The Toy Box 3 (Started)

Jessica and Blue - Tom's House

"Check."

Blue smiles as he slides his rook into place on the chess board. Tom sits back across from him folds his arms behind his head, as if in deep thought.

"The day I let a doll beat me," he drawls as he casually moves his King out of the way, "is the day that I've finally fallen prey to old aged stupidity."

Blue moves another piece and laughs.

"Old aged stupidity? You've fallen prey to that years ago when you decided to make dolls walk and talk," he muses.

"I suppose you're right," Tom laughs. "Checkmate."

"No way!"

"Yes way."

Blue frowns and stands up on the table, his eyes narrowed and a disbelieving scowl on his face.

"I thought I had you that time."

"That would be the day, Blue," Tom sighs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You are, however, getting much better at this game. Have you been practicing?"

Blue opens his mouth to answer, to reveal he'd actually been practicing on the computer, but the sound of something climbing up his chair distracts him and he looks down to find Jessica climbing up onto the table.

"Hello, Jessica," Blue says fondly, holding out a hand to help her up, which she promptly ignores.

"Hello Blue. Hello Mr. Willows." She gives a nod to the man reclining in the chair before straitening up and clutching the plush rabbit in her arms. "The others are waking up now, what do you want me to do?"

"If you could, please, tell them all to meet in the front room, that would be great."

"The games are today," she mutters.

"Yes, they are. We need everyone shipped out by eight o'clock if we want to be on time."

"It is a long ride there," Blue says. Jessica nods in agreement and starts back down, Blue follows behind her.

"Make it quick," Tom calls after them. "You only have thirty minutes. And make sure everyone has their weapons, we don't want another incident like last year."

"Right," Blue calls after a small sigh at remembering last year's situation with a doll missing his weapon, he didn't even last three hours. "I'll remember."

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"Rise and shine everybody," Blue calls happily into the bedroom that houses all the dolls. A chorus of moans and groans rises from the little beds, causing Blue to grin. "It's Toy Box, day, you all should be more excited."

"Excited about dying," one of the beds adds grumpily.

"No, excited about winning! Now get up, slow pokes, and get dressed. Grab your weapons and all else you might need during the game and meet in the front room. Make it quick, we only have thirty minutes to get ready."

Hayden | Tom's house

Hayden had been staring out of the window over looking the grounds, not doing that much apart from doodling in the misty window when Blue called. He was trying to think: What was worse, being flushed down the loo, or being sent away to--

"Rise and shine everybody," called Blue, cheerily.

He didn't need telling that it was time. Trying to avoid Blue or any of the other doll's attention, he slid back into his bed next to the window. His bed was next to that doll with the weird hair - bright blue hair.

He rolled around in his bed as if he was stretching. "Hmph. Excited about dying."

Once Blue left, he grabbed his back pack under the bed and stomped down the stairs into the front room. He sat at the back, which when that Mr. Willows dude returned from the kitchen would barely be able to see him.

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Tom Williams, Willows, Wilson, whatever his stupid name was anyway, for Hayden didn't give much of a damn, was pacing up and down the large, grand room with the yellowish lighting and the large plasma TV screen near the corner. He had an expression on which greatly infuriated him. It was the kind of sweet expression you'd give to babies. So what if they were dolls? They were still 'human'.

Oh of course. He was happy that he'd be sending the dolls to Hell to get massacred or whatever for a laugh. Well. If any doll dared to come near him, they'd lose their noses and Hayden'd have them squeezed to a pulp.

Wilson, or whatever it was, stopped pacing the room and looked up at them all, ready to begin his briefing. Hayden thought that the fact no one sat next to him meant the others knew who to stay well away from.

Until, that was, a doll came to sat next to him.

Lorcan Buckley | Tom's house

I sat down in the last empty seat next to this brown haired guy. He didn't look too happy, then again, who would be happy when they were about to die, and he didn't look like he could last too long. That is what I tried to tell myself. I would die in mortification if I was the first to die. That would be pathetic. But, a girl would die first. All the girl dolls were wimps as far as I was concerned.

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked the guy.

"Hayden, and yours?"

"Lorcan, a bloody silly name for a doll. Don't you think? Nice to meet you Pinocchio." I stuck out my hand to shake his. Hearing the nick name I had chose to give him he glared me down, and when he shook his hand my hand nearly fell off, but I gave him one of my lopsided grins. Man this guy was touchy. He must know how weird his nose looked.

