entrancelogs | i tear it apart time and time again...

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i tear it apart time and time again...

Who: Vincent Nightray [

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Where All abouts the mansion
When: All day March 15th
Rating: PG
Summary: Vincent's "little alien friend" is out to terrorize Vincent wherever he goes, but it's little trick might affect the whole house...
the Story:

For how long had the little creature been following him? Too long. Where did it go and what did it do when he wasn't looking and it seemed to disappear? He hadn't the slightest clue. In fact, Vincent hadn't cared at all the first time. It had been a great reprieve from his tormentor, although, it didn't seem as bad as some of the others sounded.

That was what he thought before he had gone to the library (little alien not two feet behind him), and found a stuffed bear in his usual chair in one of the corners.

But the issue wasn't the stuffed bear being in his seat. It was that Vincent personally knew this bear. It had become intimate with his scissors. And yet, here it was, crudely sewn back together, by seemingly clumsy hands. And that was only the beginning of a series of nearly fifty stuffed animals that had been placed in other various places around the house, some cleverly hidden, and others in plain sight, all sewn back together.

It was only morning when this sick game began, but Vincent could already feel a headache coming on as he began wandering, trying to collect the decrepit things, some of which had been sewn together incorrectly, with feet and arms mismatched or other body parts mis-arranged, while others seemed to have been done correctly.

ooc: He's tense, horrified and slightly paranoid, so... please feel free to pester him to the max. The animals can be in all sorts of odd places, so you can get creative or witty if you want

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Samemaru was chasing the alien that had taken his stuffed panda down the hall. He didn't think the creature was fast, but it was because it always turned the corner just when Samemaru had turned the last one. Trying to call it for stop, he dashed through the fourth floor hallway.

He saw the alien go down the stairs from far away, and he ran over to follow him down when he thought he caught sight of a familiar blond hair down the hallway.

"Vincent-sWAAAAAAAAAH"

Samemaru had stepped on something squishy but before he could comprehend just what he had stepped on, his foot slipped from beneath him and bam. Staircase, meet Samemaru's butt. He slides down few stairs before he stops, and the thing he stepped on lands on his head. Taking a few minutes to get the stars away that were circling his head, he picked up the soft thing that obscured his view. It was....

...a stuffed cat.

With a tail for a nose and an ear for a tail. One eye was hanging by a thread, but everything else looked normal. ....If one ignored the fact that one arm and one leg had switched spots.

Other than all that, it seemed like a cat.

Samemaru blinked once and twice. It reminded him of a voodoo doll, with the stitches covering its body and some cotton showing from between the sewing.

Vincent blinked, when he heard a familiar voice call him, and swung around rather suddenly when the voice turned into a loud cry. He saw Samemaru slip on the stairs and his eyes widened. Concerned, he hurried towards him, as he watched him sliding down the stairway a bit.

It almost slipped his notice completely, but then he saw the alien running away with the stuffed panda. As soon as he saw it, Vincent had this nagging feeling that he knew what this was about. When the alien tried to escape past him, he stole the panda from the troublesome alien's grip and gave it a harsh glare, before remembering the real issue. He hurried over, panda tightly gripped in his hands, to where Samemaru landed.

Pushing his hair out of his way, he bent over, and quickly knelt on the stairs, at Samemaru's side. Luckily, the boy hadn't fallen too far, however, he seemed to be running rather quickly when he fell.

"Are you alright?" Concerned, he doesn't even notice the horrid thing that Samemaru was holding.

"I was right, it was you Vincent-san!" Samemaru sat up giving Vincent a reassuring smile. He placed the ~~voodoo~~ stuffed doll on his own lap. "I'm fine, I just hit my bottom hard, but no broken anythings! Probably just a huge bruise tomorrow," he answered while laughing slightly, tucking some loose hairs behind his ear.

He caught sight of his panda in Vincent's eyes and his eyes brightened up more. "You go Standard back! Thank you Vincent-san!!!"

"Standard?" Vincent smiled, looking down at the panda he had rescued. "So this is what started all this." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Here you go." Vincent handed the panda over to Samemaru. That was when he noticed the thing on his lap.

