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 Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 11:55 pm
**Click the image to return to the main thread!** ~Birth of Naru~ ..........It's foggy, but you can still remember the first time you saw him... Brown eyes sparkling with laughter, red hair askew beneath his cosplay headband. Sure, it was a little bit cheesy that he was dressed up as Naruto... But you didn't mind at all! You two talked and talked... It seemed like you'd known each other for ages! Everything was perfect... You even got his number! But, when you called him... Something seemed a little bit funny. The phone just kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing... He must just be in the shower, right? Ring, ring, ring... Maybe he's gone to the store? Ring, ring, ring...Personal Information about Naru:Birthdate: January 29th, 2008 Core Emotion: Unrequited Love Gender: Male Hair color: A shocking red. Probably dyed. Eye color: Brown... Date of first growth: February 23rd
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:19 pm
~Are you just plain ignoring me?!~ I cursed as I hung up the phone. Again. That had to be the third message I've left him in two weeks. I've tried to get a hold of him. My friends have tried to get a hold of him. I know he can check his voicemail, I know he can answer his phone, but I don't know why he won't call me back. Flashybacky!
We'd been at the con for hours already. We formed a hug line by the front doors, and that was when I saw him. He was cute, I'll admit, but I'm not usually affectionate. At all. Which made it really weird when I hugged him and wouldn't let go for about twenty minutes. I finally let go of him, and he ran. That happened a few more times that night, but he eventually promised not to run away, so I let go of him... and he didn't. He vanished for a few minutes, and I'm almost sure no one noticed how depressed I got. But he came back... I was so glad...AND HE STILL WON'T ANSWER HIS PHONE. I was in the bookstore, and I picked up a mini-voodoo-doll kit. He'd pay, alright. I don't like being ignored. Three pins, viciously stabbed into his heart, one for each of the phone calls he still hasn't returned. One in his gut, because I'd sure like to punch him there. It's amazing how depressed he looks now... Do you get it, Naru? I know you have a real name, but it's just weird to call you by it... You were my Naru that night, and dammit, you still won't return my calls, so suffer!
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 6:56 pm
~Realization~ I picked up my poor Naru-imitation, looking it over. His X eyes clearly showed pain, but that was slightly reassuring to me. He'd hurt me, ignored me... My affection... I could smother my doll with it! "Silly, silly, Naru-chan, don't you know you're not supposed to play with pins?" I asked the doll, sitting down on my couch. I flicked the three pins in his heart, one at a time. I almost felt sorry for him and wanted to pull the pins out, but I just couldn't. They were making me feel better. "Sorry, my little Naru-chan. But this is just making me feel too much better." Yes, by the way, the general idea of this is true. I really did go to a con and develop a crush on a guy dressed up as Naruto, and yes, he really is not returning my calls. I'm too lazy to make this stuff up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 6:50 pm
~Is that a twinge of life?~ I don't think I'd put that poor doll down for a week. It was reassuring to have him nearby, while his real-life counterpart probably forgot my name by now. I'd shown Naru endless affection for the better part of a week now, and I realized: Just like the real thing, he couldn't show me any affection back. I angrily stabbed the pins into him further, setting him down on the table and stalking away to sit down on my favorite chair. I swore I saw a tear in his eye, and could've sworn I heard a voice... "You don't love me... but I love you... You're so mean..."Idiot that I am, being prone to chronic hallucinations, disregarded it. Was that a bad decision on my part...?
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 7:37 pm
~Now we're getting somewhere~ He attatched himself to my ankle. Literally. I was walking around school for two days with a rambling doll attatched to my ankle. It was sad, a little pathetic even. He seemed to be saying the phrase "Don't ignore me, I love you" an awful lot... When I got home, I detatched him from my leg, putting him on my pillow on my bed. I crossed the room, aware that he couldn't follow me. I ignored him as he continued to mutter that little mantra of his... He'd get his heart broken saying that...
