Bright Star Children's Home (Open, Just For Fun)
By
Arashi,
Posted on: 2006-08-30 09:10 in Roleplaying
Truefeather giggled good-naturedly, watching the fairy fly around. She seemed calm to a fault, and seemed to zone out watching the bright colors.
"...Miss Essex won't be happy if she finds us awake at this hour, though." True murmured distractedly, still smiling neutrally at the bright colors.
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The selfsame Miss Essex was startled out of her reading by the loud noise outside. Glancing around distractedly, she caught her breath.
Essex hurried downstairs, her blonde hair down and brushed, and a robe hastily tossed about her over her pyjamas.
"Oh dear...." she murmured from behind Archlich, reaching over to turn down the volume on the boom box. "What in the world are you doing out here? Come inside and I'll get you a glass of juice."
Letting him in, she sighed, looking down at the newest arrival with a smile. With all these new arrivals, she would need more help...
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
((Edited for great cross-posting justice!))
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
The boy stared up at both the lich and the android, glancing between each with his goggle-covered eyes. As soon as his boombox shorted out, he lifted it up into his arms, to bring it along with him as Essex let him into the house--he promptly ran over to the nearest couch and hid behind it, his steps thankfully silent.
"Knee deep in the [censored]..." He muttered quietly to himself, then stated, a little louder from behind the couch. "I'm sorry for being so late at night, sir and miss. I can just...hide if I'm bothering you. My lug...lug...lugga...stuff is what I'm carrying with me now. And my name is Jarrod Crosswell."
Archlich snorted in disgust at the child's fear as he started up the stairs to go back to his room.
"My name is Archlich, child. The female construct is known as Essex. She will show you to a temporary room. In the morning you and I shall discuss things, fill out paperwork, and get you a permanent room."
Annoyed at the length of his robe almost causing him to trip as he walked up the stairs, Archlich sighed in irritation and vanished in a small flash of light.
"Sweet dreams..." came the lich's voice, fading slowly.
OOC: Ah Archlich. How I missed you. *hug*
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Shiro snickered absently as he removed an empty plastic bottle from his jacket. He sat up in his bed and took a few drinks before slidding out of bed. He cloaked himself with an energy spin and made his way out of the boys room. Smiling and chuckling to himself, he proceeded to the girls' room. He cracked the door ever so silently to peek into the room.
((Does this mean Archie will be...STAYING?!))
Essex smiled a little after Archlich and shook her head. Retreating to the kitchen momentarily, she returned with a small glass of grape juice. Bending down to offer it to Jarrod, she smiled.
"Don't worry about Archlich." she said with a calm smile. "He's just a teddybear without any stuffing. Don't worry, you aren't bothering anyone."
She sat on the couch, and patted the seat next to her to motion for him to come and sit.
"Are you all right, Jarrod?" she asked the boy, scanning him quickly for injuries. "...You don't need to be frightened any more."
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
"Oh aye," Mags responded to True, "tha's true 'nuff. Sleep peacefully, friend." she flitted back to the windowsill, caught a glimpse of Shiro, and caused a thorny rosebush to grow in the doorway. Giggling, she laid down on a rose on the sill and fell asleep.
-@Wenchette
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[Insert long list of alts and only ONE level 50 after alll this time]
Outside, a kid stumbled through the bushes and tripped over a root to faceplant in the yard. He was a chubby little punk, maybe six years of age.
"Ow," he muttered as he picked himself back up, then looked back, "Huh... I guess Cedric wasn't chasing me..."
Kipland Durj turned about to get a better bearing on his location. Seeing the nursery, he did a double take.
"Huh... I don't remember these guys being one of my neighbors..."
His best friend, Sarah popped out of the bushes behind him. She tripped over the same root and started pouting she picked herself up. Kip helped her and tried to soothe and shush her.
"Now, now, Snuffy, we can't have your brother finding us!"
"Well, he won't beat me up..." she shakily squeaked back, "You, on the other hand..."
"Yeah, so don't make me make you eat dirt to keep ya quiet!"
"Why you little!"
Sarah tackled her friend to the ground and started raining blows upon his shoulders and the top of his head. Kip covered his face with his arms and half-laughed half-croaked-in-pain.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Jarrod crawled out slowly and hoisted himself up onto the couch, putting the boombox next to him and taking the glass in both hands. He nudged his mask down with the rim of the glass and started sipping away at it--carefully angling the glass so that it covered his face.
The scan for injuries gave off none that hadn't been healed, but they also showed the reason he was trying to cover his face--the entire right side of his face and his right arm had been scorched deeply. Though they had healed, the burn scars still remained.
After finishing his sipping, he scooted the mask back up and lay the empty glass down carefully on the arm of the couch. "I'm not scared...I just don't want to bother you or anybody else in here. I know it's late, and it's...gotta be a hassle."