His eyes widened. "And... who, or what... is that?" Vincent hesitantly pointed to the ~~slightly~~ mutilated doll in his lap a bit hesitantly. Because he knew. He knew that cat. Simply, he didn't want to believe it.

That cat had been one of his victims. One of the ones he had despised the most. After all, it was for his brother, who feared cats completely and irrationally.

"It's his name," Samemaru explained as he patted the panda on the head before setting it on his lap next to the other doll. He tilted his head as Vincent pointed to that one.

"I think it's a cat. I accidently stepped and slipped on it..." He picked it up again to look at it. "I wonder if it's someone's. I hope they won't mind that I stepped on it.." He tried to brush dust off of it, not realizing Vincent's hesitation towards the thing.

Vincent nodded, although he seemed a bit distracted. He wasn't quite pulling off the normal smiling facade right now, although he managed to hide his anger and disgust, trading it for a somewhat distant, blank stare.

"It's... hard to tell." He managed to spit out a second later. "If it's sitting out here, I have a feeling that it was probably the doing of those mischievous aliens." Vincent sighed. Knowing the connection, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. But because he had a soft spot for Samemaru, the idea of confessing the truth behind all this was horrifying.

"Really? Then I wonder if I just put it back where I found it.." Samemaru said, trying to think what to do with it.

"What do you think, Vicent-san?" he asked, while turning his head to look at his friend. However he saw that someting seemed to be bothering the other and he asked once again in a more worried tone. "Um...Are you okay..?"

"I'm not so sure about that. If you leave it there, someone else might share the same fate you did." He chuckles a bit to shake the stupor he was in.

He blinked, when Samemaru asked him if he was okay and his eyes softened, a bit sadly. It didn't surprise him that he'd noticed, although he really wasn't sure if he was prepared to answer that. "Oh. Sorry... it's just... this isn't the first stuffed animal like this I've seen. I've seen a few... all of them were sewn together like this... rather badly."

"That's true. Maybe I'll put it on the side of the stairs..." Samemaru mused to himself.

"A few of them?" he frowned slightly at that. "Maybe it's a mean prank then. The poor stuffed animals..." In Samemaru's mind, he thought that one of the aliens had taken the stuffed animals, torn it apart and sewed it back together badly for no apparent reason.

"That might be best." Vincent nodded, eyes focused rather intently on the doll despite himself.

Little of what Samemaru clicked right away, until the end. That last bit brought Vincent's focus back to Samemaru, as he tried to wrap his mind around what the boy said. Samemaru's expression was serious. Vincent could see honest sadness and pity there, for these lifeless things and he couldn't for the life of him, understand it.

Had it been anyone else saying it, he would have laughed. But as it was Samemaru, he took it seriously, and tried his best to wrap his mind around it. "The poor stuffed animals...?" His voice was soft, as he tilted his head to the side slightly in thought.

"But isn't it better that way?" He finally admits his thoughts, quietly. "If it wasn't them, it could be us..."

Samemaru thought for a bit before answering Vincent's question. "It would be really bad if one of us got hurt too. I guess compared to that, it's......better that it was the stuffed animals, but.." He looked at the cat and petted it on its head. "But that doesn't mean they should just use these as a substitute. It's lifeless, and it's just a thing. But I don't think it's right to mutilate anything, alive or not. It didn't do any harm to anyone. They were made so people could feel happy with it, not so that it could be destroyed."

Samemaru hugged the cat once more and placed it next to Standard. "Maybe I'm just being an idiot or thinking like a child, but I still think it was mean of those aliens to ruin these dolls."

For a moment, Vincent looked at the pitiful cat, and then back at Samemaru. That someone would feel sad for a harmed, lifeless doll baffled him in a way. The thought that that thing might be something precious to someone had never crossed his mind. Seeing the mis-matched creature sitting next to Standard made his brain turn harder and faster, as he took in everything Samemaru said seriously.

That cat... broken... put back together... messed up...

Looking at the two dolls was much like looking at himself and Samemaru, if one could see him for what he was. His eyes softened sadly as he looked at the pathetic creature. And yet, this boy pitied it, defended it, hugged it, and sat it down next to Standard as if... as if they could be equals...

