i tear it apart time and time again...

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Who: Vincent Nightray [needsnosanity and OPEN
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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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."

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"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..."

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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.

[swimminginair.livejournal.com]

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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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!"