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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:22 pm
 ஐ ιnтяσםυcтισи ஐ Elliot was a normal teenage boy without a care in the world, his only concerns were passing his next test and helping out at the orphanage. That all changed when he became the target of Doctor Druitt. A mad scientist obsessed with beauty. It's not long till Elliot is kidnapped and brought to the mad doctors lab, months go by and countless experiments are performed day after day. His goal? to make Elliot a living doll so his beauty will last forever. He's close to succeeding but his plan falls apart when Elliot escapes, he's finally out of the hands of the disturbed Doctor but he's no longer the same. He needs electricity to function and his 'skin' is a pale porcelain complexion caused by a serum that has stopped all aging and has given it an impenetrable surface. His sense's are amplified giving him super human strength, speed, sight, hearing and smell.But worst of all a 'restart program' is currently wiping the memories of his past clean bit by bit.
Detective Hale has been on the 'puppet master' case for years and has been searching endlessly for some way to tie Doctor Druitt to a string of Kidnappings and with Elliot being the case's most prized piece of 'evidence' it's no surprise when he's assigned to take care of the youth.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:03 pm
мαιи cнαяαcтєяs  Name: Elliot Stone
Age: 17
Likes:
Boardgames
Candy
Being helpful
Painting
Cooking
Dislikes:
Being an inconvenience
Pain
Boredom
The dark
Being yelled at
Personality: Elliot is caring and determined, he's shy at times but not afraid to speak his mind. He's mature for his age can be very curious.
Bio: Elliot was raised by his mother until he was five but she became ill and soon passed off leaving him in the care of a local orphanage. There he was cared for by the nuns who worked there. He helped whenever he could, cooking, cleaning, running errands, anything to repay the nuns kindness.
Position: Uke 
Name: Hale Fox
Age: 27
Likes:
Rainy days
Reading
Cigarettes
Puzzles
Dogs
Dislikes:
Cooking (he doesn't know how so he always injures himself)
Leaving something unfinished (puzzles, movies, cases etc )
Criminals
His father
Over crowded areas (makes it harder for him to watch his back and protect himself)
Personality: Hale is cool and reserved, but has a snarky and playful side (though not a lot of people know that or have seen it for that matter). He can be determined and head strong.
Bio: Hale was the youngest of three. His childhood was a happy one filled with love until that night...Things changed when his father was accused of being the one behind a stream of serial murders happening in the city. At first he didn't believe it but when he came home one evening and caught his father in the act of murdering his mother, the truth was painfully clear. His father was arrested that night and sentenced to death, but people were still discontent, preferring to transfer their hate to Hale. Hating him for something his father had done. One night a few of them came together and set fire to his house killing his older brother and sister and leaving him with a nasty scar on his back that will forever serve as a reminder of that day.
Position: Seme
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 10:06 am
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"hah..hah..hah" soft breathy rasps left Elliot's lips as he ran through the inky dark woods. Branches reached out greedily, tearing at the white hospital like gown that adorned his body. He was tired and his body felt heavy but he didn't dare slow his hurried pace. Every now and then he would glance behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed, only to stumble and have to struggle to his feet again. It felt like hours until the sound of cars and city noise reached his ears. Hope sparked in his chest and he ran even faster, soon enough he broke through the crowd of trees and came to a stop at a highway. His gaze was wild as he scanned his surrounds, a myriad of sounds filling his head all at once and he cringed whimpering softly. His hands shot up to cover his ears and he began to stumble alone the side of highway, cars whizzing past him. A few slowed and a glance confirmed they were trying to converse with him but their voices just muffled together with the other sharper sounds.
He didn't know how long he walked, but the sounds started to die down and he was able to start thinking again. He around him, his movement jerky and realized he was now on a almost deserted street. He turned into a alley and slide to the ground. He was just so tried, so very tired his eyes fluttered shut and his world turned black only to light back up with images of the last seven months.
