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Daniel Clement

"I have a most marvolous collection, don't you think?"

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a character in “King of the Dolls”, originally authored by pieluver, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:
Daniel Aaron Clement
"Nice to make your acquaintance!"

Age:
20
"And older every day. Funny how the years slip away."

Gender:
Male
"That's what I tell everyone, at least. If I'm not then I guess I'm in big trouble!"

Sexual Orientation:
Asexual, Panromantic
"It doesn't matter what you've got, just who you are. Leastways, that's what I think."

Role:
Human #5
"Human through and through."


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Personality:

Daniel is a rather eccentric individual, flamboyant and charming. He loves people, their stories, their features, everything. He is proud to be who he is, and no one can make him change his mind. He has no qualms about speaking to people, even strangers are no obstacle to him. Public speaking? Psh, piece of cake. Danny loves to talk to anyone and everyone. He really doesn't ever say very much, but once you've got him started he'll make small talk with you until your ears fall off. All in all, he seems like a pretty happy sort, if not a bit of a braggart and a glutton. He makes up for it with the genuine interest he shows in other people. He uses his confident demeanor to put others at ease, and any arrogance on his part is not purposeful. He just can't help himself. Sometimes his personality seems to grow thin and translucent, but just ignore the man behind the curtain, he'll adjust himself quickly.

Daniel, as a generally happy man, rarely grows angry. And when he is angry he gets over it quickly. He can't hold a grudge. It's simply against his nature. He'd just rather love everyone! Gloominess seems to have no place on that face either, but that's another side of him the public does not see. If even the slightest falter in his essence takes place he'll cover it up with increased exuberance over the greatest passion in his life. Collecting. He collects many things, but none of them typical. He collects stories that people tells him, writes them down on napkins, gum wrappers, and his arms. He has a collection of them, all written out in his swooping handwriting, transcribed from their myriad of original places. It has been a passion of his since he was young. he also collects flowers. He has pots and pots of flowers, which sit around his home until they wilt and die. Then they're thrown out and replaced by other brightly coloured beauties. He likes them because they remind him to be joyful and excited about life, because it doesn't last nearly long enough. The third thing he collects are dolls. He has a great number of them, all unique. He is completely fascinated by their personalities and their bodies.

The dolls also see another side of him. A listless, dull side, that comes out in the dark of night and on rainy days trapped at home. Due to many aspects of his past, Daniel suffers from chronic depression. The dolls are there for that reason too. They cheer him up, keep him company. People are the only thing that keep him from slipping away entirely, they are his joy in life.

I'm a happy guy! That's all I want to be."

History:

Daniel comes from money so old no one knows quiet where it comes from. He isn't the direct descendant, his mother married into another family, so they were mostly out of the public eye. They still had decent wealth though, enough to live on the doorstep of luxury. His Mother was a soft, quiet woman who doted on her four sons equally, Daniel being the youngest. His father, however, was a different story. He was a bit of a home scientist, often running social tests on his sons merely for curiosities sake. Daniel was the most expendable because he was the last, which is why he was chosen at the age of five by his father for the 'biggest test yet.' Daniel was put into a small home by himself, seven rooms. He had two automaton-like servants to act as caretakers, but they were both distant and cold.

Completely isolated for the next eight years, Daniel began to go delirious due to his loneliness. He was saved from a complete fall from sanity by the most unfortunate death of his father in a freak accident, but he was changed. Distant and closed, Daniel returned to his family for three more years. His father's death and the following investigation brought to light the man's madcap experiments, and Daniel himself, the tragic little victim. He attracted rabid interest from the media, much to the displeasure of his mother and siblings.

Slowly, the broken boy healed and seemingly grew into something new, moulded by the eyes of the public. Flamboyant and eccentric, he became a most fascinating creature. At the age of sixteen he struck out for a home of his own with the money he made from being a tragic victim. He became a strong patron of Heartland Industries, using the dolls to keep constant company about himself at all times. Over the last few years he's fallen back out of the full brunt of the public eye, but is currently settled with enough money to last him a few decades.

"I don't think I want to talk about this..."

Likes:
♪♫People
♪♫The human body
♪♫Company
♪♫Stories
♪♫Fairy tales
♪♫Books
♪♫Fireplaces
♪♫Dolls
♪♫Friendly people
♪♫Bright colours
♪♫Flowers
♪♫Lined paper
♪♫Sweet pastries
♪♫Velvet
♪♫Mint
♪♫Small animals
♪♫Attention
♪♫Success
♪♫Feeling happy
♪♫Heavy blankets
♪♫Long coats
♪♫the outdoors

"I love loving things!"


Dislikes:
♪♫Being alone
♪♫Feeling sad
♪♫The cold
♪♫Losing
♪♫Feeling exposed
♪♫Trains
♪♫His body
♪♫Spicy foods
♪♫Noodles
♪♫Violence
♪♫Summertime

"With all the good comes the all bad, right?"


