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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:52 am
Every holiday season, and every day in general, many little ones go without a family and warm shelter. The little ones are no stranger to our parts and many wander the cold streets going hungry every night. They've watched through windows into the warm homes, wishing they had that life. Each night their dreams are filled with hopes of finding someone that will take them home to love and care for them like their own child.
Well, we've rounded up most of these little ones. The ones that want so desperately to be loved. The ones that want warmth, food and someone to snuggle with every night. The ones that have nothing of their own to give, but do not selfishly seek to take. They will accept the gift you give of a home, love and other trinkets this holiday season.
For now they have temporary beds and three meals a day. For now they have toys to share amongst themselves, but none they can call their own. For now they are safe from the harsh cold of the streets...but they still stare outside at the passing families, their big eyes begging to be taken in.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:10 am
This is an adoption event. There are several orphans that need homes with someone to love them, but there may not be enough for everyone that comes in to adopt a child.
This is open to single noodles who want to be parents, or who already are. This is open to couples who have families, who have maxed out their breedings or have no children at all.
There are just a few things to consider when entering.
1. This child cannot breed with any of it's siblings/parents/family. That's horrible...
2. This does not count as a breeding slot/chance for your noodle or couple. This is purely adoption.
3. You may enter and give the adopted child to someone who does not own the parent(s), but the child is still related to the ones who adopted it.
4. Both owners of a couple must understand there will most likely only be one child given to their couple. There are rare cases of twins (from the same bowl no less), but go into this expecting only one. Determine owner now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:24 am
How do you apply to adopt one of these children? Good question, let's take some of these forms and quietly go discuss it away from them while they play....
To enter, fill out the following form(s). You may enter once for each category. This means if you enter the single for yourself and the couple with another person, you are maxed out. That other person can also enter the singles as well, but then they will also be maxed out.
The idea is to bring a gift to your prospective child (you don't know what the children will look like until they are all revealed at the end of this event). This gift can be a toy, clothing, jewelry, etc. With said gift, please also write out an RP response. It doesn't have to be long.
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For Single Parents (One noodle - One owner) [size=16][b][color=green]I seek a child of my own![/color][/b][/size]
[b]Owner of Parent:[/b]
[b]Parent's Name:[/b]
[b]Parent's Image:[/b] [url=]Image[/url]
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[b]Owner of Child:[/b]
[b]Gift to Child:[/b]
[b]RP Response:[/b] For Couples (Two noodles - Two owners) [size=16][b][color=red]We're adding to our family![/color][/b][/size]
[b]Owner of First Parent:[/b]
[b]First Parent's Name:[/b]
[b]First Parent's Image:[/b] [url=]Image[/url]
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[b]Owner of Second Parent:[/b]
[b]Second Parent's Name:[/b]
[b]Second Parent's Image:[/b] [url=]Image[/url]
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[b]Owner of Child:[/b]
[b]Gift to Child:[/b]
[b]RP Response:[/b]
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:26 am
And with that, I declare this open for people to start posting their forms! If you have any questions or concerns, please PM them to Mameha Otome.
Open: Now'
Close: Dec 31st, 11:59 pm PST
After that, no other forms will be looked at or considered. Adoptions will be made through the rest of the month from this point on.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:11 pm
I seek a child of my own!Owner of Parent: SilverWolfSun Parent's Name: Eveline Parent's Image: Image-- Owner of Child: SilverWolfSun Gift to Child: An old polar bear of Eveline's named Fuzzy RP Response: Eveline huffed in frustration from her perch on the edge of a couch. The room appeared the way most rooms probably should at eleven o' clock at night, and yet Eveline had hoped her housemates might be willing to cooperate with her and celebrate Christmas Eve together. Of course the old coots couldn't be bothered to stay up long enough. Almost all of her guests and housemates had deserted her, leaving for their own homes and warm beds after only a few hours of partying. Bo-ring. She couldn't get over it, and now she was all alone, her work for nothing. Of course, she would be seeing them all again in the morning - Eve had a few things she was willing to donate to the nearby orphanage - but she wasn't likely to be in a very chipper mood. Maybe when she saw the little kits; that would make her day so much better. She had their gifts wrapped up and in boxes and had decorated them with small flowers from her own garden and colorful ribbons. She was thinking about maybe revisiting them, adding something more - red and green paw prints? little bags of candy? Just a little something to brighten them up for the kits. She padded over to her garden, thinking of a few more flowers that could be tied in, when she spotted a flash of fur