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Post by 17 on Nov 11, 2009 18:12:54 GMT -8
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17 watched as a smile didn't come to 70's face, instead more disappointment and some concern for her standing when she shouldn't be.
She nodded in much agreement to 70 as he sat her back down, smiling a little when he said her number. He never actually said her number until she was nearly killed and she woke up.
17...what really was the significance that she was called 17? The same for 70? What did these numbers really mean? She thought to herself a moment...it was rather odd to her, how they both have absolutely no relation to each other, especially their alliances, but how both numbers had a "7" in them.
She didn't know much more about this "Soul" business, either. Whose soul she had, or if she even was human. How 27 even "placed her soul back". She wanted to know more about this. Maybe she could ask him later.
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Post by vega777 on Nov 11, 2009 18:49:59 GMT -8
((Thank you! I'll try not to mess up y'alls moment too much. ^_^))
At the entrance to 70's tent like home a small face peeked through, uncertain if she should go in. She was worried about 17, the stitchling she'd just barely met and who Donnie, a doll who'd seemed so friendly at first she'd almost gone with him too, had almost tore to pieces.
667 felt a bit more for this doll than she felt towards most recent aquaintances, partly because she could have very nearly been in the same state as 17, had she not stopped to talk to 27 first. It scared her to think about it. Also, there weren't many other stitchlings at the Shambles, and the adults weren't always willing to hang around with her.
667 clung to the blue fabric she was peeking from, conversing with herself in her head. She could see 17 standing up, but she still didn't look too good. Taking a deep breath, 667 stepped in quietly. Walking up behind the two 667 asked in her naturally oddly distant voice "Are you feeling better, 17?" Then, looking up at 70 "Is she going to be all right?"
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 11, 2009 19:12:08 GMT -8
After 70 set 17 back down, he faintly noted another presence near his home - which was actually fairly uncommon. He turned as her voice - hauntingly distant though she was in the room - and recalled her number - 667. She asked both of them about 17's condition, though in different ways. He answered his query with a grimmer tone than he meant. "She will be eventually. It's going to be a long recovery."
70 turned and walked the area behind his table, which had lots of small jars and vials filled with liquids. He rummaged through them, pausing to look at some labels in his own handwriting. Which was messy. Finally, he pulled one out. "I found a solvent. We'll be able to get most of the oil out, I think."
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Post by 17 on Nov 11, 2009 20:51:40 GMT -8
She looked over at 667, she remembered her from yesterday, even though it was just a few minutes...or was it seconds?
17 let 70 answer the question as she leaned back onto the pillow, standing took more energy out of her than speaking. She sat herself up though, slowly, when she heard 70 talk about the solvent. She had no idea what it really was, but she had the jist of it. She looked down to her stained skin and splotches everywhere on her. She didn't mind the stains, really, they were a bit of a nuisiance, but she could get used to the fairly easily, like her new limbs. She had a small smile creep onto her face.
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Post by vega777 on Nov 11, 2009 22:13:26 GMT -8
When 70 answered 667 she looked downcast, covered her face with an arm in an attempt to hide that her eyes were tearing up.
17 must still be hurt really bad then, if 667 had just sensed how dangerous Donnie was neither of them would have been that situation. 667 felt it was partly her fault, even though deep down she knew that there was no way for either of them to know what he had in mind.
667 wondered if she could do anything to help 17 get better. She couldn't do anything medical like 70 could, he was the best. Maybe something to give moral support?
667 remembered a time when she was really sick, back when she was a human, and an idea came to her. She reached into her right pocket and pulled out her silver rose, her only posession from before she lost her memory. It meant more than anything to her, but if it'd help....
667 went and stood beside 17, on the side other than where 70 was. Quietly, she explained to 17.
"I was once really sick, when I was a human, and had to go to a hospital and get cut open. My parents sent me flowers to help me get better. I know it's not a real flower, but this is all I have, and maybe it could help you get better too." 667 paused and rubbed an arm nervously.
"Um... I need it to find someone I lost, but you can have it 'till you're better..." as she said this 667 put the silver rose gently beside 17, and smiled, although even at her happiest her smiles seemed not all there for some strange reason, so it looked more like the ghost of a smile. "Get well soon!"
