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Emma

"Don't I make you happy?"

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a character in “King of the Dolls”, as played by Jynxii

Description




Emma Swann

"What's your fantasy?"








Mᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.


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Nicknames
Em, Emma, Emmie, Swann.

Role
Doll

Age
Twenty-two.

Gender
Female.

Height
Five foot four inches.

Build
Thin.

Physical Description

Emma is a petite female, and she doesn't mind it. Em stands at 5'4" tall, and weighs somewhere between 115 pounds and 130 pounds. She can't remember exactly.. Her eyes are a summer's day blue, and her lips are a natural rose red. Her skin is like every other doll's-- flawless and silky smooth. She is completely anatomically correct. Her fingers are delicate piano fingers with nails just past the tips and painted with clear nail polish for shine. Emma was a custom order doll, and includes retractable fangs.


Distinguishing Features
As mentioned twice now, her fangs which are retractable. Additionally, the silver heart on her throat as with every over doll, and ear piercings. Just one, in each ear.





Bᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ.



Personality

Emma is, in a word, passionate. She was created for the purpose of fantasy fulfillment,as ordered by her original buyer. She was created to make people happy, and she is incredibly good at it (and I do not mean just sexually). Emma is charming and inviting, with an irresistible pull about her. That said, she is also incredibly possessive, temperamental, and emotional. She does not deal well when left alone for long periods for time. Some might call her clingy. Because she enjoys serving others, she does not mind being used. Em is very understanding and protective. When she does not have an owner, she doesn't know what to do with herself. She enjoys being a doll and serving her programmed purpose. Lately, she has started to wonder if there is a purpose to her life. She can't pinpoint what it was, but something has changed in the doll world, something in her programming. She's starting to notice a change in her black and white world.

Likes Dislikes
Chocolate covered strawberries Unattractive people
Serving others Making her owner upset
Romantic Dramas Horror Movies
Running Crowds of people
Singing Wearing overalls


Secrets

# Em has started to dream.. she is terrified to tell anyone, for fear of being shut down because of her glitch.

# After spending years being used... Emma secretly wants to find love... although, she's not exactly sure why, or what that even is.

Fears


! Being shut down
! Becoming out-dated
! Being left alone





Rᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ.



History

Emma is only two years old in Doll years. She was created and bought by a multimillionaire for her daughter, as a Christmas present. The girl, Jessica, was thrilled with the doll at first. The fourteen year old took Emma with her everywhere, showing off her new Vampire. Emma didn't mind. She loved the attention, but like most fourteen year olds... Jessica grew bored of Emma and wasn't into Vampires anymore. Emma was given to Kyle, Jessica's big brother. Kyle thoroughly enjoyed Emma's company, and Emma enjoyed finding a new purpose in life... but then Kyle got a girlfriend, who hated Emma, and Emma was sold at one of the family's many auctions. She was purchased by a woman named Lillian who owned a whore house. A Vampire who walked, talked, and could physically drink blood was a gem for the freaks of the world. Emma was there for some time before her thigh was ripped by a client. Enraged, Lillian sent her back to the factory to be fixed. Emma has yet to be sent back out, as they wish to keep her for observation to make sure she is working properly before sending her back out.

The dreaming started two weeks ago. The scientists haven't payed her any attention lately, talking about the 'New Project'. Apparently whatever it was, it had been a complete success.


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Boyfriend/Girlfriend

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So begins...

Emma's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Soeri Character Portrait: Meora Character Portrait: Xander

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Emma Swann

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How it began..

"And... she's back online. Emma? Emma, are you registering?" Emma's blue hues slowly flicked open, but she could not see. The world was a mass of blurring shapes and colors, bright lights and frightening shadows. She would have staggered, but she found that she was laying down. "Good morning, beautiful. Are you registering?" "I..." Slowly the harsh overhead lights of the lab came into focus, along with the hazy outline of a female figure. Gooseflesh bubbled over her arms. Registering? "It's cold." A light feminine chuckle filled the air. "Let's get you dressed," the woman said, tenderly helping the naked Emma into a seated position. The Register Room floor was incredibly frosty against her dainty toes. She was led to a line of other naked dolls, each standing huddled next to each other, and each, like her, slimy from the stasis solution.

The group was ushered into a large chamber with rows of shower heads, and instructed to bathe. Emma held herself close as she walked in line to her station, glancing around at the other naked and scared looking bodies. This was her first repair. The first time she had been back in Heartland since she first came from here. It was much colder than she was programed to remember. The water that shot from the shower was steaming hot, and within minutes the room was filled with steam. Emma had to admit, it felt wonderful. After she was done bathing, she waddled along with the rest of them to be toweled and picked up by their case worker. They would be clothed, and, forgive the pun, 'dolled up' according to order. Her case worker was a skinny brunette who had a charming smile. Emma was incredibly relieved to see her again. A familiar face was always a welcome one for Emma. "This way, Emma."

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The next thing she knew, she was standing awkwardly in front of a team of designers. The pedestal she stood on rose her six inches off the ground, and allowed the designers to walk circles around her. She tried not to blink too much, and decided it would be best to just stare blankly forward. They wouldn't ask what she wanted to wear, anyway. The brunette, Julia, held a pink clipboard in her hand with a large stack of papers. Emma turned her head just slightly, to watch Julia converse with the designers. "No, no, he won't like that... hmm.. Let me see the blue one?" It was brought over by a blonde intern with a dry erase name tag. "No." An assortment of other clothing swatches were brought over, each turned away. Finally, a blue dress was opted for. Just when she thought that she was going to be able to be clothed, she was whisked away to the makeup and hair station. Two hours later, she was dressed and done up to her designer's pleasure. She was led down a long hallway to an elevator. Julia escorted her out onto the level labeled "L".

By then, Emma had found her legs again and was walking around with graceful ease in her heels. "Wait here. A car will be brought around shortly." And then she was gone, and with her all sense of comfort that Emma had. Suddenly feeling as though she would vomit on her Prada shoes, Emma began to toy with her manicured fingers. "Don't be so nervous," a voice from beside her said. Turning to look to her left, Emma took in the blindingly beautiful woman. The fellow doll was possibly the most gorgeous woman Emma had ever seen. "Humans always love new dolls," the woman went on to say, "So no need to worry. Enjoy it while it lasts." Just then a cabbie came up to the woman. "Your ride is here, Mrs. Jenkins." The woman grinned, and flashed Emma a wink before heading off with her driver.

"Emma Swann?" "Yes?" "This way." Here goes nothing... Emma was loaded into a long silver limo, as was the custom for doll delivery. A large black Heartland logo boasted itself on both the hood and roof of the vehicle. Emma reached up to her emblem on her neck, feeling a silver chain that wrapped around the back of her neck and connected to each side of her heart. That's new. Turning the emblem into jewelry. Clever, too. Emma stepped into the limo and began to fuss over her hair. Shortly thereafter she was joined by a tall dark headed man in a business suit. EMMA SWANN read clearly across the top of the folders he carried. He must be The Seller, Emma mused to herself. The trip did not take long at all. They must have shipped me in stasis.. Emma stared out the window at the large buildings that blurred past. Her new owner had to be loaded... That would be nice.

The mansion that the limo pulled up to consumed the windows. Emma had to bend slightly down to try and see the top floors. "Stop that. You'll wrinkle the dress," the businessman snapped. Surprised at his harsh tone, Emma sat up again, and instantly felt nervous all over again. The man got out, and helped her out. "Let me do the talking," he muttered as he led her up the steps and into the main doors. Her new owner stood waiting for her, and she stood very still and quiet as the businessman began his spill about return policies, maintenance, rights (or lack there of), her sexual parts, and other details that she blocked out. "She's the only vampire we've ever made," she heard him say. "Show him your fangs, Emma." Pulled from wondering about just how many rooms the mansion had, Emma turned to look at her new owner and flashed him her fangs.

One week later..