Secrets:

Daniel suffers from slight albinism, which causes unpigmented regions over his torso and upper legs. These paper white splotches look like paint spatters, and are the reason Daniel is perfectly tolerant of the romantic part of a relationship but not the sexual aspects. He hates the way his body looks, and is bent on hiding his deformity from everyone, even his dolls.
"I've got a secret,don't trust anybody to keep it."

Fears:
♪♫Being alone/abandoned
♪♫Someone uncovering his secret
♪♫Death of his loved ones

"There are something intolerable in this world."


Crush:
TBA
"You think I"d tell you? Hehe, you'll have to wait and see, dear."

Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
TBA
"I don't believe in structured relationships! I'll love who I want to love!"

Other:

Daniel is very big on physical contact, but his own fear and hatred of his body shuts down any chance of deeper physical attraction to anyone. He's happy with his Titanic-esque romances though, so he doesn't push himself.
"I want to hold your hand~ ♪"

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Height:
5'8
"Just right, I'd say."

Build:
Medium-thin build of decent strength
"I am who I am and I like it that way. For the most part."

Looks:
Daniel is a strapping young lad with golden-brown hair and red-brown chestnut eyes. He has a slightly unkempt, mischevious look about him, just a little bit of arrogance in his posture, and friendliness in his eyes. His skin is lightly tanned with hues of merry pink. He has a thin, expressive face. it's a good thing he doesn't frown often in public, because a down turned mouth turns his whole face south. He's of an average build, not ravishingly built or tall, but he carries himself with a rakish air, something that come out in the careless flicks of his long fingers and the slight upturn of his mouth as he speaks. He has some dark streaks across his arms from where he's written reminders to himself in pen in the delicate skin of his forearms, but typically the writing is too illegible for anyone but himself to make out.
"Rakish. I like that word."

Distinguishing Features:
He has a splotch of white across his left eyebrow, but he tells people it's just a scar.
"Nothing wrong with a little lie now and again, it won't hurt anybody."





Dolls:

Joa [link[link] [link] [link]
Lilac [link][link][link][link]
Timothy [link]
Jordan [link]
Markus [link][link] [link][link]
Mason [link][link]
Cynthia [link]
Emilee [link][url=[http://basedonnothing.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/reginaspektor1-e1348950086860.jpg][link][/url][link][link]
Katrina [link] [link]
Erik [link] [link] [link] [link]

So begins...

Daniel Clement's Story

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Daniel Clemment

She was a slim creature, near as tall as him, with long blue hair and a pert face. Just a bit exotic. Pretty. Daniel was quite taken with her, the newest of the eleven dolls residing within his home. She was still reserved, quite and polite, but he could see the creature beneath the shell and curiosity beckoned. He never refused an interesting story, and he’d find out what her past had to say for her. Dolls knew things that humans didn’t, and they had the loveliest stories of all the places they’d been. Daniel never bought his dolls new; he always found used ones to take in.

They were among the lush public garden a few streets from his home, and Daniel spent much time wandering the flora and foliage, often with a doll in tow. He liked the company of his little friends. They had an understanding. He took good care of his companions, and they gave him friendship, or a close facsimile. Daniel didn’t care if it was a real relationship or not, he just needed to feel surrounded. Isolation had to be kept far at bay. The sun hung heavy in the midmorning sky, urging all the blooms to open further. The faint curve of a delighted smile curved on Daniel’s face and he stepped away from the doll, Marina, and knelt by a low bush to examine the vivid pink blooms.

Flowers were fascinating. Daniel loved them. So beautiful, so fragile, so fleeting. He plucked the flower from its stem and stood, turning in a grand gesture back toward the slim doll. The flower was cupped in his hands, the long petals sitting convex against his fingers. “Look!” He said, voice as bright as it usually was when he was out and about in the town. “Isn’t it pretty, Marina?” He said, eagerly moving closer to the woman. He tapped her chin with his knuckles as he drew face to face with her, his tawny eyes flicking across her bright blue ones for a moment. “This would look lovely against your skin, my dear.” His voice was soft yet buoyant, and he held the flower up with two fingers against the side of her head just above her left ear. He nodded, expression focused. “Yes. Hold still a moment, love, won’t take it much to stay there.”

After a few moments he managed to keep the flower stationary among the blue strands of the young woman’s hair, and he flashed her a grand white smile and made a chuckle of delight. “Perfect. What do you think?” He asked, waiting a few moments for her to respond before clasping her elegant fingers in his and tugging her along. Daniel loved holding hands with people. Everyone and anyone. It was so intimate but yet so nonthreatening at the same time. It was almost an instinct to grab someone’s hand if the person was standing next to him, regardless of age, gender, or whether he actually knew the person or not. It was a safety thing. His older dolls were used to his constant urge to hold hands now, but it wasn’t hard to be caught off guard by Daniel’s sudden movements.

