King of the Dolls

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a part of King of the Dolls, by Ashes-6695.

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Hayden Valkyrie [24] "It's not that I can't, it's just that I don't want to, okay?"
Mika Taylor [23] "I don't recall being this...shapely."
Lyanna Tarnish [23] "Underestimate me, if you like. It will be the last thing you ever do."
Adrian Alistair [22] "Out of my face, you dolt!"
Isaac [20] "What gives you the right?"
Jayson 'Jay' Miako [19] "You take me from my peace to turn me into an item for consumers? You, vile man, will have Hell to pay before I am done with you."
Garret [18] "I was just a replacement for someone dead. Now I'm not even that anymore."
Annabelle 'Ivy' Smithson [18] "Just because I don't look like you doesn't mean I am any different."
Belton Reily [18] "When I said I wanted to serve my king for all eternity, I didn't mean it quite like this"
Adina "Adi" [18] "I just don't think... that there are enough words to make you understand."

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Character Portrait: Annabelle 'Ivy' Smithson Character Portrait: Garret

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Image Garret managed to make his way into the middle of the family room and turn to face the entrance just before Aunt Kelley had entered, leading the two whom he'd overheard their names to be Rodney and Ivy. He stood as straight as he possibly could, eyes on the two as they entered the room, and all but ignoring Kelley, who simply made quick work about clearing the couch of if its tacky decorative pillows, in case anyone felt like sitting. The man, who obviously was the person to claim the name Rodney, came close to him, arms crossed.

“Tell me about yourself, Son.” The man said, and Garret instantly felt nervous.

He shifted his weight over from the left foot, then to the right, then back to being centered. He bit his lip for a second before making a specific attempt at answering the man's question. Upon realizing his friendly expression had escaped him, though, he quickly brought the polite smile back to his face, trying to be sure that he was going to make as good of an impression as he possibly could.

"I'm afraid there isn't much to tell, sir," Garret responded, finally. His fingers busily pulled at the hem of his sweater, though the little nervous action was difficult to spot unless a person was looking for it. "My name is Garret, I'm a five-year-old doll modeled after a sixteen-year-old. I've been with the same owner for four years until she passed and for the past year I've been for sale."

His eyes averted temporarily while he tried to think. What exactly would the man want to hear? Surely he couldn't tell any lies, but perhaps he should leave out some of the less.... undesirable parts of himself. No one would want to buy those, and he just had to make himself seem a little more appealing, that was all. Surely it couldn't be too hard. Dolls got purchased all the time, even ones that other people wouldn't typically want. Who could say what kind of taste these people had, and what they were looking for? And who could even say what Aunt Kelley had already told them over the phone.

He looked back at the man, eyes open a little wider in realization. "Oh, I was commissioned to get new tattoo murals six months ago, when I previously had none." Garret then promptly gabbed the hems of his layered shirts, pulling them upward to show off the intricate and abstract designs on his torso. After a few moments, he dropped his shirt back down and rolled up one of his sleeves, to show it's continuation onto his forearm. "And then there are some on my upper arms, as well, but I currently have long sleeves on in three layers so its a little hard to show you unless I take them off." He rolled his sleeve back down and brought his eye contact back to the man.

After a few moments of hesitation, he tried to continue with his words, though he found it difficult to bring himself to tell more about himself, especially with things like his memories, or how he was created so specifically for one purpose. That would surely be a turn-off, wouldn't it? He was hardly useful, and he didn't even have a purpose anymore. But then, he also knew he had to tell them, because keeping that information to himself would be as good as lying, and he wasn't allowed to do that.

"Um, I, well," He tried to start the sentence in any way that he could, and he couldn't help but fumble over it. "I was originally programmed with the memories of the boy I was modeled after. I was sort of meant to be an imitation of him; a replacement. But I can easily differentiate between my memories and his, so really, it doesn't pose any sort of problem. But that's probably something you'd want to know from the start."

Garret fidgeted again, and once more he was wriggling his toes on the carpet, shuffling his feet every once in a while. Though his eyes had remained on the man for a good deal of time, the circulated the room now, shifting around from the bookshelf to the couch to the nest, to Aunt Kelley and to the girl with the vibrant blue hair, until the had made the full circle back again.

What else can I say? He was beginning to panic a bit, unsure of what to do with himself. Was there really anything else he could say? He'd never really encountered anyone actually interested in much else from the major details, just to know what the hell they were paying for. He decided that his best course of action was to prompt what to do from the man, so as not to make any mistakes.

"I'm not sure what else I can say on the matter," Garret said, maintaining the polite, respectful tone he'd had for the duration of his ramble. His brows raised upward inquisitively. "May I please have a different question?"

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Character Portrait: Annabelle 'Ivy' Smithson Character Portrait: Garret

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It was apparent Ivy’s father wasn’t very pleased with the boy. He watched as the boy stuttered for an answer. When Garret showed them the tattoos that scarred his body, Rodney looked over at Kelley, his eyes narrowed lightly.

“You never said anything about him having tattoos.”
He spoke to the woman like talking to a small child in disappointment. Ivy frowned at her father as he adverted his focus to Garret once more.

Ivy watched Garret, her head tilted slightly as if confused. The girl heard her father speaking to Kelley, although it was too low to understand. This Doll was different, although it could be programming. But when he said that he and the boy he was modeled after had some differences, Ivy’s interest perked. He wasn’t just programmed the way he supposed to.

I like him, he seems like he’d be a good friend to have. After all, this whole mission was to find a friend for her.

She idly twisted the ring around her middle finger before hearing her father clear his throat.

“Well, Garret,” He started, looking at Ivy and then the Doll, “You seem like a fine doll, but not one for my daughter.”

Ivy’s mouth opened a little ajar in annoyance, “Why not ask him a few more questions before judging him right off the back, Dad.”

Her father’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked at his daughter, the smallest of smiles on his lips,
“Well, why don’t you ask him something? After all, if we do purchase him, he’s yours.”

Ivy felt as if a great weight was thrown onto her as her father and Kelley watched her expectantly. She shifted awkwardly before looking at Garret.

“First, let me apologize for my ass of a father,” She said before continuing, “What do you like, any interests you have?” She felt stupid asking the question, but she felt being alive for five years, he was bound to like something.

She heard her father laugh at the apology and say something to Kelley, but she ignored it and waited for a response from the boy. She watched Garret, trying to figure out the pretty Doll without him saying much. She couldn’t understand him wearing three layers at this time of year. After all, she was wearing a Pierce The Veil tank top with black shorts and Converses. How he had on three long-sleeved layers made her wonder.

Please, please, please answer truthfully.
She silently asked the pretty, little Doll.

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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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Image 'Adi?' a voice seemed to call. Adina blinked a few times, but didn't turn around. The wireless ear buds he was using blasted the Shanghai Restoration Project in his ears, and he wasn't quite in the mood to turn around and check for confirmation that the sound was more than just his imagination. But when the sound came closer, undeniably there, calling his name once again, and more forcefully, Adina looked upward at the scientist who hovered above him, her brows raised expectantly.

She sighed, plucking the ear bud out of Adi's right ear so that he would be able to hear her.

"Adi, where did you get that Ipod?" She accused. Adi instantly averted his gaze over to the slim, electrical device next to his pillow, before simply looking back at the scientist with the short blonde pixie cut. Before long, he found that he didn't need to answer at all, as one of the tall, male scientists was coming into Adina's temporary room at Heartland as well.

"Relax, Brittany, I let him borrow it since he likes that music so much," The man said, now hovering over Adi as well. "Nothing wrong with it. Right, Adi?"

Adina flexed a small smile at the man, who he knew to be named Evan. Adi like Evan, much like he liked quite a few of the scientists who half-way decent. But Evan was typically stopping by to do checks on Adi's healing, and usually let him listen to music, or brought him a small snack. He didn't mind Brittany so much most of the time - she sometimes came by to brush his hair, or do his makeup, or help him pick out an outfit - but she was a bit more strict to the rules than Evan was. Adi flexed another smile at the look she was giving Evan; that look of disappointment, but knowing she couldn't really do anything to defy him.

As Adina dropped his head back down to the pillow, shifting his position in the single bed once more and taking an extra moment to push his snarled hair out of his face and shut his eyes, Brittany's gaze was back on him, and her hands went and grabbed the sheets to pull them off of the little androgynous doll. "Oh no you don't," She grumbled. "It's almost noon, and typically by now you're off in some completely different part of the building where you shouldn't be. I'm not saying I approve of your skill of somehow getting through locked doors, but it's about time you got cleaned up."

Adi shook his head, turning onto his stomach and letting his face be buried in the sheets. The air conditioned room was beginning to set a chill in his body without the blankets, as he was clothed only in his undergarments and nothing else. Yes, he was aware that his behavior today would make little sense to them, as this was the longest time he'd spent in bed in the morning since he'd arrived at the New York headquarters of Heartland. He was simply an early riser, but today he didn't feel like it. He just wasn't in the mood at the moment, not for what these people had planned. They officially had him back on the buying market today, even though he still had his scars, even though they knew they couldn't replace the damaged emblem in his neck, and even though his old owner - the only owner he wanted - was never going to come by and claim him. His existence had been so perfect for Darren! How did they expect Adi to mix that well with anyone else? It was an absolutely awful thought! No! He didn't want to get up! He didn't want to, and he wouldn't! No being on the market, no new owners, and certainly no party, as Adina new very well that they planned on trying to sucker someone into taking the "poor unfortunate little Doll" sometime in between the auctions and the presentations and the.... drinking. Now that was the last thing he needed.

"No more, Adi." This time it was Evan speaking. Adina tightened his grip on fistfuls of bed sheets, anticipating the man to use his force to bring him out of the bed. "It's time to get up." Evan scooped his arms around Adi's bare waist, lifting and pulling the smaller doll up and into his grip without a single issue. Adi grunted, trying to pry at the firm grip around his stomach which held up up a good six inches above the ground easily. His feet, with no ground in reach, applied their pressure against the scientist's legs for support. Evan had only ever had to lift Adi up three times, and only two of those had been forcefully. The first time, however, had been when Adi had still been partially immobile from his injuries.

The sound coming from Adi had begun as somewhat of a groan, but before long, he erupted into the closest thing he could get to a yell; a very firm statement. "Let go!"

Evan frowned. It wasn't typical for Adina to say a single word to the scientists, or anyone for that matter, unless he felt it was absolutely necessary. This time, Adi used two words. After three months, the scientists knew Adi pretty well, at least the ones who dealt with him did, and they got that part of his personality was minimal verbal communication. Adi was typical to show what he meant, rather than say it, and only really added in the words if he felt that he needed them. Only with someone he was absolutely comfortable around, or someone he was trying to be extremely polite to, or someone who he didn't feel was understanding what he was trying to say, would receive the actual words. In this case, Adi just didn't feel like they understood what he wanted.

