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It had just been another boring, repetitive day for Red. She woke up, had breakfast and got to chilling around the orphanage. It was often like this, an endless cycle. Day after day she would do the same thing over and over. She looked at the old watch she'd picked off the street a little while ago and grunted. In fact, in a few minutes Miss Hunter would confront her, asking if she could go out and get some groceries for the orphans. She was the eldest of the children, so it was only natural. As the familiar sound of high-heels clicking on the floor resounded throughout the small room, Red knew that the Mistress was right on time. She sent the blue-eyed girl a warm smile and gave her the instructions for what they needed for the week. Giving a grunt in response, Red left the building. She'd thought about running away a few times. She could tough it out on her own, she knew, but it'd be risky and there were only a few years before they'd let her out anyway. A sigh left her lips and she continued towards the local grocer. She didn't pay any mind to the white van that pulled in a little while away. It was just another vehicle. It wasn't until she noticed the man following her, clad in black. Paranoia kicked in and every few seconds, a glance was spared behind her. Her pace quickened, hoping to reach a busy place so someone would help her if necessary. She didn't realise the man had gained on her until everything went black. Everything was hazy as Red awoke from unconsciousness. She had the distinct feeling that she wasn't in her home town anymore, and as her vision cleared, she noticed that she was most definitely right. It was a small room, completely white like a blank canvas without paint to create emotion. A man stood before her. He claimed himself to be 'The Puppet Master' and Red felt a pang of anger as she realised that she may well be one of his 'puppets'. Gritting her teeth, she listened to what he had to say and as he finished, her fury had bubbled down and was replaced with the chilling sensation of fear. She was given a small, glistening dagger, "For later," The Puppet Master had told her with an unnerving grin across his face. She kept it, but with a little hesitance. Sure, she appeared rough on the outside but she'd never use that kind of weapon to harm anyone. Too bad it looked like she didn't have a choice.
They took her to a larger room, which The Puppet Master had labelled as the 'Glass Room'. There were three others there already; two males and one female. She was unsure of whether to approach them, and if so, what to do. She could intimidate them, set them away from her as so when it came to fighting, she didn't hold any ties, but if she appeared friendly, the could get through together. She stood still, thoughts racking her mind. She believed that anything she'd do would create some kind of ripple which would eventually effect her in the future. Whether the effect was negative or positive was the problem. Undecided, she stayed where she was and awaited for the time to come when she would have to confront them.
pud / demigirl / pan