"So, what are your last words going to be when you die first?" he asked with a scowl.

"Oh, I'm just going to thank the lord I wasn't you; you know, because you still have to fight."

"So you're going to die first then?"

"Yup, for sure. I'm going to do it on purpose. I'm pacifistic. I don't believe in fighting."

"Right." he replied obviously annoyed. Great I'd already made one enemy. I was sure good at that. But, if people didn't like me that was there problem, not mine. Until I was calling for help in a battle and no one was willing to save me that is. But my thoughts were interrupted by Tom clearing his throat. God, I hated that guy.

"So, does everyone have their weapons?" This was answered by a chorus of weapons being raised in the air and 'yeses' being droned out.

"Okay, good. Now I've made this team in a special way. That is why we won't lose! If you work together each one of you can be a huge part of the team, even if you don't know it yet you all have specific skills that were programmed into your personalities."

Everyone looked at him slightly puzzled, but everyone was quiet.

"A couple of you will be good leaders, some of you will be amazing fighters, one or two will learn they are good healers, or you may be the clown. It is important that in the game you can laugh at times, or else our homes of winning will fall greatly because depression will hit."

"Well then give us an example Tom." I shouted out.

"Okay, that isn't hard. Blue, is a leader and a good fighter because of his confidence and bravery. He has been in games before and he inspires the other dolls to work harder to win. Ali is one of our fighters. She may not say much, but if you see how controlled she is you will know she will not be flailing about in battle. She'll know what to do. Though Coral is a good fighter as well her loves for plants and animals will help you to find sustenance and medicines on the island. She might not know it now, but she has a way with these things. Befriend her, and you will not die because of something a herb could heal. ... Is that enough for you?"

I nodded yes, though I had really wanted to know what I was good for. I doubted I was good for anything. I looked around at the other dolls who hadn't been named. They seemed to want to know the same thing. I turned back to Tom wondering what pathetic part of his 'welcome to hell' speech would come next.

Trina

Trina got up to Blue's voice. "Rise and shine everybody." She smiled to herself. This was going to be very exciting. She turned and looked that doll who slept in the bed next to hers. "Hmph. Excited about dying." he said. Trina rolled her eyes. "Really optimistic aren't you?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just embracing the main fact of life." he replied. "Well, Mr. Bright-Little-Ray-Of-Sunshine, you could be a little more positive now couldn't you?" Trina said, and without waiting for a reply she turned around.

Rubbing her eyes, she reached for the small, royal blue bag lying next to her bed and hung it on one of her shoulders. She followed the other dolls as they made their way to the front room.

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That dude, Willows was pacing up and down at the front of the room and giving a briefing about the Toy Box. He looked at everyone and gave them a really long speech about everything. It was a little annoying. They weren't children, after all. But she didn't say anything. She looked around, a little bored and noticed a certain doll eyeing her bright blue hair. Her temper rose. So what if she had blue hair? So what if it was too bright? She liked it the way it was and if no one else liked it, well, she honestly didn't give a damn. It was her hair, not anyone else's. It was also unique, not like the other, boring colours of hair that everyone else had. She felt like getting up and punching the doll in the face. But she didn't. She couldn't let her temper take control of her.

Willows finished the briefing and all the dolls got up and marched out. Everyone had a partner and all of them sat in coaches. Everyone except Trina. She looked around and saw that doll whom she had talked to in the morning. She went to the coach and sat down next to him. He looked a little surprised but said nothing.

"Hi again!" she said, holding out a hand to shake. The doll took it, but rather reluctantly. "I'm Trina, by the way. And you are?" she said, after they shook hands. "Hayden." he muttered, loud enough for Trina to hear him. She leaned back and relaxed. This was going to be an interesting experience.

Alia | Tom's house | Leaving.

Blue marched in, telling everyone to hurry up. Alia opened her eyes, and sighed into her blanket. She had covered herself up into a small ball in the corner bed. Alia suddenly felt hands on her back, shaking her. "Yah, you. Wake up, already." Jessica. She remembered her name when she introduced herself to Alia the previous night. "Today's the big day. Get ready, and get downstairs we only got 25 minutes left. And don't forget to take your weapons." Go remind someone who is bound to forget. Rising up, she made her bed, packed her bags, and went downstairs with her several bags hanging from her shoulders.