"I don't want to be back on the market," He continued, and then he shut his trap. No more words. Not for these two anyway. He wouldn't allow them the privilege to have any more. Never again.

Evan and Brittany exchanged some looks, as the realization instantly set in that those would be the last words they'd be getting from the doll, and yet they still needed to convince him that getting a new owner was going to be okay.

"Adina," Brittany began. "It's tough losing your first owner but everyone worked really hard to fix you up so that it wouldn't be your last. You know you can't stay here, so if you don't get a new owner, you'll be decommissioned."

There was that word again. "Decommissioned." Adi didn't like that word at all. It meant to be put out of work, but for a doll, it was the word they used to replace death. They didn't tell Dolls about death or dying, specifically. They didn't tell them it meant they would never be alive again. Everything was just implied, and they expected dolls, who'd never even processed what death really meant, to understand the threat. For a lot of the failures who were threatened with decommission, they let the scientists put them out without another thought, without fully understanding what it meant. They were going to kill him if he couldn't find a new owner. Sure, it would be gentle, but he'd still be dead in the end. Just like Darren.

Adi felt like crying.

He stopped trying to pry Evan off of him, and Evan promptly let him down to the ground, and Adi felt a good amount of relief just at the sensation of his bare toes connecting with the cool, pale hardwoods. When Adi turned around to look at Evan's facial expression, he almost wished he hadn't. Evan had a much more frightening disappointed look than Brittany did. After a few seconds of back and forth staring, Evan copying Adi's 'no-talk' move, the scientist plucked the remaining wireless ear-bud out of Adi's ear and pocketed it, leaning around the doll and snagging his Ipod back.

"You can have it back once you're clean, got it?" He requested. Adi nodded reluctantly. There goes his Shanghai Restoration Project. Surely a new owner wouldn't be letting him sit around and listen to music all day. "Go on, then. Brittany'll help you. That's her job, not mine."

Adi watched Evan leave the room before taking a glance back at Brittany, and then headed for the little standard bathroom that was connected to the temporary bedroom. With Brittany keeping watch, as was typical, he slipped his underpants off and stepped into the shower, hitting the button on the wall for the preset, timed shower to begin, and finally wash all of his grogginess away. And maybe he could even get a brush through his knotted hair afterwards.

When the fifteen minutes was up, he stepped out of the shower and the young woman was already toweling him down, rubbing all the remnants of water off his body. She wasn't talking to him either. Another silent treatment. Adina hated that kind of thing; giving him a 'taste of his own medicine.' But it didn't matter. If they had their way and had him out of here by today, he wouldn't have to bother with them ever again. No more scientist sass.

It was another twenty minutes before she broke down and said something to him. He was clothed in a black and white striped tee-shirt dress with the sleeves hanging off the shoulders, pale blue stockings with candy-patterned skeleton legs and all-black converse, and a dog-tag necklace with the Heartland emblem on it. Brittany had done his hair up, too, putting it in a twisted bun with one segment of his hair french-braided on its way to the tie-back. His makeup was light, so that more could be added later in the day. It was a cute and comfortable look while he was stuck waiting around Heartland for that stupid ball.

"What do you want to do then, Adi?" She asked, Laying a few dressy outfits out on the bed. "Do you want a suit or a gown for tonight?"

Adi bit his lip, looking at all the articles of clothing before he decided, picking up a tan, textured dress from the pile and handing it to her. She nodded, hanging the garment up on a hook in the room. Adi only figured that the elegant gown would make an interesting surprise for anyone who thought it was a good idea to buy him when they came to the realization that he was a guy.

"Sounds good," Brittany replied. Adi found the reply odd, since he hadn't actually made any noise that would even qualify as 'sounding good.' "And by the time you're getting ready, that bun will have your hair all nice and curly, too. I'm sure we'll find someone to take you."

Adina watcher her gather the rest of the outfits and hurry out of the room. Before the door could close and lock him in, however, he kicked one of his shoes off and over to the other side of the room, allowing it to get wedge in the door and keep it open. He grinned to himself, hopping up and making his way out of the room, grabbing his shoe and slipping it on as he did so. He checked both ways in the hallway before jogging down to the left, where the other rooms were, and where the path to the elevators were. No more sitting in the room. If he wasn't allowed to mope in bed, He might as well explore, and maybe even run into some of the other dolls who still stood waiting around at Heartland. The scientists knew him to be an avid wanderer, and none of them ever bothered to send him back to his room once he'd gotten out, since he never caused any real trouble. All he did was look on quietly, after all. No issues, there.

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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: Annabelle 'Ivy' Smithson Character Portrait: Garret

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Image “You never said anything about him having tattoos.” The man suddenly said, gaze turning upon Aunt Kelley. Garret swallowed a nervous lump in his throat, suddenly not feeling well about the whole thing. Oh no, he thought. Oh no, did I really blow it already? He watched The girl's father and Kelley talk, though the words were too distant and too low to understand. He began to panic a little, shuffling his feet while he watched on anxiously, unsure if there was anything else he could do to change the man's opinion somehow.

“Well, Garret,”The man said, taking a look at his daughter before looking back to Garret. “You seem like a fine doll, but not one for my daughter.”

Garret instantly felt his heart sink, his shoulders slouched and his gaze dropped to the floor. That was it. He was done. He felt like he was going to collapse under how heavy his heart felt, and under the knowledge of what this meant; he wasn't getting a new owner. He was going to be sent back to Heartland and put out for good. There was nothing he could do about it.

“Why not ask him a few more questions before judging him right off the back, Dad.” Came another voice in the room. Garret picked up his head, surprised at the comment which had come from the girl with blue hair. It took a few moments for him to process what she was saying to her father. But that was it! That was his second chance to make them like him, and she was handing it right over to him. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if they would begin to form a smile, though the smile remained at bay.

“Well, why don’t you ask him something? After all, if we do purchase him, he’s yours.” Her father replied. Garret's eyes went back to the man for a moment and then directly back to the girl, staring at her attentively and straightening up.

Please, He thought. Please, this is my only shot. I have to be perfect. Just like any doll.

When the question came, he almost was unprepared for it, and surprised at its context.

“First, let me apologize for my ass of a father,” She said before continuing, “What do you like, any interests you have?”

He looked away for a moment, back at the flowered couch in which he'd hid his things. She wanted to know... what his interests were? That didn't seem to make sense. His interests could have been anything, and she could have told him exactly what she wanted him to be interested in and he'd say he was. It was as simple as that, but no. He looked back at the girl, at the look on her face. She wanted a bit more of a real answer from him.

He gritted his teeth, eyes wandering over to Aunt Kelley Guiltily. "I like.... Uh...." He swallowed, and tried to start again, this time bringing his eyes back to the girl, as Aunt Kelley's gaze made him uncomfortable. "Well, I like to... I like to read..." He felt bad for admitting it. As if reading were close in comparison to something along the lines of doing drugs. "And I like to draw when I can. And I like to take pictures of the people passing by outside at the same time each day to see how it changes." He could see out of the corner of his eye that Aunt Kelley had grown a puzzled look on her face. Regardless, he continued.

"And I like cozy clothing, and things like my big blanket nest over in the corner. I made that myself. And..." He swallowed another lump in his throat, realizing how he simply used 'And' over and over again to continue his thoughts. He tried to restart without saying and again. "I like museums, going for walks in the morning before the sun has come up..." He bit his lip and shifted back and forth on his feet for a short moment. "And I.... I hid things in the rip on the underside of Aunt Kelley's really ugly couch so that you wouldn't think I was a bad doll." He turned towards Aunt Kelley as swiftly as he could, furrowing his brows and adding in the quickest afterthought of, "I'm really sorry!"

"You hide things in the rip under the couch?!" Kelley exclaimed, and the short, red-headed woman stormed her way over to the couch, reaching underneath it and beginning to pull out the contents that he'd hidden there; the notebook, the pencils, the stack of photographs, as well as various other things that he'd put in there, including eighty-three cents that he'd gathered from the washer and dryer, a packet of colorful markers, Garret's favorite black pen (for it wrote so incredibly smooth), and a half-empty case of chocolate, which he'd been saving.

"I like candy, too," He added in. Finally, he shrugged, beginning to accept the fact that he most certainly was not getting purchased. He'd be decommissioned at Heartland, but at least he was going out with a bang, he supposed.

He gave a weak smile to the lovely little lady with the blue hair. "I'm really sorry."

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Character Portrait: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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Well, at first, being alive had been pretty neat. It was loosing it's glimmer and shine real fast though. They wouldn't stop cooing over him and pushing him around and telling him to do things. It was quite annoying. He hated it the most when they dressed him. It made him feel like a toy. He couldn't explain it, he really hadn't been sentient enough to express himself properly, but it just gave him a bad feeling in his gut. If this was what it meant to be a doll, he really didn't want to be one. Why did they get to be humans and he was just an artificial creation? Where did his consciousness even come from? He'd asked that and they'd told him not to worry about it. Later, however, he'd overheard them talking about his programming, which sent a jolt of fear through his stomach. He was a program, like the flat-screened computers they used to check his vitals when he'd first woken up.

At this moment he was just waking up again. For the third time since six that morning. Melody, one of the scientists charged with keeping him in line, as she liked to say, had been trying fruitlessly to get him out of bed. He was listless though, and just stared at her for a few second before closing his eyes again. Though he'd only been alive for a few days, he was already starting to feel down about his future. They'd told him that people, sentient, real, live people, not like him, would come and look at him, and if they liked him they would buy him, then he would belong to who ever the buyer was. "And yes, you have to do what they say." Was Melody's reply when he asked. This awakening, Isaac saw as he cracked one brown eye, had brought company in the means of a large male scientist. He remained silent and sullen as he was lifted bodily from the refuge of his bed and set on his bare feet, shriving in his boxers.

Melody's thanks to the man was met with a wave as the male left the room, leaving Him alone with the small female scientist. He made a move back towards the bed, but Mel grabbed his arm. He looked at her, a melancholy expression on his features. "You can't sleep all day, Isaac." She chastised him, patting his cheek. "We've got to get you ready for tonight so you can go start a new life with a new owner. Come on, be excited. You'll get to see the world, go places, meet people." Her voice was dripping with enthusiasm that didn't rub off on him. He looked at the floor, arms folded. "Fine." He mumbled, hoping she'd just get on with it. He didn't like it when she got that peppy tone. It was all lies anyway, or at least, it seemed like it was all lies.He didn't really know, he hadn't been around long enough to properly differentiate, but his gut was giving him a bad feeling about this whole thing.

"Let's get you cleaned up, there's a good boy." Mel said as she shooed him into the bathroom adjoining his room. He moved but his arms were still folded obstinately. He didn't want to be a 'good boy' but what choice did he have in the matter? The shower, at least, was pleasant enough. Nobody else touching him, primping him. He could get himself clean. Even with Mel looking on to make sure he didn't fall, which he had a couple times, since his motor skills weren't at top notch yet. Especially not when everything around him was slick with water and soap.