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:23 pm
~ biggrin esperate for attention much?:~ I fell asleep, I woke up. Traditional cycle of events. Except that I woke up with a doll... Well, I guess he's not a doll anymore... Regardles, he was sitting on my chest and staring at me with those big brown eyes of his. He was grinning at me, happy to see that I was awake, I guess. I moved him to the side, noticing how much bigger he was... I can't believe that happened almost overnight like that... I was about to leave for school again when I heard him crying. I went back to my bed where I left him, smiling at him softly as I sat down. He got up, walked over, and sat on my lap, looking up at me with tears in his eyes. I wiped them away calmly, ruffling his hair. "Would it make you feel better to come to school with me?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously, shaking his red, yarny hair. I chuckled, putting him in the hood of my hoodie... cuz that doesn't sound weird. He squeaked happily, holding onto my hair as I got up and started walking again. "Just don't start that little mantra of yours again, okay?" I said, walking out of the house and closing the door behind me. I could tell the little guy got sad again, but he nodded anyway. "If it'll make you like me more, I won't say it," he said. I cursed in my head. This guy was good... Almost like he was taking tricks out of my book.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 6:59 pm
~ biggrin aily Wanderings of a High School Lunatic:~ There's nothing wrong with being a high school student with a stuffed doll on your back. I don't care what you say. Then again, I've been known to walk around with an umbrella dubbed the 'Grammar Bat', so I can't really input my opinion on the topic. I've seen other people around with dolls... well, not dolls, but... beings, I guess, similar to Naru... I have to check this out. Just as long as I'm not the only one talking to my dolls and getting an answer. That's all I care about. ...I still care about him, but I've moved on already. I can tell that Naru's gonna have his heart broken. He falls for someone then can't let go. The hairs at the base of my head have learned that, as he spent most of the day smelling my hair and tugging on it softly. He saw me first and he thinks he fell for me... he's gonna be so screwed up later on...
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 7:46 pm
~:Advice on Relationships:~ Note to self: Do NOT take a flirty, easily-heartbroken doll-being-thing to a supermarket. Disasters occur. Thanks for the police record, Naru. The strangest thing happened the other day. I was moving on with my life, still worrying slightly about the somewhat psychotic talking doll that followed me around, but I was moving on nonetheless. That guy he's an imitation of... He emailed me back. We started talking again, and now Naru feels ignored. He seems so sad, sitting there on the foot of my bed in the fort I helped him make out of a small blanket and some books. Regardless of how funny that image is, he still looks sad. It's like he wants me to be happy... but he wants to be happy, and doesn't know how to do so without me... Naru-doll just wants his Story back... Mean guy took her away... Sad Naru-doll... I feel unwanted, unneeded... like an accessory...
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:33 pm
~:Getting Tougher:~ It's a miracle. I spoke to him. I called him up, and spoke to him on the phone. When I see him again, what will Naru think? Well, I asked him. His big beady eyes welled up with tears and he flung his tiny arms around my stomach in what I believe was an attempt to hug me. After several looooong moments of shushing him and stroking his red, yarn-y hair, he calmed down to just a few sniffles. "Naru, what's wrong?" I asked, wiping a stray tear off of his face. "Naru-doll doesn't want to lose Story to a guy she never sees!" Naru sobbed hysterically as his tears started again. I sighed and repeated the process of calming him down slowly. Once his tears stopped again, I picked him up and held him at eye level. "Naru, you're not going to lose me. Like you said, I never see him. So I'll be around for a while. But Naru, you have to toughen up. You're gonna meet someone someday who'll cry when you might leave them too. But for now, you've gotta toughen up, okay?" I said to the doll in my hands. Naru's head drooped, but I could tell he knew I was right. "Okay, Story. Naru-doll will get tougher. Because Story wants him too, Naru-doll will get tougher," the little doll said softly. I grinned and gave him a hug, pulling him close to my neck. It was late, and I was tired, so I crossed my room and curled up in my bed, letting Naru go. He immediately snuggled into my arm, then stopped, inching away just a little bit. I grinned slightly, then fell asleep, aware that Naru was already out cold.
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