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The ideal vessels of life are those created without the intentions of supporting such purpose; specifically, mannequins. What I mean to say, is that a mannequin that is blessed with life is generally one with more purpose in it's existence over any living being that happens to be birthed. Where as living beings are generally given life as a birth right, the mannequin's sole purpose is to, essentially, model the shape of a being as to show the appearance of a style based on such shape. Or, if you're the type to carry conversations with yourself, you could use the mannequin as a companion. The idea that a...puppet of sorts...could walk freely with it's own emotions, ideals, and opinions on cats is perplexing on it's own in theory, let alone in practice. That being said, there is one such example in the Clockwork Cities, and he happens to be a popular friend to many citizens.

Young Look has a charming personality, despite not being able to speak vocally due to the lack of a mouth. His “creator” was not cruel in such intentions; it's quite possible that the idea of Look being blessed with such life had not been foreseen. What was foreseen was the purpose of studying the human form, into which he was designed by hand, rather than machine. The only essential details to note persist to his height (or lack thereof), as wells as that one eye happens to be slightly larger than the other. Upon his chest is painted a red heart, of which is used to identify who he is. That, and the whole walking mannequin thing is also a clear clue.
Not only is Look a being of self-awareness of action, but he also has his own...interests. He's quite the curious fellow, which is healthy for a being that normally shouldn't need to be aware of his health. Unfortunate for Look, his curiosity leads him to roam off into many interesting locations, into which scares his master from such disappearances. I use the term “master” lightly, as Look is not owned as an object, but merely befriended by the one who created him. If anything, it could be said Look is a master of many things; time included, as he is unable to age, which is both a blessing and a curse, as time will show in the far future in a fit of revenge for being controlled, even if unintentionally.
What makes Look so intriguing is that he's able to express his thoughts and emotions without the use of a mouth. When it comes to body language and action, he's quite expressive for one without many core features. The idea that he maintains friendships over such time spans without giving one a call now and then is a sure sign that he's certainly someone who has an aura of friendliness about him. The only downside to this is that it just so happens that, apparently, living beings must eat; and in order to eat, one must have a mouth, of which is also used for MANY uses, such as the following: speaking, sighing, breathing, whistling, singing, yelling at cats, flossing your teeth, sticking your tongue out, piercing your tongue out, making funny voices, screaming at cats, kissing, applying excess amounts of lipstick, and most importantly, telling a cat to get out of the washroom while you're in there.

Look, in this case, is one of the only beings within the cities that has no form of mouth to him. While one might suggest merely drawing a mouth on, it's been noted that a tall wolf of salt-&-pepper fur colorings had detailed, essentially, the limitations of such a gift. While he may be given life, he is restrict to what he was given at the time of conception...in this case, conception of existence within the wooden body itself. Any alterations by paint would merely act as what would happen if one were to run up to you and start throwing paint buckets into your face, as wells as writing “Stevenson was here” down your leg. The idea of carving a mouth is about as pleasant as slicing your cheeks wide open and cutting each tooth to add a new row; one cannot carve the face without a medical degree and a good purpose.
While living without a mouth has not proven to be a challenge for Look, it does beg to question that some are worried for our little friend; it's quite possible he feels out of place. Everyone has an imperfection that they can share with someone else, which makes the imperfection feel like partial perfection; one cannot be perfected despite the desires of perfection being there. This statement makes perfect sense in it's entirety, which is why it was written with perfection; if you feel this is false, you are quite definitely imperfect, instead of merely unperfect.
With no noted being sharing such an imperfection coming to mind, it was a persistent issue for us, as we felt that Look could use such similar companionship. We tried many things; we attempted giving another mannequin life, but merely made a scratching post for a cat. We attempted a mime, but Look made the Mime look, who soon off'd himself using a water pistol with a silencer at the end. We even pooled money in for a trip to the plastic surgeon, who took his time to slap each and everyone one of us; he's a plastic surgeon, not a wood surgeon. Just as we had began to give up on finding someone for Look, it seemed he found the companion himself; but in reality, we ponder if he couldn't have found a much worse choice...