He toweled off, and Mel tossed him a grey hoodie with the heartland logo stamped on the front in gold. Seeing the logo always made him touch his throat, where the same symbol rested just above his collarbone, right in the center of his throat. If he pushed on it it made it hard to breath. "That's just until we pick out something nice for you to wear for the ball." Mel informed him as he pulled it over his head. He really liked hoodies, he'd worn them almost constantly since he'd come online. He couldn't say why, especially considering how warm it was in the building, but they were nice. Mel then held out a pair of purple skinny pants, which Isaac narrowed his eyes at. "No." He said.

Mel sighed. "Just wear them, please, it's just for a little while."

"I don't think they'll fit." He said, gesturing at his legs.

Mel sucked in her cheeks. "If you promise to stay right there I'll find you something else." She said, looking hard at her charge. What could he do, anyway? He was just wearing a hoodie and boxers, he had enough sense not to go out of the room like that, didn't he? And she was just running down the hall, she'd hear him if he left the room. If she cracked the door then she'd be able to get back in without her key anyway. And he was a good doll, if a bit listless, he'd be fine.

Mel was wrong. The moment she turned the corner he darted out of his room, a satisfied expression on his face. He didn't have a destination in mind, he had no idea how to get out, or where he'd go if he did escape, but the thrill of momentary freedom was sweet. he wet-haired young man strolled leisurely through the halls, on watch for any guards or scientists that might cross his path. He was lucky for a while, he saw absolutely nobody. It didn't last long though. He turned a corner a bit too haphazardly and nearly ran into another person. He immediately tensed, thinking it was a scientist, but once he caught himself and took a step back he realized it was another doll. Female? Looked like it. He hadn't met another doll before. Perhaps it would be an interesting experience.

He examined her face for a moment, his trademark mournful expression ever present, and tipped his head slightly to one side. "I see you got out too." He commented slipping his hands into the pockets of his pullover. Just then he realized that he was only half dressed. Whoops, he'd forgotten about that. best to ignore it. "They call me Issac. Who are you?" he asked a moment later, as if to cover up his realization to the nature of his own dress.

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Character Portrait: Hayden Valkyrie Character Portrait: Adrian Alistair Character Portrait: Lyanna Tarnish Character Portrait: Mika Taylor Character Portrait: Belton Reily Character Portrait: Jayson 'Jay' Miako Character Portrait: Kellan-Leigh Character Portrait: Jayden Anastos

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Lyanna Tarnish || Female || The Intelligent






There was a sudden weight against Lyanna's shoulder, making it push forward slightly and causing her to nearly stumble, though a leg quickly shoots out to support the new weight. Clearly, whoever has fallen on her didn't have the common sense to do the same, causing them to need to take her shoulder in support. Her eyes flicker towards her shoulder to see a pale hand that is quickly pulled away, although someone is jerking their hand away from a fire to prevent injury or something along those lines. Of course, the reasoning has more to do with pride, she presumes, given that all of the people here have given signs of aristocracy or servitude to the aristocracy. Lyanna's attention turns briefly towards the pretty young man who had briefly used her shoulder for support, remembering him as the one whose identity is as of yet a mystery to her. His voice is gruff as he apologizes and turns his attention away, but Lyanna remains irritated by the clumsiness that he has displayed. Honestly, can't they get used to these new bodies already? she muses, clearly impatience with those who are still adjusting to their new physiology.

Her eyes are then caught by one of the redhaired girls, who seems to be taking a moment to observe her. Immediately, Lyanna shifts her expression to one that betrays nothing, in order to fit her current plan of keeping her identity a mystery. She gives the girl a level stare, eyes unwavering, before turning her attention elsewhere, deciding that prolonged interaction is something to be saved for later. As of now, she would prefer to discern the identities of the remaining members of the party. Of course, that red head is among those whose identities remain unknown, but she doesn't seem much of a threat. After all, Lyanna still regards her as an impulsive little fool, if a pretty one, and therefore harmless until a more intelligent person has her under their thumb. Naturally, she entertains the concept of being that person, but given that everyone appears to have a person close to them nearby, she will put a hold on that until figuring out the personality of the one to whom she is connected. Is it the clumsy pretty boy? The silent girl? Only time will tell. Well, that's a saying that those who don't have observational skills as keen as hers might use, anyway. Perhaps there is a sliver of accuracy in it, though behavior is far more telling than time.

"Interesting company?" Lyanna murmurs in response to the pretty boy's idle comments, seeing no harm in saying those two words. Her death had been one of complete peace and nothingness- a cross between hell and heaven, as far as she was concerned. Of course, Lyanna had been the non religious leader of a very religious country, and thus knows of religion in only a very detached way. The idea of someone having complete control over her, and there being nothing she could do about it, properly scared her away from life as a religious fanatic. That, and a father who was very religious and locked her in the dungeon as a hobby. Not that this is particularly important, other than causing her to believe that the death she was allotted was one that all experience. After all, wouldn't she otherwise be sentenced to some variation of hell? In her life, she murdered, lusted, lied, betrayed, stole, and all of the other things generally frowned upon by most religions. Being given peace seems to disprove the idea of any sort of higher being, unless that higher being is highly unprejudiced.

She watches as King Hayden weaves to the front and engages the woman with the bun in some sort of conversation. Hopefully he learns nothing of importance, Lyanna decides to herself as they enter into a new building of sorts, decorated in stark whites and other pale colors. It makes her feel like she is back in that dreadfully cold place where she had woken up only hours ago, beneath bright lights and the sharp tools of strangers. The very thought breaks through her cool exterior and produces a chill to run down her spine. She watches as Hayden and his knight speak in hushed tones, her eyebrow raising at this immediate need for private conversation.

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Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Xander

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Emma Swann




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: Annabelle 'Ivy' Smithson Character Portrait: Garret

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Ivy watched Garret as he, again, stumbled for answers. She watched as he told her his interests, the look he had on his face. She could see he didn’t believe he was going to get purchased, that everything he said gave him less of a chance of getting a new home.

Oh, how he was wrong.

Ivy watched as her father almost gawked at the boy, having never seen a Doll that actually acted like Garret. Garret acted more human than Doll, more boy than toy- at least a few people saw them as toys. The simple thought made Ivy think of the story Pinocchio, the puppet that turned into a real boy. She had always loved that story.

"And I.... I hid things in the rip on the underside of Aunt Kelley's really ugly couch so that you wouldn't think I was a bad doll."Ivy had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing at ‘Aunt’ Kelley’s reaction; she seemed to react like when Mason told Mom he had shot the family dog on accident. Total shock and anger seemed to radiate off the woman as she began to take the things out of the couch. One of the photos landed at Ivy’s feet and she bent down to pick it up.
She looked at Garret as he apologized, but she simply shook her head. He had no reason to be apologizing. When she met the Doll’s gaze, the edges of her mouth turned up into a smile.

“Ivy, I think we should go.” Her father whispered lightly, nodding towards Kelley before he made his way to the door.

“Well, you should really pay before leaving.” Ivy said simply, “Stealing is illegal.”

Ivy liked this Doll; he certainly was different and didn’t do everything Kelley seemed to want. He wasn’t the most obedient Doll, he wasn’t perfect either. His flaws were very noticeable, something Ivy wanted in a friend, Doll or not.

“Ivy, I don’t think-“ Her father started but was cut off by a glare from Ivy.

“We’re not getting you a Doll, Dad.” She said, crossing her arms, “I thought we were getting me a Doll so I won’t be friendless anymore.” Ivy’s father opened his mouth to say something, but a defeated look crossed his face as his gaze shifted from the three people in the room, all seeming to plead for him to get Garret for his only daughter.

Her father heaved a loud sigh, grabbing his checkbook, “How much?”

Ivy’s face lit up as she looked over at Garret, “Get anything you want to bring with you.” She said, lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Don’t ask for anything else, alright?” Her father said, waiting for Kelley to give him an amount.

“Trust me; I don’t think I want anything else.” She replied simply, looking at Garret.

“There’s one thing I want you to do if I get you this Doll,” Her father said, looking at Ivy with a stern expression.

“Oh?”

“Heartland is throwing a ball in behalf of a girl suffering from cancer, I want you to go. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet some people you actually like.”Ivy’s face scrunched up in annoyance, she wasn’t much of a girl who liked parties, or parties where dresses are a must.


“Do I have to wear a dress…?”

“Yes, and he has to go as well.” Her father replied, pointing at Garret as he scribbled down the amount and handed the check to Kelley. Ivy shrugged, able to deal with a ball. She was just happy she was able to give the pretty, little Doll a new home.

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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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Character Portrait: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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α∂ιηα "α∂ι"

Image Adi seemed almost as if he was wandering aimlessly, though he knew his overly complicated path would eventually be leading him where he wanted to go. He simply didn't mind a few side-tracks, making his way down some of the hallways of different rooms - some filled, some otherwise unoccupied. The elevator wasn't going anywhere, at least, and it would be a while before his two wardens would be looking for him to get ready for that stupid Heartland Ball. Thus, he could take his time.

He tilted his head curiously, listening to the creek of one of the doors and a steady beat of someone making quick haste out of it. A scientist? Well, it had to be, certainly. There weren't a lot of dolls who were very interested in leaving their rooms. Not new ones anyway, or even a lot of the older ones. Well, perhaps he could simply leave it at the general statement; dolls didn't typically go roaming around. There wasn't a reason for most of them to. They got told to stay, so they stayed, it was as simple as that. Adi decided to ignore the noise, letting his head straighten and his gaze go back to wandering the hallway for something interesting enough that it was worth his time.

The more he thought about it, though, the more it was beginning to make him question his initial thought. The doors only seemed to creek when they were opened slowly; a sign of sneaking out, rather than a blatant leave from a room. He tried to think back to the first time he was stuck in the situation, waiting at Heartland to be picked up, but the fact of it all was, when he'd first woken up, it had been in the London outpost, and he'd only been there for two days while he was still getting control over his motor skills. Perhaps, had he been in the situation for longer, he would have been more inclined to explore outside of his room. So, in fact, it might have been a doll. It really was entirely possible.

He continued down the hall leisurely, trying not to care about it too much, as he still planned on making his way onto a different floor, and had no idea where the other doll would possibly be, or where he was headed. Nothing much to do about that situation.

As Adi approached an intersection however, he stopped short, watching as a much taller boy - a doll, to be exact, as Adi quickly noticed the emblem - round the corner all-too-haphazardly, and try to stop as quickly as he could so that he wouldn't bump into the much smaller boy. The doll seemed a bit surprised at first, but the expression quickly calmed down as he seemed to process that there was no threat.

