The Attic

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The Attic - The Attic Profiles - The Attic Ooc

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Story

Up the creaky steps, in old man Cedar’s attic, the dolls awaken when no one is looking. They live in the miniature town he has crafted for them where he assumes they all live together in harmony, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. The ball jointed dolls live a life of sophistication and refinement and force the carved wooden dolls to live a simpler life. The ball jointed dolls, normally shortened to Joints, live in the new freshly painted homes; while the carved wooden dolls, often referred to as Woods, reside in the older model buildings that often have chipping paint. The dolls have even divided the town into two halves: the North being primarily Joint dolls and the South being mostly made up of Wood dolls. This war has been going on without Cedar’s knowledge for years. Often the man blames his granddaughter for the damage that mysteriously is done to the dolls from time to time. Is there no hope for peace?

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Slots

The Joints
(Mystique) Anastasia : Daughter of Edmund / Falls in love with Male Wood 1
(OPEN) Female Joint 2 : Best friend of Female Joint 3 / Falls in love with Male Joint 2
(OPEN) Female Joint 3 : Best friend of Female Joint 2 / Falls in love with Female Wood 2
(Racoonus) Edmund : Father of Anastasia / Falls in love with Female Wood 1
(OPEN) Male Joint 2 : Best friend of Male Wood 3 / Falls in love with Female Joint 2

The Woods
(OPEN) Female Wood 1 : Mother of Male Wood 1 / Falls in love with Edmund
(OPEN) Female Wood 2 : Sister of Male Wood 2 / Falls in love with Female Joint 3
(OPEN) Male Wood 1 : Son of Female Wood 1 / Falls in love with Anastasia
(OPEN) Male Wood 2 : Brother of Female Wood 2 / Falls in love with Male Wood 3
(OPEN) Male Wood 3 : Best friend of Male Joint 2 / Falls in love with Male Wood 2

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Rules

IMPORTANT: First off! I know it’s creepy dolls coming to life and I know this is probably going to have a gothic type feel to it, but DO NOT make this scary guys. Think Toy Story not Chucky! For the love of all that is adorable: do not think Chucky. You pictures can be a little on the creepy side, (its dolls: they are in the uncanny valley anyways) but please nothing excessively frightening. If you are unsure go ahead and pm me the picture and I will give you the okay.

- Be Nice
- Manners Matter
- PM me to reserve a slot before working on your profile.
- Finish your profile and post it in “The Attic Profiles” before you make your first post in “The Attic.”
- Post ASAP. If you can’t post for a week, just post it in “The Attic Ooc” and let everyone know they can skip you. Go ahead and make up for lost time on your next turn. Don’t leave everyone hanging. Communication is key.
- If you have to leave the rp just let me know. It’s no big deal. Life happens.
- Please don’t ask me to add another slot. You get what you get guys, sorry. Ten is more than enough and there are two gay slots. It’s first come first serve.
- No special powers. Besides coming to life, your character is just a normal doll.

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Profiles

They do not have to be the same (some people like to type more/some people like to get really fancy with it.) Do whatever you’d like, but here is a template suggestion:

Picture (Optional)
Name:
Gender:
Doll Type:
Bio: (If you really want to put one.)
Relations: (Or best friend?)
Friends: (Pretty much everyone that is the same type of doll as you and maybe some that are not?)
Residence: (The miniature town is ever expanding. Add whatever you’d like.)
Occupation: (If you want to give your doll a job for some reason? I feel like it would be more of a hobby since the old man tends to provide everything they need.)
Secrets: (They are afraid of termites! They love high diving off the side of the town onto the attic floor! Etc.)

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- Open -

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Old man Cedar put on his nightcap and gown. Another day had come and gone and now it was time to rest. The frail old man weighed hardly more than a feather, but his steps left the floors screeching. The little house was twice as old as he and certainly twice as loud. This was mostly due to loose floor boards that the man had no money to fix. There wasn't much left in the retired toy maker's pockets. All he had left was his old toys.

Every single night before bed, Cedar made his way up the steps to the attic. In his attic was the most beautiful display of a tabletop model town. Filled with ten dolls that he had never sold: five ball jointed and five carved wooden dolls. Perhaps he had kept them because he felt they were his greatest works of art, but that certainly wasn't true with all of them. Maybe it was more so because he had grown attached to them. He had named them all and they were his friends.

Tonight he was imagining what fun they would all have in the grand ballroom. It was the next building on his list. Unfortunately, it was hard to keep up with renovations for the little town and the ballroom's paint was faded and dull. He was working his way from the top downward to get the town back to its former glory. It was about half way done and he was very proud of his work thus far.

