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Post by 986 on Sept 11, 2010 7:55:46 GMT -8
Night had fallen over the outskirts but not all was quiet. A figure moved around slowly through the ruins, glancing around every now and then. 12 let out a sigh after checking out for any danger. "Everything here is so lonely, even when there's still some light..." she quietly said, staring up at the night sky. Some stars were visible through the clouds of gas and dust brought up from the war. Even with no one there, 12 started to sing: Grew up in a small town And when the rain would fall down I'd just stare out my window Dreaming of what could be And if I'd end up happy I would pray Trying hard to reach out But when I'd try to speak out Felt like no one could hear me Wanted to belong here But something felt so wrong here So I pray I could breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly I'll do what it takes ?til I touch the sky And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change And breakaway Out of the darkness and into the sun But I won't forget all the ones that I loved I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change And breakaway
Wanna feel the warm breeze Sleep under a palm tree Feel the rush of the ocean Get onboard a fast train Travel on a jet plane, far away And breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change And breakaway Out of the darkness and into the sun I won't forget all the ones that I loved I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change And breakaway
Buildings with a hundred floors Swinging 'round revolving doors Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but Gotta keep moving on, moving on Fly away, breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change And breakaway Out of the darkness and into the sun But I won't forget the place I come from I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change And breakaway, breakaway breakaway...
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Post by brokenbox on Nov 8, 2010 17:06:54 GMT -8
(Huu, I hope that you don't mind!)
Cursing mentally, 9000 scrabbled after his red scarf. I'm such a fool, he thought bitterly. He removes his scarf, for just a moment, one little, short moment, and the wind blows it away. While running, he removes his shoulder bag and tosses it onto the ground. With less weight on him, he could easily catch up to his red target. Throwing himself at the ground he managed to pin the scarf under him, and grab a good hold of it as well. At the impact, the grunted and then coughed as some dust stirred up.
Sitting up, he looked at the accessory in his hand, he sighed, "Got 'cha..."
Realizing that he was speaking to an inanimate object, the Loner shook his head. Snorting a little, he stood up and dusted himself and then scarf before wrapping it around his neck. Trudging back to his bag, he bend down and took a hold of the strap, but then stopped. Standing straight, he listened more closely. Yes, something was definitely out there. Putting his bag on his shoulder, the lonesome doll spun around on his heel, trying to pin-point the source.
"And breakaway, breakaway breakaway..."
The wind blew, weaving itself through the doll's long, black hair that had been tied into a ponytail. One optic scanned the horizon, and only one, for the other one was veiled by his hair.
"What the...?" he mumbled quietly.
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Post by 986 on Nov 8, 2010 17:26:51 GMT -8
(LIFE! i don't mind.) 12 lingered about after singing. No need to run off yet, doesn't seem like anything was out tonight. Then, a sound. Slight rustling sound. Was that a voice? 12 shook her head. No, couldn't be someone. This land was barren most of the time, especially at night. Yet, 12 was cautious. Glancing about she didn't see anyone or anything. Just the wind playing tricks on me... she thought quietly. The navy stitchpunk shifted quietly, mind wandering as she looked back up at the stars.
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Post by brokenbox on Nov 8, 2010 17:32:55 GMT -8
He began to walk. The wind blew, tossing the ends of the scarf behind the doll, revealing the number '9000.' Mh, he though, funny, I thought that I heard something.
"It's probably the wind," he murmured to himself.
9000 began to walk, his gaze cast to the ground, at his own feet. Why he was in the Outskirts, no one knew. In fact, even he himself did not know why he was in such a barren area. There was barely anything out there, except Machines and Rogues. The wind eventually died down, allowing the doll to lift up his face. He looked at the sky, but did not get the view he had hoped for.
Stars. You could barely see them. They were blocked by smoke, and gray, polluted clouds. Humans, such harmful beings...
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Post by 986 on Nov 8, 2010 17:37:40 GMT -8
12 stayed around. "I outta get moving again, at least find somewhere to go." she said to herself, quietly. Looking around again she walked slowly. She was more focused on what few stars dotted the skies. In a way, stars were lonely, so far apart they were from each other. It was like that down there, for most loners. Yet, 12 didn't want to live in a restricted lifestyle with a large group of others. That's why she stayed on her own. Easy to just move along, nothing to hold her back then.
