Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150506123538/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150507173542


 * A lone animatronic begins to stir in the kitchen- a vixen by appearance. The term "animatronic", however, fits her rather loosely. Her body is more naturally built, and there is little  to no exterior detail revealing herself as a machination, save for the simple knowledge that she is such. With a small yawn, she sits up and looks around, momentarily confused, yet soon after she remembers how she got to be where she was. They had grabbed her while she was sleeping and hauled her over here to be used. Ah well, it would be nice to be around people again. It got so lonely at the old place, save for the times her "dad" occasionally visited... As she gets up, she accidentally knocks a small pan off of one of the various ovens in the kitchen, resulting in it hitting the floor with a loud clang. She winces at the sudden burst of noise, but soon after simply moves towards the kitchen exit and trying to avoid making a mess.*