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Alice was led into a room filled with marionette-sized clothing. Huh I wonder how many marionettes he had to acquire all these clothing. . She looked around the room but did not want anything to do with the home. " I'm fine with what I have right now." Even though her clothes were made ages ago, the colors of the cloth had not faded away but look almost brand new. The clothing she wore had no tears or visible imperfections. I wonder why he brought me here. Alice thought for a second. She then came up with an answer for the question. Maybe he is trying to divert my attention from something that he knows he can't hide. Alice thought again. But what is so dire that he needs to hide it from everyone else? . Alice tried to review what had happened when she came to the broken home.

Alice heard the cracking sound that Drocel's hand made. Strange. I heard that sound before. It's so familiar where have I heard it before?. All of a sudden Alice remembered where she had heard the sound. " Porcelain " Alice said so quietly that no one could hear her [[ Please don't go super puppet and hear it t-t, it defeats the purpose of saying that no one could hear it.]] Back to the shop where she displayed at, Alice constantly heard the clanking of porcelain.

All of a sudden, Drocel stormed out of the room shouting something that Alice could not make out. Strange, Strange Man or whatever he is. Something had stained the air as Drocel came back from the room. Oh my. It's that smell again. The stench of blood started to crawl around the room. It had stuff itself into all the tiniest cracks that it could find and settling in. He could have broken a bone perhaps? the optimistic side of Alice thought. But then again her rational side started to take over. No that is impossible. She first thought, The cracking of a human bone does not make a similar sound as the sound of porcelain cracking. If it were the same then everyone in the world would sound like shattering glass windows whenever they went on a stroll. . Alice turned her head towards Drocel. "You're made of porcelain aren't you?" Alice said flat out without any hesitation. I have you now. There is no escaping the truth, and even if you try to cover it in lies; you'll never escape your insanity. .

" Well, if you are so adamant that you are human; then why don't you act like one?" Alice did not give the statement much thought. Huh, that sounded a little sketchy maybe I should clarify. "What I mean by that is, " Alice took a pause, and then continued with her claim. " I've been here for a long time, and in that time I was able to view how humans act." She took another pause because something had caught her attention. One trait had always puzzled her from the beginning. Humans always smile when they lie. Then it came back to her, that one day back in the dusty display case. A young girl with her parents had strolled into the shop because her favorite doll had been broken. The girl was trying to hold in her tears as she places the broken pieces of the doll onto the table. The shopkeeper smiled at her and told her not to worry. After they left, the shopkeeper took the pieces from the table and scrapped them. A few days later when the family came back, the owner of the shop gave her a new doll. This may seem like a plausible action, but to Alice it meant much more. For she was broken one and was not wanted anymore. She started to create a little frown as she remembered one of the many times she witnessed these actions happen. She finally said with a harsh tone, "You really need to stop smiling like that if you want to make your stories believable." . Alice never liked seeing the broken pieces of other dolls being thrown away. Because it has always forced her to remember that she was never finished.However, Alice had forgotten one major factor to, that old saying that people use when something or someone wants to become something that they are not, Monkey see monkey do.

Oh there are many things that trouble me about this world. . But first, she turned her head to Drocel and said with a flat tone, " You can't control what is not yours from the beginning…. . Alice trailed off for a moment. Something is wrong, I don't feel like doing anything anymore. Alice turned her head away and gave a little frown. When he touched her face she quickly snapped, " My eyes are made of tinted glass; they can't give off any of my emotions no matter how hard I tried. " . Man, he's just trying to pull stories out of thin air. But hey, who doesn't do that? . She pushed his hand away, "Don't patronize me." Alice said with a harsh tone again. " And what do you mean by someone to talk to? Don't you ever go and explore the world? Or are you too afraid of being exposed by some kitten gnawing on your rotting flesh….". Alice paused for a moment and thought, I've never had the blissful moment of being able to confront someone without them being afraid of me…. .

What do you expect from me? I've just been locked in a display case for over a century. I find it amazing that someone has actually wanted to take me with them. . Alice sighed. " I'm just a little more practical then sociable, which what most things develop over years of solitude. I'm not perfect even though I am a doll. ". The statement made Alice feel sick. I'm not perfect, no matter how many people try to fix me.. She looked down at the She took a pause to recollect her thoughts. Nothing makes sense anymore. I feel like in a mirror, able to view the outside clearly but never able to escape from my window. . " This place is fine, I don't see anything wrong with it. " Alice tried to conjure up a sentence in order to avoid any awkwardness, but choked on the words as they lurked out slowly from their dwelling. Silence can not be my friend. It just drives people into insanity and I can never go back there. .
[[So you put that your character was a lonely cat man…. X D. And as you can see my character is cynical as ever .o. ]]

Alice turned to him. "You really don't get it do you. ". She stopped for a moment. " I don't know if you noticed by now but I'm not in any shape or form to be eligible to be considered a 'human'. I mean come on look at me.". Alice stood up from her spot. It had been a while since they brushed up on this but Alice was only about 12 inches tall and had a pale white complexion. If one were to get close enough they would see the small cracks that have been accumulating over the years. " Also not everyone has the same motives in their lively hood. My passion for going outside and experiencing "life" has been abandoned long ago." . Far too long ago. Alice thought to herself. "Who are you to judge what is right for anyone? " Alice quickly said in a harsh tone. Her true colors had started to splatter onto her blank canvas of personality. [[ Derpity Derp. 6-6 ]]