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Emma was slowly walking around the house, wearing one of her 'lounge-around-the-house' outfits. She was in a part of the mansion she had never been in before, exploring her new home. Suddenly, something... no, someone, crossed in front of her. The glimpse she got was of something terrifying and she gasped, jumping slightly. What the hell...? "Hel'," she felt her voice crack, and she cleared her throat. "Hello? Is someone there?" Just then, her owner's sister appeared in the doorway, looking slightly alarmed at first, and then flashing her a smile. Oh, so it was just her. Emma sighed in relief, convinced she was only seeing things. After all, here stood the girl she just saw, and she looked completely normal. Just as beautiful as she looked the first day they met. "Sorry," Emma mumbled, "I, um... Dinner's ready!" It had been the first time she really talked to her owner's sister since she arrived. That was Emma's first and last interaction with Meora when he was not around.

Current day...

Emma cussed as another egg hit the kitchen floor. Her ginger locks were pulled high on her head in a loose bun, and a few wild wisps had escaped. The tiny twists framed her slender, flower-covered, face. She has gotten up early that morning, convinced that she would master the art of cooking despite it not being programmed into her. Over the past two weeks Emma learned that Xander truly only loved one thing; his sister. Knowing this, she took it upon herself to make her breakfast. Perhaps if she could get close to his sister, she could learn how to truly make him happy... and, not that she would admit it, a friend would be nice too. Emma had on a white apron to cover up her black tank top and short shorts while she cooked. Her french tip toes were bare against the cool kitchen floor, so she began to take extra care not to slip on the eggs.

She was just finished with slightly burnt pancakes when the fire alarm blared through the air. Emma winced at the screaming alarm and grabbed the oven mitt to fan the smoke away. When the sound finally stopped, she let out a relieved sigh. Straightening up again, she added the cup of yogurt and slices of fruit to the plates on the serving tray. "I've got it, I've got it," she assured the cook, who sat looking extremely amused across the island. The large cook chuckled and waved her away. "I'll clean up," he chuckled. Right... that's probably for the best... she thought to herself with a small, thankful smile. With careful steps, Emma made her way to Xander's room. Taking a deep breath, she balanced the tray on her hip and held it with one hand as she knocked onto Xander's door. "Xander," she called, trying to keep her voice steady, "I... I've made you and Miss Meora breakfast... May I come in?"

Emma gently pushed open the door and took the tray over to his desk. "I thought, maybe, you and your sister would like to share breakfast this morning.... together." Her nerves turned her stomach upside down. Dolls weren't supposed to think. Would Xander be upset that she got up without permission? Would he be mad at her for walking around without him? New owners were so fickle. What if he decided overnight that he didn't want her, after all? The idea of being sent back to Heartland made her feel faint. Masking her emotions well, Emma placed a smile over her lips. "Would you like for me to go get her?"


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Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Soeri Character Portrait: Meora

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Xander Harrowgrove:

Emma. Charming and intriguing Emma, full of mystery. Xander hadn't particularly known what to expect when buying his new plaything, seeing as she was his first ever doll, and to be honest, he still didn't know what else he should be expecting, when the girl was quite literally a walking question mark. Ever since she had arrived that short and sweet week ago, she had been desperately eager to help, slaving in the kitchens, cleaning up messes, anything to make 'Mister Xander' happy - of course he had quickly asked her to drop the 'Mister' part of the name; it had sounded so formal and Xander was tired of formalities, especially since he hadn't bought Emma just to play ballroom manners.

He sighed as he lounged lazily, half-dressed, on his bed, flicking through a notepad with complex equations scrawled across it. Anyway, he hadn't seen much of her and that bothered him. Emma was a mystery - and luckily he liked those very much - but she was a mystery that he had yet to solve, which, put simply, pissed him off.

Grumbling to himself, he flicked out his pen and began to scribble another solution to a rather difficult question until he heard a hesitant knocking at the door and a voice - her voice: "I... I've made you and Miss Meora breakfast... May I come in?"

Speak of the devil herself. Absolutely perfect timing.

He smirked as he quickly finished this problem, glancing up to see the young woman glide into the room as elegantly as usual and place the tray on the side; it wasn't exactly a 'glance' because once he had looked up, he found that he could no longer lower his gaze. Yes, Emma was most certainly a lot different to the many other women he had ever been with; for one she was absolutely, visually perfect...but that was just because she was a doll...wasn't it?

Shaking his head as though he was caught in some weird daze - though that couldn't be the case, as Xander Harrowgrove was never distracted by anything - he suddenly realised that she had been speaking all this time, smiling at him innocently.

"...me to go get her?" Her? Oh, his sister. Xander frowned; unfortunately, unlike himself, Meora hadn't exactly warmed up to Emma as much as he'd hoped. Because she was different, with those curious vampire fangs and all, he had assumed that she would find the doll as enticing as he did, though all she had shown on her face was an expression of uncertainty - it had almost been enough for him to send Emma back. Almost. Not quite entirely. His reasons stripped down to their bare minimum, Xander simply could not bring himself to do it; he told himself that his darling little sister was merely shy and that he could not give up on Emma yet, not when he hadn't even solved her mystery... It would be like giving up.

Xander pursed his lips as he examined the beautiful doll and stretched himself into a sitting position. What to do...

"That won't be necessary," He decided, a slight smile playing with the corners of his lips, "Unfortunately Meora is busy running father's errands, so it seems that I'm dining alone, unless..." His eyes caught her summery blue ones as he spoke, "You've made an awful lot of food for one person; honestly, I don't think that I could manage this all by myself, despite my strength, so would you care to join me, my love?"

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Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Xander

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Emma stood quietly while Xander sat up and looked over the food. Please don’t notice they’re a little burnt.. "That won't be necessary," Xander said calmly. Oh, God, he does see that they’re burnt. They’re awful, I shouldn’t have even brought them up here, this was a horrible idea! "Unfortunately Meora is busy running father's errands, so it seems that I'm dining alone, unless..." By some miracle, she had managed to keep her expression soft and charming until now. At the idea of him eating alone, her expression fell into despair. "You've made an awful lot of food for one person; honestly, I don't think that I could manage this all by myself, despite my strength, so would you care to join me, my love?"

He called me love.. A warm blush bloomed in her cheeks as she glanced to the pitiful pancakes and fresh fruit. “Of course, Mis-… Xander. I would love to have breakfast with you,” she chirped, a genuine smile spreading open her lips. How sweet of him, she thought to herself as she moved the try into her lap while she sat beside him. Balancing the tray on her legs, she nodded to the pancakes. “I made them myself, so… they’re a little burnt,” she confessed. With a small smile she offered him his plate, and silverware. She picked at the fruit on her plate, taking a large bite out of a particularly yummy looking strawberry. She had to be sure to bite it slowly, to avoid the leafy greens on the end.

After she finished swallowing she turned to Xander and smiled. “Xander, have you heard that there’s some sort of a ball tonight?” Surely he had. It was all over the news. Some girl with cancer was getting a free doll, and Heartland was throwing a huge charity event to raise awareness and money for her type of cancer. “I was thinking, well… hoping, really, that maybe,” she began toying with her hair, a telltale sign that she was growing nervous, “ well, maybe we could go? It’s for charity, after all, and everyone who’s anyone will be there… I’d… I’d certainly like to go with you, if you’d like to go.” Why was asking for this so hard? Why was she so nervous? Xander was a known playboy. He was rich, filthy rich, and girls swooned over him. “That is, if your date wouldn’t mind,” she added offhandedly, offering him a sideways glance and a coy smile as she ate another strawberry.

Despite Xander having never approached her in a romantic way, she saw how he looked at her. Perhaps this was what he wanted? A beautiful and flirty doll? Was that what she was? She hardly knew anymore. Her programming was so intricate, so delicately designed, that she was not entirely sure where programming ended, and life experience began. Was it her own opinion that she liked strawberries, or was her tongue made to enjoy the taste and feel of the succulent fruit? “I would need a dress,” she said quietly, using her spoon to push the yogurt around in it’s cup.

