The Seattle House

[Rossum]

The Seattle House

The Seattle Dollhouse is a tranquil, spa-like environment similar to the ones in LA and Miami. It offers its Actives ideal places to relax, exercise, and be their best.

[VampSlayer]

Linzy Mitchell sat at her desk. A dreadful scratching sound could be heard, coming from her finger-tips. Dr. Mitchell's eyes drifted down, looking at her aweful habit: Scratching the top of her desk with her fingernails. Linzy had had this hobby for years, even doing it on her old tables.

"When did it all start?" She thought to herself. The memory seemed to have slipped away.

A piece of scarlet hair fell infront of her eyes. The matching orbs crossed, both looking at the lock. Her lips tried to make a funnel shape, blowing air upward. The stringy hair was pushed out of her way, leaving only the scratched desk in view.

Linzy arose from her chair a moment later. She knew that she needed to quit ruining her desk. Anything had to keep her occupied at this second.

[TC]

A moment later, the petite Zulu stepped through the wide doors into the physician's office. Her curly read hair was let down, and it flowed just past her collarbone. Zulu was dressed in usual Active attire -- a light red tank-top and dark sweatpants. She flashed the doctor a sweetly shy smile and motioned her head towards her left bicep, which was badly scraped.

"Something cut me."

[VampSlayer]

"Zulu!" The Doctor gasped, frightened by the Active suddenly popping up.

Mitchell returned the girl a friendly grin, and led her over into a better light. Her eyes ran up and down the cut on poor Zulu. She hurried around, heading to a small door in the wall. Mitchell's hands fumbled within the space, looking for the correct object.

"Here!" She said, acting as if she had just won a battle, "Band aids usually tend to help with this kind of situation."

Her legs carried her back over to Zulu. "It isn't a very serious cut, no worries. This will do it justice, you have my word, dear."

Once the band aid was firmly attatched, Mitchell smiled once more. This was her first situation of the day, yet it wasn't a very interesting one. She looked over at her desk; Scratching it seemed more fun than this single cut.

"Zulu," She started, "If you don't mind, I think I'll check you over for any other problems as well."

She turned, and started off once more. "I'll just need to add this visit to your file, real quick! They like everything written down in this place..." Mitchell felt half-tempted to start her scratching again, but had to avoid the urge. She placed her clip board on the desk's surface, and tended to Zulu.

[TC]

Zulu noticed Dr. Mitchell glance longingly at her desk, and then she saw the scratches carved into the surface. Zulu tilted her head at this; she wondered why someone would buy a damaged desk.

The Doctor said a few things about "they." "They like everything written down in this place," Dr. Mitchell had said. Zulu found it curious that everyone seemed to talk about "them," yet she hadn't a clue who "they" were. Quietly pondering this, Zulu drummed her fingers on the side of the examining table, creating a steady beat, and happily allowed Dr. Mitchell to check her over.

Dr. Mitchell is very nice, thought Zulu.

[VampSlayer]

Mitchell helped Zulu up onto the examining table, making sure the child-like Doll wouldn't fall. She carefully rolled the legs of her pants up; The material was very soft. Mitchell didn't touch the fabric often, but it felt native to her skin. The sensation was odd, like she had lost something alone her life...

Linzy felt her eyes roll, trying to get her back on track. She shaped Zulu's legs, tested how her knees were doing. Zulu had had some knee issues a few months back, nothing too bad, but still something.

"Well, girl-ie, you're good to go!" Mitchell felt a bit let down, being left without someone to help.

[TC]

Zulu giggled as Dr. Mitchell rolled up her pant legs; the soft material tickled her legs. She laid back quietly, counting the tiles on the ceiling as Dr. Mitchell felt her legs. Dr. Mitchell is a very good doctor. She must be her best. I try to be my best.

When Zulu glanced back down at the Doctor she noticed something odd -- Dr. Mitchell seemed fixated on her pants. Zulu tilted her head again and smiled.

