(( and now I am forced to make the post that no one wants to see.... The if you drop out post...
If you don't show up for a few days or more without notice I reserve all rights to have the poor cherrie can and WILL be killed off so the story can progress. In other words, I will not play nice in the sand box and the brother will get a hold of you and strap you to a rocket for blast off.
I really don't want to do that but I will. Sorry, but you know... Boom. :) ))
(( If you are now angry or upset blame patriot. They are the one who asked me to make this RP so.... Their fault. Just kidding, but really, sorry if I seem harsh. ))
((Okay, here's my more complete skellie))
Toy type: A Russian doll
Mistake: One leg was accidentally made shorter than the other. Because of this, he always walks with a limp.
Appearance: Sasha is tall, for a toy, at three apples tall. He has curly brown hair and light green eyes. He wears and old uniform of some sort, blue and red with shining brass buttons (which he is very proud of)
Attitude: Sasha is very noble. Not quite proud, but very noble. He keeps his head held high, and though he walks with a limp his posture is straight and confident.
Personality: Sasha is confident yet quiet. He is not a boastful sort, almost appears to be shy. More TBD
Other: Speaks with slight accent
(( Patriot - Sorry, dragon witnessed it and...oh look! A bird! *runs*
Dragon - PROTECT ME! And nice skellie:) ))
((Of course I'll protect you. ^-^ And thanks. ^-^))
(( I'm saved! :P we will start after someone else post a skelly or after a while without them and they can p))
(( hit submit. Stupid phone. ))
((Post whenever they get on. And Dragon, did your sis want to join? I wanna give out a last chance as a thanks for protecting me. :) ))
((Of course I'd love to join! :D I was just coming to post my skellie))
(( Yay! Just wondering, are you and Dragon ever on at the same time? ))
((Occasionally. :) ))
Toy type: Porcelain doll
Mistake: All of her hair accidentally got chopped off.
Appearance: Petite and pretty, slender figure and a soft pink dress with black and white lace. Pale skin with rosy cheeks, a pleasant smile and bright blue eyes. Her hair would have fallen down her back in beautiful blonde curls, but it was chopped off messily when the toymaker's hands slipped while finishing her dress, so now it hangs limply by her ears.
Attitude: Shy and unassuming
Personality: Elizabeth is very shy and self conscious, partly because of her hair. She is easily pushed around, preferring to o as she is told rather than risk getting scolded or criticized.
(( Lovely skelly!!!!!!!))
((I didn't see the age range thingie. There was a 6 year old above, so I thought it would be ok. If you would like I could change the age. Oh, I think Kataria will already be Molly's.))
(( no, she is fine. Don't worry about it. It's no biggie. And okay:) Patriot, you said that he was a new toy so I'm assuming he will be new to Molly's? Am I correct? ))
(( if you haven't posted a skelly yet just post it before you make your first post. I was font go wait to start but... Oh well. ))
There wasn't a sound in the corner of the large room just a ways from the bed other than the swift sound of satin sweeping the floor.
Smiling in pure delight at her dance, Ella didn't see anyone around and was just having fun in the wooded doll house that the girl, Molly, kept her in. The toymaker had made it with a small stage area with a barre that Ella loved. She smiled as she finished her simple steps just practicing.
She finally ended the dance and looked in the mirror, she reached up and touched her rib cage, she could feel her bones even through the fabric. Not good enough. She picked up and kept up her steps picking up as if she never stopped. Looking over at the castle on the other side of the room, then back at the mirror. "First third first third" she said out loud, "two three four five six an eight"she chanted aloud.
Finally exhausted Ella headed up the empty house's stairs passing a empty kids room. She wondered slightly if any younger toys would come in that she could look after... Give her a purpose. Sighing she closed the door and headed on the the balcony that faced away from the castle, though it was still visible from it if one looked hard enough from the castle balcony.
Ella leaned over the rail looking at the door, no people around. Good. She sighed softly looking over the small felt flower garden that was below her attached to the house.
Katarina considered herself a free sprit. She hated being cooped up in the dollhouse, so she often took to drawing. Currently, she wa sprawled out on her bed, her silk red dress spread out as she guided the miniature pencile along the page. She was drawing the vase of doll-sized flowers on the dresser.
Jack was lifted from the work table, she lay limp in the toymakers hand, the toy maker frowned and shook his head, he didn't like the way Jack had turned out, he walked out of the work shop and too the room of his granddauther and put Jack down near teh doll hous efor his granddauther whens he came home, then he left.
As soon as the door shut Jack shood up and looked around, he was confused adn upset. Why? He knew he wasn't perfect, but now he was ditched, the toymaker had decided to not work on him anymore. That made him sad becuase he was suppose dto a horse, he'd really wanted that hors. Jack turned and fiddled with the door of the doll house.
Sasha watched the world silently with his proud smile. He stood straight and tall where he was, waiting for the toymaker to leave before he dared to move around.
Ella heard the door open to the room and froze. Then when it closed again she heard something giggling with the doors. A new toy? She rushed down to the front door past what sounded like drawing coming form Katrina's room.
Finally arriving at the house's door Ella opened it to find a small cowboy. She crouched down so that she was to his level almost. "Hi, are you new?" She asked him softly.
When the door was opened suddenly Jack's hand flew too his six shooter at his side. His stiff arm just hung there though, he saw it was ballerina, he looekd he rup and down, white clothes black shoes, she was pretty he saw nothing wrong wth her. He moved his hand form his six shooter and up to his hat, pulling lower of his face to hide the splotched wood on his face, though his arms were splotched too.
"Yes, ma'am." he said quietly, a southern drawl obvious in his childish voice.