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Gentle 'clicks' echoed down the hall as a little doll walked with grace in her steps. Both hands were folded, clasped politely with no intention to raise them until she reached the Director's office. Excited was an emotion, though it was hard to describe that as what she was feeling at the moment. There were multiple things that circulated her mind, wrapping around her skull in a crown of overwhelming thorns that pricked the skin of her thoughts and enveloped her in... An undefinable state. But nonetheless it didn't seem to matter, she was here now, she was but a wanderer in the midst of something unfamiliar. It was her unyielding request that granted the little doll access into missions, although it kept her distanced from things she wanted to examine.

Essie stepped through the doors and dipped her frame downwards in greeting to those who remained present. Her fingers gently brushed against her curled locks, removing any obstructions that fringed her porcelain features awkwardly. [i]'My name is,'[/i] she began to gesture her introduction, [i]'E-S-S-I-E. It is a pleasure to meet you.'[/i]

She was petite in stature, her porcelain worn with a matted texture and watered stains near her ball joints. Unsurprisingly the little doll was fitted in clothes most suitable for vintage toys; delicate blue frills and all.