Adina's eyes darted all over the taller Doll, only half paying attention while he was being spoken to, but hearing the words all the same. "I see you got out too." the boy had said. Words that didn't matter, Adi decided after listening to them. No need for any kind of response. After all, getting out was Adina's specialty. What had Evan called him again? Oh yes, the 'Doll-version of Indiana Jones.' Adi hadn't understood the reference that Evan was trying to convey, but Evan quickly explained that it more-or-less meant that Adi was just good at getting out of a bind. That was fine.

A small smile pulled at the corners of Adi's mouth, as he took note of the boy's lack of trousers. How silly he looked, wandering around without anything to cover up his undergarments. The second time the boy opened his mouth, Adi decided to pick up his gaze and look directly at him, giving some steady eye contact to show that he was paying attention.

"They call me Issac. Who are you?"

An introduction. Adi supposed this needed a verbal response, since there would be no one coming around the corner to answer the question for him, and a simple yes or no could not be administered. It would be fine. After all, it was only polite to introduce oneself, especially to another Doll, who couldn't simply look up the information. This was a question that Adi didn't typically answer for scientists.

Adina let the question hang in the air for a moment, studying the boy's facial expression and features. "Perfection" was to be expected, and this guy was no exception. This got him thinking about himself though, and what the other boy's reaction was. Surely Isaac was having a little confusion on male vs female, and possibly even had chosen female as the pronoun for use, but there was another thing; Isaac seemed very new. His fumble, though slight, was noticeable, and an older doll would have probably thought twice before running around in their undergarments. The point of how new he was, was simply that Adi began to wonder what the new Doll's reaction was to seeing not only another doll, but one that was so obviously damaged.

"My name is Adina," Adi finally answered in that English accent of his, giving a polite, if not somewhat amused smile at Isaac. "But everyone calls me Adi."

Adi's eyes wandered back to the other boy's bare legs, flexing his smile a little wider, and tilting his head over to one side. What exactly was the explanation for something like that, he wondered. Perhaps the other boy had refused or something? But what an odd thing to refuse, and such an odd person to be refusing anything, what with being a Doll and everything. How intriguing.

Smile turning into a grin, Adi looked back up to the boy's face.

"I see London, I see France," He began, giving a light sing-song tone to his voice, as much as he could with an almost expressionless voice. "I see Isaac's underpants."

The statement was among one of the many he'd learned from his time around other people. He didn't quite understand it at the time, as when it had been heard by him originally, he'd know that his master couldn't possibly be seeing France all the way from London in the first place, and his further misunderstanding of the statement had been shown when he'd tried to use it, and used the same exact name that his owner had used when saying it to a completely different person. He'd later explained that the subject of the rhyme would change depending on whose undergarments you were seeing, and that seeing London and France was used just to make the statement sound humorous... or something. Verbal communication was always so confusing. Either way, Adi was confident that he'd used the statement correctly.

After another small moment, Adi put his hand out to the boy, specifically his right hand, and he placed it out palm-up, the same palm which held a thick white line across it, where the scar had completely healed, but still had a bit of a ghost left on the skin. It was one of the marks that everyone was confident would be completely gone in a matter of months. The gesture was not one in which he offered to shake hands or anything, but in fact was offering for the other Doll to take it and follow him. After a small moment though, it occurred to Adi that the other Doll probably wouldn't understand, so, leaving his hand out, he offered a statement in a verbal fashion.

"I'm going down to the courtyard out in the back of the building." His statement was plain and simple, to the point, but not to the point enough. He needed a few more words, and he had to put in the appropriate amount of effort to find the right ones. "Would you like to come?"

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Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: 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: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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That doll was about the same height as Melody, a little bit taller, actually, Isaac decided as he looked down at the face of the other. If he'd registered the other's time-healed wounds at all, he certainly didn't understand the meaning of them. As it was, the chief thought in his mind was about meeting a new person. Another doll, at that. For a moment he wondered if this doll could answer the questions that the scientists refused to provide insight on. He was slightly discomforted by the way the other was silently looking at him. He shifted on his feet as he waiting for an answer, if one was going to come, and propped his foot up on the ground, curling his toes against the floor. It was quite apparent that the other had noticed his state of dress, and Isaac could only hope that it would not be mentioned. He didn't know quite how he'd explain that one.

The response he'd been waiting for, those moments had drawn out into long minutes in his mind, was very polite in coming in a voice that sounded quite detached. And the accent was different than any he'd heard before. England, his brain informed him in it's helpful way. It was still strange that his mind knew things his consciousness did not, as if it was an entity separate from his mind itself. Another thing the lad noticed was that the voice was decidedly not female. At least, not like any female voice he'd heard. Actually, he really wasn't very sure as to what gender this doll was. Perhaps there was a third category of sexuality that he'd not yet learned about.

Isaac was drawn from his puzzling over this curious new matter by Adina. Or Adi, if he wanted to be everyone. He didn't quite register what his talking partner had said at first, just the grin across those confusing features. He did catch the very last part in full clarity, which made a faint flush tinge his face. While the former half of the little singsong sentence was still extraordinarily confusing, Isaac was more concerned with resisting the urge to pull his hoodie down to his knees in embarrassment. He didn't like that emotion. He'd ask Melody about it later, if she was a decent mood when she found him.

"It's a long story," He merely said instead, hooking his foot behind his other ankle and clasping his hands behind him. To swallow the redness in his cheeks he smiled, matching the other's expression. He refused to feel this embarrassment emotion. Keeping his composure apparently worked, because the longer he didn't fold to the temptation to act shyly the less the emotion tugged at his gut. He reached up absentmindedly, untangling his fingers, and touched the emblem stamped into his throat. there was a similar one on the other doll's throat, Mel told him that it was the way to identify a doll from a human. The other doll's emblem looked strange though, as if it had a crack running through it. Or something. He couldn't really tell what it was. Just that it was among the other small things that made this questionably-gendered doll just a tiny bit offsetting in his mind. Like something wasn't quite right. But Isaac hadn't met another doll before, he didn't know if they could look like that or not.

The outstretched hand made him jump, so engrossed in his thoughts as he was. The had had a pale streak, perfectly formed, across the palm. Isaac stared at the hand for a moment, uncomprehending. He looked up confusedly into the brown eyes of the other, noting that they were a lighter shade of his own hue distractedly. Before he could open his mouth to inquire about the gesture the other elaborated without prompting in that deliberate voice of his. Going somewhere. So why did he have his hand out? It took a moment for understanding to dawn across Isaac's face. Oh, he needed to take the hand so the other could guide him where they were going. "Yes, I'd like that." He said with a polite smile, still eying the hand.

Hesitantly he lifted his hand from his throat and moved it over to the outstretched one. Before he took the hand, however, he was compelled to draw his thumb across the white streak of skin. It didn't feel much different than the rest of the skin, actually. Then he looked at his own hand, where the skin was perfectly silky. His lips were slightly parted in a thinking expression as he slid his hand against the palm of the shorter doll his fingers knowing what to do instinctively. With his other hand he tugged his hoodie down to make a small attempt to cover himself. He stared with intensity at the other doll biting his lip as he continued examining the visual clues he was given, from the scar on the doll's forehead to the femininely curved cheek.

All of a sudden his processing core clicked, placing all the elements in the right spots, and a thousand and one questions flooded his mind. One at a time though, he knew. That was the best way to go about these things. Especially since this doll seemed very slow and deliberate with every word. Very unlike Isaac. "You are confusing me...Adi," He tested the name in his mouth, pausing for a moment before speaking it as if chewing on the letters, "Your appearance tells me you should be female, but your voice sounds male." He was very good at differentiating voices, it was one of the first things he'd done upon waking, as it had taken well over thirty minutes for him to figure out how to open his eyes. "I don't understand." He tipped his head to one side, the intense look on his face matched by the tone of his voice. His curiosity was a burning thing, and he'd just formulated many questions to ask, the first being the least of the ones present in his mind. Of course, Isaac had learned to start with the simpler things, because a potentially touchy question right off the start might cause the other to shut down, and Isaac wanted as many answers as he could get before he hit a wall, as always. And he wanted as many questions as he could get before Melody and her guard friends found him.

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Character Portrait: Annabelle 'Ivy' Smithson Character Portrait: Garret

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Image Garret tilted his head at the blue-haired girl, confused at the expression she held. She was... Smiling. Though, he couldn't quite be sure why. He'd blown it, hadn't he? Aunt Kelley was going to hit him for this, maybe even shove him outside, and drop him off to be decommissioned at Heartland as soon as she got the chance. Garret supposed that he'd just accepted his lack of usefulness, but the girl's expression was beginning to draw questions.

“Ivy, I think we should go.” The girl's father whispered. The statement made perfect sense to Garret, seeing as Aunt Kelley was more than likely about to do something quite harsh for punishment. He could already see the woman's face growing redder than her hair in frustration at Garret. He found himself quite shocked, perhaps the most shocked, at Miss Ivy's reply to her father.

“Well, you should really pay before leaving.” She said. “Stealing is illegal.”

Garret's eyes widened, able to bring himself to do nothing but stare with his lips parted, absolutely dumbfounded. She.... She wanted to buy him? She really did? Even though.... even though he wasn't perfect like all those other dolls. He was in utter shock, unsure of even what to do with himself. Should he say something? Do something? Thank her? Run around? It was all so overwhelming and all at once. He hadn't even thought he'd really get purchased after all, after having so many people saying no.

“We’re not getting you a Doll, Dad.” She said, crossing her arms, “I thought we were getting me a Doll so I won’t be friendless anymore.”

The corners of Garret's mouth twitched upward slightly, and his whole expression seemed to brighten. Ivy's father turned and pulled his checkbook, beginning to discuss price with Aunt Kelley. Garret could see that Kelley was still fuming, almost wanting to refuse the offer so that she could beat the crap out of Garret herself, and the fact alone that he'd be getting away from her punishment was enough to let that ghost of a smile turn into a real one. He was about to have a new owner, although he still wasn't quite sure what it would entail exactly. What would she want from him? Certainly the situation would be nothing like the one he'd been in before, what with "real" Garret's mother treating him just like he was her son. But at the very least, he'd be able to figure it out as he went along. It would be alright.

“Get anything you want to bring with you.” Ivy said, seeming almost as excited as Garret was.

Unsure of what to say in response, and unable to get any words out anyway, he just nodded quickly and enthusiastically, half listening as Kelley shared her price and Miss Ivy's father was scrawling down the information on the check while he went off and was saying something about Ivy not asking for anything else for a while. Most of the exchange really didn't seem like it would pertain to Garret, but he stayed anyway, wanting to wait a few moments for a lapse in which he could run upstairs and stuff a few odds and ends into a backpack. Though, it wasn't long before he was hearing something that pertained to him, and had to backtrack in the conversation to understand what was being said.

“Yes, and he has to go as well.”

