Arisu and Mia make a thing
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Thread Topic: Arisu and Mia make a thing
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On top of a cabinet a doll was placed on a stand as if on display. It seemed like a normal doll, the porcelain cracked and lacking some paint because of its long years. But that particular doll, it was anything other than normal.
My body hurts so much.. The doll stood on its stand without being able to move. But if it's what it'll take for him to like me, then I'll let him throw me around some more.. -
Leather-shoed feet pounded down the hallway, heading right for the cabinet. Anger, again, frustrated the owner of these feet leading him to his little doll. That doll; not a very pretty thing, definantly needing repairs. Nothing that the Italian really cared about, though. He was too angry- but when wasn't he on the verge of snapping about something. All he needed was to take out his emotions on something, something he could talk to, even occasionally beat up once or twice. Finally getting to the cabinet, the shoes were bent to tip-toe, allowing the boy to grab the doll.
"Oi, you stupid thing! Look at you, you're a mess. Just like that stupid French dude!" He shook the doll, letting his emotions burn out with the action. -
The doll felt fear build in him when he heard the footsteps. They were not loud, but in his mind they were as loud as thunder. It was no surprise to him when his owner took him from his usual place and began to thrash him around as he usually did when he was angry.
The doll wanted to scream, even apologize for being nothing but a piece of porcelain with bits of hair, cloth, and paint. But he couldn't do anything. He could only let himself be thrashed around. The words his owner said pierced deeper than knives. They always hurt and would never stop hurting. -
Angry words kept rolling out of his mouth, even as he walked with the doll down the hallway and to his own room. "Really, just look at you. Even Francis has better hair than that." Sitting down on his bed, the boy looked the doll up and down. "Trash, that's what anyone would call you. Worthless, but why do I still keep you?" Sighing he tosssed the doll behind him, it landing on one of the green pillows at the head of his bed. Roma laid down, spreading his arms out wide, sighing again. "Because I need something instead of someone to yell at so I don't get in trouble. That's why, you stupid doll."
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I wish I could be of more use to you than just that.. Some stupid doll, he thought sadly. He wished he could speak and tell his owner that was sorry for being nothing but an ugly and useless toy. I wish I could tell you how much these words hurt when you tell me them.. but at the same time I'm willing to take them because you haven't left my side. You say these things, but you keep me and haven't thrown me to the trash like other people would.. To be honest, the doll had grown somewhat fond of his owner in some sense. Yes, he was broken and chipped beyond simple repair and definitely not as handsome as he was when he first came out of the box, but his owner never betrayed him when it came to helping him not be lonely. It all came at a cost.
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"Hn, whatever I'm going to bed." He sat up, picked the doll up by its arm, and put it on his nightstand. "Idiota Francis, I can't believe his nerve.." Roma mumbled, as he buried himself in the sheets of his bed, not bothering to dress for night. It wasn't too much later that the Italian was spread out fully across the bed, snores escaping from his chest. Never had he had normal sleeping habits, everyone had told him.
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My arm.. he mentally whimpered as he was carried to the nightstand. Nighttime was usually the doll's least favorite time of the day. Sleep was always great, but it was great when you could actually get some. With the Italian boy sleeping the way he did, the doll rarely rested easily. Please.. he pleased as he sat there. It is such a horror being a doll. I want to be a real person.. I want to know that he doesn't mean those things. I want my owner to like me like how I've tried to like him.
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Throughout the whole night, Roma slept deeply. Snoring constantly, and occasionally cursing at an unknown thing in his dreams. It was impossible to wake him up always, unless the sun was shining through the curtains or his stomach was grumbling in anticipation of breakfast. Today was one of the days where he mentally decided to let himself sleep until breakfast beckoned him.
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Roma moaned in response to the noise, rolling around a bit to occupy even more of the bed. "Be quiet, b------. I'm trying to sleep." He mumbled, his eyes still closed. It didn't immediately occur to him that he should wonder who was even in his house, let alone his room.
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He felt frightened at the sound of his owner's voice and twitched with fright, but realized he didn't just have to sit there and receive whatever words he was told. He could move now. He could talk. He was no longer an old and ugly doll. He was a human being. It was so overwhelming he nearly cried while thinking about the sudden change in him. Dios mio..
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Awake, but eyes closed in an attempt to rest more, Roma was thinking. Slowly, but he was. Wait... Was that a voice in my room? Who would that be... There isn't anyone here but me... Right? Sighing, he opened an eye to look if anyone was there. He was facing opposite the nightstand, and huffed a curse as effort was required to roll over and look in the direction of the noise. "Who's there..?" Taking a moment to register what he was seeing, as it sunk in his eyes widened and he sat up. "W-who the hell are you!?"
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The man pressed himself against the wall in fear at hearing his owner's surprised voice. "I.. I'm that doll..!" he blurted out without thinking about how crazy that must have sounded. "The ugly doll you hate so much.." His eyes showed his fear clearly as he looked up at the Italian boy from the floor he was sitting on. He tried to shove himself further against the wall, but if he kept doing that then the wall would press against his bruises and cause him pain.
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"I'm not stupid! Tell me the truth now!" Roma demanded. But even as he said it he couldn't help but think that the doll did look like the man on his floor. Same skin, hair, even his clothes.. He looked over at his nightstand, and practically choked on air when he noticed the doll was in fact gone. Looking back at the man, he thought, God, he looks like a scared little kid.
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His bright emerald eyes were wide with how scared he was and they began to fill with tears. All of this was overwhelming for him. It didn't help that his owner was as rough-voiced as he was. He felt the need to laugh it off but he just couldn't. "I am telling the truth..!" he whimpered. His hands went up to his eyes to rub them gently as tears threatened to spill out of them. "I'm not lying, the doll is missing because it's me.."
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Roma sat awkwardly on his bed now. It was becoming evident that the guy didn't have any harmful intentions, but what was Romano to do with a living doll? "Stop crying, please." He stood up, and searched his room for the doll, but of course didn't find it. "Don't screw with me. So you're saying that you are my doll?"
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