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Post by brokenbox on Nov 9, 2010 14:14:11 GMT -8
"I outta get moving again, at least find somewhere to go."
At that, 9000 stopped. Alright, maybe it wasn't the wind. He looked around and then called out, hesitatingly.
"...Hello?"
His voice was muffled by the red scarf, which he pulled down as he waited for a reply.
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Post by 986 on Nov 9, 2010 16:10:43 GMT -8
12 wandered on for a bit when she heard something. A voice, strange in a way and muffled. "Hello?" Someone's out here? 12 wondered looking about. Turning around, the navy stitchpunk looked out. Was that someone on the horizon, or was the sky playing tricks on her? It can happen, being so late at night the wind and air can be tricky. Still, she called out. "Is someone there?" Indeed, another wanderer out and about? 12 wondered to herself.
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Post by brokenbox on Nov 10, 2010 14:39:38 GMT -8
He waited. And waited. Sighing heavily, he raised his foot to take another step, that is until...
"Is someone there?"
Placing his foot down, he raised his head high. Someone definitely was here!
"Over here!" he called out to the voice.
But alas, he soon realized his mistake. What if it was a hostile Rogue? Or even worse, a Traitor? The doll immediately took cover inside a tattered shoe box.
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Post by 986 on Nov 10, 2010 15:07:01 GMT -8
12 waited for a while. Soon enough, she was about to turn around and head off again when she heard a voice again. "Over here!" Turning around, the navy stitchpunk started heading towards the voice. When she went quite a few feet she saw no one. Perhaps it was nothing.....she thought. Then, another thought entered her mind. What if this is a trap? 12 looked around, tensed. "If someone's there come out! I know your there!" she shouted. If this person wants a fight then I will fight. If they are harmless I back down. She thought quietly.
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Post by brokenbox on Nov 10, 2010 15:38:19 GMT -8
He pressed his back against the box's wall, as he heard footsteps.
For a while, it was quiet but then a voice called out.
"If someone's there come out! I know your there!"
Hesitatingly, 9000 peered at the other doll. He cataloged them for a while until he had come to the conclusion, that he could handle them if the she was hostile. Quietly he stepped out of the box. His feet came in contact with the ground in a quiet shuffle.
"Here I am," he announced calmly.
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Post by 986 on Nov 10, 2010 15:47:45 GMT -8
12 was about to leave again, ready to just forget about it, hoping that it wasn't a trap. Then she heard quiet shuffling. Here I am, The navy stitchpunk turned to the other stitchpunk. He didn't seem like a threat but she didn't let her guard down. A lot of bad things could happen if you show trust too soon. She stared quietly, trying to understand as much as she could about the other stitchpunk without questioning.
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Post by brokenbox on Nov 15, 2010 15:11:49 GMT -8
His red scarf covered half of his face when he had emerged from hiding. He stood in front of the other doll, facing her. 9000 watched her closely with one optic, just in case she'd try to do anything funny. As he watched her like a hawk, he also cataloged her. Taking in her appearance, the way she stood, the expression on her face, what she carried, every single detail that he saw, he took it in.
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Post by 986 on Nov 15, 2010 15:51:08 GMT -8
The navy stitchpunk was doing the same thing as the other stitchpunk did. He wore a red scarf and had a ponytail of hair, not something you would often see but that didn't bother her at all. Many appearances, many faces. It was that simple to her. Both were still very quiet, sizing each other up, seeing if they were a threat. 12 was the one to eventually break the silence between the two rag dolls. "Who are you?" she asked cautiously.
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Post by brokenbox on Nov 23, 2010 14:38:21 GMT -8
"Who are you?" the female doll asked.
He did not respond at first. Could he trust his name with this person? Hesitating a little, he introduced himself:
"Tony. Who're you?"
Tony. That's what some rag-dolls called him. Tony. It was a nickname given to him by a friend he held very close to him.
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Post by 986 on Nov 23, 2010 14:51:06 GMT -8
Tony.... Remember that. She told herself. "12." she replied. She didn't have any of those human names, never saw the need to have one. Didn't bug her anyway. She was relaxing a bit more by now. He didn't look like he was going to attack her, which was good. She didn't wanna fight anyway. 12 was quiet again, eying the one named Tony. Let's face it, not many others out here, might as well get a good look at the fellow stitchpunk, you never know... Besides, 12 wasn't very good with being.....social all the time.
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