A.I.S.H.A.
Artificial Integrated Social Human Algorithm
The Case of Lockheed Orphanage
for the Supernaturally Gifted
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Fantasy The Case of Lockheed Orphanage for the Supernaturally Gifted
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Chapter One: The Garden of Eden
The morning light felt young that day. Something new was sure to come and the wintry air was brisk. As the sun crested over the canopy of the dark woods like a mewling lion cub, the sound of ragged old cars approached the orphanage with supplies in tow. It was Sunday, December 5th and the spirit of Christmas was fresh on the minds of the waking orphans. They needed to submit their Christmas wish lists soon if they hoped to have any presents under the tree come the 25th. The halls smelled of fresh breakfast eggs and pine from the half-decorated tree that towered in the foyer of the Lockheed Orphanage.
While Uriel and Edgar chatted in the kitchen amidst the sound of cracking eggs and steaming coffee, men in uniform grunted and heaved large boxes of food, clothes, and other supplies for the orphanage for the week. The Professor and Arthur talked softly, exchanging pleasantries while the orphans trickled, little by little out of their rooms and towards the Breakfast Hall. The clock struck 8 AM and the day laid before them with renewed fervor. As the Caretakers took their routine tally of heads at the table, they noticed, however, that one among them was not present.
Abigail, whose countenance was often seen in a corner at the library during the early hours of the day, was no where to be found. The day, for now, continued as it always did: with breakfast, followed by the morning's studies. The Owner's ominous, stoic visage remained ever present in the portrait by the foyer, her statue overlooking the fields outside, and her presence... well, her presence lies hidden in some ways, visible in others. Only time will tell what is to become of the story that lay ahead of the orphans and their caretakers but for now, it begins with only a simple case of a missing orphan.
Welcome to Lockheed Orphanage for the Supernaturally Gifted
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Sunsmiter
And RNGesus said: "On the Seventh roll, death."
Ozymandias
Location: Breakfast
Location: Breakfast
Ozymandias had been lazily revising his latest mental Christmas list which was only a dozen pages long or so(and most likely filled with odd demands like "5ft cube of marble" and of course, at least twelve different demands for a cat. )Yawning dazedly, the golden-eyed orphan took his own confused look around the table, having nearly promptly forgotten when breakfast was despite having just woken up(in his defense it's entirely possible he took another six hour nap while sunbathing!). "I'm not late am I?" Oh well, it's possible Abigail just forgot breakfast, wasn't it? Oz himself had done so at least say....only three times so far. A record.
Either way, Oz wasn't one to remain silent. Fiddling with Aaru, the 14-year old waited exactly three seconds before blurting out: "Hey, Abigail's missing. Did the library get locked up overnight or what?"
Oz didn't seem to mind attention from any source except for exactly one. Although he would deny it forever, that portrait of the Owner always gave him shivers regardless if the portrait was under bright light or even recreated in his occasional nightmares. There was always a...thereness to it that unsettled him. A thereness always there no matter how many years may pass, how many waves of sand may bury it. A presence honestly you can't bribe him with a cat to face.
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One Thousand Club
Ethel was staring out the window, challenging herself to see how long she could sit still. She could always submit her list later, but right now, she was busy.
A few seconds after thinking that thought, Ethel thought she'd sat still long enough, and went to go read any books that might be laying around Lockheed.
The way she moved around from one activity to another, daydreamed a lot, and could literally move from one thought to another like lightning, you'd have thought that she was a child had you not seen or known her or just plain mad.
However, Ethel was about to go read, when she remembered breakfast and she ran in, hoping all the good food wasn't gone. And she forgot what time it was about twice a week on a good streak, nearly every day sometimes.
Ethel hoped she wouldn't be hit on the wrist, but it was likely not. She wasn't causing trouble, she was just scatterbrained, and since being a bit late happened so often, Ethel wasn't too bothered by it. Instead, Ethel went to the caretakers and asked if she could get her breakfast, a pen, and paper.
A few seconds after thinking that thought, Ethel thought she'd sat still long enough, and went to go read any books that might be laying around Lockheed.
The way she moved around from one activity to another, daydreamed a lot, and could literally move from one thought to another like lightning, you'd have thought that she was a child had you not seen or known her or just plain mad.
However, Ethel was about to go read, when she remembered breakfast and she ran in, hoping all the good food wasn't gone. And she forgot what time it was about twice a week on a good streak, nearly every day sometimes.
