Introduction
There was once, not too long ago, an old man who lived all by himself in a huge mansion. Although he was alone, he wasn't lonely, for he made a living creating dolls and loved them just as dearly as any human. Being world-renowned for his exceptional skill in making such things, he was known simply as The Dollmaker.
Despite being world-renowned, very few people actually knew him. In fact, only four people in the entire world had seen his face. To the rest of the world, he was something of a legend, which only made his dolls all the more valuable.
But then, one day, he died.
No one knew that he had an illness, not even the only four people in the world that knew his face. He had hidden it so well, and for so long, that his death came as an unpleasant surprise to the world. The Dollmaker, having known that he was going to pass away, left behind a will. Abiding by this will, four people go to live in his mansion.
The Will
If my lawyer is reading this to you, then that means I have died. Please do not be sad for me, for I lived a happy and good life, and I'm so happy that I was able to meet four certain people:
The Orphan: ~Taken by Misdemeanor~
I met you when you were just a small child, so I doubt that you remember me. In one of the very few times I left my home, I happened to pass by your orphanage. I remember so clearly when I first saw you; you were playing with a ball, lost control of it, and accidentally hit me with it. The ball deflated, no longer usable. You cried, and out of pity I gave you a new one. I still remember your smiling face as you held that new ball, as if it were the first present that anyone had ever given you. I regret that I was never able to see you again.
The Book Store/Library Owner's Child: ~Taken by ChildofNone~
Ah, I have no doubt in my mind that you remember me. After all, you often visited me at my mansion to deliver my precious books on dollmaking. Although I had never met her in person, I knew your mother very well, as you know. I remember we would sit and talk every day. Besides my precious dolls, you were my best friend and confidant.
The Dollmaker's Child: ~Taken by Me~
It must be a surprise to you, to learn that I am your father. I regret that I didn't have the courage to tell you, even after all these years. Please, if anything, believe me when I say this; I loved you and your mother dearly, and I always took care of you in the best way I knew how.
The Thief: ~Taken by Crystal Flamedance~
Do you remember the night you broke into my home? You were so desperate for food, you actually thought you had to fight me for it. Were you really so surprised when I cooked for you, of my own free will? I didn't know what your situation was, since you never told me and I never asked, but I remember that you came back to visit almost every night since then. Oh, I wasn't supposed to know that, was I? Regardless, I thank you for your company on those lonely nights.
You all touched my life significantly, some of you even changing it completely. I want to do the same for you. My one, last dying wish is for the four of you to come live in my mansion. Please, take care of my last four dolls, whom loyally kept me company for these long, long years. I think that each of you will find something life-changing in these dolls, just as I once did.
With all my sincerity,
The Dollmaker
The Dolls
These dolls were the prized possessions of the Dollmaker, whom hand-crafted them carefully and with all the love in his heart. However, unbeknownst to the people who will live in his mansion, the Dollmaker had one special power; he was able to instill life into these four dolls. Although, he wasn't able to bring any other dolls to life.
These dolls faithfully kept the old man company day after day, unknowing of the Dollmaker's illness. He, not wanting to trouble them with such things, kept it very carefully hidden from even them. When he died, the dolls mourned for him. They were the ones who made sure his will, his dying wish, landed in the hands of his lawyer.
What happens when the four people find out that the dolls are alive?
Living Doll: ~Taken by Inno~
Living Stuffed Toy: ~Taken by _NotTheNormalOne_~
Living Puppet: ~Taken by AngelicToaster~
Living Matryoska: ~Taken by Kapento~
As the dolls and the people live together, the dolls find themselves falling in love with them. Will the people love them back, or......?
These dolls faithfully kept the old man company day after day, unknowing of the Dollmaker's illness. He, not wanting to trouble them with such things, kept it very carefully hidden from even them. When he died, the dolls mourned for him. They were the ones who made sure his will, his dying wish, landed in the hands of his lawyer.
What happens when the four people find out that the dolls are alive?
Living Doll: ~Taken by Inno~
Living Stuffed Toy: ~Taken by _NotTheNormalOne_~
Living Puppet: ~Taken by AngelicToaster~
Living Matryoska: ~Taken by Kapento~
As the dolls and the people live together, the dolls find themselves falling in love with them. Will the people love them back, or......?
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Benjamin sat in the car, looking out of the window as the scenery went by. It had been at least a week since he heard about the will. Supposedly, it was his father's, although Benjamin couldn't really be sure. The only reason Benjamin agreed to the dead man's last wishes was to find out the truth. That, and it wasn't like the wealthy son had anything better to do. He had enough money, just on his own and not counting what his mother made, to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
The car finally reached the mansion grounds, a beautiful place with an almost cemetery-like calm. The chauffeur drove up the rather long driveway, parking just in front of the front doors.
The mansion was huge, much too big for a single man to live in. So then, why? Benjamin wondered this as his chauffeur opened his door. Benjamin got out of the car, looking around. "Shall I bring your things to your room?" The chauffeur asked. Benjamin nodded, and watched as the chauffeur got busy.
The others should be arriving soon. An orphan, a thief, and a bookstore's kid....I wonder why the Dollmaker hung out with such people? Benjamin had never met any of these people before. The only thing he was sure of about them, was that he was definitely hiding his valuables. He didn't want anything to get stolen.
When the chauffeur was done putting Benjamin's things in his room, Benjamin watched as he drove away. Then, he went inside to wait for the others.
Benjamin went into the foyer, looking around. The mansion was obviously old, and quite frankly looked like something out of a horror movie. Benjamin walked over to a lounge chair and sat down, his back completely straight as he did so. The mansion looked to be in good condition, despite the lack of servants or maids to take care of things. It made Benjamin wonder if the old man had cleaning everything himself, day after day. If so, then it was even more confusing. Why didn't the old man just sell the mansion and buy a smaller house? It certainly would have been easier on him, especially with his sickness. It just didn't make sense....
The car finally reached the mansion grounds, a beautiful place with an almost cemetery-like calm. The chauffeur drove up the rather long driveway, parking just in front of the front doors.
The mansion was huge, much too big for a single man to live in. So then, why? Benjamin wondered this as his chauffeur opened his door. Benjamin got out of the car, looking around. "Shall I bring your things to your room?" The chauffeur asked. Benjamin nodded, and watched as the chauffeur got busy.
The others should be arriving soon. An orphan, a thief, and a bookstore's kid....I wonder why the Dollmaker hung out with such people? Benjamin had never met any of these people before. The only thing he was sure of about them, was that he was definitely hiding his valuables. He didn't want anything to get stolen.
When the chauffeur was done putting Benjamin's things in his room, Benjamin watched as he drove away. Then, he went inside to wait for the others.
Benjamin went into the foyer, looking around. The mansion was obviously old, and quite frankly looked like something out of a horror movie. Benjamin walked over to a lounge chair and sat down, his back completely straight as he did so. The mansion looked to be in good condition, despite the lack of servants or maids to take care of things. It made Benjamin wonder if the old man had cleaning everything himself, day after day. If so, then it was even more confusing. Why didn't the old man just sell the mansion and buy a smaller house? It certainly would have been easier on him, especially with his sickness. It just didn't make sense....
Annastrianna watched with a certain distaste as a car drove someone up to the doors. She watched as someone stepped out of the vehicle, and then someone else, asking to take his bags to the room. She rolled her eyes. Of course; because rich people couldn't be bothered to carry their own stuff around. She shook her head as he walked in, then looked around curiously. She didn't see anyone else at the moment; perhaps she had arrived before the other people, but after this one. She didn't really want to be left on her own with this one stranger, but it wasn't as if she had much of a choice. If police found her, not only would it seem odd for her to be watching a house, or a single person, so interestedly, but she had been seen before. Not caught, but seen, and they would already know her to be a thief. She couldn't be hanging around like this all day; it was far too risky.
She stretched and picked up the small bag that was sitting at her feet, which carried everything she owned: a small lock picking kit, a photo of her mother, and lotion. It worked rather well for squeaky door hinges. She headed towards the place purposefully, like she knew where she was going, like she had been there before. Well, she had, but only at night, after the sun had set. And, even then, she had chosen only to stay around the kitchen, and the bathroom nearest the kitchen. She paused at the door, glancing around for anyone else, and then walked in.
She hesitated as she saw the stranger that she had watched walking into the room, but calmed quickly. The will had mention that there would be four of them altogether; surely he had expected someone else to enter the house, as well. She turned her attention to the rest of the room first, searching so that she’d know where everything was. She wasn’t overly interested in conversation, especially not with rich people. She had never gotten along well with them. And this big house? She knew there was only one old man that lived there. This was one of the problems with rich people; they always had these huge houses for only a few people. What sense did that make? Just a waste of money.
She glanced up at the ceiling briefly, debating. Four dolls; one for each of them to take care of. She had never had anything like a doll, not since her mother’s husband had kicked her out of the house. She could handle it, she was sure; how hard could it be to take care of a doll? It just sounded like the man hadn’t wanted anything bad to happen to them, was all. Easy enough. Why all four of them had to live in the same mansion, though, was beyond her.
She stretched and picked up the small bag that was sitting at her feet, which carried everything she owned: a small lock picking kit, a photo of her mother, and lotion. It worked rather well for squeaky door hinges. She headed towards the place purposefully, like she knew where she was going, like she had been there before. Well, she had, but only at night, after the sun had set. And, even then, she had chosen only to stay around the kitchen, and the bathroom nearest the kitchen. She paused at the door, glancing around for anyone else, and then walked in.
She hesitated as she saw the stranger that she had watched walking into the room, but calmed quickly. The will had mention that there would be four of them altogether; surely he had expected someone else to enter the house, as well. She turned her attention to the rest of the room first, searching so that she’d know where everything was. She wasn’t overly interested in conversation, especially not with rich people. She had never gotten along well with them. And this big house? She knew there was only one old man that lived there. This was one of the problems with rich people; they always had these huge houses for only a few people. What sense did that make? Just a waste of money.
She glanced up at the ceiling briefly, debating. Four dolls; one for each of them to take care of. She had never had anything like a doll, not since her mother’s husband had kicked her out of the house. She could handle it, she was sure; how hard could it be to take care of a doll? It just sounded like the man hadn’t wanted anything bad to happen to them, was all. Easy enough. Why all four of them had to live in the same mansion, though, was beyond her.