What... what had been said before that? Miss Ivy had said something about having to wear a dress... Now... What were they talking about? He backtracked a little farther before realizing the answer. Oh! That was right, they'd mentioned Heartland's Ball. They... they would be attending? It came as another surprise, though he supposed it shouldn't have. It was typical for the buyers of dolls to be pretty loaded when it came to cash, and Garret wasn't sure what exactly he'd been expecting. His old owner had scraped together all the money she had saved for him, after all. He wondered what those events were going to be like, but decided the thought could also wait for later, as he still hadn't moved from his place, and he'd be holding up his new owner if he didn't move quickly.

"O-oh! I'll be right back, please just wait a moment, I won't take long!" He exclaimed, dashing from the room and running to the stairway.

When he reached the small room which acted as his over the past year at Kelley's place. It had really just been a simple guest room, but after the year, it had become strewn with Garret's little odds and ends. He didn't know what to stuff his bag with, really. Most of his things were taken from him when his old owner had passed away, not allowing him anything aside from clothes and things, so he decided that clothes might as well comprise most of his bag. When it was stuffed to the brim, he stuffed a copy of the Grimm Fairy tails into the bag as well. It was one of those special addition books that you could get for about twenty bucks in the store, and he'd had three books like that, but he'd lost the other two. At the very least, the one still remained.

Garret hefted his bag over his shoulder and slipped his sneakers on his feet, not bothering to tie them on, and hurrying back down the stairs to rush back into the living room. He gave a grateful smile at Ivy when he came in, making a note to himself that he should surely thank her, before making his way hesitantly and shyly over to Aunt Kelley. She still held a bitter look at him, and it made him even more hesitant to reach for the things that she'd tossed on the coffee table, reaching out for the notebook and the photographs, as those were the only things he knew he couldn't really replace.

Before they were in his grasp, however, Kelley snatched them up herself, folding the thin notebook in half and tearing the photographs in half and tossing both to the pile of wood and burnable garbage she kept next to the fireplace. Biting his lip and feeling some pain in a deep part of his gut, he simply backed off, finding a little bit of sanctuary in the space closest to Ivy.

"When he doesn't work out," Kelley said, adding in a little closure to be sure that they knew she wouldn't be taking any returns. "Just bring him back to Heartland. I doubt anyone else will want him, and you can't bring him back."

Maybe she won't want to get rid of me, Garret thought, as if the defiant thought were being said directly at his old captor. Had he been "real" Garret, he probably would have said it to her, but he wasn't quite as confident, he wasn't quite as outspoken. All he really could do was hope that it would end up working out.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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Image Adi tilted his head, observing with curiosity the other doll's reaction to the white scar on his palm, drawing his thumb across before bothering to take the hand that was offered. The look on Isaac's face was perhaps the most interesting; that curiosity about something he'd never seen before, and the concentration on something new. Adina liked both of those things. They were some of his favorite expressions. When the other doll had accepted, and his hand was securely intertwined with Adina's, Adi took off down the hall again, keeping a leisurely pace as he tugged Isaac along.

A glance back at Isaac proved equally as intriguing as any time that he looked at him, as he watched the boy tug down his hoodie a little bit more to try and cover up his undergarments awkwardly. The action made Adi smile a little more, simply out of his amusement. Perhaps he could stop by one of the clothing rooms and allow the boy to grab something to cover up? Though, he couldn't be sure the boy's watcher wouldn't be at any particular one, and so he decided to discard the idea. It didn't make too much of a difference, either way. There were few people that would be seeing them, anyway, until people began looking.

"You are confusing me...Adi," Isaac said all of a sudden.

Adina looked back at the other boy, confusion on his own face as to what it was that Isaac wanted to inquire upon. He didn't understand what might be confusing, as he'd tried to be as clear and concise in his words as possible.

"Your appearance tells me you should be female, but your voice sounds male." He continued.

Oh, Adi thought, smiling at the statement. It only made sense to see some confusion on that, after all, especially with Isaac being so new and all, and probably unfamiliar with the idea of androgyny. It was probably still confusing to a lot of people though, what with Adi's feminine clothing and thin frame. Still, he had to give the other Doll some credit for being able to detect the masculine tones in his voice, which not as many people could do, and still fumbled over for determination of gender. He tried to think of the best way to explain the situation, in which the boy would understand why there would be any confusion over gender in the first place.

"I suppose it's supposed to be confusing," Adi said finally, looking back at Isaac while he walked, and giving a kind smile. "I am male, but... I look very female with my face." He turned his head back, staring at the the path before him while he tried to find words to elaborate on this to make it more understandable. "I was made to look androgynous, so that it doesn't matter what gender people think that I am."

He gave another smile at Isaac, though this time he tried to make it a bit more apologetic, as he was unsure if the explanation would be sufficient for the other doll to understand. Shrugging, he decided to make a small afterthought to the statement, which was something that he didn't typically do, though he was beginning to believe he'd be making many exceptions for this doll, seeing as there would be difficulty otherwise, and the boy seemed as if he was hardly done from speaking. Adi decided it would be okay.

"All it means to me is that I can wear whatever clothes that I want. I can dress like a boy if I want or a girl if I want." He smiled again.

When his eyes reached the elevators, he tugged Isaac a little more swiftly until they reached it, and he slipped his hand out of Isaac's so that he could use it. He lifted up the hem of his tee-shirt dress on the side to pull the pass-key he'd "borrowed" from Brittany about a month ago from where he kept it held against his skin by the waist of his stockings. Brittany had assumed she'd dropped the card, though that had been far from the case. It was alright though, he kept the card well hidden, and Brittany had easily gotten a replacement. He didn't feel any guilt over it, and there were still places that Brittany's card couldn't get him to, anyway, and it didn't replace any of the keys, typically.

Swiping the card in the panel by the elevator, he rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for it to arrive, eyes back on the other boy again, and letting out a small sigh. This would be a long conversation, Adi was sure, though he wasn't quite sure if he minded or not. This was the most he'd spoken to a person since Darren had passed. He was so much more introverted, especially at Heartland, where he felt that most of the scientists could answer their questions themselves, rather than needing an answer outright. This doll... Surely he needed the answers. He could use them, at least, and he would feel disheartened if Adi went and outright refused to give them to him. Perhaps he could categorize it under needing to speak because there was no way for the boy to understand without words. But after the conversation was done, he doubted he would be giving any more words to the boy. Not that he would need to. This doll was lovely, perfect, and flawless. He'd be gone in no time, and Adi was almost sure that the same would not happen for him. It would take more time to find someone who would be willing to take a damaged doll.

"You have more questions," Adi stated plainly. He swallowed, picking up his hand and fingering the place where his neck indented and half of the Heartland emblem was disfigured while he searched for accurate words to say what he was planning to say. "I don't... I don't typically give this many words to people, but I will make an exception for you just this once." He gave another short pause, biting his lower lip. He was missing one more word, a word to inquire about the boy's comprehension of the statement. He didn't need it, no, but he wanted it to be there, as if it were a necessary part of the inquire. He looked back up at Isaac. "Understand?"

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Character Portrait: Hayden Valkyrie Character Portrait: Adrian Alistair Character Portrait: Lyanna Tarnish Character Portrait: Mika Taylor Character Portrait: Belton Reily Character Portrait: Jayson 'Jay' Miako Character Portrait: Kellan-Leigh Character Portrait: Jayden Anastos

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Good Lord, he'd not been this angry in a very, very long time.

In reality, he actually had no way of knowing how long it had been, exactly, since he'd been this angry. All he knew was, last time he had been, there'd been a flash of extreme pain bursting from his head, and then, well, the pain had been gone, and so had he. Needless to say, that was something he didn't want to happen again. Could it, though? Even if he'd wanted it too? He was in a different body (a very displeasing one at that- he was a king, not a boy). Was this some kind of god-given second chance?

If it was, he didn't want it.

He turned from his knight, crossed his arms, and glared at the floor. Hell, even the floor was pissing him off. It didn't look normal; it was covered in some kind of weird material that he was unfamiliar with, similar to just about every other damn thing he'd seen thus far. Why was everything so weird? Surely this was some circle of Hell, because this was most definitely a punishment of otherworldly proportions.

He looked up at the stout man, the one he wanted to repeatedly stab in the throat with a fork. What in the name of the almighty was that heinous attire he was wearing? He was obviously in Hell, so maybe this man was some sort of demon! Adrian's eyes widened through his scowl. What if he was Satan? Adrian blinked. This hellion looked nothing like he thought the devil would. And, if this were Hell, where was the pit of fire, and why wasn't he burning in it? What if it wasn't Hell after all? What if it was Limbo?

He continued to mentally ramble, and thus, he had pretty much no idea what was going on. At all. This was a strategy he'd come up with in life to keep from flipping out at times that even he felt were inappropriate. Granted, it only really worked on selective occasions, and, oddly enough, this was one of them. That really wasn't the result he had been expecting; as upset as he was, he'd have thought he would have been bashing heads by that point. But, he supposed, he'd never been in such a weak and, though he hated to realize, terrified state before, not even in life. Maybe it was only natural that his damned fear took precedence over his ever-present anger. For the first time in ages, he didn't know if he wanted to scream, cry, kill something, or curl up in a corner-

"If you'll come with me, this way, I'll have you situated in one of our 'houses'." Adrian's gaze snapped immediately to the odd female. His eyes widened as he got a better look at her. Sweet baby Jesus what the hell was she wearing? Adrian had never seen a more confusing outfit on someone who was supposed to be a female. Was she some sort of... foreign Lady of the Evening? Of course, not that he would know, but... erm... "It's not very far, and I'm sure most of you need to take a break from all the standing. The first twenty-four hours can be very draining."

As others began filing out of the room, Adrian felt terror spike in his gut. He had a horrible feeling about all of this, and it was getting worse with each passing moment. He looked around wildly for a second as a couple of burly musclemen hustled the stragglers from the room. He'd never been this upset before; he didn't think. But it wasn't just anger now. More and more was becoming fear, and he did not like that at all. Nevertheless, it was so, and, thoroughly intimidated by the large men, he shuffled along near the back of the group, it was more fright that kept him from going off on one of those musclemen than anything. He didn't want to get hurt, or die, or whatever, but, at the same time, he wanted to express how upset he was.

They couldn't have reached their destination soon enough. A door revealed a rather spacious room (although everything still looked quite odd). The strumpe- the lady said something- he was to busy containing himself to hear. But soon, she was gone, and the beautiful people were left to their own devices.

The first thing he did was reach out and touch a wall. It felt weird, as expected. What was it made of? Not stone. Not wood. Either way, he put pressure on this hand for a moment before withdrawing it completely. He began to feel sick in the chest then, and leaned his shoulder up against the wall, soon using the wall and the wall alone to keep him standing. The expression on his face was a mix of anger, nausea, fear, and sadness, and he kept himself from making any noises. They might've come out like sobs. 'Extremely upset' didn't cover how he felt.

