Wanderlust (OPEN)

[Thrustin243]

Tinababe01

How is everything with you, I really want to tell you a little about me and if it will interest you know me i will like you to contact me back on ([e-mail]) because it is urgent and very important So that we can get to know each other better and i will send you more of my pictures for good start of friendship([e-mail]) Tina

Urgent? Very important?! I am interest know you! I want good start of friendship! Will send emails!

[Thrustin243]

Ooc: alright, I get it! Big posts scare everyone off and now I have to wait 6 months. Fine! Be that way!

I hate this family I hate this family I hate this family!!!! *stomps and holds breath*

[Soren Shadowtreader]

ChouDa

The trip to the mansion was a surreal experience for him. In a short trip from the Processing Center to the mansion this little boy had seen so many wondrous things than anything he had ever laid his eyes on in his short life. All he has ever known have been a peaceful rural life, followed by a harsh life as a slave under an abusive master, and then after, a life of survival in a jungle. But to be surrounded by such tall buildings, lights on the streets and across the distance like fireflies trapped in a hidden valley surrounded by a mountainous wall. Even the carriage itself was a thing of wonder. How does it work? He had seen carts before, used to help move stores of food but never for personal transport and with such extravagance.

The mansion was overwhelming. The sheer size of it was unthinkable for him. How many people could fit in it? Being greeted by so many people, all bowing to one person made him realize all this was for one person. He looked around, the decorations, the intricate detail, shimmering and bright, so wondrous. He reaches for the chandelier on the grand entrance, thinking it was the same as his gems, but they did not budge. He looks on confused before he was escorted by one of the female attendants.

The whole time the old man followed him around and he gave him no mind. He was too distracted by all the sights, the sounds. He tried to listen to the words that were explained to him but understood none of it. Only simple gestures helped. He followed to wherever they lead him to, overwhelmed with the sights but still cautious.

The room was indescribable to his eyes. He's never seen anything like it, any of it. He was aiming to explore it but was interrupted mid thought by the servants entering from a steamy room and where he was slowly being nudged into. He naturally felt timid as he was moved into the bathroom, not knowing what was beyond the steam, until he was inside the room. Once again, another lavishly decorated room, all unknown to him. He walks towards the hole on the floor filled with water. Like many things it was all new to him. Steaming water? How is this possible? He tiptoes on the edge of the tub trying to look at the other end and see if he could figure out how it works. As he does, the servant gently grabs hold of the buckle holding up his toga and for a split second, he panics. But the old man puts him aside

He stares at him confused at first as he pantomimes to the kid. A creeping smile comes over his face, one he tries to fight as the old man repeats his strange dance a few more times. After the pat on his head and the old man leaves, he walks over to the door, and slowly closes the door shut. Then he bursts out into a fit of laughter as he recalls the old man's gestures. It reminded him of primates he's observed in the forest, how they stretch and scratch themselves. Tears roll down his eyes and he struggles to breath from so much hilarity.

He finds himself lying on the floor, sides hurting, breathless. When was the last time he laughed so hard? When was the last time he laughed? Flashbacks rushes through his head from when he was younger, playing with the other kids in his village, chasing each other. He remembers playing their Bounding game, a form of dance where two or more players try to dodge kicks and punches with spins, rolls and countering with their own strikes (OCC: similar to capoeira). His chest swells, remembering that he was pretty good at it and more than once it had saved his life. He remembers learning from the village elder and his mentor about life essence and how to control it with his ability. His abilities are less developed than most of his peers so he always struggled with the lessons, but it's a nice memory. Being able to play freely, to hide in the tall grass from his brother, which never really worked for his brother was a better telepath than him. His head spins of his memories. The striking of hammer to anvil as his father, one of the village's blacksmith, does his work, the smell of his mother's cooking, the feel of water as him and his friends play in the stream where they bathe... bath... he soon realized his disheveled appearance and what that old man wanted to say. He's in desperate need of a bath.

The boy gathers himself and walks over to the tub. Still a little unsure about the steamy bath, he makes a conscious effort. He takes off his cloths and slowly slides himself in the tub, still holding on to his leather pack. He squint from the temperature but not long after he settles in. The warm bath feels amazing on his skin and he relaxes himself completely, closing his eyes and leans back on the tub, the dirt and grime slowly coming off of his skin and hair.

Almost an hour passes and one of the maids pokes her head in to check on how this little boy was doing. Water puddles everywhere, towels on the floor, the mixture of perfume, colognes, shampoo and cleaning products wafting in the air. Everything is everywhere with thick large spots of mud on the entire room. The steam is gone now, and in the middle of the tub the child stops mid splash as he looks guiltily over to the maid with her mouth agape from shock.

"What did you do?!" Her shout prompting other maids and guards to barge in and all break out into giggles and laughter. The little boy afraid at first that he was going to be scolded, smiles a big guilty mischievous grin, scratching his head, as if to say he's sorry that he's not sorry.

"Looks like we have our work cut out for us."
"Someone get the cleaning supplies. Brushes, mops, towels and laundry bags. Let's get to it!" barks another maid scowling at him, more senior than the rest, giving the orders to the rest of the group.
"Well we can't just leave him there like that. He's still pretty filthy. We'll have to wash him up ourselves."
"I'll keep watch to make sure he doesn’t cause any more mischief," a guard chimes in to offer his help, attempting to be serious, holding back his laugh.
"You! Behave!"