: Fate Adalee Mundzio*~
With an effective huff, Adalee lay against the mattress with evident boredom. Though, if nowhere else typically the male would be found somewhere, doing nothing. Thus, the boredom. However, he couldn’t sleep just yet, though lacked the motivation to shift his lazy body. For some reason, it was rather difficult to ease his mood from it’s agitated state, which meant relaxing was out of the question -then again when did he relax? Adalee was usually the moving one, but not today.
Fate, the white haired male, lingered idly against the wall with a faint sigh. Like his sibling the emotion of boredom was dwelling within his thin build, and only now was the thoughts to do anything actually coming to his mind. But, knowing him, he smugly ignored them with supposed better options.
“Hey, what’re you lookin’ at?” Adalee asked, rather bluntly. Your lookin’ at me!
“Don’t know, but it’s looking back at me.” Fate sighed once more. What is your problem?!
The pair sulked briefly for a moment, causing a rare silence to brew between them. Perhaps it was just nerves, combined with the fact new people would be joining them, and with the constant memories of the Dollmaker surrounding them day after day. If anything, tensions were a little high.
“Say, Fate. Promise me something?” The dark haired one spoke up, softly.
“Don’t I always?” His sibling teased a little, with honest amusement.
Yeah, but you never mean them?!, The male grumbled quietly while curling up against the bed, his thoughts once again reminding him that though loyal, and his family, Fate was hopeless at keeping promises, in a good way. If that was possible…
“Anyway, what is up?” After a few quiet minutes passed Fate shifted himself over towards the window and looked outwards, with a longing stare. Before him stood what they knew to be the Outside world, which was something of a myth seeing as neither of them had stepped a foot out of the mansion.
“Promise me, that no matter what, you tell me everything?” Adalee continued.
“I thought I already did.” Fate laughed while continuing to stare out through the window, his hands slowly reaching up and gently pressing against the glass frame.
“Well, yes. Bu--”
“Ack?!”
Fate ducked down behind the windowsill quickly, after seeing a strange vehicle pulling up outside the mansion. Though it was doubtful that they knew this person, or people. The lighter male didn’t want to investigate and decided to leave the mystery for now, seeing as they were hidden from view.
“What’s your problem!?” Adalee quietly frowned, while mentally debating with himself. It was normal for his brother to act loopy on the odd occasion, but after sneaking over beside him and allowing himself a quick glance, the twin quickly got the message.
“I-It’s a…. thingy.” Fate whispered.
“A human,” His brother quietly corrected. “Well, two of them…”
The brothers decided to keep within the room, well, that was what made most sense. They didn’t know these people, and had rare experience with humans; other than the Dollmaker. With a firm nod they both sat quietly, with few thoughts shared between them. For now they’d sit tight beneath the window.
With an effective huff, Adalee lay against the mattress with evident boredom. Though, if nowhere else typically the male would be found somewhere, doing nothing. Thus, the boredom. However, he couldn’t sleep just yet, though lacked the motivation to shift his lazy body. For some reason, it was rather difficult to ease his mood from it’s agitated state, which meant relaxing was out of the question -then again when did he relax? Adalee was usually the moving one, but not today.
Fate, the white haired male, lingered idly against the wall with a faint sigh. Like his sibling the emotion of boredom was dwelling within his thin build, and only now was the thoughts to do anything actually coming to his mind. But, knowing him, he smugly ignored them with supposed better options.
“Hey, what’re you lookin’ at?” Adalee asked, rather bluntly. Your lookin’ at me!
“Don’t know, but it’s looking back at me.” Fate sighed once more. What is your problem?!
The pair sulked briefly for a moment, causing a rare silence to brew between them. Perhaps it was just nerves, combined with the fact new people would be joining them, and with the constant memories of the Dollmaker surrounding them day after day. If anything, tensions were a little high.
“Say, Fate. Promise me something?” The dark haired one spoke up, softly.
“Don’t I always?” His sibling teased a little, with honest amusement.
Yeah, but you never mean them?!, The male grumbled quietly while curling up against the bed, his thoughts once again reminding him that though loyal, and his family, Fate was hopeless at keeping promises, in a good way. If that was possible…
“Anyway, what is up?” After a few quiet minutes passed Fate shifted himself over towards the window and looked outwards, with a longing stare. Before him stood what they knew to be the Outside world, which was something of a myth seeing as neither of them had stepped a foot out of the mansion.
“Promise me, that no matter what, you tell me everything?” Adalee continued.
“I thought I already did.” Fate laughed while continuing to stare out through the window, his hands slowly reaching up and gently pressing against the glass frame.
“Well, yes. Bu--”
“Ack?!”
Fate ducked down behind the windowsill quickly, after seeing a strange vehicle pulling up outside the mansion. Though it was doubtful that they knew this person, or people. The lighter male didn’t want to investigate and decided to leave the mystery for now, seeing as they were hidden from view.
“What’s your problem!?” Adalee quietly frowned, while mentally debating with himself. It was normal for his brother to act loopy on the odd occasion, but after sneaking over beside him and allowing himself a quick glance, the twin quickly got the message.
“I-It’s a…. thingy.” Fate whispered.
“A human,” His brother quietly corrected. “Well, two of them…”
The brothers decided to keep within the room, well, that was what made most sense. They didn’t know these people, and had rare experience with humans; other than the Dollmaker. With a firm nod they both sat quietly, with few thoughts shared between them. For now they’d sit tight beneath the window.
Thomas
Thomas sat on the edge of a large bed, chin resting in the palm of his hand. He stared at out a large glass window, eyes dull. He was alone, and for a while he had enjoyed the solitude but now Thomas was growing bored. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. Thomas slowly stood up and stretched, happening to glance out the window while he did so.
Something caught his attention, and Thomas made his way over toward the large glass window, leaning so close his face was almost touching it. Thomas could make out a car, and he narrowed his eyes. After watching, he saw someone get out the car and walk into the mansion. Curious, he watched to see if anything else would happen but nothing did. Sighing, he took a few steps away from the window, falling backwards onto the bed.
He tried to forget about it, but curiosity got the best of him, and Thomas stood up once again heading toward the window. This time he saw another person, walking straight towards the mansion. Thomas widened his eyes in surprise. "More people?" he thought curiously, and sat once more on the edge of the bed.
After a minute or so, Thomas felt edgy. He would stand up and pace back and forth in the room, and sometimes stand in front of the door, hand grasping the door knob tightly. ".....I’m being stupid" he thought and laughed silently at himself. Thomas laid on the bed and put his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. "Well this is new..." he muttered to himself.
Bernadette paced back and forth on the mahogany floorboards, almost willing time itself to go faster. She had been told not to go outside of the room while the humans settled in, but she found it harder and harder to comply. There were people downstairs that was supposed to meet her! Well, there might be… So far she'd heard a car pull up to the in front of the Mansion, its loud engine being a dead giveaway. Peeking through the curtains she wondered what it would be like to ride in one of those strange contraptions. It seemed like it would it would be and exciting thing.
Taking a seat on the windows seating ledge and adjusting the red coloured dress she wore, Bernadette wondered what this new person was going to be like. She hadn't heard much about them, just that now that the Creator was gone they were going to be there to keep her company. There were going to be others too though! Just the thought of all the new people to meet made her want to go downstairs right now. Hearing to the grandfather clock gently ticking reminded her though that eventually her time would come. For someone with in indefinite lifespan she really was rushing to get through things.
Would the humans be okay with who all of them were, though? She had heard that humans didn't think of living dolls as normal things. Dolls like them were meant to be no more than inanimate objects like a table or chair. This was why they weren't allowed past the grounds. She hoped that one day she would get to see the outside world the Doll Maker had told her so many stories about, but she decided that for now she would focus on the matter at hand. Smoothing out any wrinkles in her dress and running her hands through her dark curly hair she tried to make sue she looked presentable for her introduction, maybe it would help whoever she was meeting feel more at ease? Sitting down and glancing back up at the clock she hoped so. She wanted to get along with everyone.
Taking a seat on the windows seating ledge and adjusting the red coloured dress she wore, Bernadette wondered what this new person was going to be like. She hadn't heard much about them, just that now that the Creator was gone they were going to be there to keep her company. There were going to be others too though! Just the thought of all the new people to meet made her want to go downstairs right now. Hearing to the grandfather clock gently ticking reminded her though that eventually her time would come. For someone with in indefinite lifespan she really was rushing to get through things.
Would the humans be okay with who all of them were, though? She had heard that humans didn't think of living dolls as normal things. Dolls like them were meant to be no more than inanimate objects like a table or chair. This was why they weren't allowed past the grounds. She hoped that one day she would get to see the outside world the Doll Maker had told her so many stories about, but she decided that for now she would focus on the matter at hand. Smoothing out any wrinkles in her dress and running her hands through her dark curly hair she tried to make sue she looked presentable for her introduction, maybe it would help whoever she was meeting feel more at ease? Sitting down and glancing back up at the clock she hoped so. She wanted to get along with everyone.
Mona
The mansion seemed bigger than what she remembered. Somehow it looked more intimidating and lonelier. Mona took a step back, already missing the small bedroom she’d practically lived in residing above the even smaller bookshop her mother owned. Her hands fiddled with the bottom of her shirt in a show of nerves and anxiety. Why ever would he want me to live here? she asked herself quietly. She looked behind her at the retreating taxi then down at her bags. Biting her lower lip for a moment she contemplated going after the yellow car before a sigh left her.
No, I’m already here. It was his last wish, surely that’s good enough reason to go through with this… With that in mind she picked up the overstuffed backpack and hitched it on then proceeded to grab the other two luggage bags. With a deep breath she straightened her shoulders and made her way up to the door.
Opening it, she shuffled inside and admired the inside as she’d done so many times before. Mona always felt as if she’d stepped into another time when she entered the Dollmakers home. It never ceased to amaze or enchant her. A small smile flitted across her face as she remembered all the times she’d come here to deliver a book, all the times she’d sat down to discuss one subject or another with the sweet older man that lived here. And even though he wasn’t here, not really, she still seemed to feel his presence in every corner of the place. It seemed to say to her “Hello again”.
“Hello.” She said softly, for old times’ sake.
Entering the foyer she startled at the site of a boy and a girl, a squeak leaving her mouth. Her nerves frazzled she accidentally dropped her luggage on her feet. “Ow, ow!” she yelped and jumped up and down holding on to her hurt foot. On one foot alone her balance shook and she fell on her bottom. She blinked for a moment and imagined herself through their eyes. Surely she looked a fool. Her ears turned a furious red before the color spread throughout her face and neck. How embarrassing! She scrambled up and collected her luggage, tilting her head in a way that made her strawberry blonde hair cover most of her face.