Ethel hoped she wouldn't be hit on the wrist, but it was likely not. She wasn't causing trouble, she was just scatterbrained, and since being a bit late happened so often, Ethel wasn't too bothered by it. Instead, Ethel went to the caretakers and asked if she could get her breakfast, a pen, and paper.
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AmberV
New Member
Mateo Solinas
Mateo was at the table first. He was nearly always at the breakfast table first. He found himself clinging tightly to routine and schedule more than before, anything to break up the endless hours that threatened to bleed together. He stayed busy, yes, but anything to mark the passage of time was welcome. He would rarely admit it to his fellow caretakers, but it was always a relief when they woke up and rejoined him in completing their duties again. The nights could get quiet lonely after they went to sleep.
He busied himself with passing around food to those who had made their way down to the table, quietly making note of who had arrived and who had yet to make their way to breakfast. As Oz spoke up, Mateo paused and did another glance around the room, counting again. Some of the children had yet to come to breakfast, but he had yet to see her at all this morning. He hummed softly under his breath, making a note to check her room if she hadn't come down to breakfast by the time he was done serving the others.
Speaking of the others, Ethel was scurrying in, looking somewhat rushed and he shook his head. Such things were typical for her, after all. Mateo looked towards Ethel as she approached, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled, "Good morning, Ethel. If you take a seat, I'll get you your breakfast. After, you may gather some writing implements from the library."
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Quinn
As was common of the young man, by the time breakfast was beginning, he was fast asleep, having been doing his nightly ritual of sneaking out of his dorm window, and running off into the night. 'Gotta ask Abi...', he thought silently to himself, trying to bury himself further beneath his covers, a desperate attempt at blocking out any glimmer of sun that shone through the windows, before the sound of thunderous footsteps forced his lids wide, breaking whatever attempt at getting any decent sleep before the morning classes began. Throwing the covers, he slowly moved his feet to the floor, trying to keep his eyes awake, pulling up his body, his jacket lying on a nearby chair, having washed it early in dawn hours, stealth coming naturally to him, silently sneaking back to his bed, reaching for it as he moved to quickly block out the painful shine coming in, throwing his hood over his eyes as soon as his jacket cooperated, making his say out of bed, and down towards the dining hall, the constant events of the night prior flooding his mind, making his say to breakfast, the bags under his eyes perfect to any who viewed them, making it clear he was not present the night prior, looking up to see Colette sitting far down the table, giving her a smile and nod, before moving to quickly find somewhere to sit, eventually finding a spot and quickly sat in it, making his gaze across the hall, looking for any sign of Abigail, plagues of questions filling his head, as he patiently waited for her.
As was common of the young man, by the time breakfast was beginning, he was fast asleep, having been doing his nightly ritual of sneaking out of his dorm window, and running off into the night. 'Gotta ask Abi...', he thought silently to himself, trying to bury himself further beneath his covers, a desperate attempt at blocking out any glimmer of sun that shone through the windows, before the sound of thunderous footsteps forced his lids wide, breaking whatever attempt at getting any decent sleep before the morning classes began. Throwing the covers, he slowly moved his feet to the floor, trying to keep his eyes awake, pulling up his body, his jacket lying on a nearby chair, having washed it early in dawn hours, stealth coming naturally to him, silently sneaking back to his bed, reaching for it as he moved to quickly block out the painful shine coming in, throwing his hood over his eyes as soon as his jacket cooperated, making his say out of bed, and down towards the dining hall, the constant events of the night prior flooding his mind, making his say to breakfast, the bags under his eyes perfect to any who viewed them, making it clear he was not present the night prior, looking up to see Colette sitting far down the table, giving her a smile and nod, before moving to quickly find somewhere to sit, eventually finding a spot and quickly sat in it, making his gaze across the hall, looking for any sign of Abigail, plagues of questions filling his head, as he patiently waited for her.
housegoat13
The Unfathomable Umbrellabird
Jasper was in the kitchen, busily organizing the various bronze pots and pans the caretakers had dirtied up to cook that morning’s breakfast, which would hopefully make the cleanup a little easier after the children ate. He preferred to do his duties as soon as he had the time instead of waiting until the last second. A white apron stained with grease was still tied snugly against his waist, and after organizing the cookware to his satisfaction, he was able to walk towards the doorway, where a line of metal hooks sat beside the lining of the entrance. Following the untying of his apron, he hung the cloth neatly next to the others and went to the breakfast hall.