The pond in the middle of the gardens hosted a few benches against the shore and a multitude of water dwelling plants within. The banks were clear though, and reflected the slight, breathy clouds that danced across the blue morning sky. His hand intertwined with the slim young woman’s, Daniel stopped at a bench and sat down abruptly, releasing Marina’s hand and draping himself haphazardly across the bench. He folded one leg over the other and his spread his arms across the back of the wood-and-metal bench. The grass underneath the bench carried on for a few inches before the dip of the bank, and Daniel could clearly see his reflection in the large pool, if he had the urge to examine himself.

“This is my favorite place in the garden.” He informed Marina, a lopsided smile lifting one corner of his mouth. “It’s like a secret hideaway.” He turned his face away, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy the aura about the place. It was calming. Nature was always there for him. The heavy scent of all the different flowers reminded him to enjoy his life, and the scent of the water told him not to rush.

“What kind of place do you like to be, my Marina?” He asked for a second, his curiosity piquing again. One’s sanctuary told tales and tales about her. Maybe he could open her up a bit now and see just what was inside her mind. Hopefully she was exactly as fascinating as she seemed. Daniel had no doubts. Everyone was fascinating in their own special way, even down to the very last doll. Maybe he could get a story out of her! He had his notebook in his back pocket, it was always good to be prepared, and it would be his first significant piece of information from this polite, reserved little thing. That had been his purpose on choosing her to go out on his walk today, instead of one of the others. He wanted to learn her. It would be great fun!

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Marina walked through the garden with Daniel,admiring each flower's unique beauty and fragrance.There were sweet honeysuckles,sunset colored dahlias,grape-like Heliotropes,she stopped for a minute to admire a bleeding heart flower with a delicate white-gray cocoon spun on it.Daniel stopped and showed her a lovely pink flower with child-like but admirable enthusiasm.“Isn’t it pretty, Marina?” "Very,Mr.Daniel." She felt rather uncomfortable and awkward as Daniel came closer to her face and for some reason she was worried he would yell at her.Fortunately,he just placed the lovely flower in her hair and flashed a pearly white smile that made her smile back.

For some reason,being in this place that teemed with life made her calm and happy.Maybe she was just glad to be out of Heartland or perhaps because Daniel seemed like a good man,not hard considering a past with many masters who were apathetic at best...He actually seemed to care about her and her happiness.He even seemed to hold her hand with care even when pulling her towards the pond.“This is my favorite place in the garden.It’s like a secret hideaway.” Marina found his smile charming and the rest to reply coyly irresistible. "I bet you tell that to all the girls",she grinned with a hand playfully placed on her left hip.

The Doll was shocked to hear the man ask about her,no one had done that since her first owner. "Well,I've never been but I'd love to see the ocean." She could only imagine the what it would be like to walk across peach sands,collect gorgeous shells,and wade in the blue lapping water,maybe even at sunset. "I saw a lot of pictures of beaches in National Geographic,back when Mr.Perkins was around,he had a huge library." The woman was surprised she was able to say something so personal.

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Daniel Clemment

Mister Daniel. Huh, that wasn't a new one. Better than Sir or Mister Clemment though. Of course he was briefly distracted by what she'd called him by the flower, then the traveling trough the garden. Oh well, he'd fix it eventually. No matter, no worries. His dolls called him a variety of things. One, a dewy-eyed youth, Erik, refused to call him anything but sir, which amused Daniel to no end. Another thing Daniel noted in the back of his mind, storing for future reference, was the way the lily shrank away at first, an ever so slight movement, as if she was afraid he'd hurt her or scold her. Well, she'd be pleasantly surprised then, because Daniel wasn't much of a scolder. He was a belly-laugher and a cuddler, but he wasn't much of an authority figure among his own household. He liked it that way though. It was a symbiotic relationship, not a dependent one.

She calmed down though, evidently he wasn't a threat. That was good. He didn't want her to fear him, because that would be no good. Friend didn't fear each other, and that was what he wanted. Friendship. And a little cuddle now and again, but that was to be expected. He was Daniel Clemment, after all, notable for his curious brand of half-flirtation with most everyone. He didn't keep his asexuality much of a secret, so it seemed to surprise many people when he played a bit coy with them. But it was all in good fun. Always in good fun, of course. If he was going to be out and about, a gen-u-ine socialite then he might as well have a good time doing it. Fall into that persona and run with it.

As they settled on the bench, she responded to his eager remark with a playful tone. He leaned a bit closer, grinning. "Only the pretty ones, dear." He said with a wink before leaning back against the bench again. She was cute with her little flirtatious comments. He liked them. She delivered them well too. And her grin was lovely, alive. Exuberant, maybe. He loved to share his joy of life, when he was in possession of it, with others. Especially his dolls. It made up for the times when he was dark and closed. Well, at least in his opinion it did.