She’d known, had been told that others would be there as well. She’d known and yet her mind had been so muddled with indecision that she’d forgotten about that little fact. How could she forget?! She peaked up at them under her lashes and realized how rude she was being. “H-h-hello. I-it’s a p-p-pleasure to meet y-you.”
She stuttered. Her speech broke and she hated it to no end. It always happened when she met someone new or when she was extremely embarrassed. In this case she guessed it was both. She’d tried to get rid of it, had even let her mom take her to one of those speech classes just so she could learn how to stop it but nothing seemed to work. Of course, she didn’t always stutter. Not with people she knew or when she got excited. She sighed internally and hoped these people weren’t like her classmates were. Her classmates teased and picked on her because of her stuttering. Mona had thought that since she’d get to know them it would stop but with them it just never happened. Is it because they kinda scare me? she mused over the thought but wasn’t really sure of the answer.
Her thoughts came back to the people in front of her. She was going to be living with them. She didn’t know how that quite sat with her but she was accepting it nonetheless. These were the people that were closest to the Dollmaker. If they were his most precious friends then she’d make an effort to get along with them. Mr. Dollmaker was a kind and sweet man and she trusted in his judge of character. With that a small smile tipped her lips upward in the hope that the boy and girl wouldn’t think her weird.
No, I’m already here. It was his last wish, surely that’s good enough reason to go through with this… With that in mind she picked up the overstuffed backpack and hitched it on then proceeded to grab the other two luggage bags. With a deep breath she straightened her shoulders and made her way up to the door.
Opening it, she shuffled inside and admired the inside as she’d done so many times before. Mona always felt as if she’d stepped into another time when she entered the Dollmakers home. It never ceased to amaze or enchant her. A small smile flitted across her face as she remembered all the times she’d come here to deliver a book, all the times she’d sat down to discuss one subject or another with the sweet older man that lived here. And even though he wasn’t here, not really, she still seemed to feel his presence in every corner of the place. It seemed to say to her “Hello again”.
“Hello.” She said softly, for old times’ sake.
Entering the foyer she startled at the site of a boy and a girl, a squeak leaving her mouth. Her nerves frazzled she accidentally dropped her luggage on her feet. “Ow, ow!” she yelped and jumped up and down holding on to her hurt foot. On one foot alone her balance shook and she fell on her bottom. She blinked for a moment and imagined herself through their eyes. Surely she looked a fool. Her ears turned a furious red before the color spread throughout her face and neck. How embarrassing! She scrambled up and collected her luggage, tilting her head in a way that made her strawberry blonde hair cover most of her face.
She’d known, had been told that others would be there as well. She’d known and yet her mind had been so muddled with indecision that she’d forgotten about that little fact. How could she forget?! She peaked up at them under her lashes and realized how rude she was being. “H-h-hello. I-it’s a p-p-pleasure to meet y-you.”
She stuttered. Her speech broke and she hated it to no end. It always happened when she met someone new or when she was extremely embarrassed. In this case she guessed it was both. She’d tried to get rid of it, had even let her mom take her to one of those speech classes just so she could learn how to stop it but nothing seemed to work. Of course, she didn’t always stutter. Not with people she knew or when she got excited. She sighed internally and hoped these people weren’t like her classmates were. Her classmates teased and picked on her because of her stuttering. Mona had thought that since she’d get to know them it would stop but with them it just never happened. Is it because they kinda scare me? she mused over the thought but wasn’t really sure of the answer.
Her thoughts came back to the people in front of her. She was going to be living with them. She didn’t know how that quite sat with her but she was accepting it nonetheless. These were the people that were closest to the Dollmaker. If they were his most precious friends then she’d make an effort to get along with them. Mr. Dollmaker was a kind and sweet man and she trusted in his judge of character. With that a small smile tipped her lips upward in the hope that the boy and girl wouldn’t think her weird.
Sean Fentrise
"Here we are! The infamous Mansion of the Dollmaker."
Eyes of golden brown looked at the car window beside him. It showed a majestic wrought iron gate of intricate design and at the top were two initials crafted in Old English. This must be the Dollmaker's initials. Behind the gates, a beautiful grand mansion could be seen. One could say that this was the ultimate proof of nobility and the rich. It was properly maintained although, the touch of time could be seen occasionally. But, it was because of that which makes it realistic and not an impossible dream. Stopping the observation, Sean looked at the cab driver with a grateful smile. Reaching for his pockets, he took out the fare money and paid the elderly man who lifted his cap slightly. It was a friendly gesture of thanks and welcome. After doing so, he exited the cab with his luggage beside him. Standing before the massive gates, he could hear the cab turning around to make its departure but not before the driver called out to him.
"Hey! Goodluck to you!"
Sean glanced at the driver who was waving as he drove away. He had a small smile on his lips and once the yellow car was out of his sight. His attention was directed once more at the gates before him. Honestly, he was not even sure what made him come here. The connection he had with the previous master of this mansion was a memory of a ball. There were no words of promises or even stories of each other were shared between them. It was their first and last meeting. Perhaps, he was happy that the man had never forgotten about him. In a way, he had this ridiculous idea that they were like a family. Dismissing that idea quickly, he looked at the mansion and released a small sigh. He picked up his luggage and entered the estate. It would seem that the gates were left opened. Perhaps, there were already others inside. He have been told that there were other 3 people who were in the same situation.
"I wonder what they're like. In any case, this place is just too grand for my taste."
Speaking ever so softly, Sean was looking around in awe of the splendor. He had only seen such places in books and sometimes in television. It never crossed his mind that he would be living in one of them. This feel so surreal in his opinion. Arriving at the front doors, he could hear some movements and voices beyond the doors. It was probably the other people whom he would be living with from now on. Taking a deep breath, he opened the doors and what welcomed him was another sight of grandeur. The outside of the mansion were already grand but the insides did not compare to that. It was like he was in a different dimension or timeline. Everything reminded him of those European Aristocracy. He further walked until he reached the Foyer. It was then he took noticed of the 3 people already there.
There was another man sitting casually on the lunge chair. Based on Sean's observation, he has this presence of a wealthy child. Well, he hoped they could get along. After all, they seemed to be the only boys around. As for the others, he saw a girl who was looking at the ceiling. It seemed she was in deep thought. This time, she seemed to exude a presence similar to his social standing and the last of them would be the girl in front of him who seemed to be hiding her face. He had heard her greeting. The girl stuttered. Perhaps, something had happened for her to do so. Closing his eyes briefly, he walked and then stood beside the girl with strawberry blonde hair.
"Good day to everyone. I'm Sean Fentrise. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Sean spoke with polite fluidity accompanied by a smile and a small nod. Afterwards, he cast his attention to the girl beside him. He noticed that she was blushing perhaps, his conclusion was not far off. "It's also a pleasure to meet you." This time he offered a warm smile in an effort to sooth her.
Eyes of golden brown looked at the car window beside him. It showed a majestic wrought iron gate of intricate design and at the top were two initials crafted in Old English. This must be the Dollmaker's initials. Behind the gates, a beautiful grand mansion could be seen. One could say that this was the ultimate proof of nobility and the rich. It was properly maintained although, the touch of time could be seen occasionally. But, it was because of that which makes it realistic and not an impossible dream. Stopping the observation, Sean looked at the cab driver with a grateful smile. Reaching for his pockets, he took out the fare money and paid the elderly man who lifted his cap slightly. It was a friendly gesture of thanks and welcome. After doing so, he exited the cab with his luggage beside him. Standing before the massive gates, he could hear the cab turning around to make its departure but not before the driver called out to him.
"Hey! Goodluck to you!"
Sean glanced at the driver who was waving as he drove away. He had a small smile on his lips and once the yellow car was out of his sight. His attention was directed once more at the gates before him. Honestly, he was not even sure what made him come here. The connection he had with the previous master of this mansion was a memory of a ball. There were no words of promises or even stories of each other were shared between them. It was their first and last meeting. Perhaps, he was happy that the man had never forgotten about him. In a way, he had this ridiculous idea that they were like a family. Dismissing that idea quickly, he looked at the mansion and released a small sigh. He picked up his luggage and entered the estate. It would seem that the gates were left opened. Perhaps, there were already others inside. He have been told that there were other 3 people who were in the same situation.
"I wonder what they're like. In any case, this place is just too grand for my taste."
Speaking ever so softly, Sean was looking around in awe of the splendor. He had only seen such places in books and sometimes in television. It never crossed his mind that he would be living in one of them. This feel so surreal in his opinion. Arriving at the front doors, he could hear some movements and voices beyond the doors. It was probably the other people whom he would be living with from now on. Taking a deep breath, he opened the doors and what welcomed him was another sight of grandeur. The outside of the mansion were already grand but the insides did not compare to that. It was like he was in a different dimension or timeline. Everything reminded him of those European Aristocracy. He further walked until he reached the Foyer. It was then he took noticed of the 3 people already there.
There was another man sitting casually on the lunge chair. Based on Sean's observation, he has this presence of a wealthy child. Well, he hoped they could get along. After all, they seemed to be the only boys around. As for the others, he saw a girl who was looking at the ceiling. It seemed she was in deep thought. This time, she seemed to exude a presence similar to his social standing and the last of them would be the girl in front of him who seemed to be hiding her face. He had heard her greeting. The girl stuttered. Perhaps, something had happened for her to do so. Closing his eyes briefly, he walked and then stood beside the girl with strawberry blonde hair.
"Good day to everyone. I'm Sean Fentrise. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Sean spoke with polite fluidity accompanied by a smile and a small nod. Afterwards, he cast his attention to the girl beside him. He noticed that she was blushing perhaps, his conclusion was not far off. "It's also a pleasure to meet you." This time he offered a warm smile in an effort to sooth her.
MALLORY GRACE
The hush of uninterrupted silence on the opposite side of the shut wooded door was what caused the mouse like creature to repeatedly turn tentative eyes away from the outsized window. Attention turned away from spying continuously on the approaching vehicles, and instead focused inquisitive gaze on to the bronze door handle.
Her body slowly unfolded from her favored window seat.
We have visitors…
It had been exciting, at first. Nerve-racking, and heart bursting, but certainly exciting for Mallory Grace as she tiptoed her merry way down the long and familiar corridors from the great kitchen, before promptly taking an immediate right into the room assigned as hers, and seizing first glance –in her opinion- of the first car and its occupant.
The male that existed was both familiar and unfamiliar wrapped into one tight knit.
