Thread: H.D.E [Detention Centre] (Blissy x November)

For the last fifteen years, Jacob Carlton had walked the main building of Happy Doll Enterprises. Since day one he had dedicated himself to his work no matter the circumstances of his life outside of his job. His job, it had become his life, consumed him for better or worse. He was so sucked into his job that he sometimes forgot that he had a home for his body to attend to, a place to rest and take care of himself. More often than not, Jacob would forget to eat, causing his anaemia to kick in and his body to grow rather weak. It was as if he took care of everything around him more than he had himself. Although, working your ass off at a corporation where all they did was fix and improve other people was almost so stressing that in some way the workers themselves would forget how to tend to their needs. Three meals a day and at least a minimum of eight hours of sleep. There was no such thing in Jacob's world. For him, one meal a day if not, snacking all day and then if the chance to sleep was given it was less than five hours. Somewhere along the line he had grown fond of his natural work ethic and continued to do as he always had. But he did pride himself in what he could do and one thing was for certain, he knew how to check up on the fellow girls of the building. Walking down the main hall, Jacob held a chart out in his hands. He dressed rather neat yet his hair could tell the opposite story. He had natural orange-brown hair that was tied up into a pony tail at the back, hanging down but seemed a bit ill-brushed, bangs that hung on both sides of his face but no the middle and rode no lower than the top of his eyebrows. Although his hair was a bit messy, it did not change the fact that he dressed clean and tidy but there were less perfectionist things about him too. Having black rectangular glasses that sat on his face, a long-sleeved white shirt with black pants, shoes and a belt to match the last was the lab coat to top it all off. There were papers sticking from his lab coat pockets and the tops of pens that anyone could see from afar. With the height of six feet he was still slim yet toned underneath that small layer of clothing. Brown eyes and a frown more than a smile, he truly did seem rather caught up in what he was doing. There had barely been any time in his books to greet anybody. As he heard the greeting ' Good afternoon Mr.Carlton ' at least three times going down the hall, his face had been so stuffed inside of the notes on the clipboard that he didn't know what else to do with himself. There were pages and pages of written down procedures that had been done and all he was trying to do was catch up. There were many other practician like himself, others that worked and did the same things he did. But he had the responsibility of being head of the team. If anyone ever screwed up, he would have to clean up after them. That was one thing that he hated though, cleaning up after someone once they messed up so royally that the thing that broke was practically unfixable. Today however, he was not cleaning up a mess but he was taking on a project that had been going on for quite some time now. One of the largest and yet most dangerous surgeries had been done on one of their girls and of course, he was going to have to check up and ensure the staff as well as himself that everything was going to be all right. At the end of the hall, Jacob shoved his hands inside of his lab pocket and with his other hand, held his clipboard, still reading over the charts and struggling to flip through pages with just one hand, reading all of the important little words aloud to himself in that of a whisper. Unlocking the door with a key card on his key chain, he slipped his keys back into his pocket. The room was silent and all Jacob could think about was how the procedure seemed to go. What if something absolutely terrible went wrong? That would have been the worst of it. Doing eye-surgery as well was something that took time, effort and a lot of team patience something that Jacob himself could not handle. Though he had the patience for his type of work, he could not stand working along side others who crowded over each other and spoke of their nonsensical lives over and over, bragging about riches they didn't have. No matter the team, no team was worth being on. He had other things to attend to. The room was so blank, nothing was in it. They didn't want their precious girls hurting themselves now did they? Technically however, they were not ' girls ' but rather ' dolls '. He just liked to think of them as his girls on a more personal basis, but considering they were not exactly human and were not meant to be like humans... well he was probably taking a few steps backward rather than forward. Good afternoon, Were the first words to escape Jacob's lips as he took a couple steps into the room, his shoes making a sound that would echo off the walls had the padded bits had not lay against the walls. He made his way over to the doll in the middle of the room and took a good yet long look at her, standing in front of her so she could not see herself in the mirror she so much as liked to be looking at. The entire experiment looked great. The body from head to toe, utter perfection. From her hair to her toes, it was beautiful to him. As though he were Dr.Frankenstein and this were his creation. Jacob always found himself lusting and envying a dolls life. It must have been such a great thing, but that was just the sick thoughts that ran through his head. If he were a woman, he probably would have enjoyed being a doll as well. Her breasts were just the right size, maybe a bit larger than that and were covered by one minor strip of cloth. Her hips were wide which made her backside look all that much better but was also hidden by a pair of panties. It was her face that he sort of enjoyed looking at the most and those giant doll lips that stood out like a sore thumb on her body. But the thing he was curious to see, the one thing that he had worried about the most, were her eyes... and yet, in a strange way they worked out to be so nice. Holding his clipboard against his chest, he took out one of many pens from his lab coat pocket and held it in front of her. If she was as amazing as this chart said she was and if her flashing multicoloured eyes were straining perfection, then he would want to see them in action. I want you to look at this pen. You will watch the pen. Your eyes will follow the pen. Do not move your head, only your eyes. Jacob would speak loud and slow, hoping she could hear him no matter what he said. And of course as a follow up, he would move the pen, left to right in a slow motion, watching her eyes to ensure she could move them within time.