He surveyed the group of orphans and caretakers alike as he stood in the entryway and was glad to see that Mateo was already passing out the food. Jasper joined the man in grabbing a few other plates and helped to pass the dishes to the remaining kids, but he soon noticed that some chairs were still left empty. Jasper pushed his mind off the worrying fact and waited until every child was served before diverting his attention back to the vacant spaces. He stared intently, trying to figure out who exactly was still missing, before glancing over at Mateo. “Have you seen Abigail?” he asked the older man.
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Paperface
Wood Pulp Connoisseur
Doris Martin 
Amidst the early hours before the break of dawn, Doris harshly awoke in a cold sweat. Her body jolted as if attempting to shake off the nightmare that had preyed on her defenseless unconsciousness. Her nor her body was awake enough to realize the night terrors were already turning into a fleeting memory. As she lay on her back, her gaze locked onto the ceiling with a lacking expression. Despite her racing mind, her exterior remained stoic. She brought her hand up to brush away a lock of hair clinging to her forehead. Her pale eyes remained unmoving. The laser-like focus only parted from the ceiling once she sat upright in bed. Doris' next target to stare down was her daily attire neatly folded up on a writing desk at the other side of the dim bedroom. It was time for her to get up and start her work as the daily cycle began anew.
As she spent time meticulously dressing herself in an appropriately presentable manner, her mouth opened for the first time. What began as a yawn quickly turned into an unnatural crackling sound. Doris made sure to keep her voices down. She didn't wish to disturb the sleeping children but couldn't help but wake herself up by reproducing her favorite radio broadcast.
“...then you can put them in their proper places after your witty remarks. It'll save me a lot of time and effort.” Spoke the voice from her mouth. It was a distinctly male voice presenting itself in that telltale 'radio speech', and since Doris had never heard these voices outside of a broadcast, it too matched the sound quality of a radio on the blink.
“For heaven's sake, Jack, take that chip off your shoulder.” Another voice replied from her mouth.
“Well, Harry, give us a nice lively number and see if we can pep this poor boy up a little.” A third voice spoke before they altogether faded underneath a chipper tune that Doris contentedly dressed herself to. As if she were simply listening to a radio, not the one being the radio.
Once Doris started her morning routine, it didn't take long before breakfast was upon her. As she made her way to the breakfast hall to fulfill her maidly duties, her eyes darted across the space before sticking to Mateo. The man was always present before her in the morning. It had given her a feeling of inadequacy in the past. However, by now, Doris knew better than to compare herself like that to someone who never did sleep. She acknowledged him with a light, formal bow and turned her pale gaze towards the children as they began filling the space with their presence. After counting the heads, she too reached the same conclusion as her fellow caretakers present.
“I apologize for the interruption, but she may simply be late to the table.” She answered Jasper in Mateo's stead. Her pale eyes locked onto the younger man as she addressed him. “Is there a need to go retrieve the young lady?”
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Location: Bedroom -> Breakfast Hall
Interaction: Mateo (
AmberV
), Jasper (
housegoat13
)
Mentions: All orphans present
Amidst the early hours before the break of dawn, Doris harshly awoke in a cold sweat. Her body jolted as if attempting to shake off the nightmare that had preyed on her defenseless unconsciousness. Her nor her body was awake enough to realize the night terrors were already turning into a fleeting memory. As she lay on her back, her gaze locked onto the ceiling with a lacking expression. Despite her racing mind, her exterior remained stoic. She brought her hand up to brush away a lock of hair clinging to her forehead. Her pale eyes remained unmoving. The laser-like focus only parted from the ceiling once she sat upright in bed. Doris' next target to stare down was her daily attire neatly folded up on a writing desk at the other side of the dim bedroom. It was time for her to get up and start her work as the daily cycle began anew.
As she spent time meticulously dressing herself in an appropriately presentable manner, her mouth opened for the first time. What began as a yawn quickly turned into an unnatural crackling sound. Doris made sure to keep her voices down. She didn't wish to disturb the sleeping children but couldn't help but wake herself up by reproducing her favorite radio broadcast.
