just a doll [Peter Parkman/Meluiwen]

[Jersey]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--


‹Jersey› The decision to set up a meeting between Meluiwen and Peter had been one that Jersey had been thinking on for days after he had calmed her down once the girl rattled her unintentionally. She was sweet and intelligent, but there was something... off, to which her lover would have seen in her memory. But Jersey liked her, and she had rented out an apartment to the man that looked after the little girl – primarily because he seemed to learn fast that she wasn’t going to put up with his attitude every time she was visited in the shop. With her hair pulled up into a bun at the top of her head, Jersey wore a green sundress that made her eyes stand out even more and a pair of simple sandals that wrapped around her calves. For Meluiwen, she’d brought a box of cookies purchased from a nearby bakery and with a hum escaping past her lips, the telepath knocked twice before peeking up at Peter with a grin dancing across her lips. “You okay?”


‹Peter Parkman› Sundays are Peter's 'free' nights. The night once a week that he has given more to other people than to himself. Always sticking to a schedule meant that catching up with other people was a little difficult. Taking Sunday night out of the equation made it a little easier to get out. To think of it as a sanctioned, planned spontaneity rather than true randomness helped. He offered a small smile to Jersey, glancing down at her - his hands were clasped behind his back. He nodded. A small nod. She had told him of this plan in advance; everything was fine. He waited, then, as Jersey knocked - if he wasn't fine, it was only because he had been warned, and going into this apartment and meeting with this girl could be more challenging than what was let on.


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen hadn't even taken notice of anyone else's existence. Partially because she couldn't really see. The, not one but two, dolls she were carrying were almost as big as her, and if you had to bet, combined possibly heavier than her it might look. They were quite heavy on their own, but it was mostly debatable. One was sat down, it stood on it's own thanks to the taut strings inside, the other was held out to Jersey. It looked eerily just like the woman, right down to the clothes that were the same as the clothes Jersey wore when Mel saw her last, "You, doll, pretty!" She was trying to say Jersey was pretty and nice so she had made a doll of her.


‹Jersey› Before the door opened, Jersey leaned up to press a kiss to Peter’s jaw and let her grin fade into a soft smile as she studied his features. “You’re so handsome.” She chimed and turned back. The dolls were still something that she wasn’t used to, but as her green eyes looked over it, she realized that it was her. She blinked and cautiously reached out, offering a smile to the girl. “Hello Mel.” She leaned down to hug the female gently, “It’s very pretty.” Leaning back up, she looked up to Peter, “I brought someone very special to me for you to meet. Meluiwen, this is my boyfriend, Peter. Peter, this is the young lady I was telling you about, Meluiwen.”


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen hugged the woman back and when she was introduced to the man, her face fell, bright, translucent blue eyes dimming. It wasn't the man himself, but usually when people introduced her to men dressed anywhere like this they wanted to ask her, 'why do you make up these imaginary friends?' Mel took the hand and gave it a lackluster shake, her gaze on the ground, "I bad, sorry." She was meaning to say,'yes I just make everything up' it got them to leave her alone faster than trying to convince them that the dolls and people that other people couldn't see really were talking to her.


‹Jersey› She looked at her quietly, lifting her gaze to Peter as she inclined her head and gave a small, sheepish smile. “I know something is off with her... but she’s incredibly sweet.” Jersey spoke into his mind before she gave a shake of her head, “You’re not bad, Mel. Here, I brought you something.” She held out the container of cookies. “Why don’t you go sit down, lovely?” Her green eyes flickered lightly in the lighting and she stepped aside to push the door shut. “I realize I have a different group of friends. I wish you could have met Tony before he turned out to be a Paladin.” She spoke to Peter once more, reaching over to check a plant that seemed to be withering. “Damn.” She mumbled.

