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 Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:13 am
 I. STORY
II. DOLL MODELS
III. FACT AND FICTION
IV. RULES
V. ANNOUNCEMENTS
VI. CHARACTER PROFILES
VII. FAQ
VIII. NPCS
IX. DOLLS
X. HUMANS
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:14 am
 I. STORY Izawa Riko has never had a boyfriend and she has been rejected by every boy she has ever had a crush on. When she returns a lost cell phone to an oddly dressed salesman, she mentions wanting a boyfriend so to thank her, he directs her to his company's website. When she visits the site, Riko finds its a site to create your own lover. Thinking its a game, she customizes and accidentally orders one. The next day a huge box is delivered to her apartment and out of it falls the young man she ordered the night before... naked. After finding the instructions she awakens him with a kiss. He smiles at her and says: "Hello, girlfriend!" She later names him "Night." Three days later, she is shocked to learn that she only had him for a free trial. The salesman, Gaku Namikiri, tells her that she must now pay 100,000,000 yen for Night, or they will waive the fee if she helps them to collect data about how women think and feel to help perfect future models. A long time has passed since the time of Izawa Riko and her lover, Night Tenjo. Thanks to the information they collected, Kronos Heaven is on the verge of one of its biggest product debuts in company history. After ten long years the next generation of the popular Nightly Lover series is finally ready to revolutionize the world. There is, however, one last thing to do before the model 02s’ were ready for the market: a trial run. It took some persuasion, but Rosario De Martinique, the genius behind the model 02 technology, was determined and won the support of the company’s big shots. A survey would be conducted at a Young Entrepreneurs Fair on “Your Ideal Lover”. Those who participated could win three days with their fantasy boyfriend. It was a good plan. Not only did the company get to see how their product will be received, but Rosario would get a chance to show off his skills and make sure his creations are exactly what they’re supposed to be: perfect.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:16 am
 II. NIGHTLY LOVER SERIES Since the model 02s’ were born from the first Nightly Lover series, the share some of the same attributes. True to their name, the dolls are each abnormally beautiful, too perfect to be human. It isn’t necessary for them to eat or sleep but to seem more human they can if they want. Although they seem to be human they are still machines and therefore reap the benefits. They do not age. They do not get sick. They do, however, die. Just like their predecessors, the model 02s have a power source that eventually will drain away and die. It is one of the problems that was improved, but not completely solved. Rosario was able to make some improvements. The model 02s are a good balance between machine and biology. It is possible that a better description of these dolls is “android” rather than your typical robot. They are able to bleed and bruise when hurt, but they are unable to heal themselves, that’s an area for work for the model 03s.Their minds are rather blank when the customer receives them, but they are able to think and learn and make their own decisions. Depending on the owner the dolls are even capable of developing real emotions besides the ones they were programmed to have (ex. Love, hatred, sorrow). III. FACTS ABOUT THE DOLLS - arrive at the customers home deactivated. - clothes not included in purchase. - a sensor is built into the lips of every model. In order to activate the doll the owner must kiss them. The action triggers “start up” and registers them as the dolls “Lover”. - the doll is designed to fulfill everyone of their customers desires so there is always an underlining surge of sexual tension. - Night’s ring is a mechanism that reads the “human emotions” of his perceived partner. The stone is usually white. If his partner is happy it’s red. Angry: blue. It turns black when she’s sad. And when she feels good it’s pink; a “pleasing shade of pleasure!” - barcode on the back of their ears. - Although it is not easy to do so, when kissed by another person the doll undergoes “start up-reboot”. Nine out of ten times the dolls memory is erased, but sometimes the doll remembers who their ex-lover is. - there is a reason why the Nightly Lover series was built for sex. If you don’t want to lose your doll to another person you have to make him permanently yours. After the first time the customer has sex with their doll it initializes “Loyal Lover” mode and they can never be taken away from you. - although dolls can be instructed to do so, kissing another doll will not trigger "start up-reboot". A doll cannot be the owner of another doll.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:19 am
IV. RULES -This is a LITERATE role play, designed to practice the skill of character development. -At least one paragraph per post, three to five sentences. I know I'm considerably long-winded when I post so I don't expect the same from everyone else, but I do expect a little thought when you reply. -No symbols to depict actions. Example: "Jo was like biggrin when he heard what Janie said". Any post that uses symbols to depict actions will be denied instantly. Why? Because they obviously didn’t read the rules. -No God-moding. -Respect. Plain and simple. -Keep it clean folks. Cursing is allowed but try to reframe from using the "f" word multiple times in a sentence. Also romance is encouraged, but for cybering take to PM please. Groping is okay though. Basically try to keep it PG-16 and below. V. ANNOUNCEMENTS
- Accepting profiles for both human and doll characters. PM the little beauties to me if you're interested biggrin
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:26 am
VI. CHARACTER PROFILE The Breakdown:I realize the profile is a bit long, especially the ones for the owners, so I thought I would do a brief point-by-point breakdown of the parts that I think might be the most confusing. I’ll start with the owner’s profile: Lovers: This is pretty self explanatory. The name of the Doll you claim will be posted here. You can have more than one Doll, but it may be better if you wait to take on such a responsibility. Acquaintances: This is where you list the people that you have any type of relationship with and what that entails (ex. Johnny Smith, classmate since elementary school.) This is mainly for NPCs or other members of the roleplay. If you don’t have any then please leave this spot blank. Romantic Interest(s): Again, this is pretty self explanatory. Does your character have a crush on anybody? Or do they already have a girlfriend/boyfriend before they receive their Doll in the mail? If not, please leave blank. Other: Is there anything else you would like everyone to know about your character? If there is anything at all please enter it here. ONWER
[b]Gaian Name:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]D.O.B:[/b]
[b]Lover(s):[/b]
[b]Orientation:[/b]
[b]Seme/Uke/Switch[/b]
[b]Description:[/b] (Picture optional)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Hobbies/Talents:[/b] (Optional)
[b]Habits:[/b] (Optional)
[b]Acquaintances:[/b] (Optional)
[b]Romantic Interest(s):[/b] (Optional)
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
[b]Magic Word:[/b] Read all of the information and you should have no trouble finding it. The Doll profile is relatively simpler than that for the owner because they’re not supposed to be that complex so soon after they’ve been created. You have to remember people that whichever Doll you claim is brand spanking new. The man who is in charge of this little operation has made it especially for you. So, there is a lot of room for a Doll to grow and develop. Ring: This is the mechanism that allows the Doll to recognize the emotions of the humans around it. Just describe what it looks like so that it is unique to your character. Seme/Uke/Switch: The reason why this is optional is because the Dolls are supposed to suit the needs of their owners therefore they can be whatever their owner wants them to be. That includes whether they are on top of submissive in romantic situations. But this all depends on how much control you want to give to the person who has claimed you. Do what makes you comfortable. Far be it from me to tell anyone how to design/run their characters. Requirements: First off the magic word is Les Soldats. Now since the Dolls were made specifically to suit the needs of their human lover, you get to list ten skills/personality quirks that you want this Doll to have. It can be pretty much anything you want. Do you want the Doll to be a great cook? Is he a third degree black belt in martial arts? Is he smart? Does he get jealous easily? Can he sing? You get the idea. However, the person who is playing the Doll gets to make the final decision and choose which five they want from your list. You will submit this list when you PM me to claim one of the Dolls that hasn’t been taken yet. DOLL