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The center of the Clockwork Cities happens to be the busiest district; this is the area in which every time period meets, flooding out people of curiosity who had taken extensive tolls to find a new land of excitement and study. While no housing is found in the district, there is a massive park in the exact center of the station; all generously donated by Avidity, and toiled on by an outstanding amount of workers, whose numbers raise up close to the total of Stevenson alone. Each bush is designed to flare out the beauty of rabbits, which Avidity was quoted to saying “These are by, no means, poised off of me, but-I didn't say I was done eating that! ...they were merely shaped off of the ideal race- I mean...animal, in the wild kingdom of domestic pets.”
While the park is clearly designed to show off the wealth of the top three richest beings (I say top three based on his size), there is no denying that the spot is beautiful and well-lit for strolls through the park during the day and night alike. The flowers are always lively, the park is litter-free, and there's enough room for the younger kids to play while adults trade off goods from different time periods, all of which are taxed for Avidity's profit. With such cheeriness about, there's no doubt as to why Look would venture off into the park, considering it had just been re-opened.
In truth, the location had once been rumored an industrial waste park, in which travelers would be forced to wear gas masks and hazardous suits just to pass between trains. The land appeared dead and hopeless, while the sky itself appeared as if the sun had forsaken it's existence to such gloominess. The only notes of living beings had been wild Prawks, and rumors of a shadow in the shape of a man with a top hat, sitting upon a bench, never moving. This, however, is merely rumored, as the lands were encased in a massive shell of metal for many years with no means of peering inside.
Regardless of what it was, the center now serves as a rest and play spot for the citizens, and profit for the tradesmen whom of which use the cheery weather to sucker their customers in to accepting more deals. While not overly fascinating for most, the curiosity of a new district opened had been more than enough to grab Look's attention, who made his way to the park during the lunch period of the day, in which the park had been dead quiet. A law had been set out, in which anyone who could eat, HAD to eat during that period if they planned to use the town center, as food is important, according to the cash cow, or cash rabbit in this case. Look, however, was the exception to the law, and could roam the grounds. While nothing much caught his attention, he had made plans to return home for something more fascinating until he spotted the park's only bench.

Sitting upon the bench had been a fairly tall man of apparent fashion sense; in which I mean the outfit is so perplexing, that it balances out well on his form. His legs were clad with baggy red-and-black checkered pants while his overcoat had been a green camouflage jacket; his core shirt had been a simple green vest with a red under vest to match. Upon the man's head had been, indeed, a hat; a most intriguing hat, as it's designs were wild and sporadic. The core colors where White and Purple; in sections it appeared webbed, while other sections were solid colors. The center of the hat had been the most “eye-catching” park, as glared an eye with red veins and a black, solid pupil.
While the garb alone would have grabbed anyone's attention, his face wouldn't exactly portray his appearance as normal; for once, the man wore a beard rather well. The beard span from sideburn to sideburn, trailing along the man's chin-line in an even-cut fashion. His left eye bore a monocle of divine design, aside from the lens being cracked, while the right eye had been...blank. Not as in, entirely colorless or lacking of pupils, but...entirely blank. White. As if the eye had been unfinished. Fortunate enough, while one may not be able to read his eyes from such traits, one could potentially tell the mood based on the bushy, expressive eyebrows, both of which had shown the man had been a facially expressive man...aside from a missing mouth.
Look was fascinated; regardless of who the man had been, he must get a closer look. The small mannequin carefully made his way over, expecting any reaction to come as he approached; however, despite his movements, Look hadn't notice a single muscle budget on the man in the park. Curious, Look waved; no response. He lept up, waving both hands; no movement. The mannequin began to feel doubt as if the man had been real. He soon turned to his last resort; he ran up to the man and grabbed at his left hand, of which was coated with knuckle-cuff leather gloves, giving the hand a gentle tug while glancing up, hoping his adorable appearance would spark some reaction; but the man was cold to the touch and completely motionless.

