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 Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 4:57 pm
Outside lurks a rather large and grand-looking building. It is tucked away towards the dead end of a street. One door is boarded up, although one was left unboarded and swings open sometimes in the wind.....
Inside, is a room with old-fashionned ticket stands. The benches look rickety and aged, covered with cobwebs. But if you step past another set of frosted-glass doors, then you enter the actual theater room.
The theater room is rather dark, due to lack of lighting. Cobwebs are sprawled across the velvet chairs which guests used to sit on. At the ceiling, there is a grand chandelier with crystals that hovers above. The stage is the main focus point of the entire room, masked with heavy red curtains. The wood on the stage is dusty and old, much like everything else. But set at the height of the stage, are two large theater masks. (shown in pic below.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 5:21 pm
~ Charlotte ~ --x-- The Puppeteer --x--  A slender figure wandered past the doors to the abandonned theater, the shadows covering her face, leaving her expression untold. Her skin was a pale ivory color, light in contrast to her cascade of brunette hair. The girl's sea-green eyes scanned over the atmosphere, her rosy lips parting ever so slightly to breath in some of the moist air. She stepped up to the large wooden stage, sitting down on it, not minding the dusty feeling of the wood underneath the palms of her hands. Charlotte knew she had no audience, for this particular theater had been abandonned long ago.
In the palms of her hands, were tiny doll-like puppets. They were hand-stiched and made out of a sweater material, with black buttonned eyes and strings that allowed their joints to move. The string soon connected to the fingertips of one white glove on her hand, which would allow her to make the tiny puppet move. Charlotte tipped her vintage-looking black hat to one side on her head, closing her eyes for a moment. As she reopenned them, she let her fingers dance. The threads pulled at the puppet and made it move, it's ragdoll-like limbs flailing aimlessly around to the rythym of silence. "Little puppet, dance for me. There's strings attached, you won't be free." Charlotte whispered in a sing-song voice.
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