When she answered his question, Daniel closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the sound of her voice and imagining her expression. It was a bit wistful, fanciful perhaps, but there was a personal tinge to it, like what she was divulging was very close to her. The beach. He himself had never been to a proper beach. He kept meaning to go, travel to some exotic island, but he never quite found the time. Maybe he could make it happen for her. In a few months, when he had a few free weeks. It would be a nice treat.

"I'll tell you what. I've never been to see the ocean either, so we'll make a trip together, how does that sound, my Marina?" He pushed up one sleeve, exposing his soft forearm, and pulled out a pen from his pocket. He uncapped it with his teeth and wrote in large letters. BEACH--FIND DATE. He spoke aloud through the pen cap in his teeth as he wrote slowly, trying to make it as neat as possible. After recapping the pen and pushing it back into his pocket he blew on the ink for a few seconds before rolling his sleeve back down. "I might need some help picking the perfect one though." He smiled at her, folding his recently written on arm behind his head and leaning on the bench, facing the doll.

And then on to the other part of what she'd said. About a Mister Perkins and his library. Interesting. Another personal tidbit. The way she said it made it sound as if this Mister Perkins was no longer around, so Daniel decided he'd put some pieces together before inquiring. He was a decent people person in that he could connect things and pick up tone and body language. "Was Mister Perkins your first owner?" He inquired, his voice softening slightly. He didn't want to push just yet it if was a sensitive topic, he might lose whatever jewels lay beneath in the stories she could tell him.

Saying the other man's name reminded Daniel of his own name. Mister Daniel. "Oh yes, and you don't have to call me Mister if you don't prefer, sweet. You can even call me Danny if you like. I don't mind any old nickname. Mister Daniel just makes me sound old!" The expression on his face told that he was joking, but in a sense it was true. He didn't want to sound old or refined. He was still a kid, though and older one. He'd lost a good portion of his childhood, so he was going to cling to young adulthood for as long as he could. Of course. It was an unspoken plan, but it existed all the same. Just as many other things in Daniels life existed unspoken.

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The walk with Marina was pleasant, perfectly enjoyable and just interesting enough to keep him mind alive. They wandered back home as the sky began to cloud, and he sat with the exotic doll, along with Lilac and Cynthia, who were sitting in the sunroom, watching the clouds roll in, and drank some coffee, enjoying the calm moment. The ball that was quickly arriving would be enough energy to last a few days, so he should take his quiet, happy moments when they came. When Erik poked his head in, clothes rumpled and half put together, Daniel stood, untangling Lilac from his lap and kissing her forehead. “Cynthia, you and Joa are in charge.” he said over the smaller doll’s dark head at his most stoic female doll. She blinked her rust coloured eyes at him in affirmation as he turned to Erik, who watched him with earnest silence.

“Come here,” he said with a chuckle, reaching out to smooth the slim male’s collar and button his white shirt the rest of the way up. He deftly fixed his tie and proceeded to put his arm around Erik’s shoulder, examining his second newest doll’s face. He was such a sweet lad, but like most of the motley crew that occupied Daniel’s home, he didn’t have a pleasant past. He’d been through a year of abuse Daniel wouldn’t wish upon the meanest and most vile creatures of the earth. Erik really was a needy creature, built to be obedient and gentle and made to be frightened and nervous by the misdeeds done to him. He often hovered near, though he rarely joined in with the games most of the other dolls played when not otherwise occupied with chores or cuddles. “Don’t look so anxious, dear, you’ll be fine. You can stay at my shoulder all night if you want to.” He reached up and patted the boy’s curved face comfortingly as they ascended the floor to Daniel’s rooms. “You’ll have to wait here while I get dressed though. Button up your blazer and make sure it fits correctly.” He said, his voice gentle.

“Yes sir.” Erik said, his blue eyes following Daniel until he shut the door, closing the doll out in the hall. He smiled slightly to himself as he dressed. Such a cute creature. Daniel found much delight in all of his dolls, and he felt that he treated them all equally, though the truth of that belief was a bit more difficult to discern. Erik was on the special side of things though, Daniel had a soft spot for the more tragic tales and the more interesting stories. He felt it his duty to help all his dolls grow into what they were intended to be, and Erik was one of the more difficult projects, especially considering how skittish he was. All the other dolls, even the more soft spoken ones, were too loud for him.

When he exited the room, Daniel found the dark haired doll exactly as he'd left him, save for his newly buttoned jacket. "You look dashing." He said approvingly, putting his arm around the doll's shoulders again. Erik flushed and looked at the ground with a mumbled thanks. "Let us away then, yes?" Daniel said grandly as they started down the hall again, to the stairs. Not too long after they were situated in the car. Daniel disliked cars, and he'd never learned to drive anyway, thanks to his most...unorthodox upbringing. Which was why he had a hired chauffeur to take him where he pleased.

