Tuesday 11 May 2010 photo 3/4
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och här är en gammal historia som jag började på för typ 5 år sedan.....XD lol.
Den har med dockor att göra så jag postar den XD
-ONE-
Ever since she died this world has felt so unreal, and I didn't
know her that well. My parents only brought me over to visit her
on the big holidays like Christmas and I didn't even like her
that much.
To be completly honest I kind of detested her, which probably
came from the fact that it always felt like she wasn't very
fond of me, she always tried to pursuade my mother to get more
children. That's why it felt pretty odd now.
"Honey, have you found anything you'd like to keep, yet? You
know otherwise it'll be auctioned off..." I opened the door to
Grandmother Elle's upstairs bedroom and grumbled loudly in the
direction of the stairs.
"Not yet mom!" I could hear her shuffle around down stairs and
her reply came as I entered the bedroom.
"Come down stairs when you are finished." Like I would actually
want anything of my grandmother's.
Exactly as the rest of the house this bedroom was filled to the
brim with knick-nacks and trinkets, mostly in pastel colors.
More then likely everything in this pink dump was less worth
then crap.
I was about to leave the bedroom and be equally disgusted by
the next room when something black and orangey caught my eye.
I stalked up to her frilly bed and looked down on a doll
dressed in a white and black attire, like one of those, what
are they called? Anyway, the attire consisted of a
black top hat, a white t-shirt with a crossed over heart, black
suspenders,black leather hotpants, black socks, a pair of big
black leather boots with a lot of straps and black armwarmers.
The only resemblence it had to the numerous proclain dolls that
cluttered this building was it's size. I picked it up and it
was a lot heavier and not as brittle as the creepy proclain
ones, quite sturdy actually.
It's head was heart shaped and it had big eyes, you know like
those japanese comics that's the latest fad in school these
days. Maybe I could sell it to one of them for a good penny...
"An! Ah, there you are, have you found anything worth
salvaging?" Sickly pearl white pale skin, shiny black hair and
big yellow brown eyes entered the room in the form of my
russian sister.
She's adopted, I'm a busted condome. Our mom is one of those
'Save the world because it can't save itself' kind of people,
and how that annyos me to bits. 'There's a lot of children out
there that need families first.' That's what she believes and
I kind of agree on that, there's already to many people around,
why make more when the planet is already trying it's best to
get rid of the ones already inhabitating it?
Grandmother Elle seemed to have disliked greatly that way of
thinking and had been very dissapointed that her daughter had
adopted kids instead of getting more kids "the natural way".
That's probably why my brother and sister are the only people
in existent that I actually like.
"Oh, wow, if you aren't keeping him I want him! I've seen those
on the net..." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and sat
down on the edge of the bed next to me. Did she say it was a
boy? I studied it again, ah well, a boy then. People mistake
me for a girl quite often too.
"Actually, I'm going to sell it." I saw her roll her eyes and
then look around the room to try and spot more of them that I
might have missed. I glaced around the room too, if they where
popular enough to be on the net then I definently would get
a very good amount for more of them...
"I don't think that's such a good idea..." I looked back at
her with a questioning glance, how had she gotten a deeper
more masculine vocie so suddenly? But she looked as shocked
as I was. Then she turned her eyes down to my lap and they
boggled.
The dolls face had looked solemn before with half closed eyes
and a small downwards pointing mouth. But now it was looking
smug, glancing at us sideways with a big grin on it's lips.
We had to be imagening things right?
"Sorry Kiddo, your imagenation is too rusty to be coming up
with something like this." My eyes prepared themself to
launch out of my head but I put a stop to their devious plan
before they could accomplish it.
I held up the doll infront of me looking at it suspiciously.
It had not moved it's lips but the voice was definently coming
from it, and was that an insult badly baked into a "Na-ha-I-am-
so-good-because-I-can-read-your-mind" comment? Ha! You will
have to work harder then that to get to me, doll.
"Is this house getting to me or did that doll just speak?"
Sezja asked while staring big eyed at the doll in my hands.
I shrugged and continued to give the doll dirty looks.
"Well, you kids are kinda cute boggley eyed and all but we
don't have the time to just be sitting here staring at each
other." The doll was grinning even more now but that could
just have been my rusty imagenation so I raised an eyebrow
and asked;
"Oh?" My arms had started to cramp as the damn doll was
starting to get heavier and heavier to hold up infront of me
so I put it down on the bed between me and a very creeped out
Sezja.
"Yeah, pipsqueak..." My eyebrow decided to start preforming
a very jerky dance and I could feel a vein pop. I do not like
being called short, espesially not by a 22" doll. "You have
to get geared up so we can leave and clean up the mess left
in your grandpa's dimension." I blinked, Sezja blinked and I
could swear that the doll blinked too.
"What do you mean my grandfather's dimension?" I replied
slightly annoyed that the doll seemed to be enjoying leaving
me confused.
"Ah!" Sezja suddenly stood up and pointed excitedly at the
doll. "Like in the cartoon with that girl with long braids
and a cat and those other girls...You're the guide, like
that cat and Angel is a prince and he's going to magically
transform and then save a princess..." I raised my eyebrow
which was already tired from all the previous action and I
could see from the corner of my eye that the doll had raised
a painted eyebrow.
"Dear, you've watched way to much TV. I'm just a filter and
he just need to put on a pair of warm shoes and a jacket
and then we're gonna go and straighten up the mess left
by his grandparents."
"Honey, have you found anything you'd like to keep, yet? You
I was about to leave the bedroom and be equally disgusted by
She's adopted, I'm a busted condome. Our mom is one of those
I held up the doll infront of me looking at it suspiciously.
"Yeah, pipsqueak..." My eyebrow decided to start preforming
"Dear, you've watched way to much TV. I'm just a filter and