[b]Gaian Name:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Nickname:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Ring:[/b]
[b]Lover:[/b]
[b]Seme/Uke/Switch[/b] (Optional)
[b]Description:[/b] (Picture optional)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Requests:[/b]
[b]Magic Word:[/b] Read all of the information and you should have no trouble finding it. Copy. Paste. Profile. PM to Sin.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:31 am
VII. FAQ
The majority of this Q&A is because of Bloodyfire and his inquisitive nature. More will be added as they come up. xd How are people supposed to pay for the dolls?In the end they won’t have to, but they will still have that hanging over their heads. Is it yaoiable?Yeah. That's one of the points of the roleplay. The dolls haven't collected any information about how to treat same sex relationships and since Rosario is such a perfectionist, he decided to let the humans keep their dolls if they agree to teach their doll everything there is to know about this kind of love. In other words, in the manga the main character has her doll for three days then the guy who sold it to her comes to collect the 100 million yen price tag on his pretty little head. She can't pay it obviously so, he proposes a trade: She teaches her lover everything there is to know about women and she gets the “special super service drastic price mark down” in exchange. This is the same idea only apply it to gay couples instead of straight ones. What if the person doesn't know about same sex relationships?That's the fun about roleplaying. Even if the character isn't gay to begin with, the relationship he has with the doll, which is programmed to love whoever kisses them, can make him realize his own feelings. "Coming out of the closet" is an important thing about being gay and it’s something they would need to learn about. What if they’re already out of the closet?Well, then you could assume that they already know enough about same sex relationships to teach their doll. What’s the deal with sex between people and dolls?The dolls are just like people. They were designed to be companions for lonely wives who have too much time and money to know what to do with. Haven't you ever had fantasies about spending night with some handsome man who you mean the absolute world to? Well, this company decided to make those fantasies a reality. They were created for sex and therefore are very good at it, but they can do everything else a lover is suppose to do too (ex. cuddle, talk, kiss, hug, comfort, etc.) I think the creator of this manga decided to throw in that rule about "if kissed by another person, the doll will become property of that person unless you have sex with them (or let them have sex with you wink ) and make them loyal to you" just to add conflict into the story. Is the doll top or bottom?If you're playing a doll you can choose whether or not the doll is meant to be a uke, seme or switch. Isn’t that up to the human to decide?Yes and no. It all depends on how you want it. If you trust the person who is playing your owner you can give them that freedom over your doll, but sometimes people don't want to do that. Do the characters have to have sex?No, absolutely not. This roleplay is rated PG-16 anyway so you can do it on the thread, but even if that weren’t the case do what makes you comfortable. If you want to put a sex scene in there then it’s fine to imply it.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:37 am
VIII. NPCS  Gaian Name: Unerasable_Sin Name: Rosario De Martinique Aliases: Rising Star, Rose/Rosie, Mr. M Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 5’10 D.O.B: November 7th Orientation: Depends... SemeOccupation: Chief engineer on the Nightly Lover Series Model 02. Description: Along with a romantic name, Rosario has a very classic look. He has chocolate brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders. He has often been told that his hazel eyes have a certain intensity about them, like they can see right through you whenever you gaze into their depths. He’s a bit of a shut in so his complexion is rather pale and fair, but that does little to diminish his attractiveness. Personality: Rosario is often called the “Rising Star” of the technological world. He’s a genius when it comes to robotics and he knows this fact very well. It’s probably made him arrogant after hearing it for so many years. Of course, being a perfectionist doesn’t help. Rosario can get a little obsessive when it comes to his creations; he is never satisfied until they are perfect. Unfortunately, all this time spent perfecting his work has socially stunted him. He’s more sympathetic towards the needs of his machines then real people. History: The only child of a popular French model, Rosario spent the majority of his childhood traveling around the world with his mother or rotting away in one expensive boarding school after another. He never knew his real father. The only thing his mother would tell him when he was growing up was that she met his father at a Tokyo fashion show. Rosario wasn’t very broken up about it. Even though he traveled with his mother as a child she wasn’t much of a parent; her career meant more to her then her own son. So, he pretty much raised himself. One of the few things he had going for him was his high intellect. He was sculpting figures out of clay when he was three years old with an adult’s skill level. Not long after that he was building Ball Jointed Dolls from scratch. He wanted to capture the beauty and glamour of his mother’s world, but as he grew so did his ambitions. He wanted to take his work to the next level. By the time he was seven years old, Rosario’s interest had expanded into robotics and computer technology. He was determined to breathe life into his creations. He wanted to see them move and talk, think and feel. He wanted to make his creations as real to the rest of the world as they were to him. Rosario’s career didn’t really take off until he was twelve when a man named Ryouma Miyamoto came to meet him at his boarding school in Europe. Word traveled fast in the robotics world; the man had seen a sample of his work and he was so impressed that he wanted to offer Rosario a job. The company he worked for had made him the chief engineer the second generation of one of their most successful products and he thought Rosario had the talent to take it one step further than anyone he had ever seen. Rosario's Assistants [profiles still pending]: IsoldeClaudiaElizabeth
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:38 am
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:46 am
IX. DOLLS FOR SALE:Mint Thimble Gaian Name: Mint Thimble (the Mintiest, you know)
Name: Lerato Sol
Nickname: Lee, Song, Sol
Age: seventeen
Gender: male
Height: 5'9"
Ring: a small band of silver in the form of detailed but inconspicuous patterns of growing vines
Lover:
Seme/Uke/Switch switch
Description: Lerato is the owner of a mess of incurably curly black hair. The soft tangles look rather like writhing serpents, but in an oddly attractive manner. His skin is a medium-toned natural tan. His eyes are a green so dark that they appear black unless looked at closely. His over all structure is rather angular. His false bones protrude through soft synthetic skin. His nose is a good proportion and is slightly sharp, as are the bones in his well-defined face. His lips are a little on the large side, but not overly so. He is very strong and has good muscles to show it, but they cling sinuously to his form instead of bulging out.
