Well This Makes Things Awkward(Open)

[Doll Renee James]

Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this
horrible world And this suggestion of horror The portraits
their eyes they always seem to follow

Doll looked around wondering how she got herself into this mess. All she had done was get into the car with her friend. They went and partied for a while and then decided to go home. Her friend found a cute guy before they left and it was to the streets for, Doll.

She let a sigh escape her lips. She was new to New York and somehow she'd found her way to the 'bad' part of town. Strip clubs were all over the place. Doll just wanted to find her way home. She would've hailed a taxi if she hadn't left her purse in her friends car. She saw a rough looking guy over on the next block. She ran over to get directions. The guy looked a little drunk and really shady.

"Sir, do you know how to get to the subway?" He looked at her and began to speak a foreign language. Doll's eyebrows knitted together and a frown dakened her face. She smiled at him and then backed away. She began to meander down random streets, but she had no idea where she was. She seemed to be going in circles. She finally just sat down and huffed. She leaned back on a wall when a creepy guy came close to her. He was dingy and smelleed of cheap beer. His hair was dark, shaggy, and unwashed. His facial features were unrecognizable because they were bathed in shadows.

"Hello there, want to have a party at my house?" Doll stared at him with round eyes. Part of her was frightened, but the other part wanted to laugh at his terrrible pick-up line. She shook her head, but he reached down and grabbed her arm roughly. She tried to kick, punch, and bite him. Nothing seemed to work. She began to scream, but it did no good.

tune this tale of terror the solemn
tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

come on let your colors burst *

if you only knew what the future holds after a hurricane comes a rainbow

[atrb=align,center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2csga4i.jpg); padding: 5px;] Why do I always try to make up short cuts like this? Anastasia thought irritably, looking around. The bright flashing lights and XXX signs were incredibly disconcerting, but she just had a few more blocks before she was out of here. . . . Oh I hope no one from the mansion spots me here. . . . Gonna be tough one to explain to Urjasz. . . . “Hey pretty lady you lost?” Anastasia squeaked and whirled around to see a rather inebriated looking man leering at her. She took in a deep breath of air and promptly scurried across the street, her head down and hands balled into fists. For a creature of the night, she sure was a timid little thing. After several steps she finally worked up the courage to look up away from her feet to the path of ahead of her and she spotted another young lady probably around her own age having some problems with some guy. The little hyena girl looked around fretfully, wondering if anyone was going to help, but it sure didn’t look like it. Instantly her heart jumped into her throat, but she wasn’t going to be one of those people who saw something happening and did nothing about it. Not anymore. Quickly Anastasia scurried into action. “Oh! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” she declared as naturally as she could manage. It still wasn’t really all that convincing, however. She was visibly trembling from her nerves and her voice shook as the lie poured out. However, she tried her best to continue anyway. She turned toward the guy and mustered up the best fake smile she could manage. “Thanks for finding my friend!” Anastasia squeaked, her voice cracking as she tried to tug the girl toward her. “Now hold on, missy. You both can come to my party. . . . It’ll be a blast,” the guy sneered. Anastasia recognized the tone in his voice all too well and she faltered, her body trembling even worse than it had been. It was a tone she’d heard several times. . . she wished she’d never heard it. Anastasia swallowed hard. “We’re busy but maybe next time,” she insisted, her free hand balling into a fist. She slowly reached into her bag. Dammit! This is what I get for trying to be brave for once in my life! she thought miserably, momentarily thinking about just ditching the girl and running off. Anastasia was a lot of things—coward including one of them—but she was not the kind of person who would just leave this girl. “Don’t be like that, sweetheart.” The guy smirked and reached for her too. Moment of truth! Be strong! Anastasia coached herself, whipping out a receipt she still had in her bag from earlier that day when she’d purchased a new pair of sunglasses. The crumpled piece of paper immediately straightened out and she held it out in front of her like a knife, placing herself between the girl and the creeper. It might have been a bit more heroic if she wasn’t only five feet tall. The guy chuckled and looked dubious. “Is that a receipt?” As he reached for her again, Anastasia slashed at him with the paper and it scored a deep gouge into his wrist, blood falling to the ground in quick little droplets. It was much worse than your ordinary paper cut. He cried out and scrambled backwards, holding his bleeding appendage. “What the fuck?” he snarled, looking ready to jump at Anastasia. She was shaking like a leaf, but was keeping her ground nonetheless. Before he went into attack mode, the creeper glanced around and noticed the people walking by. In such a public place the scene wouldn’t be able to go one much longer. He growled and then turned on his heel. “So not worth it,” Anastasia heard him mutter to himself before he crawled off back to the hole he’d come from. Once he was gone, Anastasia relaxed and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Had he come at her she didn’t know what she would have done. Still trembling, she turned toward the girl and offered her a reassuring smile. “Did he h-hurt you?” she stammered. Despite the fear, she felt immensely proud of herself. VOCAB: 722 PARTNER: Doll OOC: I be invading yer threads. CREDITING: made my crayola/anastasia. lyrics by Katy Parry