Such a familiar nose, yet such an unfamiliar stride such familiar ears, yet unfamiliar shoul-
The pounding in her chest galloped an extra pace from nosiness to understanding, and her characteristically focused vision blurred with abrupt comprehension as logic dawned on her. Master’s friends have arrived…
The rest soon followed in, one at a time.
She witnessed, perched on the window’s ridge, the slow-ending line of cars that measured to a stop at the entrance of their long-closed front door, then pulled on out after leaving their passengers to fend for themselves.
It was exciting for her. To be able to settle into her preferred seat; -her legs extended out-, to rest the tips of her left permanently manicured nails against the window glass, and gaze down intently on each individual entering their home, while her other hand kept the hem of her mid-calf length, leaf patterned dress laid flat. . Yes, very exciting indeed.
Now however, seated on the edge of the overly large sized freshly made bed, ruby shaded flatts settled fearfully against the dark wooded floor of the bedroom as jittering hands interlocked nervously on her lap. Back faced towards the bathroom door, eyes locked on the clear glass of the window on the converse wall. Mallory Grace leaned her unbendingly stiff upper half forward curiously -ear closer to the door-, in an attempt to listen, as dark curls swayed from her erratic movements and already labored breathing hitched from hidden panic as first words were exchanged.
We have visitors…
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“H-h-hello. I-it’s a p-p-pleasure to meet y-you.”
Benjamin merely nodded his greeting to her, afraid that if he spoke that the blonde-haired girl would just get more embarrassed. The other girl that came in hadn't said a word; while it made Benjamin wonder about her, he nodded a greeting to her as well.
"Good day to everyone. I'm Sean Fentrise. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Another boy, Sean, had come in, speaking very politely and attempting to help the blonde girl. Instead of nodding a greeting, Benjamin simply stood up and walked over.
"Hello. Benjamin." He said simply. He wasn't good at talking with others.....at all. He just didn't know how to respond to people. Especially since the blonde girl seemed to be very flustered, even without actually being in a conversation with someone. Benjamin wanted to help her, but he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do. So, instead, he tried smiling.
"You three must be the other people in the will that are supposed to live here, along with me." He said softly, addressing everyone, "I hope we all get along. Since we're all here, why don't we introduce ourselves? Or, go to your rooms or eat lunch, or.....whatever you'd like to do, really...." He wasn't very sure of what to do, and his indecision showed in his voice. He was pretty tired, so he wanted to go to his room, but he didn't want to be impolite, either.
So he waited for their responses.
Benjamin merely nodded his greeting to her, afraid that if he spoke that the blonde-haired girl would just get more embarrassed. The other girl that came in hadn't said a word; while it made Benjamin wonder about her, he nodded a greeting to her as well.
"Good day to everyone. I'm Sean Fentrise. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Another boy, Sean, had come in, speaking very politely and attempting to help the blonde girl. Instead of nodding a greeting, Benjamin simply stood up and walked over.
"Hello. Benjamin." He said simply. He wasn't good at talking with others.....at all. He just didn't know how to respond to people. Especially since the blonde girl seemed to be very flustered, even without actually being in a conversation with someone. Benjamin wanted to help her, but he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do. So, instead, he tried smiling.
"You three must be the other people in the will that are supposed to live here, along with me." He said softly, addressing everyone, "I hope we all get along. Since we're all here, why don't we introduce ourselves? Or, go to your rooms or eat lunch, or.....whatever you'd like to do, really...." He wasn't very sure of what to do, and his indecision showed in his voice. He was pretty tired, so he wanted to go to his room, but he didn't want to be impolite, either.
So he waited for their responses.
Mona
Because her mind was on the two people before her she didn’t notice the guy that came up behind her until he spoke. She jumped, again, a squeak leaving her lips once more. One of her hands came up to her chest and she thought to herself, Any more of this and I just might have a heart attack. Fortunately, this time she didn’t drop her bags or herself so she saved herself the added embarrassment of a repeat. Unfortunately, her face just turned two more shades of red. Once her heart calmed a bit she turned to the guy next to her as he introduced himself. Sean Fentrise. She’d just calmed herself enough to allow her face to cool to a soft pink when Sean’s attention turned to her.
”It’s also a pleasure to meet you”
Mona wasn’t sure how to respond to that so she just blinked at him for a moment in thought. A silent sigh left her lips and she pushed her hair away from her face. No more hiding. You don’t want them to think of you as a blonde version of Sadako. Now that wouldn’t do. A small smile tipped her lips upward at that thought. She noticed then that the other guy had gotten up and was headed their way. She shifted on her feet and turned toward him as he introduced himself. Mona worried her bottom lip some and stood on her toes to look over at the quiet girl that had yet to speak.
Mona counted in her head. We’re all here… so I guess no one else will sneak up me… She thought to herself. Turning back to the guys she shuffled on her feet again unsure of what to say. Oh! Her name! She hadn’t said her name! “Mona. M-my name i-is Mona.”
She hoped she didn’t sound dumb, what with all her stuttering and all. She really did hope she could get along with all of them. It’d be a bad if they had to live together and none of them got along well.
”It’s also a pleasure to meet you”
Mona wasn’t sure how to respond to that so she just blinked at him for a moment in thought. A silent sigh left her lips and she pushed her hair away from her face. No more hiding. You don’t want them to think of you as a blonde version of Sadako. Now that wouldn’t do. A small smile tipped her lips upward at that thought. She noticed then that the other guy had gotten up and was headed their way. She shifted on her feet and turned toward him as he introduced himself. Mona worried her bottom lip some and stood on her toes to look over at the quiet girl that had yet to speak.
Mona counted in her head. We’re all here… so I guess no one else will sneak up me… She thought to herself. Turning back to the guys she shuffled on her feet again unsure of what to say. Oh! Her name! She hadn’t said her name! “Mona. M-my name i-is Mona.”
She hoped she didn’t sound dumb, what with all her stuttering and all. She really did hope she could get along with all of them. It’d be a bad if they had to live together and none of them got along well.
Anna turned her attention back to the others. This was who she was stuck with? The first guy who had arrived was clearly rich; as far as she was concerned, chances were he'd be snobby. Nearly all the rich people in her experience were. Not to mention the fact that they got touchy over small things. The other girl stuttered a lot; she lacked confidence and self-esteem. She was most likely to have a panic attack if anything happened. Nothing but a pain. The other didn't seem to have much money, but definitely had more manners than she herself did. She wasn't entirely sure she'd get along with all of them. But that was what happened when you travelled alone for so long; you didn't quite get along with anyone.
So Benjamin, Sean, and Mona. Easy enough to remember. She glanced away from them; it had been a while since she had introduced herself to anyone. Still, she turned back to them and nodded. "Annastrianna," she said, but turned her attention back to the room. She had little interest in people in the first place, except to steal from them. She doubted she'd be bothered to steal whatever they had brought with them, but she was pretty sure she'd end up leaving the mansion every now and then to steal from others. After all, she had no money, and she still needed to get a hold of things she would still need; new clothing, soap...everything she wasn't able to carry with her all the time. She looked over the stairs curiously. No, she highly doubted she'd get along with these people.
She hesitated, unsure suddenly. Awkward silences were worse than talking, and she wasn't very good at talking. She bit her lip before looking back to the others. "We've all...just gotten here. Maybe it would be best to just...rest...or explore where we're going to be living. Or eat; kitchen's over there," she pointed vaguely, looking away. While her blush wasn't nearly as bad as Mona's, there was a bit of pink to her face. Talking with people was never her strong point.
So Benjamin, Sean, and Mona. Easy enough to remember. She glanced away from them; it had been a while since she had introduced herself to anyone. Still, she turned back to them and nodded. "Annastrianna," she said, but turned her attention back to the room. She had little interest in people in the first place, except to steal from them. She doubted she'd be bothered to steal whatever they had brought with them, but she was pretty sure she'd end up leaving the mansion every now and then to steal from others. After all, she had no money, and she still needed to get a hold of things she would still need; new clothing, soap...everything she wasn't able to carry with her all the time. She looked over the stairs curiously. No, she highly doubted she'd get along with these people.
She hesitated, unsure suddenly. Awkward silences were worse than talking, and she wasn't very good at talking. She bit her lip before looking back to the others. "We've all...just gotten here. Maybe it would be best to just...rest...or explore where we're going to be living. Or eat; kitchen's over there," she pointed vaguely, looking away. While her blush wasn't nearly as bad as Mona's, there was a bit of pink to her face. Talking with people was never her strong point.
Sean Fentrise
Sean looked at the 3 people that he would be living with from now on within this large mansion. Benjamin seemed to be cordial and polite in his opinion. He approached them and even asked what they wanted to do. Although, she did notice that he seems to be a bit tired. Mona was a little timid but he was certain that she was a kind person. She gives this impression of wanting to get along and he does not find anything about that. As for the Annastrianna, he found her a little bit of a loner and seemed to be awkward when dealing with other people. It was probably because of her way of life. Regardless, she did try the effort to talk to them in her own way. Overall, his impression of the 3 were favorable. He gave a small and polite smile to all of them.
"Benjamin, Mona, and Annastrianna. I will be under your care from now on. I hope we get along."
After saying that, he looked at Benjamin and Annastrianna who seemed to have the desire to rest to their respective rooms. Well, Sean did have to travel quite far to arrive at the mansion since the orphanage was on the country side. He does want to rest as well. Hopefully, the majority would find this favorable. As for Mona, she seemed a little nervous meeting them all. He would not blame her for that. After all, he was also nervous about all of this. It made him wonder what the Dollmaker's intention of making them live here together without even making sure that they knew each other beforehand. As of now, the 4 of them were complete strangers.
"Well, everyone must be tired from traveling. Why don't we rest for now and fix our things? Since it's just a few hours before noon. Let's all have lunch together."
Sean hoped that he does not appear to be too persistent and all. He only wanted for the 4 of them to live harmoniously as possible. For if all goes well, this 3 people will be his family from now on. He did not want to impose on them. So at the very least, a proper relationship would be a good beginning for all of them. Looking at 3 of them, he wondered if any of them wanted to order out or perhaps cook. It seems that this house lacks servants from his current observation.
"I don't want to be intrusive. But, would you want to order out or cook? I can cook if you want."
"Benjamin, Mona, and Annastrianna. I will be under your care from now on. I hope we get along."