Personality: Lerato is a bit of a wild card. He is prone to mood swings and is easily found to be one moment dark and brooding and the next ecstatic and enthusiastic. He is easily distracted and just as easily provoked. He has a bit of a hectic personality and will just as easily beat you senseless as he will sling an arm around your neck and profess his undying loyalties (which are usually relatively short-lived). He is forgetful and can easily hurt others, but his short attention span prevents him from getting attached enough to mend his broken relationships. It will be difficult for him to become accustomed to the whole "master" and "permanent relationship" idea........
Requests: (I would personally love anyone who requested him to be a metal-worker/jewelry-maker)
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5. Serimalia  Gaian Name: Serimalia
Name: Colyn Clarice
Nickname: Lyn
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 6"
Ring: A Copper toned, thick band wrapping around his finger. 5 Gems are spaced out along it, each changing colour at the same time with the Lover's emotions.
Lover:
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Description: Colyn has natural dark tanned skin and dark brown eyes to match. Though his eyes are a plain colour, they look like there are many stories behind them. His body isn't all muscles, but it is pretty fit and slender. His Chestnut hair is parted at the side and his bangs fall just over the top of his right eye. And although Dolls are supposed to be perfect, he has a long scar stretched across his back, from his right shoulder to the left side of his waist. But it did seem to pull the whole look together, as odd as it might seem.
Personality: Colyn is very quick witted and can be very touchy. And although his temper can get a bit out of hand, he is very sensitive to any comments. He likes to get involved with things that people might not want him to be into... His emotions change as quickly and as unpredictable as the weather, but depending on his Lover, he is most likely to begin to stick to either; quick witted, short temper, sensitive, curious, romantic or a combination of 2. Because of Colyn's quick witted side, Rosario gave him a quick and short nickname taken right from his name; Lyn.
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5.Quote:  Gaian Name: Unerasable_Sin Name: Liam Valentine Nickname: Teddy bear Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 6’1 Ring: the stone is in the center of a heart with an arrow piercing diagonally though it. Lover: Cassius Maxwell (Bloodyfire) SwitchDescription: Liam has long dirty blond hair framing his face, but it’s hard to hide his pretty baby face behind anything. He has very kind eyes, it’s one of those things that Rosario hadn’t intended work into his construction, but when he realized it was there he knew it was a perfect match. However, sometimes appearances can be deceiving. Behind his kind face Liam has a very strong, sleekly muscular body; it’s a nice surprise for anyone who takes his shirt off. Personality: Liam is a breath of fresh air. Although it’s hard to believe that machines can have such an effect on their surroundings, he has an aura about him that is very soothing and comfortable. Rosario called nicknamed him his “Cuddly Teddy Bear”. He is one of those types of people who sees the glass as half full, it seems like nothing can ever bring him down. Requests:1. Professional cook 2. Expert hacker 3. Possessive 4. Good soccer player 5. Can drive a motorcycle Quote:  Gaian Name: Unerasable_Sin Name: Ace Tucker Nickname: Wildcard Age: 16 Gender: Male Height: 5’8 Ring: the stone is in the center of a spade shaped emblem. Lover: Ryan (mikado) SwitchDescription: Ace’s body is tall, lean and hard. Rosario had the image of roses and honey when making him; the thought inspired him to create him. He has honey coloured skin and unruly rose-red hair. His eyes are the colour of rubies, which is a little out of the ordinary; Rosario didn’t like to work on other peoples vanity projects. He liked to keep his creations as normal as possible. They were all beautiful, yes, but in a human way. Still, the temptation was too great to resist. Personality: When Ace was created, Rosario had something in mind for his personality. He calls them the “Four Aces”, each of the four suits (Heart, Diamond, Club and Spade) represent a different aspect of Ace’s personality. The Ace of Hearts is his romantic side. He really is quite the sweetheart when it concerns the person he cares for most. The Ace of Diamonds is where all of his energy comes from. Ace can be a fun-loving little ball of fire when he gets excited, virtually nothing can slow him down. The Ace of Clubs is his determined side. He’s a little more than stubborn – bull-headed is the right word. When he thinks he is in the right it’s difficult to change his mind. The Ace of Spades is the source of his devilish impulses. There’s a reason why Rosario calls him his little wildcard. He loves to get into trouble. Requests:1. Good cook. 2. Talented Musician. 3. Gets jealous fairly easily. 4. Doesn't judge people based on looks, or in other words he in't shallow. 5. Aggressive, but not unattractively so. Bloodyfire666  Gaian Name: Bloodyfire666 Name: Alexis Morrier Weltch Nickname: Lex, Lexi Age: 20 Gender: Male Height: 5’10 Ring: Stone set in a silver band that’s detailed intricately with Celtic knots Lover: Cyrus Fairview (Sin) Switch Description: Slim and graceful in body his cream colored skin is impossibly soft to the touch. His long, light brown hair feels as gentle as kittens fur and his amber eyes will melt the heart of anyone who looks into them. Personality: Very catlike in nature, he’s rather laid back and calm most of the time, but be warned when he decides he wants some attention. A full lipped pout and the most expressive eyes will force his prey into doing as he wishes else something terrible will happen. Though seeming selfish at times Lex is very loving and loyal to a fault, he will never waver in his emotions towards his lover. He likes to cuddle and be affectionate with those he feels close too and especially likes to nap on them. He can be rather pushy with these means, especially if he feels that he deserves it or just because he knows it will bug them. Occasionally getting himself in trouble his reasons are usually unknown to anyone other than himself. Other: Lex loves cookies of any kind, he'll even eat the dough while purring happily. Requests:1. Shameless 2. Gets jealous fairly easily 3. Good chess player 4. Competitive 5. Not afraid to scold him Quote:  Gaian Name: Unerasable_Sin Name: Edward Swan Nickname: Sir Edward, The Dark Knight Age: 17 Gender: Male Height: 5’10 Ring: two open wings on either side of the stone. Lover: Christopher Thompson (Minty) SemeDescription: Edward was the definition of tall, dark and handsome before Rosario even wrote him down onto paper. Unlike some of his other dolls, this one has a very light skin tone, almost like ivory; the light skin contrasts well with his straight black hair. Edward’s eyes are grey, though depending on his mood they can be as light as silver if he is feeling content or as dark as steel is his temper is sour. Personality: Edward is the strong silent type. There’s a certain comfort in silence and that was the driving force behind his personality when Rosario was designing him. He prefers not to talk when it isn’t necessary to do so and even then it’s only under the direst of circumstances. When he does talk its usually short, callous remarks that have been known to break a heart or two and it doesn’t help that under his calm exterior, lies a very arrogant young man. Requests:1. Good at advanced first aid and handling the injections of blood serum needed to treat Chris' Hemophilia. 