Eerie hobbies (complete solo log)
WHO: Muraki (medico_male)
WHAT: He think Rhode would make a pretty doll
WHERE: Muraki's apartment
WHEN: The morning after he taught Rhode to dismember
Porcelain dolls could not be changed. Their eyes and expressions were set in stone until the day they broke. Muraki still had his mother's collection of them, but he'd taken a liking for newer resin models. There were infinitely more choices and they could always be customized to look different from the others of the same model. He kept a collection of parts for them in careful organized boxes for days like this, when he wanted to turn a special person into a special doll he could dress up, pose, and play with whenever the desire struck him.
Rhode struck him as such a person.
He set the doll's body aside for the moment, found a head, turned on bright overhead lights, grabbed paints and brushes, and began the delicate work on her face. First, a slight nick of an Xacto knife into the corner of resin eyelids to widen them a little. The doctor's skilled hands easily airbrushed on blush and a light touch of eyeshadow, painted on lipstick, and make eyeliner appear with a stroke of his brush. Dolls and surgery both required delicate, precise motions. But unlike a patient, a mistake here could be corrected with time and sandpaper. Finally, he sprayed on a barely shiny topcoat to protect it from smudging.
As it all dried, he stuck the head on one of his fingers and held up various eyes to find just the right color of blue. None of them seemed quite right, but he would make do with what he had and order a new pair later. The glass eyes rested on the table eerily, lifelessly looking at the ceiling. A suitable wig took far less time to find, and as soon as the doll head felt dry enough, the wig was easily secured on and eyes were glued in.
With that done, and the resemblence to Rhode already startling, he picked up the doll body and looked for clothing that would suit his ideal version of the girl. Muraki ran his fingers over small elegant dresses and opted for a white, short-sleeved silk one with lace around the cuffs and bottom hem. It reminded him of a child's First Communion gown. Perfect. But first, he pulled little white panties onto the doll, then added stockings before he pulled on the dress and completed the outfit with patent-leather shoes, also white. As beautiful and innocent as the doll seemed, even without head attached to body, it needed to be defiled. Rhode was not innocent when she worked with him.
The dark red paint he pulled out next looked amazingly like blood. With his fingers and the tip of a paintbrush, he spattered it all over the dress, the doll's arms, and smeared a little on her face and in her hair. And before it got the chance to begin trying, he joined head to body and stood her up, letting the doll rest against a shelf. Once he came home tonight, he would decide whether to move her to his bedroom or wrap it up and give it to her as a present at some point.
WHAT: He think Rhode would make a pretty doll
WHERE: Muraki's apartment
WHEN: The morning after he taught Rhode to dismember
Porcelain dolls could not be changed. Their eyes and expressions were set in stone until the day they broke. Muraki still had his mother's collection of them, but he'd taken a liking for newer resin models. There were infinitely more choices and they could always be customized to look different from the others of the same model. He kept a collection of parts for them in careful organized boxes for days like this, when he wanted to turn a special person into a special doll he could dress up, pose, and play with whenever the desire struck him.
Rhode struck him as such a person.
He set the doll's body aside for the moment, found a head, turned on bright overhead lights, grabbed paints and brushes, and began the delicate work on her face. First, a slight nick of an Xacto knife into the corner of resin eyelids to widen them a little. The doctor's skilled hands easily airbrushed on blush and a light touch of eyeshadow, painted on lipstick, and make eyeliner appear with a stroke of his brush. Dolls and surgery both required delicate, precise motions. But unlike a patient, a mistake here could be corrected with time and sandpaper. Finally, he sprayed on a barely shiny topcoat to protect it from smudging.
As it all dried, he stuck the head on one of his fingers and held up various eyes to find just the right color of blue. None of them seemed quite right, but he would make do with what he had and order a new pair later. The glass eyes rested on the table eerily, lifelessly looking at the ceiling. A suitable wig took far less time to find, and as soon as the doll head felt dry enough, the wig was easily secured on and eyes were glued in.
With that done, and the resemblence to Rhode already startling, he picked up the doll body and looked for clothing that would suit his ideal version of the girl. Muraki ran his fingers over small elegant dresses and opted for a white, short-sleeved silk one with lace around the cuffs and bottom hem. It reminded him of a child's First Communion gown. Perfect. But first, he pulled little white panties onto the doll, then added stockings before he pulled on the dress and completed the outfit with patent-leather shoes, also white. As beautiful and innocent as the doll seemed, even without head attached to body, it needed to be defiled. Rhode was not innocent when she worked with him.
The dark red paint he pulled out next looked amazingly like blood. With his fingers and the tip of a paintbrush, he spattered it all over the dress, the doll's arms, and smeared a little on her face and in her hair. And before it got the chance to begin trying, he joined head to body and stood her up, letting the doll rest against a shelf. Once he came home tonight, he would decide whether to move her to his bedroom or wrap it up and give it to her as a present at some point.