D3 ] Pulling Your Strings . o p e n
Jan 29, 2014 9:24:12 GMT -5
Post by анзие (Anz) on Jan 29, 2014 9:24:12 GMT -5
"There's a light on in the attic, though the house is dark and shuttered..."
This is the story of the taxidermist. The name of the taxidermist doesn't matter yet, but keep in mind that he's quite a reputable taxidermist; the quality of his work is top-notch and unparalleled, never mind that he's most likely the only taxidermist in District Three.
The taxidermist isn't that young, nor is he too old. The taxidermy business has been in his family for years now, and soon it will be time for the taxidermist to pass on the trade to his children... Nobody knows if he's looking forward to that time. They think he might be, because wouldn't he then be preparing to join his darling wife in the grave?
The taxidermist has a family. It's the normal kind of family with three children who remember their late mother as a sweet and pretty woman who adores her husband. It's the kind of family where the children obediently help their father in the taxidermy business, run off and make friends and do all the things that are normal and right in the district. Of course, there is nothing wrong with this perfect family.
And nobody guesses the taxidermist's secret. Nobody knows that under the taxidermist's house is another house, larger with pristine furniture and beautifully decorated walls - a doll's house. His doll's house. Nobody knows the inhabitants of the dollhouse were once alive and human. That they still are.
You're never just a guest in the Stine house.
Frank N Stine
40 | male | played by | FC
Taxidermist. Delusional. Obsessed with his 'family'.
Drugs the puppets when he allows his children to play with their dolls.
His Puppets
Constance Stine
37 | female | played by | FC
The Stine mother who found out about her beloved Frank's hobby and made the mistake of disapproving.
First Last
age | gender | played by | FC
blurb
First Last
age | gender | played by | FC
blurb
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Annabelle Stine
13 | female | Kiah | FC
”You’ll be my friend, won’t you? Forever and ever and ever,” the I whisper to the girl next to me. The one who was not able to speak, the one who had little stiches in her hands and feet, in her knees and elbows. She was my little puppet, my best friend, mine and mine alone. I tugged at the strings that would raise her arm, then the one that would raise her other one, and then I moved forward into her embrace, this whole time the other girls screaming a silent scream, one that was answered with my gleeful laugh. We were together, and always will be. My friend. Forever and ever.
Her Puppets
Deja Hatcher
12 | female | Marree | Liliana Murny
I've always had aspirations of being a dancer, those dreams even going back to when I was as young as four. I still do actually, it's my way of speaking. I get to express myself, both my joys and my sorrows, along with my frustrations. I used to dance to tell my stories, the fluid movements of my body painting a picture that was as beautiful as it was descriptive. Every spin, every toe point, every single one of my movements was a part of my story and it was special to me. Something as missing though, I felt empty, I didn't have anyone to share it with, no one to talk to about...anything. I wanted that one person I could talk to about anything for real, I wanted to have sleepovers with her, and do all those cute girly things.
I was always that cute, little girl with the flaming red hair that would more often than not be the one to observe the conversation rather than join in. I was happy with my life, aside from having no one to call a friend; I wanted for nothing else. Little did I know that I'd no longer need a friend when I met the Stines... what I didn't know was that the cost of having that friend would be my freedom. I no longer could dance for myself, it was always at the bidding of another, always for her! This wasn't what I thought having a friend would be like. I thought I wanted a friend...but now...now I don't know, cause I'm a prisoner in my own body.
Cadman Gertz
15 | male | Loony | John-Alan Slacha
My father would carry me to bed when I fell asleep on the couch, and in his warm embrace he would whisper "You are strong, Cadman. It's in your name." Then he would set me in my bed, and kiss my forehead and walk away. I wish I could live to his expectations, I wish I could be strong. But how can one be strong when they are not in control. I've been this sick kid's toy for almost two years. I was angry, because I wasn't going to let these sickos keep me in their demented reality. So I fought back, to make my father proud, to be strong. But as time went by I realized escape was futile. The strength was seeped from me every time the drug that paralyzed me was injected. I became weak, giving in to these demented games. I am the shell of the boy my father lost, no longer strong or resilient. I have accepeted my current position, my only hope is that some day I will be strong again.
My name may be Cadman, but I am not strong. I am a toy.
