Briar Patch

Welcome to Briar Patch dolls, maker of fine dolls since 1723. Step inside, have a look, will you? And say, what was your name again?

[faqtoo]

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

chenaultlemieux entered the shop eyesonfire—x entered the shop assorted-souls entered the shop This time, the ring of the bell that was so keen to his ears was hardly audible over the old fashioned sewing machine. So Briar continued sewing the small bits of lace to the end of the sleeves, only hearing the footsteps when he halted his work to get more fabric. He looked up, standing and brushing his hands off on his apron. “Sorry about that. Are you looking for anything specific?”

[eyesonfire--archive]

Oh, this shop caught her eye! Though, she completely regretted that decision once she walked in. The energy was off. Oh, it was very, very off. The dolls were creepy, creepy! Something was off about them too. Like, actual haunted dolls except—-…more soul. The petite fallen angel snapped out of it once the man spoke to her.

“Erp, no. Just got drawn in here by something or another. It’s very interesting.”

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Briar near almost squinted in suspicion, yet he refrained, only nodding in response to her claim. But, he could sense that something was off with her as well; not like the various other souls he had encountered during his time as a doll maker. "Well, if you need anything, feel free to ask it." Briar assured, turning to sit back at his desk.

[theirlosthope-archive]

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[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Briar was not accustomed to large groups of people. Not in Elbruc, at least. He’d been living there for, ten years now, and he had found it to be a dull, grey sort of town. Or, in his terms, it was an inconspicuous town. He was always looking out for his own back, after all. Thankfully, none of this crowd gravitated towards his shop, for, he could not deal with more than two at once. Briar looked up, figuring the woman that had entered the shop was simply looking for a safe haven, and not his assistance.

[theirlosthope-archive]

Turning around, she looked at everything around her. Her lips parted in amazement and she sighed, “Wow…. Hey this is cool.” She looked at the only man here and smiled, “Do you…. Do you work here…?” She smiled, looking at dolls around her, “These are neat..” She didn’t dare touch one, in fear she’d break it. She always had horrible luck like that.

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Even after all these years, it was still nice to see people stare in awe at his precious porcelain dolls. It was gratifying to know that his dolls were practically timeless. They would stare in wonder at his raggedy, premature dolls in 1723, and now at his near perfection, skillfully crafted dolls. As a creator, even one as selfish as he, or, as corrupted, it was relieving. "More or less. I own the shop."

[sirredmayne]

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

While Briar was sure he was not vain, he was also sure that his craftsmanship was equisite. After over two-hundred years, he had completely accepted the fact that his dolls were of the highest caliber, and that was fine. But still, the proper pleasantries were required. “Thank you, miss. It is kind for you to think such of my art.”

[zeitloslebengone]

          ⊰✙∬   ”It is not kindness what made me said those words, It’s honesty.”  Kindness was something she didn’t know now, nor she gave to others.  ”I suppose that hours of work and patience go into a single one of these.  It seems like the only thing she needs to do is to talk.”

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Briar nodded in understanding. Though, what he said was not truly heartfelt, so he was hardly affected. He assumed it was kind to think something positive of someone, and negative was otherwise, but he supposed he still did not have a full understanding of the human condition. "Pardon?"

[not-the-hunted]

briarpatchdolls joined the hunt

[not-the-hunted]

She didn’t focus on the man when he came into view, instead choosing to go on with her buisiness, flipping through a case file. If he was interested, he would talk to her. That didn’t mean the hunter wasn’t on edge or watching him though, because there was no way she would look away.

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Taking walks through the dreary, cold, grey town of Elbruc had become practically routine to Briar. It was a dry town, filled with dry people, and a blankness that hung like thick curtains in front of the inhabitant's faces. In this way, it was one of Briar's favorites. It was so, plainly perfect, each detail so blissfully mediocre. Briar strayed from the path, taking a seat next to a particular woman whom he had never seen the likes of on the metal bench. Yes, brilliant.

[theirlosthope-archive]

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Shuffling through the streets, May huffed under her breath as she brushed past people. Looking around, she was having enough of this giant crowd. She hated it. Pushing past, she leads back and was pulled into a shop. Sighing, she was glad she was now out of crowd, “thank god,” She mumbled.

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Briar was not accustomed to large groups of people. Not in Elbruc, at least. He'd been living there for, ten years now, and he had found it to be a dull, grey sort of town. Or, in his terms, it was an inconspicuous town. He was always looking out for his own back, after all. Thankfully, none of this crowd gravitated towards his shop, for, he could not deal with more than two at once. Briar looked up, figuring the woman that had entered the shop was simply looking for a safe haven, and not his assistance.

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

chenaultlemieux entered the shop eyesonfire--x entered the shop assorted-souls entered the shop This time, the ring of the bell that was so keen to his ears was hardly audible over the old fashioned sewing machine. So Briar continued sewing the small bits of lace to the end of the sleeves, only hearing the footsteps when he halted his work to get more fabric. He looked up, standing and brushing his hands off on his apron. “Sorry about that. Are you looking for anything specific?”