After saying that, he looked at Benjamin and Annastrianna who seemed to have the desire to rest to their respective rooms. Well, Sean did have to travel quite far to arrive at the mansion since the orphanage was on the country side. He does want to rest as well. Hopefully, the majority would find this favorable. As for Mona, she seemed a little nervous meeting them all. He would not blame her for that. After all, he was also nervous about all of this. It made him wonder what the Dollmaker's intention of making them live here together without even making sure that they knew each other beforehand. As of now, the 4 of them were complete strangers.
"Well, everyone must be tired from traveling. Why don't we rest for now and fix our things? Since it's just a few hours before noon. Let's all have lunch together."
Sean hoped that he does not appear to be too persistent and all. He only wanted for the 4 of them to live harmoniously as possible. For if all goes well, this 3 people will be his family from now on. He did not want to impose on them. So at the very least, a proper relationship would be a good beginning for all of them. Looking at 3 of them, he wondered if any of them wanted to order out or perhaps cook. It seems that this house lacks servants from his current observation.
"I don't want to be intrusive. But, would you want to order out or cook? I can cook if you want."
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Carefully taking in each person's response, Benjamin watched and listened intently. After hearing what everyone had to say, he nodded to himself.
"Alright then. It would seem that we are all tired." He began, trying to address everyone. "I do believe that, in my fa-" Benjamin stopped himself for a split second, then continued, "In the Dollmaker's will, it mentioned that each of our rooms should have our names on the doors." He simply couldn't bring himself to call the Dollmaker his father. He'd never even met the man.
"I don't want to be intrusive. But, would you want to order out or cook? I can cook if you want."
Benjamin turned to Sean. "I personally, do not mind either way. Although, once I have explored the mansion, it is likely that I will be bringing in servants. This way, no one has to worry about the cleaning or the cooking."
Benjamin yawned, although he had no real reason to be tired. It wasn't like he walked there or anything. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it to reveal that it was a map.
"Hm, I do believe that we are here..." He mumbled to himself, and he showed it to the group and pointed to where the foyer would be, "So the wing with our rooms should be here." He pointed to where the rooms would be. They were up the stairs and to the right, a very convenient placement.
"Well then, I shall be taking my leave, as I am quite tired. I will leave this map to all of you for now." He walked toward the stairs, leaving the map on a nearby table, and went to where the rooms were.
He found the room with his name on it quickly, although he stopped for a minute just in front of the door. What would he find inside? Why would the Dollmaker give them specific rooms? Benjamin put his hand on the doorknob, almost afraid of what he might find waiting for him.
He took a deep breath, then opened the door.
"Alright then. It would seem that we are all tired." He began, trying to address everyone. "I do believe that, in my fa-" Benjamin stopped himself for a split second, then continued, "In the Dollmaker's will, it mentioned that each of our rooms should have our names on the doors." He simply couldn't bring himself to call the Dollmaker his father. He'd never even met the man.
"I don't want to be intrusive. But, would you want to order out or cook? I can cook if you want."
Benjamin turned to Sean. "I personally, do not mind either way. Although, once I have explored the mansion, it is likely that I will be bringing in servants. This way, no one has to worry about the cleaning or the cooking."
Benjamin yawned, although he had no real reason to be tired. It wasn't like he walked there or anything. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it to reveal that it was a map.
"Hm, I do believe that we are here..." He mumbled to himself, and he showed it to the group and pointed to where the foyer would be, "So the wing with our rooms should be here." He pointed to where the rooms would be. They were up the stairs and to the right, a very convenient placement.
"Well then, I shall be taking my leave, as I am quite tired. I will leave this map to all of you for now." He walked toward the stairs, leaving the map on a nearby table, and went to where the rooms were.
He found the room with his name on it quickly, although he stopped for a minute just in front of the door. What would he find inside? Why would the Dollmaker give them specific rooms? Benjamin put his hand on the doorknob, almost afraid of what he might find waiting for him.
He took a deep breath, then opened the door.
Mona
Rest? Mona pondered the action and decided she wouldn’t be able to. She’d woken up earlier than she was use to just because of her nerves. And even though she didn’t sleep a wink last night she doubted she’d be able to rest here. She’d probably spend her time trying to make her designated room more… her. She wondered if there were bookshelves in the room Mr. Dollmaker had picked for her. If there weren’t she’d try and bring her own. There was just something comforting about being surrounded by books, or at least for her it was. Back home her mother always poked fun at the fact that her room looked more like a library than a teenager’s room. All the same, she’d loved it. She looked down at her luggage and grimaced. Only one of them carried clothing and other such necessities. Sad as it was, the backpack she carried and the other luggage case were filled with books. There had been a moment when she thought she’d have to bring along another luggage but somehow her mother helped her cram all of them in the ones already present. She grinned as she remembered the taxi drivers’ comment.
”Geez, what do ya carry around in these things? Rocks?”
Mona had enjoyed the look of shock he’d had when she lifted them out of the trunk without so much as a sweat or grunt. She’d even laughed as he huffed and grumbled to himself. She’d lived her whole life around books; paperback, hardcover, fat ones and thin ones. Plus, working at a bookstore was no easy feat. Once those shipments came in and were dropped on their back door they were the ones who had to carry them in and arrange them adequately. So yes, Mona, despite being rather mousy and small was very strong, physically.
She shook herself and brought herself to the present matter. She was thinking too much. Maybe a rest would help. She listened to them talk but stayed quiet otherwise.
“I-I could help… cook as well… if that’s w-what’s d-decided in the end.” She said as they mentioned their food ordeal. She shuffled on her feet for a moment before Benjamin spoke again and then left for his room, leaving a map in his wake. She peered down at it then looked back at the others. “Um, well… h-have a nice rest. I’ll be in my r-room if you guys need m-me.”
With that said she scurried out of the lounge and up the stairs. Alone, she exhaled loudly and continued walking in the direction her room would be. She smiled and even aloud a small giggle to escape past her lips. Her new house mates didn’t seem all that bad. She might just get along with them. With that in mind her steps seem to have an extra skip to them. She stopped before a door with her name on it. She looked up at it for a moment and just stared at it. This would be her new room. In this new place. With new people. This was to be her new home. Mona didn’t know how she felt about that exactly. She thought about it the following days after the will was read. But the situation didn’t seem as real as it did this moment. She took a deep breath and berated herself. You’re here and you’ve met them, what’s to fear? You’re just being silly Mona!
Taking the door knob in her hand she twisted and stepped inside.
”Geez, what do ya carry around in these things? Rocks?”
Mona had enjoyed the look of shock he’d had when she lifted them out of the trunk without so much as a sweat or grunt. She’d even laughed as he huffed and grumbled to himself. She’d lived her whole life around books; paperback, hardcover, fat ones and thin ones. Plus, working at a bookstore was no easy feat. Once those shipments came in and were dropped on their back door they were the ones who had to carry them in and arrange them adequately. So yes, Mona, despite being rather mousy and small was very strong, physically.
She shook herself and brought herself to the present matter. She was thinking too much. Maybe a rest would help. She listened to them talk but stayed quiet otherwise.
“I-I could help… cook as well… if that’s w-what’s d-decided in the end.” She said as they mentioned their food ordeal. She shuffled on her feet for a moment before Benjamin spoke again and then left for his room, leaving a map in his wake. She peered down at it then looked back at the others. “Um, well… h-have a nice rest. I’ll be in my r-room if you guys need m-me.”
With that said she scurried out of the lounge and up the stairs. Alone, she exhaled loudly and continued walking in the direction her room would be. She smiled and even aloud a small giggle to escape past her lips. Her new house mates didn’t seem all that bad. She might just get along with them. With that in mind her steps seem to have an extra skip to them. She stopped before a door with her name on it. She looked up at it for a moment and just stared at it. This would be her new room. In this new place. With new people. This was to be her new home. Mona didn’t know how she felt about that exactly. She thought about it the following days after the will was read. But the situation didn’t seem as real as it did this moment. She took a deep breath and berated herself. You’re here and you’ve met them, what’s to fear? You’re just being silly Mona!
Taking the door knob in her hand she twisted and stepped inside.
Bernadette could hear it, footsteps of some sort coming up the stairwell. She hadn't been waiting long but already someone was there! She could feel butterflies inside her, almost as if anticipating who it could be. She hoped that whoever it was that they were going to the room she was in. Gently sliding off of the window space she had been sitting on, she stepped over to the doorway, carefully pressing her ear against the oak door, waiting for some sort of noise that would indicate where the person was going. She waited for a moment until she heard the person find their door. They stopped in front of the room! She could feel her excitement as she stepped away from the door and waited for it's handle to turn. There was hesitation though, almost as if the person on the other side was just as nervous as she was, as what was about to happen.
Slowly though the door creaked open and she saw the figure reveal itself. Blinking slowly for a second her eyes lit up as she thought she recognized him.
"Creator!" She yelled as she leapt forward to hug the man.
He was already back?! That was great! Wait a second… Humans didn't usually come back after they died, did they? That was what she had been told… Slowly looking up at the person she had taken hold of she realized this was definitely not who she thought it was. He definitely looked like the Doll Maker though.
Quickly letting go she laughed sheepishly. "I'm sorry," she she said as she got a better look at the man, "I thought you were someone else." Studying him up and down she realized that she must be speaking with the Doll Makers son. He looked so much like his Father she thought. This was definitely going to be interesting! "You must be the creators son," She said beaming up at him, "I'm the doll you've probably already have been told about, well I'm actually a puppet. My name is Bernadette. It's nice to meet you!"
Slowly though the door creaked open and she saw the figure reveal itself. Blinking slowly for a second her eyes lit up as she thought she recognized him.
"Creator!" She yelled as she leapt forward to hug the man.
He was already back?! That was great! Wait a second… Humans didn't usually come back after they died, did they? That was what she had been told… Slowly looking up at the person she had taken hold of she realized this was definitely not who she thought it was. He definitely looked like the Doll Maker though.
Quickly letting go she laughed sheepishly. "I'm sorry," she she said as she got a better look at the man, "I thought you were someone else." Studying him up and down she realized that she must be speaking with the Doll Makers son. He looked so much like his Father she thought. This was definitely going to be interesting! "You must be the creators son," She said beaming up at him, "I'm the doll you've probably already have been told about, well I'm actually a puppet. My name is Bernadette. It's nice to meet you!"
Anna watched as two of the others headed to their room. Why would they worry about cooking? She glanced off to the side. While she wasn't very good at cooking, she could cook herself. Chances were, though, she'd end up cooking for hereslf. One of them was bringing in servants. Servants! That just wouldn't do. No servant would be allowed to clean her room up after her, and she wouldn't let a servant cook for her, either. Not when she was fully capable of doing it herself, and who cared if she hurt a few feelings in the process? It was better than feeling helpless because someone else was doing everything for her. She shook her head, then turned and headed to the bedroom, pausing only to glance at the one other left.
