| ~Chapter 3: revival~ The dust had twirled around in the ballroom. It was now settled on the ground again. The two dolls lie on the floor, covered with dust. The boy moved his head and coughed. He raised his head to see the girl. 'Celine, Celine!' She trembled, groaned and slowly moved her fingers. When she tried to raise her head she coughed heavily and turned herself on her back. There she coughed some more until she sat up and inhaled deeply. 'Jack.' That's all she could say for the moment. She coughed again to regain speech. 'Jack what happened?' Jack looked around the room. When he turned around he saw the music box. He let himself fall to the ground again. 'No. The marionette-man has done it again.' He buried his head in his hands and screamed. Celine ran up to him and let herself fall to the ground. She wrapped her arms around Jack and hugged him. A tear streamed from her face. 'It's going to be all right. At least we are safe.' She now turned around to face the new dolls. 'Times must have changed. They wear strange clothes. I wonder how long we have been up there.' She then looked down at her own clothes. 'This isn't really fashionable either.' She inspected the new dolls again. The man had the strangest outfit she'd ever seen, like a top that protected his chest. His hair was strangely spiked up. Celine climbed up the box and touched his hair. 'Weird. How can hair be so soft if you don't use gel?' Jack looked at the masculine figure on the box. 'Does it matter? He's doomed.' 'No he's not and neither is she.' She turned around to face the female doll. 'Whatever the time is we are in now, they must have a solution to spells. I bet somebody found a great counter curse.' She looked at the woman. Her clothes were quite to her liking. They weren't normal since she wore trousers but still they made her look more powerful. 'I want her clothes' Celine undressed the woman and dressed her with the dolly clothes. When she finished pulling the T-shirt over her head she sighed. 'They fit me wonderfully.' She looked down at her new outfit and noticed a label on the jeans. 'Capsule Corp. again? That name is written on all of her clothes. What does it mean?' Jack shrugged 'Corp. means corporation maybe she works at a corporation called capsule or something.' He said in a sad voice. 'If we were to go to this corporation, maybe we'd find out what we can do about this. And who they are.' Jack obviously saw hope and his face lit up. 'Is there an address on it?' Celine frowned. 'No. But we can ask the people outside.' She slightly raised her arm towards the window. 'So get dressed and we can go.' 'And wear that?' With a raised eyebrow he looked at the man's clothes. 'It may be strange for you but obviously the people nowadays wear such things.' Jack sighed, climbed on the music box and reluctantly started undressing the man. After he took of his spandex suit, he looked horrified at Celine. 'He's totally naked underneath...' She laughed. 'Does it truly matter? You have seen a male body before. You are a man yourself. You do know that?' Again reluctantly, he undressed himself and pulled his new outfit on. After dressing himself, he dressed up the man with his old dolly clothes. 'What are we going to do with our faces?' Jack said while he looked at the white streak on his hand, which he just rubbed over his head. She looked at his face and giggled. 'You are right. Let's find some water and clean ourselves.' <<-- -->> |