Product Description
Spending her youth as a performer, Armani was once considered the doll of her carnival. A sweetheart, she put smiles on the faces of onlookers while she twisted, tumbled, flipped, and dipped. As an acrobat, she was a natural in the public’s eye and had the world in front of her for the taking.
Instead, a tragic fall ended up doing the taking from her.
During what she knew not to be her final show on a post-rain night, there was just enough humidity to cause her to balter and falter. From a frightfully great height she slipped, lost her grip, and met the ground with a sound that would marry itself to every witness till death do they part. And death is exactly what those spectators presumed happened to dear Armani.
But she survived. Somehow. No one knows how. Anyhow…
In the here and now, Armani the Carnie has stayed true to her vow.
The accident had left her footless and with mere remnants of arms. A severe head wound staggered permanent blackness around her eyes and formed a skull with a grisly apex. Her mouth was sliced and her lips raw. But her cheeks—her cheeks bore the perpetual color of her former beauty, which was the only lingering effect from her past.
It took months for her to leave the hospital, and once she did, she returned to the only home she had ever known.
Seeing how the show had gone on without her, Armani’s deep depression worsened. Amid her kinfolk, she was—in her mind—wretched and useless. Night after night, location after location, she’d be wheeled throughout the cotton-candy ambiance of warm-evening happiness until she tearfully requested to be returned to her trailer where she would cry herself to sleep. That is, until Elder Mystic Lady Divine had joined the band of travelers.
On a night not unlike the one of Armani’s tragedy, fog settled low. As she was carried into her trailer, Lady Divine was already there waiting for her. One glance from the leather face peeking ‘neath dusty frizz was all it took for the gentleman carrying Armani to respectfully bow out, leaving the two women alone.
Lady Divine gently pressed her hands atop Armani’s malformed head. This allowed her to access all Armani’s thoughts.
“So you want to be adored again,” Lady Divide whispered. “You want to again be loved by crowds. To be the center of attention. To have people want to see you. Want to meet you.”
Gingerly, the Elder bent her head into Armani. Without prodding, Armani put what remained of her arms atop Lady Divine’s coarse hair. Armani could now read the Mystic’s thoughts.
“Yes,” Armani sobbed. “I want to be their doll again.”
And Lady Divine made it so.
What You Get
14.5” OOAK felt stuffed soft sculpture doll, inspired by the distinguished looks of retro Carnival Doll prizes
Carnival accoutrements
The promise that no Elder Mystic will be included with the purchase (sorry)
