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Everyone awakened, a day older or at least aware of the time passing by them. Humans would one day awaken, find the first grey hair in the mirror or notice that their skin was beginning to lose it's luster. Animals began to lose strength and the others around them would pass away. Every species, or at least most of them, that roamed the lands would feel time slip by, know how long something had taken and the next. A few species, however, were never aware of the time passing by and would never have to age or worry about the imposing end of time, known as their death. But, perhaps, the awareness of time happened for a reason. To keep your life -- your story -- going. The people around those unaffected wither with age before passing onto whatever came after life, the lives that made the entire world up. But the creatures unaffected and unaware would be left in their perfection; Left to simply sit there and continue to be unaware of the passing of time for infinity. Or until, at a slight chance, there was some sort of release or death to save them from an eternity of cruel perfection. For who could they ever stay with for an eternity when everything besides the other rare creatures in the same predicament became old, a wrinkly face replacing the youth the other will always have. For those who have short lives, they wish for eternity. For those who have it? It's hard to say what they wish. But whilst these things were being thought of in random pockets of the Kingdoms, one of those places wasn't Tochigi at that very moment. It wasn't warm in the great city of Akaika per say, but instead a great heat had swam overhead. The sky was blank of clouds except for a few scrawny cotton wisps on the horizon, promising no rain for the day. People went on as they always did no matter the weather, flashes of skin everywhere you looked. On the merchant streets where instead of shops there were peddlers, fabrics hung stretched overhead to keep the nosy sun out of eyes that were searching for trinkets or other goods to buy. In other places, people sat off to the side of streets, eating or drinking cold treats in small protected areas of shade. But this did not mean that people were not up and walking, as people always were. And one of these people walking aimlessly around in the hot afternoon sun was a strange sight. Four feet tall and perfectly mirrored from one side to the other, showing a powerful symmetry, a doll walked. There were no strings attached, no one to direct a slitted mouth to talk. The doll looked human, pale lips and paler skin without blemish to be seen. But humans don't have the joints connecting their limps as dolls do and whilst the doll wore little clothing it wasn't hard to see most of them. Teal hair, somewhere between blues and greens, was tied up messily like an artists' to keep it from the doll's face and she was dressed simply. A striped tanktop, showing off all arm joints and the shoulder joints as well, and black cloth shorts that ended at the doll's mid-thigh was all that she wore. Whatever material she was made of looked like it was real living skin and her hair was real hair. The only strange things -- really, sight wise-- were her eyes, height, and joints. But the doll didn't seem to notice her features, instead finding a small tree to sit under and then doing so, closing her eyes to whatever may happen to the world while she sat there.

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Zoe wandered around this city, hands clean of the blood that had just been spilt. The only remains were the dried red under her nails. No blood had been splattered on her black t-shirt, and dark pants. Drifting along the streets she could almost hear the shrieks and cries of her loved one. The girl who had been taken today that was. The child, no more than two, had come down with a horrible sickness. Zoe recalled the images of the sickly child. Her hair plastered to her pale forehead by sweat. Cheeks hallowed and eyes sunken in. Her already small body withering away, her skin seemed to stretch across her bony form. There was no helping it only time stood as her protector. And time doesn't protect for long. Soon enough the reapers daughter had come to calm her. Depressing death was yet also freeing. Now the child would no long feel the pain or watch her mother and father cry knowing there was no hope. Or the pain of the sickness claiming her body and mind. Of course her family would feel the lost and unsure of how to go on but was that loss better than the pain of watching a child die. Zoe shifted though all of this her emotions turned off, it was as simple as turning a switch to a lamp. The girl’s black her was blown around her causing an unnerving appearance to the passers. The daughter of both reaper and angle watched as the crowed of people hurried along their way. Mind full of meaningless thoughts. No one ever thought of their death but that was the very thing that consumed Zoe's thoughts. Not the regular thoughts of teenage girls such as dresses and boys. Would she ever think of this? No, all these things went away soon enough drifted into the sands of time, seeds in the wind. Zoe sighed and glanced around thinking if anyone else around here had an appointment with her. All around her people were lively and none looked as if death would grip them soon. But only one looked as if death would ever have her in his cold grip. A girl with teal hair and joints of a doll. But surely she could be a doll, doll didn't walk around, breath, speak. So how was it that this one did? Zoe found herself moving closer to this girl mind spinning with questions underneath a cold and hard face.

