You started out shiny and new, without a speck of dirt on that lacy little dress you always wore back then. You had someone to play with, someone who loved you. The two of you had long days together, filled with fun and joy. But the one who cared so much for you is growing older, while you remain the same. The one you love so dearly has long forgotten you, until one day, you're packed up in a cardboard box and taken to a dark, dusty place. The one place you never once thought you'd be in, because you were so sure that your best friend wouldn't do that to you.

For many long years, you remained in that cardboard box, with all of your so-called best friend's other toys, the ones that you always scorned, no matter how nice they were to you, because they were just a little on the shabby side.Your beautiful dress has turned gray with the passing of time, and you are now just as shabby and dingy as the others. You remain in that disgusting little box with all those disgusting little toys until one day you feel the box being picked up, and being slightly shaken as the stairs leading from the attic to the garage are being traversed.

Hope burns in your little chest. Maybe your best friend has finally remembered you and is coming to your rescue! But the person who peels off the tape that has kept you sealed inside the box is not who you expect. This person is a young man in his early twenties, not a little girl with a gap-toothed grin and freckles. He takes you out of the box, examines each and every one of the toys in the box. The hope fades as you are packed into the box once more. You wish for an impossible death, because nothing can be worse than this.

The next time you are taken out of the box, it is in a completely different place by a completely different person. It is a withered old woman this time, who handles you with a great reverence, though the hands with which she holds you are trembling with the effort. One by one, you are removed from that cardboard hell. This old woman begins to repair each and everyone of the toys, including you. But you are the last to be repaired. You take much of her time and effort, but then, you are her greatest work.

Now you wear a new dress, still lacy, but even more beautiful than the last. Your skin is shiny once more, and you smell faintly of a fragrant flower. It's almost like the day you were made. The ancient woman then proceeds to chant something over you, and you feel very strange. You tingle, which is not something you've ever felt before. You are now able to move your polished, supple limbs of your own accord. You are alive.

The old woman, who tells you to call her "Mother," leaves you free to roam the estate and it's grounds. There are other fogotten dolls to meet, befriend, and even fall in love with. You now have a life of your own. But there is one thing you must never do, and that is to leave the estate. Because if you do, the spell that has been cast upon you will wear off, and you will once again be a near-lifeless doll, only able to think, but never able to move again. Because once the spell is broken, it will never be the same again.

+Rules+

-1-This Roleplay is literate. I don't mind a few errors in spelling or grammar here and there, but please, try to keep them to a minimum.

-2-No cybering. If you feel that you and your partner must absolutely get between the sheets and conceive a child or something, do a timeskip, for the love of all that is sweet and innocent!

-3-Romance and friendship are an absolute must!!

-4- All profiles must be PM'd to me!

-5-No godmodding. If the Doll isn't your's, then don't touch it!

-6- The rules can and will be changed, or added to. I'm free to do this as I wish, and if you don't like that, then beat it, punk!

-7- Failure to comply with the rules will get you banned from the roleplay.

-Profile Skeleton-

My name is:
I was manufactured -- years ago, though I appear to be -- years of age.
I was designed to be a: (male/female)
This is who my best friend made me to be: (Personality)
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: (Appearances should be in Link-form, and preferably of ball-jointed dolls.)
When I sleep, I dream of: (Your RPC's crush. If you don't have one yet, but do later, just PM me about it.)
I love: (At least two)
I absolutely abhor: (Again, at least two.)
My Counterpart: (Username)

You must follow it exactly, or I'm afraid I'll have to tell you that you aren't accepted. I'm picky like that, and I like to keep things in order and all, so yeah...

+Characters+

My name is: Patience Cheyenne Lachron
I was manufactured forty-three years ago, though I appear to be 17 years of age.
I was designed to be a: female.
This is who my best friend made me to be: I am a quiet doll, and I don't speak much, but I prefer not to be alone. However, I often feel that I am alone, even when surrounded by others. I desperately yearn for my owner, who has long since passed into the realm of the dead. I often suffer from unpleasant migraines and horrific nightmares. Terrible thoughts drenched in misery and loneliness constantly plague my mind. I find myself wondering if death would be better than this life that Mother has given me, sometimes. I also wonder if there is anyone, anyone at all, who can relieve me of the things I feel and think of.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f6..._070920-13.jpg
When I sleep, I dream of:
There is no one who has attracted my interest at the moment.
I love: +Warmth +Mother +To be with others, be they friend or foe. +Music +Anything that is sweet, chocolate, especially.
I absolutely abhor:-Being left out (which happens more often than I like.) -Animals -Cold weather -Loud noises -The dark -Any object made of cardboard
My Counterpart: Iced_Kophi