‹Peter Parkman› Peter was incredibly awkward. Something seemed to dim in the girl as she looked at him, as she shook his hand. As if just by being there he'd somehow made her feel as if she had done something wrong. This was, in part, why Peter sometimes preferred the company of animals to the company of people. They were easier to figure out. Still, Peter knew he had the ability to do this; he had to just try to be himself, rather than the broken, strict man that he had become. He straightened his shoulders and pushed his hands into his pants pockets. It was hard to focus on two conversations at once. "Please, don't," he said to Jersey, poking a finger at his temple before putting his hand back in his pocket. He wasn't reprimanding - just asking nicely. He then turned to Mel. "Why do you think you're bad?"


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen took the cookies, some of the light returning to her eyes as she put one in her mouth and -unlike a child, who would talk while chewing- she wanted until she had finished chewing and swallowing the treat before replying. She was raised much too strictly to talk and eat at the same time, even with her tendency to ignore lessons, "I make friends. But they not friends? I bad, make people up. They talk me. No one want talk to me?" Obviously even her own mind had become a muddle of confusion on this. She knew she saw these people -heard these voices, but no one else did and whenever she'd tell people about them, she'd get told she was making it up because she wanted attention, "Happy voices, sad voices, normal people, bloody people. I bad not being normal." Despite the words, there wasn't any emotion involved -like she was blankly reciting something, Mel had learned to shut herself down when being asked about these things. Normal humans couldn't possible comprehend or believe her.

[Peter Parkman]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--


‹Jersey› “Sorry love, habit.” She looked at Peter when she heard him speak, her eyes widening before she mindblocked herself so the temptation wouldn’t be drawn up. Two hours should do it, right? She checked her watch to have an idea when it would wear off as she listened to the girl speaking, explaining why she felt that she was bad. Green eyes looked over everything, the doll that she had been given being carefully laid down as she folded her arms in front of her chest.


‹Peter Parkman› Peter glanced between the two women. He sat down nearby Mel and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers clasped in front of him. He debated on what to say. It would be no good to tell her anything about what they knew; but at the same time, he didn't think it was great that the girl should think she wasn't 'normal'. Given what he knew now, there was a high possibility that the girl had some kind of connection to the fade. Maybe she didn't, and the voices were all made up. But the possibility could not be ignored. And there were humans who believed in supernatural connections, right? He'd be giving nothing away. He cleared his throat. "Maybe whoever's been telling you that you're not normal... maybe they're the bad ones," he said. And there it was - that calmness of tone, that reason and need to smooth things out drifting to the surface. He remembered what Jersey had told him. Maybe this girl actually did have some kind of connection to the dead. "What do they say?" he asked, blinking. Curious.


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen blinked, rather surprised by what the man said. It didn't take long for the light to completely return to her eyes and her speaking to regain a lively tone to it, rather than the monotonous way she had been, "All sorts things. Other day, one teach me make Borscht!" Mel was actually quite a good cook, the only problem was most of the times she went in not having any idea what she was going to cook and ended up cooking something you'd never even think of because of a spirit giving her a recipe. She continued, "Jersey.. Grandma... love Jersey. Brother talk most!" She pointed over to the doll that she kept with her at all times. It was a doll she had made of her brother after he died, "We talk lots things. Like when man offered show me tricks," a blood thief had offered to teach Mel, but she hadn't understood, "he say go inside! Away, away from person!"


‹Jersey› When Peter seemed curious and hadn't given her or the girl a strange look, Jersey moved to sit beside him and felt a soft smile dancing across her lips. She was relieved. "She isn't a Paladin or like the others that hunt us, I've checked." She spoke soft enough for only him to hear her, lifting her hand to scratch her temple so that her arm would cover the sight of her lips moving in case the other could read them. It didn't hurt to be too cautious, right? When she mentioned a possible grandmother again, Jersey grasped Peter's thigh gently as a way to remind her of what he had said. He was there, he was right. There was no possible way, right? Right. "And like you told me in your email, it was a good thing that you walked away from him. Those men cause trouble."