"I guess we're heading to the room. Mona said she'd cook, but she's being too skittish right now. Maybe ordering food for tonight might be best." As she turned to continue walking away, she shook her head again, talking to herself. "Servants! As if I need them to take care of me." She followed the others to the right wing and paused in front of where her room would be. A new thought struck her. What if the dollmaker was just...that type of person? The rich boy, she didn't know about him, but she and the other two might need a place to stay. Was it possible that this was the point? Giving them a home to stay in, and having the rich boy live here with his servants? Was that his point? Was he just trying to be generous? In which case, she might feel stupid for trying to judge the man too soon.
She rubbed at her face. Thinking too much; if she were on a thieving job, she'd have been close to caught by now. Close. She shook her head again, reaching out and opening the door, talking to herself as she did. "Too much going on...maybe I should have tried to stay in an abandoned building or something before...might have made this whole thing a lot easier for me..."
"I guess we're heading to the room. Mona said she'd cook, but she's being too skittish right now. Maybe ordering food for tonight might be best." As she turned to continue walking away, she shook her head again, talking to herself. "Servants! As if I need them to take care of me." She followed the others to the right wing and paused in front of where her room would be. A new thought struck her. What if the dollmaker was just...that type of person? The rich boy, she didn't know about him, but she and the other two might need a place to stay. Was it possible that this was the point? Giving them a home to stay in, and having the rich boy live here with his servants? Was that his point? Was he just trying to be generous? In which case, she might feel stupid for trying to judge the man too soon.
She rubbed at her face. Thinking too much; if she were on a thieving job, she'd have been close to caught by now. Close. She shook her head again, reaching out and opening the door, talking to herself as she did. "Too much going on...maybe I should have tried to stay in an abandoned building or something before...might have made this whole thing a lot easier for me..."
Thomas
Thomas was resting on the bed. A few times he had drifted off, and then finally sleep came at him. Thomas woke to the sound of footsteps. He brought a hand to his eyes and rubbed at them roughly. ”Do one of them want something?” he thought referring to the dolls. He yawned lazily and slowly leaned upwards, back facing the door sense he had been sleeping sideways. He slowly began to shuffle off the bed until he heard the door knob twisting. Thomas stood up stretching and turned around. His eyes widened and he jumped, crashing into the wall. A look of shock crossed his face. ”Ohgodohgodohgodohgod who is this?!” he thought.
Instead he gave a weak smile. “H-hey. I’m Thomas” he said stumbling over his words. It was all he could do to keep from having a panic attack. "The stuffed toy.....literally" he said and managed a nevous laugh
[Another failed post. Once again, sorry >.<]
: Fate Adalee Mundzio*~
Over the time that past the pair grew tired, slowly. They had been made to wait for so long, and without much to amuse themselves, that both seemed rather lifeless for lack of a better word. However, when hearing footsteps and voices chiming together down the hall, the boys quickly snapped to attention while scrambling to their feet without much thought, or balance. During their rush to get themselves proper, the duo occasionally stumbled into one another, grumbling in the process as skulls clashed.
After a moment a peculiar voice occurred; a female. Followed by the door casually swinging open.
“It’s a girl.” Fate perked up, seeming rather fascinated by that fact. Though knowing what females were, and after living with the other dolls, it actually wasn’t that much of surprise despite how it may have seemed. After a few minutes of studying the young woman, the male quickly stepped over and pulled the door open more widely for the girl.
“About time,” Adalee huffed, seeming a little annoyed. “Thought you’d never get here.”
“I’m Fate Mundzio,” The white haired one spoke again, while peering round the door quite sweetly, and curiously. “Him over there is Adalee, my brother. Together we’re the Living Matryoska.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of us, the doll your suppose to care for? Well, at least someone’s suppose to look after us, and really, you’re the only one who’s turned up here so far. Thus, you’re the fortunate one chosen to be our career, like the Dollmaker.”
“Yes, like the Dollmaker,” Fate piped up cheerfully. “So, who might you be, miss?”
The pair leaned in a little, awaiting her response. After all, they had been waiting on her especially, and were worthy of an answer for their time supposedly well spent. Not to mention they had no clue of who this girl was, yet the Dollmaker had chosen her carefully for them; which could only mean good things.
“Oh, and this is your room,” Fate added quietly. “We didn’t mess it up, and kept it real clean for you coming. Fact, I attempted to clean it but Adalee decided to be difficult about the whole thing so we just sat and stared at the walls…”
Over the time that past the pair grew tired, slowly. They had been made to wait for so long, and without much to amuse themselves, that both seemed rather lifeless for lack of a better word. However, when hearing footsteps and voices chiming together down the hall, the boys quickly snapped to attention while scrambling to their feet without much thought, or balance. During their rush to get themselves proper, the duo occasionally stumbled into one another, grumbling in the process as skulls clashed.
After a moment a peculiar voice occurred; a female. Followed by the door casually swinging open.
“It’s a girl.” Fate perked up, seeming rather fascinated by that fact. Though knowing what females were, and after living with the other dolls, it actually wasn’t that much of surprise despite how it may have seemed. After a few minutes of studying the young woman, the male quickly stepped over and pulled the door open more widely for the girl.
“About time,” Adalee huffed, seeming a little annoyed. “Thought you’d never get here.”
“I’m Fate Mundzio,” The white haired one spoke again, while peering round the door quite sweetly, and curiously. “Him over there is Adalee, my brother. Together we’re the Living Matryoska.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of us, the doll your suppose to care for? Well, at least someone’s suppose to look after us, and really, you’re the only one who’s turned up here so far. Thus, you’re the fortunate one chosen to be our career, like the Dollmaker.”
“Yes, like the Dollmaker,” Fate piped up cheerfully. “So, who might you be, miss?”
The pair leaned in a little, awaiting her response. After all, they had been waiting on her especially, and were worthy of an answer for their time supposedly well spent. Not to mention they had no clue of who this girl was, yet the Dollmaker had chosen her carefully for them; which could only mean good things.
“Oh, and this is your room,” Fate added quietly. “We didn’t mess it up, and kept it real clean for you coming. Fact, I attempted to clean it but Adalee decided to be difficult about the whole thing so we just sat and stared at the walls…”
Sean Fentrise
"I guess this discussion is dismissed."
Sean spoke as the others had shared their opinion. Mona seemed willing to cook. Annastrianna suggested that it would be better to have take-out, and Benjamin does not have any issues with either choices. Although, he was not sure if Benjamin could cook. For now, he should stop worrying about this and worry about unpacking his luggage. It is also a given that he is feeling quite tired from the trip and he did have to wake up early to do some chores around the orphanage before leaving it permanently. Thinking about it, he did feel a little nostalgic about it. Well, he did live there for the entire 18 years of his life. It would be quite unusual for him not to miss it even in the slightest. Dismissing the thoughts for now, he glanced at his three companions who had already bid their goodbyes in their own way.
Looking at his housemates, Sean could sense a bit of wariness which was quite normal considering their case. Benjamin as he remembered had declared that he will have servants come here to do the household chores. After doing so, the man left towards his room while leaving a map on the table for the rest of them to see where their respective rooms would be. Honestly, he was not comfortable with the idea of someone serving them. He had grown without the luxury of such so, he learned to be independent and practice daily chores. Well, Benjamin did have the air of richness about him. In any case, he was pretty sure that the one named Annastrianna shared his lack of enthusiasm of having servants after them. Well, he could hear tiny bits of her self-monologue as she went on her way as well. As for Mona, she also went on her way to her room. Sean did not see any reason to prevent the three of them to go on their ways.
"Well. see you later everyone."
After saying that, Sean took the map and glanced at it. This would be helpful for him to memorize the structure of the mansion. After all, he would be living in it for an unknown amount of time. He then proceeded on his way towards his respective room. Somehow, he was rather curious as to why the Dollmaker assigned them specific rooms. It would easier for them to pick one to their liking. Perhaps, there was something inside each of their rooms that catered to them. It made him wonder what the Dollmaker thought of him initially. What kind of impression did he left? It was a passing thought that entered his mind as he released a soft sigh. Afterwards, he placed his hand on the doorknob as he slowly opened it.
Sean spoke as the others had shared their opinion. Mona seemed willing to cook. Annastrianna suggested that it would be better to have take-out, and Benjamin does not have any issues with either choices. Although, he was not sure if Benjamin could cook. For now, he should stop worrying about this and worry about unpacking his luggage. It is also a given that he is feeling quite tired from the trip and he did have to wake up early to do some chores around the orphanage before leaving it permanently. Thinking about it, he did feel a little nostalgic about it. Well, he did live there for the entire 18 years of his life. It would be quite unusual for him not to miss it even in the slightest. Dismissing the thoughts for now, he glanced at his three companions who had already bid their goodbyes in their own way.
Looking at his housemates, Sean could sense a bit of wariness which was quite normal considering their case. Benjamin as he remembered had declared that he will have servants come here to do the household chores. After doing so, the man left towards his room while leaving a map on the table for the rest of them to see where their respective rooms would be. Honestly, he was not comfortable with the idea of someone serving them. He had grown without the luxury of such so, he learned to be independent and practice daily chores. Well, Benjamin did have the air of richness about him. In any case, he was pretty sure that the one named Annastrianna shared his lack of enthusiasm of having servants after them. Well, he could hear tiny bits of her self-monologue as she went on her way as well. As for Mona, she also went on her way to her room. Sean did not see any reason to prevent the three of them to go on their ways.
"Well. see you later everyone."
After saying that, Sean took the map and glanced at it. This would be helpful for him to memorize the structure of the mansion. After all, he would be living in it for an unknown amount of time. He then proceeded on his way towards his respective room. Somehow, he was rather curious as to why the Dollmaker assigned them specific rooms. It would easier for them to pick one to their liking. Perhaps, there was something inside each of their rooms that catered to them. It made him wonder what the Dollmaker thought of him initially. What kind of impression did he left? It was a passing thought that entered his mind as he released a soft sigh. Afterwards, he placed his hand on the doorknob as he slowly opened it.