My name is: Lost
I was manufactured: 3 years ago, though I appear to be 20 years of age.
I was designed to be a: male
This is who my best friend made me to be: calm, dark, always leaning toward depression and pessimism. Often found alone, often in darkness, and never with a smile on his face.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: Once again, I apologize for not having the direct link. . . . Lost is the one on the left.
http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/n...hbbbbbbbb1.jpg
When I sleep, I dream of: No one.
I love: Cold, darkness, books, and silence. Definitely books.
I absolutely abhor: My brother, heat, loud noises, and small animals.
My Counterpart: Esmme

My name is: Life (See the White guy in picture)
I was manufactured: 3 years ago, though I appear to be 20 years of age.
I was designed to be a: male
This is who my best friend made me to be: Fun-loving, dark humor, and a bit on the daring side. Drawn to things that are bright and warm, loves to hum to himself when happy. Looks to the bright side of things, but tends to be careless and self-centered.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: I'm sorry, I'm still learning how to paste links and pictures . . . Life is the one on the right.
http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/n...hbbbbbbbb1.jpg
When I sleep, I dream of: No one at the moment.
I love: Music, parties, heat, and light. Things that are soft, and small.
I absolutely abhor: My brother, darkness, being alone.
My Counterpart: Esmme

My name is: Isis
I was manufactured 5 years ago, though I appear to be 19 years of age.
I was designed to be a: female
This is who my best friend made me to be: Comes off as distant and cold since she doesn't talk to many of the other dolls. She is a loner, keeping to herself and locking herself up in the library most of the time. In reality, Isis is very much a kind hearted doll, just like her creator. She has a sad side too. Her best friend had created a second doll, a sister for Isis. Her name was Calla. The two dolls were played with until the day her sister was accidentally put into a box of toys that were to be given away. Isis thinks of her sister quite a bit, and sometimes locks herself away in her own room for days at a time.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...ife/Shall2.jpg
When I sleep, I dream of: No one yet.
I love: The sun, nature and books.
I absolutely abhor: Loud noises and Rain
My Counterpart: Marie Von Marquise

My name is: Momoka von Dollenhaine
I was manufactured 150 years ago, though I appear to be 14 years of age.
I was designed to be a: Female
This is who my best friend made me to be: Momoka is very friendly but wary who to be friends with. She has good manners and a lady-like way of walking. She is also very smart and often doesn't wear shoes.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror:
When I sleep, I dream of: Momoka von Dollenhaine
I love: Lolita, Cuteness.
I absolutely abhor: Darkness, Cruelness
My Counterpart: RainbowRose

My name is: Lilian von Heilberg
I was manufactured 300 years ago, though I appear to be 16 years of age.
I was designed to be a: Female
This is who my best friend made me to be: Lilian is very lady-like and dislikes non-lady-like behavior. Since she used to be on a doll-collector photograph's home, she thinks of herself as a grown-up, though she is very childish in her heart.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: Lilian von Heilberg's collection from a photo-shoot
When I sleep, I dream of:
I love: Pretty dolls, Rich humans, lady-like acting
I absolutely abhor: Joker dolls, Ugly dolls, non-lady-like acting.
My Counterpart: RainbowRose

My name is: Sue de Courde
I was manufactured 20 years ago, though I appear to be 8 years of age.
I was designed to be a: Female
This is who my best friend made me to be: Sue is the opposite of Lilian. She is very childish and dislikes lady-like and bossy behavior. Since she used to be on a little orphan girl's home, she thinks of herself as a little child, though she is 20 years old in reality.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: Sue de Courde
When I sleep, I dream of:
I love: Kindness, Children, Childishness
I absolutely abhor: Darkness, Bossiness
My Counterpart: RainbowRose

My name is: Ragora
I was manufactured -- 234 years ago, though I appear to be -- 18.
I was designed to be a: Female
This is who my best friend made me to be: I have always been alittle dark, but thats beacuse my old friend ignored me a bit. Although, I am kind in my... heart... you could call it. Ive always loved her, although, a bit resentful since she left me, and I don't want to love again, it hurts once that person is torn away from you forever.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: Ragora
When I sleep, I dream of: No one. I don't want love. [She'll fall in love.]
I love: Alfinde as a brother, and dark colored objects.
I absolutely abhor: The night and being alone most of the time.
My Counterpart: Ragora