In a moment of uncomfortable reprise, Daniel's face hardened. Erik leaned against him, a solemn look on his innocent face, and so they passed the ride. As they lived on the coattails of the city, the drive was a bit longer than he'd like, but his sprawling home more than made up for the long drives. Finally they emerged into the rain-laden air. Thankfully the clouds were holding back at the second, and it was only spitting. These grand balls were more than familiar to Daniel, he'd not miss one for his life. He loved the atmosphere, and it gave him vigor to run on for days. And it fueled his terrible habit of buying more sweet creatures to live in his home. It was almost getting out of hand, his house seemed more like a boarding house than a private home, since his dolls had so much autonomy, but he didn't mind. He loved the busy bustle of a full life. He expected interesting happenings, most certainly, and he knew he wouldn't be disappointed. Erik clung nervously to him, his arm tight around Daniel's waist.

Let the party start!

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Daniel Clemment

Daniel felt electric. He needed this. He really did. One arm slung low around Erik's waist and the other delicately cradling a champagne flute, he made meaningless small talk with a myriad of almost strangers. He was well known, and he knew many people, so naturally he had to continue to cultivate the acquaintanceships he'd crafted. A few words, an infectious laugh, it didn't take much. He knew many of the people he made parley with were more than likely viciously jealous of him, so rich for being nothing but a tragic boy with a sob story, but he didn't care. Being around so many people made him feel alive, sparking with energy. It was almost laughable how turning conversation towards his speaking partner could make him feel so needed. A complement, a broad smile, a rapt inquiry. So seemingly selfless. Erik was obviously nervous, shy. He took Daniel's promise quite literally and stuck fast to his hip, as if letting go would mean his demise. Which, in his own mind, if verily could. After what he'd been through. Poor, sweet boy.

Looking at all the dolls following their owners about made Daniel smile slightly, a faint expression thoroughly devoid of pleasure. Trained just like dogs, they were. If they'd come with any personality at all. Daniel disliked the owners of such dolls. Those who custom ordered their very own blind servants. Just as bad as those terrors that abused their dolls or abandoned them with little word of explanation. All these poor flowers crushed before they could ever open and discover themselves. Typically Daniel allowed his companion to run off wherever he or she pleased at such occasions as this, but Erik was a bit of a special case, since he'd likely refuse good money to go off on his own.

"Sir," the boy whispered not thirty minutes after they'd arrived, "how long must we stay?"

For Erik alone, he would have left the ball early, but he did have some measure of appearances to keep up. And leaving so soon wouldn't do anything for anyone. "Don't worry, Erik, no one here will harm you. I promise, cross my heart." He said, making a vague gesture with the half-sipped glass in his other hand. "Maybe you'll find a friend, it hasn't been that long, barely anyone is here yet." Which was true enough. He was a tad on the early side, actually. Keeping company with the older contributors who didn't deem it suitable to be fashionably late anymore.

In an off moment where Erik wasn't tugging anxiously at him and no one had demanded his immediate attention, Daniel paused in his socializing to reorient himself and consolidate his mindset. He felt good right now, the faintest hints of a roguish smile quirking his lips and Erik's dark head resting against his shoulder. Yes, the sheer amount of socializing he was engaging in would last him ages, if all went well, and no small thing ruined his currently rushing mindset. This was what he came for, and he stayed for the auction. Though he really shouldn't be buying, it didn't stop him from looking. Searching for those poor dolls that really deserved a place to live instead of an owner to serve. He'd gotten quite a bit of unneeded publicity for his actions in that area recently. Mostly because his purchasing of dolls seemed almost like a chronic disease. A good illness, but an illness nonetheless. One that had bred an eclectic collection of dolls. It was of no consequence though, he had set himself up well, a few little connections in the right place, a few investments, and he had very few worries about his economic status. He really didn't care about money anyway, he just needed to support his little ragtag family. And a number of the little sweethearts were a bit spoiled as it was.

Jerked suddenly from his revive by Erik's fidgeting, Daniel wound back into motion like a clockwork creature, a full smile springing back to his face as he dove back into the mild fray of small talk and social tension to seek out another acquaintance to suck dry with his amiable conversation.

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Meora Harrowgrove:

Once Meora had lost her father in the complex and wildly spinning carousel of ball-gowns, clattering glasses and fluttering bubbles of small talk, she found herself lost in what she had been born to do: charming expensively clad businessmen into supporting her father and weaving sweet, innocent words of manipulation into the air between them. This expertise of hers allowed her mind to drift from the haunting shadows of home; it finally permitted her to wallow in something that she was simply good at, in the warm waters of security - a place where she had the upper hand, where Soeri could not defeat her.

As she drifted away from her current circle of entranced partygoers, Meora noticed the tousled, golden-brown hair of a certain recognisable figure nearby - Daniel Clement, wasn't it? Of course, it was inexcusably rude not to talk to such a familiar face - well, that was what she told herself anyway; in fact, she was uncertain that her compulsion to talk to him was more closely associated with the face that he was a very attractive man, (and she was an excitable teenage girl), or that talking to him would help her father in whatever way possible. Yes, it was most likely the first option... Plus, what could go wrong from talking to a man she had never met before? Okay, many things, but that was beside the point.

