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αѕ ι ѕιт нєяє fяσzєи αℓσиє єνєи gнσѕтѕ gєт тιяє∂ αи∂ gσ нσмє
†ѕєиѕιтινє//ѕну†
Dim light cascading past the dust filled air, highlighting the partials as they danced in they're wake. Past a tiny figure laying lifelessly on a box, strings tangled around the small porcelain-like limbs of the small marionette. Her head hanging down forgetfully, dotting over all that had happened and what was to come. She'd been tossed up into the attic with the rest of the toys, to collect dust and wait till someone would fill the place with light and play with them again. Slowly the small and delicately crafted head of the dainty marionette raised, animated with life as its mechanical eyes fluttered open to show a crystal blue. Contrasting her gold and yellow appearance, with an audible crack and stiff jerk the old toy began to shift and stand. The old yellow cloth of a dress she wore still in good shape, since Viola was hardly played with, strings fell and tangled behind her as she moved, walking to the edge of the box she sat, the rusty joints of her legs dangling over. With a push of her tiny arms she eased herself down, slipping her hips off the box, while still having a good grip on the edge. Turning her body to face the box and hang off the edges, her feet desperately felt for the ground.
Feeling nothing but a void of space the pale marionette began to panic, one the handles that held her strings had eased down a bit with her, ready to slide of the edge. Which would most likely send her toppling down, With her small jointed hands failing her, she finally decided to just let herself drop. Letting her grip ease until she was finally falling the rest of the way to the ground, abruptly before impact the strings caught her in the fall. The handle far above stuck, blinking she looked down, the floor only moments away. Wiggling and struggling she sighed unhappily reaching up to tug at the strings, giving it a good yank before the handles came down forcefully. The marionette hit the ground and lurched forward, letting the handles fall to the ground instead of on her. Viola jumped, hearing a huge cracking nose. Looking back, only to find her handle snapped in half, eyes wide the small doll eased down to its knees, running a tiny molded hand over the handle. "Now no one will be able to play with me."She mumbled under her breath regretfully, the surrounding attic having no interest for her at the moment, something shifted in the distance, reminding her of her surroundings. Gathering her broken marionette handle she stood with the large piece of wood, looking around the towering boxes and sea of dust.
Feeling nothing but a void of space the pale marionette began to panic, one the handles that held her strings had eased down a bit with her, ready to slide of the edge. Which would most likely send her toppling down, With her small jointed hands failing her, she finally decided to just let herself drop. Letting her grip ease until she was finally falling the rest of the way to the ground, abruptly before impact the strings caught her in the fall. The handle far above stuck, blinking she looked down, the floor only moments away. Wiggling and struggling she sighed unhappily reaching up to tug at the strings, giving it a good yank before the handles came down forcefully. The marionette hit the ground and lurched forward, letting the handles fall to the ground instead of on her. Viola jumped, hearing a huge cracking nose. Looking back, only to find her handle snapped in half, eyes wide the small doll eased down to its knees, running a tiny molded hand over the handle. "Now no one will be able to play with me."She mumbled under her breath regretfully, the surrounding attic having no interest for her at the moment, something shifted in the distance, reminding her of her surroundings. Gathering her broken marionette handle she stood with the large piece of wood, looking around the towering boxes and sea of dust.
...αи∂ ι ωιѕн тнєяє ωαѕ ѕσмєтнιиg мσяє тнαи тнιѕ ѕαтυяαтє∂ ℓσиєℓιиєѕѕ
