Ningyou Hime-san's Room

[Hime Ningyou]

Hime walked into her new home for the next... however long she was going to be here. It was nothing like home but she knew there was little she could do about it now -- she was already here!
She sat her carry-on bag on her cot and sat down next to it, inspecting the rest of the room. On the inside, the place appeared to be slightly larger than the other rooms she had passed on the way here. She could only figure that her parents must have paid a bit more money than the other tenants but she didn't know for certain. In the corner by her desk was a stack of boxes that had been sent over before her arrival and it wasn't long before they started to vibrate. All she could imagine was the tower gyrating so much that it was going to topple over! Kind of like that one game.... What was it called? Jen-something?
She quickly rose from her cot and rushed over to her belongings, carefully unstacking them and cutting open the tape on top.
One by one, little heads began to peek over the lips of the cardboard and gaze around the room with disgust. "<I know, I don't like it much either.>" Hime said with a slight grimace. "<Well, come on! Let's get you all situated someplace...>" She said looking around before finding a bare wall that she felt would display her little ones nicely and pointed. The dolls immediately climbed out of storage and made their way over to where she had pointed, forming nice rows in which they had been accustomed to back home. She smiled and then gingerly placed the doll in her hands onto her pillow.
She was light-gray in color, cracked and missing chips of her porcelain skin. She had long black hair with a similar hairstyle as Hime, only reversed. Her left eye was completely white which contrasted the dark brown iris of the right one. Her dress was about the only thing that looked nice on her.
Her eye shifted to follow Hime as she made her way around the room, inspecting it's many imperfections. Moving her eye was about the only thing she could do, unlike the other dolls in Hime's collection. Well, that and speak.
Finally, Hime plopped herself back onto the cot and delicately brought the disheveled doll back into her arms. "<Well, Hana-chan... I suppose it could always be worse...>" Hime said, sighing as she planted a small kiss atop the dolls head before reaching in the pocket of her dress for her comb.
"<Remember what mother always said.>" Said the doll, her voice echoed with a scratchy eerie-ness to it, "<Don't count the skins of tanukis which have not yet been caught.>"
Hime paused, a deep look of thought on her face. "<You know, I never understood mother's proverbs..>" She chuckled, completely disregarding it all together.

[Hime Ningyou]

"Ughh..." Hime groaned, still sitting on her cot with her legs swinging in an alternating fashion. She was rather short, so her feet didn't quite reach the floor. Occasionally you would hear a slight tap sound from when her shoe managed to hit the concrete -- and that was the only sound she heard all night.
Hime never slept often. It wasn't entirely necessary for her but once in a while she would just to take up time. Very rarely was she ever tired.
"<It's finally morning.. you know, I don't remember hearing or seeing anyone all night.>" She stated, looking down at Hana who was laying on her pillow. "<Quite a peculiar place, wouldn't you say?>"
Hana's eye rolled in her direction. "<Maybe people aren't very social here.>" She said with a voice that sounded as if it were being played from a vinyl record going in reverse.
Hime scrunched her eyebrows together and puffed out her cheeks a bit. "<Why would they send me to such a boring place!? There's nothing wrong with me!>" She whined, quickly looking away and then back to the doll. "<Why won't they believe me? I'm their daughter! They're supposed to love and cherish me... instead they've cast me aside like some sort of sick mutt.>"
"<Don't talk like that.>"
"<And why not?>" She paused, thinking a bit.
"<Ju-ju, if they didn't love you, they wouldn't have cared enough to have you put here in the first place. Your.. condition.. isn't exactly 'normal'... and a bit hard to believe to people like them. This is the only thing they can think of to help you!>"
The room fell silent. Hime slowly looked down at her swinging feet and sighed. She hated when Hana was right. That happened to be an often occurrence. She then hopped off the cot and to her feet.
"<Well, then! I'm not going to sit here and wait for people to come to me!>" She said, grabbing the decrepit doll from her bed. "<Besides, it will give me a chance to practice my English in an immersed setting.>" She said, running to her dresser and pulling out a nice dress.
After a couple of hours devoted to making herself look nice, she then made her way towards the hallway, Hana limp in her arms. She stopped right before the exit, taking a deep breath. "Herro... <No.. that's wrong.>" She said, clearing her throat. "L-L-L-L-L... Heh-L-L-o. Hell-o... Hello. Hello. Hello!" She smiled. It sounded good to her. "Okay!"
"<Good Luck, Hime-chan! Have a Good Day!>" Said the choir of dolls in unison.
She turned towards them, held up her hand. Her pinky and ring finger were curled, making a 3-finger peace sign as she winked. "<I will do my best!>" She exclaimed as she stepped into the hall, the dolls cheering fading behind her into the darkness of the room.
"<GO! FIGHT! WIN! GO! FIGHT! WIN! GO! FIGHT! WIN!>"

[Hime Ningyou]

Hime drudged back into her room and sat on her cot in disappointment. Her dolls in the corner all began to open their eyes one by one, their life force returning to them slowly.
"<Welcome back, Hime-chan!>" they greeted cheerfully as they stretched, as if waking up from a long nap. One of the dolls stood up and walked over to a small tray on the desk. She picked it up and carried it to Hime. "<Someone came in and left this on your desk!>" she exclaimed, holding it out.
Hime twisted her mouth to the side as she looked at the contents on the tray, a bit puzzled. She slowly picked up the items and held them in her hands delicately. This was the first sign of life she had seen all day. In her left hand was a small plastic cup with a few pills in it. In her right hand was a folded piece of paper. The pills didn't appeal to her so much, so she set the cup back on the tray and carefully unfolded the piece of paper. She scowled "<Great. It's in English.>" She sighed, attempting to decipher it.
The note said:

Hime Ningyou,
You have been given a new doctor for your personal use of medication and treatment. Please go to office Room 101B, Gordon Mornshaw. Thank you.
-Head Staff-

She slowly sounded out each piece of the note until she recognized a few words. "<Alright...> You... new doctor.... Room 101B. San-kyuu." She nodded to herself, she was pretty sure she understood it well enough. "<Ok, so I have a new doctor in Room 101B... This must be his name..>" She said, trying to sound out the doctors name. "Goh-rr... doh-n.... Morn... shh-ah-w...." She twisted her mouth again and scrunched her eyebrows slightly. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Gore... doh-n.... Morn-shhh ah-w."
"<It says:> Gordon Mornshaw." Hana said, rolling her eye to look at her sister.
Hime blushed a bit then coughed slightly, "<I knew that.>" She folded the paper back and placed it in her pocket. She then picked up the cup of pills and poured its contents into her other pocket. She then patted both pockets and stood up, twirling around a bit. "<Maybe if I go to Room 101B, I will find people!>" She said, hope in her voice. She held Hana tightly as she glided back out the door.
"<Good Luck, Hime-chan!! GO! FIGHT! WIN!>" The dolls cheered once again as she left the room once more.