Gal's Night {Faline}
Sept 17, 2017 21:10:12 GMT -5
Post by Jessie on Sept 17, 2017 21:10:12 GMT -5
Well, Jessie had hit the conundrum and problem of pretty much every toy. Being left behind where you didn't belong due to play. Ideally never too far so that you couldn't get back, and it of course hardly mattered, since it wasn't Bonnie who had left her. The cowgirl doll just prepared to stand once the coast was clear, it didn't matter how many times she was told of the difference of being here, or how many children actually caught her, that idea of not being found out was hard to shake and Jessie still tried to keep a low profile and not let too many know she moved and talked.
Toys took joy in helping children, even when they were doing a sort of temporary good at it, such as Jessie did, placing herself in the line of encounter of children of the park so they could play a quick game (as it always turned before parents distracted or reminded how she wasn't there's and placed her in some lost and found bin) and she could spread joy. It was what the whole park did after all, wasn't it?
Night had fallen along one of the more wooden spots of the park, though it was all set up and half fake, Jessie knew. Or the statues were. They didn't not move or react no mater how much she tried, like other toys here, and Jessie was still trying to figure out the difference. With night her cover was more secure, though and she stood from the bushes she had ended up in when some little girl's older brother had decided trying to fly was a better game. Walking back over to the path, Jessie brushed and plucked leaves from herself. Another good day's play, annoying, uncreative boy aside.
Toys took joy in helping children, even when they were doing a sort of temporary good at it, such as Jessie did, placing herself in the line of encounter of children of the park so they could play a quick game (as it always turned before parents distracted or reminded how she wasn't there's and placed her in some lost and found bin) and she could spread joy. It was what the whole park did after all, wasn't it?
Night had fallen along one of the more wooden spots of the park, though it was all set up and half fake, Jessie knew. Or the statues were. They didn't not move or react no mater how much she tried, like other toys here, and Jessie was still trying to figure out the difference. With night her cover was more secure, though and she stood from the bushes she had ended up in when some little girl's older brother had decided trying to fly was a better game. Walking back over to the path, Jessie brushed and plucked leaves from herself. Another good day's play, annoying, uncreative boy aside.