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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 19, 2009 17:07:46 GMT -8
70 pulled a needle from his right arm and handed it to 17, then pulled one for himself. He motioned to her with the other hand, then walked over to his workbench. He cleared it off except for two scraps of fabric, then sat down on his overturned tea cup. "Sit in my lap." 70 instructed.
He pointed to the fabric. "Sewing lesson number one," he introduced as he threaded his needle. "There are multiple kinds of stitches you can make. If you're in a hurry, use Basting stitches. If you're low on thread, use Running stitches. If you're like me," 70 grinned, "and worried about thread showing, use a Slipstitch. A strong stitch is a Backstitch."
As he named them, he took her hands, guiding her needle to make an example of each one so she could get the idea.
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Post by 17 on Nov 19, 2009 18:31:29 GMT -8
17 saw him walk over to his workbench, clearing it off. It was time to move again, try to walk. 17 hesitated a moment, the pain from earlier..would it come back? She tried to get up again, her back practically killing her, but she didn't let the pain get to her face. The child was upright as she scurried over to the workbench, climbing onto his lap.
She nodded, listening to him. She watched as he had her tiny hands, showing her how to sew. The only stitch 17 knew about was the Cross Stitch, but she remembered reading a couple of these other stitches in the pages earlier. She enjoyed hands on learning much more than just reading, and she flickered her eyes by habit, making sure it was in her memory. Her optics began to hurt again, so she stopped. Maybe she could just...regularly remember these.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 19, 2009 21:00:21 GMT -8
70 was used to 17's flashing eyes. It acted like a strobe like to him, and made him a little dizzy even though it was just reflecting on the table. "It's not that big of a deal right now, but if you start working like I do, you have to keep two things in your mind: quality and speed. Don't ever be sloppy."
He let go of her hands. "Practice on getting the stitches well done first, then speed up as you improve. You try by yourself for a minute."
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Post by 17 on Nov 19, 2009 21:37:57 GMT -8
The little girl pulled down her hood for once, so the shade of her hood wouldn't distract her. This would be the longest time she'd have her hood off. She had hold of the needle and began to practice the stitches that 70 had just taught her. She didn't flicker her eyes this time as she was remembering the patterns. In, out, turn it this way, knot it off.
She was getting the hang of this, she felt like an old fashioned sewing machine with the different stitch types on the buttons. She began to get the hang of it as she began to gain some speed. She skipped one or two stitches, but it was better than missing three or four.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 20, 2009 15:50:29 GMT -8
70 observed carefully. He didn't make corrections immediately, just took mental notes. She was picking it up quickly, for which 70 was grateful. He wasn't at all patient instructor. He never taught before, simply because he knew that if he got a dumb student, he'd end up ramming their head through a wall, if not something worse.
17 started speeding up, and missed a stitch or two, but it wasn't a disaster. "That's pretty good." he commented, though did point out the missing spots. "Be careful not to miss any stitches."
"Now," the doctor added, "You need to always have something sharp on hand to cut the thread. It's more efficient than having to look for something to cut thread with. I use my hands." 70 wiggles his fingers in front of 17's face. "Always make a strong knot and a close cut. No loose ends."
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Post by 17 on Nov 20, 2009 16:01:49 GMT -8
17 observed the mistakes she made. It was better than making more than she already did, though like 70 had mentioned, she had to be careful not to miss any. She made sure that in the future, she never would make that mistake again. She thought of a way to knot the stitches she had just finished. She stayed silent as she attempted to knot it. The child succeeded, now just a way to cut it. She looked at her new hand, it was sharper than her original one. There seemed to be a few more pluses to her repairs than she thought. Putting her finger to the thread, she cut it at the right length.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 21, 2009 13:17:44 GMT -8
"Good." 70 said, then grabbed his messenger bag. He pulled out several pipes, a small bottle of oil, and both a severed hand and extra optic. Hopefully that wouldn't creep 17 out too badly. He picked up the optic first. "Sometimes you have to do more than just sewing. I know you saw in the diagrams how optics are attached and function. However, if you have to replace one, you have to be sure to do it correctly. You need to have a complete optic, not just part of it." 70 gestured to the wires on the back of it. "All the connectors have to be there, or it won't work."
He set it down and picked up the hand. "Same goes for other parts, really. If they're to work correctly, you need to be sure all the parts are there and work. Sometimes you can improvise, but don't ever count on that."