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He really thinks of us as babies, doesn't he? She thought, as she cocked her head sideways as she listened to Tom. Actually, no, he doesn't. Or else he wouldn't send us to fight for our lives. She tuned out midway through the speech as she looked at all the other dolls, suddenly tuning in again as she heard her name. Or something like it. "Ali-ahh." She corrected Tom, "My name is A-Li-Aaa." He nodded in acknowledgment with a small smile, and she tuned out again. She scanned her eyes left to right, until it settled on the doll with bright blue hair. Her hair! It's too bright! We'll die because her bright hair catches too much attention! Seriously, these dolls! Reaching out into her bag, she pulled out a lemon, and sliced it into half with her Tra'qaz, which hung at her belt. She started sucking at it, and became completely unaware of her surroundings. She looked up when the atmosphere became awkward, and found everyone looking at her in utter disbelief. "Whaut?" She asked, still sucking at her lemon.
"Unbelieveable." A doll to her far left said.
"Anyways," Tom said, breaking the awkwardness of the atmosphere, "let's get going now, then!"

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Everyone had a partner to sit with, so she just sat the the last seat, by herself. She took her Tra'qaz out, and started poking the seat next to her with it, making numerous holes. After a while, she stopped and held her knife with both her hands, and stared admiringly at it. My baby~ Then she felt something. Something that caught her off-guard. This- this- this connection she felt with the Tra'qaz. She quickly took out the other half of the lemon she ate earlier on, and started sucking at it.
"What have you done to the seat?"
Alia looked up to find two doll sitting in front of her, standing on their seats and staring at the seat next to her.

Coral |Tom's House | Leaving.

I had woken up to the noises of giggling and laughing."Checkmate!" I heard Tom saying. I sighed deeply and took out a romantic novel I loved- In case of Love. After dreaming about my prince-charming, I wanted to know more about Love. I made myself comfortable in my soft blanket and started reading. As I read, I heard a voice telling us all to wake up. Blue... I didn't really listen to him and I continued reading. But I soon got irritated. "Arian, stop scratching my hair, please." I said. Arian stopped as soon as said so. I tried talking to Hayden, who was just beside me. "A beautiful day, isn't? We're actually going to fight." I said in a dreamy voice. He looked at me, like I was crazy. He nodded and got up to get ready. What's wrong with him? I got to my knees and started to do my thing. Brushing my hair, Arian helped me with the scarf, and packed my Wring Memo. I suddenly remembered the most loved person in my life. Daddy! Be beside me. Don't go away... I hurried up and left the crowded room.

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Oh no. Everyone had gathered up in the living room with Tom. "You're right in time, Coral. Please join us." he said in a pleasant voice. I didn't exactly 'join' with the other dolls since nobody did actually like me very much. So, I just went to a corner and listened to Tom. I was proud when he spoke my name about being a good fighter and that I could heal someone who got hurt. "Coral. I'm guessing you have taken the herbs with you?" Tom called out to me, staring down at my bags. There were all the things I needed, during the fight. But herbs-- I didn't have them. Every doll was staring at me, waiting for an answer. "Um... Tom, about that. I forgot to pick them up yesterday. May I please go and pick some, now?" I asked Tom. He nodded and I ran out of the room like a tornado. So long to my pride! Arian couldn't catch up with me so, he stayed behind. I went into the small garden outside and started plucking all the flowers and leaves. I decided I would make the herbs when we were on the way to the island. I carefully left them in a small sack and took one last look at the garden, and left.

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I carried all 4 bags on my shoulders with a novel in my hand. I was doing two things at a time-- Reading a novel and looking for a seat. Finally, I found one seat next to Francie. Oh great! Now, I have to sit next to barbie doll. She was a strange looking girl but, I didn't bother introducing myself to her. Arian sat on my hair as usual, covering himself and slept. I took out my herbs and went ahead of making it. Some powder, tiny drops of water, particles of shells and sand, magic of Snowflake Wand, and the juice of the leaves and flowers. Phew! Now on, to the smashing. I mixed and smashed for hours until a doll named Angeline interrupted.

"Hey nature-doll. Will you please, quit doing what you're doing?"

"I'm very sorry. I have to make these herbs in order to help everyo--"

"Yeah. I know. Now, please stop for a while. I'm trying to sleep."

How mean! Are all dolls the same? "To-To" I call Tom, offered to help but I refused. I kept back all the things and went back to reading a fantasy novel. If they all want to die, fine! Keep it that way then! But don't come and ask me again to help you.

