_____________ in a box!

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

[In a commonly used hallway, there is a very large, open-topped cardboard cage box. A sign above the box says: 'FREE TO GOOD HOME'. And sitting inside the box is a very unhappy looking little Replica, who is currently kicking the sides of the box and not getting anywhere.]

Stupid box!



[OOC: Feel free to harass/help tinyRi. Or even magically end up in the box if you're the lost puppy/kitten/orphan-type. If you're in the box, you can't get out until someone pulls you out. Threadhopping is encouraged.]

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that's the price to pay~

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Can't you tell what I am, stupid?!

*it doesn't like to be scared and glares at you, though the wariness is still in its eyes*

Apparently

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Well...y-yes but...

[She looks down at her hands in her lap.]

I'm sorry...

[She'd been taught to help people so she's just doing what she was raised to do.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Then why would you try to touch me? Unless you're trying to kill me!

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

I...I was...


My mom always taught me to helpful wherever I could, so...that's what I was doing.

[Oh Ri, you've almost reduced the poor girl to tears.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*it is a tiny Replica and does not understand your emotions*

Well, you didn't do a good job.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

You won't let me!

[Now she is starting to get a little frustrated.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

Because you kind of suck.

*it's a rude little thing isn't it?*

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

I do not.

[Have an indignant look there Ri.]

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

You do too.

*this is going to get childish very quickly*

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desiree shrugs, she's not going to fall for it. Think what you want Ri. She stands up and dusts off her pink and blue paisley pajamas and gives Ri a smile in spite of things.]

I'll be right back. You're not allergic to any kinds of food or anything are you?

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*it shakes its head*

I eat anything Kai makes me.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Okay I'll be right back!

[Desiree figures if he won't let her get him out of the box, hopefully he'll at least let her make him a sandwich or something to tide him over until someone he trusts gets him out. So she heads into the kitchen and makes two turkey and cheese sandwiches. Putting one on a plate she noms on the other while she takes the plate out to the box and holds it out.]

Here you go. Couldn't let you starve while you were waiting for somebody to get you out of there.

[clockworkboytoy.livejournal.com]

*it looks a little suspicious, but reaches out to take the plate; you might notice how its hand bumps into an invisible wall so it can't reach beyond the box*

I like sandwiches.