"Come now, it's no trouble." Essex said to Jarrod evenly. "I don't need to sleep, and I'm certainly not going to turn you away. I'm glad to have you."
Standing up, she took the now-empty glass with a smile.
"Are you tired?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "I think the other boys are already sleeping. But there are plenty of beds."
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"Good night, Magda..." Truefeather yawned, watching as the fairy flew to the windowsill. The next moment, she was asleep again, looking perfectly content, as if nothing had happened.
Rosalind, however, was less content.
She fidgeted in bed, yanking on her blankets a little with her teeth, playing a game of tug with herself. She had to wait a little longer until Miss Essex came back upstairs...
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
Jarrod looked up at her, reaching into his pockets and pulling out some earphones, plugging them in to his boombox. "I've been running for all day, miss...I'd love to be able to sleep. Are you sure...they wouldn't mind me just coming in? And I need music to sleep by, but I have earphones to make sure nobody else can hear it. Would that be all right?" He said quickly, as if eager to actually head to sleep.
Behind Jarrod, out in the yard, Essex could see a little boy being chased by a little girl. She didn't recognize them. It was odd, what were they doing here? Why were they out so late? Why did the little girl tackle the boy and start grinding his face into the ground?
"You wanna make me eat dirt, huh?" she heard the little girl squeak, "Let's see how you like it!"
"Ghrgl-ngah!" the boy replied, "Brghlfr'dah!"
The girl stopped and picked the boy's head up out of the grass.
"What was that?" she sounded genuinely cocnerned.
"Ptoo!" the boy spat out a clump of grass, "I said, it tastes just fine. You should try it."
She frowned at him again, then planted his face into the dirt with and satisfactorily ground it in place.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
A pair of binoculars withdrew from the Boy's window.
"Well, boys, it's go time. Commence operation Coop Flown."
A wrapping of blankets flew out the window, and Curtis, Marcus, Reikoff, and Alpha all disappeared to god knows where.
((Do not want 6 Characters in thread lol.))
Prikker contentedly slept as Snikker eavesdropped on what was going on downstairs.
"Of course, sweetheart." Essex said soothingly. "Come on, I'll show you the room."
Heading up the stairs, she thought about the children outside, frowning slightly. Showing Jarrod to the boys' room, she lowered her voice so as not to disturb them.
"Go ahead and take any open bed." she whispered. "And if you need anything, come and find me, I'll be awake. Good night, Jarrod."
With that, she kissed him on the forehead and hurried back downstairs.
Opening the screen door onto the back, she called out to the children outside.
"Goodness, what are you kids doing out so late? Do you need something?"
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((I forgot how... Un-drama-ish Essex was here...
It's kinda creepy...))
((I get harshed quite regularly for being too drama-whorish in other threads, so I thought I'd balance it out, here. :P))
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((Pfft, people just don't know good drama when they hear... Well, uh, read it...
...Also, this Ess reminds me of my grandmother.
Just thought I'd mention it.))
((Did someone say 'Creepy'?))
skraaaaaaaank.... ...skraaaaaaaaaaank..... ....skraaaaaaaAAAAaaank....
The sound of metal dragging on cement could be heard approaching the house, interspersed between child-like grunting and arguing.
"Why... nnngh... do /we/ have to... ngh... do this?"
"Mmmm... *huff* Do you see anyone else... *huff* who would?"
"...S-Sorry for causing y-you guys trouble... Y-You don't have to do help me..."
"Shut up, you... nnnngh... blind idiot."
"I-I'm not blind! I-I'm telling you, it's a /one-way/ mirror! I-I can't see you from my side.."
"Whatever."
As they came into sight, the scene depicted two kids handling a rather high-end looking metal crate twice their size. Pulling from the front was an angry-looking and white-haired elven child dressed in a clean white shirt and black pants that looked a few sizes too large for him with a toy bow and set of arrows strapped to his back, pushing from the rear was a young red-skinned incubus who was far too provocatively dressed for someone his age, and visible through a window in the crate was a pale-skinned boy with black rings around his milky white eyes, dressed entirely in a black bodysuit.
The incubus spoke up between pants for breath. "Oh, look... *pant* There's the house there. We don't have long to go."
The elf groaned. "Don't have long? That's practically on the /horizon/. I'm not dragging this stupid box another yard."
The boy in the box spoke up. "Y-You could try opening the box again."
"We tried that already, you idiot. The stupid thing is jammed."
"Th-There's probably instructions on how to open it printed on the side."
The incubus and the elf idly stepped over to the latches on the crate, squinting at the lettering...
'Child-proof latch- lift and pull to open'
"...It reads... 'out of order'." To prove his point, the elf tugged on the door once again to no avail. "See? Fine. We'll pull it a little longer. You in the red skin, get on the other side and start pushing."