With that said 667 turned and tried to smile again at 70, then she headed towards the entrance of 70's home. [Unless either of you have a reason for her to stay any longer, exit] ((Thank you for letting me do this. ^_^))
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 11, 2009 23:29:33 GMT -8
[No prob! Feel free to find a way back in later if you think it would be a good idea!]
70 recognized the rose as being the same kind that V handed out. Curious. He wondered how 667 and V were connected. She left, though, as soon as she had came. 70 resisted the thought "it was so nice of her to come by" because it sounded much too much like something a housewife would say.
With a clean rag in hand, he went over to 17 and dipped the rag in some of the solvent, then started to gently press it into her arm. It didn't take the oil out as thoroughly as he would have liked, but it was enough to return the blue to her fabric some. He would dab it on, wait a moment, then use another dry rag to soak it up. It was going to take awhile.
"So," he started, trying to break the silence. "Do you have any more questions right now?"
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Post by 17 on Nov 12, 2009 9:31:09 GMT -8
17 looked at the silver rose, smiling at it. She would return it to 667 later.
She felt the solvent settle into her fabric skin as 70 applied it with the rag. She thought a moment, she had a lot of questions to ask, but then again, she didn't want to ask them all at once. She finally decided to speak up when she saw the blue on her skin begin to peek through again.
"A-AAAAAre therrrre annny boooooks arrrrounnd?" She'd like to see if anything medical was around for her to study and satisfy her when she had to feed her urge to Catalog.
[[Short post, sorry, in class D: ]]
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 12, 2009 10:15:42 GMT -8
70 appeared to be a bit puzzled by the question, but then a small smile formed on his face. He stood up and walked out. Though most of his knowledge was inherent, 70 did have a few books stashed away that he'd once taken from the library. Most were medical journals, though he did have some salvaged diagrams of ragdoll designs, skeletons, and functions. Most were no longer in their bindings, though, so 70 could carry the pages with lighter weight. He rooted through them for a moment and picked out on that wouldn't be too advanced for 17 to process.
He returned, dragging several pages with him. "There are more outside." he said, pleased that she was interested in academics. 70 set the stack down in front of the pillow 17 was lying on. "You can catalog while I try to get some of the oil out of your back." The doctor strode around behind 17 and gently pushed her into a sitting position, then went to work trying to clean her up. He frowned when he noticed that her number was now gone.
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Post by 17 on Nov 12, 2009 18:12:26 GMT -8
She cringed at how much more painful it was to actually sit up now. She had no idea about the definition of pain until the Donnie incident and right now. Getting torn apart by the Dragon was quick and painless compared to this.
17 got over the pain as she looked at the gigantic book pages in awe. The one she was looking at now was a rough draft on a doll's skeleton, some side notes in the corners about what metals were best to use, how to make the joints, and other bits and pieces. She was rather interested at it and was actually reading it before she flickered her eyes at it, smiling and temporarily forgetting about the pain she was in.
She finished the page and went to another, using all her might to just move the page out of the way. She succeeded, painfully, but she did succeed. The next page was about how to build the optics, but they were just normal ones. Not ones that could flicker. This page didn't have as much info on it. But hey, it was still interesting her. She flickered her eyes once more, engraving this into her memory.
17 turned the page painfully once more, though this page wasn't one on the Stitchpunk Anatomy, it was more about skill. She read how every doll had some purpose; for fighting, for learning, for entertainment, and for doctoring. 17 knew where she fell on this page as well as 70, although she also knew that they were also quite different from these lists. She flashed her eyes for a long time, making sure she got every single word and detail from these lists.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 12, 2009 23:53:37 GMT -8
70 could tell she was hurting, and that, in turn, hurt him. After cleaning her back as best as he was able, 70 pretty much gave 17 no choice but to lay back down. By that time, she'd gone through most of the pages he brought in. He took them and neatly stacked them off to the side. The doctor attentively fluffed the pillow and pulled a candle out from the corner. It was getting dark. Lighting it with a match, 70 set it near the "bed" and sat adjacent from 17. After about three second, he was lying down, too.
70 realized just how tired he was then. It had been a physically, emotionally, and mentally tolling day. He sighed, thankfully taking the comfort of his own bed. He didn't try to sleep, though. He wanted to be awake if 17 needed something.
