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Pop, Pop, Pop.

A boy laid on his back looking up at a ceiling of bubble wrap. He held some in his black fingers slowly popping at them to past the time. Occasionally he paused in popping letting his burnt fingers take a break from the tingling pain before he continued to pop back at the plastic bubbles. Under his back he felt the van moving over bumps, the engine slowly rumbling and vibrating under the metal hood. He could hear the wheels scrapping against the ground changing sounds if he was over dirt or not. Occasionally the back of the truck would open, someone would get on, grab something and leave again. Kotai hated it when that happened, he felt a overwhelming feeling of excitement that he would be let free, but then again, left in disappointment.

Back to the bubble wrap.
Pop, Pop, Pop.

The boy once again pressed against the wrapped air watching as it squished out a the sides trying to get away from his pressing fingers, then the final letting of the plastic. It was all he could do at this point. He already slept most of the trip and had little to do. It was a good thing he could go without energy for long amounts of time. That was for sure. It had already been a few days since he was thrown in a box and shipped back threw FedEx. Although Kotai would rather take a car without the claustrophobic feeling, he was left to the box like an item. He hated that, it pained his core. The first few months after his purchase and creation he was happy, and felt accepted like a real human being. But now, back to item. The boy sighed out hesitantly before looking back at his left scars.

Burnt black over his skin, his fingers up to his knuckles. It's what happened when he shoved a fork into a outlet. He remember it quiet well. First the sudden whistling silence, then a bust of light followed by the sound firecrackers made. Then the purge, the force of electricity up his arm and down his rib cage, into his eyes. It caused a strange reaction inside, making him twitch before feeling like he fell asleep and woke up again with a headache. He didn't know what happened inside his created body, and he was curious if it was like a computer re-boot, or if humans had the same reaction.

The memory was forced off as he heard the truck pull to a stop making his body lunged forward from the gravity shift. His stomach turned at the repeated feeling. He looked up as he heard the back of the truck open, his eyes looking around the box walls as he heard a person climb in with a grunt before shifting and rolling something against the floor. Metal on metal. The person moved backwards and back outside putting something on the ground. Kotai hesitated wondering if it was his turn or some other big heavy box. Silence before more movement. Kotai lost track of the steps, then suddenly his box moved and landed on something, he froze and whimpered to himself trying to go undetected as the ground moved under his standing feet. In panic he tried to lean back into whatever was under him. He rolled now, perhaps on some wheels, one of those things that move large boxes perhaps? Then suddenly he went rolling down fast as the delivery man messed about. He felt feared and like he was about the release stomach fluids, if he had any.

Now on ground level he heard a door open, a voice saying to bring it in, he felt the box start to lay flat again, his knee jerk reaction was to lean forward and stay standing, but he fell on his back hitting his head against a metal bar. The boy groaned and wanted to squirm and scream out, but at the same time not get caught. So his fist flailed in the air before pulling open two fingers and flipping off where he heard the man speak. Mumbles came into his walls, he could barely make them out, then it was over. Quiet before he realized he was actually on a floor, in a room, alone. Was he at the right place? Shouldn't someone be opening him up now?

Nothing happened.

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Pop, Pop, Pop.

Seeing his situation the boy couldn't even get out right now, he heard no one, so if he was 'home' again then he was in a back room, his box was taken into the back way, it was a shop after all. So he laid there in silence trying to hear anything continuing to pop at large and small bubbles. Soon he popped about 3,256 bubbles n front of his face, and now, he hit cardboard... cardboard? Was that what he was really inside of?! He thought it was something else, like metal, wood, a coffin even! But cardboard? That made him feel like the guy in Avatar.

Sighing, Kotai lifted his hands becoming sick of the tight space and began to scratch at the boarding that was thicker than normal card board. After a time it began to shed of it's covering and showed the inside of it. Kotai looked closely finding it rather thick. His fingers pounded a bit in a heat as he stared," This will scrap..." he said to himself before lifting his fist and started to punch as well as he could inside the thing. He tried again breaking a bit more, his skin burning from the small scraped and tiny cuts at his pale skin. Again. He saw a bit of light. Once more. More light. Kotai felt proud of himself breaking from this box. But also a bit weird as if he was in a cocoon trying to get out. How the hell do butterflies do it? he thought to himself before fully breaking up, tearing and pulling at the board before sitting up to freedom.

Ko relaxed greatly sitting in the bubble wrap. His eyes scanned around finding on one in the room, just a open window letting light in, and a closed door behind him. Slowly he squirmed to get a leg up and out of the hole he created. After a few grunts he managed to get out and stand int he box, proud of his escape. He looked down at his torn jacket finding cardboard dust, how unappealing. He dusted off, stepping off of the box only to get it caught on his left foot, he trashed his foot around until it came undone. Finally he relaxed as it fell to the ground, empty now, light, covered in duct tape and with a hole in it. Kotai shook his head and sighed before going to the window and looking outside. A new sky to look at.