A few moments later the Doctor announced she was free to go. Zulu hopped off the table and began to walk away, when suddenly she stopped and turned towards the Doctor.

[VampSlayer]

Mitchell turned away, heading back to her sitting chair. There was a silence still lingering in the office. Linzy spun around, her hair flipping around her skull. The sight of Zulu didn't shock her this time.

"Have you found a problem?" She asked quickly, getting her hopes up for an instant.

Mitchell looked into Zulu's face. All Dolls seemed so much alike, yet so different.

((OOC: Sorry, for the shorter post, I wasn't much more sure what to right!))

[TC]

Zulu seemed to consider the question for a minute, juggling between possible answers in her head. Her sweet smile faded, and she looked rather...concerned. Her head held straight, Zulu asked, "Where'd she go?"

[VampSlayer]

"W-What, dear?" Linzy stuttered. She often did this, when she didn't know an answer to something. Mitchell hated feeling useless. She liked being able to answer, help people, just being handy in general.

"Where'd who go?" She asked, in a curious tone. Could Zulu possibly be remembering her engagement?! What should she do now?! Turn her in?! Would that involve The Attic? Mitchell had heard of that place, The Attic. It wasn't suppossed to be a nice place.

[TC]

Zulu's eyes widened and she looked down at the floor. Did I ask something wrong? Zulu figured that the Doctor acting in such a way -- not knowing how to respond -- meant she had done something very, very bad. The Doctor, Zulu had decided, was always her best. Zulu made her not her best -- had she broken her? Zulu was flush with worry, so instead of answering the Doctor's question, she simply hurried out of the room.

[VampSlayer]

Mitchell's eyes followed Zulu as she made her way out of the office.

"Where did 'who' go?" Linzy wondered, still thinking of the question given to her.

"I think she's remembering something... That's not too good, I don't think." She worried.

"I need to keep this on the 'down-low'," Mitchell warned herself, "I should only get Fields involved right now; He can be trusted."

TAG: AARON FIELDS!

[† Ripper †]

Having noticed activity down in Dr. Mitchell's office, Aaron decided to see what was wrong with whatever active had wandered in. Aaron enjoyed knowing what his actives were doing, knowing they were all right gave him a small jolt of excitement.

As he neared Dr. Mitchell's office, he noticed Zulu hurry on past him.

"Hello, Zulu," Aaron greeted with a friendly smile, still making his way towards Dr. Mitchell's office. He would've stopped and had and had a conversation with Zulu but knowing what happened to her and why she went to see Mitchell was worrying him.

Aaron swiftly entered the room, he stood in the center of the office, he kept his posture firm and erect. He knew outward appearance effected the behavior of people, so he lifted his hand up to his already slicked back hair and quickly re-slicked it, and stood there staring at Dr. Mitchell.

"Dr. Mitchell," Aaron greeted, "Is everything alright with Zulu?"

[VampSlayer]

"That's odd..." Mitchell said to herself quietly, "Didn't mean this soon..."

Linzy shook her head quickly, getting herself back into reality. Her eye lids flickered, her mind racing on the thoughts of what to say. She felt her tongue knotting up. Aaron gave off a weird vibe to her, something no one else in the 'House did. Did she like it?

"Oh, um, Zulu; Yes..." She trailed off. "She just had a small cut. Nothing to worry about..." Mitchell's eyes lifted up, looking at her co-worker.

She bit her bottom lip, and took no more time to change her view. Linzy turned on one foot, finally making it to her chair. She plopped down, and fiddled with some papers off to the side.

[† Ripper †]

"Right," Aaron replied, "Okay then...was it from her engagement? I mean, she was just on an engagement to ride bikes with orphans...well, I guess that is the simplest answer."

He stopped talking, realizing he was just talking to himself.

"She probably just fell," He paused, "That's all then, I suppose Dr. Mitchell. Thank you."

Aaron quickly exited the room and walked casually onto the main floor to examine the activities of the Dolls.