Look was let down; he had hoped it was another being whom of which he could relate to...but it appeared that all he had found was another statue. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was hard to deny such hopes. At the very least, Look was still a kind soul, and he figured that he could finish the right eye for the statue; such a cold glare with such friendly eyebrows could send mixed emotions. Look gripped onto his personal favorite paint-brush that he carried with him at nearly all times and used some of the remaining pain to place a single, thick black dot. While simplistic, this would offer some form of comfort to those who would come to study the statue. That is to say, until the statue blinked.
Look was shocked and fell back from the surprise, landing upon his back to the man's giant right shoe. The man lowered his head to stare down at the mannequin while furrowing both of his eyebrows, as if confused. The man then carefully gripped the brush and drew a mock smile upon Look's face; Look then shot the man a slightly annoyed glance, before wiping the paint off with his hand. The man blinked a few times, in which the ink bled down from the eye and onto his camouflage jacket instead. Despite such an awkward start, there was a pause before anymore interaction; the two meet eye contact, as if baffled by one-anothers existence.
Before long, the man's eyebrows relaxed as he extended his hand down towards the mannequin palm facing up, offering it as a step up. Look peeked at the hand before climbing upon it; this time, the hand was warm and soft to the touch, unlike before. The man eased Look up onto his shoulder, before pushing himself off of the bench...and he began to walk. It didn't matter where; the man would walk. He was a man of walking and observing; and Look, being one of curiosity, benefited from such a silent “giant”, as this was a much faster means of roaming the world and his desires. He would point, and somehow, they would understand one another. No other messages were needed; mere body movements were their communication, and it was all they relied on. Some began to speculate if the two had some telepathic bond, but as neither can talk, it's left unsure as of this time. Was was sure, was that Look finally had someone to bond with when his “master”, or ideally, best friend, was too busy with her works.
When she was too busy, Look could find the silent, expressive man in the town's more industrious section of Steam-powered machines and decent fashion, into which his outfit was scoffed by only that time period; all the other years were accepting and possibly jealous of his look. It's unknown if Look is aware of the man's past details or even his name...but what matters is that Look has a proper guardian, and that one of the missing Hatters of many years before had “suddenly” re-appeared into the cities; the Hatter of Adaption by the name of The Expressionless.

Description
The ideal vessels of life are those created without the intentions of supporting such purpose; specifically, mannequins. What I mean to say, is that a mannequin that is blessed with life is generally one with more purpose in it's existence over any living being that happens to be birthed. Where as living beings are generally given life as a birth right, the mannequin's sole purpose is to, essentially, model the shape of a being as to show the appearance of a style based on such shape. Or, if you're the type to carry conversations with yourself, you could use the mannequin as a companion. The idea that a...puppet of sorts...could walk freely with it's own emotions, ideals, and opinions on cats is perplexing on it's own in theory, let alone in practice. That being said, there is one such example in the Clockwork Cities, and he happens to be a popular friend to many citizens.

Young Look has a charming personality, despite not being able to speak vocally due to the lack of a mouth. His “creator” was not cruel in such intentions; it's quite possible that the idea of Look being blessed with such life had not been foreseen. What was foreseen was the purpose of studying the human form, into which he was designed by hand, rather than machine. The only essential details to note persist to his height (or lack thereof), as wells as that one eye happens to be slightly larger than the other. Upon his chest is painted a red heart, of which is used to identify who he is. That, and the whole walking mannequin thing is also a clear clue.
Not only is Look a being of self-awareness of action, but he also has his own...interests. He's quite the curious fellow, which is healthy for a being that normally shouldn't need to be aware of his health. Unfortunate for Look, his curiosity leads him to roam off into many interesting locations, into which scares his master from such disappearances. I use the term “master” lightly, as Look is not owned as an object, but merely befriended by the one who created him. If anything, it could be said Look is a master of many things; time included, as he is unable to age, which is both a blessing and a curse, as time will show in the far future in a fit of revenge for being controlled, even if unintentionally.
What makes Look so intriguing is that he's able to express his thoughts and emotions without the use of a mouth. When it comes to body language and action, he's quite expressive for one without many core features. The idea that he maintains friendships over such time spans without giving one a call now and then is a sure sign that he's certainly someone who has an aura of friendliness about him. The only downside to this is that it just so happens that, apparently, living beings must eat; and in order to eat, one must have a mouth, of which is also used for MANY uses, such as the following: speaking, sighing, breathing, whistling, singing, yelling at cats, flossing your teeth, sticking your tongue out, piercing your tongue out, making funny voices, screaming at cats, kissing, applying excess amounts of lipstick, and most importantly, telling a cat to get out of the washroom while you're in there.