Bella Voldaren
15 | female | Annastasia | Sierra Corwin
She's sort of a compulsive girl, she was once full of energy and ready to take on the world, but since being taken captive she's noticeably changed. She had much less energy, and her will to fight has long since diminished. She would much rather just let herself be played with then struggle fruitlessly to escape. Even when she's alone and able to talk to her fellow captives she rarely speaks, she would rather stare off into the void that is her imagination. That's the only place she can be happy now, the feigned happiness the is forced to show when she's played with makes it all that more painful for her. It's gotten to the point where she doesn't really even know what true happiness is, is it the happiness she's forced to have when she's played with or is it something else entirely.
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]Damien Stine
16 | male | Briar | FC
He has a pale, restless face that's alive with vexation practically 24/7. His thick eyebrows are typically slanted down towards his piercing, predatory, pale green eyes, like he's contemplating something frustrating. Damien's dark hair is untidy, but not in that cute, boyish way - in a grungy way that looks like he rolled right out of the woods. Damien is tall with a lean frame, and he carries his lean frame with a panther-like grace.
Damien is absolutely malevolent. There is no world that can describe him better. He hates to alleviate his dear puppets, but he feels a strange relationship with them, like he loves them in a sick, twisted way. Regardless of any soft feelings, Damien shuts them out, pretends he loves nothing, no one. Of course he is not as unfeeling as he seems - every human feels, even the ones like Damien who refuses to let it show.
His Puppets
Ashling Maple
17 | female | Ani | Tiffany Thompson
No one told me that I would be forced to become a doll for someone else to play with. I used to be a normal person until I made a small mistake which ended me up here, my knees and elbows and hands and feet stitched and attached to cables, a puppet. I have no control over my life anymore and that terrifies me. I want to be able to determine my own path, not the path of some puppet master who manipulates my body into doing whatever he wants. I must lie quietly, the sedatives working through my blood before the puppet masters come out to play, putting me through my paces and testing how far I can stretch. I am a human puppet like I would see sometimes as a child except this is real, I can't escape this. I can't even leave the house that much, the stitches on my body would be too noticeable and to top it off, I feel so alone. To keep myself entertained, I write in a diary, kept hidden and only written in when the puppet masters are asleep of course, but other than that, there isn't a lot I have a choice in. At least the accommodations are pretty nice.
Mercy Williams
18 | female | Stare | Pauline Surget
(string me from the stars.)
Insanity was never far from her. Even when she was free, she radiated a kind of delicacy that made her parents lock her inside for the majority of the day, her own kind of Rapunzel until she turned twelve. She was a daydreamer, a girl who got lost in her thoughts too much for her own good, which was why they were so nervous when they first sent her to the factory to work. It proved to be good for her, though, the order of things helping her sort out her thoughts. (too many. they spin and spin and spin until i'm dizzy.) Despite her slight instability she demonstrated a fantastic intelligence, leading many to wonder if it was perhaps her intelligence that made her... different. After her kidnapping, she sank farther into herself. Often she rambles about stars, but occasionally she will spout things that don't seem to make sense, a series of numbers or words so complex a scholar would be impressed. (i'm smart but i'm sad. i'm smart because i'm sad?)
(ripred help me.)
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Samara Stine
8 | female | Anzie | FC
"I don't want to die yet, doctor... I'll keep you from dying." Highly intelligent Samara's favorite game is 'hospital'. Sometimes that means she's the patient and her dolls are her doctors. Sometimes she's not in the game and lets them 'play amongst themselves'. Sometimes Samara lies them down carefully and makes slow, precise incisions in their skin in a game of surgery. But if she can only be healed herself, perhaps Samara's games will take a lighter turn.
Her Puppets
Sox
18 | male | Semper | FC
blurb
Neva Flurry
14 | female | Toni | Connie Chiu
Since I was born I knew that I was different from the others. There is a condition I have that makes me look strange compared to the others. They all have brown, blonde or brunette hair whereas mine is so white that you wouldn't tell if I had been out in the heavy snow of winter. My face is also rather pale and stands out due to me having pure white eyebrows and eyelashes. It has always made me the subject of ridicule within the district and I wanted to get away from them all. As I got older I would dare to go into the woods to escape. The best time was at winter because I felt at home among the snow that made me seem to glisten as it fell on me.
I was escaping into the woods one day 2 years ago when I was found by someone else, a man. He said he wanted to help me and that he had children that I could be friends with. I was so foolish to think that it was meant as an innocent thing. Next thing I knew I was a human puppet. My owner plays with me often, calling me her snow doll. At first I hated it here, no control over my life anymore but now I have been here so long I am starting to enjoy the idea of being admired instead of ridiculed. There are still times though where I wish I could feel the real snow fall on my skin again.
Raven Stine
18 | male | Skittlekat | FC
blurb
His Puppets
Hawthorne
14 | female | Nyte | FC
This. Isn't. Real
A dream, no a nightmare.