Eleanor -- On the Coach

Eleanor arrived at the only remaining available seat to find a girl with black eyes and half a lemon in her mouth looking forwards and backwards between it and the two dolls in front of her, who were staring rather distastefully at the seat. For a moment, she hesitated, staring at the holes in the fabric of the seat. Then she shrugged and moved towards it.

“It doesn’t bother me,” she said. “There’s a possibility that we’ll all be walking straight into the arms of death in almost no time at all, so why should we be so preoccupied with a seat with a few holes in it?” She sat down on it, and the two dolls in front, muttering between themselves, turned around to face away from them again. She turned to the girl sitting next to her.

“I’m Eleanor,” she said. Momentarily, she caught a shadow of her reflection in the coach window the other girl was sitting next to. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a bun – ideal for fighting – and she wore the same gothic black dress as always, clean but slightly tattered and frayed at the edges.

She looked at the other girl expectantly, and she choked on her piece of lemon. A moment later it was in her hand, and she muttered her name to Eleanor. “I’m Alia,” she said.

Eleanor nodded and left it there.

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They were almost there. During the journey, Alia had sliced several more lemons, and once even leaned in far too close to Eleanor with the knife for her liking. When Tom Willows announced that they had barely twenty minutes left to go, Eleanor took out her miniature violin out of her case and began to play.

Within a few moments, most of the entire coach was staring at the seats were Alia and Eleanor sat again.

“Is that a violin? Are you crazy?” someone hissed at her. “At this rate, you’re certainly going to be the first to die. A violin bow isn’t going to protect you, is it?”

“Oh?” Eleanor asked. She drew the violin bow forward and made a long, diagonal slash through the backs of the seats in front of her. The dolls in front began to mutter and squeal again, outraged.

Fortunately, everyone left both of them alone after that.

When Tom Willows announced that they had barely ten minutes left to go, Eleanor turned to Alia, who looked back at her with an almost blank expression on her face.

“I hope you don’t die first,” she sighed. “Compared to the rest of them, you almost seem alright.”

Francie ~ In the Coach

I looked around at all the other dolls. Since we had been woken up by Blue everyone had somewhat gotten to know each other and I'd mostly stayed away from everyone. I wasn't the most outgoing doll, I'd say, so I hadn't spoken at all.

But, I decided I needed to start making friends on this team to be sure that I could trust everyone. I sidled up to the nature/healing doll and decided that she looked nice.

"Hi." I said to her with a smile that resembled my relative, Barbie's.

"Hi."

"I'm Francie." I held out my slightly battered hand for a shake.

"Coral." She shook my hand, hers a stained a bit green with the herbs she was making.

There was a short silence in which she continued packing together herbs as the car jolted along the road.

"So, this is your first Toy Box?"

"Yes."

"Mine too. Where are you from?"

"I've lived with Tom." I could see she held back a little on other information she was going to give me.

"Ok... I'm from the sixties." Why did I say that? I've no idea.

"I can tell." She gave a little smile.

Made a list of the pairs so people know where everyone is sitting

Jessica + Blue Hayden + Trina
Francie + Coral Lorcan + Scary Sarah
Eleanor + Alia Soldier Doll + Angeline

Soldier Doll - On the Coach

Did he want a name? Did a doll that probably wasn't going to survive through the next twenty-four hours really have a use for a name? Soldier Doll didn't think so. He half laughed to himself though as he reached the decision that if he made it through this, his first Toy Box, maybe then he'd pick out a name for himself. At the sound of his laughter, Angeline stirred beside him and shot him a questioning look.

"Private joke," Soldier Doll said with a casual shrug. She turned away again to look out the window. Soldier Doll was learning that Angeline wasn't much of a talker. How did that work? She was a doll and dolls didn't have personalities or names or battles to the death. Everything about this was crazy.

"I wonder what happens to the dead dolls," Soldier doll mused. "Does Tommy Boy stitch them back up good as new and sit them on a shelf for all the good service they've done him? Or do they go in the garbage truck, spare parts and all." Soldier Boy wasn't really too bothered, though he half liked the idea of being set up on a shelf with his head sewed back on crooked and an arm hanging by a thread. It was a romantic sort of picture, wasn't it?

"You shouldn't talk like that about the owner," Angeline cautioned, her head still turned away from him, pressed up against the window. Soldier doll looked across the aisle at the other dolls to see what they thought of it and there were varied exprressions, some unconcerned and others disaproving.