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Xander Harrowgrove

Xander watched her mouth move as she spoke and the movements she made - the way she played with her hair as if she was nervous for some reason - and as he did, he convinced himself it was all because she was a mystery, something he wanted to solve. Telling himself this made it easier for him to be pleased that Emma was at last showing signs of opening up, at least in some small way... Don't be idiotic, he scolded himself, she's a doll; she's programmed to be this way, without a personality. Of course. He shouldn't, couldn't, forget that. Quickly, he picked up a very questionable-looking pancake, unable to keep himself from smirking at how the exterior seemed a little crunchier than what was the norm, and took a deep bite into it, the taste somehow more enjoyable than if anybody else had made them.

As she spoke of the ball, he found himself frowning, not bothering to show his distaste in the matter. Yes, his father had told him about this fundraiser; no, he most certainly had not planned to attend, much to the annoyance of the other man. Xander hated balls, detested them even - the formalities, the ridiculous small-talk, everything about them kept him on edge whenever he was forced to partake in one by his pathetic father. And now Emma wanted to go with him? Like hell he was going to go! Especially when he had other plans involving only three things: his bedroom, a whole bathtub of booze and more than one scantily-dressed college girl. You could do the math.

But then, of course, his eyes focused onto her, that mystery she embodied, as she looked at her lap nervously; his resolve melted ever-so-slightly and he almost dropped the pancake, thankfully it was only 'almost'.

Sighing, Xander used his empty hand to rake through his hair, a habit he had acquired ever since his mother had passed on, and said with a lazy smile, "A dress, a ball, anything you want, my love," he loved the way she blushed at that name and leaned back onto one hand smugly, "However I hope you know that my favours don't come cheap; I'll want something in return...Oh, don't look so concerned, sweetheart, whatever it is it can't be that bad. I haven't decided what it is that I want yet, but for now let's just say that you owe me."

He took another bite out of the oddly delicious pancake, winking at her, "So for starters, how about we fix that little dress issue of ours?"

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Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Xander

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Emma tilted her head to the side as she heard Xander sigh. It was written all over his face that he was not interested in going to any sort of formal occasion. Even still, as he turned his curiously handsome eyes onto her, she watched in wonder as his expression of distaste melted away. A casual smile warmed his features as he began to speak, "A dress, a ball, anything you want, my love." Love. There was that word again. What was it about that word that made her cheeks feel warm and toasty? Only one syllable and yet it seemed to drag on forever. Only four letters, and yet it seemed to weigh down the very air in the room. What is love, anyway? Xander’s smile became contagious and slipped onto her lips. She was just about to ask, ‘Really?’, when he added, "However I hope you know that my favours don't come cheap; I'll want something in return...”

Her smile faded away at the idea of having to ‘give him something in return’. Men generally only used that terminology when they were looking to sleep with you in exchange for money, or something else valuable. Like a night at a party he doesn’t want to go to… ” Oh, don't look so concerned, sweetheart, whatever it is it can't be that bad. I haven't decided what it is that I want yet, but for now let's just say that you owe me." “I’m afraid I don’t have any money, Xander, how will I pay you?” He seemed to disregard the question as he took another bite of her pathetic excuse of a pancake. To her surprise, and secret delight, he seemed to enjoy them despite their crispy outer layer. He gave her a playful wink, and suddenly Emma didn’t know if she should feel relieved or nervous. There was that warm, tingly feeling in her cheeks again.

"So for starters, how about we fix that little dress issue of ours?" Well, I do need a dress… “I like the color red,” she replied, surprising even herself. Why had she said that? Why not something more like… like… What color would you like us to wear, Sir? Or something like, what would you like me to wear? Instead, her mind was running away from her, as if it were on autopilot. “That is, I think we would both look very nice, if we wore black and red together…” Good save. “Do you think your sister will come, too? Maybe she would like to match with us,” she paused for a moment, toying with her hair again. “Xander, I do wish to stay here… I hope I…. I hope I am pleasing to you,” she said quietly, keeping her eyes down on the plate in front of her. “I haven’t been a house doll since my first owner,” she confessed.

Why was the plate getting blurry all of the sudden? Realizing that she was on the verge of crying, she blinked back the blood tears she was programed to spill and forced a smile onto her features. “But I’m going to try and be a good doll,” she said, holding her smile as she looked up to him, “besides, I’ll have the most handsome and kind owner at the ball… Maybe the ball is for me to show you off?” Her smile faltered and she blushed deeply. “Not that I own you!” Feeling like an idiot she laughed nervously and waved away the thought. “What I meant was, I am very proud to be yours.” Then, as if it were an afterthought she added, “Will we be taking a date with us, Xander?”

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Xander Harrowgrove

Lips twitching, possessed by the desire to explode into laughter, Xander swallowed his amusement at what Emma had said: "I'm afraid I don't have any money, Xander, how will I pay you?" When the time came that the doll did have to 'pay him back', he wouldn't be asking for money, oh no; he'd want something else entirely, but he kept those thoughts to himself, for although he'd had his way with many women in the past, the thought of doing so with Emma - a woman who did not even have a choice in the matter, and not to mention a woman he couldn't just avoid the next day - nearly brought him to shuddering with a feeling closely related with that of disgust. He did not know, or care to find out, why.

Then suddenly words were spilling out of her mouth, about colours to wear to the ball, Meora, about whether or not she was 'pleasing' to him - he found himself frowning at the fact she would even ask, much to his surprise - and finally, about his date. To be honest, he didn't really care what colour he would wear to the ball seeing as he had no intention of going in the first place, so if Emma wanted red, bring on the red; if Emma wanted neon pink, send in the clothing designs for all he cared. As for Meora...Well, it was doubtful that she would pass up such an occasion as this, yet even more so that she would even consider colour-coordinating with her brother as that would be 'much too humiliating'; the look on her face illustrated in his mind did nothing to stop him from laughing more, though he didn't wish for Emma to think him insane now and promptly covered his smirking expression.

"I hope I am pleasing to you." The sentence ran through his mind like a vintage movie reel, spinning as if not on its last legs but brand new and shiny. Pleasing to him? Why was she so...self-deprecating? That was something he found difficult to understand, something that added yet another layer of mystery to the woman. How could she not be pleasing to him...? She was...Emma. And that was that.

"I think that red and black would suit you perfectly," Xander leaned forward, having finished his pancake, and rested his elbows on his crossed legs and his chin on his elbows, near-black eyes watching Emma intently and closely, "However I think that Meora has other plans for her state of dress and apparently, although I was given previous notification of this, it's now utterly mortifying to be caught at a ball with your elder brother as your date, which answers your final question: I have no date, surprisingly, none at all."

Well, he said none; that wasn't entirely true now, was it? There were several girls he would have considered to join him when clubbing however some - honestly, all - of them were not nearly classy enough for such an event as this, he admitted, suddenly questioning his taste in women. If he had even the slightest choice in the matter, he would have brought one of them along anyway, just to irritate his father, yet, of course, ever since the last stunt Xander had pulled, all 'inappropriate and excitable women' were to be turned away at the door, no chance of entering the ball even if he managed, somehow, to sneak them in - father would have people watching over him now, despite the fact that he was no longer a child! This only meant one thing: father would most likely be supplying his son's date for the evening himself, to keep the 'riff-raff on the streets where they belonged'. Jesus, was he uptight. So he did, in some way, have a date - he just had no idea who the hell she was yet. How charming.

"God knows who father will set me up with..." Xander muttered to himself, hoping Emma didn't hear, and grinned broadly at her anyway, "So I guess without Meora - and without a proper date - that leaves just you and me. All alone." He kept his eyes on her to watch ever movement, every time she fiddled with her shining hair or pulled it from her face.

When he had finally snapped himself from his reverie, he realised that in some way or another he had drawn closer to the enigmatic doll, sharing the same air with uneven breaths. At last, swallowing slowly, he spoke again: "And in turn that answers what you said before, about you pleasing me," without thinking Xander reached out with his hand to touch her face for the first time for what felt like a century, "Of course you please me. No questioning that."