But all i've ever known
Years of torture.
A lost soul.
A vague memory.
A life away from this.
Reality
With a last name.
With meaning.
Yet when my eyes open,
It's all the same.
Their greedy eyes.
Their smell in my nose.
I bite.
I fight.
But stuck I am.
I don't want to die.
I. Wan't. To. Wake.
First Last
age | gender | played by | FC
Future Stine
17 | female | Minieclover | Rachel Lehnen
The boys I collect are my friends they are my playmate. I use them to my desire. I use them as my lover, one every night. I need them to love me...they must love me. I am in need of love, for a girl like me not to be loved is hard. Every time they even dare refuse I torture them till they call out in pain, for help. They need my help. I am the only one who can help them now. They are my toys, my beloved toys, nobody knows my secret, nobody knows why the people never come home after a visit from me. I am the queen and they are my lovers, they give me satisfactory, the one I deserve, because I am a royal. I have a palace...I have my lovers...I have my guards. I have everything a girl could want...I have power and control.
Her Puppets
Claire Constantino
15 | female | Ella | FC
I have mixed feelings toward the Stine family. I love them... but hate them. I love them... because they're kind to me and give us things. Hates them... because they're weird and to "power hungry." Everybody else seems to hate them, because they can't see the brightness deep inside their souls.
It's a nightmare, of course. No. It's a dream. I'll wake up eventually, right? Life is a dream filled with nightmares. Nightmares are dreams filled with life. I can see the light in nightmares, while most people can't. I have a different view on things then most.
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40 | male | played by | FC
Taxidermist. Delusional. Obsessed with his 'family'.
Drugs the puppets when he allows his children to play with their dolls.
His Puppets
Constance Stine
37 | female | played by | FC
The Stine mother who found out about her beloved Frank's hobby and made the mistake of disapproving.
First Last
age | gender | played by | FC
blurb
First Last
age | gender | played by | FC
blurb
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Annabelle Stine
13 | female | Kiah | FC
”You’ll be my friend, won’t you? Forever and ever and ever,” the I whisper to the girl next to me. The one who was not able to speak, the one who had little stiches in her hands and feet, in her knees and elbows. She was my little puppet, my best friend, mine and mine alone. I tugged at the strings that would raise her arm, then the one that would raise her other one, and then I moved forward into her embrace, this whole time the other girls screaming a silent scream, one that was answered with my gleeful laugh. We were together, and always will be. My friend. Forever and ever.
Her Puppets
Deja Hatcher
12 | female | Marree | Liliana Murny
I've always had aspirations of being a dancer, those dreams even going back to when I was as young as four. I still do actually, it's my way of speaking. I get to express myself, both my joys and my sorrows, along with my frustrations. I used to dance to tell my stories, the fluid movements of my body painting a picture that was as beautiful as it was descriptive. Every spin, every toe point, every single one of my movements was a part of my story and it was special to me. Something as missing though, I felt empty, I didn't have anyone to share it with, no one to talk to about...anything. I wanted that one person I could talk to about anything for real, I wanted to have sleepovers with her, and do all those cute girly things.
I was always that cute, little girl with the flaming red hair that would more often than not be the one to observe the conversation rather than join in. I was happy with my life, aside from having no one to call a friend; I wanted for nothing else. Little did I know that I'd no longer need a friend when I met the Stines... what I didn't know was that the cost of having that friend would be my freedom. I no longer could dance for myself, it was always at the bidding of another, always for her! This wasn't what I thought having a friend would be like. I thought I wanted a friend...but now...now I don't know, cause I'm a prisoner in my own body.
Cadman Gertz
15 | male | Loony | John-Alan Slacha
My father would carry me to bed when I fell asleep on the couch, and in his warm embrace he would whisper "You are strong, Cadman. It's in your name." Then he would set me in my bed, and kiss my forehead and walk away. I wish I could live to his expectations, I wish I could be strong. But how can one be strong when they are not in control. I've been this sick kid's toy for almost two years. I was angry, because I wasn't going to let these sickos keep me in their demented reality. So I fought back, to make my father proud, to be strong. But as time went by I realized escape was futile. The strength was seeped from me every time the drug that paralyzed me was injected. I became weak, giving in to these demented games. I am the shell of the boy my father lost, no longer strong or resilient. I have accepeted my current position, my only hope is that some day I will be strong again.
My name may be Cadman, but I am not strong. I am a toy.