2. Loving but embarrassed to show it. 3. Capable (meaning he is generally prepared for everything or is at least good at thinking on his feet or dealing with surprises). 4. Prone to violence when angered. 5. Intelligent Jade Rotashi Gaian Name: Jade Rotashi Name: Shishido Ohtori Nickname: The Warrior Age: 25 Gender: Male Height: 6’2 Ring: two small stones set as the eyes in a classic Bushido mask. Lover: Osiris Seme/Unwilling switch Description: x Tall rugged and handsome are the first things noticed about this doll. His build is thick and strong in all the most attractive ways. Dark hair and mysterious eyes are two features that would cause most women to swoon. The perfect fantasy man was in the mind of Oishi’s siblings when they wore the design for this doll. Personality: Shishido is a reluctant love, uncomfortable with even the most basic of human intimacy’s make it a challenge to get even a simple hug. He is strong willed and determined, once he set his mind to something ti can not be changed. He cares deeply for his lover but never would he admit it, why oishimaru’s siblings would create such a difficult doll, well no one would ever know but this is how he is. A sucker for genuine tears Shishido can’t help but ignore his cold attitude and try and comfort the one in need. Requests: This doll was not created by Osiris, but rather by her siblings to keep her company. Therefore they created him based on Osiris’s love of samurai anime and what they think the perfect man should be like. 1. Smoking 2. Samurai skills 3. Cooking 4. Protective 5. Can't sleep wearing anything(yay nekkie!)
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:51 am
X. HUMANS Bloodyfire666  Gaian Name: Bloodyfire666 Name: Cassias Maxwell Age: 11.5 Gender: Male Height: 5’ D.O.B: June 6th Lover(s): Liam Valentine (Sin) Orientation: Unknown Seme/Uke/Switch: Unknown Description: Hair white as snow and liquid silver eyes, he is a beauty to behold as far as children go. His parents proud to produce such an attractive young heir to their name and fortune he is the talk amongst their circle. Though beautiful, there is not much behind the shell of a boy, he feels empty inside and rarely smiles, though no one notices. Most of his clothing is picked for him and he gets dressed up like a doll for fancy do’s, the women fawn over him, commenting on how cute he looks. Attention isn’t anything special. Personality: Very quiet and reserved he spends most of his time in is room alone sometimes drawing other times reading but most times wishing and pretending he had a friend. He is very inquisitive and has a sharp mind for his age but being a child he was raised to speak only when spoken too, and besides to ask how his private tutoring was going he was rarely spoken too. There is a lot of room for improvement in his personality if only he had someone to help. Likes: Expensive things, Music, Hanging out in his mansions garden Dislikes: Being so alone, not getting his way Hobbies/Talents: Drawing Habits: Plays with the chain around his neck when lost in thought or nervous Acquaintances: Parents and Staff Romantic Interest(s): None History: An only child to a wealthy and powerful family … is the perfect poster child for them, quiet and well mannered raised with all the best money could buy, though not spoiled. He is granted everything he asks from clothes to toys to even food, though nothing helps fill the lonely hole his heart feels. Alone since birth not even granted the companionship of a pet he had only the staff to interact with, some of them were nice, but they cared for him only enough to do their job never anymore for fearing of tainting the perfect child and losing their high paying positions. Other: Refuses to eat anything other than fine dining and wears only the most expensive of clothing. Due to his well behaved nature and quit dignity people forget just how young he is. His strong curiosity sometimes gets him into trouble mikado13 Gaian Name: mikado13 Name: Ryan Age: 16 Gender: Male Height: 5'6 D.O.B: October 20th, 1990 Lover(s): Ace Tucker (Sin) Orientation: He's trying to find out himself. SwitchDescription: Ryan is about normal height with dyed blue hair and brown eyes. He is usually seen in a tank-top and jeans and has a piercing in his right ear. A few tattoos can be spotted up his right arm, but he's planning on getting one or two more. (the picture is basically him but with a tail and animal ears)  Personality: Ryan is one of the weirdest people you could ever meet. Although he was born into a rich family, he hates having so much money and loves just relaxing. He always is looking for a good time and will almost never be seen at his parent's mansion. He is classified by his friends as emo or goth because of the way he dresses, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Other then that, he's fairly simple. Hyper, loving, and a little sensitive, but will never show it unless he knows you well enough. Likes: Onigiri, crepes, any dessert, playing video games, having friends (even though he doesn't have many), and cuddling. Dislikes: Rich people, people who judge him because of his looks, and spinach. Hobbies/Talents: He can play the piano/ keyboard very well and is learning how to play guitar. Habits: Tends to get hyper when he's around people he fully trusts or knows well enough. History: Ryan was born into a very rich family. His father runs some big company and his mother is the agent of a few famous super models. His parents truly love him, but tried to force their way of living onto him. he never wanted to be waited on night and day and he REALLY didn't want to flaunt his money. So in rebellion to his parents, he bought an apartment when he was 15. His parents still give him access to their money, but he now has total freedom from the annoying rich life his parents have. Other: He needs someone kind and fun-loving to really bring the best out of him. Quote: Gaian Name: Name: Cyrus Nathaniel Fairview Nickname: Cy, Fairview, a*****e Age: 20 Gender: Male Height: 6” D.O.B: March 14th Lover(s): Lex (Bloody) Orientation: straight SwitchOccupation: a concept artist for a fairly popular web magazine. He works on commission, paid for each drawing the company uses, but he makes enough money to live comfortably, which includes extra cash for smokes and alcohol. Description: [x] [x] Tall and light skinned, Cyrus maintains his sleekly muscular