Obviously eager, Meora swished through the crowd, towards her 'target', with a delicate smile curled on her face, until she cleared her throat, only to find the man twisting around, a doll resting on his arms. That was exactly what could go wrong. A doll. Fantastic. Now she could feel herself turning into ice, freezing, breathing cold, choked air at the back of her throat, which had suddenly felt as though a noose had been tightened around her neck. Of all the things she could rely on, her nervousness around other - she found herself sick at the word - dolls was what she hated most! Unknowingly, Meora found her fingers fumbling at the heavy diamond necklace that concealed the Heartland Industry emblem adorning her neck.

It was far too late to escape such an awkward situation now, so she cleared her throat, forging a deceptively gentle smile onto her lips, "Hello, you are Daniel Clement, are you not? I have heard a lot about you."

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Daniel Clemment

Daniel was in between people when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. It sounded like a woman, he guessed as he turned, and was greeted with the sight of none other than the lovely Miss Harrowgrove. He smiled at her and pretended not to notice the single second in which she froze, staring at him, before falling back into motion, toying with her necklace. She was dressed well, in fluid silver, and he offered her a laid-back grin. "Indeed I am." He responded. Her hesitation was now replaced with a soft smile, but he couldn't help the curiosity pricking at him. What had caused that second of pause? Erik hung onto him, watching the guest over Daniel's shoulder warily, so he squeezed his doll's hand, reassuring him.

"And you must be the lovely Miss Harrowgrove." He took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a second. "You're even more beautiful in person." He said pleasantly, studying her face. He'd have to swallow his curiosity though, it was rude to seem so prying. And he certainly didn't want to scare anyone off, especially not this young doe. She seemed interesting. And he knew quiet well that she could wrap men around her finger, and that her father used it to his advantage. He was very good at getting himself out of such situations, most people didn't realize just how perceptive he was, even if he seemed at times like an utter airhead. But that didn't mean that he couldn't be as apparently buoyant as ever while mentally keeping his guard up.

"You'll have to excuse Erik, he's a bit skittish." He said after a moment as Erik shifted on his feet, still hanging onto Daniel. He reached up absently and patted the Doll's face. Erik offered a small, hesitant smile at the girl. He was actually playing the shyness up a bit, he'd received a number of complements about how cute and sweet he seemed, and Daniel didn't seem particularly bothered by his clinging. So he settled down to spend most of his attention watching the floor and hanging onto his master, only sending the occasional glance up at the girl through his dark hair.

Daniel took a moment to scan the party before turning his attention fully to the young Harrowgrove. "How are you enjoying the party so far? Heartland has certainly done a good job this year." He commented, effecting some small talk. he was still watching her to see if she would freeze up again, and was wondering just what had triggered it, even though he was trying his best not to think of such things.

It was at that moment that he noticed some mild commotion across the floor, in which a ratty looking young woman with red hair was being tugged along by an equally ratty looking man, who didn't seem to be of any good sort. Everyone in the vicinity of the woman seemed to be turning to look at her, many with open mouths. And then he spotted a singular Mister Jackson, one of those people everyone knew, if even for the wrong reasons, who apparently intervened. Then he recognized the red-head girl as said infamous Lord's doll. Ah, that made more sense. He tipped his head to one side, finished observing the scene, and cocked a half smile at his conversation partner. "Well, I hope that story has a happy ending. " He said softly, almost as if to himself. "There's nothing better than a good happy ending." He'd ultimately had what people called a happy ending, what with being saved from his unpleasant youth and saddled with a lovely little wealth. Though nothing had actually ended yet, he supposed he could be happy with what he had. Sort of.

"Sir?" Erik murmured in his ear, jerking Daniel from his thoughts. He jumped back to the present moment, reinstating a rakkish little smile and changing his champagne glass into his other hand so he could take his third sip of the night. "Hopefully that's the most excitement we'll have for the night, eh?" He said with a small laugh.

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Meora Harrowgrove

When Daniel's first words oozed softly from his lips, Meora found herself yet again reminded that the boy before her was not a boy but a man, far more closely connected to the adult world than she could ever hope to be at the age of seventeen - and for a brief, fleeting moment it dragged her thoughts from the silver heart embedded in her throat, where she suddenly found her real heart hammering away. The doll kept looking at her! She swore that it could see right through her, to the naked lie that she was beneath her clothing. Stay calm, she urged her roaring pulse, knowing that whatever she did, 'calm' would never be something she could achieve around a - another - doll.

As the man gently brushed a kiss onto her hand and then allowed it to fall against her side, she did not feel the stammer of anxiety, only formed delicate pink brushstrokes along her wintry pale cheeks. However as Daniel excused his skittish little doll, all Meora could manage was a forced girlish giggle, a strained sweet, and two quick words: "of course". This was not going well.