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Post by 17 on Nov 21, 2009 15:01:42 GMT -8
17 flinched at first as the parts were placed on the workbench, not suspecting they'd be there at that moment. She was a little afraid at first, but she knew she had to get over it. Even if it was truly scary, she had to help the other dolls. 70 can't always do it by himself. She remained silent as she observed the parts when 70 was explaining to her the importance of having every single part. She blinked at the optic that was put to the side. Wanting to lookg at it more closely and see what she should look for if it wasn't working right, she reached for it and carefully shifted it in her hands. This was definitely something to Catalog. She flickered her optics at it, remembering the wires and where they connected. She looked to the hand that 70 was holding. She flickered her optics at it as well for a split second, remembering what it should look like, and engraving his words into her head.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 21, 2009 16:47:50 GMT -8
70 set the hand down and picked up one of the metal rods. "Our skeletons are metal, as you know. Sometimes the frame has to be replaced," he tried not to sound pained when he mentioned it, knowing all too well that he'd had to do that to 17. "-if it becomes too damaged. This is done in sections. There are also hollow "bones" that are used to transfer oil to the joints."
"Unless you're positive of what you're doing, don't mess with the frame." 70 said sternly. "A wrong move can cause disaster for the patient later on."
70 smiled, satisfied with his first lesson. "There are a few other details to learn, but that's the basic overview. The rest will come from observation and practice, really."
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Post by 17 on Nov 21, 2009 17:31:13 GMT -8
"Unless you're positive of what you're doing, don't mess with the frame."
"R-Riiiiiiggggght..." She finally replied, looking at the rod in 70's hand, Catalogging it.
"A wrong move can cause disaster for the patient later on.There are a few other details to learn, but that's the basic overview. The rest will come from observation and practice, really."
"O-Okkkkkaaaay." She nodded, pulling her hood back up over her head, adjusting it so she could at least see. She moved a lock of hair away from her optics, feeling better automatically, being so literally attached to her hood. She had no idea what they would be doing next, though she was extremely curious.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 21, 2009 18:16:22 GMT -8
70 wrapped his arms around 17's middle and gave her a squeeze, putting his head on her shoulder from behind. "Good job, sweetheart." he praised, though feeling awkward about calling her something other than '17' or 'kid'.
"You can practice with anything on the table here. I'll keep things out for you." The doctor turned and set 17 down. "Don't over work yourself, though."
17 was showing promise. She'd make a fine surgeon some day.
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Post by 17 on Nov 21, 2009 20:34:15 GMT -8
The stitchling gave a smile and a slight giggle when he hugged her, happy that she was able to do at least something right, instead of getting herself hurt.
"Good job, sweetheart."
Sweetheart...what did that mean? It wasn't her number...or kid. 17's smile disappeared as she tried to remember. It sounded so familiar to her... What was a sweetheart? Was it something bad? She decided to look into it later...maybe 70 had a dictionary around somewhere.
When 70 set her down, she took a moment to regain her balance, still quite sore. She looked to the workbench, she had been interested in trying to improve her sewing. She wanted to try and perfect it by not skipping a stitch. Although, she had been overworking herself enough as it was for today.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 21, 2009 21:16:37 GMT -8
70 went over and arranged the papers that were strewn all about the floor. He had to keep things clean and neat. Clutter threw his concentration off. The doctor pulled the papers into the corner and sighed. Afterwards, he shuffled back to the pillows and flopped down. He was feeling lethargic.
Face down, he addressed 17, muffled. "Are you all right, 17?" He wanted to make sure that she was sound in mind, too. Her experience would leave more than physical scars, and 70 wanted to know what he needed to deal with.
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Post by 17 on Nov 21, 2009 21:36:13 GMT -8
17 watched as her father flopped down on the pillow, hardly hearing his muffled voice.
"I-IIIIIIII'mmmmm okkkkaaaaay..." She responded, but truth be told, 17 really didn't know if she was alright, aside from her physical being. She took the few steps to the pillow and sat next to 70, thinking. Was she really alright? She decided to change her answer.
"IIIIIIIIII do-don't knooooooooow..." A lot had happened in just a short time...the Donnie incident had seemed to not affect her much mentally if one was to look at her right now, but on the inside, she was screaming still. She was still dead on the inside, remembering that song. Remembering feeling lost..blind...
Hey, let's go... Hey, let's go... We're happy as can be... Let's go for a walk, just you and me... Happy as can be...[/color]
Then the rip of her back. 17 pulled her hood down as far as she could go, shivering. Her hood was being so far pulled down it was close to ripping.
"Nnnnnno! I'mmm noooot! I'mmmmm nooooooooot!" She cried. "I'mmmmm nooo-no-noooot!"
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Nov 22, 2009 11:11:32 GMT -8
70 didn't move until 17 shrieked. The doctor sprang up, instinctively pulling her into his arms, trying his best to comfort her, even though he knew it probably wasn't going to help much. "It's okay, 17. It's okay.." he murmured strongly, rocking her in his embrace. 70 tried to get her to put her hands down so she wouldn't rip her hood.
He regretted bringing it up. She was obviously distressed and disturbed. Not that he blamed her. Maker, he wanted to kill Donnie. He would kill Donnie. One way or another, there was no way he would let him get away with this. Killing and scarring and traumatizing children. Children. What kind of creature did that? It made his oil hot. 70 furrowed his brow and held 17 close.
It was going to be a long recovery.
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