Cedar plucked the ballroom from the center of town and went straight to work sanding. Before long, he was setting his paintbrush down and holding the building up in his boney fingers for a good look. The old man yawned as he placed the newly refurbished building down.

"There you are my friends," he said with a smile and made his way back down the stairs, "goodnight."

[The Myst]

As far as Anastasia was concerned she was a rather average girl; if you would call a toy doll that came to life at night average that is. She didn't think she was all that exciting, lived a somewhat pampered life (spoiled near rotten actually), had little to no responsibilities in life and was an only, er, child so to speak. So why wasn't she happy? Everything she could want was provided for her, her every need and want taken care of almost before she even realized what she wanted herself but there was something missing, some thrill of life that the animated toy lacked. What was the point of being magical if that magical life wasn't all you wanted? It was because of this that she had taken to sneaking out of the house and wandering the borders of the table, and the boards that were left unspoken but clearly recognized between the dolls of her variety and the others; the wooden dolls.

It had started out innocently enough; she had decided to take a walk to the edge of the table just to look down to the floor and see how far it really was. She had heard of dolls jumping off before but she had never even been brave enough to get close to the edge. Even for the first few times she walked to the edge she hadn't gotten all that close, jut stood on a rise and looked down but each day, each visit, she moved closer and closer until one day her toes dangles over the edge. Still she could not bring herself to jump so she simply walked along the edge while staying safely in the Northern part of the table where all the Joints lived. Eventually that was no longer enough and as she walked the edge she got closer and closer to the border of the Woods territory. He had never seen a wood, not really, and she was still skittish every time she heard a noise when near that border. The danger thrilled her, helped fill whatever that void within her was, but she still didn't want to get caught.

She knew of the war between her kind of doll and the woods. She may not understand it, may not even know what started it all, but it was dangerous for her to be as near to their neighborhood as she got each time she wandered to that part of the table. Still she couldn't stop herself, had to edge closer and close much like she did with the edge of the table where she stared at the floor but here she stared into the threes, between houses that were much less grand than those on her end and still she wanted to venture further. But not yet, no, there were precautions to take first, disguises to figured out and the right time to go. Now was not the right time.

Sighing softly Anastasia turned her back to the edge of the table and started the semi long walk back home. Old man Cedar had gone to bed hours ago, left the newly painted ballroom back where it had been for his dear toys to entertain themselves in. It was the one place that was directly in the center of both territories and thus open to both Woods and Joints which made it the epicenter for all fights. Sure no one actually fought in the building but there were enough comments that flew back and forth between the sets of dolls that what happened outside of the building was a whole other matter. In fact there was a little shindig planned this evening, free for all to come...or not. Ana wasn't quite sure yet it she wanted to go and as her house loomed before her she was pretty sure she wouldn't be. Unless of course more people turned up than she expected. Then it just may be the right time.

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Edmund buttoned his snazzy blazer as he waltzed up the ballroom with a smug grin on his face. Normally, he never strayed so close to the border unless there was a newly refurbished building, such as tonight, which he made his personal obligation to claim for the Joints. Since he was the oldest Joint he sometimes felt that made him the best, or rather the most superior of all the dolls. He had even claimed his daughter and himself the largest, most beautiful house in town back when Cedar had begun the town refurbishment. He had a duty to his kind to make sure everyone knew that after the party was over this ballroom would be strictly for Joints only and no longer a shared property. For now, there was time to “wine and dine” so to speak since magical dolls didn’t really tend to eat.

The grand ballroom was bigger than he remembered. The columns were painted a bright gold, the little red curtains were no longer covered in dust, and the dance floor was polished to its former glory. Obviously this place would no longer be fit for Woods after tonight. There was something so classic about the beautiful shapes and colors that illuminated the building and it was large enough to fit the whole town and then some. Of course, there were only a few dolls present at the moment, mostly Joints, but a few Woods were also present. Maybe no one had gotten the memo. Oh well, it was still a party even if no one else showed. He sat down in one of the chairs that still smelt of fresh paint that was on the side of the place that the Joints seemed to gravitate towards and mingled with his own kind.

The rivalry between Joints and Woods was an old one. He was perhaps one of the causes of the “war” that it had turned into. He wasn’t proud of the violence, but Woods needed to learn their place. Why he hated the Woods so much, well that was a personal matter. It was a memory that he cared not to remember. The past was the past and the future was filled with the prospect of Joints taking over as the superior doll.

After all, who was going to stop him? No one dare oppose him and those who did: they were taken away by Cedar and in his pile of broken dolls that needed repairs. The man was getting older and that meant slower. His repairs were falling behind and who knew how much longer he would be alive to continue to rebuild dolls? Someday, there would be no Woods left in town at all.