Anna paused as she saw two others in her room. She froze up as the door was opened for her the rest of the way, and took a hesitant step back, away from the door. What they said made no sense. Living matryoska? She closed her eyes for a second; maybe she had just been travelling for too long, and was hallucinating? She opened them, but they were still there. Her room? She poked her head in and glanced around. She was hesitant to get too close to these strangers who claimed to be dolls, but what other choice was there? She glanced between the two warily before walking into the room warily.
"...I'm Annastrianna," she said, introducing herself carefully. She glanced around the room hesitantly, and then turned around to see the other two. "I was told I was to take care of dolls...but he failed to mention anything about living dolls." Such a thing wasn't possible; maybe it was a trick, or prank of some sort. Dolls, as far as she knew, weren't capable of being alive. She glanced around the room uneasily now, looking for any more surprises, maybe someone else helping them pull off the prank; some way out of a window, maybe. The room was clean, and she didn't find anything else of use. She made sure to keep glanced at them as she made her way to the bed, to make sure they didn't try...something. Strangers in her room...who knew what they were up to? she sat onto the bed, pulling the small bag off her back and letting it fall to the floor.
She covered her face with her hands for a second, eyes shut tight and mumbling to herself, "This can't be happening..." She looked back up at them; still there, in the room. And still the idea of living dolls was there. And still she could not accept that idea. Not in the slightest bit. They were just a couple of guys that she was supposed to be...staying with. So much for only needing to get used to three other people. What if the others were in the same position? If there were two others waiting in their room, too? She shook her head again.
"How..." She hesitated, then shook her head again. "Okay. Fine. I'll be a caretaker," she said, falsely cheerful. They had mentioned that the Dollmaker had taken care of them, and that now she was supposed to do the same. She kicked her bag lightly, then looked up at the two. Taking care of the two, however, didn't mean she wouldn't have time to herself, right? Or that she'd have to be there, watching them as often as one should watch a child? She mumbled under her breath, "What the hell did I just get dragged into?"
"...I'm Annastrianna," she said, introducing herself carefully. She glanced around the room hesitantly, and then turned around to see the other two. "I was told I was to take care of dolls...but he failed to mention anything about living dolls." Such a thing wasn't possible; maybe it was a trick, or prank of some sort. Dolls, as far as she knew, weren't capable of being alive. She glanced around the room uneasily now, looking for any more surprises, maybe someone else helping them pull off the prank; some way out of a window, maybe. The room was clean, and she didn't find anything else of use. She made sure to keep glanced at them as she made her way to the bed, to make sure they didn't try...something. Strangers in her room...who knew what they were up to? she sat onto the bed, pulling the small bag off her back and letting it fall to the floor.
She covered her face with her hands for a second, eyes shut tight and mumbling to herself, "This can't be happening..." She looked back up at them; still there, in the room. And still the idea of living dolls was there. And still she could not accept that idea. Not in the slightest bit. They were just a couple of guys that she was supposed to be...staying with. So much for only needing to get used to three other people. What if the others were in the same position? If there were two others waiting in their room, too? She shook her head again.
"How..." She hesitated, then shook her head again. "Okay. Fine. I'll be a caretaker," she said, falsely cheerful. They had mentioned that the Dollmaker had taken care of them, and that now she was supposed to do the same. She kicked her bag lightly, then looked up at the two. Taking care of the two, however, didn't mean she wouldn't have time to herself, right? Or that she'd have to be there, watching them as often as one should watch a child? She mumbled under her breath, "What the hell did I just get dragged into?"
MALLORY GRACE
Timid gaze lifted from the floor repeatedly, to scan over the crack under the bedroom door. Voices rang through the halls, and circled the house. Each time steps slowed by her door, butterflies began motion in her aching belly, and she had to forcefully will herself by pinching to calm down. Interest and hope twisted once more from eyeing approaching footsteps, and instead focused prying gaze on her perfectly shined flatts.
“Oh goodness...”
Body rocketed from the plush bed suddenly. Sparks heated up her entire body, warming milk white skin, and painting pale cheeks with color at the turn of the bronze knob. Hands clenched nervously to jumping stomach as the door inched more and more open. Then it was there. No, not it- he; it wasn’t an it but a he. And he was standing in the room; the one she now belonged to was standing mere feet from where she was rooted.
A shaky smile turned up her mouth, and lips parted to allow words to flow. Her head throbbed frantically when nothing exhaled. She gritted her teeth shut tight when silence took over the room once again. “Speak Mallory Grace.” She ordered herself.
His eyes were on her, she was painfully sure. Though her gaze was downcast, she felt watched. He was picking at her flaws; seeing her nerves strung like tight strings, it made her want to sit.
Mallory Grace lowered to the bed moments before her legs gave way, -moments before a nervous gasp would have shaken her rigid shoulders-, and one hand settled against the soft covers for balance.
She lifted unknowing gaze to the other and instantly eyes clouded over. “Oh goodness,” she whispered out. Free hand reached low and sifted through one pocket of her dress, then retrieved out a lavender shaded handkerchief that she pressed underneath one eye to catch the tears; and then the other.
“Just nervous.” She spoke once more, eyes focused on the floor, as quivering hands dabbed the handkerchief repeatedly under both eyes. “J-Just nerves, I apologize.” Her voice shook with the need to burst out into hysterical tears, but the bite down on her bottom lip kept her shattering frame together; kept her mind on the pain. “I-I…” Mallory Grace paused, and inhaled chilled air through flared nostrils, before exhaling through parted lips and beginning her sentence over. “I… I am Mallory Grace.” Her head lifted then, dark locks followed after her movements, as eyes met his. “Y-You... You are my first actual g-guest.” Her lips curved then, sincerity radiating of the doll as tears blurred her vision once again, causing her head to lower in shame. “Not again…”
She cleared her clogged throat, and placed her handkerchief underneath her hands. “It’s a pleasure to h-have you h-here with me. Us! W-With us…me?... I-I’m not very good with guests…”
: Fate Adalee Mundzio*~
The pair watched the girl curiously, more so when noticing her acting strangely, or at least what they considered to be unusual behavior. Not that they were expects with humans, but after all, what was she so scared of? What did she take them to be? Monsters that came from under the bed?!
“Hello Annastrianna! Wel--” Fate sheepishly paused, a little hesitantly, when the whole living dolls topic got brought up, rather quickly after only just meeting. “Well, yes. If someone told you about living dolls would you believe them? I hardly imagine it is a thing to bring up in mere conversation, until now.”
Slowly, the males crept closer to the girl. Though not wanting to spook her, or give the wrong impression, they each kept a slight distance between them and the human. Especially since there was two of them and one of her, and the genders were divided also, which created a slight awkwardness amongst the duo. Until now they hadn’t met a human female, only dolls. Of course though, with curiosity getting the better of him, Fate quickly plucked up the courage to examine the girl further. He immediately sat himself down by her side and stared at her figure with a slight bewildered, though hopeful gaze. Meanwhile however, Adalee kept back and simply watched.
“Can we call you Anna? Your name is too long,” Fate asked before shifting his gaze and turning down towards her bag, which he proceeded to eagerly pick up and feel about in. “Ooh, what’s in this?”
Adalee sighed while taking a step forward. He wasn’t use to having a girl in his presence, and wasn’t too use to having his brother interesting in someone else either. If anything it annoyed him, but not that much. This was all still new and no one really had a clue as to what was truly going on.
“Your lucky, you know, Anna? You see, you got two dolls,” Adalee spoke up. “Everyone else has one doll, but we’re a set you see. Therefore you care for us both equally, and likewise we do the same.”
While on the bed Fate curiously pondered as to what was in the bag, seeing as it came from outside the mansion, and likewise everything that was in it. He desperately wanted the bag, in all honesty, but would Anna give it up? Hardly, he wasn’t that stupid. While Fate was caring and considerate he’d spent a life with Adalee, who was the type to hoard everything and rarely share.
“Anna, did you know the Dollmaker?” Fate asked after a moments silence. “You must have since he chose you to look after us. He must have really liked you enough, you must be honored. We are very grateful you came though, even if you don’t like us.” The white haired one sighed heavily, almost ready to cry as if he were deeply saddened. But this was quite normal for Fate, he was the clingy one out of the two. And after feeling a sense of slight displeasure from the female, he already felt unwanted and ready to shed a tear at a moments notice.
The pair watched the girl curiously, more so when noticing her acting strangely, or at least what they considered to be unusual behavior. Not that they were expects with humans, but after all, what was she so scared of? What did she take them to be? Monsters that came from under the bed?!
“Hello Annastrianna! Wel--” Fate sheepishly paused, a little hesitantly, when the whole living dolls topic got brought up, rather quickly after only just meeting. “Well, yes. If someone told you about living dolls would you believe them? I hardly imagine it is a thing to bring up in mere conversation, until now.”
Slowly, the males crept closer to the girl. Though not wanting to spook her, or give the wrong impression, they each kept a slight distance between them and the human. Especially since there was two of them and one of her, and the genders were divided also, which created a slight awkwardness amongst the duo. Until now they hadn’t met a human female, only dolls. Of course though, with curiosity getting the better of him, Fate quickly plucked up the courage to examine the girl further. He immediately sat himself down by her side and stared at her figure with a slight bewildered, though hopeful gaze. Meanwhile however, Adalee kept back and simply watched.
“Can we call you Anna? Your name is too long,” Fate asked before shifting his gaze and turning down towards her bag, which he proceeded to eagerly pick up and feel about in. “Ooh, what’s in this?”
Adalee sighed while taking a step forward. He wasn’t use to having a girl in his presence, and wasn’t too use to having his brother interesting in someone else either. If anything it annoyed him, but not that much. This was all still new and no one really had a clue as to what was truly going on.
“Your lucky, you know, Anna? You see, you got two dolls,” Adalee spoke up. “Everyone else has one doll, but we’re a set you see. Therefore you care for us both equally, and likewise we do the same.”
While on the bed Fate curiously pondered as to what was in the bag, seeing as it came from outside the mansion, and likewise everything that was in it. He desperately wanted the bag, in all honesty, but would Anna give it up? Hardly, he wasn’t that stupid. While Fate was caring and considerate he’d spent a life with Adalee, who was the type to hoard everything and rarely share.
“Anna, did you know the Dollmaker?” Fate asked after a moments silence. “You must have since he chose you to look after us. He must have really liked you enough, you must be honored. We are very grateful you came though, even if you don’t like us.” The white haired one sighed heavily, almost ready to cry as if he were deeply saddened. But this was quite normal for Fate, he was the clingy one out of the two. And after feeling a sense of slight displeasure from the female, he already felt unwanted and ready to shed a tear at a moments notice.