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Jacqueline tilted her head back slightly, eyes still unseeing because of eyelids, and one hand came up to mess up her hair. It had gotten quite messier while the day had gone on, the doll decided, but not bad enough that it needed to be redone. The hand retreated to rest on the ground, palm meeting the warm and dry dirt hiding under grasses. Jacqueline had always had a feeling as if she was living in her mind. Her hand told her it was warm, that it wasn't freezing or cold or burning, but it didn't feel like she would think it would. Maybe she wasn't as perfectly close to a human as many people who saw her thought. Or maybe they thought nothing about her. How would a doll know? The teal haired female took in a deep breath through her nose before sighing it out through opened pink lips. All her movements were liquid and filled with an inhuman grace, as if she were something more then human instead of less. Jacqueline thought of her beginnings, of the dark and musty backroom where she woke up. She remembered standing, hair swishing in the dusty sunlight that filtered through a broken glass window. Remembered taking a breath only to realize the only reason she needed to was to speak, to feed air into a few fake human organs so that she could talk. And she remembered the beautiful voice, a laugh of disbelief that sounded like church bells tinkling gently. But what she remembered the most, and recalled the most, was finding the mirror. Seeing herself for the first time, taking in the inhuman beauty of it all. Most people would think all of it was a blessing, wished for their scars to disappear and the extra fat to be sucked away. Or to gain weight in the correct areas. She, however, thought of how other people would look at her. Disgust, awe, it was all the same. The doll had picked up a sliver of broken window and sliced open her palm, gritting even and white teeth as the skin repaired itself mere moments later. She may have been disconnected when feeling most things but the burning pain wasn't one of those things. It had made her feel, dare she say, human. Or at least how she thought they would feel. At the thought of feeling in such a way the doll realized she felt as if being watched at that very moment. How had she forgotten of the world outside? Maybe it was just a child. She opened her deep, dead blue eyes and tilted her head forward once more to look around instead of at the treetop above. Her eyes connected with another female, one walking towards her. A breeze blew, as if this were some sort of dramatic point in something planned, and the other girl's hair was blown around as if she were playing a Grim Reaper. Ha, Jacqueline couldn't help but think. After all, it wasn't as if she were living or dead, and therefore could do either.

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Zoe walked to the 'girl' trying to figure out what she could be. Breathing, moving all that was a human. Except without their flaws. Though without flaws can something truly be human? Humans strive to be perfect, their work perfect. But they will never be that way, a hair slightly out of place, a nose not quite straight, or a body without the 'right' curve. Their work so unique, only though the mistakes, a line rounded, a picture painted wrong or perhaps just unthought-of of before. These 'mistakes', these 'flaws' are the things the make the human grow. A girl with doll like joints and unimaginable grace was certainly not human. And Zoe wanted to find out what she was. She walked closer to the girl. Lifting her head one way to the other checking her surroundings as her father always taught her to. Coming closer she watched as the girl seemed to retreat into her own mind. Envy gripped on the sleeve of the young reaper ever so slightly, leaking though her wall of numbness. What would that feeling be like? To be safe in your own mind? Zoe suspected if anyone were to glace into her mind they would find a web a death, light barley shinning though at times. Letting her mind drift… Would only allow darkness mixed with very little light to drift in her place. As the girl opened her eyes Zoe kept her face to a blank expression talking quietly to the girl, “Hello, I’ve seen a lot of things but I’ve never seen anything like you. I question what you are. Of course you do not need to answer, I shall not force you.” She added a silent Yet. something she’s been doing since she was little. She gazed into the deep blue depths her eyes locking with them.