build and thin waist without much effort at all. Both of his parents and little sister are light brunettes so, the golden blond colour of his hair is a new trait in his family, but he does share the same dark green eyes with his Mother. Cy is relatively conservative in the way he dresses and has made a point to keep a good distance between himself and tattoo parlors when he’s drunk off his a**; he has no desire to pierce or tattoo himself and that isn’t about to change. Personality: Cyrus has a pretty easy-going, fairly conservative personality. He has a temper but the self control he has over it usually never lets it get past the “cruel sarcasm” stage. Likes: Long hair (preferably red), cigarettes, booze and cream ‘n sugar in his coffee Dislikes: Sweet things, when people assume that he’s gay (he has a few close gay friends), the word “f**” and general assholes. Hobbies/Talents: Writing and drawing Habits: Smoking a cigarette while sitting on the ledge of the window inside his workshop, starting pictures and writing projects but not finishing them and he has a nasty habit of running away from things that threaten to upset his idea of a “normal” life is suppose to be like. Acquaintances: Rayne Spark; they've been friends since high school. Romantic Interest(s): Cyrus has had a crush on Molly Bishop for years, ever since he first laid eyes on her. It’s an unrequited love, Molly has never had any interest in boys, but he has had a hard time getting over her. History: The only son of a successful doctor, Cyrus learned at an early age that his family expected great things from him, but, unfortunately, he couldn’t live up to their expectations. He is a textbook example of an “underachiever”. He always though school was rather boring, so in most of his classes he put in just enough effort to get by; English and Art were the only two exceptions, but that was only because he didn’t have to work at them to be good. His love life followed a similar pattern to that of the Hindenburg; it started off strong with many pleasant surprises and exhilarating moments, but just when you think nothing can possible go wrong, it bursts into flames. The only sibling Cyrus has is his seventeen-year-old sister, Janie. It seemed his parents got their perfect child after all. Janie was everything they had wanted him to be; smart, ambitious, athletic, beautiful and popular. If only his parents weren’t so blinded by the image of the perfect daughter they might have been able to see Janie for what she truly was - a b***h. She’s loud and obnoxious, violent and cruel, whiney and irritating –it was no wonder why Cyrus never got along with his kid sister. They fought constantly while growing up and more times than not it ended up in a wrestling match. To escape from the smothering atmosphere of his family and the evil clutches of his sister, Cyrus had himself emancipated when he turned fifteen. He got a two bedroom apartment downtown and lived there ever since. Other: Cyrus is not a great fighter, but he has gotten into his fair share of fist fights while defending his friends. It’s helped him develop a very good right hook in the process that’s knocked out more than a few guys in its time. Bloodyfire666  Gaian Name: Bloody Name: Rayne Stark Age: 21 Gender: Male Height: 6’ D.O.B: October 31st Lover(s): Orientation: Bisexual Seme Description: Tall dark and handsome could describe how Rayne looks, but he’s much more into sexy and mysterious. Lightly tanned skin and a sleekly muscular build make’s Rayne highly appealing to both sexes. Shoulder length black hair and uncanny amethyst eyes he makes good use of his attractive features. Personality: Rayne makes a good friend, if you don’t mind someone with a rock star attitude. Arrogant and cocky he likes to party all night and sleep all day, and even though his job isn’t bad he hates going to it. Once you get to know him you’ll know just how invasive he can be, the word “personal space” doesn’t come in his list and what’s yours is his. Though besides all this he’s a reliable guy who comes through for his friends, though generally at a cost and is dedicated to his music. On a different note he’s also openly perverted to the point of making the most experienced of lovers blush. Likes: Sex, music, pizza, and sushi, vampires Dislikes: Mornings, black coffee, mornings, work Hobbies/Talents: Music, He is lead guitarist and main song writer in his band. He also likes to watch vampire movie for a first date Habits: Issuing death threats when woken up anytime he deems too early, taking things too far. Acquaintances: Cyrus Fairview Romantic Interest(s): Attractive people History: He was never a big trouble maker, coming from a middle class family of five and a dog, they’ve always had to fight to maintain a comfortable living each family member doing their part. He was the eldest of three children so it was his job to protect them and keep them in line. He’s a good brother but he valued his privacy. As far as school went his grades were average because he spent more time writing songs than he did doing homework and although his parents respected and encouraged the habit they could never afford to get him any real lessons. Finally when he turned 15 he got a part time job and saved up to buy himself his first guitar. Music came naturally to him and it wasn’t long before he was rocking out in his room playing along with all his favorite classic rock. Luck has always seemed to be with him though, for when he moved out right after high school he landed the best job he ever had after sleeping with a beautiful blonde. Now even working minimal during the day, he has enough cash to pay for his rent, his car and both his guitars and amps. He doesn’t have many close friends besides his band Cyrus being one of them. Other: He has two cats named Lestat and Louie. Loves vampires both novel and movie form. He also has a thing for rough and kinky sex. Rayne is also very lucky. Mint Thimble Gaian Name: Mint Thimble
Name: Christopher Thompson
Age: eighteen
Gender: male
Height: 5'8"
D.O.B: May first
Lover(s): Edward Swan (Sin)
Orientation: bi
Seme/Uke/Switch switch, though he is predominantly catcher
Description: At first glance, Chris is probably one of the most ordinary boys out there. He isn't particularly tall and doesn't really stand out in any way -- at least, not from a distance. His skin is pale, his genetics coupled with his anemia making for a most pallid complexion. He doesn't really have any freckles, but he has one, small, light brown birthmark in the shape of an apple just behind his right ear. He has a pretty decent build; he is skinny but not gangly, toned but not overly brawny. His body doesn't boast of amazing strength, but he is no weakling and he is an amazingly fast runner. Chris' hair is short and feathery and soft, a gentle falling of sun-kissed light brown (27C). His bangs have been left long and they often fall into his oddly colored eyes. At first glance, Chris' eyes appear to be an oddly bright brown. However, they are in fact a fine mix of golds, oranges and deep browns, arranged much like a tortoise shell.