“...then you can put them in their proper places after your witty remarks. It'll save me a lot of time and effort.” Spoke the voice from her mouth. It was a distinctly male voice presenting itself in that telltale 'radio speech', and since Doris had never heard these voices outside of a broadcast, it too matched the sound quality of a radio on the blink.
“For heaven's sake, Jack, take that chip off your shoulder.” Another voice replied from her mouth.
“Well, Harry, give us a nice lively number and see if we can pep this poor boy up a little.” A third voice spoke before they altogether faded underneath a chipper tune that Doris contentedly dressed herself to. As if she were simply listening to a radio, not the one being the radio.
Once Doris started her morning routine, it didn't take long before breakfast was upon her. As she made her way to the breakfast hall to fulfill her maidly duties, her eyes darted across the space before sticking to Mateo. The man was always present before her in the morning. It had given her a feeling of inadequacy in the past. However, by now, Doris knew better than to compare herself like that to someone who never did sleep. She acknowledged him with a light, formal bow and turned her pale gaze towards the children as they began filling the space with their presence. After counting the heads, she too reached the same conclusion as her fellow caretakers present.
“I apologize for the interruption, but she may simply be late to the table.” She answered Jasper in Mateo's stead. Her pale eyes locked onto the younger man as she addressed him. “Is there a need to go retrieve the young lady?”
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Location: Bedroom -> Breakfast Hall
Interaction: Mateo (
AmberV
), Jasper (
housegoat13
)Mentions: All orphans present
Sybela
Bear 🐻
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Ghostiiys
Member
Sunsmiter
And RNGesus said: "On the Seventh roll, death."
Ozymandias
Location: Breakfast
Interactions: Frida
Interactions: Frida
Ozy looked up with a semi-interested golden stare when Frida entered, but ultimately turned back to his breakfast while pondering whether or not it would be worth it to attempt carving a cat sculpture out of wood or soap first. When Quinn's hood flew off followed by Frida's insults, Oz gave what looked like his version of a glaredown, unconsciously reversing the last bite out of his egg. His breakfast looked like it was uneating itself, unfurling like a sunflower as Ozymandias gave Frida a scowl. "Hey, save the insults! I'm trying to have breakfast here. And as a matter of fact, you don't look any better."
Ooooh boy here we go again. The ever so feisty child of the sun really doesn't know when to shut up, does he?
On the bright side, Ozy's in a place with a lot of sun. On the less than bright side, it's going to be more or less useful to reverse the damage dealt to furniture when he gets thrown into it at a speed of "OUCH!"
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Quinn
- Currently in the Dining Hall, calmy waiting for one of his fellows, only to suddenly need to quickly stop confrontation
As Quinn sat at the large table lined with chairs, eventually receiving his breakfast from one of the Caretakers, greeting them with a light huff of air, hinting to slight tinge of irritation from the combination of the light sensitivity to the shines of light in the halls, trying to pull his head further within his hood, and the intense lack of sleep, making a mental not to resist the urge to go wandering the woods nearing around the orphanage for the night, just to gain his desperately needed sleep. As he began eating, his hood flew back off his head, the lights blaring into his eyes, causing him to silently hiss, "Bloody 'ell", the light Irish accent to his voice causing his common dialect, a remnance of a time within his once Irish household, a constant reminder of what was, quickly gliding the hood back over his scalp, the light flash of Auburn hair, well kept, the sides and back of his nap shaved to a stubble, while the rest of his deep red hair, tied up in a tail, for only a second or so, presented itself to others, a rare sight to behold on most days, his silver orbs, like those of a wolf, quickly looked up at Frida, glaring at her, though his lips decorated his face with a sky smirk, though before he could say anything, he heard his loud mouth opposite retort back at the young woman, leading to another quickly jumping in to stop the commotion, though he could her gaze particularly on one of the two people here he'd considered well needed friends, causing him to quickly jump out of his seat himself, focusing quickly on the light shadow present due to Frida standing within the light, the ink like fluid quickly spreading down his cheek, before a flash of black mist bloomed above his seat, before quickly appearing by them all, stepping immediately in front of Frida, quickly mumbling, "'Ey, 'ey, don't do it, it's not worth it, an' you kno' it much better than I do," for a few seconds, quickly shooting a desperate glace at Colette, as if begging, 'A littl' help, please', before quickly turning to face the two others, not exactly familiar with them, knowing them only by their most heard names, Oz and Annai, quickly saying, "Don't, don't, it's not a fire you need to play with, trust me on that, it's okay, no harm done, le' it go," before quickly trying to move Frida back to a nearby seat, a small bit closer to Colette, quickly noticing Olivia out of the corner of his eye, looking in her direction, softly mouthing, "Ya' sleep good? Didn't wanna wake you", all while trying to deescalate the situation, flashing the always soft smile he seemed to have, matching his sluggish and drowsy stature.