Look, in this case, is one of the only beings within the cities that has no form of mouth to him. While one might suggest merely drawing a mouth on, it's been noted that a tall wolf of salt-&-pepper fur colorings had detailed, essentially, the limitations of such a gift. While he may be given life, he is restrict to what he was given at the time of conception...in this case, conception of existence within the wooden body itself. Any alterations by paint would merely act as what would happen if one were to run up to you and start throwing paint buckets into your face, as wells as writing “Stevenson was here” down your leg. The idea of carving a mouth is about as pleasant as slicing your cheeks wide open and cutting each tooth to add a new row; one cannot carve the face without a medical degree and a good purpose.
While living without a mouth has not proven to be a challenge for Look, it does beg to question that some are worried for our little friend; it's quite possible he feels out of place. Everyone has an imperfection that they can share with someone else, which makes the imperfection feel like partial perfection; one cannot be perfected despite the desires of perfection being there. This statement makes perfect sense in it's entirety, which is why it was written with perfection; if you feel this is false, you are quite definitely imperfect, instead of merely unperfect.
With no noted being sharing such an imperfection coming to mind, it was a persistent issue for us, as we felt that Look could use such similar companionship. We tried many things; we attempted giving another mannequin life, but merely made a scratching post for a cat. We attempted a mime, but Look made the Mime look, who soon off'd himself using a water pistol with a silencer at the end. We even pooled money in for a trip to the plastic surgeon, who took his time to slap each and everyone one of us; he's a plastic surgeon, not a wood surgeon. Just as we had began to give up on finding someone for Look, it seemed he found the companion himself; but in reality, we ponder if he couldn't have found a much worse choice...

***********************************************************************************

The center of the Clockwork Cities happens to be the busiest district; this is the area in which every time period meets, flooding out people of curiosity who had taken extensive tolls to find a new land of excitement and study. While no housing is found in the district, there is a massive park in the exact center of the station; all generously donated by Avidity, and toiled on by an outstanding amount of workers, whose numbers raise up close to the total of Stevenson alone. Each bush is designed to flare out the beauty of rabbits, which Avidity was quoted to saying “These are by, no means, poised off of me, but-I didn't say I was done eating that! ...they were merely shaped off of the ideal race- I mean...animal, in the wild kingdom of domestic pets.”
While the park is clearly designed to show off the wealth of the top three richest beings (I say top three based on his size), there is no denying that the spot is beautiful and well-lit for strolls through the park during the day and night alike. The flowers are always lively, the park is litter-free, and there's enough room for the younger kids to play while adults trade off goods from different time periods, all of which are taxed for Avidity's profit. With such cheeriness about, there's no doubt as to why Look would venture off into the park, considering it had just been re-opened.
In truth, the location had once been rumored an industrial waste park, in which travelers would be forced to wear gas masks and hazardous suits just to pass between trains. The land appeared dead and hopeless, while the sky itself appeared as if the sun had forsaken it's existence to such gloominess. The only notes of living beings had been wild Prawks, and rumors of a shadow in the shape of a man with a top hat, sitting upon a bench, never moving. This, however, is merely rumored, as the lands were encased in a massive shell of metal for many years with no means of peering inside.
Regardless of what it was, the center now serves as a rest and play spot for the citizens, and profit for the tradesmen whom of which use the cheery weather to sucker their customers in to accepting more deals. While not overly fascinating for most, the curiosity of a new district opened had been more than enough to grab Look's attention, who made his way to the park during the lunch period of the day, in which the park had been dead quiet. A law had been set out, in which anyone who could eat, HAD to eat during that period if they planned to use the town center, as food is important, according to the cash cow, or cash rabbit in this case. Look, however, was the exception to the law, and could roam the grounds. While nothing much caught his attention, he had made plans to return home for something more fascinating until he spotted the park's only bench.