Personality: Chris is a quiet boy. From youth, he was both sheltered and over-indulged. However, he isn't exactly spoiled; his physical ailments make it too difficult for him to be so. Instead, he has become somewhat of a recluse. He hates to burden others and is always sensitive to anything concerning money. He spends most of his time alone and is more accustomed to silence than conversation. He has a hard time making decisions but will nearly always follow them through. He has difficulty dealing with people but he owns up easily to his own faults; however, he is also stubborn. If he believes in something, he will stubbornly adhere to it until he proves it to be so or realizes his mistake (at which point he will have no problem with admitting it).
Likes: Reading, writing, sleeping, singing, old books and legends, libraries, cleaning, mythology and fairytales, cooking, the wind, being able to run
Dislikes: being cooped up, noisome people, psychiatrists, dogs, bees (because he is allergic to them), blood
Hobbies/Talents: Chris is very smart, a good cook, and a very fast runner (at least, when he's allowed to run). He is a very good reader and a good singer.
Habits: Because he is accustomed to being alone, he always carried a book with him. If he is left alone for all of two seconds he will more likely bury his nose in whatever the book of the moment is (since he often finished books in less than a day). He also has a tendencies of sucking his cheeks or tapping his birthmark with his index finger in when he is thinking, biting his lips or the inside of his cheeks when he is frustrated, and becoming easily distracted when he fears conflict. He also always carries around a large box of raisins, which he will often be seen eating, to combat his anemia.
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History: Chris was born with Hemophilia, a hereditary genetic disorder that he received from the recessive gene on his father's side that impairs the bloods ability to clot due to a missing clotting factor. Because of this, even the smallest of scratches can be fatal. Chris also has to be careful of internal bleeding, which can often happen in the weakened joints of Hemophiliacs. Because of this, he must always perform a series of warming-up stretches to ease his joints and he is rarely allowed to run or stress himself physically. His family have always treated him like a precious, expensive china plate or a glass ball that could shatter with the slightest impact. Hemophilia as of yet has no permanent cure and the shots requires to combat his affliction are very expensive so he has to be very careful. Chris also suffers from anemia, but, as a strict vegetarian, he refuses to eat meat so he takes many supplements to his diet to help him stay as is possible for him to be.
Other: Chris longs to find someone who he can be with safely without feeling like that other person is simply waiting for him to shatter. Bloodyfire666 Gaian Name: Bloodyfire Name: Oishimaru Kamio Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 5’3 D.O.B: August 17th Lover(s): Shishido/Isis Orientation: Bisexual Seke Description: Unable to remember her original hair color Osiris dyes it on a regular basis, currently though it is about shoulder length platinum blonde with black underlights. Her eyes naturally dull brown in color have been known to be coloured various shades due to the contacts she prefers to wear than glasses. She is small in her body frame and half Japanese in ethnicity. She dresses in a very strange sort of way due to her strange talents. Ranging anywhere from a anime outfit to just plain strange creativity she normally turns a few heads when she passes by. Personality: Living virtually as a hermit Osiris lives off take out and microwaveable food. She’s an otaku and workaholic combining to make up one crazed but driven girl. When not overwhelmed with work, or lost to the realm of anime she’s a very kind and considerate girl, if not a little scatter brained and just a bit clumsy. She’s always looking out for everyone other than number one and if she can will do everything to help. When wrapped up in her work though nothing can break through to her and she is a lost cause to anything that doesn’t involve the project. As well she is a yaoi fangirl and can be pretty scary sometimes. Likes: Yaoi, anime, samurais, ramem, sewing Dislikes: milk, animes that end just all wrong, bad cosplayers Hobbies/Talents: Gifted with a great fashion sense and a creative mind gives her her lifes work Habits: Oding on anime and passing out, taking her shoes off in the wrong order{aka when placed beside each other the left is on the right and vice versa] Acquaintances: Her family (to be named later) Romantic Interest(s): Anime characters. History: Born in a family of artists and musicians it was only natural for Osiris to follow the family line and get into a fashion career. She is the middle child of 5 in the Kamio family with three brothers and one sister she grew up with your average family life style. For the past 3 years though she has been living on her own, working form her loft and becoming a hermit. Other: Osiris is a fashion designer and cosplay crafter, she works from her crowded loft that looks like a material bomb went off in. she has no friends and absolutely zero social life.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 5:51 pm
[I figured it would be best if we start after the survey has been conducted so Rosario already has all the information he needs to start building everyone's Doll.]
It was quiet in the lab this morning, which was unusual. Rosario preferred to work alone, the constant feeling of someone looking over his shoulder drove him mad in public laboratories, but he still kept an assistant. Three assistants in fact. It was strange that they weren't around. Rosario was an early bird and a night owl most of the time, but at least one of his assistants was up with him at all times. He needed them to remind him to eat and sleep, come up for air once and a while when he was too absorbed in his latest project to keep track of such monetary things. And they needed him for repairs, software updates and, though it sounded a little egotistical to say it, a purpose. Rosario maintained a good balance with his robotic assistants this way.
So, he quickly dismissed their absence and went back to work; they had been working with very little rest for the past week and a half in order to collect all the data for this project, they had earned some time off to recharge their batteries. Besides, he couldn't afford any mistakes at this stage of the process, especially those made by robots with fading power cells. The surveys were finished, the winners had been chosen and their data had been entered into the computers; all that was left to do at this point was wait for his computer to finish assembling the dolls.