Bella Voldaren
15 | female | Annastasia | Sierra Corwin
She's sort of a compulsive girl, she was once full of energy and ready to take on the world, but since being taken captive she's noticeably changed. She had much less energy, and her will to fight has long since diminished. She would much rather just let herself be played with then struggle fruitlessly to escape. Even when she's alone and able to talk to her fellow captives she rarely speaks, she would rather stare off into the void that is her imagination. That's the only place she can be happy now, the feigned happiness the is forced to show when she's played with makes it all that more painful for her. It's gotten to the point where she doesn't really even know what true happiness is, is it the happiness she's forced to have when she's played with or is it something else entirely.
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]Damien Stine
16 | male | Briar | FC
He has a pale, restless face that's alive with vexation practically 24/7. His thick eyebrows are typically slanted down towards his piercing, predatory, pale green eyes, like he's contemplating something frustrating. Damien's dark hair is untidy, but not in that cute, boyish way - in a grungy way that looks like he rolled right out of the woods. Damien is tall with a lean frame, and he carries his lean frame with a panther-like grace.
Damien is absolutely malevolent. There is no world that can describe him better. He hates to alleviate his dear puppets, but he feels a strange relationship with them, like he loves them in a sick, twisted way. Regardless of any soft feelings, Damien shuts them out, pretends he loves nothing, no one. Of course he is not as unfeeling as he seems - every human feels, even the ones like Damien who refuses to let it show.
His Puppets
Ashling Maple
17 | female | Ani | Tiffany Thompson
No one told me that I would be forced to become a doll for someone else to play with. I used to be a normal person until I made a small mistake which ended me up here, my knees and elbows and hands and feet stitched and attached to cables, a puppet. I have no control over my life anymore and that terrifies me. I want to be able to determine my own path, not the path of some puppet master who manipulates my body into doing whatever he wants. I must lie quietly, the sedatives working through my blood before the puppet masters come out to play, putting me through my paces and testing how far I can stretch. I am a human puppet like I would see sometimes as a child except this is real, I can't escape this. I can't even leave the house that much, the stitches on my body would be too noticeable and to top it off, I feel so alone. To keep myself entertained, I write in a diary, kept hidden and only written in when the puppet masters are asleep of course, but other than that, there isn't a lot I have a choice in. At least the accommodations are pretty nice.
Mercy Williams
18 | female | Stare | Pauline Surget
(string me from the stars.)
Insanity was never far from her. Even when she was free, she radiated a kind of delicacy that made her parents lock her inside for the majority of the day, her own kind of Rapunzel until she turned twelve. She was a daydreamer, a girl who got lost in her thoughts too much for her own good, which was why they were so nervous when they first sent her to the factory to work. It proved to be good for her, though, the order of things helping her sort out her thoughts. (too many. they spin and spin and spin until i'm dizzy.) Despite her slight instability she demonstrated a fantastic intelligence, leading many to wonder if it was perhaps her intelligence that made her... different. After her kidnapping, she sank farther into herself. Often she rambles about stars, but occasionally she will spout things that don't seem to make sense, a series of numbers or words so complex a scholar would be impressed. (i'm smart but i'm sad. i'm smart because i'm sad?)
(ripred help me.)
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Samara Stine
8 | female | Anzie | FC
"I don't want to die yet, doctor... I'll keep you from dying." Highly intelligent Samara's favorite game is 'hospital'. Sometimes that means she's the patient and her dolls are her doctors. Sometimes she's not in the game and lets them 'play amongst themselves'. Sometimes Samara lies them down carefully and makes slow, precise incisions in their skin in a game of surgery. But if she can only be healed herself, perhaps Samara's games will take a lighter turn.
Her Puppets
Sox
18 | male | Semper | FC
blurb
Neva Flurry
14 | female | Toni | Connie Chiu
Since I was born I knew that I was different from the others. There is a condition I have that makes me look strange compared to the others. They all have brown, blonde or brunette hair whereas mine is so white that you wouldn't tell if I had been out in the heavy snow of winter. My face is also rather pale and stands out due to me having pure white eyebrows and eyelashes. It has always made me the subject of ridicule within the district and I wanted to get away from them all. As I got older I would dare to go into the woods to escape. The best time was at winter because I felt at home among the snow that made me seem to glisten as it fell on me.
I was escaping into the woods one day 2 years ago when I was found by someone else, a man. He said he wanted to help me and that he had children that I could be friends with. I was so foolish to think that it was meant as an innocent thing. Next thing I knew I was a human puppet. My owner plays with me often, calling me her snow doll. At first I hated it here, no control over my life anymore but now I have been here so long I am starting to enjoy the idea of being admired instead of ridiculed. There are still times though where I wish I could feel the real snow fall on my skin again.