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine just own the night

[Doll Renee James]

Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this
horrible world And this suggestion of horror The portraits
their eyes they always seem to follow

Doll looked at the small girl in front of her. She was short and blonde. Doll's eyes were still wide from the size of the wound on that guy's arm. She couldn't believe a receipt could do that kind of damage. She noticed the girl was talking to her. She recognized the words you and hurt. She fixed her eyes on the girls face and shook her head slowly. She then pushed herself up onto her feet and noticed she towered over the other girl by six or seven inches. When she had finally gotten her voice back she put it to good use.

"Um, thanks. I'm fine." She threw the girl a grateful smile. "I'm Doll. What's your name?" Doll wasn't good with that whole speaking thing, but she certainly liked to talk. She was still thinking about that receipt. She stood there somewhat awkwardly. That girl didn't look like she would be able to do that. She'd have to be an extreme bodybuilder. Doll metaphorically shrugged her shoulders. She had to admit to herself that she trusted this girl she hardly knew.

"You have to teach me how to do that." Doll smiled at her again and gestured with her hand that they should walk away.

tune this tale of terror the solemn
tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

come on let your colors burst *

if you only knew what the future holds after a hurricane comes a rainbow

[atrb=align,center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2csga4i.jpg); padding: 5px;] Once again Anastasia found herself looking up at someone, but she was used to it by now and didn’t falter, merely smiled up at her, relieved that she wasn’t injured. “Oh, good to hear,” she responded quietly, having a bit of trouble meeting the other woman’s gaze like she did with everyone. I think she’s human. . . . Oh I’ve never been any good at telling these things, she thought to herself, glancing over the girl for a moment or two. “Doll?” she confirmed. The lack of an offered hand shake kept Anastasia’s arms at her side. “My name’s Anastasia. . . . But most people just call me Ana.” Her smile turned a little less reserved, but she had a subconscious thought about whether or not her accent was still present. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been when she’d first moved from Russia, but it sometimes managed to poke out. Obediently following the gesture, Anastasia slowly started to make her way back in the direction she had been going. She grimaced a little when asked to show the girl how to do what she had done. “Oh. . . . Ah. . . . It’s not really. . . that simple,” she muttered, ducking her head. “It’s not really. . . ah, something I can teach.” Geez I hope she doesn’t push any further. . . it’ll be so hard to explain this to someone like her, she thought miserably. Maybe this was the real reason she never did anything heroic. Quickly, she tried to change the subject. “Are you going anywhere in particular? Are you lost? I mean I’m just about as lost as anyone in this place but once we’re out of the red light district I should be able to point you in the right direction,” she offered, hoping she didn’t sound like she thought Doll was a completely idiot. I need to get out of the mansion and socialize more. . . . VOCAB: 332 PARTNER: Doll OOC: rawr CREDITING: made my crayola/anastasia. lyrics by Katy Parry

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine just own the night

[Doll Renee James]

Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this
horrible world And this suggestion of horror The portraits
their eyes they always seem to follow

Doll smiled at Anastasia, or Ana as most people called her. She seemed nice and Doll couldn't tell if she was foriegn, but her name did. Of course many girls had that name.

"Oh well, hi Ana." Doll watched as Ana tried to explain about her amazing stunt from before. Doll saw the girl was uncomfortable and dropped the subject. Ana reminded her of herself when people asked about what had happened to her family. She was only 17 and had been living alone for many years. Doll thought about where she was going after this.

"Actually now that you mention it, I've been walking around in circles for hours. I'm trying to make it to the subway. You would think that you could find a subway stop on every corner." Doll smiled at her own poor excuse of a joke. New York has a big subway system... Usually Doll could burst out great witty works of her own creativity, but that creeper had thrown her off her game.

