standard playtime [open]

[MOE SAITO]

"Well . . . Let's see here. We have Fred." Blue hair bobbed as she focused her bright lime green almost unnatural eye color on the manikin dressed as a woman but had all male body parts---or whatever was male for a manikin. Her attention glossed over a stuffed animal and she proudly pronounced in a giddy voice. "And of course Patricia." Her vivid green eyes swiveled to land on a small doll nearly less than half of what "Fred" was. "And the darling dear of all, Maddison." The nearly insane girl whom was placing the three dolls in awkward positions in her line of view became apparent that this girl was that weird transfer student from Japan whom had a rather unlucky time trying to snag a few natural friends.

She spoke softly to the three and giggled at their silent nonexistent responses. Moe found this place to be very peaceful when no one was around, she was kind of threatening her limited time however, because soon dusk would fall to darkness and the creatures of the underworld dance of love and lust would embark their wild fantasies here. Moe was repulsed by the creepy thought of bodies mingling against one another and the obvious hormones flying across the room and around anyone within an inch radius of their infectious blight.

Just the mere thought of having mongers ravage this area before she could safely exit it and ruin her precious babies would torment her to no end. Who would do such a horrid thing anyway? That thought skimmed across the surface of all the other wild and crazy, mindless thoughts she held within. Only a mad man who wished their death sentence would try and do such a thing---of course no one knew yet what a small little body can do with the power of a surging brain full of demented ideas was capable of . . . yet.

For now she was a few minutes before dusk disappeared from sight, so she was safe at least until the coast was clear and no roaming forms started piling in to crash her little tea party with imaginary friends. Moe cheerfully chatted off Fred's ear as she sipped her coffee flavored soy milk, yes she visits the "asian" market often to fulfill her weakest of desires. Moe sipped happily and content from this box until the last drop slurped up and made a sound that said there were a few licks left, but not enough to keep slurping for.

With that said she looked at her hello kitty watch and noted the time, straw popping out from between her plush lips as she mouthed the words the came next. "Uh-oh, gotta get going." And as if in the flicks, the sound of a rickety door, aged with rust and weather was being plied open, the sound raked her ears loudly and she revved up her engine for "go-time". Grabbing Fred, Patricia, and Maddison, she fled to the shadows and hoped it was only a few so she could zoom past and not even be seen. Or at least not a soul from school, if the school found out she was a weirder weirdo than she really is . . . Well that wouldn't do much, but bruise her ego a little.