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I went WAYYYY over the limit, but I like my story. It's kind of based off a song called 'Still Doll'
And it's kinda bad.
D;
Total Value: 733,504 Gold
[Item Information]
Item List:
Enchanted Strings
Blacklight Punk Sock
Blacklight Tube Top
Purple Tam Beret
Kottan Bell
Carol of Ol' Ebenezer 2nd gen.
Prisoner's Ball and Chain
Kottan Bell 3rd Gen
Charred Tundra Boots
Kottan Bell 2nd Gen
STILL DOLL
Hello.
I'm Ayumi Kenya.
I am fifteen years old.
I am a musical prisoner to a old man.
I had always been a musical prodigy, the feeling the metal strings against my slender fingertips and the smooth wood against my pale skin. The music surrounding, sending me into my own world. My parents were so proud of me, they loved showing off their little prodigy when I was young. I didn't mind. Just being able to play my music was enough of a reward for me. My voice, oh how many people would melt at the sound of my voice. It was odd really, I never really cared for my voice even though it was considered music. Both my instruments were apart of me that I cherished and never wanted to lose. What brought many people to watch me was my innocent face, they complimented me saying that I resembled a doll. As I grew older, I noticed that my parents focused more on my career than my happiness and yelled at him repeatedly whenever I practiced or sang on my own. I had to work for my love. I despised it. They would lock me in my room for hours without my violin and would listen in on my door to see if I was singing. I didn't understand, I thought they loved my music. Turned out, they loved my fame and soon became jealous of it.
One day, I escaped that dreaded house. Only to be captured by an old man, he seemed to be a caring man. Until I was locked in a tower, only with my violin. He had told me that he love my music and I was a beautiful doll-like girl. When I told him that I had ran away because I was deprived of my music, he immediately told me that here I could play and sing as much as I want. I refused the offer and I ended up with a chained to a ball and locked in the tower. Everyday he would slip food into my room and spend hours just staring at me through the window in my room. It fridgtened me. He stared at me as if I were an object. He wouldn't leave unless I played my violin. I had went to playing my violin for my parents love to playing my music to stay alive.
And it's kinda bad.
D;
Total Value: 733,504 Gold
[Item Information]
Item List:
Enchanted Strings
Blacklight Punk Sock
Blacklight Tube Top
Purple Tam Beret
Kottan Bell
Carol of Ol' Ebenezer 2nd gen.
Prisoner's Ball and Chain
Kottan Bell 3rd Gen
Charred Tundra Boots
Kottan Bell 2nd Gen
STILL DOLL
Hello.
I'm Ayumi Kenya.
I am fifteen years old.
I am a musical prisoner to a old man.
I had always been a musical prodigy, the feeling the metal strings against my slender fingertips and the smooth wood against my pale skin. The music surrounding, sending me into my own world. My parents were so proud of me, they loved showing off their little prodigy when I was young. I didn't mind. Just being able to play my music was enough of a reward for me. My voice, oh how many people would melt at the sound of my voice. It was odd really, I never really cared for my voice even though it was considered music. Both my instruments were apart of me that I cherished and never wanted to lose. What brought many people to watch me was my innocent face, they complimented me saying that I resembled a doll. As I grew older, I noticed that my parents focused more on my career than my happiness and yelled at him repeatedly whenever I practiced or sang on my own. I had to work for my love. I despised it. They would lock me in my room for hours without my violin and would listen in on my door to see if I was singing. I didn't understand, I thought they loved my music. Turned out, they loved my fame and soon became jealous of it.
One day, I escaped that dreaded house. Only to be captured by an old man, he seemed to be a caring man. Until I was locked in a tower, only with my violin. He had told me that he love my music and I was a beautiful doll-like girl. When I told him that I had ran away because I was deprived of my music, he immediately told me that here I could play and sing as much as I want. I refused the offer and I ended up with a chained to a ball and locked in the tower. Everyday he would slip food into my room and spend hours just staring at me through the window in my room. It fridgtened me. He stared at me as if I were an object. He wouldn't leave unless I played my violin. I had went to playing my violin for my parents love to playing my music to stay alive.