But then he caught himself in his actions and swiftly dropped his hand, moving away from the doll. No, Xander, he mentally scolded himself, she's just a doll, built to mesmerise you.

Just a doll and nothing more.

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Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Xander

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Emma watched her new owner carefully, feeling a soft twist in her stomach at the sight of him being even slightly unhappy. "God knows who father will set me up with," he was saying, more to himself than to her. His handsome eyes were downcast, meaning she probably shouldn’t comment on his statement. In the next moment, he was flashing a brilliant smile and saying, "So I guess without Meora - and without a proper date - that leaves just you and me. All alone." A blush bloomed into her face once again. Was it programmed to do that, or was he really making her giddy? Her blue hues carefully moved over his face, as his own orbs searched hers for a reaction. “Well, I guess you’ll have a wonderful time then,” she replied, offering him a warm smile.

Xander seemed to be stuck in some sort of strange limbo, between being sad and being interested in her. His body seemed to tense and relax in an interesting chain of reactions, and she couldn’t help but watch him. What was it like, to be real? To just be. To not be programmed, or designed for anything… to just be. She was doing it again; thinking too much. Oh, shit… he’s been talking this whole time… …about you pleasing me,” His hand reached out and touched her skin, causing her body to tense. A warm feeling began to dribble over her like warm butter at his touch. His handsome lips were moving, but his words were lost to her. His eyes glittered mysteriously, making it impossible to look away from him.

Then, without warning, he was snatching his hand away as if her skin burned. He even stood and moved away from her. His distance blasted shotgun shells into the butterflies in her stomach. As the tiny bits of their wings sizzled into her stomach acid, she slowly stood up as she twisted her fingers in front of her. “Well, I… That’s great!” She let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and let a smile lift her cheeks once again. “So! About that dress?”

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Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Meora Character Portrait: Xander

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Xander Harrowgrove

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"This way," Xander announced from further down the corridor after having led Emma through an intricate labyrinth, where hallways twisted and curled around each other in a serpent's embrace. Thankfully, he had always been a curious child, desperate to find the mysteries of his home and so, when young and left to his own devices, he had found himself wandering through this maze more often than not, which meant that he definitely wouldn't draw his new doll into a completely isolated tangle of rooms that they would never be able to escape from, (on an accidental account anyway). As they walked on, Emma trailing behind, their footsteps bounced from the floor, resonating off the walls and further and further through every walkway and window, a cloud of hard, cold noise ballooning upwards to consume the silence, a silence that had quickly ensued Xander's...episode.

Of course, he shouldn't have been so foolish as to raise his hand towards her; what was he thinking, that she would appreciate the gesture? That it would work like it did on every other girl? No! If anything, she had looked scared, or nervous even, not like she had 'appreciated the gesture' at all. He sighed - and that hush of sound seemed to shake the very foundations of the house too, though it was probably just his imagination. Well, he guessed it didn't matter; she was only a doll, a solution to solve, and once he was finished with her, father could send her away for all he cared! When he turned back to ensure that Emma was not too far behind, he instantly felt a sharp and breath-taking stab of guilty plunged between his ribs because...look at her: she was so afraid to be disowned, to be alone...How could he hurt such a creature? As her swimming blue eyes clashed with his, all he could manage was a weak smile in the hopes that it could, somehow, on any level whatsoever, fix the awkward quiet stretching for miles upon miles between them, like a deep black gulf.

Among other things, something that bothered Xander a hell of a lot was a humiliating drop in conversation, but he guessed that was why he was walking to Meora's room - that and the fact that Emma needs a new dress, he reminded himself, seeing as his little sister had probably the greatest dress-stashes in the entire world, possibly the universe, and there was bound to be something there that pleased his doll.

As they walked, side by side now, along the ornately decorated corridors, they eventually came across the double doors leading to Meora Harrowgrove's dress chamber. Hurriedly, so as not to prolong his embarrassment further, Xander flung open the doors with so much force that they could have clattered off their hinges and marched into the room to find his little sister, donned in her ballgown, surrounded by maids who waited on her hand and foot, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Brother?"

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Silver slid down Meora's body like the foamy tips of a crashing wave, and pooled at her feet, the fabric shushing and shimmering gently every time she made even the slightest of movements. Admiring herself, she watched the gleaming reflection that glinted at her from the mirror world, watched as its hands gripped the material, watched as it swished the dress about, light refracting throughout the long store of gown upon gown upon gown. Tidily her hair had been slipped from her face, slicked into a secure bun at the nape of her neck, coils of graphite-grey rope twisted, serpentine, across the red-ember tresses. Her face had been encrusted with scatters of glitter that caught the light in such a way that she seemed to be an ethereal star, fallen to earth, shining. It was perfect! This is exactly what she had wanted! Grinning at her handmaids, she suddenly erupted into a spinning body of elation, twirling and whirling on the spot until the sickly clutches of dizziness rattled her brain more than she could bear, her dance, a flurry of silver and sparkles, coming to a halt. Everything was perfect and the ball would be absolutely breath-taking and Soeri could not ruin a thing! So consumed with excitement, she could not hear the slap, slap, slap of footsteps against the carpeted corridors outside, nor the soft breathing and whispers of the two people behind the doorway.

Without prior warning, the chamber doors burst open, a breathe of air sweeping through the enormous room, blasting Meora's startled face with warm air that blew the fabric tightly against her body in a hushing, hissing mass. When she could finally blink open her eyes, squinted in surprise, she found her brother standing in the square cut of sunlight by the door, half-naked, smiling brilliantly at her.

"Brother?" She asked, smiling back at him, confusion laced in her wide eyes, "What is it you wa-?"

Disallowing her to finish, Xander rushed towards her, drawing his little sister into his arms quickly as though he had not spoken to her in a while, which she guessed was mildly true; father had kept her busy a lot this week...But that was no excuse for him to go about wrinkling her new robe! Hurriedly, Meora shoved him with as much force as she could allow herself to show - I cannot reveal too much of my secret strength, she thought, ashamed - enough to keep him a decent distance from her outfit.

"What do you think you're doing? This is my dress for the ball, Xander, and you're going to ruin it!" Snapped Meora, though she found a sly grin creeping along the corners of her lips secretively; she really had missed her elder brother.

"How could you? Preferring a mere frock to your dear, old brother?" Xander mocked her shocked expression teasingly, finding that his little sister playfully bat him away, "But it is a fine dress isn't it?" He leaned back, as if to examine her, "And you look simply divine in it, sister, if I may be so bold." At this he bowed before her, grinning jovially.

"Do you really like it?" Once more, Meora spun on the spot over and over again, loving the whisper of the gown as it caressed the air itself. As she danced about, she saw something flicker at the doorway. Was that red hair? Was there a scar marring that once-beautiful face? Soeri! She came to an abrupt halt, only to find that it was the doll Emma that stood there, Xander's doll, the vampire one. For seconds, all the girl could do was stare at her, nerved by her appearance. A doll. Just like herself. Could she sense that they were the same? Could she tell? Would she reveal this to Xander, to the world, to anyone? Panic bubbled like a hiccuping stream, unable to be suppressed.

Meora swallowed, "Xander...What is it that you and - and Emma want?"

Noticing his sister's anxious state, the man placed his hands on her shoulders gently, so as not to startle her, and spoke with a voice of silk, "The ball is soon, is it not? All dear Emma and I wanted was to borrow a dress, if you may be so kind as to lend us one? You would not mind would you?" The girl stared straight past him, into those wide, nervous eyes and forced a gentle smile, despite that her blood was also trembling within her veins.

"Of course, that's fine, brother."

"Excellent!" Xander swiftly turned to look at his Emma and Meora felt the flutters of butterflies swarm riotously as both dolls' gazes accidentally collided. Embarrassed, she turned away to her handmaids, not daring to venture yet another look in that direction, as Xander led the other doll into the treasure trove of ballgowns.