It was a fairly simple process, at least as far as Rosario was concerned, but for someone with his intellect there was little he didn't understand. All he had to do was input the data, virtually construct the Doll on his computer and press "start"; the computer was programmed to do the rest. At the moment Rosario had three dolls on three separate monitors: two of them survey winners and one was an order from an independent customer.
Rosario quietly sipped his coffee as he watched the progress bars will up. This was perhaps the worse part of the job. He hated waiting like this, not knowing how his precious creations were going to turn out, whether they were going to exceed his expectations or be utter failures. In the end, he had to keep reminding himself that this would all be worth it if he managed to get one step closer to creating a being that was truly perfect.
Rosario lowered his mug as the familiar sound came from monitor number two; after three long days the doll he had entitled "Alexis Morrier Weltch", or "Lexi" for short, was finished at last. Setting his mug down on his desk, the brunet got to his feet. Although this room was the command center for his entire laboratory, the technology that actually created the dolls was located elsewhere.
"Time to go to work," Rosario said to himself as he left the room.
[Alright, I'm stopping here to give those people who are playing "owners" a chance to write an introduction post. The dolls won't actually be shipped off until the second half of this post.]
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 6:08 pm
Cyrus picked up the package of cigarettes that were lying on the desk. He didn't particularly like to smoke, it made his mouth taste like an ashtray and his clothes smell even worse, but it was a bad habit he just couldn't break. He had tried several times to give up the little cancer sticks, but something always brought him back and he would light-up before he could stop himself. In hindsight, he never should have started in the first place –he tended to cling to things that made him feel good ( coffee, alcohol, cigarettes), which was why he never dared touch drugs in high school.
He sighed, extracting a cigarette and placing the filter between his lips. Although Cyrus didn't see it this way, his apartment was technically a two-bedroom. However, since he lived alone the second room had long since been turned into a workshop, his own little hole in the wall where he could indulge his passions in private. Cyrus's passions had always been writing and his sketches, something that had been a point of dispute between the blond and his father, but the problem was that he didn't think he was very good at either of them. His artwork was good, but he could never make a living for himself on that alone. Out of the two, his writing skills were far stronger, but he never finished any of the stories he wrote. The workshop was filled with scraps of character dialog, stories with no ending, half finished worlds, character sketches with no story, plots with no characters, the list goes on. How could he be a writer if he never finished any of the projects he started?
Cyrus looked around the workshop. He had made it out of the smaller of the two bedrooms, but it was large enough to hold what he needed. A writing desk and a large shelving unit were up against one wall and a couch was opposite that. The window was tall and double-doored; an old drawing table stood on the far wall beside the door.
He approached the window, tossing the cigarette pack carelessly over his shoulder and rummaging through his pocket for a lighter. It was time for a break, he had been working all afternoon, ever since he had gotten up off the couch. Sitting down on the window sill, Cyrus pushed open one of the doors and lit the cigarette tip. He leaned back, inhaling deeply on the toxins and propped his foot up on the ledge.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 6:18 pm
The sun hung low on the horizon creating an orangish glow in the sky and setting a beautiful scene for romantics. This affect was lost on the small boy who sat out on the balcony of an expansive mansion. Once more Cassius had been dragged to one of the obligatory parties that people of his social status seemed to always have. Dressed in a perfectly pressed black suit tailored to fit his body perfectly and expensive black shoes he tried to stay away from the party goes as best as he possibly good.
They weren’t mean in anyway and he was always treated so respectfully, but he was never treated as a human boy, just the handsome young heir to a powerful family. It made him sick and depressed how no one actually cared about him took the time to actually talk to him. Pushing himself off the chair and straightening his suit he once more entered the main ballroom to make his “rounds” which meant show off how promising he was to everyone for his parents. To smile and behave himself, let the adults fawn over him and listen to long winded advice they had to bestow upon him.
He sought out his parents so they could tell him who he was to seek out but they were talking to the widow from the Liarians family. She had married young and her husband had died a few years ago in a horrible car accident. She was beautiful and smart but could never find anyone to replace her husband. So Cassius found it strange she was standing with her parents wearing a lovely lavender dress her arm linked with a tall dark and hansoms’ arm. Cassius had never seen of him before, but he was smiling warmly and was dressed very well speaking to his father like they had been friends for years.
He mother smiled charmingly at him when he stepped up beside her but she said nothing, only rested and elegant hand upon his shoulder. Neither woman paused in their conversation so he just silently listened.
Naomi Liarian had apparently purchased the man who accompanied her tonight online. From a site that created your dream partner. It was at this he listened eagerly, a place where he could order a person and get it delivered right to his door? It was almost a dream come true he could order himself someone to be his friend and he knew his parents couldn’t mind, he wouldn’t be a real person so he wouldn’t affect Cassius in any way.
After listening for a few more moments he went over to his father and studied the “doll” as Naomi had called him. He seemed so real and Cassius wanted to touch him to see if his skin felt as real as it looked. Quickly he squashed the urge it wouldn’t be proper to randomly grope someone even if they were just a doll.
Fascinated he watched the doll who’s name he found out was Markus, like Naomi’s late husband, all night and eventually got the address to the website. Before bed he quickly went on his laptop and too the sight, filling out their survey and ordering himself a doll paying full price right away. He’d tell his parents about it in the morning. Right now his small body was exhausted and he needed to sleep. He smiled though as he curled up in his large bed, three days...just three long days and he’d have himself his first ever friend.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 6:46 pm
Ryan yawned as the warm yellow rays of the morning sun hit his face. He glanced at the digital clock next to his bed and smiled. "9 o'clock, a good night's sleep."
he smiled and ran his fingers through the blue mess he called hair. He didn't think it weird to dye your hair blue, even though most other people did.
Ryo glaned around the room of his apartment, noticing one small piece of paper at the foot of his bed that wasn't there before he fell asleep. he wasn't really interested in what it said, but read it all the same.
"509-334-2987 call me sometime, love Julie"
"Gag me" he mumbled and fall back onto his matress. "That hussy sleeps with anything with legs. Besides, I'm not really interested in anyone right now."
The blue-haired boy got up, took off his night clothes and got into the shower. The warm water felt good on his aching body, he had been sleeping in an akward position last night and was now paying for it. Besides that, it woke him up enough that he could think clearly.