"It would just be nice to know where my carcass is going to be at once I've moved out, so to speak." Soldier Doll made the statement casually. It wasn't like he was going to do much to try and prevent his fate. He was a doll and he shouldn't be walking or talking. It was as simple as that. Of course, he wasn't going to look to get killed but if some barbie came at him with a kitchen knife, he didn't know if he cared enough to defend himself. On the other hand, he wouldn't feel bad for shooting her either. What did life or death matter to a doll?

Blue and Jessica - In the plane

"Okay everybody," Blue called, cheery as ever, "we should be landing soon. Remember, as soon as you set foot on the island the war starts. There might be dolls waiting for us in the bushes, there may not. We tried to get up early to get a head start but you never know what advantage the other teams may have. Just keep a watchful eye."

Blue tightened his grip on his two swords, a wide grin spread across his face. It wasn't that he liked killing particularly, he just loved the thrill of the game. He enjoyed the rush through his body when he was running from his life, the almost peaceful flush of heat on his skin while he battled to the death. Sometimes Blue thought that he was made specifically to fight, just like Jessica.

Said doll was starring at her chainsaw blankly, running a finger over the sharp blades. Her face was clean now but both of them knew it wouldn't be long before she was splattered in the blood that so easily stained her skin. She turned towards Blue then and gave him a questioning look. He just smiled and ruffled her hair a bit before clearing his throat.

"When we get off the plane head straight into the woods, because of the trees it's the safest place to be, you get noticed less easily. We'll need food, water, and shelter, which should be dealt with first. Resources go quick in the Toy Box. One last important thing before I lose you all to my talking too much, dolls aren't the only thing on the island. There are animals, full sized animals, that will come after us. Be prepared for that."

Finally Blue sat back with a sigh and closed his eyes. His heart beat like crazy in his chest and he could feel a sort of weird thundering against his skin. Something soft pressed against his arm and he opened his one good eye. Jessica's rabbit, Pinky, was sitting in his lap. Jess didn't look over but Blue could barely hear her whisper of a voice carrying over the steady hum of the plane's engine.

"Pet Pinky for good luck..."

It was a tradition between the two to pet Jessica's bunny before every battle, Toy Box and underground fights. Blue chuckled and petted the bunny on the head softly before laying back again. It wouldn't be too long before they landed, and Blue was more excited than anything.

Coral | In the Plane

" I can tell. " I gave Francie a little smile.

It was nice talking to Barb--. I mean Francie. She was a good friend, I could tell.

" May I call you Fran? Francie is a little hard to say for me." I said to her.

" Why, sure! " She said with a laugh.

We talked for awhile. Both of us had lots of things in common. My interest grew stronger when I talked to her. I heard Arian trying to get my attention. When I looked at him, he pointed to Lorcan who was siting with us too. So, was Scary Sara. Maybe if I try to talk to them, I could make some friends. That wouldn't hurt. I couldn't mug up the courage to talk to them so, I shut it. I looked around if everyone was awake so, I continued making my herbs and gave it a quick stir before it got spoiled.

"Okay everybody, we should be landing soon. Remember, as soon as you set foot on the island the war starts. There might be dolls waiting for us in the bushes, there may not. We tried to get up early to get a head start but you never know what advantage the other teams may have. Just keep a watchful eye." Blue said happily.

I wish I could be as blissful as Blue. I stared at my torn clothes for awhile. Something was disturbing me badly but, I didn't know what. When I turned to talk to Fran, she was in a conversation with Eleanor. I didn't know what to do now. I looked down at my bag and realized it was open. My Snowflake Wand! I found my Wand slightly broken and crooked. What am I going to do? I tried to hold up my tears but there came the sobs.

" Stop being a baby. What happened? " asked Lorcan in a stern voice.

I was silent. I could barely talk that moment. I needed to get my Wand fixed before the Battle!

" 'Excited about dying' like Hayden said so? " he said.

"No. Because one of my weapons are already down!" I shot him back.

"Wow. Good at spoiling things, aren't you? Never mind. Let me try to help."

I handed him my wand without any warning. What is this dude going to do? Lorcan reached out for his Flamberge and did his magic. Within minutes, it was back to normal. I was really happy so, I promised myself to help him back with something.

"Here you go, nature-doll. " He said with a grin.

"Thank you, so much! I don't know what would happen, if my Wand died off. " I told him, wiping my tears.

He didn't care much. He turned away and was waiting to reach. Helpful but stubborn. I decided I would defend him during the Battle since, he fixed my most powerful weapon. But another idea struck. I silently enchanted a spell on his Flamberge and gave it power. I smiled to myself and kept back my Snowflake Wand.