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Seven Months Ago
Elliot pulled the curtain at his window to the side, letting warm rays of sun filter into the small room he called his own. It was six thirty am and he had already started his morning chores. Sister Elizabeth peeked in and he offered her a smile, she was one of the nuns who took care of the kids here at Warm Hearts orphanage and she was also the cook. "Good morning Elliot" the elderly woman called, she held out a hand and Elliot walked forward to grasp it. "Now, what will we make for breakfast today?" she asked joy in her voice. Elliot laughed and tapped his chin in thought his other hand swinging her's lightly " I think pancakes french toast" he said cheerfully she giggled, a noise that made her sound younger than her eighty odd years. "Then I trust you will be on pancake duty and I'll tackle the toast oh! but we're out of eggs and buttermilk" her face fell slightly and Elliot rubbed her hand reassuringly "I'll run out and get some" he offered. She perked right up and smiled warmly at him "your such a dear, whatever would this old lady do without you?" Elliot smiled and raised her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles "an old lady? where?" he winked and she blushed giggling once more "go on then". A few minutes later he was pulling on his coat and waving goodbye as he hurried down the steps and took to the streets. Little did he know that it would be that last time he saw sister Elizabeth's grandmotherly face.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:59 am
Elliot entered the grocery store and picked up the two items plus a small loaf of bread. The store was little and run by a kind old man that often donated to the orphanage and his wife baked fresh breads every morning and they were usually sold out by noon. He payed for his purchases and wasted no time starting his journey back to the orphanage. He knew he should hurry but it was a nice day and he wanted to enjoy a little more of the clean air before he headed back. He passed a shaded enclave between two tall buildings and paused a sound of soft mewling, curious he stepped into the enclosed space and gasped at the site of two small kittens huddled in the corner. He smiled and crouched down so he didn't frighten them "hello there" he whispered slowly reaching out, when they didn't shy away he stroked one behind the ears and petted the other one on the head. They purred and little pink tongues appeared to lick at his hand. He laughed softly and reached into his bag "hold on I think I have something you might like" he pulled of two chucks of the soft bread and held it out to them. They gave it an experimental sniff before nipping it out of his hand and began nibbling away. He watched them eat, petting them occasionally "you guys on your own too huh?".
The cats looked up and hissed, the hair along their spine standing on end Elliot's face took on a confused expression "what's wrong? I'm not going to hurt you" he assured them. They hissed some more, claws and fangs bared. Something crunched behind Elliot and he spun around, startled. A tall shadowy figure stood behind him something gleaming in it's hand. Elliot gasped and came to a stand. He backed away trying to put distance between him and the imposing individual. "Hello boy...I've been waiting a long time to meet you" the voice didn't hold one trace of kindness and it had a harsh quality to it. A shiver ripped up Elliot's spine and he gulp, his wild gaze scanned the narrow space but it just proved to confirm what he knew already. He was trapped.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:45 pm
Elliot had never felt so terrified in his life. He had no idea what this man wanted from him, but his earlier statement made it clear he wasn't the everyday run of the mil thief. He eyed what he now realized was a knife and clutched a hand to his chest in an effort to calm his racing heart. "W-What do you want from me?" his voice shook, revealing his fear. The man laughed, a nasty rustic sound, and stepped forward "oh my dear boy, there's no need to be afraid," he cooed "you see, I'm going to take real good care of you. After all your about to become my greatest masterpiece" on the last word he lunged forward, bony fingers grabbing greedily at Elliot's trembling arms. Elliot shrieked in fear and rushed past the old man. "Come here boy!" commanded the stranger grabbing Elliot by his collar and pulling him backward with a strong yank. Elliot stumbled backward and opened his mouth to yell for help but before he could a cloth was slapped over his face covering his nose and mouth. A wave of dizziness hit him and his arms came up to pull weakly at his assailants arms. But as black cob webs clouded his vision his arms grew heavy and fell uselessly to his side. In the next instant his eyes slid close and his body sagged against the mysterious man. " Such a spirited lad, this one" he chuckled and heft Elliot's slender frame into his arms "but no worries, we can fix that".
Elliot didn't know how many hours, days or even months he slept for but when he awoke he was strapped to what looked like a hospital bed except he was in a room that was a combination of a lab and workshop. Immediately panic filled him and he tugged at his restraints, small desperate whimpers leaving his dry lips. "Ah, I see you have awaken" Elliot froze at the voice and lifted his head to stare at the man walking towards him. The man looked like a doctor , well he was dressed like one. In a white coat and slacks and his hands were covered in white surgical gloves. Yup everything fit the bill except for the insane gleam in his eyes. "Who are you? why are you doing this?" a dark chuckle escaped his kidnapper's lips and he walked towards the bed "I am doctor Druitt, and you my dear are to become my greatest creation!" he reached out and stroked the side of Elliot's face. Elliot gritted his teeth and jerked his face away. Doctor Druitt bared his teeth in what Elliot was assuming was supposed to be a smile but just ended up looking terrifying. "You see, you possess something not many people have. A flawless beauty. Eye's perfectly round and a perfect storm sky blue, framed by dark lashes that flutter like butterfly wings. A pert yet delicate nose that sits about curvy , lush, and soft cherry lips. And your skin-" Elliot shivered has the Doctor actually paused to swipe drool from the corner of his lips, a demented gleam shining in his eyes. Elliot's skin was crawling in the presence of the obsessed man but he needed to know what the 'good doctor' had in store for him. " W-what do you mean by me becoming your greatest creation?" Druitt's eyes sparkled and he rubbed his hands together "oh the answer is very simple. I plan to transform you into a doll, a marionette to be exact. You see beauty like yours must be preserved, treasured. What better way to do so than to 'immortalize' you?" Elliot felt himself break into a cold sweat and he closed his eyes hoping it was all a bad dream and he'd wake up back in the orphanage, sister Elizabeth walking the halls with him discussing breakfast. He opened his eyes and a strangled cry emerged. The nightmare was still here.
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