"How are you enjoying the party so far? Heartland has certainly done a good job this year," Daniel said casually, either pleasantly unaware or tactfully dismissive of her inner awkwardness.

The bright, wild, dancing colours, I love; the shallow small talk, the forgettable blur of faces, I adore - but the presence of my own kind sickens me and I keep feeling Soeri's eyes on my back and I keep hearing her words in my ear and both you doll are making me nauseously nervous and for the first time in my life I want to flee the whirring excitement of a party! That is what she ached to say, those childish and consequential words; instead she opted for a hopefully more mature approach: "I am having a wonderful time, Mr Clement; how about you-?"

Meora's sentence was abruptly sliced in two as a pitifully dressed, filth-caked doll in rags was hauled onto the dance floor by an equally as disgusting, if not more so, man, made monstrous by his vile treatment to the beautiful, young woman. Somewhere deep inside horror and guilt and hatred for the cruel man stabbed between Meora's ribcage. What if that had been me? What if I hadn't been so lucky? She asked herself, same hair colour, same eye colour; it could have been me.

For a moment that hung precariously as glass on a table edge, Meora felt a strange, instinctive link that seemed to illuminate the air with electricity, and then, as the mistreated doll was swept from the floor by a familiar angel, it was gone and Soeri's snarling expression burned at the back of her mind.

"There's nothing better than a good happy ending," Daniel's muttering snapped her from the chasm into which she had mindlessly, unwillingly fallen. She observed the man as he wandered through his own sort of reverie and remembered

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Meora Harrowgrove

When Daniel's first words oozed softly from his lips, Meora found herself yet again reminded that the boy before her was not a boy but a man, far more closely connected to the adult world than she could ever hope to be at the age of seventeen - and for a brief, fleeting moment it dragged her thoughts from the silver heart embedded in her throat, where she suddenly found her real heart hammering away. The doll kept looking at her! She swore that it could see right through her, to the naked lie that she was beneath her clothing. Stay calm, she urged her roaring pulse, knowing that whatever she did, 'calm' would never be something she could achieve around a - another - doll.

As the man gently brushed a kiss onto her hand and then allowed it to fall against her side, she did not feel the stammer of anxiety, only formed delicate pink brushstrokes along her wintry pale cheeks. However as Daniel excused his skittish little doll, all Meora could manage was a forced girlish giggle, a strained sweet, and two quick words: "of course". This was not going well.

"How are you enjoying the party so far? Heartland has certainly done a good job this year," Daniel said casually, either pleasantly unaware or tactfully dismissive of her inner awkwardness.

The bright, wild, dancing colours, I love; the shallow small talk, the forgettable blur of faces, I adore - but the presence of my own kind sickens me and I keep feeling Soeri's eyes on my back and I keep hearing her words in my ear and both your doll are making me nauseously nervous and for the first time in my life I want to flee the whirring excitement of a party! That is what she ached to say, those childish and consequential words; instead she opted for a hopefully more mature approach: "I am having a wonderful time, Mr Clement; how about you-?"

Meora's sentence was abruptly sliced in two as a pitifully dressed, filth-caked doll in rags was hauled onto the dance floor by an equally as disgusting, if not more so, man, made monstrous by his vile treatment to the beautiful, young woman. Somewhere deep inside horror and guilt and hatred for the cruel man stabbed between Meora's ribcage. What if that had been me? What if I hadn't been so lucky? She asked herself, same hair colour, same eye colour; it could have been me.

For a moment that hung precariously as glass on a table edge, Meora felt a strange, instinctive link that seemed to illuminate the air with electricity, and then, as the mistreated doll was swept from the floor by a familiar angel, it was gone and Soeri's snarling expression burned at the back of her mind.

"There's nothing better than a good happy ending," Daniel's muttering snapped her from the chasm into which she had mindlessly, unwillingly fallen. She observed the man as he wandered through his own sort of reverie and she remembered the cruelty that brought him to fame; asked herself if he really had found his happily ever after...And prayed that she found hers.

"Hopefully that's the most excitement we'll have for the night, eh?" He laughed a little, a smile carved into his lips, a sip drawn from his glass.

"I do hopes so as well," She spoke in an almost-whisper, eyes discerning what truth they could from Daniel's appearance, "How are you these days Mr Clement?"

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Perhaps if he hadn't been focused so introspectively, Daniel might have noticed how his conversation partner reacted to the abused doll being tugged across the floor, but he didn't. It didn't really matter though, there was enough in the conversation to keep him interested and curious. They picked up the small conversation up about where they had left off. It was her turn to ask questions and continue the pleasantries. Her words were soft though, barely discernible through the returning murmur of the party-goers. Daniel had to dip his head forward a bit, missing her first couple words. She was studying him, and he could have guessed her question before she uttered it. It was not an unfamiliar question, but the way she asked it was...different.