My name is: Alfinde
I was manufactured -- 229 years ago, though I appear to be -- 17.
I was designed to be a: Male
This is who my best friend made me to be: Ragora tells me im always happy and cheerful. I know it beacuse everything about life is wonderful, now that I can move freely, like a human. Ragora says its ridicoulos, and always brings me down, but I can find something to do or someone to talk to to get my old mood back... I also know im pretty funny, considering I can actually make Ragora laugh!
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: A bit hard to find a boy doll, heh.
When I sleep, I dream of: Ragora, but she dosen't like me that way. [It'll change.]
I love: The world and moving like a human. I also love music, mostly the guitar.
I absolutely abhor: The sunlight and I love animals, so big and cuddley!
My Counterpart: Ragora

My name is: Salma
I was manufactured eighty-two years ago, though I appear to be twenty years of age.
I was designed to be a: female
This is who my best friend made me to be: Hard from my waring country. I am also very cold and tend to just shut myself out from certain people. I sometimes even have mental breakdowns from having to listen to bombs and machine gun fire so close to home. I am not crazy though. Not at all. Though, sometimes in my fits I get very aggressive in the type of situation. Sometimes I even change completely, mentally into another person.
This is who I see when I look in the mirror: http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u...34915333_1.jpg
When I sleep, I dream of:
I love: Dancing, books, music.
I absolutely abhor: Sudden noises, anything breaking, fighting, weapons, hearing about wars, crowds, total darkness, being left behind, dirt, falling, When people call me a Nazi...
My Counterpart: BLACKllASH

+The Clock+
It is currently 7:00 AM

+The Forecast+
Mist covers the grounds of the Doll House as drops of rain fall from the sky.

+Additional information about the doll House and its occupants+

All dolls are around two feet tall, depending on the size they were when they were inanimate.

The house has been remodeled for the comfort of the dolls, making everything within reach for them. The remodel was actually for one half of the house, while the other side remains the same. Mother can be found in the untouched section, in her study.

The dolls are free to form any relationships they please.

There are no laws among them, save for that they must never be violent towards eachother.

~More to come later.

lady serenity
i was made a hundred ago but i look like a 15 year old
i am a girl
i am a shy girl i'm like a outcast with no life at all she likes things dead alot of the death people.
this is what she looks like
she love this that are dead all the time
she hates things are light she is a dark kind of doll
her maker xserenityxninax

The doll, standing at only two feet high, was the size of a small child. She had once been much smaller than that, though she'd only grown a foot taller than what she had used to be. Her full name was Patience Cheyenne Lachron, though she despised that name. Her owner, who had been a little girl at the christening of the doll, was not the one who had named her; It had actually been little Althea's mother, a prim and proper woman who had a taste for the finer things in life. Patience preferred to be called Sunny, for her love of all things bright and cheery, and especially the great ball of fire in the sky that she so loved, the sun. She didn't speak much, though there was no special reason behind that. Sunny jut preferred to listen to others speak, instead of herself; besides, the only things she might talk about were art and chocolate, and who wanted to hear about that? Most of the time, she came off as the typical ice-queen. But she didn't have to be like that, not if she didn't want to. In fact, Sunny could be quite warm and loving. But she refrained from being an approachable doll. It invited other dolls to talk to her, to try and be her friend. Sunny would never accept the love and friendship of another. Not after Althea died. It had hurt her so very much.. And the doll didn't want to feel that pain again, if something were to happen to anyone she allowed herself to care about.

Sunny liked being outside; being able to go to the Great Outdoors was admittedly her favorite part of her new life. It wasn't eating chocolate, among other things that would feed her raging sweet-tooth, and it wasn't being able to get up and dance whenever Mother had turned the radio on and classical music spilled from it into the room. It was just being able to go outside and feel the breeze and warmth. Every morning, Sunny would wake up, and the first thing she would do was open the window and breathe in the wonderful scent of the pines and flowers surrounding the Doll House. She had a view of the fence that protected the dolls from the outside world, and it always reminded her of everything she had gained, but also what she had lost on the other side. She preferred not to look at it, but sometimes she did, if only to remember little Althea. This morning, however, was a different story. Sunny had opened the window, but instead of the scents and breezes that she was enamored with, she got a faceful of rain. It was cold and wet outside, and the doll then knew that the day was going to be dreary and depressing, if anything at all. There would be no sleeping under the enormous willow in the front yard, unless she wanted to catch cold and get drenched in raindrops.

The doll, with nothing else to do, was forced to roam the house, in search of something to do. She was not in the mood for pulling one of her sketchbooks from the shelf over her bed. Sunny was at a loss for what to do, to be quite frank. If she ventured downstairs, then she would encounter one of the dreadful "Party Preps" as some of the more quiet dolls had dubbed them. To meet up with a pary prep was a horrible thing indeed, so Sunny knew she could not go to the second floor. Her stomach, a terribly greedy little monster, suddenly put in its own take of the situation, and made the suggestion of going to the kitchen, which was on the first floor. Though going to the kitchen meant that she might encounter a Party Prep. Sunny's stomach growled once more, and the doll then knew that sshe would rather not listen to the sounds it would make if she did not scavenge for sustenance in the kitchen. "Alright then, you avaricious monster. To the kitchen we go!" She murmured with faux excitement. And so she began a great undertaking, in which she dodged the glares and insults of the horrid Party Preps and managed to climb down the stiars without falling and busting her rear once.