‹Peter Parkman› This was where Peter would have some trouble. He wasn't expecting the girl to bring up Jersey's grandmother again so soon. He remembered how much it had freaked Jersey out the first time, so he licked his lips and avoided that topic completely - he didn't flinch as Jersey spoke quietly to him, but nor did he respond. He couldn't, without it being obvious. He doubted that this girl could be a Paladin, anyway. Something about her... no, it didn't seem to work. "Well, then," he said. "It seems you've got other people, besides Jersey, looking out for you," he said. Whether the voices were real or not, it had to have been true instinct to lead Mel away from the bad man. If it wasn't an actual entity keeping her safe, she was doing it all herself. Peter relaxed a little more.


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen stared at them for awhile and preened sweetly at that. She opened up more easily when she wasn't feeling persecuted. She popped another cookie into her mouth and chewed it up to swallow, nodding vigorously to the man's words, "Yeah! Some mean though." She huffed thinking about the crabby ones or the mischievous ones, "But brother good! Jersey good! Tag good, Crissy-lady good, and Peter good too!" She was about to continue her conversation until her attention snapped to the doll, still standing by itself by the door. Though now it had it's arms out for her, "Sorry brother! Forgot!" She got up and sat her cookies down to go fetch the doll and sit it where she was sitting so they could sit beside each other. She went back to her cookies and swallowed another before finally thinking to thank Jersey, "Thank, thank you!"


‹Jersey› She kept her hand lightly on Peter's leg until she felt calmer, but kept it nearby as she crossed one leg over the other and adjusted her skirt. A smile crossed her lips once more and she gave a nod, "There's always mean people in the world." Hearing the name 'Tag', she blinked a few times and went to check something mentally before feeling the pressure in her mind stopping her. A small grunt was given and she lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, "Ow." She mumbled once Mel had run off to collect the doll. "I wonder if she's talking about Tony." She mumbled to herself more than to Peter before shaking her head and smiling as Meluiwen came back. "You're welcome." She chimed contently, lifting her gaze to Peter's features curiously.


‹Peter Parkman› Peter glanced sideways at Jersey, his brows furrowed in concern. She was pinching the bridge of her nose as if she had some violent headache. Was someone trying to harm her? It was his hand, this time, that landed on Jersey's knee - a silent question about her well-being. Tony? He couldn't remember any Tony, and had no idea who Jersey was talking about. Only then did Mel come back, and Peter turned his attention back to her. The doll had settled next to her. It was a little weird, Peter would admit. It made him slightly uncomfortable. "Your...brother?" he arched a brow. "What is his name?"


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen nodded, "Brother. Robert." She clutched the doll that was nearly as big as she was to her side, "He died, but came back, so I not lonely." The doll itself? Was like a mini replica of her elder brother before his health defeated him. She pursed her lips and looked down, "Friends say they give wrong treatment, but no believe me."

[Meluiwen (DELETED 5494)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--


‹Jersey› She covered his hand lightly with her own once the discomfort had passed, squeezing it to answer his question. The blonde scooted a bit closer to him from habit, she liked being near him. "I'm sorry you lost your brother, Mel." She spoke softly, her expression shifting to one of concern.


‹Peter Parkman› Peter nodded in agreement with Jersey. He knew what it was like to lose people one loved - never a sibling, but a wife and unborn child. A grief that he had buried, and he would hope that they didn't come back from the dead to haunt him. He couldn't help the question that slipped past his lips: "Don't you find it difficult?" he asked. "If... you can't move on?" he continued, to clarify. He had no filter, sometimes, and this was the way the conversation had steered, There was no helping it.


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen blinked, incapable of understanding what either of them was saying, "No lost, no difficult. Brother came back!" She had lost him around the time she was twelve and with that, all the spirits, her deep emotional attachment and dependency on her brother, not to mention the cold way her parents acted as his death; her young mind couldn't accept the reality of it. When she finished the doll of her brother and it began to speak to her, her mind convinced itself that her brother wasn't dead and that he had come back for her.


