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Post by tarkya on Sept 29, 2009 15:29:13 GMT -8
[An intro for 43, and later on Grigori. Just a note~]
Another dreary morning, and in the Outskirts a two-toned ragdoll numbered 43 was trying his very best to pry open a car hood with a screwdriver.
He wasn't having much luck, as leverage only went so far. That wasn't stopping him from trying, though, and his effort nearly paid off as the hood rose an inch. Then it slammed shut, sending ragdoll and screwdriver flying. landed with a heavy bump, while his tool flew off to clatter noisly on the pavement.
"Agh! Not again..." The doll was quick to rise to his feet, his eyes darting around at the rubble surrounding him. A minute passed, and he sighed, relaxing slightly. After a last glance around him he turned to look for his screwdriver, moving as quietly as possible.
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Post by Dewy6 on Sept 29, 2009 16:24:31 GMT -8
*interrupts*
212 walked slowly and cautiously through the dead city. She gripped her pencil tightly, clinging to it like a security blanket. "This place sure is scary." she said to no one in particular. She had been wandering around, lost, for about 4 days now. After leaving 59 and 97 fighting in the park, the burlap doll had tried to go north, as directed by 59. But she had gotten twisted and turned around, forgetting where she was going and what she was supposed to be doing.
She had gained a red cloak from some scraps, and now pulled the hood down. She was totally creeped out by the dead bodies, gagging and looking away whenever she came across one. Compared to them, the cars, the buildings, she felt like a piece of sand, a tiny and minuscule thing.
A loud clattering made 212 jumped about 4 inches into the air, spinning around simultaneously. She stood frozen for a long moment, waiting like a fool in the open to see if a beast would jump out and rip her to shreds. Nothing. She crept slowly around a pile of debris to see a strange doll fiddling with something weird looking. 212 remained silent, watching the doll curiously from her hiding spot.
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Post by blacksolstice on Sept 29, 2009 16:25:14 GMT -8
ooc; okies C:
9 had been exploring the outskirts for a resource material. He was looking into crafting some kind of transportation method. He'd seen machines and human vehicles with wheels, and wondered if it would be possible to reconstruct the same thing for ragdolls.
In an instant, 9 heard an exclamation of surprise and a clatter. Turning in the direstion of the noise, 9 sprinted over to see a ragdoll rising from the dirt, seeming to be looking for something.
"Hello," he greeted cheerfully. "You look as if you're searching for something. Need any help?"
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Post by tarkya on Sept 29, 2009 16:46:02 GMT -8
The way 43 jumped at 9's inquiry, you would have thought he'd just met the Fabrication Machine itself. Once on his feet he froze, mentally stuck between running and responding. Then he remembered that machines usually did not greet others so cordially, and looked back. It took a moment for his eyes to focus on the other ragdoll, but once he realized that he relaxed.
"Ah! Uh... no. No, I'm fine." He stood up, his hands fidgeting with the lower snap closure. The clicking of it opening and closing punctuated his words.
"You really shouldn't sneak up on others like that." Click. Clack. "I could've disturbed the rubble, and then it would've crushed us both. Or worse."
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Post by Dewy6 on Sept 29, 2009 19:04:02 GMT -8
212 brought her hand to her mouth in thought, watching the scene. Another doll had run up to the first; he had a large number 9 written on his back. 9... It seemed like an important number-- she would have to try to remember it as best she could. 212 fiddled with her pencil, almost forgetting to keep quiet, tapping her fingers lightly along the purple plastic and biting her lip.
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Post by Mesuta on Sept 29, 2009 19:34:12 GMT -8
The little 25 walked the outskirts, stumbling a little. He looked around the outskirts, frightened and alone, he wondered what would happen to him. His home was gone, Kara was nowhere to be found, she could even be dead... or worse...
Worst of all, he had no one to comfort him, no one to help him in his time of need. Then he heard sounds off in the distance. He rushed as quietly as he could to the source of the sounds and he peered over the mountain of rubble that he was on to see two dolls talking to each other. Desperate to find help, he began going to them, but he slipped and tumbled down the rubble, until he landed on the ground, struggling to get up.
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Post by blacksolstice on Sept 30, 2009 4:32:34 GMT -8
"Oh, I'm sorry to have bothered you!" 9 took a step back sheepishly. "I just thought...ah. Well, if you'd like any assistance I am here." He gave a kind look and turned away from 43, but after a moment later heard a shuffling.