++
Raven Stine
18 | male | Skittlekat | FC
blurb
His Puppets
Hawthorne
14 | female | Nyte | FC
This. Isn't. Real
A dream, no a nightmare.
But all i've ever known
Years of torture.
A lost soul.
A vague memory.
A life away from this.
Reality
With a last name.
With meaning.
Yet when my eyes open,
It's all the same.
Their greedy eyes.
Their smell in my nose.
I bite.
I fight.
But stuck I am.
I don't want to die.
I. Wan't. To. Wake.
First Last
age | gender | played by | FC
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Future Stine
17 | female | Minieclover | Rachel Lehnen
The boys I collect are my friends they are my playmate. I use them to my desire. I use them as my lover, one every night. I need them to love me...they must love me. I am in need of love, for a girl like me not to be loved is hard. Every time they even dare refuse I torture them till they call out in pain, for help. They need my help. I am the only one who can help them now. They are my toys, my beloved toys, nobody knows my secret, nobody knows why the people never come home after a visit from me. I am the queen and they are my lovers, they give me satisfactory, the one I deserve, because I am a royal. I have a palace...I have my lovers...I have my guards. I have everything a girl could want...I have power and control.
Her Puppets
Claire Constantino
15 | female | Ella | FC
I have mixed feelings toward the Stine family. I love them... but hate them. I love them... because they're kind to me and give us things. Hates them... because they're weird and to "power hungry." Everybody else seems to hate them, because they can't see the brightness deep inside their souls.
It's a nightmare, of course. No. It's a dream. I'll wake up eventually, right? Life is a dream filled with nightmares. Nightmares are dreams filled with life. I can see the light in nightmares, while most people can't. I have a different view on things then most.
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Hello friends,
This is the dollhouse/puppeteer plot brought to you by Kiah and Anzie. Thank you so much for taking the time to look at our plot <3 We're willing to add more slots for puppets, and a limit of two more puppeteers into the family to prevent the puppet/puppeteer ratio from being too close. We only gave limited prompts because you guys are far more creative than either of us, so~ c:
Note that when you are a puppet playing with your puppeteer, you will have been drugged with a paralysis-inducing drug and therefore most of your movements will be dictated by your puppeteer. Your thoughts, however, are your own.
Also, yes, the puppets can interact with one another. It can be one of two choices: it'll be as though the puppeteer, who doesn't necessarily have to be in the thread is playing with them. So you don't technically need the puppeteer around, if this is your choice of play. The second kind of interaction is when the puppeteer is tired of playing with their dolls and lock them up, where however they were being kept limp and paralyzed fades away and they can speak with each other from their separate cages and all.
Several plotlines may be introduced somewhere down the road.
Um, one more thing, thenonexistent blurbs given above are not necessarily the ones you have to use. The character depicted there can be modified if you feel you have a better idea.
If you're interested in being a part of the Stine family - no matter how reluctantly your characters are associated with them - please fill out the form below and we'll see if your character will fit into the dollhouse!
If your character is a new puppet, be sure to add which puppeteer you want them to be the toy of.
Also, go wild.
This is the dollhouse/puppeteer plot brought to you by Kiah and Anzie. Thank you so much for taking the time to look at our plot <3 We're willing to add more slots for puppets, and a limit of two more puppeteers into the family to prevent the puppet/puppeteer ratio from being too close. We only gave limited prompts because you guys are far more creative than either of us, so~ c:
Note that when you are a puppet playing with your puppeteer, you will have been drugged with a paralysis-inducing drug and therefore most of your movements will be dictated by your puppeteer. Your thoughts, however, are your own.
Also, yes, the puppets can interact with one another. It can be one of two choices: it'll be as though the puppeteer, who doesn't necessarily have to be in the thread is playing with them. So you don't technically need the puppeteer around, if this is your choice of play. The second kind of interaction is when the puppeteer is tired of playing with their dolls and lock them up, where however they were being kept limp and paralyzed fades away and they can speak with each other from their separate cages and all.
Several plotlines may be introduced somewhere down the road.
Um, one more thing, the
If you're interested in being a part of the Stine family - no matter how reluctantly your characters are associated with them - please fill out the form below and we'll see if your character will fit into the dollhouse!
Username:
Character name:
Age:
Gender:
Character ideas:
Potential FC:
RP Sample:
Your soul:
Other:
If your character is a new puppet, be sure to add which puppeteer you want them to be the toy of.
Also, go wild.
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