His blue eyes turned deep orange as he looked into the light, up at the clouds, his hair changed with his eyes looking like marbles that transferred within any light. Slowly he moved out of the sun light, his hair and eyes turning back to blue before he turned and went to the door wiggling the nob and opening it. As he did he saw a kid run past him. Kotai watched as he passed by, not recognizing him at all as a doll, so maybe he was human. Kotai couldn't tell, he moved too fast. Slowly Kotai turned from the direction he boy ran and went down the halls. Soon he found a woman peering into doors and talking to herself. Kotai blinked and looked at her, maybe the mother? Maybe a sister? Kotai smirked to himself deciding to play a joke. He walked past her casually with his hands in his pockets, he looked ahead and said," Your grandson went that way." Inside ht chuckled, and his feet lifted and went a bit faster in his walk before turning a corner and returning to the main room for both customers and dolls. He moved to the shadows to go unnoticed, sat at a empty chair and began to look around the Doll's faces for anyone that might have been made around his time.

All he could remember of his first day was the faces of many females helping him dress up in unknown items such as cloths and accessories he found weird. Then the occasional male doll that would say "hi, welcome to life, blah blah blah" then leave. After that short day of existence he was taken home with his owner. That's all he remembered of the shop. He doubt that anyone would recognize him from two years ago. Not even in his own creator.





Original post: The RP: Janko Dolls

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The evening light came in and shined brightly into a room that seemed deserted. Dust fell in heavy in the space, slowly moving from lack of air flow. Cloths both new, torn and old laid out all over the floor in wads. The furniture was scuffed, chipped, burnt in some area's, covered in a thick layer of dust that showed recent and old fingerprints from days or weeks before.

The bed of this room was shoved next to a window that was as large as the bed and at the same height. When open it caused a small drop off from the second floor to the road next to the bed. The window was open, curtains pulled back being pushed away and back again by the morning breeze. On this unorganized bed was a young boy. Blue hair, headphones attached to his ears and giving him a nice loud world to be in. It soothed and helped him sleep in the silence of the world, but the wind awoke him from the opened glass next to him... as usual.

Irritated, his eyes opened, beautiful cyan with hi-lights of neon purple, and yet, held a glare. Looking around the room with these eyes noticed the white letter he was given the day before. He stared at it as it shifted in the wind, then grabbed it before it fell out the window.

"My day hasn't even started and it's already trying to steal from me..." The boy moaned in a voice that did not fit the glare he held upon his face. A glare he always wore, and never knew. Again, another sigh came out, the young boy sat up removing a hand that was holding his head like a pillow, then using it to scratch his chest. Almost instantly did he get up that his hair and cloths gave him small shocks he enjoyed, and pushed away the dust around in his air.

The pretty eyes, with purple highlights that moved like tensile in the breeze, looked down at the street under his hand that gripped at the window ledge," Hm..." he wondered," Should I avoid the old drunk and jump out? Or face him and get my shoes?" He asked himself curiously, even though he well knew his answer. He knew his step dad was afraid of him for some odd reason, he had no idea why. But each moment he was in a room with the large man, the guy would act paranoid, look at his wife then the kid again in fear. The boy shrugged, pulled on his jacket that loosely hung down to his shoulders, then left the room.

The living room seemed worse that the teen's room. It was messy with beer cans and glass bottles everywhere. The wide TV screen under a book shelf of more beer was cracked and dusty. The room had no windows giving it a dark eerie feeling of normal-ness. Behind the couch that sat at the TV was a small bar that joined the kitchen. Under the pile of more beer's and vodka shot glasses was a over sized man, his head on the bar, drooling and snoring loudly. The boy didn't look any closer in fear of finding snot dripping from the guy's face. I swear, he's like a baby. Crap coming out of every hole. And selfish. The boy thought to himself before finding his shoes under some new's papers. He pulled them on and heard a rustling of the man behind him.

He glanced, the drunk looked at him without lifting his head. There was a long pause...
The drunk slowly turned his head, a bottle fell and broke. There was mumbling, the teen could not hear so he simply pushed down the jeans over his Converses and left.

"I swear I'm gonna kill that guy." He said to himself as he walked towards the park in the cool air. Under his loose jacket was a grey sweater, so the air didn't effect him as much. His jeans where a different story. Even thought the cuts where small-- and intended by the jean company-- it still gave him a small shiver now and then to feel the wind on his skin. He some-what had mixed emotions about wind.

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After a long walk down a large hill, this boy finally arrived at the crime scene( a crime for it got him to leave the house). But his irritation towards the matter was comported by the loud ringing music in his ears. Little did he know his iPod's battery was about to go.

