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Marionette

It is time for the nightmare.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Dance and sing and play all day
Run with scissors and dream away
Come to the play and see the show
Look at the stage, she's there! That

Marionette, Marionette

Pretty and pale and smooth and soft
She's standing in the choir loft
Body of wood and eyes of glass
She's got no smile, she's got no nose, that

Marionette, Marionette

Shadows dance and sing and play
Quickly do they whisk away
Leaving one, and leaving many
Your eyes, she holds them, that

Marionette, Marionette

The shadow sits as still as stone
Don't look away, you're not alone
They're here with you, and it is time
The show goes on.
She watches.
That

Marionette, Marionette

Run with scissors
All the time
The shadows come
There is no time
The rhymes, they're breaking
Breaking
Smash!
It's that

Marionette, Marionette

Run with those scissors
Keep them close
Because whose there?

Marionette, my Marionette

Fear will swallow you
She will swallow you
That

Marionette.

So begins...

Marionette's Story

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Down in the side alley, there was a woman. She stood very still, looking to the ground her hair covering her face. She wore a simple white dress. It was not stained, and hat little blue flowers on it. She was pale and limp. There was nothing very out of the ordinary for her, it seemed, though the shadows did seem sharper around her. A finger twitched, but still, she did not move.

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There was still another long pause after the man had spoken until the woman looked up. She did this slowly, her neck leading the full swing of the movement. Her eyes gently opened, revealing large blue depths within them. She looked at him innocently.

"Me?" she said, then she licked her lips, as if tasting the word. "Oh, fine. I really am fine...but dizzy." She spoke slowly, like she was drunk, but her words were spoken clearly. She was probably a little sleepy.

"Who are you?" she asked at last. She stood up fully, getting her weight on her feet. She did not lean to the side or stumble. No, she stood perfectly straight.

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"Oh, no...no, not too much...I must be tired," she replied, her voice taking on a delicate quality. "I really am not sick, I promise." It wasn't very apparent if she was lying or not. Her tone of voice betrayed both.

As the man introduced herself, she looked up into her eyes. Her lips were very full, even pouty, though not overly large. Like the lips of a baby doll. They caressed his name as he spoke it. "Noah...Saunders..." She helf out her hand stiffly.

"I am Alina."

The setting changes from side-alley to Wing City Gardens (South)

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It was if mere presence was enough to have the girl look up. When he had come close and sat down, her body twitched, coming to life this chilly night. She looked up, right in front of her, and stayed like this for a very long time. Then, all too quickly, her neck cracked, turning abruptly to stare at the man on the bench. Her hair fell over her face, concealing all her features but one eye.

She waved.

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"Story? Story..." she muttered, moving her lips and experimenting with the word. It was as if it was her first time using words. She did not look at him again, but she did shift. "What's your story?" she repeated. She twitched again, and her whole body sized up a moment.

"Story."

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The girl nodded her head. She had actually listened to his story. It was a bit surprising, in fact. She drew her legs up to her chest on the bench, then arched her head toward the sky. "Normal people." she said once. "You came back to life."

The sky, now heavily with clouds, began to weep upon them, laying heavy drops down. The woman did not notice, or rather, she did not care. The cold wind that would normally sting her skin did nothing to gauge a reaction. Puddles began to form around them.

"Are you cold?"

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She shook her head, saying no. The rain collected underneath them, making a great puddle. The girl looked over into it. She did not ask him to look, but she did start to laugh. Her shoulders bobbed up and down in her glee.

"Nineteen years. Dead. Now alive. Shame."

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"Well, goodbye!" she called to him, waving. She kept on the seat, watching him from afar. The hair on her face parted, leaving the wooden slate with one eye open. Good thing he couldn't see. Good thing he wasn't looking.

He didn't need to see just yet. All he needed to find out was that she was never going to leave him alone until he was dead again.