Fantasy We Paint White Roses Red

[Sm0ochys]

Although the day had just started Jinx hoped it would be one where she wouldn't have to do much of anything. Which is what she asked the heavens for every day. Sitting in her room She kept on looking at herself in the mirror, She felt awfully exhausted, and right behind her was her bed which beckoned her with its warm and comforting embrace. However, the only thing that motivated her to move was eating.
Brushing her multi-colored hair Until all the stray hairs were gone she hesitated for a moment, She knew once she left her room, the tranquility and warmness of the surrounding silence would abruptly end until nightfall. She put down the brush and stood up, patting down her uniform. The kinetic energy with each time she rubbed her hands on the fabric would run up her fingers making her shiver.

Leaving her room, Jinx was pushed by smaller children trying to get by, giggling past her to join their friends. She sighed, not particularly annoyed, just inconvenienced at not having room service. She noticed one of the older children conversing with a newer orphan. Overhearing their conversation Jinx felt like she should say something, she wasn't one for keeping her mouth shut in front of others.

"No point in that foolishness, you may as well put on your uniform and head to breakfast, you better hope you don't smell kid. Since you're new you might get a warning. " She stated. "Might."

Not wanting to be late Jinx passed them. Her long hair trailing behind her. Thinking of the pair she had seen before she began to think about what their own experiences must of been like. On one hand one was as old as she was, surely he must have known what it was like to survive in this place, and then the other, although not super young had no idea what she was setting herself up for.
Did they ever think about life outside this place?
Although Jinx had been at the orphanage for a couple of years, she had not been adopted, nor did she feel like she had a plan once she became of age. Surely she couldn't stay here forever? However was there really a place where someone like her could exist?
This place was her whole world, her hunting ground, her home, but it felt so monotonous that it wore her brain out to think about it.

And thus Jinx would only focus on the sounds of her own footsteps, Her weight making the floorboards creak and groan. Her heeled shoes click-clacking noises reverberating off the walls. Heading down the dark oaked stairs she glanced through a window, even for the mere second she grimaced. She hated mornings, the servants helicoptered around the children, and don't even mention her about the schedule.
Making her way to the mess hall, the smell of cooked food made Jinx feel better, her woes would have to be halted just for a moment. Noticing How busy it was already Jinx grabbed her tray and served herself.
It wasn't until she finished grabbing her food that she heard a shrill voice behind her that made the hair on her neck stand. Lucy, She gave Jinxs the major chills. Her niceness seemed so fake to her. And thus Jinx did her best to avoid her, even if she made the other children happy Jinx couldn't help but sense bad energy coming from her. Hopefully, she would give Jinx a wide berth today.

Taking a seat by a window she enjoyed her meal. Watching the other children Jinx couldn't help but feel hungry.

mentions: Coyote Lost TeikiFox

 

[BluEndings]

W h i t e

R a b b i t

H o m e

The art of stealth.

Yes, the boy whose hair looked like unicorn vomit was doing his best to avoid being seen. Inconspicuous acts such as constantly looking over his shoulder, ducking behind nothing, and loudly attempting to whistle. Acts that went ignored to many of those already familiar with their particularly expressive peer. The same acts that unfortunately did not fly past the many present housekeepers’ radars. No matter how many times Ollie would twist or contort, their unamused eyes remained locked on. Any patience that might have been present had already been sapped away days in advance.

"Ollie."

The voice held no hostility, but the boy flinched all the same. Even so, he refused to acknowledge the housekeeper, instead choosing to pursue his goal of obtaining food. He was ever so close now. Finger after finger unraveled from beneath the long sleeves of his wrinkled uniform. But the promise of reaching one’s desire was swiftly stolen away by an outcast hand. Hope was quickly snuffed out by the newly formed pressure around his wrist. A grip that dared his flimsy bones to make further unnecessary movements.

This was no chance encounter, no fluke. The present obstacle had a name: Dane. A housekeeper who had a particular habit of foiling Ollie’s various attempts. They were hardly the only one, but they made for one of the most thorough. It was what one might call a worst case scenario. Had it been someone like Thalia things might have played out better, but alas all it took was a yank from the man to nearly bring the boy to his knees. It felt like his arm would fall off, and his legs gave way. Brief perhaps, but long enough for his body to begin to crumple to the floor saved only by the very same force that had set the entire thing into motion.

"I do believe you’ve lost food privileges for the day," Dane scowled, lowering his head to the orphan’s level. "Isn’t that right Ollie boy?"

Ollie’s eyes darted around in hopes of spotting potential saviors.

"Or have we forgotten what you did yesterday?"

"No sir," He mumbled.

"Good," The housekeeper released his grasp, and this time Ollie did fall. "Make some new friends already, kid."

Dane’s gaze lingered before he sighed, and walked away without another word. He casually rejoined the ranks of his fellow Blushings, quick to turn to idle chatter. Once the brief exchange had passed he exited the dining space. It would seem his brief appearance served solely to hamper Ollie’s progression leaving nothing but his stern words to permeate the air.

"Tch," Ollie knew this was going to make things much more difficult.

At times like this he would just nab some food from his besties, but today was yet another day without either one in sight. The whole thing was frustrating, yet he didn’t have time to relent. This was already day four without food. If he was stopped by the first bump in his path he would go the rest of his life without eating anything. Worse, he wouldn’t be able to chow down on the delectable oatmeal that was being served today.

He loved oatmeal! There was no way he was about to let this pass, and so he would have to resort to more nefarious means…

"Psst" Ollie ‘whispered’, crawling along the floor to a nearby orphan. "If you give me some of your food I’ll do a funny dance."

Needless to say they walked away.

"Hey—" Ollie mumbled, teetering up to a second victim.

"Fat chance Ollie," Sighed the older kid. "I’m not getting in trouble because of you again."

Okay. This was getting him nowhere. He needed to find someone that wasn’t likely to have any pre-existing opinions of him. The type of person to stay away from the usual havoc. Someone like…

"A corner kid!" Ollie shouted, pointing directly at Markus. It didn’t take long for the overly enthusiastic boy to dart his way up to the solitary, light-haired individual.

"Name’s Ollie," He proclaimed, thumb to his chest. "I’m the second coolest kid here."

Suddenly, his head dropped low along with his overly exuberant voice.

"Please give me some food."

OLLIE

Location:
Dining Hall

Mood:
Hungry

Mentions:
Thalia

Interactions:
Markus: Heterological

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[TeikiFox]

Blushing Servant

Thalia Eire
"Just the routine."

There was a pull to the outdoors. Thalia had learned to discern the two, the smile of something else as it begged her to find trouble. Gut feelings were generally tossed to the side, sure it would lead to danger rather than the opposite. The unfortunate part of her strange abilities, she could generally figure out if something bad had happened based off of how much she wanted to go there. It lead her to be first for any news, but had put her into some terrible situations countless times before. Common sense warned her against the smiling devil with its sweet words and gentle guidance.

How easy it would be to just go- excuses were rather simple to create if you knew the place well enough. And yet her feet stayed firmly planted, only a small sigh escaping at the inner dilemma. Control was significantly easier after knowing full well what it would drag her towards. More problems, more secrets. As if the blushing truly had any. It was hard to hide anything from anyone. Only the orphans were allowed to be clueless. After helping a couple of lost little ones, the housekeeper would return to her room to grab her journal and a few pens.

Thalia would be one of the first to the dining hall, a quick inspection to make sure everything was clean. It was breakfast, so the servant wouldn't set up any crafts or works for others, but she would help to greet the orphans and make sure they were all following rules and in the right place- the new ones would be watched over, but only from a distance. They were either the most unstable or the most unprepared as she had come to learn. Perhaps even both. Extra time would be spent at her own table, working on the journal. Any who decided to come over would be offered a smile, pulling out sheets of paper if they did happen to want to doodle. Few words would be spoken on her part, hoping that this could be a safe place for the quiet ones.

photo by arthurhenri on deviantart; interactions: none (open); mentions:

Collaboration Post (with Lost/Elias)​

Servants wouldn't tell her any secrets or mysteries of this place. But they would help make sure she was going to the right place- it was obvious Unknown had missed something. His uniform and her pajamas gave it away, unashamed with her appearance. The girl would nod her head sharply, "Alright!" It would be easy enough to find him later. She would duck behind him, waiting for the other to guide her. "You first!"

Elias raised an eyebrow at that, amused. "All right, fair enough," With luck, it wouldn't take too terribly long to find a Blushing to show the girl around. After that, well, she seemed likeable enough; he'd not be surprised if she managed to find a group of kids her age to call family some day. Even if she didn't, she'd be better off not spending her time with one of the 'Spoiled' orphans. Not even him.

It wouldn't take too long to find an adult, but the new kid would spend the time stuffing in as many questions as possible. "How long have you been here? You think others would want to play tag? Do you want to play tag? Is it easy to get lost? Is there a map? Oh! Maybe there's a secret tunnel! Think we could find it? I bet it's really hidden..." She never seemed to lose her energy, bouncing around as they walked and occasionally ducking into different corridors in search of the mystery tunnel before quickly returning to his side. For how little distance they had to go, it was a bit of a surprise that she could do so much in that time.

The corners of Elias' lips quirked upwards as he listened to the girl's stream of questions, peppered between movements to and fro. It was certainly odd to see someone so excited about the many 'wonders' of the orphanage. Had he ever been like that, so enthralled with the world around him? He doubted it, though his memories were likely weathered by time, and tainted by the true nature of his home.