The park seemed quiet, abandoned, well to this boy anyway. He came from a different angle so he saw no one else past the tree's. He walked in further to the other side while thinking of some places around he could go eat if this ended up being a prank.





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Morning light gently showed it's self over the edges of the surrounding mountains. It's rays of lights gently waved around clouds in the air, like water around rocks, only to land on certain parts of the large town below. This tiny town was probably bigger than a town but not tall enough to be a city. there was transportation from buses to street cars, but simple walking could get you anywhere you needed for there was never traffic or a build up of people unless there was an accident. And accident's where as rare as the eclipse.

The tallest building here would have been the apartment buildings that went as high as seven stories. Not as impressive as the thirty stories in the city a couple hours away, but enough to make the named one of the top ten relaxing cities in ever tourist booklet. Some of the main attractions would be simple to the people living there. The penny fountain at the downtown square, the shopping district that was all around that fountain and the few tiny parks that could be so quiet during rush hour it was considered private property to passers even though it was public.

There was also a library, the food market and scattered restaurants and hotels. But the only ones awake at this hour, about Six in the morning, were either the bakeries, or early risers who loved to move around so early in the morning. And one little candy shop that poked out even earlier than the bakers.

Near the inner circle of this city was a school, two floors--one with a indoor pool-- a gym, outside track, fencing, high tech computer labs, lockers and over fifty separate classrooms and club rooms. Even about five storage houses behind the large clean school. But even a place that was about to become loud around eight was still silent as the humans who slept around it.

One who still slept was a boy named Iza. His hair almost considered grey from the lack of blonde, his eyes turquoise but unseen as he slept. This boy laid in his bed, breathing out heavily threw his mouth as he dreamed of who knew what. His room was full of what one wouldn't expect. Toys, plushies, pillows, a laptop, scattered art pieces and cloths that belonged to the genre called cosplay. Shoved in the corner of his room was a desk with a sewing machine on it, it's tiny light still shown over the needle and thread that was pushed into fabric. The night before this boy had been up till one in the morning trying to put in as much work as he could before the week started again hoping he could meet his deadline. Although this boy looked the type to be like any other boy(sports, gaming, girls, porn, hanging out, what have you) he was quite the opposite. He sold toys and cosplay off the internet, talk to many people from his school but didn't know in chat rooms, and had a picky preference when it came to love. Not to mention he was incredibly shy, innocent and cute around his friends, this has brought to him much love from females and picky from his male friends.

But right now Iza simple slept with a clean undisturbed look on his face, until the sun shone on his face, to fix that he would simply roll over and not let it blind his face. But as he decided to do this, his big fat white cat, Whiskers, jumped onto the bed and decided to use his face as a pillow.

Iza coughed in his sleep as his nose and open mouth was filled with tiny strands of fur, some of them loose and being breathed into his lungs," How tha....whaa....kyhh! Get off!" The boy mumbled out under the bit fur ball. Slowly he grabbed the cat and pushed it's fat face off of his, then sat up and breathed out before breathing in the sacred air. Times like this always made you grateful for the great tree crap.

However as the boy sat up he also had two ears falling into his face. On his body he wore a open jacket that had bunny ears on the hood. It was either that or cat ears that night, the weather had been cold. But of course with his cat's hair all over his face, it made him look like he really did have whiskers with who bunny ears drooping down into his face on weakening wires. Iza sighed and pulled up his sheets rubbing his face in them hoping that the fabric would use static electricity as a magnet. After this he shook his head and free fell back into the bed letting out a groan as he laid back down. Below him he heard a 'mew~'.

"Okay.... okaaaay..." He gasped out as another cat came crashing down onto his ribs. It was the old ambush-Iza-in-his-sleep-to-get-him-to-feed-us-trick," I'm up I'm up..." Iza complained sitting up and closing the blinds on the window across his room. His eyes were too sensitive at the time, and he was not a morning person.

Slowly the bunny boy moved out of the room, opened his colorful door and shuffled down the tiny hall quietly hoping to not wake his mother that was only sleeping in her neat room a couple of doors away from his. Doors as in a tiny closet for sheets and cleaning supplies, then a small door to the bathroom, the only bathroom. First he passed the bathroom, closet, then very silently passed his mother's room making sure to not step on any creaking boards. As angry as he was when waking, his mother was like a waking dragon-- liable to kill anyone who wakes her, then eat them for breakfast. Iza didn't not want to loose anymore hearing nerves.

Now our of the hall and into his living room, things were now in the 'safe' zone. So he walked more relaxed and into the kitchen on the other side of the room he was in. His feet shuffled over the carpet giving him a caffeine shock as he grabbed the metal handle of the cabinet that canned food was. Below him his cats rubbed back and forth between his legs pawing at his toes that he wiggled around like toys. He pulled out two cants and looked down at the two cats. Whiskers was large and fat while Ki-n** was quiet the opposite, grey and slim, but heavy nonetheless.