He wanted out, and he wanted out bad.


I'd write for Sunny but I'm so exhausted please don't kill me kthxbai

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Character Portrait: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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Usually Isaac would be studying the walls, taking in every detail of the halls they were moving through, as if to remember him so he could cross them again. Though he'd not be here very much longer, if what the scientists said was true. The people, the humans would come to buy him and take him away to somewhere new. And if they didn't like him they'd take him back here. Thinking of that made Isaac wonder how long Adi had been 'alive'. Had this doll been to the outside world and back? Why had he (or she, Isaac really didn't know at this point) come back? Had his human not liked him? Had something bad happened to him? Were those marks on his body not part of his design but something else?But those were questions that would test his patience, because he'd already asked one question.

There was a faint smile on the other's face, a product of his question, most likely. The answer came after a pause, which Isaac was beginning to become acquainted with. Those silences were obviously a part of Adi's trait set. Isaac watched the other with rapt interest. His features were purposely confusing? What was the point of that? Androgyny. One of those chilling words that his mind knew even though he'd never learned it. There had been a lot of those at first, but not it was dwindling the more he utilized his vocabulary and spoke to people. He was glad to know what gender to think of this companion as though, he didn't like to assume things about people. It made him uncomfortable. His self-acknowledged ignorance made it impossible to avoid all assumptions though. perhaps it would become better with age.

Isaac received another smile from the other doll, one that appeared apologetic. Why was he sorry? Isaac tipped his head slightly to one side, puzzling over that curiosity as the other apparently summed more words to say. The continuation of the answer gave enlightenment to Isaac's unspoken question, in a sort of way. This other doll had a sort of freedom. He could wear what he liked because he was two things at once. Male and Female. He still didn't quite understand it, but it was an interesting concept. He could ask Melody about it later, but he knew his time now was limited, and he wanted to ask as many things as possible. Which meant cutting himself as efficient as possible. Something quite difficult for the young man, who liked to delve into every little question, every route, and spend as much time doing so as he possibly could. No time now to be thoughtful though. It wouldn't be too long until he was caught, would it. He'd have to come back before the ball, at least, to be dressed properly, if he wanted to get out into this place.

When Adi let go of his hand, Isaac slipped it into his hoodie's pocket, since he had no pants pockets to shove his fingers in. His legs were actually starting to get cold. It had been necessary to forgo the pants though, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get out. He'd have to deal with the draft. To distract himself he watched what Adi was doing. He had a card, and he was scanning it on the...elevator's scanner. Isaac took a step nearer to the panel, his eyes flicking over it curiously. He had no idea where this doll had gotten the card from, he didn't particularly care, but it was fascinating. It also told him that he wouldn't be able to escape on his own even if he wanted to, as he didn't have access. Oh well. Isaac was so interest with the elevator that he didn't notice Adi's eyes on him, nor the sigh.

When Adi spoke again Isaac looked around, his solemn face turning to the other doll's. He nodded at the first statement. Of course he had more questions. He had hundreds of questions, but he'd not ask all of them. Just a few, maybe. the important ones. The things the scientists couldn't...or wouldn't...tell him. He would learn things. He did not speak though, because the expression on the feminine doll's face looked as if there was more to be said on his side. The words made a small smile curve on Isaac's face. He was warmed by this. "I understand. Thank you, Adi." He said, dipping his head politely.

Then the doors of the elevator slid open, making a sound to alert them of it's presence. Isaac stared at it for a moment. He'd been on elevators before, when they were moving him to his room from the one he'd woken up in, and when they took him to check his body and make sure everything was functioning properly. But at this moment he was a bit frightened by the thing. Before he'd been mostly focused inwards, mostly on catching his bearings and trying to stay upright, but now he was was aware that he didn't know how this thing worked, which put him off ease. he swallowed, staring warily at the lift for a moment and allowing Adi to enter first, before hesitantly stepping inside. He moved to the far corner, leaning with his shoulders on the walls just before they connected in the corner itself. He shifted on his feet and looked at Adi, trying to take his mind off the elevator. They were going to the courtyard, hadn't he said? He'd be fine. It was okay.

"You don't sound like I do." he commented after a moment. "You aren't from here." he paused for a moment. "You are from...England?" He hazarded a guess at the word, as his brain knew it but not how to pronounce it. "How long have you been active? I've been active for three days, two hours." He continued to cover up the possible mispronunciation in the previous sentence. He did not ask the question he really wanted to know, which was 'What are you doing here?' but he figured he could ask that one next. He'd technically asked two questions, but he figured they were close enough that it would be fine. And he'd been a good doll so far, as Melody would say. Polite and not too obnoxious. Maybe if he told her he was utilizing his communication skills she wouldn't get too angry with him. She'd been stressing the need for him to be a good doll quite a bit in the last day, something he assumed had to do with being purchased by a human. Well, he could be good if he wanted to. Obedient enough. He had plenty of self control, see?

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Character Portrait: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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Image "I understand. Thank you, Adi." Isaac said, bowing his head just a bit in gratitude. Adina smiled back at the motion, before his head turned away, focusing on the elevator as the doors opened and familiar sound of its arrival went off. He dashed into it quickly, eager to be moving on to the other levels, rather than hang out in the hallway all day, but the other doll was a bit more hesitant, taking his time before entering and finding a nice safe place in the far corner.

Adi took a moment punch in a few of the buttons, finally ending with hitting the "G" button, for the ground floor. He'd pressed the others, simply because he liked to take a look at the other floors on the way down. He retreated then to the middle of the elevator, waiting while the doors slowly closed and giving over to Isaac with a tilt of his head. The other doll seemed a bit uncomfortable in the situation. Adi could only hope that his own comfortable nature would rub off on Isaac and make him more relaxed.

"You don't sound like I do." Isaac said, seeming to just want to continue on with the conversation, to keep it moving. Adi couldn't blame him, especially if he was uncomfortable. Sometimes it was best for people to talk and keep their minds off of it. "You aren't from here." There was a short pause, and had Isaac not seemed as if he were about to continue the thought himself, Adi would have given him the answer. "You are from...England? How long have you been active? I've been active for three days, two hours."

Adi let his gaze wander while he thought about the answer to the second question. He knew he could easily answer both at the same time, but he had to recall the time frame in which he'd been alive. It was longer than Isaac had been alive for, and therefor Adi knew there was no way he could get right down to the hour, let alone the day. He didn't like thinking about how long he'd been alive, since he knew it to be not very long at all, and the time he'd spent healing was a little longer than the time he'd actually had with his owner. And the time without his owner was just getting bigger and bigger. It was saddening.

"I awoke in the London headquarters of Heartland," Adi began, starting off with the explanation of his accent. "I lived with my owner in the city for..." he paused, chewing his lower lip while he thought about it. His gaze which had trailed the ceiling of the elevator was down at the ground now. "Two months. I've been here for three months." He paused again, and though it would seem as though he was simply adding the two terms together, he'd done that instantly and in actuality, his mind was simply back to wandering about the explanation behind his answer. He wasn't sure if it would be a detail that the other boy would want to know, and wasn't even sure if it was a detail that he really wanted to share, even if he had made this many exceptions for the boy already. "So I've been alive for five months. That isn't a lot of time, really."

Adi shrugged, not sure if he should bring any more information out about the subject, and deciding to move his focus onto the next activity. The elevator, that was right. He loved the elevator, especially when he was traveling downward, because jumping in the elevator was just so much fun! He knew it would be a better use of his mental activity to think about doing that rather than thinking about what had happened. He was supposed to move on from what happened, anyway, right? That's what they had told him to do anyway, so he figured that there just wasn't anything else he could do.

He gave a quick glance at the changing floor number, taking note of the amount of time he would have left, and promptly bent at the knees, waiting for it, waiting for it, and jumping! The speed of the elevator allowed for his jump to feel as if he was getting so much more air and for so much longer, until he hit down on the floor again with a thud. He instantly smiled in result, giving a glance back at Isaac after a moment. Instantly, though, he remembered Isaac's hesitation with the elevator, and averted his gaze, wondering if perhaps the action might make the other doll more nervous. He decided that if he was going to continue, he wouldn't bother Isaac about it too much, just in case.

He bent at the knees again, preparing himself as if the action were far more important than it really was. He bit his lip, trying to think of things that he could say to continue the conversation onward for the sake of the other dolls. What had he said again? Perhaps he could clarify something. The transition perhaps? He certainly didn't want the other boy to assume that he'd been such a bad doll that he'd been returned all the way back to america.

"There was an accident," He began, the statement coming all-too-bluntly. He jumped again, and couldn't help but smile despite the words he knew were coming out of his mouth. He promised himself he'd be vague with details about what happened. He didn't want to scare the other doll, certainly, and the idea of a car crash was certainly frightening. Adi still wasn't quite sure what he was going to do if he got a new owner. There would be a car-ride involved at some point, wouldn't there? He would have shuddered, but instead he decided to jump again. "I got very injured, so I was sent here to recover. London doesn't have as many resources for that kind of thing."

He looked back at Isaac, shrugging and trying to make it look like the injuries weren't really a big deal. Perhaps it would be believable? He wasn't entirely sure, since the boy had proven decently clever, but Adi could still hope.

His head twisted towards the doors as they slid open on one of the random floors he'd selected, and he poked his head out quickly, looking from side to side around the hallway before spotting a scientist and ducking back into the elevator, quickly pressing the "doors close" button and watching the scenery disappear behind the doors. He turned his face toward Isaac once again, giving a great big smile and trying to make sure that the mood would stay lighthearted. He tried to think of words to say. Something along the lines of 'isn't this fun' or 'are you having fun' but neither sentence would come, and he was having difficulty forming a better one in his head. Gosh, he hated words. He tried to think of a way he could physically show the boy what he wanted to say, but that would be too hard to understand.

He opened his mouth, hoping that perhaps the words would simply come out if he let them, but after a second of soundlessness, he clamped his mouth shut and shyly covered his face in his hands. Oh, no, he thought. I can't think of anything else! Contrary to silence, however, he let out a small, stretched out moan from his throat, frustrated at his inability. Perhaps the other boy would start things up again. That was all he needed, a little more prompting and perhaps he could think of something. He split his fingers, peering through them with pleading brown eyes at the taller boy, hoping for the next question to move on from the awkward moment.

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Character Portrait: Wyatt Roswell Character Portrait: Sunny

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"I'm Wyatt," he said, and Sunny full-on grinned. Wyatt. What a nice name. Sunny decided happily that she liked that name. Wyatt Roswell. Wyatt, she repeated the name in her mind once more. Sounded like "Why-it?" "Why it" what? she asked in her head, and giggled again. What a name. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She almost gasped with happiness. He was so polite! Gosh, she was excited. It had been at least four months since her last owner, and this one was starting to look better than what she'd hoped for.