Still, it was easy to forget the monsters that lay beneath when faced with one who seemed so happy to just be. "Say, kid, what's your name?"

"Oh, I dunno. Didn't like it- but you can think of one!" It was at that moment that another older kid (Jinx) would give her some advice. She didn't even have to go searching! The girl would nod eagerly, "Thank you!" Her attention would turn back to the older boy, moving towards the servant and where she thought her room was. "Gotta go, you can tell me what name you thought of later!"

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Food was good, not running around wasn't. When she had spotted the boy again, her instinct was to run right over. Instead, however, the girl would walk, bounce in her step, sliding onto the seat beside him. She'd turn to talk to the older kid between bites, "D'ya know what we're supposed to do today? D'ya know any secrets? The servants won't tell me anything." He wouldn't lose her easily, beginning to think of it more as a game.

Elias glanced over at the girl with a grimace. When she'd mentioned a 'later,' he had hoped it was little more than a courtesy, hoped she'd find some other orphan to attach to. Evidently, he had hoped in vain. "Listen, kid," he started awkwardly, "if you'd like to make friends, perhaps even find a family here, this isn't really the place you want to be sitting."

She'd kick her legs, letting them sway as she continued to bounce around despite the limited space on the seat. More bacon would disappear before the girl would reply. "Why?" He wasn't making sense- already he had helped her and hadn't been mean. Plus, there were probably secrets that he knew. With how big and cool this place was, there had to be secrets! Maybe this was just a part of the game.

"I'm not- well, that is to say-" Elias hesitated. What, exactly, could he say to that? How could he put this in a way she would understand? Then it struck him, the most brilliant of ideas, and he struggled to contain a laugh. "Er, you see, I really, really don't like secrets. Hate them, actually; oh, and tag too!" As he spoke, his eyes skimmed the crowds, looking for someone to deflect the girl's attention to, someone with whom the girl would mesh well. His gaze danced across several faces - Markus? Not likely. Marigold? Maybe. Calypso? Oh, gods, no. - before he spotted the perfect fit. "Now that kid?" he started, pointing over to the newly arrived Ollie. "He knows a lot of secrets. Likes to play tag, too."

Brown eyes would squint at him- no one could hate tag! "You're lying," she stated simply, turning back to her food. While he pointed to another kid, the girl would only note the face, unable to hide her curiosity. But still, she stayed in her seat. "Yeah, but you're older. Even if you don't like secrets, wouldn't ya still know 'em?" Sometimes secrets just appeared, right? That had certainly happened with finding this orphanage, it wasn't as though she had really been looking for this specific place- and yet, here it was! Cool, right?

"Hard to believe, I know, but it's true!" Elias sighed dramatically, trying to contain the slight smile threatening his composure. "I was born with a deep-seated dislike of all physical activities, tag included.Truly a tragedy." A brief slip, and his mouth played into a grin - it would seem that to Elias, it was starting to become a game of sorts as well. "As for secrets, I only know very few, and alas, I keep those secret even from myself!"

He was rather determined about hating tag- even admitting that it was a tragedy! Obviously he felt tag was amazing, but just couldn't play because of whatever he was born with. "Is there a doctor? We need to heal your dislike for tag." Her tone was serious, certain that this was the way to solve the problem. But if the older kid couldn't play tag, she'd have to find someone else. Maybe one of the older kids! Or maybe that kid that the older one had indicated to would know enough! "Alright," and so, following his advice, she'd find another place to sit, skipping over to the new leader (Ollie).

Elias allowed himself a small smile as the girl slipped away, though it didn' quite reach his eyes. He'd almost slipped there, at the end; almost fell into the long-forgotten patterns of good-natured wit and carefree attitude. Gods, he'd almost laughed! How long had it been, since he'd allowed himself that? Too long, he thought. And yet it would be longer still, now; he'd almost become himself again, the boy before the Beast, and he knew how dangerous that boy had been. How dangerous he would be again, should Elias let himself forget.

No, he thought to himself as his gaze dropped to the table, this is for the best.

Names Collected

New kid
Unknown

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[Firelie]

Felicia Walace

"Urgh..." The blonde girl sat up, white sheets falling into her lap. Felicia glanced around the room, bright blue eyes squinting in concentration as they scanned the sterile, sunlit nurses office. Felicia wasted no time in flinging the thin white cover off her, paying no heed to the stinging pain in their side. Slight stinging became a sudden stab of pain as padded feet came in contact with cool wooden floor. With a surprised yelp, Felicia fell to her knees, clutching at the bandaged wound at the side of her midsection. Her cries quickly got the attention of the blushing servant who was tasked with watching over the sleeping child. He quickly stood from his chair, setting down the magazine he was reading.

“Hey, kid slow down. You are still healing!” He exclaimed, helping her off the floor and moving her back onto the bed carefully. Felicia didn’t grace the man with much more than a suspicious glare and total silence, entirely untrusting of the blushing servant. “Kid you can trus-“

“Where am I.” Her voice was stern, wary of the man. She also spoke with a thick english accent.

the man was certainly not happy to be interruptedin suchin abrupt way. He waited a second to respond, giving the girl an annoyed stare, the kind a cashier would give to an over bearing shopper. “White Rabbit Orphanage. Here.” He grabbed a neatly folded uniform that was sat on a nearby desk and handed it to the girl. “You need to put this on, okay? Breakfast is down the hall, you should hurry down before it ends. I need to uh... go do something. Make sure to get some food.” He gave her an artificialsmile in a feeble attempt to comfort her, then turned to leave. The blushing servant of course was to report the girls awakening to those further up the chain, of course.

A couple of minutes later, Felicia walked into the cafeteria area, trailing the groups of late orphans pouring in. She gave the whole place a skeptical gaze, scanning the bustling tables of students, idly patting the dust off her cap as she did so. She had found said cap in the nurses office. She probably was not meant to have it, but the way she saw it, it was her goddamn property, and they weren't taking it. She had also found the jacket she came in with, but had decided not to put it on, and instead had it tied around her waist. Felicia fit her hat snuggly on her head with both hands, one on the rim and one on the back, then blended in behind one of the groups of orphans trying to get in line.

She slowed her breathing, calming her nerves as she worked to blend into the crowd of orphans around her. It was quite easy, in actuality, considering that most of the kids were a mismatched hodge podge of weirdos. Felicia fit right in! Or so she hoped, she was still new after all. Though, she didn't plan to stay for long. The only thing keeping her from booking it away from this place was her wound. Her gaze moved down ward and a hand moved to feel at the bandaged mid section beneath her uniform. It still stung even at this moment, but she would be sure not to show it. Kids were horrible, she knew that much. If she showed weakness in a place like this, there was no guarentee that she wouldn't have her collection of injuries grow. Felicia winced in pain as she pressed too hard on the wrong place. "Shet." She mumbled, inwardly bashing herself for doing the EXACT thing she was trying to avoid. She quickly moved to tilt her hat down to help cover her identity, turning her gaze to the ground. She really hoped that nobody noticed that, and she would be able to get the hell out of this weird place without issue.

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TEMPLATE © BOKEH​

 

[TheTaleTellers]

Its 8:00 now on the Island of Peters Rabbit. That means its role call time! Gather around the Grand Hall with uniforms NEAT AND TIDY for a daily role call of all the orphans on each hall. Because there is a lot of orphans we are gifted with- There is a couple of Housekeepers to each sector to make sure there is a consistent count. You do NOT want to be late for this, it will not be pretty if you are. This is one of the most important tasks of the day! The sooner we get it done, the sooner it will be time to prepare our outside clothes for the outside world! A fresh dose of sunlight and greenery is a beautiful way to start the rest of our day!




It is said that each of these stunning Grand Halls was once filled to the brim with knights ready to defend their ruler from oppressors ahead. Is it now only a relic of what once was or is it a glimpse of what will be? Haha!

 

[liostwolf]

There was a bench outside that had vines and flowers surrounding it, on the bench was a girl, she was spread across the bench sleeping peacefully. She felt something tapping on her face and her eyes fluttered open What---- where----- Oh NO was Sara's first thoughts she jumped up not knowing where she was just that she definitely wasn't supposed to be outside. She felt very cold from sleeping outside and put her hand to her forehead shaking it because she felt a headache from suddenly waking up. What happened--- Wait how---- Why was I sleeping outside what happened I remember walking down the path from my garden then getting sleepy--- oh I must have passed out on the bench, well now that that is figured out I need to know what time it is Sara looked around to try and figure out the time. She decided that her head hurt too much to figure that out so she got up from the bench and headed to the large castle-like orphanage that was a little while away from her. She knew that role-call was nearing and that she needed to hurry, so instead of taking the long way round to the orphanage she smoothed out her uniform from the day before and ran into the forest waving her hand at the thought that Emra could be watching. She continued deeper into the forest when she stumbles across a face in the dirt, her initial reaction was shock, then she thought Wait---- oh---- I have to inform the blushings that another one is dead She shook her head hoping the child died peacefully.
Sara approached the massive doors of the orphanage she rushed in and ran into a blushing housemade, "There was a body in the woods, male looked around 10 if you know who it might be, tell the others to count him, also I'm sure the scarlets know of it," she looked at the blushing and she seemed shocked at how well Sara was taking this, she was used to this though because she had seen 3 corpses in the past year. Sara headed to the grand hall for the role-call knowing that she wouldn't get good marks because her hair was messed up and her uniform was wrinkled.

