http://cobbledtogether.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cobbledtogether.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenofheartsrp2011-12-02 05:06 pm

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[It's strange, this place—or, at least, the little blonde girl wandering through the Gardens thinks so. But, then again, she hasn't ever been allowed out of the laboratory where she was born—or grown, to put it more accurately, but it's not as though she knows the difference—and no one ever thought it necessary to teach her much of anything about what "outside" might be like. Of course she thinks it's strange, this much color and space and freedom.]

[It's a little scary to suddenly be somewhere new with no idea where she is, of course, but at the same time it's a lot more frightening to be where she was before. After being trapped in the lab for so long with no hope of escaping, finding herself where she is— It's confusing, but at the same time she feels relieved. She pays no attention to the direction she's moving in as she wanders through the trees, taking in her new surroundings with wide eyes.]

[She almost doesn't notice when the footsteps first draw close enough for her to hear. When she does, though, she freezes in place, holding her breath as she listens. They're definitely coming toward her— What if it's someone that's come to take her back?! She makes a panicked dive behind the nearest hiding spot she can find, which, in this case, happens to be the trunk of a particularly large tree. As the sound of the approaching person draws closer, she peeks out ever so slightly from behind the tree to find...]

[It's someone she has never seen before. Which, at least in her mind, probably means it's not someone coming to drag her away again. It's also the first person she has seen in this place so far, so curiosity wins out over fear and she shuffles out from her hiding place. She's a rather pitiful sight, to be honest, rail thin and barefoot and clothed in something that's closer to a smock than a dress.]


H— Hello...?


[ ooc: So, Lambda has been wildcarded into bitty!cyborg mode. Feel free to run into her just about anywhere! As a warning, her past deals heavily with human experimentation and abuse related to such, so those topics are likely to come up somewhere in this post. Replies will be coming from [livejournal.com profile] minimurakumo. ]

[identity profile] minimurakumo.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lambda might not know Akiha very well, but she can tell this smile, as slight as it might be, isn't something people see very often, and that makes her happy too. She beams up at her.]

Really?! Is this place really safe from them?!

[She barely knows how to react to that idea. She had long ago resigned herself to being those scientists' pet project for as long as she lived. To suddenly find herself free of something like that was overwhelming.]

[identity profile] ritsu-kouyou.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It is. And should they find their way here and demand you back, if you wish to stay, I won't let them take you.

[She gestures to the mansion on the hill, now that they've cleared some of the trees.]

My home, Lambda.

[identity profile] minimurakumo.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahh—! Thank you, Akiha-sama!!

[Unthinkingly, she reaches out and grabs Akiha's hand with both of hers, tugging on it. When she speaks again, her voice is half-pleading and urgent.]

I don't ever want to go back there! Not ever again!

[Going back means returning to the experiments and the neglect and the terrifying visits from that strange masked man the scientists all call the Puppeteer. The thought of it is enough to make her want to cry, but then Akiha gestures toward the distance and she turns to look. She's never seen a house like that before, so her half-frantic are derailed, at least for the moment.]

Ah...! It's really big!

[identity profile] ritsu-kouyou.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akiha looks down as her hand is taken.]

Then as long as you are well-behaved, you may stay with me. But you will need to learn to be a proper lady with good manners.

[identity profile] minimurakumo.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's met with a hurried nod.]

Mm-hm! Whatever you want!

[identity profile] ritsu-kouyou.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[And there's another one of those slight smiles.]

Then its time to get you cleaned up. In you go. [opening the door]

[identity profile] minimurakumo.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She scuttles inside obediently enough, eyes going wide as she looks around the interior of the home. It's just as different from the lab as the outdoors had been, so she tries to take in as much of it as she can while still following Akiha along.]

[identity profile] ritsu-kouyou.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akiha leads her upstairs to the bathroom. It's big with a large claw-footed antique looking tub. She starts the water running, testing it with her hand before letting it fill the tub. Then she looks through her bath salts.]

Leave your... clothes outside the door. My maids will take care of them and bring you something more fitting for a lady. [and burn that rag Lambda was wearing.] Make sure to scrub well and pay special attention to your hair.

[There. Nice lavender scented salts. Akiha adds that to the bath water.]

[identity profile] minimurakumo.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's never seen a bath like this, either, so she creeps up to its edge when Akiha starts to fill it with water, standing on her toes as she peers inside it. She snaps attention again when addressed again, though, nodding hastily.]

O... Okay!

[With that said, she undresses quickly and efficiently, apparently not one to care about the presence of another person. (If Akiha cares to look, there's a lack of the bruises and scars one might expect, the only mark on her skin being the symbol (http://i.imgur.com/RJTrG.png) tattooed beneath her collar.) With the clothes left where instructed, she pads back over to the tub and sets her hands on its rim, glancing up at Akiha as though waiting for permission to get in.]

[identity profile] ritsu-kouyou.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akiha does look, just to check for any signs of physical abuse. She'd seen enough in the past on another to know what kind of abuse might have been suffered, but there isn't any. Whereas she knows this is Lambda-11, she also knows that right now she is a child and so doesn't care about decency.]

Do you need help into the tub?

[identity profile] minimurakumo.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[The lack of marks is more a testament to the medical technology of the late 22nd Century (and the fact that she's still too young for them to perform any serious remodeling just yet) than it is to any sort of kindness on the scientists' part, but she's not going to be particular forthcoming with that information. It's not something she enjoys thinking about, after all. When Akiha speaks, she shakes her head—] Uh-uh! [—and moves to climb in.]

[identity profile] ritsu-kouyou.livejournal.com 2011-12-05 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akiha watches, ready just in case, but once the child is in the water, she turns back to the cabinet. Out comes a white fluffy towel probably as big as the girl and it's set on a chair nearby. Then Akiha gathers that... rag up.]

If you need anything, call for either me or Kohaku.

[identity profile] minimurakumo.livejournal.com 2011-12-06 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She's more used to bathing via much more efficient showers, but this doesn't seem bad at all. She sinks down into the water, drawing her knees up to her chest.]

Yes, Akiha-sama!

[identity profile] ritsu-kouyou.livejournal.com 2011-12-06 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Take your time and wash thoroughly. If your skin's not a bit pink by the time you're done, I'll question how well you scrubbed. There's shampoo and conditioner in those two bottles for your hair.

[And then Akiha leaves her alone in the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. When Lambda is done, she'll find appropriate clothing waiting for her.]