toy was new. Matt began to stretch into his other senses; sense of smell was strangely working. However, there was nothing to sniff at other than wood, dust and a wide assortment of cloths. He couldn’t talk either but there was no one to confide to anyways. Matt could feel the weight of others around him, the lid of the chest creaked and he slowly opened his eye. To his amazement, there was actually light falling through the cracks of the stuffed purple hippo’s belly. Some incredible genius kid has decided they wanted a defective toy, he thought amusedly. A pair of hands with partly shredded gloves roughly shoved itself inside. It moved the toys around without care of invading their peace. Matt braced himself for impact and sure enough the hands eventually found him and pulled him out for examination. Matt loosened his senses and was ready to be tossed onto the floor. Fingers came and hit him, knocking his dust all off along the way. They pulled at the gum on his back, funny how he forgot to pull that off when he was human.

"How can one penguin be so beautiful?" the child asked with a unfamiliar touch to her voice. At this, Matt looked at his captor with fury, how cruel could she be? He knew he wasn’t exactly adorable but this didn’t mean she could insult his with such mean sarcasm. Before the thought left his mind, the child hugged her to her chest. At this, he felt confused, since when did kids have such comfy chest?
He wanted to get a look at her but was stick in a position that left his left eye staring at the close details of the weavings of her grey sweater. The girl had gotten up and was moving. When he peered out of the corner of the right eye, he saw that the old granny was reshelving some bears.
"How much?" the girl asked.
The old lady sounded surprised as she took a look at Matt. “Oh, that one. It’ll be two ninety-nine.” She typed the amount into the cashier and ripped out a receipt. “I knew this doll would be picked out by one of you teenage girls.” Ripped off, Matt thought. He had been sold at the garage sale for fifty cents and here she charged the girl three bucks for him, what a sly old lady this one was. Matt laid in the girls hold and multiple emotions flew up and possessed him. He didn’t really know what to think other than relief that he didn’t have to spend another night alone in the shop.

Ophelia sat the penguin onto the counter, fumbling in her bag for her wallet. Dollars, pounds, why did the currency systems make everything so difficult for her? It was quite frustrating having to convert, and she didn't know this American system really well. Out of her black wallet, Ophelia produced a five dollar bill, crumpled but still fine to use. "Here you go." She said, giving the granny her money and raising an eyebrow at her comment. "I knew this doll would be picked out by one of you teenage girls." -How would she know that- Thought the goth. Too weird, but that's what Americans were.

She thanked the lady, asking her for directions, then headed back out and getting out of the mall as fast as possible, the penguin cradled in her arms. As soon as Ophelia was out of the mall and steadfast on her way home, she took another good look at the penguin. And smiled. "Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you. There will be lots of tea parties to look forward to, with scones and crumpets and blood..." She trailed off, smiling with her mouth, smiling with her heart.

She was smiling warmly as she listened to him laugh. It sounded nice, she liked listening to him sound so happy. Especially after she had seen the stitches. Jacob definitely deserved to be happy at least a little. Smirking she shook her head, folding her arms over her chest to show her defiance to his words. A noise of surprise sounded as she was moved back to her bed, her eyes widening slightly as she hadn’t been expecting the movement. Watching him quietly she sighed before reaching forwards to gently pat his shoulder. “Confident girls do, well, all girls do but shy ones tend to be a little more uncomfortable about it. Don’t worry though, I liked being hugged.” She smiled as she tried to comfort him.

((Aw, Sorry for that! And so sorry for the terrible lateness of this post, *is shot*))

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Jacob nodded softly, understanding about girls just a little more then he had before. He used to see so many couples walking into the store, they acted different each one, but all had some similarities. Any who he was glad that he was one of those girls that liked to hug. “I’m glad, then I wont have to feel so weird when I try to hug you to death.” He grinned wide as he swiftly wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close to him, hugging her tight.

It was pretty comfortable and Matt forgot about his plan for revenge. Besides, shipping himself to off to the unknown would just have ended him in trouble. He had a new home and owner. The future seemed to look brighter. However, when Matt peered upwards at her face, his heart fell. The new owner looked so much like his old one. Only Anne had a sharper face dotted with speckles and her hair had been dyed black with red streaks. This girl had blonde hair with pink streaks and her fashion was close to Anne’s. Matt was curious whether or not she’ll abandon him too. She was smiling and Matt was worried about what she was thinking to do with him. He knew that loving a doll wasn’t as much fun as hurting it, although his owner had occasionally given him a squeeze when she was pressured with something.
"Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you. There will be lots of tea parties to look forward to, with scones and crumpets and blood..." Matt didn’t know what a tee party was but he did know a bit about blood. Whose blood is she talking about? Inwardly, Matt tried to relax and clear his mind. This was a new life and he would give it all he had to make it a good one.

"Of course you don't..." Ruki murmured, then he pushed lightly on his owner's shoulders to make her lie down and then pulled her covers over her, "but you have to." He sat down next to the bed and leaned his head back, "I won't leave or anything." he said jokingly.

Sky didn’t fight back. She laid down on the bed, but turned to her side. Snuggling under the covers she crawled under them and over to where Ruki was. “I thought I would get a friend to sleep with tonight.” She spoke softly and then wrapped her arms around him. Smiling, “Nighty night Ruki.” She closed her eyes, not letting him go.

[omies horrible!!! –dies along with the bunnies-]

Ophelia practically skipped back home, her eyes shining with excitement and delight. A child that finally found the perfect best friend. All the way home the penguin was cradled like a small child that was unable to care for itself. Her cheeks were flushed fuchsia from sharp winds that blew strongly. Home was many miles from downtown, where the streets were clean, and the air was sweet and simple.