 

[Phayne]

~Mentions~
Calypso - Pipsqueak // Lucy - Coyote // Kane - KaramelKarma // Kira + Marcus - Heterological
// Elias - Lost // Unknown - TeikiFox // Ollie - BluEndings // Jinx - Sm0ochys // Felicia - Firelie

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Showered, dressed and almost ready to make his way towards the dining hall, Freed now looking the part in his uniform had found himself in between several other orphans in front of the large bathroom mirror. Standing amidst the filth around him yet paying them little attention as they scrambled among themselves to get to the sink, Freed's eyes had locked with that of his own reflection; the wolf in sheep's clothing peering through the crimson red gateways into his own soul; smiling ever so slightly as the beast within him smiled back. Pearly white teeth ready to tear away at the innocence of others.

Just like everyone else gathered here, the blonde haired boy was in the middle of brushing his teeth; the slow and controlled rhytmic technique he employed a far cry different to the haphazard and manic free-style that the other brats utilized in order to rush through this trivial requirement, before they were allowed to enjoy breakfast. Whilst many of the other orphans had rushed through this daily routine, Freed on the other hand had continued the methodical cleansing of his teeth; ensuring he reached each and every knook and cranny of his mouth before spitting out the foam into the sink.

Replicating a raspberry and vanilla swirl cream, the white paste residue had slowly begun to blend with the cherry red hue that had accompanied it as Freed spat; the blood from his gums coming as no surprise to Freed. Like every morning for as long as he could remember, Freed had always awoken with the taste of iron in his mouth and whether that had been his own blood or someone elses, it was all the same as its pinkish hue drained down the sink.

With a smile revealing his own pearly whites, Freed reaffixing his glasses upon his face had turned and exited the communal showers, beginning to make his way towards the dining hall for todays breakfast. Along his way, Freed took note of several of the other orphans, as well as the various housekeepers who seemed to be engrossed in their own morning duties for the day; none of them really paying Freed any mind as he casually strolled down the hallways towards his awaiting breakfast. Unlike some of the other children who were rushing to get the best seats in the foodhall, Freed was taking his own time; hands pocketed either side of him as he paid more attention to his surroundings rather than the rumblings of his own stomach. Had he not been more aware of the world around him, he'd have been knocked over by a larger more rotund behemoth barging through the hall; their gut bigger than their brain as they bulldozed their way past others.

Unlike the two girls that had fallen victim to 'gluttony's stampede, Freed had instead managed to step out of the way rather then being knocked over to the side like they had been; the younger of the two bursting into tears as the older girl comforted her. 'Gluttony' as Freed liked to call the round ball of cellulite was with no doubt 'another' like him, the ever widening boy's hunger having no rivals when it came to food; unfortunately as far as Freed was aware it seemed like 'Gluttony' had yet to fully accept his own inner demon and had been substituting his hunger for innocence with an unrelenting hunger for pork. Had Gluttony embraced his inner demon, then perhaps the population of livestock running free in the orphanage would have been culled even further. Alas, that was not the case.

With Gluttony's gut disappearing around the corner, Freed made a mental note to probe further into the rotund monsters inner psyche; to play with fire and stoke the flame of chaos even more. What fun and entertainment would arise if he were to successfully push him over the edge? What chaos would ensue should his hunger turn its attention towards the livestock that roamed freely within these aged halls? Freed momentarily smiled at the thought of being entertained to such a degree, yet that dark and sinister smile would only appear briefly as the blonde haired boy turned around and faced the two victims who had come face to gut with gluttony's stomach before being knocked to the ground. They'd make the perfect test subjects, sacrifices needed to fully awaken the beast of hunger.

"Hey... are you two alright?" he asked in a sweet and innocent tone; the malice behind his motives hidden behind a fake smile of innocence and concern. This was a smile he had adopted and perfected after taking notice of the 'Golden boy' of the white rabbit orphanage. Marigold Locke; the breath of fresh air to everyone else and nothing short of a blight and a nuisance that would one day need disposing off yet presently even if his existence was nauseating he still held some value of use to Freed. "Don't mind him.. he just has this obsession with food, especially when it comes to fresh meat and judging by that aroma wafting through the corridors, it seems like bacon is on the menu. I'm guessing he just couldn't wait any longer" chuckled Freed as he held out a hand and helped the younger of the two girls back onto her feet; the older one getting up on her own accord. "One thing I've learnt here is that it's very important to have eyes in the back of your head", he turned slightly and pointed to the back of his head. "...especially during breakfast time. Glut...er I mean, Glen isn't the only one that loses their mind when meat is on the menu. Some people just seem to turn into monsters for food" chuckled Freed again as the trio began to make their way to the dining hall; Freed leading the way. "Did you know... Pigs and humans are quite similar in their DNA?" questioned Freed rhetorically, "When I look at Glen... I totally understand that statement... so much so that it's honestly a surprise to me that he can even stomach eating pork... its almost like he is eating his own species, disgusting dontcha think?" he asked rhetorically again, his dark humour causing the two girls to laugh in their blissful obliviousness to exactly what Freed was referring to. How sweet it was to be so naïve to the truth of the world.

Reaching the dining hall, the trio would soon split up as the two girls joined their other friends at a table, the knight in shining armor that was Freed refusing their invite to join in their breakfast as he made his way to collect his breakfast before finding a secluded part of the dining hall to enjoy his meal.

Sat alone at the far end of a table, Freed doing his best to drown out the noise of the dining hall had dug into his meal of Bacon, Hash browns and scrambled eggs; his table etiquette meeting all acceptable requirements as he dabbed away at ketchup sauce that had found its way down the right side of his mouth. Freed hadn't even reacted to the arrival of Lucy in the dining hall, the masked housekeeper being a complete ball of mystery that Freed had long since lost interest in. Whilst initially an enigma that Freed had wanted to pry open with his own two hands, he had long since learnt that he presently lacked the power to discover the secrets beneath that mask she wore. Like a video game with an impossible level to beat, Freed like the child that he was, had 'tossed the toy' aside and 'lost interest' if only to hide the fact that he had gotten frustrated at being unable to get what he wanted. Not even his antics seemed to have an effect at riling her up, not like they did with the old stone pervert. Luckily enough, he wasn't here to disrupt Freed from enjoying his meal.


With crimson eyes scanning around the room at all the other rambunctious orphans; his gaze momentarily fell upon young Caly as she teased Ares; the circular motion of her hands giving Freed a few ideas as to what kind of joke she was concocting to ridicule the ball of fur. Unlike the vast majority of kids in this paradise hunting ground that Freed called home, Caly was one of the more tolerable tools at his disposal; the young girl appearing to willingly listen to his every word. Ironic that she was quite obedient to his whim, considering how she was presently playing with young Ares. Freed smiled to himself as he noted her progress into depravity, making a note to praise her efforts at a later date. Even if this was merely a game for her, she was definitely on the right track. The idea of having an obediant Ares at their disposal did have its own benefits and Freed was sure he'd be able to find a book about dog obedience training somewhere in the Orphanage.

Chuckling at the thought, Freed sunk his fork into a piece of crisp bacon and brought it to his mouth; teeth ripping the strip asunder as he began to chew on the delicacy. All the while acting oblivious as he enjoyed breakfast, Freed had caught notice of Kira's glances in his direction, the similarly aged Orphan being quite obvious as their eyes made contact for a split second, before Freed continued to pretend like he hadn't noticed. If there was something she needed from him, then it would be best for her to approach with caution. Simply staring at him from across the room wouldn't achieve anything other then Freed's general lack of interest. There was no fun or pleasure to be gained from simply being spied upon from a distance.

As he felt Kira's lingering gaze still upon him, Freed now looking in the opposite direction had turned his attention upon Elias and a new girl; the boy appearing to have a bit of a situation with the unfamiliar face that sat next to him. Even without being able to hear their topic of conversation, it was quite clear to Freed that the new girl was quite the character; her apparent hyperactiveness appearing to cause Elias some distress. A quick sigh escaped Freed's mouth as he reached out for his strawberry smoothie to take a sip. The hyperactive ones were always a chore and a half to deal with; their unfathomable amount of energy being quite a nuisance to put up with; even if they were technically powerless to cause any real harm; beyond a headache.

Speaking of the devil, another headache that was soon pointed out to Freed, thanks to Elias's attempts to shake off the new girl was Ollie. Eyes passing by Jinx whom had surprisingly not yet fallen asleep face first into her meal, his crimson eyes soon fell upon Ollie; a look of annoyance appearing on Freed's face momentarily. With an obnoxious array of coloured hues painting his hair, this over enthusiastic specimen was another individual that Freed found to be quite taxing to deal with, even if he was simply ignoring the boy. Thankfully enough Ollie was busy being a nuisance to Marcus, another boy who like Freed, appeared to enjoy having their breakfast undisturbed and in solitude or perhaps his reasons for being alone ran far deeper; after all Marcus was considered to be 'quite the survivor', considering everything else involving his former friends.

Placing the strawberry milkshake down and grasping his fork once more, Freed separating a piece of hash brown before using his knife to pile scrambled egg atop it had now turned his focus towards finishing up his meal before roll call. Teeth sinking into the juicy fluff of the scrambled egg before reaching the crispness of the hash browns exterior, Freed in silence had quickly made quick work of his breakfast; placing knife and fork side by side once he had finished and dabbing away at any residue that had found its way upon his face.