as it passed the window. Peering down into the snowy ground, though, she couldn't see anything but small paw prints. Small paw prints? Passing to the next window, she could see another bit of fur as it passed, leaving the same paw prints in the snow. She chased the mysterious kit from window to window, certain she could catch up with him or her in time to find out what they were up to, but when she peered through the last foggy window, she could see nothing. She left the house, knowing something so small couldn't have gone too far in the last few minutes. She peeked out the door, not wanting to spook the poor thing and almost missed it - down in the window of one of the few lit homes, but outside rather than in. She frowned, taking a few tentative steps out and shuddering. What would they be doing outside at a time like this when it was so cold out? She took slow, careful steps towards the kit so as not to alert it to her presence and pounced. The kit had barely a moment's notice to react and missed it's window of opportunity. She pinned it, shifting her weight to the side so that she didn't hurt it. "Hey! Get off!" The kit shouted, struggling under her weight pitifully. She could tell just barely from the kit's voice that it was male, and peeked down at the little intruder. "Not until you tell me why you were looking in their window!" she argued in return. The kit glared at her before sighing in frustration. "Fine. I was watching them." He nodded curtly, as if this were the most obvious reason and frowned at Eve's look of confusion. "What? I was! So could you please let me go now?" Eve could feel the little kit wriggling from her grasp. "Not until you tell me why." "That wasn't part of the deal, lady!" he shouted, and with one last wriggle, he was free, running as fast as his little feet could take. By the time Eve was up and ready to run, he was completely out of her line of sight. He's fast, she groused, and turned to trudge back to her home. Hopefully the little guy would have a nice Christmas tomorrow . . . - - - - - - - - - Christmas Morning - - - - - - - - - Eve yawned, pawing at Eke's face with her free paw and turned over. She'd been up so late wrestling with the little kit, why was Eke bothering her now? "Come on, Eve! We have to open presents and give the orphans' theirs!" Eke yelled, bouncing on the edge of the couch, coming dangerously close to bouncing on Eve's tail. She yelped, yanking her precious tail back to her, and mock-growled at Eke. "I'm coming, I'm coming! I'll be there in a sec!" She pushed off the couch, and the rest of the morning was dedicated to wishing her neighbors Merry Christmas and a flurry of new toys, leaving the room in disarray, full of torn wrapping paper. She happily finished the morning by putting the finishing touches on the outside of the orphans' gifts, adding just a teeny bit more green, red, white, and gold glitter and a few multi-colored paw prints to complete the look. The others swore she'd overdone it, but nothing looked more festive than shed glitter, and this glitter would shed all over their floor, guaranteed. They head out into the snow, donning scarves and boots to protect them from the cold. Eve found it extremely entertaining on the walk there to catch the chunky snowflakes on her tongue. It amused her all the way to front door of the orphanage, and Eve happily skipped inside, setting the presents underneath their dull Christmas tree. For added effect, she shook a few of the presents onto the tree, as it was looking far too plain to be festive, and the glitter would brighten things up. She caught the glare of the head mistress and stuck her tongue out at the woman, sneaking into the back to see the little kits. They didn't look too festive either. What was it about this place that sapped the fun out of everything. "Come on out, kits! I brought presents!" They cheered and ran out. Sure enough, the were enthralled by the glitter and the gifts inside. But it seemed like she'd brought one gift too many. Or was someone skipping out? She checked the room over again. Presents brought everyone running, right? But one small, familiar, kit in the back, frowning with his head down. Eve ran back to snatch the last present, thinking he'd see the gift and come up, but he ignored her still. In fact, when she padded up to him and yelled "Boo!" he flinched, eyes snapping open in surprise. "You!" he yelled. Eve set the present down on the edge of his bed. "You never did tell me why you were watching them. If you do, you can get the present," she cooed, shaking it suggestively. He just shook his head. "Doesn't matter, not like it's mine anyway." She ignored him and shot forward, tickling him. "Tell me why now!" He gasped, laughing hysterically. "Al-alright! I-I-I'll t-te-ll you!" he managed to cry out in between bouts of laughter. Eve sat back in triumph. "Go on." The kit rubbed his paws into the sheets bashfully. Was it really that bad? "I was, um, watching them 'cause . . . 'Cause I wanted to know what a family looked like." He muttered the last part under his breath, like she might not hear it if he tried hard enough to avoid it. She waited a few more minutes for another part, but when he didn't add on, she just shook her head. "That's it? Why are you so afraid of telling me?" she asked, eying him. "Well, 'cause whenever I tell someone they always laugh, like it's wrong to hope for a family. The way he looked, he was devastated she'd found out. All of these kits - they laughed at having a family. She frowned, sidling up to the kit and took the present from the bed. "You said I could have it if I told you!" She made her way down the aisles of beds. "Well, you will - when we get home."