The kitchen was a wondrous place, always full of warmth and the scent of good food. The kitchen was split on half, with all the things the kitchen required to actually be a kitchen: a refrigerator, an oven, severaly different appliances, and black cabinets with marble countertops of the same shade. The other half was an exact replica, with one major difference: everything was smaller. That half was for the dolls, obviously. Sunny went to the refrigerator, and opened it, inspecting its contents with a sharp eye. Someone had drank the rest of the milk, both of the white and chocolate varieties; it was an annoying fact, but a fact none-the-less. "Oh, whatever shall I eat?" She said to herself. Her eyes came to rest on an foil-wrapped container, and at the sight she beamed. Leftovers! It was merely the fried chicken from the previous night, but Sunny didn't care. She had savored every bite, and had been sad when it was all gone. But at the time, she had no idea that there were leftovers that no other doll had been able to eat, as they had all stuffed themselves. With glee, the doll pulled the container out, and set about heating the chicken up. As she put it in the microwave, her eyes had followed the plate with every rotation it made. And then finally.. moments later, BEEP! The chicken was done... Sunny opened the microwave, pulled the plate, and trotted to the miniature version of the island bar in the other kitchen, and began her feast, starting with a wing.

((Mind if I stick myself in? I guess I'll be a guy, I am to be a doll, like you two, correct?))

"If you don't slow down, you're going to kill yourself."
Life stepped into the kitchen while running a hand through his spiked white hair. His black eyes were full of spunk as he stepped up to one of the cupboards and dug around for a snack. "Not that you'd want to listen to a "Party Prep, or anything."
Looking over his shoulder at Patience, he grinned widely. "Cat got your tongue, precious?"
The young man pulled a box of cereal out of the cupboard and popped the top open and reached inside. Sticking a Cheerio-like crisp into his mouth, he smiled over at the girl.
Leaning against the counter, Life straightened his white suit and pulled another piece of cereal out of the box.

((Hope that was okay! ^_^;))

Isis sighed and set the book she had beeing reading down on the table to her right. She had been having one of those days where her only thoughts lingered on her long lost sister. She missed her so much. What she wouldn't give to see her sister again. She found it quite lonely, even though there were others here as well. Mother was always there to talk to as well, but there was only so much Isis was willing to say. Sighing once more, she stood up and left her room. She had been there for almost a week, only coming out when she really needed to.

She walked down the hallway and toward the kitchen. She could hear someone in there already, and debated internally whether or not she should wait until whimever it was was finished. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Then again, she could always ignore the person and quickly grab something to eat then go back to her room and sulk. Yes, that seemed like a good plan. Just get in there, grab some food, then get the heck out as quickly as possible while avoiding any form of contact. It was easier said than done. Shrugging off her thought, she took a breath and walked into the kitchen.

"Don't step there."
The low voice sounded hoarse, unused. The doll's head raised as Lost looked at Isis.
"There's a bug."
Strange were his habits, and even stranger were his words. His darkly tanned fingers held his book, and he seemed to be deep into the story. Yet he had been able to tell the woman that there was a small critter on the ground, and informed her not to step on it.
Without closing the book he raised his black eyes to look at the tiny bug, his expression blank. Lost sat in the corner of the kitchen, right beside the door. His dark hair was falling into his face, and his dark eyes were emotionless as he reclined. Lost turned his black eyes away from Isis and back to his leather-bound book.
"Don't step on it."

Isis jumped in surprise. She hadn't noticed the other doll sitting near the door. He had scared the words right out of her. She stopped in her tracks and looked down at the floor to where the little critter was and stepped to the side. She wasn't a fan of bugs, but she wouldn't kill one just because.

She glanced back to the dol and looked at him curiously. He was different, certainly not like the others. He didn't seem to talk much, or at least the sound of his voice told her that. Wait, this was the one Mother told her about. She had told her about all the dolls, but she said this one was a little different. Lost was his name, if she remembered correctly.

He didn't seem to want to talk, and quite frankly, neither did Isis, so she nodded once and continued on her way throughout the kitchen. None ofthe other dolls had tried to talk to her yet. Lost had been the first one to actually say anything to her, even if it had been a very strange one-sided conversation.