Hands cleaned and pocketed, Freed 5 minutes before 8 had already made his exit from the dining hall and begun to head towards the grand hall for the roll call. Though as he did so, the faint aroma of blood had tickled at his nose; Freed's head sharply turning in the direction of a hat wearing girl several yards away; her face obscured in the crowd of orphans around her.

 

[BasilOwO]

With a start, Samantha made her way to the great hall. She kept to herself, looking for her fellow candies. Maybe she could talk to them, figure out the plan for the day. She felt doubtful of this though, and the breakdown she had experienced made it very clear of her emotional state at the time. From that point, she had calmed herself down, making an aura of dignity surround her. Hiding the fact that she had been apart of the murder of two different people had become a clear everyday task. Her mentor, the candy before her, had lost her life. And like any normal person, she felt guilt weighing her down, keeping her strapped within its grasp, making sure she would be unable to get away, no matter how hard she tried.

It wasn't the first time she had felt this way, and it wouldn't be the last. Her day to day chores kept her mind off of it, until she took up a chore she knew her mentor had thought highly of. Thinking back, she remembered the conversation she had with the former candy on the day of her death. How she knew that, despite her best efforts, Sam had failed. She had failed her, but not without becoming a candy herself, due to the words that the other had said. She would forever be in debt, and she didn't mind that. She owed her that much. She owed both her and the orphan that much. Taking a breath, she looked around the room, watching orphans stream into the hall. She prayed the day would be better than most, but deep down she knew it would end exactly like the others.

 

[Alvaris]

The tightening of her chest shot an unpleasant sensation up her spine. Something shifted. A new presence entered. Plotting. Emra tensed and listened. Any hour. Any moment. The trees around her creaked under the pressure of the wind, the leaves rumbled, and lowly creatures scurried while others prowled. The cycle of life.

The raven on her shoulder flapped, sensing the change in Emra. The creature was more perceptive than she often attributed credit. The claws of the beast dug in, pressing against her skin before it leapt off. The cawing seemed noiseless as the sound competed with the roaring of the leaves.

Emra’s eyes met the beast. She always focused on one, the middle, for it had too many to be concerned with meeting the gaze of them all. As it looked at her, she felt Heila looking back. “Some are prey,” Emra said and the beast blinked, its body bobbing as large black wings cast a shadow along her face. “Search for one that does not belong.” With one last muted caw, the bird flew off.

Dread was not an emotion Emra felt. Nor did she experience regret. The only aspect that prickled at her was the job being impeded. She marched away from the tower – the task complete. Emra held to the papers the fiend provided earlier. Lucy’s inadequacy a blip compared to the shift carried in from afar.

Emra’s heels met the grass of the manor. The clicking echoed as she entered the house.

In the distance she heard the chatter of children. Laughter crept along the hallway and she moved away from the sound. Deeper into the house. Closer to the whispers.

The Candies would be apprised. Yet, she did not summon them. Soon.

She controlled the cycle.

Mention(s):
Coyote
Heila | Raven | Lucy​

 

[KaramelKarma]

in collaboration with
➤ Pipsqueak & ➤ KaramelKarma

Kane & Caly

Rambunctious chatter echoed down the entrance hall of the Orphanage. As Kane approached the mess hall, the smell of bacon, hashbrown and scrambled egg wafted alluringly towards him, beckoning. Yet it was hardly the food that made him stop for a moment just as he passed the doors. His eye landed on a certain fiend as she, as usual, happily recieved the young ones. Of course, not all were so easily convinced and under her spell; Kane spotted a lonesome boy in the corner by the name of Markus, whose distrustful eye raked even the most innocent of faces. Another cynic sat by the window, not bothering to give Lucy the time of day as an electric spark ignited in her blue eyes in anticipation for her breakfast. Kane was almost surprised to see Jinx managing to drag her good-for-nothing backside out of bed, but the Orphanage's food was admittedly a delight even the slothful delinquent couldn't resist.

And neither could the mischievous hands of Ollie, a cheerful boy whose energy ended up being more a curse than anything else. The stone mage watched as one of his Blushing gave the boy a stern word. He let the boy scamper off to travel the hall with the trademark gait of a boy robbed of his morning meal thanks to yet another shenanigan, hopeful for handouts. Kane had no doubt the report was already on his desk.
Speaking of Blushings, another one of his had caught his attention; Thalia Eire. They met each other's eye and Kane gave his finest Blushing a greeting nod before his gaze turned quickly elsewhere, as if to say, "Yes, I'm late. Carry on."

And carry on, he did. His silver eye roamed the dining hall, zeroed in to pick out the blonde tresses of a certain devilish menace. His search proved fruitful, though it was anything but a pleasant sight. The boy, though Kane could hardly call the creature such, seemed to be enjoying his own examination of the goings-on of the mess hall, his bloodred eyes sparking in amusement as they landed on his little twin, Calypso. The girl was engrossed in a twisted little game of humiliation with the wolf boy, Ares. Surrounding Blushing had averted their attention, seemingly too absorbed in their menial tasks, almost proving the power the favored children had over the low tier staff. Though it was one of his principal duties as Candy to keep them under check, Kane had very little appreciation for the Spoiled. As long as the general order was not disrupted, it was no concern of his on how they treated each other. They were predators after all; there was no rule prohibiting them from hunting each other down.

The groggy footfalls of late Orphans came from down the entrance hall. Moments later, they arrived and passed Kane in a rightfully meek manner, not daring to meet his scathing eye. All except one. Kane did not recognize her, and she seemed strangely out of place, with her foreign coat tied around her small frame and a stray cap in her hand. She walked past him with a stranger's ignorance, her green gaze flashing at the unfamiliarity of the hall. Another novelty, Kane thought derisively, keeping a wry eye on her. Yet another creature to tame, another bundle of paperwork Kane was bound to receive on his desk.

A Blushing passed him, carrying a tray of newly-cooked bacon and English muffins. With a start, Kane realized he had hardly a thing since dawn. The light, prickling sensation at the tip of his fingers signaled to him that it was time to replenish himself, not only in body but in supernatural power. He threw one last glance towards the dining hall, his gaze landing on a certain maid before he made his way towards the staff dining room, the stone flower resting peacefully in his pocket.

The dining room for the staff was much less a room and more of a suite; golden accents littered the furniture like autumn leaves in the wind. Ease began slipping into his posture as he stepped onto it's smooth, lacquered marble floors, his mind only on one thing.

A wonderful tumbling clang of Kane's casual favorite, quartzite, reverberated off the walls as it was pulled from the Candy's specially reserved cabinets and poured into a sturdy bowl. The stone mage grabbed a few chunks and broke them like pieces of chocolate. He threw some in his mouth, savoring the taste as he munched away, looking for some granite as the perfect side.

Caly hadn't intended for her teasing to be interrupted, and she turned a glaring eye onto Bird Face. Her entrance was grand, and exceptionally loud as always. It grated on Caly's nerves, especially when it took time away from her play time with others. In fact, she was in such a bad mood now that she could hardly stand to tease Ares any longer. Everyone knows jokes aren't nearly as funny when you have to start from the beginning...

Turning back to golden boy and his pet, she stuck out her tongue mockingly and skipped away. She supposed she should go collect her portion of breakfast before role call, otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to eat until lunch. Or even worse, tomorrow! At that terrible thought her stomach growled loudly in protest. Slipping easily past the gathered groups of orphans that had scattered throughout the Dining Hall, her icy blue gaze suddenly caught sight of a certain old servant. He seemed to be walking briskly down the hallway, away from breakfast and from the screaming, bratty kids and Bird Face's screeching.

For once, Caly believed he had the right idea. In a spontaneous decision born from curiosity and trickery, the young orphan snuck her way back out to follow old man Kane. Freed and herself always had so much fun with him. Although, for some off reason, he never really wanted to play with them back. Freed told her it was because his age kept him from doing fun things. Poor guy was doomed to a boring life forever. Caly, of course, found it hard to sympathize. Tiptoeing a few feet behind the servant, she watched as he slipped into a room that she couldn't remember ever being in before. In fact, she was sure she had never been in this door. She had tried to get in multiple times before, but it had always been locked. This proved it had only been bad timing until now.

With wide eyes and an excitement that dug its way further and further into her psyche, it was as if she had been put under a trance. The call of every new experience she had been locked out of until now called to her and only her. For a brief moment Kane was forgotten, and Caly nearly walked right into the forbidden room until the mans figure snapped her back out into reality. Calypso glanced around the room. Almost everything was covered in a sheen of pure glitter. The floor reflected a mirror image of everything above it. A beautiful and expensive looking chandelier hung blindingly in the middle of the room. Caly couldn't take her eyes off of it. Sure, it was very pretty, but it also made for a good weapon.

Sweeping her eyes back to Kane, he seemed to have his back turned to his odd meal of rocks. Caly grimaced at his choice in food. He really was boring. He couldn't even eat good food. Sneaking her way behind one of the many lavish chairs in the room, she quietly followed the chandeliers chain. It was decorated in a way that made loops along the ceiling until it finally snaked its way down and wrapped around one of the fancy and very unnecessary pillars that stood in the room. Crouched down low, she made sure to keep one eye on Kane as she began untangling the chain. The fixture was so large and had so many glass ornaments hanging from it, it was hard not to use it as her next weapon of choice to finally end that old guys misery.

Brow furrowed, Kane opened his granite cabinet and was disappointed to find that his granite supply was running low. He made a mental note to snack on what he had left so he could the synthesize a new supply during the young ones' free hour. The subtle prickling sensation he had felt began to subside as his body processed the delicious, mineral-rich fuel. Rocks over my cooking, her reproachable voice echoed in his mind, on the days she'd actually remember to cook. Her tone erred on the disdainful as he'd get a painful pinch on a bruised cheek. The cabinet door closed, perhaps a little too hard.

