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Post by Shooku on Apr 6, 2011 15:47:34 GMT -8
((For now this is for me and Minion only~)) ..... "Hmmm... hmm hm hmmm~" The desolate silence of the Emptiness was broken as the sound of humming echoed off the piles of rubbish that decorated the landscape. The carefree sound was cheerful, but as it bounced around the dreary environment, the quietness gave it a slightly lonely tone. The source of the small tune wasn't at all lonely, though. At least, that's what she was telling herself. Staring at her clawed feet as she scuffed them through the dusty earth, the stitchling pursed her lips in concern. She hadn't seen her Daddy in a long time, and she was beginning to wonder if he was alright. What if he needed her help? She didn't know where he was, and he could be in danger. She shook her head, causing her hair to flop against her face. He'd be okay. He'd made her stronger, after all. Smiling faintly at the thought, Aspen pulled her blade closer to herself and continued dragging it after her as she shuffled through the Emptiness. After a bit she resumed humming softly, more to herself than anything.
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Post by ☼ Minion ☼ on Apr 9, 2011 22:47:48 GMT -8
It had been a long time since 77 strayed so far from her home, forcing her to stop every few minutes to glance back...as if to contemplate her return. Something kept her from turning around though, if anything venturing further into the vast wastelands ahead. It amazed her how different everything seemed in this desolate place from how she remembered it. The piles of debris she had once used to hide and rummage through almost looked smaller somehow, less intimidating.
As a matter of fact, everything seemed to feel that way now. She even stood straighter...confident.
...so you could imagine her disappointment as she flinched and froze up at the sound of someone approaching.
Old habits were apparently harder to break then she would have hoped. Thankfully though, her alarm faded as she heard the faint humming, having come to associate the sound as a positive action. Her caution began to border curiosity, perking up a little and gazing into the direction of the noise, her optics whirring as she contemplated her next action. It took her a few moments, but she seemed to coax herself forward...if only to see where the sound was coming from and nothing else. The striped doll starting forward with silent footsteps, another habit she'd most likely never break.
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77 was surprised to see a small stitchling ahead of her, peeking out from the trash enough to get a good look of the doll. She tilt her head with an weak frown as she noticed the scars on the child, stepping out halfway as if to offer some sort of assistance when she froze some at something. ...The stitchling had a knife. 77 blinked, as if surprised she hadn't caught the rather large weapon at first glance. Why did the young doll have it? Surely it was just for protection. Despite the thought, 77's instincts made her twitch back slightly, begging her to go back behind the debris and hide...though she didn't.
However, she also didn't step out completely either, sort of stuck half hidden and half exposed in the debris, most likely visible to Aspen.
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Post by Shooku on Apr 10, 2011 10:35:17 GMT -8
Aspen paused, catching the faint sound of movement nearby. Letting her humming trail off into silence, she glanced around curiously, almost immediately spotting 77's half-hidden form amid the piles of debris. Her optics clicked as she studied the she-doll with child-like curiosity, not fearful in the least. After all, what was there to be afraid of if pain was a good thing?
The cream-colored stitchling's face broke into an innocent grin. "Hi!" she called out cheerfully, waving to the stranger as she eagerly trotted over to meet her. The groove her blade was leaving in the dirt veered as it was dragged along behind Aspen.
"I'm Aspen! Who're you?" the child questioned, excited to be meeting someone new. Maybe they could help her find her father.
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