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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 10:46:32 GMT -5
Outside, this building looks more like a prision than anything else, a dull building with no windows and only one door, guarded by four burly half-ogers, former residents of the orphanage. Magical wards also protect the children inside, to prevent almost anything that could happen, from fire to vandalism to theift to more magical dangers. The people of the slums are used to this building, and most just ignore it.
Inside, it is an entirely different building, streight out of a childs dreamland. The main room is decorated with floating flowers, live butterflys, and permanant dancing lights. Assorted toys litter the floor for the children to play with, including dolls, toy swords, and others. Attending to the children are several children loving fey and one faerie dragon, as well as a few adults of the common races. Their dormatories are similarly decorated, only less vibrant colors to not detract from sleep. One room is more drab then the rest, a classroom, where the children are taught what they need to know to succeded once they are old enough to leave. Behind this room is a study, where paperwork and requests for adoption and such is handled.
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 16:07:01 GMT -5
Come on, it's not so bad...
I DON'T WANT TO GO!
The boy's voice can be heard three blocks away. He stands about four to five feet tall and he is horribly skinny, but the tall, muscular man dragging him along still has trouble handling him. He struggles and screams all the way to the orphanage, and doesn't quit when the man drags him inside. The human child looks starved and dirty, and very very fierce. He tries kicking, hitting, scratching and biting the man.
LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! MOM! MOOOOOOM!!
The man sighs.
Your mother is dead kid.
The boy flies into a rage and redoubles his attacks.
IS NOT LET ME GO I HATE YOU!
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 16:11:56 GMT -5
Come on, it's not so bad...I DON'T WANT TO GO! The boy's voice can be heard three blocks away. He stands about four feet tall and he is horribly skinny, but the tall, muscular man dragging him along still has trouble handling him. He struggles and screams all the way to the orphanage, and doesn't quit when the man drags him inside. The human child looks starved and dirty, and very very fierce. He tries kicking, hitting, scratching and biting the man.LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! MOM! MOOOOOOM!! The man sighs.Your mother is dead kid.The boy flies into a rage and redoubles his attacks.IS NOT LET ME GO I HATE YOU! *The sound of footsteps, very, very heavy footsteps sounds on the pavement. One of the half-ogres steps foward, looking down at the man.* What the problem 'ere?
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 16:15:04 GMT -5
The man sighs and takes the boy in an effective grip pinning his arms to his back.
I've come to bring you an orphan. I was hoping you could take him off my hands.
He gives the guard a pleading look.
I'm NOT an orphan let me GO!
The man sighs.
His mother died yesterday, no father.
SHE DIDN'T! MOM! MOOOOOM!
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 16:20:36 GMT -5
The man sighs and takes the boy in an effective grip pinning his arms to his back.I've come to bring you an orphan. I was hoping you could take him off my hands.He gives the guard a pleading look.I'm NOT an orphan let me GO! The man sighs.His mother died yesterday, no father.SHE DIDN'T! MOM! MOOOOOM! *The half-oger sighs and leans down, looking at the kid closely. Nothing about him is any more menacing than the average 8ft tall half-oger.* 'ey, kid. Why my kind sir, I do believe I misunderstood you. Could you please repeat that statement, though in more simple terms? I am, alas, afflicted with a slow mind.s your name?
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 16:23:33 GMT -5
The child glares back at him, nothing about him much scarier than the average ten-year-old. None of your BUSINESS, ugly!
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 16:27:56 GMT -5
The child glares back at him, nothing about him much scarier than the average ten-year-old. None of your BUSINESS, ugly! *The half-oger isn't fazed by the name. At least this kid wasn't swearing.* Ok, Mr. None of your buisness ugly. I don't know what 'appened, but come wit me, and we'll try to figure out what 'appened.
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 16:32:27 GMT -5
The child keeps screaming and shouting and kicking, but the man drags him along, following the guard.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 16:39:26 GMT -5
The child keeps screaming and shouting and kicking, but the man drags him along, following the guard. *When they get to orphanage, the door opens, and a slender elf-woman steps out - Nyata. She walks over to the child.* What is the matter, little one?
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 16:50:14 GMT -5
The boy glares at her.
LET ME THE HELLS OUT OF HERE!
The man sighs.
I run a- a house of pleasure ma'am, and his mother worked for me. She died yesterday and now I need to find a home for the kid. I was sort of hoping....
THINK AGAIN! LET ME GO! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER?
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 16:56:09 GMT -5
The boy glares at her.LET ME THE HELLS OUT OF HERE! The man sighs.I run a- a house of pleasure ma'am, and his mother worked for me. She died yesterday and now I need to find a home for the kid. I was sort of hoping....THINK AGAIN! LET ME GO! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER? *She waves her hands slightly, and talks in a soothing voice, while casting calm emotions* Little one, no one did anything to your mother. If you stay here, we will find out what happened. *She nods to the half-oger, who grabs the man by the shoulders.* We need to find out what happened to the boys mother. *She says calmly, talking to the man.* Ungr, talk to this man. Do not hurt him. *The half oger guides the man away by the shoulders.* Come on.
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 16:57:25 GMT -5
Somewhat calmed down, the child is still glaring at the woman, the oger, the man, and everything else. The man follows.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 17:02:00 GMT -5
*She looks at him. She seems like a very nice woman.*
Tell you what. You can stay here untill we find what happened to your mommy. Alot of kids stay here just like you.
*Far away, the half-oger leans down and gets into the mans face.*
'ow'd the boy's mom die?
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Post by Widifor on Aug 31, 2004 17:04:49 GMT -5
He growls.
I don't wanna stay here, lady. Other kids may be dropped on their heads but I ain't.
The man sighs.
Disease. It happens sometimes to those girls.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Aug 31, 2004 17:08:01 GMT -5
He growls.I don't wanna stay here, lady. Other kids may be dropped on their heads but I ain't. The man sighs.Disease. It happens sometimes to those girls. *Nyata smiles at him.* That's good. You're a strong boy. If you left, where would you go? *The half-oger nods.* One of our people will be down to see the body. If anything looks like it ain't what you said it was, we'll 'ave the guard investigate.
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