Just then, he stiffened. The vibrations were duller and blurred than before thanks to his lack of replenishment, but he felt them. There was a flicker of an idea of who it could be, but Kane couldn't be sure until tiny feet stepped onto the smooth marble floors of the staff dining suite. A ghost of an expression somewhere between knowing scorn and amusement appeared on his face as he felt Calypso pause to take in her surroundings and make sure he was unaware. He could imagine those twisted little cogs in the little witch's head turning, planning her way of attack. He continued to munch away, feigning ignorance to her approach towards the corner of the room. She stopped, and though Kane could not exactly pinpoint the reason for this pause, he felt her mischievous eye on him.
What does this make? Kane wondered almost absentmindedly. The sixth time, his memory told him faithfully. Indeed, what had begun as a result of pure shenanigan spirit was now in it's sixth run as a personal murderous game of sweepstakes for the little she-devil. Despite her losses , she came back every time with fresh, murderous resolve and a creativity that the stone mage himself could not help but find a touch comical. If anything, this could be seen as a long-winded and sometimes painful lesson in persistence for the young one.

The soft, obvious clink of untangling chain signaled for Kane to finally turn around, his gaze roaming the room until it found it's target. There, stood Caly, a chain in her tiny grip, with a wicked grin on her face. The chain was attached to the glass chandelier in the middle of the parlour, hanging precariously over the promise of absolute oblivion in the form of hundreds, searing pieces of glass. Kane's eyes narrowed.

Just as Kane turned to find Caly, she unclenched her hand that had been keeping the chandelier steady. There was just a split second of pure silence; a blissful second that was easy to miss until it was interrupted with the ear piercing sound of millions of tiny glass ornaments breaking into shards all over the sleek, tiled floor. Swiftly taking refuge behind the pillar that had once acted as an anchor for the light fixture, she heard the millions of broken pieces hit the front of it. Although it was only for a few seconds, Caly liked the sound. It was similar to tons of tiny wind chimes being hit at once.

Then, all fell quiet again. Peeking out from around the pillar, she saw the the once perfect chandelier had broken in several places, and every glass ornament from it was left shattered around it. Sweeping her gaze over to Kane, it was clear that he had not been expecting this move. Taking his hesitation as an invitation, she quickly stooped down to grab one of the hundreds of broken shards left and ran up on him.

"Pounce!" She screamed as she jumped to grab onto him, her little fist that held such a dangerous weapon raised high, ready to be swung down hard on the servants shoulder.

An explosion of glass happened in a crescending flash of sound and light. A thousand shards flew towards the Candy, ready to pierce flesh, only to find an armour of back-breaking stone to greet them. Kane lowered a protective stone arm to shield his eyes, the only part he did not have a chance to fully transform. As he did, his seismic senses alerted him to the incoming footfalls of Caly as she sprung in the air with a terribly long and sharp shard in her hand, poised to strike. Kane was quick to catch her mid-air by the arm, his grip like iron. His silver eyes flashed. The glass fragment was now stone.

"What a finale," Kane said contemptuously, making a show out of plucking the stone shard out of her grasp and crumbling it in his own. He took a sweeping look at the destruction, and paused, as if in consideration. "Four out of ten."

Caly yelped in a healthy mixture of surprise, anger and pain as Kane managed to catch her in mid air, his grip like a vice around her tiny arm. She felt the jagged, sharp edges of the glass shard turning quickly to cold, smooth stone. It was quickly snatched out of her hand. As if to mock her, he let the once dangerous weapon crumble in front of her face. The young girl scowled at him and began flailing her legs in a feeble attempt to kick the old crone right in the gut.

"Let me go you big buffoon! You're just scared! Let me go and well see who the big guy is!"

Kane resisted the urge to roll his eyes and set the tiny she-devil down, the grip of his hand sure to produce a fair bit of bruising. He pushed her along towards the exit, taking care of any stray pieces of glass. Like clockwork, a small mob of Blushing were at the door, carrying supplies to clean the mess. They cast weary eyes on Caly, some unable to hide their shock that such a small creature could create so much chaos. They did not question Kane as he personally escorted the little witch to role call in the Grand Hall.

As Caly and Kane walked down the hallway )She had no intention of running away. She had done what she needed to do.) she purposefully cast mischievous glares towards the skittish Blushings, enjoying the fearful responses she received. Sure, she was a kid but she knew it probably looked comical to outsiders to see just how scared the adults here were of children. It was pathetic.

As they made their way to the Grand Hall, the stares of the children and the Blushing in charge of role call were somehow very loud. The children seemed curious as to why the infamous six year old was coming in late with Kane of all Candies. The Blushing who Caly couldn't put a name to just seemed slightly put off, but continued calling names.
"You guys wouldn't believe it if I told you," Caly began grumpily, "but this geezer tried to KIDNAP me. Take me from the orphanage and keep me in some creepy house of his!" Pointing an accusatory thumb back at Kane she hurried over to join the others, feigning a nervous demeanor to add to the story.

The Candy stood behind her, tall and imposing but also somewhat jaded, not batting an eye as he spoke. "Hold your tongue, Calypso," he said, his tone almost disinterested, as if he had heard this 'tale' a thousand times over. "Or else it won't just be destruction of Orphanage property that you'll be disciplined for."

Caly merely rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as if to physically inform him that she did not, in fact, care what he had to say. She'd like to see the old man try and catch her. She was quick as a mouse! The evidence was laying dead on her dorms floor as they spoke. However she didn't make a peep after their little exchange, wanting everything to just be quiet for a moment so she could plan her revenge. Even at the mere thought of getting back at Kane managed to spark that intense bloodlust she had felt this morning again, which drew her into a more reclusive state for the time being as the Blushing droned on.

The stone mage gave a confirmatory nod to the Blushing in charge of Calypso's group before turning around to resume a quick supervision of the role call. His armour had long since dissipated, but surprisingly, he felt a sliver of blood, cut open by a stray piece of glass, well up and trickle down his cheek. He wiped it off, a ghost of a derisive smile on his lips.
Lesson learned.

MENTIONS | Heterological Coyote Sm0ochys BluEndings TeikiFox Firelie Phayne

coded by reveriee.

Spoiler: ID CARDS

 

[TeikiFox]

Collab Post with Felicia/ Firelie​

Blushing Servant

Thalia Eire
"Just the routine."

Breakfast went by in a flash, yet still Felicia could feel the gazes against her back. She didn't dare turn to see who was so fixated with her. She simply wanted out of the child packed cafeteria. She moved stiffly through the line, picked up her food, sat down at a secluded table, and scarfed down the entirety of the meal. She barely had the time to taste the food she was eating, far more concerned with leaving.

With her meal completed, she stood stiffly, food tray in hands, and walked to the proper receptacles. Felicia kept her head up, despite the constant threat of hungry, curious gazes preying on her mind. She slid her trash into the can and slid her food tray atop the trays of other orphans who finished her food. She headed for the door next, moving as quickly as possible without arousing notice, or inflaming her already stinging wound. Felicia pushed open the cafeteria door and stepped out just as the speaker crackled to life to announce role call was fast approaching. Felicia inwardly groaned and glanced at the current of orphans heading out of the cafeteria behind her. Making note of the direction they were heading, which was most probably towards the place they called role, Felicia turned on a heel and began in the opposite direction, having no desire to be quite literally called out. If she was to get in trouble for it, then so be it. She could probably just feign ignorance, anyways.

Mornings didn't generally hold surprises. Some of the younger ones had joined her table, now holding some of the pens in their hands as they scribbled on a ripped out sheet of paper. They seemed happy enough, watching their faces for a moment before returning to examine the rest of the cafeteria. At this point, the blushing hardly ever blamed anyone if it was simply teasing- there were worse off things that could happen and Spoiled were meant to be exactly that- spoiled and dangerous. Stronger than a few tainted words. It had been rather unexpected to see Kane arrive late, generally one to set a good example and keep his position secure as Candy. She would take note of it, returning a nod of greeting and understanding. Words weren't needed, nor were they safe. That had been found out a while ago.

"Alright, I would like my pens back," an arm extended outwards, grabbing the assortment of colors and placing them into a back pocket. After a few moments, they would disappear back into her room as they had been this morning. None bothered to argue against it, role call was fast approaching and pens truly weren't anything extraordinary. Thalia had started packing up a little earlier than normal, though, lifting herself up to glance around the cafeteria once more before following one of the orphans. They had to be new by the looks of it, heading off in the wrong direction as though they didn't know what came of being late.

"Excuse me. I'm going to offer you some advice." It wasn't a question. The blushing didn't want to see a new one already get in trouble, yet such a thing had happened all too often before. Best to not do the same again. "But first, can I have your name?"

Felicia stopped as Thalia approached her. She really had wished she could have just slunk away to hide. The child's posture tensed as she turned to face the servant. A skeptical green gaze examined Thalia closely. "Wot?" She responded coldly. Strangely, the girl had a thick british accent that was extremely apparent even through just the single word she spoke. She cast her eyes downward, allowing the brim of her hat to obscure the top of her face. Felicia certainly wasn't going to give the servant her name. That was just asking for trouble, in her mind.