The kit stared at her in shock, as if his brain couldn't process this. "You-you're taking me home?" "You bet. I think I'll get you a few more, if you want." That was all it took. The little kit bound up to her, striding side by side with ease. "I'm Eve, by the way. Who are you?" "I'm Kain!" And soon enough, Kain and Eve were sitting side by side, opening presents, eating cake, and laughing it up like they'd been together all their lives.
[ [ er, I got a bit carried away. -.-' Sorry 'bout that. ] ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 7:43 am
I seek a child of my own!Owner of Parent: Freaksrus Parent's Name: Caffeina Parent's Image: Image-- Owner of Child: Freaksrus Gift to Child: Candy canes & Gumdrops RP Response: Caffeina was happy in most ways. She had a friend and other noodles to talk to, but she had always wanted a child. She had even tried to entice Rio...Ugh! But nothing seemed to work. Finally she went to try at the orphange. She smiled and waited to see what little one would like her most. She had brought Candy Canes and Gumdrops for the little one as a gift. Speedy her friend clung to her back and growled. He hated having anyone take away her attention. But if the child was brave enough and he felt it was ok. He could share her with it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:35 am
I seek a child of my own! Owner of Parent: Bouncy_Pineapple Parent's Name: Myracle Parent's Image: Image -- Owner of Child: Bouncy_Pineapple Gift to Child: A teddy bear RP Response:Myracle had wanted a child of her own for as long as she could remember. Yet she never found the perfect noodle to start a family with. She told herself that it was a good thing, since if she rushed into a relationship she might end up with an unhappy life. But as she grew older and no mate came her way, she was becoming even lonelier. In that way, she and the orphans were alike. Myracle had watched bowls grow into kits then into adults then eventually had their own kids. Families were forming and growing but she wasn't a part of them, although she wished she was. So when she heard that there were children that needed adopting, she jumped at the opportunity. But underneath her eagerness was a world of fear. What if the child didn't like her? What if she messed up? What if parenthood wasn't as wonderful as she expected? Although she flew on full steam ahead with the process, her worries did not disappear and only grew as she approached the day. Myracle had brought a teddy bear with her as a present for her new child. But she found comfort in it like she was the one being adopted. As she walked into the orphanage, many eyes turned to her, round with anticipation. She could see that they were hoping with all their heart that she would be the one to take them home. It broke her own heart to deny them their dream, at least for now. Her heart was pounding like a drum now. She tried to calm herself, so she wouldn't make the kit panic too, but the efforts made her even more flustered. There was one child sitting in the corner that the orphan caretaker led her to. The kit was apparently just as afraid as Myracle was, as it took coaxing for her to turn around and make eye contact. She was hoping that her fears would evaporate when she saw her new child. Yet they didn't. She was still scared. But she forced herself to move forward and sat down with the orphan, teddy bear outstretched. The kit lunged at her with surprising speed. Not only did her paws wrap around the present, she also clung to Myracle's leg with such ferociousness that might've scared her away if she wasn't already frozen in place with fear. "Please... don't leave me..." Her voice was barely above a whisper and if Myracle didn't know any better she would've thought that it was a breeze blowing through the orphanage. She remained motionless, as if any movement would break her like a china vase, and then a realization made her pull the kit closer in a tight embrace. They were both scared. But if they stuck together, they can make it through. Neither of them would have to face their hardships alone. That's what being a family was about.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:05 am
Orphaned bowl going to an unrelated parent, just keeping this here for my own records on who owns and got what. Thank you.  -Yasha Alchemist Parent's Name: Temperance Parent's Image: Temp -- Owner of Child: -Yasha Alchemist Gift to Child: Box of Crayons RP Response:It’s the most wonderful time of the year~
Or so the radio rang out to the streets.
A brightly colored noodled walked home alone in the snow.
Temperance looked down, careful to not look orphanage yard. It only saddened him… He knew that yard all too well. Growing up in the same orphanage, hoping that each passerby was the fox or foxette that was going to take him home that day. Everyday he told himself tomorrow he would adopt someone, but he didn’t think he was a capable of showing love for another.
