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[my-dearest-dolly-blog]

Pico and Silvia|| Cat and mouse

Pico studied her target carefully, waiting for the opportune moment. As soon as the woman turned her head, Pico sprung into action. She slipped past her, looking directly in front of her.

She slipped her hand into the bag, able to locate the purse within a single moment. As soon as her hands were around it, she started to speed off.

The purple haired girl fan as fast as she could, purse in hand and guilty conscious left behind with the woman. Hopefully she had gotten away with it.

She turned her head and gasped, realising that she was being chased. Seems like she really hadn’t. She tried not to panic as she ran.

Suddenly her plot was foiled. She had tumbled over a crooked stone in the street. It was the end of the road, she was caught, ruined, destroyed!

She closed her eyes, ready for the performance of her life. “Go on then! Take it back! Throw me to the dogs!.. I’ll just have to grow hungry, left to die on the streets!”

silvia-kuroi

[needle-and-i]

Klaus and Molly|| A bump in the park

Klaus was around the park, looking for different types of flowers that he could use in his next perfume. It was rare that he came here, considering the amount of people around, it was difficult to actually get any decent plants. Most of them were crumpled or smashed from the park goers.

But today, he was desperate, around this time of year the waterfall was desperate. Which was why the middle aged man was fumbling underneath a park bench, trying to grasp at a daisy.

“Ah- OW!” His head connected to the bottom of the bench, causing the person on top of it to be in quite a shock. He rubbed at the top of his head, groaning from the pain of it all.

“... What are you looking at?”

melancholicmolly

[dearly-dolly1-blog]

{All for You} Dolce & Pico

“Just a little further.”

Dolce looked straight ahead. Her eyes did not move towards the young girl attached to her hand despite the loud, inhuman noises that were coming from her mouth. Dolce had told her earlier that she had a surprise waiting for her, but they would have to walk to it. She explained that it was too grand to bring to her. In reality, Dolce just wanted to get her little sister excited. She was 12 now, and her name was Pico.

Pico was pretty easily excited, but Dolce wanted to torture her with the suspense of this surprise in particular. She had been saving up money for years, now. She had worked multiple jobs while taking care of, homeschooling, and otherwise completely providing for, Pico. They had no parents to speak of, so Dolce raised her from the time she was only thirteen years old.

Things had been really, incredibly rough during that time. They had been without a home on multiple occasions, and it killed Dolce. She was never upset about the fact that she didn’t have a bed to sleep in, but it wrecked her when Pico didn’t have a suitable roof over her head. The memories of shielding Pico from the wind at night were all she could remember. They stood out so vividly and completely clouded any recollection she had of giving Pico a decent life.

Dolce turned and carefully stepped up to the front door of an unfamiliar house. It was a bit small and rather run-down, but, otherwise, it seemed relatively normal. She looked down at Pico and was greeted with a rather confused expression. Dolce pressed her lips together and carefully reached into her pocket. She pulled out a pair of keys and inserted them into the lock. With a turn of the knob, she carefully opened the door, producing a rather loud squeaking noise.

Pico still looked a bit confused until Dolce pointed to a package on a small table in front of the couch before them. It was a basket containing Pico’s belongings, all carefully folded and stacked on top of each other.

Dolce’s lips turned into a small smile as she pulled the door closed behind them. Sure, it was a rather shabby house, but…

“This is ours, Pico.”

[cherishedclaire-blog]

{Event: Bean Bag Toss} Claire & Trent

Today was the first day of carnival games, and Claire was ready. She arrived in a white and pink dress full of lace that matched the parasol she had grabbed on the way out. It was dangerous to be outdoors in the sun for extended periods of time, and sunburn was not the most attractive thing in the world.

She immediately noticed the prizes at the Bean Bag Toss game. One plush in particular stood out to her. It was a giant blue dragon. Boy, did she want that dragon. She decided it was worth a try. It was so cute, and it would go perfectly in her room. Plus, how rigged could a bean bag game possibly be? All she needed was a bit of accuracy, maybe a little luck…

After her third and final try, she got the second-tier prize! It corresponded to exactly what she wanted, and so, of course, she picked the dragon. She held it against herself triumphantly. What a way to kick off the carnival!

[cherishedclaire-blog]

{Foresight} Claire & Trent

Claire awoke to a dull pressure pushing down on her body. For a moment, she was confused… Until she glanced down to see the doctor still asleep on top of her. She felt herself blush as if she hadn’t expected him to stay there. Well, in a way, she didn’t. It still seemed too good to be true.

She grinned, using her left hand to mess up his hair. She had no idea how they both slept comfortably in such a strange position on the couch, but she knew they both were tired from the previous day. She also knew she had no hope of getting up until he awoke.

“Trent…” she whispered, unable to hide her smile.

[cherishedclaire-blog]

{Fabricated Truths} Claire & Trent

Contrary to most nights, Claire had trouble sleeping on that particular afternoon. She awoke the next morning even groggier than usual and quickly got out of bed, her nerves getting the better of her. Claire’s aforementioned feelings are what had kept her up, and they still refused to go away. Unable to eat due to the nervousness in her stomach, she simply got herself ready for work and headed out the door.

Why was she suddenly feeling this way? Originally, it was excitement. But then, of course, she was left alone with her thoughts only to have them fester into something dark. Anytime something went well in her life, she ended up convincing herself it wasn’t real and ultimately avoiding it.

She approached the clinic and nervously turned the doorknob, her fingers feeling icy from the anxiety. She took a breath and glanced around, not seeing the doctor in the main area. With an extra bit of effort, she slowly walked into their office and set her bag down next to the desk.

She wasn’t sure if he had heard her come in, as he was kneeling down and searching through some files. She stepped forward ever so slightly.

“Good morning, Doctor,” she smiled a little, eyes wide, searching for a positive reaction.

[hardly-a-doctor-blog]

Claire and Trent| I am a professional!

Trent sat at his desk, wary of what was to come. The new nurse was coming today- Claire. That would have been fine with the doctor, if she had more experience. Trent understood that everyone had to start out somewhere! But he was just starting out as well. Two beginners in one place sounded a bit scary to him. What if he messed up? What if she messed up? What if they both did!?

Trent sighed as he heard the clinic door open, prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. He sat up straight, ready to give the best impression he could. When she walked in, Trent couldnt help but tap his fingers on the desk, not sure what to do or say. After a few seconds he could only manage one word.

“H-Hi...”

cherishedclaire