Feral
Ghostiiys
- Currently in the Dining Hall, calmy waiting for one of his fellows, only to suddenly need to quickly stop confrontation
As Quinn sat at the large table lined with chairs, eventually receiving his breakfast from one of the Caretakers, greeting them with a light huff of air, hinting to slight tinge of irritation from the combination of the light sensitivity to the shines of light in the halls, trying to pull his head further within his hood, and the intense lack of sleep, making a mental not to resist the urge to go wandering the woods nearing around the orphanage for the night, just to gain his desperately needed sleep. As he began eating, his hood flew back off his head, the lights blaring into his eyes, causing him to silently hiss, "Bloody 'ell", the light Irish accent to his voice causing his common dialect, a remnance of a time within his once Irish household, a constant reminder of what was, quickly gliding the hood back over his scalp, the light flash of Auburn hair, well kept, the sides and back of his nap shaved to a stubble, while the rest of his deep red hair, tied up in a tail, for only a second or so, presented itself to others, a rare sight to behold on most days, his silver orbs, like those of a wolf, quickly looked up at Frida, glaring at her, though his lips decorated his face with a sky smirk, though before he could say anything, he heard his loud mouth opposite retort back at the young woman, leading to another quickly jumping in to stop the commotion, though he could her gaze particularly on one of the two people here he'd considered well needed friends, causing him to quickly jump out of his seat himself, focusing quickly on the light shadow present due to Frida standing within the light, the ink like fluid quickly spreading down his cheek, before a flash of black mist bloomed above his seat, before quickly appearing by them all, stepping immediately in front of Frida, quickly mumbling, "'Ey, 'ey, don't do it, it's not worth it, an' you kno' it much better than I do," for a few seconds, quickly shooting a desperate glace at Colette, as if begging, 'A littl' help, please', before quickly turning to face the two others, not exactly familiar with them, knowing them only by their most heard names, Oz and Annai, quickly saying, "Don't, don't, it's not a fire you need to play with, trust me on that, it's okay, no harm done, le' it go," before quickly trying to move Frida back to a nearby seat, a small bit closer to Colette, quickly noticing Olivia out of the corner of his eye, looking in her direction, softly mouthing, "Ya' sleep good? Didn't wanna wake you", all while trying to deescalate the situation, flashing the always soft smile he seemed to have, matching his sluggish and drowsy stature.
Feral
Ghostiiys
Kovacs
the maestro of mad shit.
Caretaker
Makoto Madiyarov
AmberV
New Member
Mateo Solinas
Mateo turned to regard Jasper and Doris as they moved around him. There was a seamless nature to this by now, a well-oiled machine with every gear in place. “She is usually up by now, but if she hasn’t arrived by the time we finish passing out breakfast, we will need to go wake her.” He paused, quieting for a moment as he picked up a platter and began to pass out rough slices of bread to the children. No need to speak of such matters so close to them. Little pitchers have big ears, like his mother always used to say.
The table was growing louder now, with the arrival of some of the more rambunctious children. Of course Frida was pulling hair and tossing insults from the moment she arrived to the room and, like clockwork, Collette and Quinn were at her side and Oz and Annai were taking the other corner and squaring up for the fight. At least a few, like Gwynn and Olivia, were wise enough to keep their noses out of trouble.
All so very typical for the mornings.
He only managed a step towards the squabbling group before Makato appeared, making his presence known as the milk bottles rattled sharply against the table. The man looked horrible, and Mateo walked closer, intending to ask what had happened. He didn’t manage the question before cutlery was placed onto the platter in his hands with the clear expectation that it was not to be returned.
He took several steps back to cross paths with the others once more, “Poor fellow looks exhausted. I’m guessing sleeping in the hall wasn’t all that comfortable last night.”
Location: Breakfast Hall
Sunsmiter
And RNGesus said: "On the Seventh roll, death."