"Okay. <3"
skraaaaaaaank.... ...skraaaaaaaaaaank..... ....skraaaaaaaAAAAaaank....
"No thank you," Sarah called happily as she hopped up and put on her innocent face, "We're okay."
"Guh... wuh... p'thoo!" Kip struggled to his feet, "Ugh... Um... Uh..."
"Come on, Kip, say something!" Sarah hissed to him, "They probably won't like our playing in their yard..."
"We... uh... " Kip scratched his arm, "We were just playing... and kinda... wound up here..."
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Jarrod had clutched his boombox close to his body as Essex lead him on, already having cracked open the backside and fiddling inside with the electronics inside. Magic had an adverse effect on technology, and it was still shorted out--but with a little bit of tinkering later, the child managed to somehow even surpass the ancient archmage's magic, booting up the boombox again. He smiled as it glowed a soft, comforting blue color--it wouldn't just suffice as sleeping music, but it'd be a great Nite-Lite.
Jarrod crawled into bed, messing with the buttons and dials with one hand as he removed his hat with the other and put it on the table next to him. He was covered from head to two in multiple layers of thick leather--something that would NOT be good to sleep in, but also something that did not bother him in the least.
Where...was the...sleeping music?
Destroy all!
Destroy all...
OR NOTHING!
I dreamed I died, ended up at the gates of Heaven.
Greeted by a man, Saint someone, said "Hows the ride, son?"
"Its been alright, at times a little rough, but why am I here?"
"You did all right, lived a little dark, and thats all right.
'Cause we made the dark side, and the right side is to have no fear, no fear!"
My whole life flashed in front of me,
I saw everything that I was and what I had done,
Even let me look back on some good times for a little fun.
Yes, a little fun.
And then I heard "Damn, boy, you done good!
Did the every little thing that you could!"
And then I heard "Damn, boy, you done good!
Damn good!"
Jarrod smiled at the heavy guitar pounding into his eardrums, and then snuggled into the sheets and covers, refusing to pull a blanket over him--the leather he wore would be enough.
((Jarrod has interesting tastes in sleeping music. <_< ))
Danica stood on the bed, bobbing lightly, and shifting her feet. Her pillows were leaning against the wall, one of top of the other.
The little girl grunted as she threw a, for her age, forceful punch that made a satisfying *pmf*. She did it again, again, and again until feathers began covering the room.
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Little Burning rolled over, smiling happily at the feel of the warming sheets. He gasped as he saw blood-shot eyes staring at him, and quickly pulled himself under the covers.
A hand grabbed the edge of the sheets, pulling them back away from him, forcing him to look at those dark, cruel eyes. Burning began to cry softly, and buried his head in his arms, trying to keep the image away.
Blightlord nodded in satisfaction. The boy would get no sleep, as planned.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
[ACHOO!]
The feathers had been tickling at a particular half-naiad's nose as they were flung back and forth across the room.
Virelai was jerked out of her sleep and back into the realm of the waking, a fact that did not at all amuse her. She gritted her teeth. She was having such a nice dream, too. She was back with her family, and she was on a trip to an amusement park with them, eating ice cream...being with her family. Just being with them--something that she desperately wanted, but had quickly learned wouldn't be happening again.
She grunted as she pushed the hat off of her face and stood up completely on the bed, picking up one of her pillows off the bed and then hurling it over at Danica with all the force she could muster.
Danica gleefully did a spin kick, making the other pillow explode and practically filling the room with feathers.
She clapped at the rain of fluff, then promptly fell down, sleeping like... well, like a baby.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
[WHOCK!]
The force thrown had been enough--Danica may have been strong, but Virelai was much, much stronger, and the spinkick was promptly turned the other way and Danica landed face-first on the bed.
That, of course, did nothing about the fluff now filling the room completely.
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
"..."
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
"Aaaahh..."
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
[ACHOO!]
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--[ACHOO!]--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Magda yawned, and kitty-stretched, rubbing her eyes. She flitted up to Virelai, and touched her on the nose, soothing the sneezes.
"Be y'allergic t'feathers?"
-@Wenchette
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[Insert long list of alts and only ONE level 50 after alll this time]
OOC: >_> This may or may not be my only appearance.
BIC: The door was roughly yanked open from the inside almost as soon as the young child had finished talking. The porch lights flicked on and his boombox shorted out at the exact same moment as the door opened, revealing a short skeleton dressed in a dark green fluffy robe. It's pinprick blue eyes glared angrily at the child, not that the child would probably notice that as he probably didn't know how to spot emotions on something with no face.
"You're a bit late," Archlich hissed as he backed up and gestured inside. "But I am prevented from turning anyone away. Come inside and take a seat in the front room."
The lich paused for a second and then seemed to be gritting his teeth as he followed with a, "Do you have any other luggage with you? I may assist you in bringing it in."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.