Mona
She blinked. What else could she do? At this point she didn’t really have the energy to be surprised. She looked behind her at the door and checked the name again. Yes, it still said Mona. Then why was it that someone else, a boy no less, was in what she supposed was her room? She looked back at the boy and blinked again. He looked shocked to see her. Did he not know they were coming? Was he not warned? Who was he to the Dollmaker? She tilted her head slightly to the side and took all of him in. It was probably rude of her to just stare at him but Mona had yet to really think about the situation. And then he spoke.
“H-hey. I’m Thomas. The stuffed toy.....literally." Her eyes widened. For a second time that day she dropped her luggage and yelped when they made contact with her feet. Her eyes stung as she dropped down to the floor. She wouldn’t be surprised if her big toe was swollen. “Owwww…” she whined softly to herself. For a moment she forgot he was there and she pouted down at her feet. How much more damage would be done to them by the end of the day? She suppressed the urge to cry. Mr. Dollmaker, one of her best friends was gone, she was living with people who she didn’t know and who might not even like her and she was going to damage her feet if she kept dropping her luggage on them. One small tear managed to fall down her pale cheek but she quickly swiped it away.
Looking up she spotted Thomas again and took in a deep breath. All she could manage at this point was a wobbly smile. “I-I’m Mona…” she trailed off as she remembered what he’d said. The stuffed toy. She gave him a curious look. Why would he call himself a stuffed toy? Speaking of toys, Mona was reminded that she had to take care of a doll. She looked around the room but didn’t see anything resembling a doll. Where is it supposed to be? Am I supposed to find it? She sighed. She’d look for it when she calmed down. Right at that moment her nerves were too frazzled.
Mona turned to Thomas and tilted her head. Again, she asked herself why he would call himself a stuffed toy… “Why… Is that like a nickname? The stuffed toy? Aren’t nicknames supposed to be short?” she asked curiously, eyeing him from her spot on the floor, not in an unkind way, just a friendly curiosity.
“H-hey. I’m Thomas. The stuffed toy.....literally." Her eyes widened. For a second time that day she dropped her luggage and yelped when they made contact with her feet. Her eyes stung as she dropped down to the floor. She wouldn’t be surprised if her big toe was swollen. “Owwww…” she whined softly to herself. For a moment she forgot he was there and she pouted down at her feet. How much more damage would be done to them by the end of the day? She suppressed the urge to cry. Mr. Dollmaker, one of her best friends was gone, she was living with people who she didn’t know and who might not even like her and she was going to damage her feet if she kept dropping her luggage on them. One small tear managed to fall down her pale cheek but she quickly swiped it away.
Looking up she spotted Thomas again and took in a deep breath. All she could manage at this point was a wobbly smile. “I-I’m Mona…” she trailed off as she remembered what he’d said. The stuffed toy. She gave him a curious look. Why would he call himself a stuffed toy? Speaking of toys, Mona was reminded that she had to take care of a doll. She looked around the room but didn’t see anything resembling a doll. Where is it supposed to be? Am I supposed to find it? She sighed. She’d look for it when she calmed down. Right at that moment her nerves were too frazzled.
Mona turned to Thomas and tilted her head. Again, she asked herself why he would call himself a stuffed toy… “Why… Is that like a nickname? The stuffed toy? Aren’t nicknames supposed to be short?” she asked curiously, eyeing him from her spot on the floor, not in an unkind way, just a friendly curiosity.
Anna looked up as the one who had introduced himself as Fate sat next to her started going through her bag. She glanced up at the other, Adalee, then back at her lap. Fate seemed rather interested in her bag. She took a moment to pull the bag away from him and pull out the only thing that really mattered to her: the picture of her mother. She handed the bag back to Fate. What did she care? She only had the bag for just in case. Chances were, she wouldn't need it anymore. She folded the picture carefully and quickly; the other two didn't need to see the picture, not really. After stuffing the picture into her pocket, she glanced between the two.
"Just my tools...nothing much. I doubt you'll have any use for them." She doubted she'd have a chance; not if she was going to be watching these two, as the Dollmaker had asked. Anyway, they could be replaced. She sighed. "I don't think I will, either; the only thing that matters I already took out." After all, what use was stealing from other houses if she could stay here? There had always been plenty of food in the kitchen, and that was all that really mattered. If she needed anything else, a little bit of pickpocketing for money would handle it well enough.
"As for the Dollmaker...I didn't know him very well; that's why the entire thing has me confused. We met once. Apparently he saw me several times after that, but I never saw him again." Why? He had only seen her once. Why would he trust her to take care of these two...this matryoska? Fate and Adalee? She shook her head in confusion. "That's not to say I won't do as he's asked, of course..." She hesitated, glancing between the two again. So she was to care for these two...because the Dollmaker was no longer able to.
"This is just...going to take some getting used to. Normally I live all on my own...and travel a lot of the time. It's a big adjustment, is all..."
"Just my tools...nothing much. I doubt you'll have any use for them." She doubted she'd have a chance; not if she was going to be watching these two, as the Dollmaker had asked. Anyway, they could be replaced. She sighed. "I don't think I will, either; the only thing that matters I already took out." After all, what use was stealing from other houses if she could stay here? There had always been plenty of food in the kitchen, and that was all that really mattered. If she needed anything else, a little bit of pickpocketing for money would handle it well enough.
"As for the Dollmaker...I didn't know him very well; that's why the entire thing has me confused. We met once. Apparently he saw me several times after that, but I never saw him again." Why? He had only seen her once. Why would he trust her to take care of these two...this matryoska? Fate and Adalee? She shook her head in confusion. "That's not to say I won't do as he's asked, of course..." She hesitated, glancing between the two again. So she was to care for these two...because the Dollmaker was no longer able to.
"This is just...going to take some getting used to. Normally I live all on my own...and travel a lot of the time. It's a big adjustment, is all..."
: Fate Adalee Mundzio*~
Fate watched Anna curiously when she took her bag, though only removing one thing before handing it over once more, and allowing the doll to rummage about till his desire was content. Though, there wasn’t much of interest per say, yet everything was from the outside which gave a sense of appeal to the items within the bag; despite possibly already having them within the mansion. Fate carefully studied the bags context without taking anything out, and simply eyed it up and causing no mess.
“Say, what do you need these tools for?” Fate asked, still curious.
Adalee, feeling the need to nosey, also made his way over onto the bed and gave a questioning stare into the bag, along with his brother who he sat next to. The pair together seemed like little children with a new toy, though neither dared to actually what was inside the bag, but rather admire from a distance.
“You know, we are capable of looking after ourselves. Clearly we are not children, nor incapable of doing things with our own selves, but that does not mean we are without fault,” Adalee sighed while dragging his stare up towards the girl. “The Dollmaker brought you here to look after us, but please do not treat me as a child, for I am not a child at all. I mean, honesty, what child do y--”
“Calm down, please.” Fate piped up while pushing his sibling against the bed, gently.
Slowly, and with a smile, the white haired doll sweetly gazed at the girl. “You said you traveled a lot, is that true? What’s the world really like?” He asked, with evident enthusiasm. “We have never left this mansion and therefore know nothing of the world. Well, we read about it, and the Dollmaker told us an awful a lot, but never have we actually been outside…”
From against the bed Adalee grumbled quietly before pushing himself up off the bed, his not-so-amused frown making it’s way between Fate and Anna. “Never mind that, lets just get some things clear, shall we? I mean,” He paused, clearing his throat and thoughts. “Well, we should explain more.”
“Oh, right,” Fate continued. “You see, Anna. We are the Living Matryoska, the pair of us. In total together there is, The Living Stuffed Toy, The Living Doll, and The Living Puppet. Each of your friends is no doubt going to be looking after one of them, as you are with us.” The dolls each gave a firm nod, though still a little unsure, it was acknowledged that Anna was going to be with them for… ever? Well, they didn’t know. But, for now it was definite that the three were going to have to get along, good or bad, it was decided. The dolls simply smiled, and fell silence briefly.
“We are twins, incase you had not realized,” Fate spoke after a few minutes. “There were six of us originally, but we are the only two left. Thus, we are all we have now. But, maybe you’ll be one of us as well, after a little bit of time together.”
Fate watched Anna curiously when she took her bag, though only removing one thing before handing it over once more, and allowing the doll to rummage about till his desire was content. Though, there wasn’t much of interest per say, yet everything was from the outside which gave a sense of appeal to the items within the bag; despite possibly already having them within the mansion. Fate carefully studied the bags context without taking anything out, and simply eyed it up and causing no mess.
“Say, what do you need these tools for?” Fate asked, still curious.
Adalee, feeling the need to nosey, also made his way over onto the bed and gave a questioning stare into the bag, along with his brother who he sat next to. The pair together seemed like little children with a new toy, though neither dared to actually what was inside the bag, but rather admire from a distance.
“You know, we are capable of looking after ourselves. Clearly we are not children, nor incapable of doing things with our own selves, but that does not mean we are without fault,” Adalee sighed while dragging his stare up towards the girl. “The Dollmaker brought you here to look after us, but please do not treat me as a child, for I am not a child at all. I mean, honesty, what child do y--”
“Calm down, please.” Fate piped up while pushing his sibling against the bed, gently.
Slowly, and with a smile, the white haired doll sweetly gazed at the girl. “You said you traveled a lot, is that true? What’s the world really like?” He asked, with evident enthusiasm. “We have never left this mansion and therefore know nothing of the world. Well, we read about it, and the Dollmaker told us an awful a lot, but never have we actually been outside…”
From against the bed Adalee grumbled quietly before pushing himself up off the bed, his not-so-amused frown making it’s way between Fate and Anna. “Never mind that, lets just get some things clear, shall we? I mean,” He paused, clearing his throat and thoughts. “Well, we should explain more.”
“Oh, right,” Fate continued. “You see, Anna. We are the Living Matryoska, the pair of us. In total together there is, The Living Stuffed Toy, The Living Doll, and The Living Puppet. Each of your friends is no doubt going to be looking after one of them, as you are with us.” The dolls each gave a firm nod, though still a little unsure, it was acknowledged that Anna was going to be with them for… ever? Well, they didn’t know. But, for now it was definite that the three were going to have to get along, good or bad, it was decided. The dolls simply smiled, and fell silence briefly.
“We are twins, incase you had not realized,” Fate spoke after a few minutes. “There were six of us originally, but we are the only two left. Thus, we are all we have now. But, maybe you’ll be one of us as well, after a little bit of time together.”
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