Ozymandias
Location: Breakfast
Interactions: Frida, Colette, Olivia, Anna, Quinn
Location: Breakfast
Interactions: Frida, Colette, Olivia, Anna, Quinn
That didn't exactly help reassure Olivia or Quinn, but it's likely Oz really believed all was fine. "Besides, there's still lunch and dinner. Plenty more time to get in fights over then when everyone's more awake, of course." Oz's smile turned a tad mischievous, golden eyes glimmering with what resembled mirth. Of course, he'd prefer lunch during noontime when he had the advantage and more sunlight. The bright side was, he probably won't be tossed into furniture right now. The less than bright side was the fact he might be tossed into furniture later. "Of course, we shouldn't fight with food around. If you don't want those I'll take them." Oh would you look at that? "Shut up" apparently wasn't part of Ozy's skillset. (And neither did he know when to use it)
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One Thousand Club
Ethel looked up at the new arrival, Frida, before deciding to somewhat ignore her. She received her breakfast, wanting to shovel it down as fast as she could. However, Ethel always took her time eating, sniffing the food like she was looking for poison. She wasn't, but she didn't want a repeat of the episode from a couple of years ago, and she still didn't trust the cooks. There were always a few items on her list. Like a journal, a pencil or pen and books. Not only that but sausage sometimes, as well. The sausage was always good, and she got the mini-ones.
And now, Ethel saw a fight brewing, and she didn't know what to do. Should she join and defend people, or stay out of it?
Ethel thought(a little bit) Ozy was being a little foolish because she had learned to shut up around Frida. Colette was a maybe, but Frida was an absolutely. If Frida told her to shut up, she would, because she was a tiny bit scared of the girl. So, she decided on the safest option. That was to go to Quinn and try to figure out what the hell was happening.
She walked over to Quinn, and whispered directly in his ear: "What's going on? Why is Frida having beef with Ozy?" She really didn't want to find out, but she did at the same time. In the back of her mind, she knew that she might not be appreciated here, but she didn't care. tin
And now, Ethel saw a fight brewing, and she didn't know what to do. Should she join and defend people, or stay out of it?
Ethel thought(a little bit) Ozy was being a little foolish because she had learned to shut up around Frida. Colette was a maybe, but Frida was an absolutely. If Frida told her to shut up, she would, because she was a tiny bit scared of the girl. So, she decided on the safest option. That was to go to Quinn and try to figure out what the hell was happening.
She walked over to Quinn, and whispered directly in his ear: "What's going on? Why is Frida having beef with Ozy?" She really didn't want to find out, but she did at the same time. In the back of her mind, she knew that she might not be appreciated here, but she didn't care. tin
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housegoat13
The Unfathomable Umbrellabird
Jasper nodded in agreement at Mateo’s words; he would’ve suggested much the same, and despite Mateo’s implied reassurance that Abigail was still sleeping, Jasper could not rid himself of apprehension. As Frida walked into the hall, the man heard her familiar banter and didn't pay much attention to her, but Ozymandias' boyish voice was quite distinctive, and Jasper sighed tiredly at the orphan's discourse, grimacing at the sheer thoughtlessness of him. When Jasper saw that Makato had made an appearance beside Frida, the male was thankful and found an opportunity to go and confront the unruly boy. He managed to make his way across the room before stopping in front of the golden-eyed child, “Ozymandias,” Jasper spoke authoritatively, frowning, “What exactly are you doing?”
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Sunsmiter
And RNGesus said: "On the Seventh roll, death."
Ozymandias
Location: Breakfast
Interactions: Jasper
Location: Breakfast
Interactions: Jasper
He most likely wasn't pretending to be innocent. it was, after all, true as far as he himself believed.
Jasper regarded Ozy with disapproval, “Ozymandias you’re part of the problem.” he sighed, “A correct approach in defending Quinn would be to build him up, compliment him. You instead chose to attack Frida; did you ever stop and think about her feelings?”
"Well...I suppose that makes sense. Although I'm pretty sure respect won't defend me against the next time Frida decides to throw something larger than a hoodie, but I'm make sure to employ it just in case. "
Jasper gave Ozymandias a small smile, "We’re here if it comes down to something larger than a hoodie." he paused, choosing his next words before continuing "I appreciate the fact that you recognize you made a mistake, however, to show you that your words have consequences, I’m going to ask that you help Mateo weed his garden tomorrow. Please check in with him to see what time would be best."