At first it felt like a reason to be annoyed, but a small smile would form, almost imperceptible. They seemed to have some experience then, or they had truly not heard her. The former made more sense, so the housekeeper would skip past the question. "Second, it's best to stay out of trouble. Being new doesn't work as a 'get out of jail' free card and some of the places here are dangerous. There will be free time later, but it's important not to miss role call." Brown eyes would watch green, trying to figure out how much needed to be said. On one hand, she didn't want the kid to run off, but brushing off her words wouldn't be any better.

Felicia's head snapped up, meeting Thalia's gaze with a intrigued glint. "Dangerous? Wot? 's jus' role call. I can take a couple'a minutes in time out, y'know. I can 'andle meself. Thank you very much, missus." She responded with much sass, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly, determined to skip role call, oblivious to the repercussions. "Plus, I dun' even live 'ere. I'm just 'ere roight now because of um..." She stopped and thought to herself for a second. "Circle... Stance." She finished, pretty certain that was the right phrase. She meant to say circumstance, but she only vaguely knew what the phrase meant, or how to say it. Still, she used the word, thinking it may prove to the housekeeper she was in fact mature enough to handle herself.

Ignorance- it was plain to see, further proving that this girl was new. Very new. It didn't matter whether or not they had experience if they couldn't keep themselves out of trouble. How did one explain this place without making it seem so much worse? Others were able to live in simple bliss, yet she suspected the newcomer wouldn't do the same. "This is your new home. Not much choice is given to kids on the subject." Mature or not, it truly didn't matter. Other blushings- and certainly candies- wouldn't be so kind as to give this kid a chance. "I suggest that instead of taking this blindly, you first follow directions and watch what happens to the ones who don't. Then you can truly decide if missing a simple roll call is worth it."

"I... I see." She nodded, her stubbornness faltering. She recognized this sort of situation. It was the same thing with businesses that had their hands in illegal dealings. something she wasn't supposed to know about. "Foine then, I'll show up. Not cuz you told me, though." She huffed and walked past Thalia, all of her stubbornness returning. "Cuz I wanna." She continued as she past her towards the sea of orphans heading for the great hall, as if she was getting in the last word.

Had she gone too far? It seemed perhaps so until the fire was back, a small child brushing past her as if they had ended up on top. Comedic, almost, but the housekeeper wouldn't comment on it for fear that her words would topple down and the kid would run back into danger. Thalia would pause in the hallway, making sure no one else was going the wrong way and allowing the new kid some time to get ahead, before wandering over to the great hall as well. She was supervising the harvest roll call, so at least it would be easier to make sure the girl was doing alright. A hushed mutter, "No wonder patience is a virtue."

photo by arthurhenri on deviantart; interactions: KaramelKarma ; mentions: npcs, Ares/Caly very briefly

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She skipped over, only now noticing the other person with 'that kid' as the older boy had said. The girl still had her tray of food, somehow managing not to spill anything despite the bounce in her skip. Not that there was anything left to spill, the abandoned english muffins slowly migrating to the center of the plate. Unknown would sit herself down with the other two, not bothering to ask if that was alright. How else was she going to meet new people?

"Hey!" The exclamation was more directed to 'that kid'. "An older student said you knew secrets and played tag! You do, right? Playing tag isn't fun with just one person..." her attention would now direct itself to the other person, one knee bouncing as she spoke. "Ooh- wanna play tag as well? Or any game really, I just wanna run around. But three's better than two and you're here!" It was obvious in her mind, except for the fact that they couldn't run around in the cafeteria. But there had to be recess right? Not running for an entire day would be torture. There was still the rest of the day to find out, though!

"Ack!" The roll call announcement surprised her, but after six days, it was one of the things that she actually did remember. Even that wasn't much remembering, just: great hall, being late is bad, #0327. Easy enough, right? "We're all in the same group right? Let's go together then!" Bouncing to her feet, the girl would grin. Disposing of breakfast was the first step, immediately going against her plan as she scampered off to complete that task. But she would return, if only to make sure that they would start to follow her into the hallway once they were ready.

"D'ya know what else we'll hafta do?" At this point, Unknown hadn't bothered to look, potentially losing both of her companion- or not. Continuing into the crowd, she would slip between the people to get to the great hall, her number muttered under her breath.

Names Collected

New kid
Unknown
#0327

photo by badenlily on tumblr; interactions: BluEndings , Heterological ; mentions: Elias

 

[Peckinou]

Vye Notre​

Vye rose from their bed soon stretching out their arms, their usual cheerful grin was turned upside down, and their eyes that were usually filled with glee now looked fully dead, without even a hint of emotion being seen through them. They honestly hated mornings and looking at the time from the clock that was on their wall, they had missed breakfast, that honestly sucked but it was worth the few extra minutes of rest, sorta. They may of had it coming though since they only slept for half of their schedule bedtime, but it didn't really matter that much to her since she didn't have to deal with a large crowd at the very least, which was likely the best part about waking up late. Getting out of bed Vye let out a yawn, as they did one final stretch, this time including her legs in it as well, her body went limb when she was done though and she stood there dazed for a moment before finally moving to put on her uniform and exit the room. Heading over to where the sinks were ,Vye grabbed their toothbrush and turned on the sinks faucet in order to wet their toothbrush before adding toothpaste to it, before applying it to her mouth and proceeding to brush. After a few moments she spit the tooth paste out of her mouth, before going on to take some water from the faucet and gargle, before then spitting out the water. She then looked herself in the mirror and wiped off her mouth before cupping her hands together in order to gather a bit of water that was pouring from the faucet and apply it onto her face until she felt more awake and refreshed. She then went on to look herself in the mirror, taking only a moment to fix their messy hair, it use to take longer before they had it cut, but she liked the new look quite a bit nonetheless. She gave herself one final before sending a smirk towards the mirror and posing, "Looking good as always Vye, you could stare in the mirror for ages and never get tired of staring at that lovely face of yours." Vye then switched to another pose before going on to look at the clock. Releasing a sigh they go on to say one final thing to their reflection "As much as i would love you admire you all day, I must part now or the old folks will go crazy from not being able to see my lovely face for so long." then giving their reflection a wave of goodbye before finally leaving the room.

Vye didn't even bother running and instead went on to walk with a purpose towards the grand hall, they knew they would make it, sorta on time at the very least , she would of atleast arrive by the time they called their name if not for anything else. But upon getting into sight of the Grand Halls doors, to their surprise students were still trying to get in, which was sorta disappointing to say the least since they could have made a more spectacular entrance if they were truly late. Though they atleast didn't have to deal with a large crowd which made it seem more tolerable at the very least, which was more then enough reason to keep the smug grin on their face as she went on to skip their way into the Grand Hall. Upon finally getting inside though, they spun around and went on to announce their grand entrance with a what one would call fabulous pose "Everyone may now rest easy, for i know that you all have missed being in my glorious presence! But fear not, for i, the great, illustrious and wonderful Vye, have now made my appearance, you are all now permitted to sing songs of praise in my name knowing that i will hear you!" her voice resonated in the hall, being loud enough to be heard by anyone in it and likely outside of it. The cheerfulness in her voice also carried with it , the ability to cheer up the mood of the room. Even if it backfired against some they knew that their captivating voice would influence the emotions of atleast a majority of the orphans in the room, into a positive and cheerful light for them.



Mentions: (Everyone in the Grand Hall) Freed Phayne , Caly Pipsqueak , Sara liostwolf , Kane KaramelKarma , Samantha BasilOwO , Unknown TeikiFox , Marigold madochi , Ares Shadow Alpha .

 

[Heterological]

• Markus
• Kira

• 
  
  Calling attention to yourself was the last thing you wanted to do in the orphanage, so Markus would always try keeping away from the trouble kids. He kept an eye on the people walking towards his corner, especially the wild ones.
  
  It was how his eyes landed on Rainbow Boy, the chaotic ball of nature that Markus did NOT want to attract. Usually, the boy stayed in the center of the cafeteria, where there was the most action. But today, that was not the case. After Rainbow Boy was turned down by an older (and much wiser) kid, he turned straight towards Markus. He could feel what was about to be shouted into the cafeteria.
  
  "A corner kid!" Markus cringed internally and drew himself up, wondering why this misfortune had befallen him. It was a tiring day, and while Rainbow Boy might have been entertaining from a distance, direct interaction was a no-go.
  
  The kid ran straight at him and stopped two feet away, proclaiming, "Name's Ollie. I'm the second coolest kid here."
  
  Darting his eyes around, Markus looked around to see that there was no way out of the conversation. He sighed and reluctantly nodded his head to signify attention.
  
  Then, in a lower voice, Ollie begged, "Please give me some food."
  
  Markus rolled his eyes. He was not inclined to do something drastic. He especially wasn't going to do it in public, after the boy had asked some other kids for food before making a big scene of shouting at Markus and heading over. Ollie did look pretty hungry, but he had gotten himself into that position in the first place. Cause and effect existed in the universe, and you couldn't try causing more changes to negate effects. It would not work. Hopefully, Ollie wouldn't get too annoying from nagging and just move on to another victim.
  
  Markus told him in a scathing tone, "If you really want to beg for food, you should try being more discreet, instead of yelling it out in the middle of the cafeteria." Markus waved his hand at Ollie. "Now go bother someone else. I suggest just riding out the punishment, or scrounging in the woods for some non-poisonous berries."
  
  He turned back to his food and stabbed another bite of scrambled egg with his fork, not bothering to look up at Ollie. Markus wanted to show complete disinterest; he had found that it was effective in deflecting the energetic kids.
  