Patience had been almost done with her leftovers by the time another doll had entered the kitchen. What had Mother told her...? His name was... Sunny struggled to remember this doll's name, and wondered at the same time if the time she'd spent in her cardboard prison had affected her memory. 'No, maybe not. I don't think I had a very good memory to begin with.. OH, I GOT IT! His name is Lite!! No, wait a minute. Change the 't' to an 'f'...' Yes, his name was Life. A strange name, but it was different then a lot of other names, unique. So far Patience knew of about ten 'Kens', seventeen Alices, over thirty Barbies, and then a few other names that were quite redundant among the Dolls.

The Doll didn't know if she wanted to reply, or finish that last piece of chicken on her plate. {Not that she could have. Her stomach was so full that it looked as if she'd actually expanded, somehow. But she would have given it the 'ole college try anyways.} In the end, Sunny decided to push the plate away, and sipped on the glass of water she'd gotten some time while she'd been eating. She had barely touched the glass before, because she hadn't really been thirsty, though now she drank because she was stalling. Sunny was rather shy, and she wasn't the type who could actually make a smart comeback in 2.3 seconds. If she could come up with a snappy remark, then it would be a miracle if such a thing existed.

Just as she was about to reply, another doll entered the kitchen; Sunny recognised her to be one of the newer dolls, one she hadn't been introduced to yet {or she just hadn't felt like snooping around to actually find out.}. Whatever words she'd been about to say died on her tongue. She hated talking to one doll whenever another was in the same room as well. It was just something she was.. picky about. Sunny always got the feeling that the intruding doll was eavesdropping, and she hated that. So the Doll stared mutely at Life, as if the cat did indeed have her tongue.

"Well," Life said with a chuckle. "I know where to find the pretty ones now. Just hang around the kitchen and they all come to you!" The pale doll popped another piece of cereal into his mouth, looking back and forth between Patience and Isis.
His white eyes seemed to glitter as he watched both of the silent dolls. "Right," he finally said, setting aside the box of food to wipe his face on the back of his hand. "I'm gonna go back to the party while you chummy little mice have fun." With a slight wave, Life headed back the way he had come from - back to the Party Preps.

"Don't step on the bug."
Life paused to look over at his brother, a look of contempt on his pale face.
"It never did anything to you," Lost rasped, coughing. His brother just grinned and stomped down on the beetle, grinding his foot. Lost's black eyes flashed with silent anger, and he looked up from the book he was holding. His face held no expression, but his eyes spoke volumes.
"Pssh," Life chuckled, "it was a vermin. Not worth keeping alive, brother."
The darker doll stared silently at the seemingly joyful Life as the two of them met gazes. The brothers glared at each other without expressions of anger - save their contrasting eyes.
"Have fun with all of your friends," Life smiled, cupping a hand around his ear. "I think someone real just called me." The pale doll trotted off into the room with the party, ready to get back into the crowd.

Lost let his black eyes rest on the squashed bug, his dark tan brow furrowing slightly.
"At least my friends are worth having," he mumbled to himself. His friends, as Life called them, happened to be spiders, snakes, lizards, and other strange little critters - as long as it wasn't cute and furry. It was the lighter side of things that enjoyed cats and hamsters . . . Lost enjoyed the darker side. At least the animals and bugs didn't dump you for a better friend, or cheat on you when you weren't looking.
The dark doll's book fell to the floor in front of him as he stared uselessly at the dead bug. This had happened before: Life mocking Lost about his unusual obsessions. It always ended in the party-going doll skipping off with no problem at all, and with Lost sitting in the same spot he had been all along.
Lost sighed slightly, looking down at his black pants. His dark suit was the same as Life's, only the completely opposite tone. Black to white, Lost and Life were opposites. Despite one's dark attitude, there was more light in him than in his brother. Life had his own dark secrets . . . and Lost had his equal share of oddities.
His black eyes looked up to regard Sunny and Isis, his expression blank. Ignoring the book in front of his chair, Lost leaned back and stared out of the kitchen window.

((Um, I think there's a problem with Momoka's profile... Probably my fault... Her link to the appearance is where her crush or love should be... ^^; ))

Momoka finished her painting and put her shoes back on. "When you need inspiration, take off your shoes" she muttered her motto. "I wonder where can I eat... Kitchen, I believe, but where is the kitchen...? Mama said down the hall and turn right... And by the three windows, turn left... And the first door I see leads to the kitchen... Big house, it must be..." As Momoka turned right she bumped onto another doll. It was a young-looking blond doll.