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Briar stood up from his workspace, making his way over to a wooden shelf, and gently removing one from it’s perch. He cradled it in his arms, after all, it was his favorite. She had the biggest green eyes, the light reflecting off it’s surface, as a real eye might. She had a smooth, milky complexion, with round, pink cheeks, and plump red lips. Her honey blonde hair curled gently around her shoulders, cascading down the back of her elaborate green silk and white lace ball gown. “You can be the judge of that.”

[zeitloslebengone]

          ⊰✙∬   Without thinking it twice, Eleanor followed behind him and when he took the doll out a small smile appeared on her lips.  ”She’s beautiful…” Eleanor wanted her, and what she wanted she always had to have.  The ghost moved her hand towards it, her index finger carefully caressing the doll for a second or two.  ”She almost looks real.”

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

While Briar was sure he was not vain, he was also sure that his craftsmanship was equisite. After over two-hundred years, he had completely accepted the fact that his dolls were of the highest caliber, and that was fine. But still, the proper pleasantries were required. "Thank you, miss. It is kind for you to think such of my art."

[coccyodynia]

[sexinsemtex-deactivated20131216]

briarpatchdolls

Her mind’s mostly occupied at the moment, so she’ll just watch you until you say something.

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Briar could not help as his mouth twitched up in it’s downcast corner. He had heard it said, that if you stared at the back of someone’s neck long enough, they’ll turn around, and look right at you. It was much like that; in the sense that he knew someone was observing him, from near or far. Briar surveyed the area, in search for those keen eyes, which so happened belonged to that of a woman not too far from himself. Curiosity got the better of him, as it often did, and he made his way over. There was no doubt that had curiosity had not struck him, he’d have payed no mind to the woman. After all, he was as plain as any other, which begged the question, why him?

Briar bowed his head in a gentlemanly fashion, “Good evening.”

[sexinsemtex-deactivated20131216]

Results! Didn’t take you too long either, how observant of you. Then again, she always gets what she wants. Hopefully that’s not all you have to offer; she’s in desperate need of a distraction, hence the stare. Not quite sure why she picked you, however. there’s just something not quite right. “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

"No, not particularly, actually. But I'm afraid a sufficient greeting isn't, 'dreadful evening' unless you'd like it to be, in which I would whole-heartedly agree and use my best to rather use such a welcome," Briar mused. It seemed awfully immature of him to ramble around as though one might when they were lesser in years, especially for one of Briar's numbers. But it is what it is, is it not?

[vixenmaiden]

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Briar had not been aware of how many years this woman had on the Earth, but he highly doubted her life, or, lack of, rather, was as numbered as his own. As, it wasn’t typical for anyone to live as long as he. Even though his longevity was practically artificial. Naturally, his assumptions were false, though he did not make them known. “It’s a doll shop. I craft porcelain dolls, and sell them.”

[zeitloslebengone]

          ⊰✙∬   ”Really?” the excitement was more than evident in her voice.  Eleanor was more impressed at the fact that he made his own, and not as much for the store.  ”I always wanted one, but never got enough money to buy one of my own.”  But her mother once made her one.  It couldn’t be compared to the ones he probably worked on, but for her it had been just as good.  At least that had been the case centuries ago, when she was only a small child.  ”I’m sure you’re rather skillful at it.”

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Briar stood up from his workspace, making his way over to a wooden shelf, and gently removing one from it's perch. He cradled it in his arms, after all, it was his favorite. She had the biggest green eyes, the light reflecting off it's surface, as a real eye might. She had a smooth, milky complexion, with round, pink cheeks, and plump red lips. Her honey blonde hair curled gently around her shoulders, cascading down the back of her elaborate green silk and white lace ball gown. "You can be the judge of that."

[solarscallop]

[brendngalgher]

[sexinsemtex-deactivated20131216]

briarpatchdolls

Her mind’s mostly occupied at the moment, so she’ll just watch you until you say something.

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

Briar could not help as his mouth twitched up in it's downcast corner. He had heard it said, that if you stared at the back of someone's neck long enough, they'll turn around, and look right at you. It was much like that; in the sense that he knew someone was observing him, from near or far. Briar surveyed the area, in search for those keen eyes, which so happened belonged to that of a woman not too far from himself. Curiosity got the better of him, as it often did, and he made his way over. There was no doubt that had curiosity had not struck him, he'd have payed no mind to the woman. After all, he was as plain as any other, which begged the question, why him?

Briar bowed his head in a gentlemanly fashion, "Good evening."

[briarpatchdolls-blog]

transparencyundone started following you This time, the ring of the bell that was so keen to his ears was hardly audible over the old fashioned sewing machine. So Briar continued sewing the small bits of lace to the end of the sleeves, only hearing the footsteps when he halted his work to get more fabric. He looked up, standing and brushing his hands off on his apron. "Sorry about that. Are you looking for anything specific?"