"Here, this is the red section! You can pick any one that you like, love, alright?"

All the while, Meora could feel the cold, prickling sensation of someone's eyes boring holes into the back of her head, but she could not tell who they belonged to, only that they sent shivers up her spine like the clattering keys of a piano.

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Emma followed behind Xander quietly as he seemed to do that inner battle thing he was so prone to do when she was around. Did she really stress him out that much? Helplessly, she quietly walked behind him as he weaved her further and further into the house until she was hopelessly lost. They came upon a set of large double doors, and before she could ask why they had come here Xander left her side and burst through the doors. An explosion of noise and color left Emma standing in the door way, dazed and confused. "Brother?" The voice was feminine and familiar, "What is it you wa-?" Meora started, but Xander cut in as he bounced across the room and scooped the stunningly beautiful woman into his arms.

Her dress was like starlight, bottled up and weaved into fabric specifically for her. It wouldn't have surprised Emma at all if her father had commanded God to send down the glittering objects to adorn his daughter. As far as Emma knew, the world began and ended with Meora... at least Xander's world did, and that meant that Emma's would too. Meora made a pitiful attempt to shove him away from her precious outfit, earning her a look of mock shock from her elder sibling. "What do you think you're doing? This is my dress for the ball, Xander, and you're going to ruin it," scolded the sister, though Emma caught a glimpse of the smile toying with her lips. Emma couldn't blame her; attention from Xander was both embarrassing and intoxicating for her so Emma could only imagine what it would be like to have a brother fawning over her.

"How could you? Preferring a mere frock to your dear, old brother?" Her owner gasped, pretending to be offended though it was clear he was in a playful mood. The two exchanged more banter that Emma tuned out of. It wasn't until Meora was staring at her as if she had eaten half the wait staff that Emma noticed she was no longer invisible. Emma watched the girl's emotional exchange, noting the way her arms stiffened, her back straightened, and her voice became ever so higher. Emma glanced to Xander, unsure what she had done wrong, and remained awkwardly in the doorway.

"Xander...What is it that you and - and Emma want?" Meora asked, clearly set on edge. Emma swallowed, unnerved by putting the heiress on edge. Would she make Emma leave? Would Xander not want her anymore? What had she done to upset the mistress so much? "The ball is soon, is it not? All dear Emma and I wanted was to borrow a dress, if you may be so kind as to lend us one? You would not mind would you?" Her owner answered the question with a voice like warm honey, soothing and gentle. Meora just stared straight past him, her eyes burning into Emma's as she forced a smile. Emma smiled weakly back, unsure if speaking would help or make the girl faint. "Of course, that's fine, brother." "Excellent!"

Emma felt her stomach turn over as Xander rushed over and took her hand to lead her away. At that moment, her eyes connected with Meora's for only a moment. Emma blinked, confused at what she saw, but she quickly dismissed it. "Thank you, Miss Meora... your dress really is beautiful," Emma said quietly as Xander led her past the frightened heiress and into the massive closet- no, dress warehouse.

"Here, this is the red section! You can pick any one that you like, love, alright?" Xander had called her love again, and just like that; everything was right in the world again. She could forget about his creepy sister, with her judgmental and terrified stares, and she could focus on finding a beautiful red dress for the evening. Emma tried on dress after dress, showing each one to Xander; but all she got in responses were 'beautiful', 'perfect', 'enchanting'. He was complimenting all of the dresses and she was flattered and amused. Perhaps if they could just spend the rest of the night in the dressing room, instead of having to attend the ball? Xander didn't want to go anyway...

Knowing that would never happen, she finally decided on a dress. Blushing and smiling over her shoulder at him, she spun once, twice, and on the third spin she landed against his chest, grinning up at him. "This is the one," she giggled, "please, please?" It wasn't red, but in it she looked like a sexy Ariel and she felt wonderful. She couldn't help but grin as the maid that was in the room brought over the shoes and purse that matched the outfit. "Oh, say you love it," she nearly squealed, taking a slight step back so he could get another look at the outfit. "I know I said red, but this is just too perfect," she sighed happily.

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Xander Harrowgrove

Flashing party lights. Music that shook and pounded at the very foundations of Earth. Litres of liquor that danced over the edges of wine glasses, beer glasses, mugs - anything that could hold the liquid fire. That was what Xander Harrowgrove was used to, not tailcoats and ballgowns and small-talk that polluted the air in great plumes, which was exactly what lay beyond the immense double doors thrust open to the Heartland Industries Fundraiser, where candlelight flickered on the walls, strained laughter poured into the night like artificially-scented perfume, and the chink and clink of champagne-flutes rattled in the way that the chains of a restrained convict would wear around their wrists.

What was worse than what lay within the ever-looming shadow of the ballroom was the already tight atmosphere held taught as stretched fabric around Xander, his father and the three women accompanying him: his date, whose name continued to evade him; Meora, busy hurrying ahead into the fray; and Emma. Something told him that tonight was not going to be easy; for starters, his father was breathing down his neck, constantly steering him in the direction of the nameless woman, pretty enough, beautiful even, but not...quite right. Then there was the fact that he wasn't looking at 'what's-her-name'; no, he was looking at Emma, and the shimmering blue-green dress, the colour of the crashing ocean, (he wanted to say he was mostly looking at Emma but that would be a lie - because the majority of the time he was, admittedly, looking at the dress). She looked stunning. He didn't dare to say more, just in case his thoughts ran out of control.

As the group of humans - and one doll - climbed the ivory stairs leading to the main hall, they found themselves splitting away at the seams: Meora had rushed on ahead, excited as a child, with her tired father storming off after, though not without shooting a watchful glance at Xander over his shoulder. Well. That wasn't obvious now, was it?

Forcing a smile, Xander turned to both of the girls, "Time to enter the war-zone, it seems." Quickly, they marched into the hall together, arm in arm in arm, still as uncomfortable as ever. As soon as they stepped one foot onto the tiled flooring, they were hit with the symphonic harmony of the orchestra; the difference to the kind of trash he normally listened to was a very stark one. All I need to do was get this over with, he reminded himself persistently, whilst leading the girls onto the dance-floor.

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Emma nearly vibrated with excitement as their limo came to a stop. All of the girls had crushed together, their dresses mingling in soft whispers of fabric. Emma was forced to sit next to the head of their house, rather than her owner, but she didn’t mind. She was excited nonetheless. Xander’s sister was the first to swoop out of the car, past the blinding lights of paparazzi and into the building. Emma didn’t bother to hold back a smile as her father went chasing after her, ignoring the press as well. Xander’s date, Clarissa, was a tall and beautiful thing, though starkly different from Emma’s vampiric design. Regardless, she was stunning, and hanging all over the left side of her master. Was it jealousy she was feeling?

“Time to enter the war-zone, it seems." Emma looked over to Xander with a grin, and then faced the double doors that were opened for them. It was just like a fairytale. The symphonic harmony of the orchestra blared to life as if on cue. Xander seemed to sink further into his sullen expression as he guided Emma and Clarissa over to the dance floor. Dancing, how fun! But who would she dance with? It was a ball, after all, and Xander would be expected to dance with his date. It was just then that Emma spotted a woman sitting alone at a table. Confidence being her middle name, she whisked away from Xander’s side and to the table, offering the man a winning smile. “Would you like to dance?” Only after she had come up close did she realize that the woman was actually a doll, like her. Furthermore, the ‘woman’ was actually male.

Of course, that didn’t stop her from grinning all the same. “My owner’s here with someone, but wants to dance. Help a girl out? I’m a terrible dancer, but, if you could lend me a hand, I’d really appreciate it… if your owner won’t mind,” she added as an afterthought. What if Xander didn’t want her dancing with anyone else? What if she had upset him by dashing off like she had? A ping of panic vibrated through her for only a split moment, but she just as quickly dismissed it. Xander would want her to have a good time, and this boy was beautiful; literally. After all, she had mistaken him from afar as a female. That didn’t matter to Emma. Blame it on the programming, or perhaps she just didn’t care. She wasn’t the standard doll, either, so who was she to judge? She wanted to dance, he had two feet; end of story. “Please?” she added, holding out a hand for him to take.

