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Silver and Steam (Invite Only)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → RP Sign-up → Silver and Steam (Invite Only)Did something happpen? I never saw more than two people together.
(I can write many thoughts for her.)
Explanation:
Explanation:
Aurora smiled, raising her hands to push back her hood and shake loose her hair. She stepped forward, her hand held out. "Hi, I'm Aurora. Phoenix, right? I got a few referrals and I have to admit, I've been watching you. I like what I see and I'd like to offer you a job," she said, pulling out two fake coins. She used these to show she had money but if someone tried to steal them, they were fake, so no loss to her. "See, people, mostly girls have been disappearing around town of late and I have business I want to finish without adding to those numbers. You in?"
The clockwork girl staggered out of an alley and onto the main street, in front of Vivian. Her wings fluttered weakly and she clutched at her chest. Her left arm is a metal machine made of the same gold as her wings, her left mechanical leg and the pumping metal heart in her chest. The glass plating above the heart just barely peaks out over the corset of her short, ballerina style dress. She clutches two ornate, golden skeleton keys. One had a heart on it, the other a pair of miniature wings. "Someone...help me...he's gone mad!" She manages to say before falling to the ground.
What am I doing here... I escaped from a city, who wanted me dead, because of this device and now, they probably search through the other cities too. It is just a matter of time, before they get me... and I am lonely. Nobody to help me. I can't speak to anyone... and they wouldn't understand me too. I am screwed.
She sighs and continues to look at Aurora.
Explanation:
Outside, a small young lady in a tattered dress watched a tiny screen with wide eyes, eagerly devouring all of the information pouring in. Her eyes flick from one image to the next, admiring every person for their uniqueness. She wanted in.
"Find a key," she whispered into the little device in her hands. Her worn gloves did not keep the cold off of her small exposed fingers, but they helped her keep her grip on the device as her mouth dropped. She'd seen that doll before! But where...? "Find a key now!" she repeated, struggling to keep her voice low, curiosity making her feel as though a laugh could burst from her lips at any moment. She bit them hard to keep from squealing with delight.
The eyes disappeared from the darkness and scurried through the walls, quietly, save for the occasional whirring of camera eyes and mechanical organs. Through the walls, across the floor, stealthily, the small mechanical rat scurried from shadow to shadow. Her bent wire whiskers twitched and trembled as nose-sensors tested the air. She spotted a key on a table, but it was in the middle of the group.
The toy critter made a mad dash for the key, snatching it up and turning back for the safety of the walls.
Aurora looked at the key. "I think that's the key to Phoenix's room. These," she pulled the keys from the girls hand, "Are the keys I think she needs...This one has a heart on it and the other has wings on it....I don't want to mess with anything. I don't want to hurt her at all..."
(The strange clockwork girls point of view)
She woke slowly, on a bed and with voices all around her. They were going to do more! What would they take this time?! Her eyes?! Her other arm?!
"NO MORE! PLEASE! Stop! It hurts! Please! Please!" She shouted, trying to jump up off the bed. She looked around at the group frightened and pulled her knees up to her chest. Seeing her keys in the black haired girls hands, she snatched them up and clutched them to her chest. "This isn't the labs...or the room...I was...wait! You took me from the street? that wasn't a dream? I'm not going to be hurt?" she asked. Feeling weak, she paused and looked down. Her heart needed to be wound...but they were all looking at her! Sighing, she slid the key into place and turned it, wincing as it hurt.
The girl shot up off of the ground, disturbing the resting machine behind her. "Hazel!" she shrieked. She unfolded her home-made wings and shot off of the ground, leaping to the window and grabbing onto the metal fire escape. Clumsily climbing over the too-tall railing, she fell with a thud onto the escape's landing. After shaking her head and untangling a piece of her wild hair from a decorative curl in the railing, which had snagged it, she dashed to the window and tried to lift it, only to find it locked.
She stomped her foot and knocked on the window. "Let me in! Give her back!" she demanded. She quieted and stared in awe as the mechanical girl stirred.