The house that Ophelia approached was a moderately sized Victorian Cottage with cream coloured shingles and pealing powder blue paint. It looked like a ginger-bread house with lace wrapped around it's nooks and crannies. Within almost every room of the house, there were boxes upon boxes upon boxes. The two went up the flight of stairs and to a room where the light poured through lace curtains that made patterns on oaken floors. There was a bed placed oddly in the middle of the floor, while boxes were scattered throughout the room.

And the seat. There was a window seat the wall opposite of the door, and the seat lifted up to create a storage space. Ophelia placed the penguin on that window seat after kissing him on the forehead. After setting her coat and bag next to the seat, she inspected the pink paint on the walls. It looked pretty darn good, Ophelia painted it herself. The goth sent a smile towards the penguin, and then began to unpack from the brown boxes scattered across the room where the lace poured oddly from lace curtains onto oaken floors.

Ethan liked the way the bracelet matched with her fair skin, before he could comment on it Abby wrapped her arms around him. "Th--" He had started, and he gingerly wrapped his arms around her, only to have he break away all to soon. He smiled, but when she kissed him on the check the smile slipped off his face. Replaced by a light pink coloring that turned into a bright red. And he wasn't all that fair skinned or pale either. And you can clearly see the red in his cheeks, his whole face practically turned color. Touching his cheek for a moment when she went and crawled under the covers on her bed. Ethan stood up, and looked around abit awkwardly not knowning where he was to go to sleep. The floor, the chair, or next to her? When Abby noticed the little dilemma he was having she suggested to him shyly "Y..You could sleep with me if you'd like.." Ethan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do he took the safest option and laid on the covers. Turning around he looked to her and placed an arm around her. "Well.. you better get to sleep. Wouldn't want you to be tired because of me."

Abby noticed her was ontop of the covers and shook her head. "It gets cold at Night." She said before gently pulling the covers out from under him and throwing it over him. "There.." She said with a smiled and moved closer to him. Hes sooo warm.. The girl thought to herself and a blush came across her cheeks. "Goodnight Ethen.." She said and kissed his cheek again before curling up against him and drifting to sleep.

Matt looked around at his surroundings. Everything was still packed into large cardboard boxes. He enjoyed the view from his seat on the perch beside the window. It was very warm and relaxing. Although he was comfortable, Matt had already ‘slept’ and was concentrated on watching his new owner unpack her things. He briefly wondered about how she would react to his transformation but pushed that out of his mind. That problem he’ll think about late. Silently, Matt looked on, enjoying watching the girl unpack her things and settle in. What exactly was her name?

Twas many hours later before Ophelia was done. Matt could tell she was done from the large pile of flatted cardboard boxes in the corner of the room by the closet, and the way the Brit held her hands on her hips, pleased look on her face. It wasn't quite as beautiful as when she had smiled, but it was a look of knowing you accomplished something.

The room was now lit in the orange glow of the dying sun. The mahogany, wrought-iron Victorian Bed had been pushed back against the wall, it's bedding a tea yellow decorated with frills and pink roses that sprouted sweet green leaves. A pile of pillows sat on the bed, along with a few stuffed animals, including a baby doll, a teddy bear that looked a tad bit like the penguin, and a faded pink bunny. Scattered throughout the room were posters of the same girl with red hair. A few of the posters said a name; Emilie Autumn.

One wall was mainly pink, Grey and red Ladoro Shelving units. The units were settled next to the closet, and filled with lots of odd little trinkets. But mostly books. From copies of Shakespearean classics to Alice in Wonderland and Princess Ai Manga novels, there were plenty of different types of books to satisfy Ophelia. "All my favorites are going with me," said Ophelia as she had packed the precious novels weeks before.

There were also many CDs. Most of them said Emilie Autumn, like the posters on the walls, but a few read the title of Nightwish, Within Temptation, and Kimberly Freeman. There were also a few sets of classical music. All lined onto the shelf, in alphabetical order, by artist then album title.

A picture could catch your eye, for it took up on unit itself. It looked like Ophelia, and a lady that had a face that was a lot like the owner of this room's. They had a lot of make-up painted onto their faces and they were smiling. The date at the bottom went back six years.

All of a sudden, there was a deep male voice from the bottom of the stairs. "Ophelia, I'm home." There were steps on the stairs, and Ophelia sat on the bed. A man many years older than the goth, with thick glasses and graying hair poked his head into the room. "May I come in?" He asked. She nodded, not saying anything. A quick look around the room made the man smile, and he complimented on it's cleanliness and beauty. As he tried to put a hand on her shoulder, she quickly pushed it away and scooted farther onto the bed. The man sighed, saying that dinner was soon to be ready, and left.

Once he was gone, Ophelia got up and picked up Matt, her penguin. Tears were in her eyes. She just held him in here arms as she cried.

"What?" He started to laugh,then got under the covers as she was trying to pull them from under him. "I'm sure I can take it" readjusting his-self when she scooted over. "Good night..." Ethan moved some hair behind Abby's ear as she drifted to sleep and moved his head closer to her. Why does it feel like I'm forgetting something?

"Night love..." Ruki murmured, slightly surprised at the contact. He wrapped his own arms around her and held her to his chest, burying his face in her hair. He missed being held like something precious by someone who could love him.

((eww...*bang head into wall* I suck at posting >.>))

Sky smiled softly, “nighty-night.” Her voice was now almost like a whisper. She closed her eyes as she held onto her new best friend Ruki. She started to fall asleep pretty quick but she made a mental memory to wake up before the sun, just so she could see if all this was really true.

[sorry it took me so long ^^;]