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Image He sighed, letting his gaze become downcast for a moment while he tried to think. Not that thinking would make the situation any better. It wouldn't make the night any more bearable, and it wouldn't make someone want to buy him. No, he really should try to think as little as possible for the time being. Looking deep in thought would make him less appealing to some people, and he should look much more alert in case anyone came his way, or would be more interested in seeing a happy, friendly-looking doll. Yes, he picked his head up once again, pushing away his more sullen thoughts.

It was a good thing he did so, too, because a lovely young lady seemed to be approaching. She couldn't be coming towards him, could she? Perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps she had her eyes on someone else, someone behind him or something. Just to be sure, he found himself giving a quick glance at his surroundings. This... This just didn't make much sense at all. The girl was another doll, he could tell, from the little glint of the silver emblem in her throat, so... why was she coming over to Adina? He found himself staring at her, and tried to will himself to stop, though he couldn't. He probably seemed kind of weird; wide-eyed with lips softly parted, looking as if someone had hit him upside the head. But this... was kind of confusing.

He tilted his head to one side at her as she had approached, standing in front of him. An elegant beauty in a stunning dress. That perfection and beauty which was so typical for dolls seemed to have some kind of extra quality on this girl, though he couldn't tell what it was. Something about her was different, and had an alluring elegance in itself. She'd walked in with an owner, Adi recalled, or at the very least, she walked in with a number of humans, any of which could possibly be her owner. So what did she want with Adina? He was hardly good company to keep, and he doubted this other doll had much business looking at the owner-less dolls. Hell, he was always surprised to find any doll paying more attention to someone else than they were to their owner.

“Would you like to dance?” She suddenly asked, giving a smile that could charm anyone. This question of hers did seem to answer some of his own questions. He understood what she wanted now, and he understood her reasoning but... Oh god, it left him with so many other questions all at the same time. Sure, this was a party and all, so who wouldn't want to have a little fun but... Why would she want to dance with him of all people?

“My owner’s here with someone, but wants to dance. Help a girl out? I’m a terrible dancer, but, if you could lend me a hand, I’d really appreciate it… if your owner won’t mind,” She seemed to add the last sentence as an after thought. It was an understandable inquiry to add, seeing as some owners preferred to keep their dolls to themselves. Darren had been kind of like that, but who could blame him when half of his friends had made fun of the small doll? Darren had only wanted to protect Adina. Well, that, and Darren didn't really like sharing, either way. Sure, there wasn't really any sort of problem with that now, was there? Adi's owner was gone, so, did that mean he didn't need permission? He took a glance in the direction of the bar, trying to spot Brittany. She was supposed to be in charge of him, but would she really mind? He kind of doubted it. After all, more people would see him if he was out and about, wouldn't they? And that would mean that maybe someone who'd want him would see him too. Maybe. Surely, she'd be fine with dancing. What harm could it possibly do?

“Please?” She urged, putting out her hand for Adina to take.

Oh, this was just so peculiar. Surely he hardly expected anyone to talk to him, but he was almost sure that his expectations for being spoken to by other dolls was far, far less. Still, he found himself giving a small, sweet little smile, his head downward shyly as he slipped his hand into the girl's and stood up. She seemed like she must have been naturally shorter than him, though with her in heels and him wearing a much flatter pair of fancy sandals, their faces were at just about the same level, or perhaps she was a little above him.

"Seeing as I don't have an owner," he finally mused aloud to her, straightening his gaze and trying to relieve his expression of the shyness. Still, his cheeks felt a little hot, and he couldn't help but worry that he was slightly flushed. "I don't think that my owner will mind."

He shrugged, keeping a kind smile on his face. He was tempted to explain further, just in case, that he was here because he was for sale, though he decided the statement could be left out. Surely she could put two and two together. From the way she spoke and held herself, she seemed at least to be clever and personable. Surely he wouldn't need to use quite so many words with this girl, though, he figured, he should at least put forth an introduction before dancing with her, shouldn't he? At the very least, he'd like to know the name of his dancing partner. It was only polite.

"I'm Adina, by the way," he said, the usual pause in between his statements hanging in the air. Perhaps he seemed slow, but he supposed that was okay. He really was, after all, but he just couldn't understand that ability of others to get the words out so quickly and so perfectly. His mind was constantly picking and choosing, almost as if he had to run through an entire dictionary to find the perfect words for his sentence, rehearse the line in his head a few times, and then say it. Which, of course, is almost exactly what he typically did. He hated using too many words, or fumbling over a sentence. At least, this way, he always got it right. "And you are?"

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Emma laughed at the adorable girly boy. He looked all around him, as if trying to see who she could possibly be talking to. Once he realized it was him, he looked as though she had pulled a fish from her clutch and slapped him with it. She couldn't help but giggle at his flustered blush. "Seeing as I don't have an owner," he finally managed to say, "I don't think that my owner will mind." So he didn't have an owner. How odd! Then, what was he doing here? The answer weighed her heart down ever so slightly. He was being sold here tonight... Even still, his smile never faded as he took her hand. "I'm Adina, by the way," he added, after an awkward pause. Maybe he was slow? Or perhaps his programming was a little off. Either way, he was adorable, and she decided that she liked him.

She liked the way he wore a dress like a girl, and seemed to maul over the meaning of life before answering anything she asked. "And you are?" Emma grinned, debating on saying something snarky for a moment, then quickly dismissing it. He might not understand. "Call me Emma," she replied as she gently pulled him onto the dance floor, weaving through bodies until she could see Xander from the corner of her eye. He looked miserable still, and she felt a little twist of guilt in her stomach for abandoning him. Still, surely he would be alright. He was grown, after all. She turned her attention back to the boy in a dress, Adina, he had said. "You're beautiful," she said with a smile, dancing closely with him to the lively music in the room. He looked so much like a woman, it was hard to remember he was male... and for some reason it made her all the more attracted to him.

Maybe it was just in her nature to be attracted to anyone, she mused. After all, Xander was godly in her eyes, and his sister was completely stunning. Perhaps it was in her programming to love anyone that was nice to her, or who had a pretty face. She pushed the thought aside as Adina swept her around the room in time to the music. "I'm sure you will go to a wonderful owner tonight, so you shouldn't worry about that," she said randomly after a spin out and then back into his chest. "You're so lovely, anyone who wouldn't take you is a fool," she stated matter-of-factly. It was true, mostly, she thought, though truly she knew that he would be a hard doll to sell. Not quite male, not quite female. It would take a special sort of buyer with a specific kink to want him. The thought made her sad. He was such a lovely man, and a charming dancer.

She had completely lost herself in her thoughts, and was only brought back when another doll, a female, bumped into her. "Watch it!" The other doll hissed, glaring at Emma. With a click, her fangs were in place, and Emma let out a hiss of her own, only hers was much more threatening. The dark haired offender looked shocked and let out a little squeak, while her owner just laughed. "Quite the viper you have, Xander Harrowgrove," the male owner called, laughing off his own doll's embarrassed whimpers. Emma smirked to herself, turning a grin over to Adina, giving him a wink as her fangs clicked back into hiding. "Don't you just love parties? That's my owner over there, Xander Harrowgrove. Isn't he handsome? Would you like to meet him? We would be saving him from his date, come. Let's go see him!" She felt as though she were a school girl, tugging around her favorite toy. The thought made her smile even more as she pranced through the crowd with the beautiful Adina in tow.

