It's a boy's life

Random photos of the Pureneemo and MSD boys.

We kick off with Loki and Ansel. I forgot to take a photo of Cyril so sadly, he misses out on this post. Ansel (the one with the glasses) is a new boy. I bought him from my friend at our last meet. He is the Detective Boys II Aoto with dark brown hair and green eyes.

Initially, I had bought Ansel to replace Loki (my Alice's Tea Party Aoto) but once I photographed them together and stuck the glasses on Ansel, I decided these two make perfect twins. I will dress Ansel a little more formally when I can decide what I want for him. It seems Azone aren't big on releasing clothing for the XS boys sadly.

Next up are my three MSD boys, Charlie, Jamal and Vincent. I'm still largely trying to figure out Jamal's character so he is a work in progress. I got his new wig from my friend and it's perfect for what I wanted for him.

Charlie and Vincent's story kind of wrote itself back when I had a strong vision of Charlie waking up beside some train tracks with no memory but his name and a strange tugging that leads him to a library in the small town of Thornton's Gap and Vincent. A conversation follows between the two of them in which Vincent realises that he's actually not talking to a living person but a ghost.That's when Vincent finally, truly believes everything his grandmother had told him about their family's heritage and responsibility.

I have a specific outfit in mind for Charlie but I just haven't been able to get it yet. Maybe one day. At the moment, he's rocking a temporary look.

 And then there's Jamal. The only BJD I purchased this year (from my friend). I have to admit, I do freak out a little whenever I have him out because this particular tan colour and doll in this colour is no longer made so I'm always aware that if he gets broken, I'm pretty much stuck for replacement parts. This is also why he tends to sit in the display cabinet quite a bit and you don't really see as many photos of him. I'm careful with all my dolls but special care is taken for this one.

 He's really quite beautiful and this wig really finishes off the way I saw him in my head.

And just an extra one because I just couldn't help myself.

I decided this is the younger version of the older Jamal I once owned. It's been a while now and most people wouldn't have seen the story of the older Jamal (this is going a few years back now). When I first introduce the older Jamal, he's a broken man who has been taken in by a woman called Najara. He's trying to turn his life around but escaping his past is proving much harder than he thought. It would be interesting to see how he was before this period of his life happened.

**Najara was an RS Chun and Older Jamal was an RS Gang. I no longer own these dolls but snapped these photos for this excerpt in 2011.


~ E X C E R P T ~

They're at a stand-off, neither of them wanting to give in.

"I can't save you if you don't want to be saved." Najara says bluntly. She's been patient these past few months, never asking questions, never wanting explanations for why he comes home with blood on his shirt or bruises on his face. She doesn't mention that he wakes the house with his screams or that she's caught him sleepwalking, a gun in his hands and a snarl on his face. 

Today she knows it's time. It's been three days since his return from whatever place he disappeared to. His nightmares are worse than they've ever been. This time, he has come close to causing harm, right here, in her domain.

"I know you weren't aware that it was Zeke. You were dreaming, that's all. But it's time to tell me what's going on. Time to help you and maybe stop these nightmares and the sleepwalking."
"Maybe it's time for me to move on." Jamal says instead, avoiding her eyes.
She stiffles an exasperated sigh. "That's not what I'm saying and you know it. You don't always have to be alone in the world Jamal. I know you think you do, I know you believe it's some punishment meted out by the Divine but it's not."

He remains silent, unmoving. Even his eyes hold no clues to what he's thinking. 
He's like a dead man walking. She thinks to herself.

She reaches out and makes contact with his hands. He flinches and begins to pull away.
"Don't." she says gently. "It isn't going to hurt you. It's just hands, touching. See." she turns over his hands. A flickr of pain crosses his face.
"You saw her again didn't you?"
He lets out a shaky breath. "I needed to be near her."
"It's not healthy for you to go to her grave so much."
"She was my everything. And because of me, she's dead."

"Stop blaming yourself for everything. The universe isn't out to get you."
She glances at the half empty beer can in his hand.
"Don't drown your sorrows too much. You can come to me for anything Jamal." she rises and walks back inside feeling his eyes on her.  

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