tune this tale of terror the solemn
tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

come on let your colors burst *

if you only knew what the future holds after a hurricane comes a rainbow

[atrb=align,center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2csga4i.jpg); padding: 5px;] Though she tried her best not to show it, Anastasia was relieved that the girl didn’t press the matter any further. It was bad enough that she’d shown her special little talent in front of someone who wasn’t like her. It was necessary. . . . If you hadn’t we both would have gotten kidnapped or something, Anastasia told herself, trying to press down the guilt. If she was doing it to protect herself and another, surely Urjasz wouldn’t be too upset at her. If it was even possible for him to be upset at her. The girl was lost, though. It was a good sign, though, as it was something that Anastasia would be able to find quite easily. “Oh, I have to get to the subway too so you’re in for some good luck,” Anastasia assured the girl—Doll. Anastasia glanced around once again to gain her bearings and she took in a deep breath, letting it out quickly as if she was sighing, but she was scenting the air. “There aren’t many subway stations in this area. . . . But a few blocks from here there should be.” Glancing at the street, Anastasia slowly started to cross the street once the coast was clear. Not that many cars made their way through this particular street. “Yes. . . there it is!” she declared once she spotted the tell-tale rails and slightly raised sign declaring the station. Feeling even more proud of herself, Anastasia glanced back to smile at Doll. “Normally I’m the one being led around by someone else. This is kind of new to me,” she commented off-handedly. “Mind if we ride together? I have to go to the third to last stop from here.” VOCAB: 290 PARTNER: Doll OOC: eeeep late reply! >< CREDITING: made my crayola/anastasia. lyrics by Katy Parry

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine just own the night

[Doll Renee James]

Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this
horrible world And this suggestion of horror The portraits
their eyes they always seem to follow

Doll grinned when Ana said she was in luck. Doll rarely had good luck, but there was a first for everything. So there weren't as many subway stations as she had thought on first arrival. That would make life a little harder. Suddenly Ana exclaimed that they were in front of the station.

"That must be interesting being led everywhere. It would certainly help you avoid unnecessary detours. Of course some times detours are the best part of the trip." She shut herself up afraid she was rambling a little too much. So Ana was going to the third to last stop. Doll smiled she was getting off there too. But, she had to walk a little way to get to her own home, or really her apartment.

"I don't mind if we ride together. I'm getting off at that stop as well." Before Doll knew it they were near the actual subway train. Doll waited for the doors to open.

tune this tale of terror the solemn
tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

come on let your colors burst *

if you only knew what the future holds after a hurricane comes a rainbow

[atrb=align,center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2csga4i.jpg); padding: 5px;] Anastasia smiled sheepishly. “Well, interesting not much. . . but it certainly keeps me from getting lost. . . . Usually it keeps me from getting into trouble to. I’m a bit of a trouble magnet. I could use a less interesting life, to tell you the truth,” she explained, looking down at the steps as they descended into the underground tunnel. Detours. . . . Anastasia had taken enough detours to last her a life time. Her fists clenched as a certain memory of her death—well, what she liked to call her death, anyway, but was really just the day she was turned—flitted through her head once again. Now’s not the time. You’ve gotten over that, she told herself, lifting her chin. The small blonde came to a stop behind the line people were encouraged to stand behind and peered into the tunnel, glad to see that she wouldn’t have to stand there and wait too long. . . . She hated standing for long periods of time. She looked back at Doll as she was informed that she would be getting off at the same time, too. “Oh, really? Small world, isn’t it?” she commented, smiling gently. The train pulled to a stop and as common courtesy dictated, everyone waited for the passengers already on the train to get off before they all boarded. Anastasia managed to squeeze her way through and sit down on a bench, glad that the train wasn’t so full that she would be able to sit down for the majority of the trip. So long as no elderly or pregnant women showed up, in which case she would have no choice but to give up her seat. As the doors closed and the ride started, Anastasia turned to Doll. “Is Doll short for something? I mean. . . if you don’t mind me asking?” VOCAB: 290 PARTNER: Doll OOC: Hope I didn't take too long this time. CREDITING: made my crayola/anastasia. lyrics by Katy Parry

you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine just own the night

[Doll Renee James]

Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this
horrible world And this suggestion of horror The portraits
their eyes they always seem to follow

Doll closed her eyes trying to imagine all the detours Ana had had. She didn't sound very happy about them. Doll thought of the detours she had taken, but they were parts of trips. She had never really planned out a road map for her life.


"Trouble magnet 'ay?" Doll smiled at the thought of the accent that had come out in her voice. She had picked it up from her friend and it came out at random moments.


"I think I could probably have used a less interesting life myself, but then I wouldn't be quite the person I am now." Doll thought about her family. She couldn't bare to think about what she might have been like. She probably would have never understood her own immortality. She would have been a happy little teenager. She was almost glad that her past happened the way it did.


Doll was pulled from her reverie by Ana saying something like 'small world.' Doll smiled and nodded her head. Then Ana asked her about her name. She didn't really like her first name and had asked her parents to call her Doll.


"Well my actual first name is Dahlia but I don't really care for it. I prefer Doll." She smiled and sat down beside Ana. But she put some room between herself and the other girl so she wouldn't be so close.


OOC: I don't mind when people take a long time to post:D

tune this tale of terror the solemn
tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet