The cutest Doll - Lena [hr] Honestly. Honestly really. If she had to have picked a way to go it wouldn't have been...this. Staring death down as time slowed to a crawl. She was vaguely aware of one of her friends shouting something to her, but she couldn't really make it out. She had so much she wanted to do still! Aside from work, she was planning on traveling! Seeing the world! [i]Changing[/i] it! Tall orders really, and maybe it was her own self delusions of grandeur but she was certain she was going to! But really though, how could she be upset or mad? Life always through curveballs at people, it was nothing new. She just didn't expect one that she couldn't defeat to come so early. At least she'd leave behind a pretty corpse as one may say. ---- Slowly, feeling would return. As dulled and slightly distant as it all was. What was she doing? She had gotten that job, right? She had went to go celebrate with some friends afterwards. She vaguely recalled leaving the place, but she couldn't remember anything that happened afterwards. "Chepukha...I haven't gotten black out drunk since I found my fathers vodka stash..." She rolled over on whatever she was laying on, not wanting to open her eyes just yet. Weirdly enough she didn't seem to have anything resembling a hangover for having drank that much. Also, what was with this super uncomfortable mattress? Had she ended up drunk, passed out on the streets and ended up in a jail or something? Probably not, but she couldn't think of where another mattress if this clearly terrible quality would be. "Stas...? Klara...!" No response, just the sound of someone shouting in the distance. Reminded her of a...screeching car tire...? "I LIIIIIVE!" It was just loud enough to at least get her own eyes open and to sit straight up in bed...and for hazy memories to at least, become clear enough to recall what happened. "Ahahah, I knew I was too cute to die! Stas! Klara-where...haaah...?" Her hand waved in front of her. It was...definitely her hand, right? At least, it moved when she told her hand to move, and its delicate, well crafted fingers flexed when she told her fingers to flex. She took one of her 'fingers' and lightly traced her hand along the side and then along the knuckles of her other pointer finger. It was like touching some extremely fine grain, high quality crafted wood with...some sort of odd finish on it that made it smooth, though a bit hard to the touch. "...hm. Well that's odd." Lena slowly looked around the room, and the bed and mattress she seemed to now be sitting on and slid her legs off the side of the bed, once again noticing the fact that her body seemed to no longer be strictly organic in nature. Doubly so, she seemed to be dressed in some sort of frilly, cute outfit. Well, at least whoever dressed her up had excellent taste. There wasn't much else to go on, though, except that voice she heard a little bit earlier. Oh. Right, that. Was someone else here? She could disrobe and intimately inspect her apparently new body later. There may be someone that could help her. Lena briefly looked out the window and frowned, but paid it no mind. Rough neighborhood and wherever she was, it wasn't Russia. "Helllooooo! Priveeeeet!" Lena shouted, heading towards where she had assumed the sound had come from. "Don't worry! I am friend! Especially if you're cute...eh?" As she passed by an open door to the room, she slowed, tilting her head to the side slightly. "...elf?" Oh, those were some cute ears...