Sitting upon the bench had been a fairly tall man of apparent fashion sense; in which I mean the outfit is so perplexing, that it balances out well on his form. His legs were clad with baggy red-and-black checkered pants while his overcoat had been a green camouflage jacket; his core shirt had been a simple green vest with a red under vest to match. Upon the man's head had been, indeed, a hat; a most intriguing hat, as it's designs were wild and sporadic. The core colors where White and Purple; in sections it appeared webbed, while other sections were solid colors. The center of the hat had been the most “eye-catching” park, as glared an eye with red veins and a black, solid pupil.
While the garb alone would have grabbed anyone's attention, his face wouldn't exactly portray his appearance as normal; for once, the man wore a beard rather well. The beard span from sideburn to sideburn, trailing along the man's chin-line in an even-cut fashion. His left eye bore a monocle of divine design, aside from the lens being cracked, while the right eye had been...blank. Not as in, entirely colorless or lacking of pupils, but...entirely blank. White. As if the eye had been unfinished. Fortunate enough, while one may not be able to read his eyes from such traits, one could potentially tell the mood based on the bushy, expressive eyebrows, both of which had shown the man had been a facially expressive man...aside from a missing mouth.
Look was fascinated; regardless of who the man had been, he must get a closer look. The small mannequin carefully made his way over, expecting any reaction to come as he approached; however, despite his movements, Look hadn't notice a single muscle budget on the man in the park. Curious, Look waved; no response. He lept up, waving both hands; no movement. The mannequin began to feel doubt as if the man had been real. He soon turned to his last resort; he ran up to the man and grabbed at his left hand, of which was coated with knuckle-cuff leather gloves, giving the hand a gentle tug while glancing up, hoping his adorable appearance would spark some reaction; but the man was cold to the touch and completely motionless.

Look was let down; he had hoped it was another being whom of which he could relate to...but it appeared that all he had found was another statue. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was hard to deny such hopes. At the very least, Look was still a kind soul, and he figured that he could finish the right eye for the statue; such a cold glare with such friendly eyebrows could send mixed emotions. Look gripped onto his personal favorite paint-brush that he carried with him at nearly all times and used some of the remaining pain to place a single, thick black dot. While simplistic, this would offer some form of comfort to those who would come to study the statue. That is to say, until the statue blinked.
Look was shocked and fell back from the surprise, landing upon his back to the man's giant right shoe. The man lowered his head to stare down at the mannequin while furrowing both of his eyebrows, as if confused. The man then carefully gripped the brush and drew a mock smile upon Look's face; Look then shot the man a slightly annoyed glance, before wiping the paint off with his hand. The man blinked a few times, in which the ink bled down from the eye and onto his camouflage jacket instead. Despite such an awkward start, there was a pause before anymore interaction; the two meet eye contact, as if baffled by one-anothers existence.
Before long, the man's eyebrows relaxed as he extended his hand down towards the mannequin palm facing up, offering it as a step up. Look peeked at the hand before climbing upon it; this time, the hand was warm and soft to the touch, unlike before. The man eased Look up onto his shoulder, before pushing himself off of the bench...and he began to walk. It didn't matter where; the man would walk. He was a man of walking and observing; and Look, being one of curiosity, benefited from such a silent “giant”, as this was a much faster means of roaming the world and his desires. He would point, and somehow, they would understand one another. No other messages were needed; mere body movements were their communication, and it was all they relied on. Some began to speculate if the two had some telepathic bond, but as neither can talk, it's left unsure as of this time. Was was sure, was that Look finally had someone to bond with when his “master”, or ideally, best friend, was too busy with her works.
When she was too busy, Look could find the silent, expressive man in the town's more industrious section of Steam-powered machines and decent fashion, into which his outfit was scoffed by only that time period; all the other years were accepting and possibly jealous of his look. It's unknown if Look is aware of the man's past details or even his name...but what matters is that Look has a proper guardian, and that one of the missing Hatters of many years before had “suddenly” re-appeared into the cities; the Hatter of Adaption by the name of The Expressionless.