"Is someone there?" he said aloud. He could see a tiny little thing, sprawled out on the ground and covered in what looked like ink stains. Once he recognized it as another ragdoll, 9 hurried over and offered a hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
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Post by Mesuta on Sept 30, 2009 12:33:07 GMT -8
25, looking up, instead of taking 9's hand, grabbed onto 9, tightly. He was shaking a lot, and was clearly scared... or sad... He then looked up at the others with the lenses of his eyes opened up almost fully. He had a look that would melt even the iciest of hearts. He picked himself up and stayed close to 9. He was too scared to do anything else...
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Post by tarkya on Sept 30, 2009 14:02:55 GMT -8
When 25 came stumbling down the rubble 49 was on alert again. He noted the number on 9's back (Only 9? Maybe he'd had lost a number to wear?), and the eyes of the smaller doll. He looked terrified, and with those eyes he was almost cute...
43 snapped his eyes shut and turned to look through the rubble. No, he couldn't judge on appearances. He could think of ways that cute could be used as a trap. Ways and ways which all inevitably ended in bad news for him... No, no, he was better off searching for the screwdriver he'd lost, and leaving 25 to 9.
Still, he couldn't help but worry a little... He turned, thinking of some sort of encouraging statement to say when he heard something, a tapping noise that was quiet enough to be little more than imagination. Imagination was enough for 43, though. He started looking around, straining in an attempt to find a source of the noise.
"There's something else here..."
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Post by blacksolstice on Sept 30, 2009 14:50:16 GMT -8
For a blank minute, 9 was dumbfounded as the little ragdoll clung to him. Startled but not afraid, he carefully wrapped his arms around the shaky little thing. "It's alright..." 9 said, even though he didn't actually know if it was.
Looking back up towards 43, he could see the ragdoll pricking up in surprise, as if he'd heard something. 9 hadn't heard anything, but decided to keep an eye out just in case.
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Post by Dewy6 on Sept 30, 2009 18:10:36 GMT -8
212 gasped slightly when 25 rolled down the pile, sending dust up into the air and landing on the ground, but she smiled when he gave 9 that adorable look How could anyone not think it was the cutest thing in this dreadful world? Anyway, this 9 character seemed nice. Maybe that meant the original doll would be nice too.
As 212 pondered the thought, the dust that 25 stirred into the air drifted toward her, the grains going through her fabric and tickling the inside of her artificial lungs. She lurched a little, then coughed loudly, waving away the cloud with her free hand while she continued the coughing fit.
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Post by tarkya on Oct 1, 2009 17:06:58 GMT -8
43 whirled, eyes darting across the rubble and towards 212's location. He started moving towards the car, slowly at first. Then he bolted, nearly tripping on a formless cloth sack that had been seemingly abandoned on the ground.
"Y-you there!" He reached into the sack, pulling out a metal rod with a flanged tip. He held it forward in a way that might have been threatening had he not looked so frightened. "I'm armed! If you're friendly, then come out!"
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Post by Mesuta on Oct 2, 2009 9:30:33 GMT -8
25 got up, staying close to 9, his facial expression became brighter, he felt safe with 9. his bright smile didn't last long, however, his facial expression quickly turned to worry as he looked out to the clearing. Then all of a sudden he broke down and broke into what appeared to be a similar movement to crying. After he finished, he got back up, with those wide eyes back on his face
Then 25 watched as 43 held out his metal rod, and made the threat into the rubble. He was evidently scared by that threat, as he hid behind 9 when he did that.
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Post by Dewy6 on Oct 2, 2009 12:55:45 GMT -8
212 jumped like a startled squirrel when 43 confronted her. She leaped back in shock, only to land flat on her burlap butt with an "oof!", pencil falling to the ground. She was now exposed on the ground to all three dolls. After remaining frozen for a heartbeat like a deer in headlights, she proceeded to curling into a ball, and cried, "Please don't stab me or do anything mean!" 212 wrapped her red cape around her and pulled her hood up in a futile attempt to hide herself even though she was in plain sight.
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Post by tarkya on Oct 5, 2009 18:57:22 GMT -8
43 paused, his grip on the metal pole loosening. That wasn't a machine, or anything that seemed remotely hostile. And while his mind was already spinning possibilities of infiltrators, spies, and lures, the more reasonable part of him saw that this was just some lost ragdoll he'd seriously spooked.
"Oh. Uh... sorry." He looked around, then bent down and slipped the weapon back into the sack before holding up his hands. "I won't stab you. Uh, promise."
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