It was night in the city, a time when the darkness encroached upon the landscape itself. It was a time when most people were either up partying and enjoying the night, or sleeping their cares away. However, there are those that cannot physically sleep. Not because of insomnia, but because they are a being that does not possess that ability. One such being is the hollow object known as a "Mannequin".
One such mannequin was peering out of the darkness through a clothing store window, gazing at the darkened city before her. The mannequin was clearly female and had a blonde wig attached to her head. The hair of the wig was long and had been expertly styled, which gave it a curled appearance. Her plastic skin was tan in color, while lacking any of the blood vessels or blemishes that a human body would possess. One may even refer to its fake flesh as "perfection".
The mannequin had long black-colored eyelashes and large pouty lips, which bore an emotionless expression. Her shoulders were rou