DAY 28: Lil’ Tyke Toys
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She rounded the street corner onto another, but did not stay on this other street for long. The sign for "Lil’ Tyke Toys" was quickly visible just to her right. Coming upon the store, she looked in the display windows, finding the toys to be very similar to her own. Everything from her usual plush dolls that she tossed about to those precious porcelain ones that she smashed the faces of. Some of those would go really well in her room too.
When she entered the store, she caught the "antique toy" smell that always seemed to overpower whatever smell the newer toys were supposed to have. It was somewhat refreshing, even those she didn't actually go into stores like thi sback home. She bet stores like this were where the Earl sent his Akuma minions to fetch the gifts he presented her with.
There was a small display dedicated to the porcelain dolls that Rhode found herself drawn to. Dolls were the closest thing she had to being a "normal little girl", and though it sickened her to have any kind of attachment to human things, she could not help herself. She stared at a few, eyes analyzing the perfect faces, the pastel dresses rimmed with lace, and the messes of brightly colored curls. Rhode would never look as any of these dolls did, but their perfectness is what drew her to them. Dolls were about as fragile as humans, and broke just as easily as human hearts. How she longed to just take one and smash it on the floor to remind herself of that feeling - how she could, with ease, shatter something so completely.
The display was to high for her to reach though. The shop owner was smart in that decision. Even a relatively normal child would have run the risk for accidentally breaking a doll. He probably hadn't considered that any customer would enter wanting to break a doll, but it was just as well. Rhode hoped for a moment that some small bit of her power might trickle back momentarily. With that, she could have bade a doll to slide forward just enough to come toppling from the shelf. It would look the accident, but Rhode's smile would betray her. The delight would be in her eyes while she had them cast over the glass shards littering the floor. It was a shame that manufactured dolls couldn't bleed.
She rounded the street corner onto another, but did not stay on this other street for long. The sign for "Lil’ Tyke Toys" was quickly visible just to her right. Coming upon the store, she looked in the display windows, finding the toys to be very similar to her own. Everything from her usual plush dolls that she tossed about to those precious porcelain ones that she smashed the faces of. Some of those would go really well in her room too.
When she entered the store, she caught the "antique toy" smell that always seemed to overpower whatever smell the newer toys were supposed to have. It was somewhat refreshing, even those she didn't actually go into stores like thi sback home. She bet stores like this were where the Earl sent his Akuma minions to fetch the gifts he presented her with.
There was a small display dedicated to the porcelain dolls that Rhode found herself drawn to. Dolls were the closest thing she had to being a "normal little girl", and though it sickened her to have any kind of attachment to human things, she could not help herself. She stared at a few, eyes analyzing the perfect faces, the pastel dresses rimmed with lace, and the messes of brightly colored curls. Rhode would never look as any of these dolls did, but their perfectness is what drew her to them. Dolls were about as fragile as humans, and broke just as easily as human hearts. How she longed to just take one and smash it on the floor to remind herself of that feeling - how she could, with ease, shatter something so completely.
The display was to high for her to reach though. The shop owner was smart in that decision. Even a relatively normal child would have run the risk for accidentally breaking a doll. He probably hadn't considered that any customer would enter wanting to break a doll, but it was just as well. Rhode hoped for a moment that some small bit of her power might trickle back momentarily. With that, she could have bade a doll to slide forward just enough to come toppling from the shelf. It would look the accident, but Rhode's smile would betray her. The delight would be in her eyes while she had them cast over the glass shards littering the floor. It was a shame that manufactured dolls couldn't bleed.