A small paw reached out from underneath the orphanage’s rusty gates. It startled Temp a bit as he looked over to the caged child. If it wasn’t love at first sight it was something similar. Temperance’s heart melted looking into the large eyes of the young kit.
“Eh, Mister could you grab that ribbon f’r me?”
His head tilted looking over to see a black ribbon on the ground before picking it up and handing it through the gates to the kit.
“Thank you. It’s the only thing left I have from my mom.”
“Uhh Glad I-“
The kit ran off. Temp stood there confused a minute before remembering the feeling of no longer wanting to get close to someone hoping they would take you home then only to realize they weren’t. The feeling that no one will ever love you…
He ran home quickly running up stairs and digging through a chest, finding a small box and wrapping it up in cloth for easy carriage.
Out of breath Temperance arrived back at the gates of the orphanage. He found the kit still trying to tie the ribbon around its wrist.
“He-hey.” Temp trying to catch his breath back, helping the kit tie the ribbon.
“This is the only thing I have from my mom.” He lay down and unwrapped the box showing the kit the dull crayons along with a new box of crayons.
“I want to give these to you and if you want…you can come home with me.”
The kit’s eyes lit up as Temperance gave a timid smile. This wasn’t as hard as he thought would be.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 10:05 am
I seek a child of my own!Owner of Parent: ChaosTheories Parent's Name: Joliette Parent's Image: Image-- Owner of Child: ChaosTheories Gift to Child: A poinsettia, and a letter RP Response:Christmas was a time for family, right? Joliette didn't really know. Sometimes her friends would come over and give her a gift or a smile or a card on Christmas day, but then they would be off again, leaving Jolie alone with her fireplace and a good book. Sometimes she read Christmas stories. Other times, she just read her usual gardening books. But all she really knew about Christmas was that it was too cold for her to grow most of her beloved plants, and she often found herself alone and very lonely. Were the stories true? Did families come together and decorate the tree, bake cookies, sing carols, and celebrate Christmas together? Jolie had to admit that she lived an isolated life, and that she hadn't really witnessed the holiday for herself. Or perhaps she was just blocking the thoughts out. She was suffering from amnesia after all, and even thinking about what she didn't remember about her family and her past brought tears to her eyes. She didn't like thinking about what she could not remember. She missed her family, even if she had no memories of them. Eventually Joliette was driven into town by curiosity. As painful as it might be to rediscover what she was missing, she had to know about the holiday. She spent all Christmas eve looking around, peeking around corners and watching as others went about the day. The stories... they were true! Jolie let herself be immersed in the sights and smells. Every time someone smiled, she smiled too. This holiday was a lot more fun than she could have imagined! Of course, all good things came to an end and reality crept in. Joliette wasn't part of the celebrations... She was just an observer, stealing moments of happiness that didn't belong to her. By the end of the day, her sadness and come back full force, and she regretted coming to town at all. Joliette wandered down the street, staring at the ground as she went. It was only when she almost trod on a ratty old toy bear that she bothered to look up at the buildings around her. She realized she was standing at an orphanage. It was getting late, but the lights were still on. With a noncommittal shrug she picked up the toy and opened the door, meaning to return it. Warmth washed over her. Inside, Joliette stepped inside and took a brief look around. There were kits scattered about, playing games and talking to one another. They looked happy, but it didn't take Jolie long to notice that the atmosphere was subdued, somehow. Although she could hear then speak, it seemed that they took care not to talk to loudly. And even games that needed energy, like tag, seemed to lack enthusiasm. The more she thought about it, the more she realized why. These kits were missing out, weren't they? Even though they had all of their basic needs met here, they still didn't have a pair of arms to hold them. She wondered if they had ever had the chance to be loved. Once again that evening, Joliette felt tears pricking at her eyes, and before anyone could stop her, she dropped the bear and dashed back out the door. ---- The next morning, one of the kits would find a beautiful poinsettia sitting next to their bed. The ribbon draped lovingly over it would also be tied to a letter, written carefully in red ink. If the kit was to open the letter and read it, they would discover that it said:
Dear little one,
I know you do not know me, and I do not know you. But I hope that we will get the chance to meet.
My name is Joliette, and I live out in the forest. This poinsettia is just one of the many things I grow in my garden. There is a lot of space out here, but it can get lonely. You see, I have no family to share this place with. It's just me and my garden, so I hope that it will change soon.