  "Hey!" Markus looked beyond Ollie, to find an energetic girl here. She told Ollie, "An older student said you knew secrets and played tag! You do, right? Playing tag isn't fun with just one person..."
  
  Markus scoffed for a second, rolling his eyes. In the orphanage, if you played tag with a red-eye, you would definitely get battered up. Most of them were crazy competitive, and they rough-housed all the time. He looked at the new girl and didn't recognize her. She must have arrived a couple of days ago, with a personality like Ollie; they'd get along great. More importantly, they would distract each other. Seizing his chance, Markus got up, ignoring the words spoken to him while he did so. He quickly made his way out into the hallway and turned the corner before he stopped.
  
  Markus double-checked that his uniform was crisp and fit properly. He buttoned his cuffs, made sure his cloak was symmetrical, and combed his hair with his fingers, eliminating all of the knots in his hair. Triple-checking that everything was in order and noting the large groups leaving, he got up and exited, following the other various groups of orphans to the grand hall.
  
  Timing his arrival with a group of four other boys around his age, Markus slipped into a group, making his way towards the back. The grand hall was very flashy and full of detail, which could create a sensory overload. He regained his senses and headed towards one of the groups, managed by Ms. Eire. One of his favorite Blushings, mostly because she didn't give him too much crap if he kept to himself. Markus made his way towards the back of the group, like always, farther away from the Candies roaming the center of the room.
  
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  Time had slipped away from her; by the time Kira had finished yet another daydream, ignoring all the other crazy orphans, she realized that Fred had exited the dining hall. Realizing that there was no way she'd catch him now, she relaxed and enjoyed the rest of her food.
  
  While other orphans expended their energy when eating, Kira preferred consuming as much sugar as possible when eating, to focus her hyperactive-ness during free time. She had the most freedom during then, so why conserve energy?
  
  As she finished the rest of her food, a late teenager walked in, sporting a ridiculous pose and yelling something about singing. Kira snorted at his antics and then cheerfully walked out of the room. Something about him had reminded her of setting things on fire... she wasn't sure why.
  
  Kira set off for the grand hall, skipping and humming a happy tune. Finally, the psychopathic girl arrived at the entrance. She made sure her impromptu knife wouldn't fall out before hurrying into the grand hall. Stopping to look at all the pretty chandeliers and carvings and paintings, Kira had a huge grin on her face. Gold melted at 2000 degrees. It would just take a little gasoline fire to burn it down! Destruction was almost as satisfying as killing.
  
  She skipped into her group, where she could see one of the girls that gave the Rock Candy, as she called him, so much grief. Caly was her name. Kira smiled and slipped behind her. The girl was a handful, and she enjoyed watching her freak out. The roll call went on, and she filtered out the mindless droning of the Blushings and Candies. There was just nothing to do. Except...
  
  Cracking a mischievous smile, Kira carefully brushed her fingers against Caly's hair, making sure to provide the slimmest of touches that would barely be felt, before quickly retreating her hand back to her side and looking innocent. She kept on with this routine every five to ten minutes or so: just scarce enough so that Caly wouldn't be looking for it all the time, while simultaneously being annoying enough that the girl would eventually snap somehow. Kira intently looked at Caly every time she did it, ready for the slightest bit of movement so that she would be able to draw her hand back in time before she got caught.
  
  Poking a fire was usually not recommended. Or however the saying went. Poking a sleeping bear? That was probably closer to the real saying. Poking a sleeping bear was usually not recommended, but Kira wanted to aggravate the bear, so it was fine.
  
  KaramelKarma
  Mentions: Peckinou (Vye)
  

 

[lion.]

"You murdered him."
My heart strings broke
And it was me
I pull they stretch infinitely
In the summer silence
I was getting violent
In the summer silence

Mama's Gun
by Glass Animals

· mood

Curious.

· location

Main hall

· mentions/interations

@Sei Shonagon Sm0ochys

“No, you guys hit the showers first. I wouldn’t dream of stealing the hot water from you. I-- care too much about you to do that,” said he, quick as silver. A mesmeric smile whittles itself on his pastel lips. Retreating in wait, his statuesque shadow panned over the plaid tiles in a spell so binding of good will that the early rays added upon him in stipples of gold.

Morons, actually fucking believed it all.

Thereby, Winter’s shower was cold. Torrents of stinging blue numbed his funeral white skin. Globules of water beated down his head, seeping into his hair that from root to tip was driven blizzard white. Liquescent—the droplets raced. Down the ovular frame of his face, they dripped into arctic puddles below. Uninterruptedly, he pulled himself to the middle of the cascading showerhead, tearing his neck back to the maximal limit. Icicled streams splashed hither and yon, hailing into his eyes which gruelingly reddened like a white rose prickling with tasteless vermillion blood. Widening, the water sprayed far, lathing down his back and torso. When the shivers eventually struck up his spine, he discovered an infinite fondness for it. It had done the deed, rinsing the piratical curve of amiability off his lips. For a moment, he wore an expression above his jutted chin that had the same collinearity to his true identity: volatile and empty.

An infringement in time later, his arms brambled through the sleeves of an ironed-pressed uniform shirt, forcefully wrenching the buttons into their nicks. The sanded cloth stiffened as his hands froze upon his collar. Puckering with the buttons too harshly reopened the blisters of black and blue cuts on his fingers. That was all too bad. He didn’t even prey on anyone last time. What a useless shift. He lent up the black cloak, the composition of fabric so dark it made comparisons to starless nights dull. Tossing it over his shoulders, it treaded over rearwards like a curtain that hid away his haunting shadow who slinks so conjointly to him that one breadth of air can change the meaning of a laugh from east to west. Then, he was off.

The cafeteria was a monochromatic scene to Winter that ceaselessly played Casanova. He was within such bounds, waving to others with saccharine smiles, winking eyes and propounding gestures that could be indexed as romantic as the blooming Renaissance. Granted, there was a single saving grace for the acting. The dinner. For now, he bore into the cafeteria’s breakfast delicacies, rawly knifing the bacon into severed individual pieces, so he could ravenously relish it. In the wandering interval from the strike of the clock to roll call, he is coaxed to an openly sociable conversation with the boy who sits nearby with bleached jasmine hair and eyes so knowing and wide that it belittled a practical owl.

“Paris! Finally—it’s been a while,” he says, words complimenting together like a lulling tide before a crashing wave, “Almost like you’re avoiding me... but you aren’t right?”

And, if his words were waves, Winter’s eyes were the ocean. You saw me shift, that one night, didn’t you brat? Paris’ face washed out with a vexing loom of paleness.

"W-Winter of course not, y-you're always so b-busy with the younger ones I-I wouldn't want to take up their or y-your time,” he reassures, but Winter Apello was sure his heart was stuttering. Right into his palms.

“I’m just kidding. Don’t take me that seriously,” he drifingly rubs his neck, leering at him with parody, “How’s the hash browns today? Crunchy? Want mine? I’m not that hungry.” Emphasizing, he prods the hashbrown onto Paris’ plate.

“T-Thank you for looking after me, y-you really don't have to force yourself l-like this though,” Paris counters politely.

“Then, let me pour you some water,” Winter intervenes, “Oh, I missed the cup a little. We all make mistakes, don’t we?” The water expands over the tablecloth, soaking into the table.

”B-Brother, you cannot forget to take care of y-yourself as well!” Paris exclaims whereupon observing that Winter’s nails have rifted asunder with virulent patches of purples and blues. He had been keeping their talk back to back at an accelerated speed. Instead, now, he freezes. A wisp of air blows from his mouth, and as cutlery tinked and volumes tankered, his lips pull with the murmur, “I should be telling you that.”

Superficial associations later, he ends up winding down the grand hall which could make Midas double over. Candle light and chandeliers are worth the eyesore, but there is such joy when he could see the outline of one particular individual who he had in mind, yet to figure out in all of their fifteen years together.

She had bedridden hair of a Zebra’s mane.

Drooping eyelids.

Jinx.

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Winter Apello.

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“No, you guys hit the showers first. I wouldn’t dream of stealing the hot water from you. I-- care too much about you to do that,” said he, quick as silver. A mesmeric smile whittles itself on his pastel lips. Retreating in wait, his statuesque shadow panned over the plaid tiles in a spell so binding of good will that the early rays added upon him in stipples of gold.

Morons, actually fucking believed it all.

Thereby, Winter’s shower was cold. Torrents of stinging blue numbed his funeral white skin. Globules of water beated down his head, seeping into his hair that from root to tip was driven blizzard white. Liquescent—the droplets raced. Down the ovular frame of his face, they dripped into arctic puddles below. Uninterruptedly, he pulled himself to the middle of the cascading showerhead, tearing his neck back to the maximal limit. Icicled streams splashed hither and yon, hailing into his eyes which gruelingly reddened like a white rose prickling with tasteless vermillion blood. Widening, the water sprayed far, lathing down his back and torso. When the shivers eventually struck up his spine, he discovered an infinite fondness for it. It had done the deed, rinsing the piratical curve of amiability off his lips. For a moment, he wore an expression above his jutted chin that had the same collinearity to his true identity: volatile and empty.

An infringement in time later, his arms brambled through the sleeves of an ironed-pressed uniform shirt, forcefully wrenching the buttons into their nicks. The sanded cloth stiffened as his hands froze upon his collar. Puckering with the buttons too harshly reopened the blisters of black and blue cuts on his fingers. That was all too bad. He didn’t even prey on anyone last time. What a useless shift. He lent up the black cloak, the composition of fabric so dark it made comparisons to starless nights dull. Tossing it over his shoulders, it treaded over rearwards like a curtain that hid away his haunting shadow who slinks so conjointly to him that one breadth of air can change the meaning of a laugh from east to west. Then, he was off.