"Hey...! Oh no! My new hair-clip! Where did it fall? OMG! Um... Who are you?" The young doll looked puzzled as she noticed Momoka. "I'm Momoka von Dollenhaine. I'm from Japan, belonged once to a rich old lady and when the lady died, I was put on an auction, was bought by a doll collector and later when the collector died, I was put into a box, they closed my eyes and the next moment I was bought by Mama. Nice to meet you! Who are you?"

The young doll was even more puzzled. Too many words were said too fast. "Um... I'm Sue de Courde, from Italy. I was once a little orphan girl's birthday present, but she was took into a new family and the parents thought I was a "tasteless purchase" and put me into a box. And then I was sold in a garage sale. Bought by Mommy. Nice to meet you too!" Sue was smiling cheerfully and picked up her clip from the floor. "Oh, here you are! Lilian and I were looking for you!" Momoka was getting anxious. "Lilian? Who is Lilian?"

Sue looked terrified. "You don't know? You don't know Lilian? Lilian von Heilberg? The famous ex-doll-model!? WOW! You must be really old! I'm 20 years old and even I know about HER! Well, she's my roommate after all, but still! She used to be famous!" Sue was about to turn around to search for "Lilian" and tell her that she'd found the clip, as Sue bumped onto a tall doll, once more. The doll was wearing a long white dress and a bonnet. Her red curly hair were flowing due to the bump.

"SUE! Watch out where you're going! You almost completely ruined my dress!!! And Mother-sama just gave it to me! How reckless of you! Well, did you find the clip?" The doll looked irritated(a lot like Houjou Reika when angry) "Oh, Lilian! You're here! Yes, I found the clip and it was with me all the time until it fell when I bumped onto Momoka-chan! And then I looked for it again and then I found it! And then I and Momoka got to know each other and, believe it or not, she knows nothing about you! And your 300 years old! Like, how could it be! Unless she's older than you or is very anti-social, right?"

Momoka was about to laugh uncontrollably but managed to hold it back. Sue sounded just TOO childish. She's 20 years old, for goodness' sake! Momoka bobbed a curtsy and smiled at the tall doll. "Momoka von Dollenhaine, Japan, 150 years old. Pleased to meet you!" The doll with a bonnet recognized an aristocrat from that way of speak. She bobbed a curtsy also and said "Lilian von Heilberg, Germany, 300 years old. Pleased to meet an aristocrat also." Lilian looked at Sue then. "Sue, Momoka-san deserves a formal greeting!" Sue looked annoyed. She then bobbed a tiny curtsy and said with a plastic smile: "Sue de Courde, Italy, 20 years old. Most pleased to meet you!" Momoka sighed.

"I'm not an aristocrat much, though, my first best friend was a rich aged aristocrat. That makes acting like one easier, does it not? Well, I must be on my way now. The Kitchen awaits. Would you like to join me, please?" Lilian was shocked. She had always made the difference between a fake and a true aristocrat. "Well, you certainly fooled me. Sue and I would be most pleased to join you. As a matter of fact, we were about to go there ourselves, weren't we, Sue?" Sue looked quite miserable that only she couldn't be a true aristocrat. "Huh...? We were?" Lilian glared at Sue angrily. "O-Oh, y-yes, we were... T-that's right... Well, let's go then!"

So Lilian, Sue and Momoka set their way towards the kitchen. When Momoka entered the door she slipped on the floor, fell and hit her haid slightly. "Ay-ay-aye! Ouch! That was a strong hit..." Momoka took off her shoes and stood up, with her shoes held by two her left hand. "This isn't so bad. I assumed something a lot different, but I like this even more!" Lilian was amazed. Sue ran in and fell also. "Ouch. It sure IS a slippy floor. I gotta wear my winter boots instead of my white loli-Mary Janes the next time... Momoka-chan, wait up...!" Sue stood up quickly and used the slippy floors as an ice field to slide on. The next thing she new was that she bumped onto a guy with black hair and a book. "I'm so sorry! I just wanted to catch up with my friend Momoka-chan and I then slipped and then you were there and.. Have I seen you? You seem familiar... Have we met...?" Sue's voice was but a silent whisper as she knew by the look that guy didn't like loud noises. "Kyaa..." she whispered so it was almost not even heard. Momoka looked around and then saw a girl with long blond hair and green eyes. "Um... Hello. Um, I'm Momoka von Dollenhaine. Nice to meet you... Do you wanna be friends?" Momoka was very shy around other dolls that she approached by herself. Lilian, still amazed by the kitchen, saw a girl with a short blue dress and a shiny butterfly-clip in her hair. "Um, I'm sorry, do you know where they keep the chocolate? I'd love to have a cup of hot chocolate... So, perhaps you would know...?" Lilian took a bit of her British accent down and used her normal speak, which was surprisingly more American than German.