Literally minutes later he was dried, dressed, and working on heating up some leftover pizza for breakfast. He stood in front of his mirror while the pizza warmed and examined himself. His blue hair was perfectly messy, his black skull tank top and faded jeans were awesome, and the tattoos on his arm were georgeous. Vanity really was Ryan's worst trait.
((it's a start i guess))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 8:54 pm
((Hail, for the eternal ditherspazz has returned! I got my new modem today and the hook up was easy as... whatever it is you lot nuke for about eight seconds. *doesn't actually have a microwave*))
Another morning, another day. Well, hopefully. For most, this day would be no different from usual. However, Christopher Thompson was one of the unfortunate few who would be living a not so ordinary life. He rose every morning, careful not to stress his sleep-stiffened limbs as he climbed gingerly out of bed, and, after his morning's ablutions, he made his way systematically through the daily exercises he had been given by his doctors to insure that his joints didn't accidentally puncture anything. Every day, Chris lived with the horrible possibility of death (or at least excruciating pain) just around the corner. Even the smallest of cuts, so small that only a hairline of blood would be formed on a normal person, could spell death for the pale brunette.
Unfortunately, this was Chris' definition of "normal." Sure, he knew full well that "normal" people were never so close to death on a daily basis, but it was the way he had lived his life ever since he had been diagnosed with Hemophilia -- which was around when he had been three months old. In a fit of morose and overly cynical humor, his parents had decided to frame the official medical paper work and hang it in his room -- as if he needed any more reminding. In his youth it had been a source of constant dissatisfaction and dislike; now, however, he was indifferent to it. What was a piece of paper, anyway? It wasn't like having it gone would make him any less physically ill. And it wasn't like the rest of his room was any more normal: one look at it gave the impression that here resided a permanent near-invalid. Well, he was just one cut away from making that "near" disappear.
At least he didn't have to worry about terrorism, he thought morosely. It was a familiar mantra, one he repeated more often that he was willing to admit. Normal people had to worry about terrorism. When the news came on about some bombing of horrible death, most people were petrified with fear. Even if they tried to hide it, Chris could see it; over the years, his own slightly indifferent nature had caused him to become good at picking out the faint hint of fear in the "normal" people's eyes, their hands, their over-loud, falsely confident voices. Normal people were scared witless at the prospect of being blown to pieces or hacked into with a chainsaw. Chris, as a practical boy, was more afraid of a sheet of paper. Living so closely to death in his every day affairs, he had stopped caring for those overly dramatic escapades for which the Reaper took all benefits. Pessimistic as it was, Chris had formulated one simple theory to govern his fear: it was a hell of a lot more likely that he died due to a piece of paper or a paper clip or a staple before he ever even saw a terrorist, let alone getting murdered by one.
Next was the customary cleansing with water, Chris making sure not to trip and fall or get shampoo in his eyes. Fifteen minutes later found him in the downstairs of the neat two-story building he called home, his light honey-brown hair darkened and slicked down a bit with the dampness of water, his pale skin and eyes shining slightly with moisture. He had a piece of peanut butter toast hanging from between his lips as he hurried out the door, backpack swinging up upon his shoulders as he headed towards his bus stop. It was time for school -- one of the most dangerous places for the Hemophiliac. Until the end of elementary school, Chris' parents had been keeping him at home for his own safety before he finally convinced them that he had to learn how to function in the "normal" world. That was what he had come to call everything that was different, outside, away from him: "normal." It was such an unobtrusive word, but one that continually haunted the tortoise-eyed boy. His first couple of years at school had been relatively terrible -- and high school had been no better. Still, he didn't want to grow up sheltered in his parents' white-washed walls. He needed a life and, even though he knew he would probably never succeed with that desire, forcing himself into the semi-social life that surrounded all outsider recluses in the stratosphere of melodrama that was high school was the closest thing to a "life" that he was ever going to have. Until he died, that is.
Frowning, a pale hand raised to brush back damp, scraggly locks from his oddly colored eyes. The school bus was late. It was never late. An hour later and Chris was thoroughly convinced that he wasn't getting picked up that day. Though the school bus was never late, it did sometimes forget to pick him up. Mrs. O'Leery had been driving that broken down bus for the past fifteen years of her life and children who hadn't started on it when she had were easily forgotten, their stops included. Chris sighed slowly, feeling slightly irritable. Well, he hadn't particularly felt like showing up to school, anyway. There wasn't anything due today, he already knew the subject matter or the teacher was a heap of bull, anyway, and his calculus teacher was on maternity leave, to be replaced by a plethora of hopeless subs. Besides, today he had P.E. where all he did was sit on the sidelines with the one horrendously obese girl and her friend who had a terminal case of acne (but was abstained from phys-ed because of her broken leg) and read, pretending that he wasn't utterly jealous of all the kids who were able to run around and have fun "accidentally" smacking each other in the heads with their terrible mockery of what volleyball should look like.
So Chris turned back, deciding to take the day off. His parents wouldn't mind and the teachers would only feign concern. Mr. Thompson was a lawyer and was mildly successful, though law was not his true passion. No, what he really wanted to be doing was writing one of those grossly popular "healing" books like the Campbell's Soup for the Soul or some such. The man had made several futile attempts; only one of them had been published, and that one novel sold less copies than Van Gogh sold paintings while he remained among the living. No, it was Chris' mother, Emily Thompson, who managed the majority of the expenses for the family. Mrs. Thompson was a song writer. She didn't write for bands or movies or plays: she wrote commercial jingles. Truth be told, Chris knew that neither of his parents were really happy with their jobs. If Chris had been born normal then they could have much more easily pursued their passions. Unfortunately, the blood serum that was necessary to keep Chris among the living after the rare slice or cut was exceptionally expensive and demanded that the Thompsons be supremely unhappy in their professional endeavors, or so were the reasonings of Chris.
Five minutes later Chris was turning the doorknob to the front door of his house. Both his parents were already out, off to another unhappy day's drudgery at work. They house was empty and still and utterly silent, which was hardly different from how it was when it was occupied. Chris sighed and sank down slowly upon one of the kitchen stools, slowly reaching into his backpack to retrieve today's book.
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