He waved his phone by her neck, and she almost jumped with surprise. Then, he started doing something on it, and Sunny started burning with curiosity. What was he doing on it? She was very tempted to peek, but she didn't want to upset him. He seemed real nice. Nicer than some of her other owners had been, in any case, and that in itself was enough to excite her. Not that she needed any more extra excitement, of course. As he did his little phone-thingey, Sunny contemplated (or came as close as she could to contemplating) saying something again, but he looked busy, and she knew (...sort of) from past experience that when people were busy, they generally didn't want to be bothered. That didn't stop her from looking around the large lobby like a small child and having a little conversation with herself in her head. I wonder what his house looks like. I wonder if he has any pets. A fish, maybe? Oh, I hope it's a colorful fish! They shine so prettily! Ohmygosh what if he has a cat? That would be AMAZING~! Oh, I wouldn't mind a dog, either. Not one of those giant, scary ones. A little one. A little furry one. Gah! Adoraaaaable! That's too much cute for just one little animal! What if he has a lot of them? Puppies and kitties everywhere! Yay!

"Alright," her fifth- Wyatt drew her attention back to him as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. "I guess its time to go. Come on, Sunny, and be quick about it or I'll make you walk back to my apartment." With that, he turned and briskly started away, in the direction of the doors. "'Kay!" she called after him, not sure if he'd heard or not. She quickly turned to Mr. Glasses, and gave a daintily peppy wave of goodbye. "Bye Mr. Glasses! See you soon!" He smirked weirdly, but Sunny didn't have time to analyze. She had not seen the irony in her parting words.

She skipped along to catch up to her new owner, whom she'd almost lost due to her farewell to Mr. Glasses. Once she was within comfortable range of Wyatt (God she adored that name), well, she kept up her pace, which was slightly faster than his. She had to remind herself a few times that she didn't know where they were going, and that he was the one who did, so she needed to stay behind him. Yeah, Sunny had to remind herself of these things frequently. Not that she minded.

Sunny giggled when he opened the passenger door on his car for her. Again, he was so polite! Gosh, so polite! Once they were inside, he spoke to her again. "We're just making one quick stop," said Wyatt, and Sunny immediately jerked her gaze over to him from where it had been situated on the little buttons that rolled up and down the window. "Just a stop at the tailor's, since my pain-in-the-ass for a father apparently bought me suit that I don't need, too." He pressed some buttons on a computer... thingy... located on the dashboard, and a song started playing. Sunny's smile shrank a fraction. Her Third had been a fan of this particular band. He hadn't been as polite, but that wasn't supposed to matter anymore. The car began moving, and Sunny hastily moved to fasten her seat belt.

"It'll take maybe an hour, at the most." An hour? That's not a quick stop... Aw... "Then we'll head back to my apartment, and I'll give you some instructions on what to do." Yay! I hope he as a cat... "The tailor I'm going to is right in-store, and there's a dress section, so if you're good and quiet, I'll let you pick out whatever you want, got it?" Sunny's eyes widened greatly, and she blinked a flurry of blinks in her surprise. Rea- "But only if you're good."

Sunny pursed her lips to keep from squealing in happiness. Quickly, she turned her head away, and looked out the window instead, trying to pay attention to the scenery in an attempt to curb her excitement. She was not messing this up. No way, no how. The stakes were high. So very high. Even the slightest of mistakes, the puniest of slip-ups could put her goal in serious, serious jeopardy-

"Do you like cats?!?" The question just... happened. Before she could stop it. Sunny kept her face to the window, facing away from Wyatt, and bit her lip, thoughts immediately starting to flutter through her mind, chastising her for her mistake. AW LOOK WHAT YOU DID THAT QUESTION WAS RIDICULOUS WHO DOESN'T LOVE CATS AND NOW HE'S GONNA THINK YOU'RE STUPID AND YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET THE DRE-E-ESSS GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. Oh. Excuse me. Her teeth bit harder into her lip, ashamed at her mental profanity. Out. Of. Line. She sighed softly, and slouched her shoulders (something she'd been told explicitly NOT to do). Sometimes, Sunny really wished she was different. This was one of those times.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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Isaac eyed Adi as the other pressed the buttons on the panel at the inside of the elevator. He did not ask any of the questions he wished to about the contraption, however, as he was already waiting on some answers. He kept himself focused on the other doll to prevent any nervousness from showing through. To keep it down and hidden in the depths of his stomach. He could feel the elevator moving under his feet, almost as if he was hyper aware of his slow fall down the elevator shaft. But he was fine. Adi was completely calm, so he shouldn't get himself all tied up in knots. So he waited patiently, clear brown eyes focused intensely on the other. He could keep himself together. Not that there was much of himself to keep together anyway. Talking to this doll made him wonder if he was missing something. Adi seemed so much...more. Maybe it was from being out in the real world. Maybe he would be that way someday as well. More alive, more conscious, more...human. He still felt the grating of his programming on his mind, which was supposed to tell him that he wasn't a machine, that he was a living entity. He couldn't tell if it was just his paranoid imagination or not though. it was quite confusing.

The words,spoken in that curious accent, drew him from his troubled thoughts. London. He'd spoken of his owner. So he had been in the outside world. Two months seemed like a long time. He'd only been alive for three days,even though those days felt like ages. And then three more months! Five months. Times thirty days a piece. That was one hundred and fifty days. About. Give or take a few. Wow. A very long time indeed. Not as long as a year though. But still a hefty chunk of time. The next thing the doll said was the complete opposite of his amazed thoughts, however. Not a lot of time? Well, whatever he wanted to think then.

Why had Adi been sent all the way to America? That was a bit odd. And why had he been here for longer than he'd been with his human? He was again distracted from his thoughts by Adi, who had just jumped up into the air. It appeared that the other hung there for a full moment before landing again. Isaac was secretly in awe. Externally he looked mildly interested but completely focused on the other doll. A smile was flashed very briefly in his direction, which set Isaac at ease. Adi was at ease, he could be at ease as well.

Another sentence emerged as Adi jumped. An accident? Isaac tipped his head as his mind connected dots. The scars. The scars were from the accident. They weren't normal. His mouth formed a small o as he began to understand. An accident. That was why he was back here. Had his owner...? Isaac didn't want to think about that. Instead he continued to listen. There was an off-handed shrug, as if everything wasn't a big deal, and Isaac decided to leave it alone. It was one thing learning about things, it was another thing to pry. Adi had been very forthcoming with him so far anyway. He had nothign to complain about. He frowned deeply for a moment, his expression saddening briefly, but then he relaxed again as the doors slid open.

Adi looked out the door, withdrew quickly, and slid the doors shut with a touch of a button. Then there was another big grin. He edged a bit closer to the other, out of the corner a little. Adi had opened his mouth and now he was closing it again. No words to say in there, apparently. The male covered his face, and Isaac watched as a soft moan emanated from the other's throat. He edged a little bit closer again as the other peered through his fingers to look at him with a limpid eye.

It looked like a good time to change the topic a little bit. "What's it like. Out in the world?" he asked slowly. "Does it make you feel...alive?" He hesitated for a moment, an anxious look on his face, "...real?" He'd taken his hands out of his hoodie pocket and was now playing with them unconsciously, obviously the forming of a nervous habit. He wanted to know the answer, but at the same time, what if it wasn't what he wanted? Or what if Adi didn't understand what he was asking? What if he was just strange. Different. An anomaly.His mind jumped to the worst case scenario right off the bat, forgetting that he had only met one other doll over the duration of his life, so he didn't have much to compare himself with. But his curiosity was burning, and there wasn't much he could do to sate it but ask his questions and hope for answers.

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Character Portrait: Wyatt Roswell Character Portrait: Sunny

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Image Wyatt stayed quiet, trying his hardest to focus on the road, rather than letting his eyes slip over every once in a while to look at the little blonde doll in his passenger seat. Unfortunately, he couldn't help himself. She seemed like she was just so... so... stereotypical. Giddy and pleasant and cute and sweet. Eager to please. All the things that Wyatt couldn't stand in other people. Though, he tried to rationalize, she wasn't quite like other people, either way. Certainly she wasn't doing it for her own benefit, or to make herself look good; that was just the way she was, the way she was programmed. Other people did kind things for praise, they did it so that their actions would be recognized, they did it because even though they were satisfying another person, it was of their own selfishness, and desire for the glory that would come alongside the good. Wyatt hated that.

But surely, there was no glory in being a doll and doing as your told. That was the job of a doll, to hear jump and say how high, and get nothing in return. They couldn't ask for anything in return, and even when they got something, it was a bit of a shock to them. Wyatt sighed, not quite sure what to think about the whole thing. Hate it or love it, he just wasn't sure. Did the dolls feel anything when they were discouraged? When they were praised? Perhaps they were as selfish as any human, he wasn't sure he could say. That was alright, though, he decided. He didn't have to like dolls, he just had to put up with the one, and at least she seemed at least a little more like she had a personality than his father's dolls, who almost seemed to act as if they were completely empty; no expressions, on speaking. They just nodded and did what they were told to do. The worst were the twin dolls; those just freaked Wyatt out, honestly.

"Do you like cats?!?"

Wyatt's eyes widened as his focus drifted over to the girl for just a moment, before quickly darting back onto the road. That question surely came out of nowhere, and he had found himself hardly prepared it. Sunny had managed to stay quiet this entire time, and he had almost thought it was going to stay that way, what with the girl's focus out the window as of the moment. Even as the question happened, her gaze remained away from him.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to regain his calm after the surprise and focus on what she'd asked him. Did he like... Cats? 'Of course' would have been the correct answer, but he was fully aware that it wasn't going to be the coolest answer, and he still wasn't sure he could trust the little doll with his little softhearted secrets. What if she was a blabber-mouth, too? He couldn't have her going around telling people that he loved cute little animals. That would almost be worse than his father finding out that he donated over twenty thousand dollars last week anonymously. No, he had to keep up his image as a spoiled-rotten asshat who did nothing but cause trouble. That would be the safest move. And yet, he couldn't say the opposite, seeing how he not only had a cat, but spoiled that cat with more than the cat even appreciated. Iago lived a pretty good life.

"Well," He began, trying to state his answer without really giving an answer. "I hope you like cats. 'Cause I've got one. His name is Iago, and most of your duties are going to be taking care of him for me. He's a big orange cat, and he tends to like cute girls, so I'm sure you'll get along with him."

Wyatt shrugged, glancing back over at her and raising his brows at the slump in her shoulders. That wasn't something he'd ever seen his father's dolls do, but then again, he ignored them all the time. The zero personality bothered him way too much.