I have asked your caretakers to see if I could give you a home. Later today, I plan to come back and see you, and perhaps we can go out and go carolling, and decorate a tree, and bake desserts. I have never celebrated Christmas before, so I hope that we can learn about it together.
I promise that I will make your holiday special this year, and the next year, and all the years that follow.
Love,
Joliette
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 10:59 am
I seek a child of my own! Owner of Parent: Geyser Eelborn Parent's Name: Matthäus Bauer Parent's Image: Image -- Owner of Child: Geyser Eelborn Gift to Child: A thick winter coat RP Response: Had it really been three years now since I’d escaped from the emporium that had planned to sell me into slavery? It seemed hard to believe. But believe it I did whenever the cold wind ruffled my thin fur. I snuggled deeper into my coat and wrapped my old scarf tighter around my face. All around, shoppers bustled past with bags dangling from crowded arms. The sound of heavy traffic was all around as well, honking horns adding to the cacophony of chatter and music blaring from desperate shopfronts. The busy masses were all that kept the chill off, replacing it with a cyclone of emotions. In all the crowd, I had found a peaceful spot, a center of calm. And, leaning against an antique lamppost just beyond a dingy alley, I found myself staring at a picture on a sign. It took me a few minutes of dull-eyed tranquility to realize what I was looking at: the sorrowful eyes of three kits in a picture. I could almost hear some cynic say, “Must be Christmas—the season of guilt-tripping!” but I couldn’t shake off the sad expressions that compelled me to read the damp notice further. “Every holiday season, and every day in general, many little ones go without a family and warm shelter…” I read the notice three times, wrapping my coat more firmly around myself. I had a job at a local bookstore. I could support myself. Surely I had enough savings to support someone else? And I had friends who could help kitsit a child when I was at work. The kits needed a home—I could surely keep a kit, couldn’t I? I don’t know how to raise a child, though! Education, feeding, clothing…What do I know? Well, I did help with my younger siblings, but my older sister helped me with that. If I needed advice, I could always ask someone else!The kits needed a home. And I wanted to give one. I didn’t have time to head to the orphanage right now, but I made a note to visit it after the shop closed. The rest of the day passed in a haze. Prospective adopters were supposed to bring a gift for a child—what should I get him? Her? Them? Toys? What sort of toys? What if they didn’t like them? I would personally rather get a book anyway—but what if the child didn’t know how to read? Or didn’t like books? And furthermore, what if the orphanage was only looking for couples, the better to support and love a child? The horrible questions twirled around my head like pestering crows. I tried to concentrate harder on helping people find books and tried not to worry too much about the end of the day. When noon rolled in and I reached for the pocket of my coat with my lunch in it, I suddenly realized what I would have loved to have as a kit without a family. Lunch forgotten, I pulled my coat on and rushed outside to shop. The day was winding down to an end when we closed up for the evening. There was still an hour and a half for the orphanage to be open to visitors, and I rushed the fifteen blocks to the forbidding brick front. Trembling still with nervousness, I walked up the steps and opened the door, ringing a bell attached to the jam. Over my arm was the thickest, warmest, kit-sized coat that I had found. No child I had would ever be cold and lonely. ~~~ I hadn’t known what to expect. When I look back, though, I think I expected mournful silence and children looking mopey and forlorn. This orphanage was loud, though, and for a moment I almost ran. The sound…all the chattering…the smell of the poor all living close together, brushing elbows, chaos and cold all wrapped together, squalid, tiny rooms, the shoving and the fighting… For a moment I wanted to run. I wanted to flee. Take to my heels and never return. The sounds, the smells, all the feelings came back. The memories were back. I tried to push them away. I didn’t want to think about that. I couldn’t think about that. I gritted my teeth. I survived that wretched place, and I was never going back. And I couldn’t leave someone to this. I would like to say that I grinned and bore it, that I walked in and I walked back out with an orphan. But I… I didn’t. I ran for it. I gave into my base instincts and I ran home. But I felt terrible for the rest of the evening. It seemed colder somehow, and the kit’s coat seemed to glare at me all night from the corner. I slept badly. I tossed and turned. When work began the next morning, I was short and cross. