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#2013-04-14 18:00:52, as written by bandgeek

Were Dolls supposed to sleep? She assumed not, since the few others she had known were usually up all the time. Why did she sleep then? At least she tried to, lie down on her bed for hours, eyes closed and thoughts empty. Still, no sleep. But she could sometimes fall into a dream-like state, something she had grown to enjoy very much. It made time pass quickly for her, which was much more preferred than staying up all night and doing nothing. She already did that during the day. For almost two years now she had been inactive, unsure what she was supposed to do with DN gone. It wasn't like she was useless without him, just it was strange doing a job without him by her side, challenging her every move and nearly begging her to let him kill more. The killing never made her uncomfortable, it hardly bothered her, but she still felt like it was her responsibility to keep him sane. Now he was gone and she had no responsibility, she had nothing to do. She didn't know if he was dead- which was unlikely, who could kill him? -or perhaps he had just decided he didn't need her anymore.

Recently I'd been doing a whole lot of nothing. The first few months after DN disappeared, Emi had been working with another Contractor. Whatever parts she did remember weren't very pleasant, and the only thing she ever really did was hunt for him. Again, it didn't bother her, but she didn't like the fact that he never really told her what she was doing it for. She could recall the man saying that she was special to him, because she had a special spector. Though she knew it wasn't really special, all she was able to do was track things through animals, just like other Dolls could track through water, or glass. Not long after this she left, finding his presence unbearably annoying, even more so than DN's. She moved back to her old apartment and really hadn't left it since then. A few times she had gone out to hunt or join another group to help with some job, but recently she had been doing none of that. Though she still sometimes went out looking for DN, as if she could ever find him. He was like a shadow, never really there. That was how she saw it.

What was that? She was lying on her back at the end of the bed, eyes closed as she tried to slip into the dream state. Then she heard the noise, the faintest little plop as something hit the floor. Her breath hitched in her throat and she paused before sitting up quickly, eyes immediately finding the man perched in her window. DN? Slowly pushing herself to her feet, she took a few steps towards the window, leaving her right in front of the blood that had stained her floor. "You've been back less than a minute and already you're making new messes for me to clean up, Carter." she said flatly, eyes flicking up to find his face- his mask. Without any hesitation, she pulled her arm back and punched him in the shoulder- knowing that punching his mask would hurt her more than him. It was useless though, since he was a freaking tank. Jumping onto him, they both fell back onto the balcony, and she made a point of pounding her fists against his chest a few more times before relenting, knowing she was doing him no harm even though her knuckles were red and bleeding. "I thought you were dead, asshole."

Ataru work in progress.

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