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entranceway2014-01-08 06:28 pm
screeee) wrote in entranceway2014-01-08 06:28 pm
--6 [Action] Need A New Game Need A New Something More
[On the stairs between the third and second floor, there's a... Thing that might look familiar to some people. We're not talking about the slinky flip-flopping down the steps, or the pretty, if old-fashioned looking doll seated at the top of the stairs, but the lanky, armoured... person sitting with them.
Granted, they're probably more familiar with her screaming and growling and making a lot of noise down by the docks, and not... However she's like now. Her light doesn't seem as bright and as red, but that could be from her being in the nice, well-lit decor of the mansion instead of the beach at night. Her armour isn't even as rusty - though it's obviously worn in places and tarnished in others - with the cleanest spot being a little round medal with #3 engraved on it, recently bolted to her shoulder-guard. The needle is even absent! (But not the rest of the apparatus, or the other, smaller spear on the other wrist.)
And that's... all she's doing, watching her slinky go down the steps and then jumping down after it, picking it up, bounding back to the top of the stairs, and sending it down all again. The doll doesn't seem to be more than a spectator to this game.
Pretty harmless so far, even with the armour and reputation. Er- all the same, you might want to postpone whatever business you have on the second or third floor, if you don't want to get too close to her.]
Granted, they're probably more familiar with her screaming and growling and making a lot of noise down by the docks, and not... However she's like now. Her light doesn't seem as bright and as red, but that could be from her being in the nice, well-lit decor of the mansion instead of the beach at night. Her armour isn't even as rusty - though it's obviously worn in places and tarnished in others - with the cleanest spot being a little round medal with #3 engraved on it, recently bolted to her shoulder-guard. The needle is even absent! (But not the rest of the apparatus, or the other, smaller spear on the other wrist.)
And that's... all she's doing, watching her slinky go down the steps and then jumping down after it, picking it up, bounding back to the top of the stairs, and sending it down all again. The doll doesn't seem to be more than a spectator to this game.
Pretty harmless so far, even with the armour and reputation. Er- all the same, you might want to postpone whatever business you have on the second or third floor, if you don't want to get too close to her.]
it's okay! don't worry about it <3
Now it is, then.
[Turning, he starts to make his way back the way he's come from, up the stairs, but not without glancing back to check if she's following. When he sees that she is, he just smiles to himself and keeps climbing. Honestly, somewhere in his mind he's come to think of her as something of a younger sister - someone to look out for, to make sure she's doing okay, and spend some time with her. The fact that she's following him around with toys in her arms only helps.
Reaching the third floor, Wash starts his way down the hall towards his room and he casts another glance back over his shoulder at her.]
You need any help? [Nodding to the toys, he's really mostly just asking because it's weird to walk in silence with someone, but he knows she can't exactly respond to much more than yes or no questions without typing.]
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But this man his and nice armour had been consistently friendly so far! He wore armour and didn't ignore her or try to steal her things or fight her! He was even helping her get more toys! It had been a long time since she had a friend outside of her Sisters!
When she's not thinking about this, her thoughts are on what she'd do for this doll's new head. Nails for eyes? Nah, that would catch on things. A baseball, or something sturdier? Hair, or just a hat? It would also depend on what she could find in the closets to work with. Hm...]
[She shakes her head when he asks if she needs help. She's just carrying a slinky and a doll, and they don't weigh nearly as much as a small child or two! Or a struggling grown-up! Or large broken parts of - well you get the idea! And anyway, it's her stuff! So no she's fine thank you.]
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It doesn't take long before he reaches room 619, where he steps up and opens the door, revealing a very clean, almost to the point of looking sterile room. It had taken to mimicking the bunks he'd lived in, on the ship back home, with smooth metal walls, and metal pretty well everything else, too. Except, you know, the bed, and also a small, round rug on the floor beside the bed, which happens to be a shade of purple. ...It was the only colour the closet would give him, okay? Eventually he just gave in and accepted it.
With a slight sheepish smile tossed back to her, he leaves the door open so she's free to keep standing just outside, or come in if she likes, while he moves inside to find the doll. The white sheets of the bed are covered in shed orange fur, and the source is currently curled up in the middle of the bed, eyes following Wash as he heads for the desk - Apricot the kitten. The Christmas present that didn't freak Wash right out.]
Found it. [Still talking mostly for his own sake, he scoops the doll up off the desk where he'd had it set and turns back to her, holding it up so she can see.]
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The rug is interesting because it's a colour - but it's not as interesting as the little orange thing on the bed. She stares at that one, really intently. She's seen things that look almost like it. Though the ones she saw were never moving.
Fortunately her attention snaps back to friend in armour when he speaks.
She straightens immediately and rushes over to him to study the doll in his hand, turning her head this way and that, thinking about what she can do for the head.
Then she adjusts her toys to free up one hand and takes the headless doll without waiting for invitation - he was giving it to her anyway, it didn't matter. She keeps silently studying the doll and turning it around, seeming to forget about the rest of the world. Hm... Maybe if she could find a baseball, those always made good heads...]
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Looks good?
[Just to make sure she's satisfied with it, he has to ask. If anything, she can consider it a late Christmas gift from him, if she even knows what Christmas is. Maybe call it an early (or late???) birthday present. Or just a gift. Who cares! He finally unloaded the creepy doll on someone who actually wants it and will make use of it. It's good for everyone!]