"Fiiiiiine....well I suppose those plants do need a little weeding..." After all, what was a Roi du cons without some humility and community service? (/j) Oz turned his attention back to his plate, a little in concentration over trying to remember what time to visit Mateo.
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kinda stupid ngl
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Paperface
Wood Pulp Connoisseur
Doris Martin
Despite her best intentions - and efforts - to keep eye contact with the two men during their exchange, Doris failed numerous times. She must have turned her head at least four, maybe five times in total. She simply could not fight off the instinct to turn her gaze every time another stray child entered the breakfast hall to join the rest of the flock at the table. The first of the lost sheep was Gwyneira. Doris couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl as she grasped the doorframe for dear life. The space within the frame was, naturally, empty, but her oddity would always fill the entrance into a crowded room with a mental brick wall. Doris hesitated for a moment, and by the time she shifted herself toward the girl's direction, Gwyneira had already broken through and rushed to her seat. At least Doris could be relieved that her indecisiveness hadn't stopped the telepath from joining the herd.
The next to draw her attention was Frida. Seeing as the girl entered the hall already groaning, Doris refrained from greeting the girl as she passed her. A part of her might have hoped the girl would develop some more ladylike manners naturally, but it was more likely that she simply did not feel like poking the hornet's nest until absolutely necessary. However, it quickly became clear she should have taken initiative. Her pale eyes followed the girl to the table, where she witnessed the beginnings of what would turn into a commotion before too long.
As the bickering at the table steadily reached a boiling point, Doris' gaze diverted to the doorframe one final time - lured away from the table by the delightful 'good morning!'. Her pale eyes locked onto Olivia's beaming expression. Doris rewarded the pleasant sight with a smile of her own. An indication she very much appreciated this moment of peace amongst the growing chaos. “Good morning, Olivia, please take your breakfast and join the other children at the table.” She spoke earnestly as her smile attempted to make up for the lacking expression in the cold pits she called her eyes. Sadly, the momentary contentedness she felt from such a simple exchange of pleasantries faded as the table grew louder.
She was about to give in and add to the noise, with the confidence she could shock the room into silence, but refrained when not one but three of her fellow caretakers took it upon themselves to resolve the matter. Where Jasper had found an opportunity to confront the troublemakers, Mateo returned to her with only some used cutlery to show for his efforts. “He does, but the man remains a force to be reckoned with.” She replied to his remark on Makoto's state with a hint of admiration in her voice. “I trust he and Jasper have a handle on the situation.” Her eyes shifted onto Mateo, or rather, her head turned to face him as her eyes remained locked into place. For a moment, it was as if her eyes had never been able to move independently from her face. As if they were nothing but drawn-on features locked in a straight-ahead position. “My apologies, but did you say he slept in the hall last night? Whatever reason would he have had for that?”
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Location: Breakfast Hall
Interaction: Mateo (
AmberV
), Olivia (
SavannahSmiles
)
Mentions: Jasper, Gwyneira, Frida, Makoto
Despite her best intentions - and efforts - to keep eye contact with the two men during their exchange, Doris failed numerous times. She must have turned her head at least four, maybe five times in total. She simply could not fight off the instinct to turn her gaze every time another stray child entered the breakfast hall to join the rest of the flock at the table. The first of the lost sheep was Gwyneira. Doris couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl as she grasped the doorframe for dear life. The space within the frame was, naturally, empty, but her oddity would always fill the entrance into a crowded room with a mental brick wall. Doris hesitated for a moment, and by the time she shifted herself toward the girl's direction, Gwyneira had already broken through and rushed to her seat. At least Doris could be relieved that her indecisiveness hadn't stopped the telepath from joining the herd.
The next to draw her attention was Frida. Seeing as the girl entered the hall already groaning, Doris refrained from greeting the girl as she passed her. A part of her might have hoped the girl would develop some more ladylike manners naturally, but it was more likely that she simply did not feel like poking the hornet's nest until absolutely necessary. However, it quickly became clear she should have taken initiative. Her pale eyes followed the girl to the table, where she witnessed the beginnings of what would turn into a commotion before too long.
As the bickering at the table steadily reached a boiling point, Doris' gaze diverted to the doorframe one final time - lured away from the table by the delightful 'good morning!'. Her pale eyes locked onto Olivia's beaming expression. Doris rewarded the pleasant sight with a smile of her own. An indication she very much appreciated this moment of peace amongst the growing chaos. “Good morning, Olivia, please take your breakfast and join the other children at the table.” She spoke earnestly as her smile attempted to make up for the lacking expression in the cold pits she called her eyes. Sadly, the momentary contentedness she felt from such a simple exchange of pleasantries faded as the table grew louder.
