Snuggles
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Post by Snuggles on May 21, 2013 23:47:54 GMT -5
The rather depressed stuffed animal merely remained on the ground in a sitting motion with it's head tilted back and it's ears hanging limply at it's side as it made soft sobbing sounds underneath the sound of the rain hitting it's defenseless body. She looked to the paper for a bit before tumbling to the ground with a very swift slapping sound as the wet ground slapped against the white 'fur' of the stuffed animal. She laid on her side as she seemed to be very depressed at this point and it only seemed to worsen as the realization that none of these humans could even remotely relate to the pain that their toys probably felt becoming separated with their owners. She slowly pawed at the ground with one of her stub of arms as she didn't seem to notice the reactions Eucliwood was giving to what she had been saying.
Her eyes locked onto a piece of paper which slowly drifted down to the spot on the ground in front of her and both of her mismatched eyes looked towards the piece of people and read the piece of paper before her ears drooped lower to the ground from her laying position. She pawed at the piece of paper before reaching out to Eucliwood and releasing a very soft sigh. ”Sorry... It's hard to trust anyone... The first child after you enjoyed torturing me in his free time. It's painful to have your arms and legs removed only to be sewn back into place.”
[/b] She said, slowly she stood up, taking but two steps forward before wrapping her stub like arms around Eucliwood's right leg. ”I thought you had hated me to allow me to be tortured every day for three years.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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ritsuko
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Never speak so calmly about Death...
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Post by ritsuko on May 22, 2013 9:32:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=valign,top]Don't speak so lightly of death... "Sorry... It's hard to trust anyone... The first child after you enjoyed torturing me in his free time. It's painful to have your arms and legs removed only to be sewn back into place." Eucliwood never really considered other children would have abused a doll. She couldn't think of what to say for once. If she could remember, she would probably reclaim the doll, but her past was a mystery to her. She remembered nothing of it. However, the rabbit would know and Eucliwood needed the rabbit to be with her.
She began to write on the paper. "The past should always be ignored and always look for the future. That's how I am here now." She offered the paper to the rabbit. I thought you had hated me to allow me to be tortured every day for three years.” Eucliwood leaned down and softly rested her head against the rabbit. She closed her eyes and moved her hand over the head softly. "You're safe with me." was written on the paper as she held it out towards the bunny.
She couldn't help but let out a sigh and moved a hand to the rabbit in a sort of offer for peace.
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