It was late in the day, the sun was making its slow descent past the horizon, and little girls in school uniforms rushed to finish their assigned duties in order to make it to the relative safety of the dorms . The teachers could care less though, they barked on orders for the students on their own time, and this holds especially true for the gym teacher, who would fit nicely in a military boot camp as one of the drill sergeants. It was the end of the last PE class for the day, and today, she was teaching volleyball to a small group of SHS students.

"Skadster!!" She called towards the white haired girl in lieu of her hard to pronounce last name. "I want the volleyballs in gym supply before you hit the showers, is that clear?! If I see one stray ball out of place, You're getting detention for misconduct!"

Her other classmates were quick to step into the locker room to avoid their teachers attention. The teacher, on the other hand, went elsewhere, but not before warning Aurora of her return for inspection. The task was tedious indeed, as the balls were completely spread out over the gym proper, around 12 in total. Luckily a basket was handy, all that was needed was some elbow grease and some fancy footwork.

Aurora starts when the 'gym sergeant' as the students referred to her called out what passes for her name, and she quickly stands up straight. She sighs a bit, but doesn't bother trying to correct the teacher about her name. It hasn't helped yet.

"Yes, Miss." she says in her calm, soft tone - closing her eyes for a moment to keep her temper, and the storm, in check. She stands there in her tight white t-shirt, and the tiny gym shorts that are the school's gym uniform, as the teacher leaves and the rest of the students leave.

Only then does she start to go around and pick up all the volleyballs and put them into the basket she drags around the gym. It really doesn't take too long - although some of the balls are a bit difficult to find as they have fallen behind other equipment - but the job is finished.

Wearily Aurora rolls the basket into the gym supply room, and she's just about to set the basket in place and leave, when one wheel of the basket breaks, causing the cart to fall over, and the balls start to roll and bounce around the supply room.

Aurora curses loudly and quite descriptively - fortunately she does so in Norwegian so no one could understand her - and with a bit of frustration she starts searching around the supply closet trying to gather all of the balls back again.

The little white spheres bounced all over the place, knocking a thing here, overturning something there, quite a mess such a thing as a broken wheel can cause. quite a mess indeed, and quite a while to put in order as well.

One by one the balls were found and placed back in the basket, and the mess they made fixed before any demerits could be given, down to the last ball which had so stubbornly bounced towards a more cluttered section of the supply room. Retrieving the thing was quite easy enough, but there was something in the room that didn't quite fit in.

A Silk Kimono.

A floral print, royal silk kimono, mounted on what looked like a mannequin, a very beautiful mannequin, so well crafted that it almost looked human. Someone would have to be extremely paranoid to hide this here, but you couldnt blame them, the Kimono itself was oh so pretty, not to mention the mannequin looked to have a precious stone adorning the middle of its chest.

Aurora stops and pauses as she picks up the last of the balls, and notices the mannequin.

"What is this doing here?" she asks herself, as she steps towards the dummy. "This probably belongs in the theater storage room, not here. I should probably tell the teacher and make sure she knows this is back here."

Still, the kimono and the mannequin are both beautiful, and then there is the gem stone as well. Who would put a gem on a mannequin? Jewelery sure.. but as part of the dummy?

Curiosity gets the better of Aurora, and she reaches out to run her fingers down the edge of the kimono, feeling the cool, soft texture of the silk. "Beautiful" she whispers softly at the sensual texture of the fabric.

"Why thank you."

The wooden figures hand moved in flash, grasping the students wrist in one smooth motion. "I do try to keep it nice and clean..." it said again, its eyes opening with a loud clack as the eyelids drew backwards, revealing a pair of blood red pupils staring back at the student.

The sound of metal clanking began to emanate from the thing as its joints started to flex, gears winding and engaging as the doll stretched out, as if waking from a long rest, its hand keeping a firm grip on the girls wrist.

"Your not so bad yourself, and just in time too, I was getting a bit bored waiting for the sun to set..."

It put its free hand on its hips, taking up a nonchalant pose as it looked up and down the students body, "You look so cute in that PE outfit miss...?"

Aurora gasps in fear as the mannequin speaks to her, and then squeals as it suddenly grabs her wrist. Desperately she tries to pull free, yanking on her arm with surprising strength, but not enough to break free from the doll.

Her eyes are wide as the dummy stares at her with those blood red eyes, and she shakes her head frantically as her attempt to flee grows more frantic. "Let me go! Oh Goddess, Let me go!!" she screams helplessly, even as the mannequin controls her with almost casual effort.



Aurora is panting by now from her efforts to get free, and between gym class, and her exertions against the doll, the tight little shirt of her uniform clings to her sweat-slicked body, emphasizing her curves with each heaving breath. "Skadhisystir .. Aurora.. Skadhisystir"