"...Perhaps you're right. But... that doesn't mean it can't be fixed." He said, smiling softly. "With a bit of work... just maybe..."

Samemaru had his arms loosely around both of the stuffed animals, when he heard Vincent. He perked his head up at the suggestion of fixing the cat back to its normal state. A smile appeared on his face and he nodded. "Mmhm! I'm sure we'll be able to fix him. Or her. The dorm mother taught me how to sew so I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out!" Samemaru exclaimed excitedly at the thought of restoring the cat.

Seeing that smile, Vincent felt he had made the right decision, despite his initial reluctance. Looking at the way Samemaru held them both made his smile grow a bit wider despite himself.

"Mmmm... I think he likes you." Vincent chuckled, pointing to the cat. "I'm pretty sure I have some thread back in my room. It shouldn't take long... would you like to keep him? He'll need a good home..."

Samemaru nodded. "Of course. I'm sure Standard would like a friend too!" he said, holding up the doll at eye's height. "We'll make you look nice and handsome again."

It would look odd with stitches, but Samemaru was sure it would still look nice and lovable. He was sure his friends back at home would like it too if he was able to bring it home with him when he could.

"Wonderful." Vincent smiled, a bit more at ease, seeing that Samemaru would accept the thing when all was said and done. "Would you like to help me?" Looking thoughtful, he added, as more of an afterthought, "Perhaps I can gather up the others as well and try fixing them too..."

While it had been a great shock to him at first, he knew that now, if he intended to help this one, he should do his best to finish what he started. After all, he knew that these doll's fates had been his fault.

"Of course I'll help you. How about we meet back here in half an hour or so with all the other ones we can find?" Samemaru suggested, standing up. He looped Standard to his belt so that it hung from his hip, while he kept hold of the other doll in his arms.

Nodding, Vincent pushed himself up from the stairs, standing slowly to keep his balance. "That sounds like a good plan." he admitted, smiling at the way he attached Standard to himself.

"If you have no objections, I'll take the lower half and you can search the upper floors. And I'll make sure to bring everything we should need."

"Sure. So I'll meet you back here at half an hour?" he checked, patting the dust off his pants that had been made when he fell.

"Mmm." Vincent nodded emphatically. He had thirty minutes. That should be plenty of time. Turning slowly, he made his way down the steps, looking on both sides every so often. He pursed his lips, trying to remember some of the places he remembered seeing them. Some of them had been in such odd places that it wasn't very hard to remember.

By the time he finished, he had picked up another nine dolls. All of them were just as frightening and sad as the first. Sighing, he clutched them tighter as he hurried up to his room to grab the things they'd need to fix them, before returning to the meeting spot, setting the dolls down on the side of the steps and sitting while he waited.

Once Vincent had started heading downstairs, Samemaru began to retrace his steps and search this floor, before going to the stair case and heading up. Halfway, he went into an empty room to use the closet and take out a bag to fit the stuffed animals in, and a pair of attachable roller skates. Samemaru figured he would be able to travel faster in them.

After the thirty minutes, he skated over to their meeting place, with the bag in one hand and the stuffed cat in the other. He had found six dolls, and had somehow miraculously managed to arrive back without tripping, dropping, or getting lost at all. Skidding to a halt, he set the bag on the floor.

"I'm sorry Vincent-san! Did I make you wait long?"

The sound of the roller skates caught Vincent's attention. Blinking, he looked up, pushing his bangs out of the way. Shaking his head, he smiled softly. "Not at all." He shifted his gaze to the bag. "How did your search go? You didn't run into any trouble, did you?"

With the aliens running amuck, he had to admit that he was slightly concerned. After all, they were the ones who caused this trouble in the first place.

Samemaru shook his head. "Nope, I didn't! I saw couple of those aliens along the way, but they seemed busy with something else. How about you?" he asked.

He had wanted to go and talk to one of the aliens to ask why they were doing such a thing, but he didn't want to be late in meeting Vincent, so he decided to stop on and ask later on.