"We've reached!" cried a doll.

I jumped on my seat and looked to the front. There it is...

Hey there! I'm new here, and I find this SB really interesting. If you don't mind, I'd like to join now, since one spot is left. I'll make a profile for it later today


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Trina | In the plane

Trina sat quietly, staring out of the window and thinking. At first she had been really excited. But now, she just felt afraid and sick. She needed a hug. She wasn't sure if she would be able to do this and the prospect of dying very soon scared her out of her wits. She didn't know what to do. She certainly couldn't and wouldn't leave. Maybe the other dolls didn't need her, but she was going to stay just for them. She didn't wan to act like a heroine, she just cared too much about the other dolls, even though she didn't know any of them.

She opened her bag and took out her gun. It was silver and small, but just perfect for shooting. She twirled it around in her hands for a few minutes and then kept it back inside. She looked around at the two dolls sitting one empty seat to her right. She saw Jessica giving a pink bunny to Blue and watched as he petted it. Trina smiled to herself. It was good to see dolls who were being nice to each other. So far, in the coach and in that Willow dude's home, she'd seen the other dolls just ignoring each other. When they did talk, they were a little nasty or they just mumbled.

The seat next to Trina (which belonged to Hayden), however, was empty. He had gotten down from the coach with her, but then just walked ahead of her and into the plane, and she hadn't seen him since. A little worried about her new found acquaintance, she leaned back into her seat and sighed. She still felt sick.

"We've reached!" Trina immediately jumped up from her seat at hearing these words. She didn't know why she did it. She was still afraid and sick and still needed that hug. This probably wasn't going to be as exciting as she thought it would be.

Francie ~ In the Coach

I talked to Coral for a little while longer until I'd determined her my friend. She was really a very sweet doll and I was glad to speak with her. After I'd gathered up my courage again I started talking with another doll, Eleanor.

We spoke for a while and then I heard Coral let out a few sobs. I watched as she brought out a beautiful wand that I could feel power flowing from. It had a an aura of winter but I could slightly feel all of the basic earthly elements coming from it too; water, air, earth, and fire.

She was holding it gingerly and crying because it seemed to be broken. A doll, Lorcan, leaned over to her and spoke harshly to her and then she gave him the wand. In a few minutes he'd fixed it and she was wiping tears from her eyes.

How did he do that? I wondered.

Suddenly a voice came and announced we were there. Most of the dolls jumped up busily and started readying themselves. At once, the seriousness of the whole thing came to me.
Even though I was a new doll I was considered a rarity since I was from the 60s. I could be destroyed here. I could lose my two new friends, Coral and Eleanor.

Suddenly, I started to rethink everything.

Can I join? I haven't done one of these in a while and I miss them! I know that all the spots are taken, but I hope this is ok!

Spoiler

Name: Kayli (or sometimes Kay)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kay is an American Girl Doll. She has dark brown hair, dark eyes and a dark complection. And she has a pair of black combat boots.

History: Kayli is owned by a nine-year-old rich, spoiled, brat of a girl named Suzy. After the first Toy Box, Suzy became obsessed with doll fighting. She bought a bunch of dolls and played out her own doll wars (The dolls didn't have humanity-chips, Suzy just pretended). When she heard about this years Toy Box, Suzy was determined to have one of her dolls compete. But it was only four days before the game started and it was too late; the dolls and teams were already decided and is was way past the sign up date. But being the brat that she is, Suzy wouldn't have it. She threw a fit, screaming bloody murder and breaking everything in sight. Finally her father payed a bunch of money to a guy to secretly insert a humanity chip in one of Suzy's dolls and ilegally fly it down onto the battle field.
So Kay has only gotten to be alive for a day before she's dropped into the middle of a battle.

Personality: Kayli will never give up. Once she has her mind on something, it's gonna happen.
She's pretty tough chick, but she's not too rough or violent. Her cute London accent makes her sound like a sweet little thing, but she's pretty P.O.ed about her sittuation. I mean she basically woke up in the hospitol and everyones like, "Hi, how are you doing? Here's a cookie. Oh and by the way tomorrow you'll be joining a life or death battle. Have a nice day!"

Weapons: A bow and some arrows. Studded gloves. And she has a smuggled lighter in her boots.

Other: She's nick-named "The rebel" by the media because she was ilegally flown in.

So Kayli's on her own right now but maybe later on she can run into you guys and join the team?