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075 x 570 // video/action // A Doll's House

[ ooc; Continuing the saga of 'Carla is a shameless monster': see here for details. ]

[ It isn't the norm to see Carla amongst a group when she makes these videos. She socializes, certainly, but she preferred those outings anonymous. Right now, however, she seems to be sitting in a well-outfitted home surrounded by pretty things. Including one she happens to be sitting on, but the angle of the camera excludes this, instead showing fawning things leaning in towards her, others that offer her food on silver trays and smile at everything she says. ]

It's a quiet morning...

[ Apparently she sees this glom of sycophants as a norm right now. ]

Who's coming for lunch?

[ ooc; all dolls and visitors can jump straight to action. ]

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Carla. What are you doing?

[Not cursed and he hasn't been out and about enough to notice that there's one on.]

[She wakes in the morning, and doesn't feel like staying at the cabin. Stiles has Derek to look out for him, and the cabin is thankfully quiet when she slips out, quietly. From there it's another trek into the forest, this time in the other direction. She doesn't think of letting anyone know - why would she? That's not important - where she is, or where she's going.

By the time she reaches the house Carla keeps, it's close to breakfast time. She's hungry, yes, but not hungry enough that all she wants is some toast; there are other forms of nourishment. Like seeing the owner of the house. Impatient, she knocks, and waits to be let inside.]

I didn't stutter.

[ Carla is never in a rush, and she is certainly not in a rush to extract herself from where she is comfortably nestled amongst her dolls. She does, however, have a sneaking suspicion of who might be knocking. All the more reason to move a bit more slowly, really. She knew all about Mae's impatience and it was a worthy exercise to test it now and again. Not for too long. It is cold out there and the dogs are yipping intermittently at the front door.

Their handler has come to pull them aside, instructing them to sit while Carla answers the door. ]

It's early.

[ An amused observation, and not a complaint. She steps to the side to allow the girl in, and then the door is locked once more behind them. ]

You're sure it's not late? [She steps inside while still smiling, that easy smile that she can pull off so well while staring danger in the face. But once she sees there's company, there's a moment - a pang of pain - and she turns around with a frown.]

You have company. I didn't know.

Don't pay attention to them.

[ It's an easy kind of cruelty from Carla, it highlights the divide between her desire for the affection of all these creatures her utter inability to deserve it.

She offers out her hand to Mae, to let this one pretty doll take her arm while all the others are kept at arm's length. For now. ]

But they're here. [There's a dark frown that crosses her face, and she stands in the same spot as if glued to it.] Why?

[Chin out, arms crosses across her chest, defiant.] Aren't you a little too greedy?

Yes. [ Also an easy answer, she's always been a greedy beast. ] But someone had to keep me company until you arrived.

[ And would Carla lie? ]

[Carla would lie, but Mae's blinded by the curse right now to even see it; or know it, or feel it. The smile playing at the corner of her lips feels normal, the warmth in the pit of her stomach feels natural.] Well...I'm here now.

[And she's stepping forward, but rather than take that offered hand, she stops once the toes of her shoes touch Carla's.] So you don't need anyone else.

[See, she'll love you enough for everyone.]

Then we'll send them away.

[ For now. Out of sight, for now. ]

No need for jealousy.

[Who knows how Korra got into Carla's house. As far as she remembers, she's always lived here -- or at least long enough to know to keep out of Mae's way. Little Miss Pink could get so jealous.

When not at Carla's beck & call, she can be found outside, running through her forms.]

You prove me otherwise. [And yet when she pokes Carla's side with her fingers, it's slightly affectionate.]

[Pai looks at her dress in the mirror, examining it critically. She's trying to find the pattern in the things that please Carla, figure out the commonalities so she can keep doing it without fail.]

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That doesn't answer anything. What are these people doing?

They're visiting.

[ Her smile is never this harmless, the lying monster. ]

[ It's not the kind of playfulness that Carla would really stand for from anyone else, but she does find Mae endearing at times. It was an interesting revelation the first time. ]

We'll have lunch alone.

[ Just for you, buttercup. ]

[Just don't invite more people over when you say alone, Carla, or we're going to have words. She does like getting her own way with this, so don't mind if she leans up on her tippytoes to kiss Carla's cheek.]

Tea?

I'll even make it myself.

[ An easy gesture of commitment, superficially flattering. ]

Make yourself comfortable in the study.

[ It's an... interesting collection of books. The Russian literature had always been a fascination of Carla's, the rather gothic transcripts about the nature of monsters was a more recently acquired taste. ]

[ In truth, Carla doesn't mind if this one is a little bit feisty. She hadn't picked her as maid or a chair, she'd picked this one because she was fit. It was fascinating to watch a doll not quite take to the erasures, Carla had a certain respect for that kind of will. Still, motives for selecting Korra involved her body more than her mind and Carla would never claim otherwise.

Carla watches her from the kitchen window, waiting for a kettle to boil. ]

What did you say your style was?

[ The voice comes out the window she opens. Her tone is idle, preoccupied. ]

Alright. [She'll have time to browse some of the books, if that's the case. Foreign languages have always held a fascination for Mae, whether they were dead languages or not.

By the time Carla gets in, she's read all the titles that she can read, and is looking very dejected.] No cheesy erotica? I'm shocked.

[ Carla pushes in to the room without knocking. She had a set of instructions on her lips, but she pauses to look at the dress as well. Considering some of the tasks the girl performed, it was better to give her a more harmless air. The dress does the trick, a cut like a schoolgirl's uniform and a hyper-feminine print. ]

That's cute.

[ For whatever that's worth as a compliment.....]

[ She pushes the door shut behind her with the nudge of her foot, bringing the tea tray over to small table in front of the window. It's cold out, the view out onto the forest is stark, a white sky and the jagged stands of black trees. ]

It just doesn't stimulate me much.

[ Unless laughter counted, but the joke got old soon enough. ]

[The view is the nicest, and if she can get away with leaning against the window with the teacup in both hands, then that's cozy and she likes it. Loves it.]

Monsters have that talent now, do they? [Telling glance at you over the rim of that teacup before she sips.]

[ She smiles faintly. She wouldn't have sent the girl in here if she didn't know she loved books, but she hadn't expected a critique. ]

It's interesting to hear the ways people react to what they fear, what it makes them imagine.

[ Only half a lie, and even then only one by omission. ]

[Too bad, Carla. Owning dolls made to love you doesn't mean it's easy; love's not easy, pal. It can be hot, though. Just give it time and steaming tea.]

I like how that's your answer. Other people would just say something like I just like vampires whatever.

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