"Excuse us, Xander, but, I'd love for you to meet someone. This is Adina. Isn't he lovely? He's for sell tonight." The information flowed from the tip of her tongue like water from a faucet, so cool and easy. She was just about to say something else about the doll at her side when her eye caught sight of something bright red in the crowd. She shifted to look closer at what had flashed by and caught her attention, and what she saw made her stomach turn over. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on Adina's hand, taking a step back and closer to him. "Oh my god," she breathed, eyes wide and staring in shock at the condition of the doll being pulled through the crowd of beautiful dresses of silk. The doll's own clothes were nearly completely see-through and made her feel exposed and embarrassed for the girl.

"Xander, do something," she pleaded, turning her worried gaze to her owner. Blood tears brimmed in her eyes instantly, threatening to spill over and ruin the makeup she had carefully applied before coming to the ball. How could anyone be so cruel to such a lovely doll? She didn't take her eyes off her owner, begging him to stop the cruelty he was not used to seeing. Meanwhile, she failed to notice that she had yet to turn loose of Adina's hand. She was practically clinging to his arm for safety. Everyone still laughed and danced around them, the music continued to play, and yet for Emma; the whole room had froze and only the poor doll that was being humiliated and tormented moved. Her heart ached, unable to do anything. No one would listen to a doll, but maybe... maybe her owner could stop it. He was the son of a powerful man of influence, after all. Emma watched him, her crimson tears about to flow over her eyelids and stain her lovely pale cheeks.

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Xander stared back at Emma; and Emma started back at Xander. To the human male, the whole room seemed to fall into stilled silence as he stared into those eyes, those eyes that were brimming with rivers of ruby blood. How can something so pure-hearted be compared to a vampire? He thought, but then quickly turned his head to watch the other doll, the oddly recognisable doll, the one that had entered the room just now, shackled like an animal! Disgusting. Who could be able to do that to a sentimental doll, a doll with feelings, a doll who looked so much like a human? Who could do that to a person? Disgusting.

Of course Xander was going to do something, though he doubted that he would have if Emma hadn't been there... Part of him knew that it was because he wanted to impress her, wanted her to stop clinging to that complete stranger she was hooked onto; the other part of him could barely stomach the situation before him, so much so that he had to do something to stop the humiliation that red-haired woman was going through, that pain... He clenched his jaw.

There were several ways to go about this, he knew, as his mathematical mind-set clicked systematically into place: firstly, he could buy the doll - money was not an option - and then put the Harrowgrove Task Force into good use by burning this man and his 'business' to the ground; secondly, he could have the Heartland Forces present nearby dispatched to remove this lunatic from the ball, and then have them take this doll into their safety... Suddenly he realised why he recognised the doll. How foolish of him! Of course! Wasn't that Damien's doll? That man had caused quite a stir in New York; who wouldn't recognise his most cherished possession? Tamerah, that was her name. Yet somehow nobody was doing anything to save her. Cowards.

Across the room, his father was watching him, knowing what he was about to do, which only spurred him on more.

Beside him his date, Clarissa, whispered and gripped his hand further: "Oh how embarrassing... I hope somebody takes her away quickly; she's ruining the evening, don't you think?" It occurred to Xander that he really, really disliked this woman, and dropped her hand without effort, turning to look at Emma one last time before acting out-

That was until another familiar figure swooped into the fray, offering the abused doll his hand. Damien.

"It appears that she is in good hands..." Xander muttered, "For now..."

His eyes met Emma's once again and they were back to the start: staring at each other in silence.

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Image "Call me Emma," The lovely girl responded, answering his inquiry to her name. That name which he'd heard on plenty of girls before - human and otherwise - had a particular kind of elegance to her. He couldn't figure out the reason for it quite yet.

Still, whatever it was that gave her such an underlying interest, it didn't matter quite so much at the moment. Soon, she was whisking him away, towards the dance floor with an elegant hand. Stepping into the midst of the dancing, their bodies quickly pulled close to each other, beginning their steps along to the music at a slower pace before officially jumping in. "You're beautiful," She suddenly said, breaking their own silence while Adina had previously tried to focus on the music in the room. His eyes widened, and he almost missed a dance step, at the abrupt comment.

He opened his mouth to respond, but simply found himself staring downward, trying to hide the flush in his face and focus on where his feet were going. He shut his mouth, positive that whatever words he would have managed to get out would have been nonsensical. It was best just to hold his tongue for now, until he could think of the right words. This girl, surely she would think less of him if he started making mistakes like that. Quickly, he looked up once again, giving a shy smile, as if to quietly convey a silent thank you. It wasn't very often that he got a compliment from someone he thought he could believe. Brittany just said that kind of thing to give him a pep talk, and Evan... Adina was sure Evan hadn't said anything that nice. He hadn't even had to.

"I'm sure you will go to a wonderful owner tonight, so you shouldn't worry about that," She continued, and this time, the statement made Adina a little more solemn. At least she thought so, but a good owner for an odd doll was a tall order. The more the night continued, even though it had barely begun, he really doubted that anyone on the premises was going to want him. He kind of wished he'd been one of those mindless, stupid dolls. Then maybe he wouldn't care that his owner was dead, and that no one wanted him, and that he couldn't make a conversation as well as the next person.

He pushed his thoughts away from it though, as she spread away from him at an arm's length before her graceful form then spun back into him. Hadn't she claimed that she wasn't that good of a dancer? Well, Adina certainly believed she looked elegant, regardless. "You're so lovely, anyone who wouldn't take you is a fool," She finalized, her statement firm and solid as if she'd been stating a perfect fact. Well, then, perhaps everyone was simply a fool, and Adi doubted that to be true.

Still he gave another small, bashful smile, feeling overwhelmed by the compliment, and at least a little more cheerful that she thought something like that. It was nice to meet a person who was kind, after all.

Adi's eyes widened when another doll bumped into Emma, the jolt it caused to her body making him move as well. The other female doll hissed an agitated, "Watch it!" as she moved along. How rude, Adi thought, but had too little time to really think on the subject, as, in an instant, and with a faint click, Emma gave her own hiss to the rude doll, flashing what looked like fangs and startling the girl. Surely she deserved a start, but even Adina found himself jumping at the action, having not had the slightest idea that something like that would have happened. The owner of the rude doll made a call, probably at Emma's owner, but Adina was too distracted, staring curiously at his dancing partner while she turned back to him, offering the same sweet smile he had seen before, but instead with a sharp pair of fangs. Sort of like... what were they, what were they? Adina had seen them in movies with Darren. Those supernatural movies. The ones with fangs those were... They drank blood and had funny accents whenever it was a kid's show... Vampires!! That was it. He wasn't even aware that the corners of his mouth had tilted up into the slightest of smiles, happy that he'd found the word even if he knew he didn't have to use it. With a wink, her fangs were disappearing again, and he found himself staring even more. He knew there was something so beautifully unique about this girl.

"Don't you just love parties? That's my owner over there, Xander Harrowgrove. Isn't he handsome? Would you like to meet him? We would be saving him from his date, come. Let's go see him!" She said, and before Adina could react, she was towing him away, over to owner to be introduced. Somehow, Adi doubted the visitation of her owner would be productive, but then again, there wasn't much productive about this party at all. He almost wanted to interject, to answer her question. No, he didn't like parties, but he decided to keep it to himself. She liked them, and he remembered that giving a conflict of interest towards other people typically made them upset. He didn't want to make lovely Emma upset, not when she had such a charming smile.

"Excuse us, Xander, but, I'd love for you to meet someone. This is Adina. Isn't he lovely? He's for sale tonight." She said to the young man as she approached with Adi in tow. Adina studied the handsome young man, letting his eyes dart all along his physique, and then moving on to the young lady - his date, presumably - who was with him. Realizing that staring alone would simply make him seem like one of those mindless, dolls, though, he quickly pushed forth a polite smile at the young man, before ducking his head a little, shyly. He needn't introduce himself, after all. Emma had done it for him. What else was there to do? Both introductions were made. But there was a phrase that he could have put forth, wasn't there? Nice to meet you. Yes, that was it. He was about to open his mouth, to say the phrase, to make his presence as an actual, thinking, speaking doll known, but something caught his eye, causing his jaw to simply clench.