Isis watched the exchange between the brothers. She was shocked at how different they were. She found it hard to believe that Life would do that. Once he had left, Isis walked over to Lost and picked up his book, setting it down on the table next to him. She then got something to pick the squished bug with. There was no use in leaving it there for everyone to see. Isis wouldn't usually be so sentimental about things like this, but it just seemed right to remove it from sight in respect for it as well as Lost.

She turned to look at the new dolls. They were very pretty and lady-like. This realisation made Isis stiffen. Calla had been just like that, or at least that was how little Leah had pretended she was. This made Isis sad again. When one approached her, she quickly grabbed her bowl and ran from the kitchen, trying as hard as she could not to cry. She missed her sister so much, and these new dolls wouldn't help. She didn't want to be rude to them, but it would take a little while for her to be able to open up to them.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said as she brushed by them and out the door.

((Okay, so I'm a bit confused. :sweat: Sue ran into Lost, correct? And Lilian was asking for the chocolate? LOL, I'm confuzled.))

Lost watched Isis silently as she went about picking up the bug, as well as his book. No expression crossed his face as the doll sat still. She suddenly saw the other girls, and dashed from the room. The dark-haired boy blinked slowly, starting in surprise when one of the women bumped into him.
Lost listened to one of the girl's request; she was looking for chocolate. He raised a dark finger to point at one of the cupboards on the far left, staying silent. The doll's black eyes lit upon her face, regarding her curiously.

'Ragora, would you like to leave this room? We've been here for awhile now, and all you do is sit in here and look out the window.' Alfinde complained. He stayed with Ragora to make sure she was okay. Ever since this... spell, she didn't do much like the other dolls, not even read.

'Your not a puppy, you don't need me everywhere you go.' She said quietly, though irratation in her voice. She was getting tired of Alfinde and his complaints. They didn't have any importance, beacuse what he complained about were the most ridicoulos things ever. 'Just go.'

'But, Ragora, you need to talk to some of the dolls! Maybe one or two shares your...creepy interests.' He replied and walked over to Ragora. 'You need to get use to the fact we're like humans now, and humans don't sit around all day and be dark like you.' He said and grabbed her arm, pulling her up. 'Now, Im going to walk you around like your a puppy.' He said, and began to walk to the door created for them to walk through.

Ragora mumbled and went along with him, though yanked her arm away. She didn't like it here very much, the noises, the ... cute and prissy dolls, unlike herself. The old lady called her a dark beauty, but she didn't beleive she was pretty or beautiful like other dolls, but it seemed okay after awhile, being pretty isn't everything, although it does get attention every now and then, but the only attention she ever wanted was from her previous owner. Now, it was always from Alfinde.

'Hey, Ragora, theres dolls walking around everywhere, go talk to one!' He said and pushed her towards small groups. She was refused by them with the looks they gave. Shrugging, she just walked to the door. Maybe she could sit out there and watch the rain fall, like in her and Alfinde's room. She slowly walked, ignoring the dolls, she didn't want to have to do anything with them. They were different, in her eyes, and she was different, in their eyes. She stopped at the doorway, but saw a male doll and another female, she of course, was beautiful. 'Ah, sorry for the intrusion..' She said, and turned to leave.

((Yes, Sue slipped on the floor and fell into Lost's lap. And you're right about Lilian too. And Momoka asked Isis to be friends, that upset Isis and she ran off. Still confuzled?))

Momoka was terrified about Isis' reaction. "It's always like this... My last owner's dolls didn't want to speak or even have something to do with me either..." Momoka's face left no expression but disappointment, though her eyes, including tiny drops of tears, were telling a tragic story of pain and agony. Lilian thanked the dark-haired male doll and took chocolate from the cupboard. When Lilian saw Momoka, she went to her, and handed Momoka the chocolate. "Here, you need it more than I do." Momoka looked touched and hugged Lilian hardly, so Lilian's bonnet position would have almost been ruined. "H-Hey! U-um, it's not that b-big of a d-deal... C-calm d-down, okay...?" Lilian was shocked. Momoka stopped hugging Lilian and took the chocolate. She took off the wrapping paper and broke the chocolate into half. She gave one half to Lilian. "I can't leave you completely empty-handed, can I?" Momoka smiled and dried her tears with her wrist. After all, doll tears are temporary. They stop when you want them to. They come when you need them to. They just are. They exist with no specific reason. Just like dolls. As Momoka and Lilian had their "tender moment of friendship" Sue was still in the guy doll's lap. "Um..." Sue's face turned red. "Have we met eachother, then? I feel like I've seen you somewhere..." Sue felt like an idiot.