Putting his eyes back to the road, he spotted the Tailor's shop on the corner, and promptly pulled through the traffic and down the narrow alley which lead to the parking in the back of the building. At least the place had parking, after all. He couldn't have handled the idea of that car getting scratched by another from being parked on the side of the road. His reason for hating the idea, however, was not because he cared for the vehicle at all, but only because the minute his father found out, he'd be getting a brand new one, and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Alright, let's go in," He stated, lifting up the door and sliding out of the car. "I'm getting fitted for the suit, so that's going to be kind of boring. You can go look through the dress section while that's going on."

Shutting the door, and hardly expecting any hesitation from the girl to follow him in, he made his way back around through the alley towards the front, meeting the familiar chyme of the bells on the front door as he and Sunny passed through. The owner's doll, a young man with slicked black hair and crimson eyes, sporting a sharp tuxedo, gave a sweet, slim smile as they entered.

"Hello!" He greeted, as he was trained to do. It was common for many establishment owners to use dolls in their stores for simple work, especially if the owners were getting older and needed more help. Employees costed money constantly, but perhaps in ten more years, plus the six that dolls had already been out, the doll would have paid for itself in work, though Wyatt just couldn't see the benefit in that. "Welcome to Lucas Formal and Tailoring! My name is Duncan! Mr. Lucas will be right with you in a moment, is there anything that I can assist you with?"

Wyatt pocketed his hands. He had half expected the tall doll to continue on like one of those automated phone answering machines; 'For Tailoring, press 1!' It was like talking to a machine, and Wyatt had to keep himself from frowning. Not that he'd held a smile all day, of course, but he had to be sure that his bored, unhappy expression didn't get even more offensive. "I've got an order under Roswell that my father purchased. I'm here to have it tailored, too."

Duncan nodded, placing some folded button-up shirts down on the front counter before punching in a few things into the computer with one hand. R-O-S-W-E-L-L. Wyatt couldn't help but note how fast the doll's spindly fingers moved on that keyboard, and looked back over at Sunny. Dolls were supposed to have specific areas where they were better or worse, weren't they? Or maybe it was just specialty dolls, he wasn't sure. He'd have to ask her about it later.

"Okay, I've found it!" Duncan said finally, smiling again. "If you'll please come with me, sir, I will grab that for you."

Wyatt nodded, before looking back over to Sunny. "The dresses are over there-" He point a quick finger towards the section for ladies. "You can go ahead and look around for something you like. I'll try to make sure this doesn't take too long."

With that, he turned and followed the other doll, hands back down in his pockets leisurely. Duncan fetched the suit from the back and handed it over, directing him to the little rooms where you could change, so that Mr. Lucas could get an idea for where he needed to hem it and tuck it. By the time Wyatt was dressed and out of the room, Mr. Lucas was there, grey-haired and wearing a nice suit, and Duncan had gotten back to whatever the hell he had been doing before they had arrived.

"Not too bad a fit in the shoulders, mhmm," the old man muttered to himself as he inspected the fit closely. "Need a little taken off the waist, mhmm. Two inches off the length, so short, mhmm." He took a step back, grabbing a pin cushion and nodding. "Yes, I think we can have you out of here with the suit in an hour."

"Good," Wyatt replied, pouting slightly and with a little more edge in his voice after clearly hearing the word "short" uttered, as he took a look at his phone. "I'm cutting it very with time, here, so I might not be able to stop home before that stupid ball."

"Well, at least you won't be late. And if you are, it will be fashionably." The man gave a light chuckle, though Wyatt only scowled at the comment.

"Right..." He watched as the man quickly got to work, and even before the man had started he'd been feeling impatient. Standing there was bad enough, and he surely didn't want to spend any more time than he already was in here. Honestly, he didn't care if he was late to the stupid party - he hated parties, there were just too many people there - but 'stickler for time' always made sure to enforce the idea of Wyatt's public personality. Kindness was a privilege for only a few.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Character Portrait: Adina "Adi"

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Image "What's it like. Out in the world?" The other boy asked. Adina dropped his hands from his face, glad that the boy had gotten the message that he needed things to keep moving. Still, the new question was peculiar. Expected, but vague, and Adi had trouble thinking of the best and quickest way to answer that would be understandable from the boy's point of view.

"Does it make you feel...alive?" He continued. He gave a short, anxious hesitation, before adding another part to the question. "...real?"

Adina found himself simply staring at Isaac for a moment, captivated by the boy's nervousness and anxiousness. Even if the question was difficult, the other doll wanted it so badly, he needed it. Adina bit his lip. Surely he could not discuss the pains that went alongside the outside world, and he certainly couldn't discus many of his own experiences. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to say at all. Who could say what the boy's experience would be on the outside of Heartland's walls? Adi didn't even know what his own fate would be if someone decided that they would take pity on him and give him a home. He'd only been with one owner, and every person was completely different.

"This is... a difficult question to answer," Adina said finally, wanting to avoid a pause that was even longer than all of his others combined. He licked his lips, seeming to delve into thoughts on the subject, piled with thoughts on how it should be phrased. The doors of the elevator opened to the ground floor before he was even done thinking about the first sentence, and he quickly looped his arm around Isaac's to lead the other doll out into the hallway towards the direction of the back door. He sighed, shaking his head as he walked.

"I am afraid that the difference between being 'alive' and 'not alive' is so much more like black and white to me, now," He said, and a tinge of melancholy could almost be detected in that distant voice of his. Still, he avoided the word 'dead,' as he wasn't sure how the other doll would react to the idea of being dead, and simply saying 'not alive' sounded much softer. "Every morning that you still wake to find yourself moving and thinking and breathing; that is being alive. And likewise, the other is the opposite; to never move or breath or think again. What you imply is that being alive is so much more, and what you are looking to hear is that the outside world will give you some kind of new feeling..." He paused again, licking his lips and staring into space as he traversed the hallway. As the sound of something falling sounded in the distance, he found himself jumping, and looking every which way to be sure that no one else was around, before sighing and trying to relax again.

"I know that life outside is very different from what is here," Adina continued, pulling his arm out from where it was linked with Isaac's to use the pass key again on the door they had come to. When he pushed through it, a blast of soft breeze pushed a few stray strands which had fallen from his bun away from his face, and he took a deep breath in of the outside air. The courtyard was very simple, walled in by a high fence and surrounded by other buildings. The ground was concrete, aside from a few perfect squares of grass which surrounded thin trees. A dilapidated picnic table sat near one corner, and most of the scientists came out here for a smoke on their breaks. Only a couple of them were out here, including Evan, but none of them really bothered to come over, seeing as they were on their breaks, and didn't want to be forced into working. Besides, it was Adi, and Adi was always coming out here.

Adina lead Isaac over to one of the patches of grass and plopped down, leaning against the trunk of the tree. He patted the ground next to him, gesturing for him to sit down as well.

"Every new situation you encounter will make you feel more alive than you have here, I suppose," he said, continuing his explanation. "This place is quite... automated..." He shrugged. "I doubt you will be here for long, anyway. If you're going to the Ball tonight, you probably won't be coming back here after. I can't tell you what it will be like. I'd had a perfect owner the first time around. Now that I'm being resold I don't even know what will happen to me, if someone buys me."

He paused for a great deal of time, staring at the smoke as it poured from one of the scientists' mouths into the air. They were all a good distance away, and Adina was sure that they couldn't hear his words. Evan was staring however, and probably a bit baffled that Adina had brought along a companion this time, rather than being alone. It was also probably humorous to the tall scientist that the other doll lacked pants, as well. Regardless, though, the only thing Adi could hope was that the man would leave him alone. He was still upset with both Evan and Brittany, even though it wasn't their faults that he was being placed back on the market. The problem was, he just didn't want a new owner; he wanted his old one, and that was that.

He split his focus from the ideas, and, putting on a reassuring smile, he turned his attention back to Isaac. "Don't be nervous. I'm sure you'll be purchased by someone great, and you'll get to enjoy all the different parts of being alive."

Even with the statement paired with a kind smile, it sounded sad to Adi. Perhaps it wouldn't sound sad to anyone else, or it wouldn't sound sad to Isaac, but it was sad to him. Adi had been through more than just the enjoyable parts, but there was no reason to make Isaac fearful of what might happen. Perhaps if he convinced Isaac that everything would be wonderful, he would believe it as well. Unfortunately, it seemed very unlikely.

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Character Portrait: Annabelle 'Ivy' Smithson Character Portrait: Garret

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Ivy hadn’t liked the Kelley woman since they had entered her house. Not with the way she acted or held herself. She actually felt bad that Garret had to live with her.

Well, not anymore.

She nodded as Garret said he would be right back, her father chatting with the woman. She seemed furious at the boy, but why? He hadn’t done anything that would give the woman a reason to be angry.
Maybe she was just a hateful woman.

It had always annoyed and hit a chord in Ivy that people could be so hateful for no apparent reason. When Ivy was younger –when she had friends- a girl she talked to had a very angry mother. She would be pissed off because of the simplest of things. Not smiling in a picture, crying when they got hurt. The woman absolutely hated her daughter, it seemed. Ivy hated that woman, she hated her a lot.

Ivy saw Garret come back with a bag and smiled back at him as he grinned at her. Well, he wouldn’t have to deal with this bitch anymore. Kelley could be pissed all she wanted, she’d never have him back.When Garret when to grab the last of his belongings, Kelley snatched them up, tearing them apart as a last word of her anger.

“When he doesn’t work out, just bring him back to Heartland. I doubt anyone else will want him, and you can't bring him back."

Ivy glared at the woman, finally fed up with her. She watched as Garret stepped closer to her, and she looked at him. It reminded her when she had gotten Stephano, her black cat. The woman said to never return the demon spawn of an animal to her again. Oddly enough, the cat was as cuddly as they come. She didn’t understand why Kelley hated Garret, but it pissed her off.

“I doubt that will happen.” Ivy spoke up, a grin slipping onto her face, although it held no kindness to the woman known as Kelley, “But if you ever regret selling him, don’t contact us.” She hissed, enunciating every word as if she were deaf.
She heard her father say something to her, but she wasn’t listening. Ivy looked at Garret, feeling the tension in the air.

“Let’s go,” She said to Garret, grabbing his wrist and walking out of the house before Kelley changed her mind about selling him. She doubted the woman would do it, but some people didn’t like selling to certain people.

Like Ivy.

Once they were outside, Ivy let go of Garret’s wrist, impatiently bouncing on the balls of her feet for her father. She tossed the boy an apologetic look, “Sorry about that.” She said, feeling bad for snapping at the woman. She didn’t regret per say, she just hated it when she snapped like that. It wasn’t normal for Ivy to snap at people, but when she did it came with good reason.

Well, most of the time.

After what seemed like a century of waiting for her father, she looked at Garret again, “I’m also really sorry about your pictures.” Ivy’s eyes widened for a moment, pulling something out of her pocket. It was the photo that had landed at her feet when Kelley threw everything out of the bottom of the couch. After looking at it for a moment, she handed it to Garret.

“She really shouldn’t have done that, she had no right.”