"Here we go...hey get down." Iza said gently as a cat jumped up on the kitchen counter wanting his food fast. He picked up the grey cat and placed it back on the ground before shushing their cries and giving both a opened can of tuna. With both of them satisfied by their slave, he felt like sleeping, but having a pet turtle and mother to feed he decided to try the earlier riser routine.

Iza grabbed some greens, went to the living room and to his right were there was nothing but a wall with a small table and a tank on top of it. There was a light over it, on and warming the glass. Inside was water, sand, a few plants and a tiny house made by a unskilled ten year old who decided to use bark. It was messy and held together by rotting toothpicks. But Iza didn't mind it, he didn't care as long as no one knew. So he opened the top of the casing, placed the green leaf inside and petted the top of a shell that was half under the tiny house and was way to big to fully fit under it," Morning To-mo.." He whispered gently, the turtle responded by poking it's nose out then slowly it's legs and tail. Slowly, so slowly, the old turtle moved out from under it's tiny home and turned around to eat. Iza would have stayed and watched the long ten minutes but he had some cooking to start.

First he pulled out some already ground coffee beans and put them in the broiler letting it slowly make coffee for his soon to wake mother. Then he pulled out the things he was to make for his lunch and breakfast, grabbed some equipment and began to make the breakfast first. Toast eye(as Iza called it) for mother with bacon and a side helping of rice. And for him, a rice omelet, which was simply a normal cheese omelet with meat and potatoes then a big thing of rice. His own kind of stir fry. As the two pan let out the small spatters of oil and sizzling sounds for about half an hour, his mother walked out of her room holding a blanket tight around her. Then slowly followed her nose into the kitchen. Iza looked as he saw her walk in a sit at her spot waiting for something to eat. Iza smiled looking at the woman.

She was tired now yes, black bags under her eyes, hair messed up and sticking out everywhere, her back slumped and such. But she was still pretty, red haired, hazel eyes and soft skin with very few wrinkles. Even though she was near her forties she still looked thirty. Iza always thought he was born when she was in her teens or something. But that was a lie to himself.

Slowly he approached giving her a small mug of coffee, cream, sugar, all the things she liked. She took it gently in her hands and drank up with a gentle soft "thank you." The very same gentleness that Iza held in his voice towards his pets. The boy smiled. Kissed his mother's head gently then went and got a plate pulling on her Toast eye, he took a knife of fluffy butter and rubbed it all over the top sprinkling a bit of cinnamon on top. It was an odd combo but she loved the mixture so he made it this way. She already had an odd taste for things, c'mon, who puts peanuts INSIDE there Pepsi then eats them while drinking?

Iza knew all these things already, and just simply fed it to her every other day because of their 'room mate' system. They treated each other like friends, she cook one day, he'd cook the other day. Except lunch during the week because he wouldn't be there.

Breakfast was silent, they all ate. Iza, the turtle, both cats and his mother. Silently making the smacking noises between their forks, plates and lips. Iza didn't really enjoy this sound but was used to it by now. After they ate his mother did the dishes at the sink as Iza made and packed his lunch. By now it was only seven thirty and pretty bright outside, but also incredibly cloudy. Maybe it would rain...

Thinking of this Iza went to his room, dressed up in darn blue skinny jeans, a baggy black shirt and pulled on a jacket over it then pushed his iPod into his pocket with his phone, then slowly looked at his laptop, open and still on. Iza then remembered. It was Valentines day, the day he was promised to meet someone he was very fond of over the internet at his school. It was surprising really, to meet someone online and not even know them from his real life. But his heart raced at the thought, meeting someone he secretly liked on a day of 'love'. Made his face heat up at the thought. Should he give them a gift? Iza had no clue and simple stood dumbfounded with a red face. Then he closed the lid of his computer gently and grabbed his backpack before going to the living room.

7:35 AM He had time. Slowly he turned on the TV and switched threw the channels looking for weather. But his mind was quickly distracted as his favorite morning cartoon came on. His face lit up, his smiled brightened out happily as he sat closer to the TV and stared intently at it like a dog with food. One could picture him in a Inu cosplay. But with such a distraction, it only took his mothers words to snap him out and look at the clock.

"You're gonna be late." The elegant woman said out as she pulled on her suit's jacket and looked at her excited son at the TV set with the remote tight in his fist. He looked back and blinked hard before remembering and throwing the remote on the couch after turning off the TV

"Crap!" he said loudly before bowing to his mother and pulling on his shoes, then bolting out of the building and down the streets. It was three minutes till eight, his walk was five give or take distractions and dodging of other students to get to his own class. He hoped he wouldn't break his clean record.
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