Soon enough a small squad of cleaning crews and maids arrive at the now messy bathroom. A couple of maids replace the now brown water with a fresh batch of steaming water and begin to scrub him down in earnest as the guard keeps watch. At the same time the cleaning crew takes away anything broken and dirty, mopping, wiping, rearranging, and replacing practically everything to get it where it used to be. As they work, they chat among themselves, joking around, having random conversations about random subjects, complaints about work, about this new messy guest, teasing each other, all things that distracted them and made their chores more bearable. While he is annoyed at the brushes on long sticks scrape at his skin, fingers running through his long dirty hair, scrubbing and scratching, bubbles everywhere, the boy sits still and endures it all. He looks around in the room and watches the staff make merry. They seem like a fun bunch to be around. It makes him wonder why they're not afraid of him, of how he looks. Have they been told not to say anything? In any case, it feels refreshing.

[Soren Shadowtreader]

Yet another hour passes and the staff had finally finished. They've successfully cleaned the boy from head to toe and have fixed up the bathroom to how it used to be… except the tub. Now brown and thick with grime, dirt, little twigs, and some stray insects from the boy's hair, all of which has clogged the drain to which the cleaning crew were not too pleased with. After being cleaned and dried by the maids, they leave the boy to finish up drying himself as they make efforts to help clean and unclog the tub. The boy leaves the bathroom, towel around his body and another towel on his head to keep drying his hair. As he walks about the room, he happens upon a large full body mirror and for the first time in years, he sees himself.

How much he's changed. His tanned skin is now lighter than what he remembers, mostly due to him hiding in the dark forest for so long. He can now finally see his mutated arms in full view. Looking at them clean, they're blacker than he thought they would be, the cracks redder now that the dirt covering them, dulling the colors, has been cleaned off. He's also grown taller. His body, slightly more chiseled than he thought although marked by many scars. No doubt the result of years of fighting back at the training yard where he was used as a training partner for the budding warriors of his slavers' people. Taking off his towel he examines the rest of his body. He turns around and moves his long hair away to see his back and to his surprise, the mutation has spread to a larger extent than he was aware of. Apart from covering his arms completely, it has extended to his shoulders and upper back, down his spine where bony spikes now protrudes and further down to his legs to his now slightly larger feet; deformed almost as if they were an animals. He also notices something new at the back of his neck. It's larger, going down from the base of his skull to his upper back, throbbing. Unknown to him, he covers it up with his hair, frightened. What has happened to him? Is he turning into an animal? A monster? He covers himself up again, feeling self-conscious. Cloths were left out for him conveniently near the mirror but he did not know how to put it on. These cloths were different from the togas he's used to wearing. In the attempt to put them on, he tears off the sleeves accidentally since his arms could not fit through them. Having large hands did not help, making it extra difficult to manage tasks requiring finer motor skills like buttoning and tucking or even just separating two cloths from each other. His necklace should help!

He rushes back to the bathroom to retrieve the leather packs with the three gems and was stopped by the sight of the maintenance man, hard at work at unclogging the tub, grumbling away, furiously arguing with a couple of maids who are cleaning the tub and making the grime go into the drain making things worst. Being aware that he was the cause of their misfortune, he sneaks into the bathroom to try and avoid disturbing their task. He tiptoes towards the corner where he was being dried to pick up the leather pack and the buckle for his toga, then dashes back to the next room, hoping they didn’t notice. He finds himself in front of the mirror again and recovered his necklace from the pack. Without touching it, the gem glows a feint green and floats to the palm of his hand. This treasure is but a small piece of a much larger crystal that resonates and enhances the psychic abilities of his people, and it once protected them before the tragedy that befell his village.

Now, having the crystal back in his possession enhances his normally weak psychic abilities up to that which is considered normal for his people. Like an invisible second set of hands, he uses his powers to put on the necklace over his head. In the same manner, he tears apart the now ripped up cloths and using them as bandages to wrap around his arms. He doesn’t need his hands too much to move and manipulate things so some restriction in hand movement is fine. After rummaging through the room, he finds more cloths in a closet within the room and tries on all the other cloths, trying to mimic how these strangers wear them and finally found a man's shirt that was sufficient enough to finally put his arms through although they were 4 sizes too big, draping over his body, dragging on the floor, his hands not even going through the sleeves. But he was fine. The shirt accomplishes his goal of covering up his changed body.

Finally he gets to explore the room he was placed in, all of it alien to him, and finds himself at the side of a large luxurious bed. Although he's seen a bed before, like many things he'd seen during the night, he'd never seen anything like it. Curious, he tries to climb the bed but it was much too tall for him to climb normally. So he leaps on to the bed and bounces as he landed. A small mischievous smile crosses his face and he starts jumping on the bed, up and down, up and down, gleefully laughing. Considering his situation, and what he has been through, for the first time in a long time, he feels like a kid again.

Reko

[Neon Graffiti]

(Yes! A free day! Time to post. (: Thanks for your patience guiz. Miss ya <3)

[Soren Shadowtreader]

(OOC: finally finished the concept drawing for my character. plan on making more dynamic poses eventually, hopefully the rest comes out good.)

[Soren Shadowtreader]

(OOC: another drawing. this is right after Adia unchains Soren and he bursts out of the cage. man need to find a way to re-size these. and need to work on shadows >< wink

[Neon Graffiti]

(Friends. ;__; I'm sorry I've been gone so long... new job.)

[Thrustin243]

Neon Graffiti

(Friends. ;__; I'm sorry I've been gone so long... new job.)

Congrats on the new job!!! We're starting up again... and we've made a facebook group. Check your PMs!