Isis locked her door behind her before slumping to the floor. She took a deep breath before getting up again. That was the most interaction she had done, not to mention the longest time spent in the presence of the other dolls. She was angry with herself for having been so rude to the new doll. She had only wanted to be friends, and Isis had completely blown her off. Once she got a better grip over herself, Isis knew she would have to apologize. She sat down in front of her window and stared out into the rain, watching the drops hit her window. She wiped a few tears away and picked up her book once more. She absentmindedly picked at a few crackers from her bowl and ate them slowly as she felt herself become one with the words she was reading. This was her escape, and there was no better one.

After a little while, Isis had finished her book and set it down. She stretched, grabbed the empty bowl and hopped off her lounging couch. She felt much better now that she had eaten. Hopefully the new dolls were still in the kitchen, for Isis wanted to apologize for her behavior. If they weren't, she would just have to wait until she saw them again.

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Momoka pointed out to Sue and said: "Lilian, you go see Sue, I'll go look for other dolls... Like in the corridors..." Lilian sat on a chair a few meters from Sue and the other guy as Momoka left the kitchen and walked towards a big door. When she entered she saw many other dolls. "I wonder if anyone would like to be friends with me?" Momoka walked on and bumped onto a dark-haired beautiful doll. She immediately liked the doll, as she was so beautiful. "Wow. Hello. I'm Momoka. Who made you? You're beautiful. Wanna be friends?" Momoka looked very friendly at the moment, unaware that it might creep out some other dolls. Oh, please, don't refuse, don't refuse like the other one... Momoka smiled and her eyes had a cheerful sparkle in them. Suddenly she remembered that she was bare-feet. Oh no! I wonder will she notice and think I'm weird? Oh! This isn't good!

Lost let his eyes pass from Lilian to Momoka, and then back to teh girl in his lap.
Have we met each other, then? I feel like I've seen you somewhere. . . ."
He blinked slowly, thinking. "We haven't met," he rasped, pausing to cough. Lost didn't talk much; it was something he envied in his brother. Life was always just that - the life of the party, the one that spoke the most in a conversation. Lost was lucky to even say anything. He was trying, mostly, to speak to other dolls . . . but the tall boy wasn't all that eager to have friends. That was what Life's goal was: new friends.
The dark-haired doll stared at Sue as she blushed at him, and he felt his cheeks redden as well. Lost's expression said nothing, but the blood that rushed to his face spoke differently.
"My name is Lost," he said in his grating voice, coughing into his fist after speaking.


Life laughed loudly before looking over to a few of the partygoers.
"Does this little get-together need a bit more spice, or what?" he said, smiling. Brushing his pale hair out of his face, the thin doll grinned. "After all, isn't it much the same as it is every night?" At a few nods and murmers from the small crowd, Life continued. "Does anyone have any ideas about an adventure or something?"

Sue was sure that she'd seen Lost before. "Ah... I'm Sue. Oh, I'm sorry!" Sue stood up from Lost's lap and grabbed a chair too big for her. "SUE! THAT CHAIR IS OBVIOUSLY TOO BIG FOR YOU! Let me take it!" Lilian took the chair and dragged it to Lost, with Sue following up. "Lilian, you don't have to help me, though I'm a child!" Sue had a strange mixture of expressions on her face. She was blushing in embarrassment and anger and made an annoyed-puppy-face. Lilian rolled her eyes. "YOU'RE 20 YEARS OLD! Stop thinking you're a child just because your Best Friend was that! Get over it already! I'm tired of always having you following me around! I'm switching my room. Um, Lost, that is your name, am I right? Would you like to switch your room with me? I would be very grateful! Thank you! It's decided then. I'll go tell Mother." Lilian didn't let Lost have a single word in it. Sue was depressed. She only sat on the big chair and stared at Lost's shoes, she didn't blink once. If Momoka or Lilian would have been there, they would have thought she had turned back into a lifeless doll.

"She won't want my room," Lost said in a low voice, turning to look out the kitchen window. He really didn't like it when people ruled over things the way Lilian did, but the doll wouldn't say anything about it. Mother wouldn't allow the girl to take his room - it was too . . . special. It was darker than most other bedrooms, full of bizarre objects that made up Lost's collection of oddities, and fairly small for a room. Lost had claimed it as his own when he had first arrived a year or so back, and no one had challenged him on it. The tiny room wasn't even a true bedroom . . . it was more of a closet under the stairs.
His black eyes stared listlessly outside, and one of his thin hands strayed to his leather book resting on the table. Even with Sue sitting a few feet away, the doll felt alone again. It was hard to keep himself in contact with the world around him when his dark mind called . . . the doll let his darkened fantasies drift.