He smiled faintly again, slowly and methodically untangling his arm from Erik's grip as he spoke. "As well as ever, I'd say. My company keeps me quite busy, but they're a sweet lot." For all his words, he'd said nothing. Which was his intention. Nobody needed to know about his daemons. He rubbed his Doll's back fondly for a moment before placing his empty flute in the boy's grasp. Erik nodded, he was one of silent communication himself, and wandered off with a quick step, intent on doing what was asked of him as quickly as possible. He was still skittish enough to jump every time someone brushed against him, though he was getting better about handling himself in public. Sweet boy. Poor boy.

"How do you fare?" He asked once he'd sent Erik off. He didn't expect much of an answer but it was the ebb and flow of conversation; it was a rule of etiquette. She'd likely give a response similar to the one she'd given before, perhaps similar to his own. Meaningless, revealing nothing. Not that he blamed her. Many high class creatures were secretive, though rightly so. Although, the tone in which she'd asked her previous question still tugged at his mind. That soft, serious look on her face. It meant something. Well, she had caught his reflection, in seemed, and perhaps she'd held on to it. He didn't know quite what to make of such a thing, most people really didn't care how he was, past trying to get in good with him. He should leave it for now, he decided, but watch for more and for an opinion on it later.

Meanwhile, Erik still had the glass clutched between his fingers, off in search of water for Daniel. He knew no harm would come to him, but he had to keep telling himself that or he'd have dropped everything and found the nearest exit and get away from all the people. It wasn't the people themselves, he just didn't like their nearness, nor the fact that he couldn't see them all at once. It put him in a bad place, mentally, and he knew it. He just had to keep himself out of it all and keep going. He was better at coping now than he'd been at one point, which was a very good thing, but the problems still lingered.

After cutting a questionable path through the people, he made it to the bar, deposited empty glass, and procured one of water. Pleased with his success, he turned to discover his path had been swallowed up, and there would be no way to get back to Daniel unless he pushed through people, and there was no way he was going to do that. He froze for a few seconds, then backed up against the bar again, swallowing and shrinking slightly into himself. He was no longer playing shy, he really was cowed to his core. He decided that the best course of action would to be to stand and wait for Daniel came looking for him. That would be the safest thing to do. Yes. Perfect.

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Meora Harrowgrove:

Her mindlessly asked, curious question did not seem to do much good in the ways of discovery, it seemed, as Daniel's answer seemed to both bar all doors to what lay behind chestnut eyes, clouded as a storm, and blatantly disregard Meora's words entirely, scraping shallowly across the surface of secrets. She could not blame him for wanting to keep his privacy; nobody could find fault in that desire, especially after his past experiences.

Although she found herself disappointed that she could do nothing to unravel confidences from his lips, hearing of his dolls - his sweet lot- was enough to convince her not to push the topic any further than she already had. Just imagining his home, crawling with them all, eyes watching, staring, wide-open, too perfect, seeing what should stay hidden...It caused her stomach to turn somersaults in her abdomen. At least he is happy, she chastised herself.

Happy to some extent.

When the quiet, little doll Eric, who Meora could almost - almost - feel the stirrings of pity for in her shadowy heart, had been sent away by some silent intonation into the bustling crowds alone - that foreign twinge of empathy once more - she found herself relaxing slightly, unconsciously made fists uncurling like the gentle petals of flowers, her taught shoulders oozed into a soft, unassuming posture. The pearls around her throat that had once constricted her relented and she felt air whoosh in and out of her lungs without difficulty, without fear of suffocation.

"How do you fare?" Daniel asked, though his mind, she could tell, had drifted elsewhere. The question itself was casual, expected, perfectly ordinary. Instantly, Meora felt suspicious. Nobody, except for the trusted Heartland Industries, should have been informed of what happened all those years ago; how could Daniel Clement of all the higher class aristocracy have harboured such information? How could he know what she was? How could he know of Soeri, of everything, of her entire life's purpose-? No. Impossible. No, no, no - it was just meaningless question, nothing of that sort; something harmless, something that would not dig into the blackened pit of her past. Father had made sure nobody could trace her roots to the vilely gnarled tree of her origins.

Meora caught herself before she sighed a breath of relief and spoke, smiling, "Perfectly fine." Not complex enough. "Of course there is a lot of work for me to do in order to help father but life at home is as it should be." Divert the topic away from yourself. "And father's business deals are going well, I believe-" Is that really interesting? "And Xander-" Instinctively, she found her gaze grazing the cloud of people for his presence, unsuccessful in such a busy environment; she turned back to Daniel, "He has a new doll-" She hadn't meant to stress the word; too late now. She cringed. Let's hope he doesn't notice. "Emma. She's very beautiful but quiet. I can tell that my brother enjoys her company a lot."

Speaking of dolls... Meora's eyes flickered to the pathway in which Erik had slipped through, now swallowed whole by the party-goers. How long could it take to fetch a glass of water? The bar was hardly a great many miles away. She stifled a frown; forced her eyebrows to stay curved calmly over her eyes, instead of knitting together.

No, she most certainly was not worried about that other doll.