The cafeteria was a monochromatic scene to Winter that ceaselessly played Casanova. He was within such bounds, waving to others with saccharine smiles, winking eyes and propounding gestures that could be indexed as romantic as the blooming Renaissance. Granted, there was a single saving grace for the acting. The dinner. For now, he bore into the cafeteria’s breakfast delicacies, rawly knifing the bacon into severed individual pieces, so he could ravenously relish it. In the wandering interval from the strike of the clock to roll call, he is coaxed to an openly sociable conversation with the boy who sits nearby with bleached jasmine hair and eyes so knowing and wide that it belittled a practical owl.

“Paris! Finally—it’s been a while,” he says, words complimenting together like a lulling tide before a crashing wave, “Almost like you’re avoiding me... but you aren’t right?”

And, if his words were waves, Winter’s eyes were the ocean. You saw me shift, that one night, didn’t you brat? Paris’ face washed out with a vexing loom of paleness.

"W-Winter of course not, y-you're always so b-busy with the younger ones I-I wouldn't want to take up their or y-your time,” he reassures, but Winter Apello was sure his heart was stuttering. Right into his palms.

“I’m just kidding. Don’t take me that seriously,” he drifingly rubs his neck, leering at him with parody, “How’s the hash browns today? Crunchy? Want mine? I’m not that hungry.” Emphasizing, he prods the hashbrown onto Paris’ plate.

“T-Thank you for looking after me, y-you really don't have to force yourself l-like this though,” Paris counters politely.

“Then, let me pour you some water,” Winter intervenes, “Oh, I missed the cup a little. We all make mistakes, don’t we?” The water expands over the tablecloth, soaking into the table.

”B-Brother, you cannot forget to take care of y-yourself as well!” Paris exclaims whereupon observing that Winter’s nails have rifted asunder with virulent patches of purples and blues. He had been keeping their talk back to back at an accelerated speed. Instead, now, he freezes. A wisp of air blows from his mouth, and as cutlery tinked and volumes tankered, his lips pull with the murmur, “I should be telling you that.”

Superficial associations later, he ends up winding down the grand hall which could make Midas double over. Candle light and chandeliers are worth the eyesore, but there is such joy when he could see the outline of one particular individual who he had in mind, yet to figure out in all of their fifteen years together.

She had bedridden hair of a Zebra’s mane.

Drooping eyelids.

Jinx.

 

[Pipsqueak]

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Calypso

(She/Her)

"I don't see how it's my fault that THEY got hurt. If ya ask me, they shoulda been more careful."

Mood: Playful, excited

Mentions: @KaramelKarma @Heterological

Location: Main Hall

Interaction: Kira

Why do all the monsters come out at night?

x

x

x

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Sociopath (Piano)

Lucas King

It took a while for Caly to finally calm down enough to pay attention to the Blushing in charge of role call. The excitement of participating in the game with Kane was still coursing through her tiny body, and she hardly manged to sit still until her name was called.

"You saw me walk in you blind bat." Caly muttered under her breath. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, which reminded the orphan that Kane had caused her to skip breakfast.

'He wants me to starve because I almost killed him! Is kidnapping an innocent kid not enough?!' Her mind raced with all of the possibilities that could be presented now. This certainly gave her a reason to try another hand in the game, yet it was probably still too early to go through with anything. The old man was most likely still on edge and would be expecting her. She certainly wouldn't take any of his food. Gross... The young girl was so deep in thought that she hadn't felt the small brushes through her blond hair until a few moments later. On instinct she turned to face the person behind her. An older girl with pretty, short white hair stood, unfazed and gazing over Caly towards the Blushing. She couldn't remember the name of this orphan. In fact, she was sure she had never even seen her before. To be fair, Caly wasn't the most observant of others unless she wanted something.

It didn't seem like the older girl was paying attention to her, so Caly turned back around, waiting to see if she felt the sensation again. After another five minutes passed, it happened again. Hardly there but noticeable enough to be a bother. Caly stood motionless, counting down until she hit almost seven minutes. Again, the slight brush happened. Again, Caly sat and waited. Another eight minutes passed and yet again, the odd sensation. This time Caly was prepared. She snapped her hand back to grab whatever decided to get in her personal bubble. Half expecting to find nothing (She was a big believer in the paranormal. Perhaps it was a ghost?) she instead felt cold, very real slender fingers brush by. Caly turned again to face the "innocent" unnamed orphan.

"Hello ghosty," She offered politely, "My name is Caly. It's ok, I know my hair is soft. You practically can't keep your hands off of it can ya!" She giggled excitedly, bouncing on the tip of her toes. It wasn't a question.

"After role call I'll let you braid my hair since you're so obsessed with me. Consider it a gift from my heart! We can go to my room and I'll even let you hold my brush. It'll probably be a real honor to you, but you don't have to be a fluf...floost...um... you don't have to be nervous. Do you want my autograph? I don't know how to spell my name too good but I'll try my best for you little puppy! I heard autographs were real nice to give to people who stalk you or something." No malice was held in her tone. In fact, she seemed almost excited to have her own admirer. More admirer's meant more people to do things for you! Everybody knew that.

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[BluEndings]

W h i t e

R a b b i t

H o m e

"If you really want to beg for food, you should try being more discreet, instead of yelling it out in the middle of the cafeteria."

"Now go bother someone else. I suggest just riding out the punishment, or scrounging in the woods for some non-poisonous berries."

Ollie’s posture drooped, and his gaze averted. This sounded exactly like something Sis would say. ‘You sow what you reap’ or whatever. At the very least he had a new lead. Outdoor time was next, so it would be the best time to sneak into the woods and look for some noms. But how was someone meant to tell poisonous and non-poisonous berries apart?

He grinned to himself.

It just so happened that he had a great natural intuition. After all, he only got this advice because he knew exactly the kid to ask in the first place. It was no surprise considering he was the protégé to the smartest person in the orphanage. This would be as easy as cake. He would just need to get by the chaperone. There’s no way they would allow him to get his hands on the bounty of the forest, so slipping past them would be a must.

"An older student said you knew secrets and played tag! You do, right? Playing tag isn't fun with just one person..."

Huh? Was this someone Ollie recog—

"Ooh- wanna play tag as well? Or any game really, I just wanna run around. But three's better than two and you're here!"

Ollie couldn’t get a word in before the roll call announcement filled up the room. Already? Time sure did fly when you were busy begging for people to give out of the kindness of their hearts.

"We're all in the same group right? Let's go together then!"

And just like that she was gone. The other boy too. He must’ve escaped while Ollie was distracted by the newcomer. Cheeky fella. It wouldn’t be long before the entire Dining Hall cleared out of people, and he hadn’t even managed to land a lick of food. No sight of his friends today either.

He ruffled his hair with his fingers.

No point in thinking about it now; he had a newcomer to catch!

Pitter patter. Pitter patter.
The sound of feet scampering amongst the halls and turning corners just a smidge too quickly. It was lucky that most of the Housekeepers would be collected in the Grand Hall, as they likely wouldn’t appreciate the speed Ollie had taken to. And yet, even at what he considered to be his quickest there was no sight of the previous girl at all.

Oh.
He was going the wrong way.

It was easy enough to tell once the undeniable voice of a particularly eccentric individual—the ever flamboyant Vye—rang out from the opposite direction.

One full u-turn later, and Ollie had arrived at the proper destination. He may have only caught the end of Vye’s speech, but it was enough to clear away his stray thoughts. Something about the way she said things was especially inspiring. But that wasn’t important right now—

He needed to locate the earlier girl from amidst the crowd.
She was bound to be here somewhere...

OLLIE

Location:
Dining Hall > Grand Hall

Mood:
Eager

Mentions:
Unknown, Vye

Interactions:
—

[ID CARD]

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Hidden Scroll

Mood -

Exhausted

Interaction/Mention -

Caly, Ollie, Uknown

Tag -

madochi

Ares Lýkos

Awoooo

Ares stood in line dreading the time for uniform checks. It had always been something of a pain to him as he found the need for uniforms and the unusual need for them to be well dressed as absurd. It would make sense to look presentable on the off chance that one of them might be adopted, however he had never imagined a time where someone would overlook the normal children for his furred hide.

Ares' ears perked up as heard his name called and the immediate complaining of his current state. Shirt untucked, tie haphazardly wrapped around his neck as if it were a scarf, and not a single shoe or sock in sight. Like most mornings. As the blushing continued to rant, Ares let out a yawn exposing his canines and ran a hand through his hair to free up any knots. He knew he should've had Mari brush it thoroughly for him because he couldn't be bothered to do it himself. He noticed Caly, the girl that often teased him for some strange reason, and how she seemed to find a new playmate to mess with. Poor bird is already caught in the cat's paw. The blushing had just finished adjusting his tie and sent him along his way.

As Ares passed Caly and the poor thing that decided to get involved with her, he stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at her. There wasn't much to do alone as he headed into the Grand Hall until he spotted a girl seemingly looking down muttering a weird number to herself. That followed by a blonde boy randomly searching through the crowd was enough to make him realize he wanted nothing to do with those two. Ares was still wary of most of the orphans and staff besides the few whose names he bothered to remember. He just wanted to go outside already and deal with his nagging need to chase and hunt.

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