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Post by 17 on Nov 13, 2009 8:56:54 GMT -8
17 didn't have any say when 70 set her back down. She was yawning when he did so, it was in fact a tiring day, and trying to even sit up was too much work in itself.
She managed to turn herself over to a comfortable position as she closed her optics, facing 70, and pulling her hood over her optics. She never knew why she did this with her hood, it was just a habit. It wasn't to blocked out the light, she rather enjoyed it's flickering. It reminded her of her secondary way of communication, although she had several different ways; Sign Language, mouthing, Flickering, actual speech...One other that wasn't listed she swore to never use, because that language was what got her torn apart in the first place. She learned it by mistake when she read a book in the room she awoke in. Although she never actually spoke it, that Dragon knew that the child was too into learning, and she had to be rid of.
The child lay still on the pillow, quickly falling asleep after such a tiring day. Every few minutes or so she would stir in place quietly, but she'd stop and continue to rest. She had a tiny smile on her face, even after all the events of the day that should keep her smile permanently off.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 13, 2009 14:55:32 GMT -8
Despite his previous resolve to stay awake, the next thing 70 did was wake up. His arms and legs felt stiff. He must not have stirred much during the night. The doctor got up quietly and stretched. The candle had burned to the wick and was trailing a graceful line of smoke, winding upwards. And it was morning, as a warm glow was present in 70's home. It would get brighter as the day progressed, he knew.
70 tredded quietly to where 17 was fast asleep, a sliver of a smiler on her face. He smiled a bit himself, knowing that it was a sign that she felt safe and comfortable. Looking her over, he paused on each stitch that he had made. He had been in such a panic to save her that he was sure his workmanship had suffered. 70 folded his arms. It could've been worse. A few stitches were glaringly obvious, but the bulk of them were nice and discreet. Gently, he ran a finger through a lock of her hair, then went to his work bench. He could try and get a few things done before she woke up.
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Post by 17 on Nov 13, 2009 15:31:34 GMT -8
17 woke up just before noon, opening her optics to the bright light. She shielded them with her hood, which had shifted overnight just to above them. She squeezed her optics shut and moaned at the light that blinded her for a few moments.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnn..." Her voice dragged on for a moment.
She finally removed her hood from her optics just a bit, seeing specs of dust had collected on them overnight, and wiping them clean with her sleeve that hadn't been touched by oil and solvent.
She looked around the room as much as she could without sitting up, noticing that 70 wasn't there. 17 put her mismatched hands on the pillow and eased herself up, a little bit of pain shooting through her arms. She noticed that the pain wasn't as bad as the day before, but it was enough to make her facial expression change. Maybe she could actually walk today without tripping over herself. The child turned her head to the side, seeing 70 working on something on his workbench. She was curious as to what it was, but she kept quiet and just sat there on the pillow. Since there was more light, 17 gazed around the small home, seeing other details like the blue curtains. She was hurting so bad yesterday she didn't even notice.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 13, 2009 21:58:52 GMT -8
70 was working diligently. It didn't look like much at the moment - mostly just many, many parts spread everywhere. In his hand was a large spring, though..As big as his forearm. He tested it between his hands and was satisfied with its elasticity. Just enough resistance. Then he heard 17 stirring and quickly shoved the spring under the table and covered it with a cloth. If it didn't work, he didn't want her to know that he'd tried.
70 got up from his seat on an overturned mug and went over to 17. He smiled at her a fraction. "How are you feeling..?" She would probably be sore today, more than in just straight pain.
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Post by 17 on Nov 13, 2009 23:05:17 GMT -8
17 looked up to 70 as he came closer to her, smiling a little bit.
"R-Reaaaaalllly sooooore..." She answered, rubbing her original arm with the mismatched one at the elbow. She pulled down her hood from her hair, her optics finally used to the current sunlight. She sat there a few seconds, putting the hood back on. She was to attached to it, literally.
She adjusted herself on the pillow, her legs separated and her hands in front of her on it, just like a human child would sit during something known as "storytime." Although 17 didn't know what she was exactly doing in that spot, she just found it the most comfortable way to sit in this condition. She gave an innocent smile to 70.
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