‹Jersey› This was one of the things that Jersey wasn't entirely sure of. She couldn't sense anything different, anything unnatural about the girl and in some ways, it bothered her. If she focused on someone she knew, she learned things about them. She could tell if Peter hadn't fed now, if Kallista was wounded in some way. Her hand squeezed Peter's once more, sliding her palm briefly against his skin before she set her fingers between his. "Why do you make the dolls?" She asked curiously, deciding it was best for a change of subject.


‹Peter Parkman› Peter wouldn't push the subject. He sat back and allowed Jersey to take the lead with the conversation; he was lost in his own thoughts for a moment, anyway, imagining if his own past hung around him, disallowing him to move on. He shuddered. He left one hand on Jersey's knee, the other on his own knee, flat, as he tried to focus on the conversation between the two women.


* Meluiwen looked to her doll and giggled at Jersey like that was a silly question, "Like them. Besides..." She leaned toward them and whispered like it was a big secret, covering the ears of the brother doll, "Some people no bodies! So I make bodies! I make dollies people like too!"


‹Jersey› Feeling him shudder, she squeezed his knee once more in silent reassurance while she listened. She gave a soft nod of her head slowly, wondering quietly what all was going on around it. "I see... well, they really are lovely." She smiled, looking at the doll that had a likeliness to her.


‹Peter Parkman› Peter found himself staring at the dolls, taking in their detail. They were good, he supposed, and if the girl put her mind to it maybe she could sell them. It seemed to be the way his mind turned, lately - toward business. He was preoccupied with it, with money and with figures and with how to not lose. "Jersey has a body though," Peter said, glancing between his girlfriend and the doll that had been fashioned to look a lot like her.


‹Meluiwen› “Yeah! Really pretty! Made doll after pretty Jersey! Like make doll people like!” She paused and tried to make her sentence come out more clearly for once. “Mean, like Jersey so want make doll of.” She nodded, deciding that was good enough. She obviously had a bit of a speech impediment. But she seemed to see the look in the man's eye and explained to him. “Dolls, these dolls, clothes, head, eyes, hair, full dolly set go anywhere over five hundred into thousands. But not make for money, make cause less lonely.” It was true, some of these dolls sold for as much as a car could. Generally five hundred something dollars would buy you JUST the doll and eyes, the hair and costume depending on detail made it go anywhere up from 6 to seven hundred or even up to the thousands range. But she didn't sell her dolls. She gave them to people she liked she thought would take care of them, or she kept them so they could keep her company as she was unaware that the voices without bodies weren't coming from the dolls, but from spirits.


‹Jersey› She tried to rearrange the words in her head, letting them click in her head after Peter's statement about having a body. It was a body she was proud of, too. "Oh, you made a doll of me because you thought I was really pretty?" She smiled and had she been able to, would have blushed lightly. She thought it was incredibly sweet, even though something inside her twisted a bit in the back of her mind. "You're really talented, Mel." She meant it, too.


‹Peter Parkman› Peter would agree, of course. He, too, thought that Jersey was pretty. Beautiful, really. Adorable, cute, all those different things depending on the day. He smiled, and nodded - he didn't know what to say next. He could just nod and agree to both statements, and smile. Yes, Jersey was pretty, and yes, Mel was talented. All true statements. No questions. He cleared his throat and scratched a stray itch at the back of his head.


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen just smiled sweetly at them before yawning. The human girl generally have a proper sleep schedule. She slept when she was tired and was awake when she wasn't. Sometimes she would just fall asleep regardless of where she was, but she remembered it was rude to fall asleep in some one's home without asking, "Nap here? Please?"


‹Jersey› She smiled softly to Meluiwen, "Go ahead, lovely. Rest easy and I'll call your friend to come get you, so we can leave later." She smiled as she stood, releasing her hold of Peter while she brushed her hair over her shoulder and hummed contently to herself as she went off to make the phone call.


‹Meluiwen› Meluiwen preened sleepily standing up to go give them each a hug before going back to her sitting place to curl up with her doll and fall asleep in a heartbeat.

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Peter's outfit | Meluiwen's outfit | Jersey's outfit