1 A visitor? Or a nuisance? [Kensaku, or Invite][No-Kill] Mon Apr 30, 2018 1:29 pm
Niala
D-rank
Determination is one hell of a motivator.
To say that Niala was determined to complete her puppet was quite the bit of an understatement. Ever since the parts she had been waiting for had come in she had been working around the clock, to the point to where she was barely eating - not that that was new for her, but even still she normally ate more than she currently was - and definitely not sleeping. She was a young woman with a single minded goal: one that she was determined to see completed. She was far too close now, and yet still so far away.
I’m glad they don’t mind, then again, they’re probably just happy I’m not locked in my room.
Her obsession with her puppet had spread quite a lot, in fact, it had happened both in the mental and physical sense. In an effort not to be locked up in her room for days on end while working she had instead moved half of her bedroom to the living room - or rather, all of the pieces to the puppet that she had neatly laid out in some kind of order that made sense to the creator on every flat surface available. At the moment Niala resembled something of a mad scientist: her whitish-pink hair was pulled back in a single ponytail at the top-back of her head to keep it out of her way, and she wore a white thin jacket with a multitude of pockets that were stuffed with tools and parts over top of her typical t-shirt and skirt combination. The only thing that absolutely screamed “Niala” about her at the moment had to be the fact that her long knee-high socks were fun and funky patterns, patterns that didn’t match, with colors that clashed playfully and yet looked cute all at the same time. She had a pair of magnifying goggles over her eyes, making her natural blue eyes look large and almost comical, as she sat on the floor with her back against the couch. She was bent over a smaller piece that she was currently attaching a hinge to with a screw and screwdriver, both of which were very tiny. Her tongue stuck out between the side of her lips in concentration as she worked while ‘It’s Time’ by Imagine Dragons played from the radio next to her softly.
An unwanted visitor?
A knock on the door didn’t even so much as startle Niala as she simply reached above her to flip on the light she had clamped to the table, giving herself better lighting as she bent back over the table and continued working on attaching the small hinge with the even smaller screws. In fact, she didn’t even pause at all until the knock sounded again.
Hanae who was in the kitchen cooking - her plan to tempt Niala with another of her favorite foods - sighed softly at the knock before calling out softly, “Can someone get that, please. I’m wrist deep in fruit right now.”
Looking up from her work Niala gently pushed the table away, unaware for the moment where her father or brother had got to, and stood up with a soft groan - she had been sitting there for well over six hours or so. Making her way around the coffee table and into the foyer she paused at the door, looking through the little peephole - something she had to do by standing on the very tips of her toes due to her small height. Who she saw there caused her hand, which was moving towards the doorknob, to suddenly stop and fall back to her side. She backed away from the door quietly several steps before turning and heading back into the living room - just for the knock to sound on the door once more. Hanae, who had a perfect view of the living room from her place in the kitchen threw a glance back just in time to see Niala sitting down again. “Weren’t you going to answer that?”, she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and concern - it wasn’t like Niala to leave someone standing there and knocking like that.
My own personal stalker. Go me.
Niala shook her head no as she returned to her seat, though she didn’t go back to work. Instead, she sat there on the floor with her back against the couch, and her legs pulled up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her legs and she sighed, staring at her pieces on the table but not really looking at them. In fact, she was mentally counting down the time it would take for the male on the other side of their front door to give up and go away.
Hanae sighed. “Niala, dear. This isn’t like you. Why aren’t you answering the door?”, Hanae spoke, making her way into the living room, ignoring the fact that her gloves were covered in fruit juice.
Niala simply shook her head before sighing. “It’s this weird guy whose been trying to get my attention for a while. He saw me in the market one day and tried chatting with me. Then I started noticing him in the library when I hadn’t before. Now… he’s here.”, Niala explained softly, missing the look on her mother’s face as she kept staring at the table.
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