Picking up one of the needles he brought, he poked some thread through the needle. "No, it wasn't so bad. I remembered quite a few of them. Well... I don't suppose they were all that well hidden, seeing as they were meant to be found, but..." He smiled sadly, shaking his head. "I hope they learn a lesson from this."

"No matter how much trouble they cause, we can always find a way to set things right again."

"Mmhm. There's always a way! Even if it's just small steps, they lead up to something."

Samemaru took a couple of the stuffed dolls he had found from the bag and placed it next to the ones Vincent had found. Then, he took another good look at the first stuffed cat. "I wonder what's the best way to take apart the limbs and stuff without damaging it more..."

Setting aside the needle for a second, he rummaged through the small bag of things he brought and pulled out a small ripper. Sure it was usually used for clothing, but it would be much easier and more efficient than scissors.

"If you use this, you can take out all the old stitches. Those aliens didn't exactly do a good job of putting them together, it shouldn't be too bad." He smiled, offering the little green tool to Samemaru.

He took the tool with a nod and a thanks. Taking off the detachable skates from his shoes, he sat down on the ground (while making sure not to sit on Standard) and began working to take the stiches out as carefully as he could. Once he had taken out all the stitches, he laid out the piece of the cat on the ground, trying to keep the cotton in place as best as he could.

"Do you think we should use white thread, black thread or navy thread?" he asked, looking towards Vincent from where he sat. The cat itself was navy, but the aliens had used red and yellow threads while sewing it. Samemaru was trying to think if the stitches should blend in with the doll or have it purposely stand out.

Being asked for his opinion on the matter threw him a bit. Having done things his own way almost all his life, the idea that someone like Samemaru would ask him his thoughts and perhaps even act based on them shocked him. Of course, this was hardly a subject worth getting concerned over. The idea made him a bit uneasy, but in this case, it should be fine...

Hiding his concerns, he smiled and motioned towards the navy colored thread, as he began working on taking apart and putting back together a bear. "It would look best if it matched, don't you think?"

Samemaru picked up the navy thread and compared it with the kitty. After a moment, he nodded and smiled. "Mmhm, you're right! The cat seems happier with matching stitches too," he said, setting the arm the down and threading the needle.

After a few tries, he got the thread in, and he carefully began to sew back the doll together. He wasn't quick with it, but he wasn't terrible enough to poke himself with a needle everytime. Housework was something he learned while staying at the dorm from the dorm mother. His face softened with recollection as he remembered the days where the two had sat together to patch back ripped uniforms and such.

Stopping his work for a moment, he glanced up at Samemaru as he compared the thread to the cat and smiled. "Mmm. I think he likes it too." For a moment, he simply stared at the needle and thread in his hands, and at the bear leg he was to be attaching. "But I think he'd be much happier if he had a name... what do you think?" He smiled, as he began working.

As with most things, Vincent picked up sewing like an art. His stitches were swift, precise and even, eyes focused on his own hands as he worked.

"That was what I was thinking too." Samemaru stopped the needle for a moment, and set the half-patched up cat on his lap. He stared at it and tilted his head, trying to think of a good name that fit the doll.

"Do you have any particular input on his name, Vincent-san?" Samemaru asked, after a minute or so of thinking hard. He couldn't quite make up his mind on the name that fit the doll, so he thought asking Vincent's opinion seemed good.

"Mmm. Let me think." Just as Samemaru did, he tilted his head to the side for a moment and bit his lip. He'd never named anything before, and certainly not a doll like this cat. However, as it was Samemaru asking him, he thought he had to come up with something. It wasn't clever or anything, but something came to mind. "Rue. I think that's a fine name."

He went back to his work, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "Well, that's just my thoughts, anyway." He laughed lightly, not looking back up, focused on his work and not stabbing himself with the needle.

"Rue...Hm.... I think it's a fine name too! Rue it is! Thank you, Vincent-san!" Samemaru said, holding the doll up high to look at it. "Don't worry, Rue. We'll finish getting you fixed up and you'll look nice again!"

Setting it back down on his lap, he took another part of Rue's limb and began to sew. After 20 or so minutes, he finished repairing the doll completely. "There! All done, Rue!"

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i tear it apart time and time again...

shhhh still supposed to be on hiatusss

i'll never tell

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