The Clockwork Maid ~ Eleanor
It was a mistake. Now you're not sure what to think. She seems to be happy, however. She has no idea what she is, either. You brought her back - or perhaps created her - and now the consequences of that decision weigh heavily on your mind.The soft tapping of Eleanor's footsteps haunted you the further she got, the rapping of her knuckles against the door causing you to lose your focus. For the entirety of your life, you've been focused on studying dark, forbidden magic. Aspects of alchemy widely shunned and little understood, completely different yet undeniably similar to the clean, 'safe' potions you're trying to make now. It was only a few months ago the wrecked, tattered body of a young woman was dropped onto your doorstep with no further explanation, only with an attached purse of coin and the note to 'put her back together again'. Out of curiosity, you decided to try.
Her skin was stitched together like a doll, patches of varying shades of skin making up her beautiful face. You couldn't hide the stitches, but she didn't seem to care about them. It was a process like you had never known; taking apart pieces of her body one by one and gradually restoring them, all so she wouldn't truly pass. The last thing to be replaced was her heart; the once blackened human organ now replaced with a variety of clocks and bells to give the illusions of a heartbeat. Is she truly alive? Was she created, or simply brought back to life? The thought has driven you mad to try and think about... so much so, you swore off your old life.
"Mistress..." A soft voice from behind causes you to flinch, Eleanor appearing from over your shoulder and setting a bottle of tomato juice down in front of you. Her maid uniform rustles softly in the stillness of your quarters, the candle shining dimly over her. She was smiling, looking over your shoulder and briefly glancing at the textbook you were reading from. "You haven't come out of your room for a while. Is something the matter?" Eleanor asks with a soft hug, so polite and naive... she doesn't know you've been avoiding her.
FRIEND || Katerine Moore
Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay. Treehouse - Alex G Your friend didn't come to college today. It was strange. You got concerned and decided to visit her. She opened the door, looking exhausted. What's going on? Someone's in love. Time period: 2009.
Girls Sleepover Part 2
Giggles is a pink chipmunk who has a white diamond-shaped marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and has a red bow on her head. She is the sweetest gal who'll never hurt a fly. Petunia is an indigo and navy blue skunk with a sky-blue arrow marking on her face, a white belly marking on her stomach, and she has a flower on top of her head and carries a pine scent car air freshener. She has OCD. Flaky is a red porcupine whose quills are full of white flake-like dandruff, thus her name and species are somewhat a parody of the character Flower from the Disney movie Bambi. She is timid and shy. Lammy is a purple sheep with wooly white hair and tail fur. She is also kind.
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
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