She was about to give in and add to the noise, with the confidence she could shock the room into silence, but refrained when not one but three of her fellow caretakers took it upon themselves to resolve the matter. Where Jasper had found an opportunity to confront the troublemakers, Mateo returned to her with only some used cutlery to show for his efforts. “He does, but the man remains a force to be reckoned with.” She replied to his remark on Makoto's state with a hint of admiration in her voice. “I trust he and Jasper have a handle on the situation.” Her eyes shifted onto Mateo, or rather, her head turned to face him as her eyes remained locked into place. For a moment, it was as if her eyes had never been able to move independently from her face. As if they were nothing but drawn-on features locked in a straight-ahead position. “My apologies, but did you say he slept in the hall last night? Whatever reason would he have had for that?”
- - - - - - - - - -
Location: Breakfast Hall
Interaction: Mateo (
AmberV
), Olivia (
SavannahSmiles
)Mentions: Jasper, Gwyneira, Frida, Makoto
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Ruby Whitcombe
While the few kids spotting the halls trudged with heavy feet towards the breakfast hall, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and letting free the remaining yawns from the previous night, Ruby found herself in a far more alert state this morning. Sunday was a day she couldn't quite enjoy as thoroughly as her peers, wish as she may. On Sunday, the men in black suits and heavy black boots with big heavy boxes plodded their way up, down the stairs and through the halls with supplies for the orphans. Men that towered over the children, that did not care for them in the same way the caretakers did but still felt obliged to brute their way into their quarters.
On Sundays, Ruby had a routine; wake up before the light had a chance to reach her lidded eyes, brush her hair until it registered as slightly presentable and pull on her clothes as fast as her little arms would allow, quiet as to not wake her bedfellows but still with enough haste to get her out the door before she would be forced to walk past the large men.
Darting past doors and windows, keeping to the walls like a spider, she quickly made her way to the dining room. Turning one corner, she caught a glimpse of the very edge of a worker, sending her heart into her throat. Pressing herself flat against the wall, she waited until his footsteps faded into silence, and booked it past where he had stood. Finally, she had reached her destination, and not a second too soon.
She took her seat at the dining table, still puffing with effort from her journey, she purposefully chose a chair facing away from the Owner's imposing portrait. The moment she sat, Annai stepped through the threshold as punctual as ever, holding her chin high.
"Good morning to you, Ms. Annai," she smiled, taking a seated bow as she spoke. She made sure to pull out a chair beside herself at the table, the proper entrance for a young lady such as her.
She whispered idle chatter to her companion as they gathered their breakfast and ate quietly, watching the children pour in slowly, still shaking off the side effect of sleep. The sound of a conversation leaving the kitchen alerted her to the absence of one of the orphans in particular, one Abigail Lipton. Her brow furrowed with subtle frustration, hearing caretaker Mateo offer to awaken her. If her memory of the previous night was to be trusted, the poor girl had gotten no sleep last night; it wasn't uncommon for her dreams to be absent from her nightly tours, or for a nightmare to suddenly kick Ruby back into her body as Abigail came back into hers. Forcing a young girl to follow a sleepless night with a day of activity starting early in the morning just seemed cruel. Nevertheless, her lips were sealed.
Like most busy mornings, chaos begets more chaos, evident in the raising of voices and sudden lashing of tongues that broke out across the room. Frida again. Ruby knew Frida as one of the big girls around the orphanage; though she was pretty, and she was older than her by a few years, it was hard to look up to someone with such a negative reputation. Along with the few peers she associated with, she attempted her best to mostly stay out of her way when she found herself in her vicinity, and especially out of her head at night. She had learned her lesson to avoid her when it came to that.
The neutral position she wished to remain in shattered when Annai stood up from her seat, annoyance in her face, and made her way over to where the squabble was taking place. She had a penchant for sticking her nose places, even where there was a possibility of it getting bitten off. Her cheeks darkened, and she sank into her seat, nearly slipping under the table as she saw her friend level with her, even daring to make eye-contact with the girl. She just hoped her name stayed out of the conversation.
Location: Breakfast Hall
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