Emma had seen the young lady - the young doll - as well, for Adina heard her utter "Oh my god," the statement Adina understood to be a common expression for shock. He could understand the shock, most certainly. The fiery-haired girl stood in an almost translucent dress, her hair a mess and her body beaten down. She carried the dirt and grime and pain of mistreatment, and Adina could feel a choking sensation in his throat, a tightness in his gut, and a strain in his chest. Pain... He could see that look in the way she held herself, in the way she was so properly cared for. Were there... were there really people who would mistreat their doll in such a way? Hurt it and let it suffer? He could understand pain. He knew what it was like for every part of you ache and throb and feel like that piece of you could never handle movement again. Even psychological pain. But this girl could feel it so much worse. It was a different kind of pain, it was a more agonizing pain, he was sure.

He found himself staring with wide eyes, his free hand to his neck and his fingers along that scar in his neck, feeling the way the Heartland logo was bent and disfigured and the skin indented and creased with a twisted line. No kind of pain was okay. How could someone do that to their doll? It began making him even more fearful of the kind of person that might buy him. Having had only one owner, did he really even know what to expect? Who could say what other people were like? He wanted to look away, wanted to run away even. Go hide, seek comfort, but.... There wasn't anyone to comfort him, really. No one could protect him from his thoughts, and no one was going to protect him from being purchased. He needed to be bought, or he would die. But this girl... Surely heartland wouldn't allow this kind of thing at one of their prestigious parties, would they? They'd save her, they'd do something! He found himself shifting his gaze around, looking for Brittany, but he didn't spot her in that little black and silver cocktail dress. He almost wanted to panic about her not being in sight, too.

"Xander, do something," Emma pleaded with her owner. Her arms were tight around Adi's arm, and he couldn't blame her. He almost wanted to latch onto her as well, to use her as support, but decided against it. When he turned his face back to her, seeing red tears welling up in her eyes - no, not just red, they were blood - he knew she needed the support. Adina would just sink his feelings instead. He had to avoid all that business about crying, even if he wanted to, even if everything about this moment screamed at him to give up, to crawl under the earth and be dead, like his owner. No, He had to be a good doll. He couldn't ruin his makeup.

He looked to Xander, this time. No, perhaps he should be called Mr. Harrowgrove, since Adina didn't quite know this human so well. A more formal title would have to be used. The young man had dropped his hand from his date, and seemed to be ignoring her now, having little interest in her. He looked to the fire-haired girl, looked to his doll, and looked to Adina. And in those three looks, Adina could tell a lot of things. Xander Harrowgrove was a one-doll kind of guy, he didn't really care about his date, and the only reason he paid Adina any mind was because Emma's hands were on him. Her owner was about to do anything for her, and if the poor, fiery-haired girl's situation weren't causing him such worry, making him so sad, he would have smiled about the little things he could tell about Xander Harrowgrove.

Adi looked back to the girl again, though he almost didn't want to, the idea of that kind of treatment to a doll was making him sick, and felt a swift relief flood over him, watching as a man - a much kinder looking man, one who seemed to know the poor girl - swept in close to her and took up her hand. He shut his eyes, glad that someone had intervened, that someone cared.

"It appears that she is in good hands... For now..." Xander Harrowgrove's words came in a mutter, though it was indeed enough of a statement to instigate Adi opening his eyes again, trying to focus on the young man and the lovely doll he was in the presence of. He had to bring back composure, he had to focus on what was going on.

Dropping his hand from where it had been on the scar of his neck, his eyes darted back and forth from Emma and Xander. Yes, Xander was a one-doll kind of guy, and having another around was only a crowd, and possibly competition. Quickly, Adi slid his arm from Emma's grip until only their hands were touching, and turned so that he was facing her, giving her a gentle nudge of the arm to get her to turn towards him as well.

"Don't worry," He put forth, offering a sweet smile, though it seemed not to reach his eyes completely. He paused trying to pick and choose. Should he explain what not to be worried about? No, it seemed obvious, and Emma was a clever girl. She could tell what he meant. Don't worry about anything. This time, he added an extra little pause, and on purpose. He had to be sure that the thought of 'Dont worry' was complete, and that his next statement wouldn't be conveyed as a part of the last. "You have a lovely owner, Emma, and I was glad to meet both of you." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it gently. Surely, it would make her owner Jealous for him to give her a kiss on the cheek, after all. When the action was done, he flexed his smile again, and this time, it just barely seemed as bright as it should have been, though there was still a hint of how solemn he truly felt in his eyes. He still needed to catch his breath, his thoughts, to sink all the sad feelings. No one would buy a sad doll. "I think he would like you all to himself, and I should be looking for my caretaker."

Dropping her hand, he stood for an extra second, giving a glance back at Xander Harrowgrove, before giving the young man a polite bow of the head, and a little smile before turning back to Emma and gently brushed away one of the bloodied tears with his thumb. Surely it wasn't normal to cry tears of blood, but something told him that it was just part of her design; part of the vampire thing, maybe.

"Everything is going to be okay." Adi didn't normally reiterate something. Especially not something that had been a couple of statements ago, since it had already been implied, but sometimes when people were spilling with emotions, they needed to be reassured of the same thing more than once. Or at least, that was the reason he would have said to explain why he made the statement, which was oh-so similar to the one he had made before, telling her not to worry. But really, he wasn't sure if he had only directed it at Emma. Perhaps it was directed at Xander, as well. Maybe he even wanted to say it to himself, for surely, he had been worrying all night that nothing would ever be okay. At least, he could say, that Emma was in good hands. The fire-haired girl was in good hands. And at least after this evening, he would live for another few weeks. That was more than nothing.

Offering one last parting smile, though this one had regained it's hint of solemnity, he turned from them and walked off, not heading back to his seat but trying to see if perhaps he could spot Brittany still at the bar. Surely, to anyone watching him wander, he looked lost, and certainly he was. God, the Bar would be the last place he wanted to be, but seeing as Brittany had not yet returned to the table she had seated Adina at, it was the best bet for where she would be. At the very least, looking for her gave him an excuse to wander and spy at the other patrons of the evening.

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Xander Harrowgrove:

Xander did not like Adina. Even if he knew little about the androgynous doll, he found an instant dislike clenching at his stomach for whatever reason, he wasn't sure - or at least, he was sure but did not feel terribly inclined to think of it too much, seeing as it involved one topic he most certainly couldn't linger on: Emma. That said, he still found his eyes weighing heavily on her, lips pressed in a thin line, eyes slightly narrowed. Thinking. He could not tell if he was irritated or merely speculating; all he could find himself doing was flick his gaze between Adina and Emma, as the former disappeared into the crowd. The doll had kissed Emma's hand; the doll had been very familiar with Emma; the doll had danced with her - no, Xander did not like Adina all too much.

Another whining violin tune split through the ballroom all of a sudden, a new song striking up among the band; Xander found himself unconsciously taking Emma's hand, drawing her onto the dance-floor amid the throng of shifting, shimmering ball-gowns and tuxedos.

"Let's dance," He said, although it was almost a scowl. He did not even like dancing - well, not this kind of dancing anyway - so what on Earth had dragged him into the midst of it all? There really was no point pretending he did not know the answer to such a simple question.

As he held Emma's body against his own, hand on her waist, other hand in her own, spinning across the glossy tiles, Xander watched her closely; felt something tighten in his stomach; found breathing difficult for some reason, inhalations tangling with exhalations in a complex mesh. Nervousness? No, that couldn't be - but as he said this, he realised that he could no longer watch the doll, his eyes staring off into the distance, towards the band, anywhere other than her pale face, her wide eyes...

When he spoke, he tried to sound nonchalant: "Did you say Adina was for sale? Who is buying him?" Why were you dancing with him...?

Xander didn't - couldn't - ask that, for if he tried he knew he would discover his anger splitting painfully through his skin, so he settled for something easier: he watched her lips part and her breaths come quickly and wondered what it was that he found so curious about her.