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, and I didn’t even notice it when the door opened and the bell attached rang. “Hey. Hey. Hey! Mister! Hey, you! Ach, y’even hear me?” A young voice was talking to me. I poked my head over the banister from the second floor. In the middle of the floor, in front of the desk, was a scruffy, filthy looking kit. “Yes?” “Ach, yer the coward that ran away yesterday!” he shouted up at me. “No need to raise your voice. I can hear you just fine.” I felt myself shrinking back, and shame made my cheeks hot. For a wild minute, I didn’t believe the kit was there. It was my conscience, come back to haunt me in the form of a lost and abandoned kit! Why does my conscience have a Scottish accent?“But yer the one, y’ran awa’,” he said. I squirmed. “ Yes.” He rolled his eyes. “Well, why did ye run awa’? Too scared to face us?” I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck and tiptoed down the stairs so I could face him on his level. It occurred to me that he must have been at the orphanage—how did he get out? Had he been adopted already, but had been hurt when he saw me run away? “Vhat’s your name?” I asked. He squinched up his nose. “What’s that sort of accent?” “German. Vhat’s your name?” He pulled his own ragged scarf around himself. I felt even more guilty now. “Ah’m Hamish. And ye’re…?” I shouldn’t have hesitated, but I did. I don’t know why. “You can call me Matt.” “And why would ah want to do that?” “Because it’s shorter zan ‘Matthäus Bauer’?” I smiled. Hamish wasn’t impressed. “Why’d ye awa’?” he repeated. I sighed and leaned against the wall. Good thing business seemed slow right now. It was almost lunch. Did Hamish have anyone to feed him? I was hungry myself, he must have been even more hungry. “I…I vas kidnapped vhen I vas a kit,” I said quietly. “Seeing zat place, it brought back bad memories of being alone and scared and cold.” I stared at the floor. The rattling of cages, and the cries of noodles who wanted to get out, somehow, anyhow… I wasn’t looking at Hamish, but I could tell just from the awed tone of his voice that his eyes had grown large. “Really?” he asked. “ ‘At’s amazing! How did ye escape? Did ye fight ‘em off? Wha were they?” I risked a glance up. Yes, his eyes were huge, filling his face. He was hanging on my words. “I’m not keeping anyone, am I?” I asked. He shrugged. “Nah, though they’ll probably be sendin’ someone out t’look for me. The orphanage, ye ken. Ah leave every day. They cannae keep me locked up for long. And they couldn’t keep ye, could they?” He looked up hopefully. I thought about it. There was something about Hamish that I liked. I wanted to get to know him better. And I could see from the way he stood that he was cold. No one should be cold this time of year. Weather had nothing to do with it. “You look hungry,” I said. “How about ve get some food and ve discuss it over lunch?” He nodded. “Ah would be grateful, Matt,” he admitted. He added a hopeful smile. I smiled back. “Let me get you a coat, first. It’s getting cold outside.” (( Okay, I think I’m actually done this time xDD ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 6:53 pm
I seek a child of my own!Owner of Parent: [.Silvr-Moon.] Parent's Name: Kori Parent's Image: Image-- Owner of Child: [.Silvr-Moon.] Gift to Child: One of her "tail-feathers" RP Response:Snow dusted on the earth below as she lazily padded along, walking on her own leisurely place to nowhere. Although the frost bit at the bottom of her paw pads, the mid-day sun showered kind rays of warmth that warmed up her back, grateful to be awake on such a peaceful day. Yet, for the day, her claws were itching for some action, digging into the mixture of hardened dirt and snow, for being on her lonesome for the past few days without anyone to harass or play around with. Oh, if there was just someone she could stumble across, just anyone to keep her occupied for the moment, she would be so grateful for the break away for the dull lonesomeness of consistency! The boredom that she was so dearly suffering from just gave her such aches, both mental and physical. She was being deprived of having fun of her own and getting to release whatever energy that was being stockpiled within her body!
Boy, did she get what she wanted! Not paying attention to the earth below her, she slammed her paw against something hard, almost like a rock, before she tumbled forward. "Geez, what was that!?" Kori hissed in frustration and surprise, wondering how in the world she did not notice such a large thing before her any sooner. When she turned to face the object that had dared hurt her paw by surprise, she was again surprised by the fact that it took the form of a small kit. However, her instincts nearly drove her to storm right back over to it and give it a good slash with her claws, out of spite that it caused her such a shock. Yet, when her paws took her, one, two strides back, she stopped. Meh, the poor thing already looks half-dead, probably from the snow she thought, her morals subconsciously directing her otherwise. I sure did ‘stumble’ across someone, that’s for sure, she thought sorely to herself, lashing her tail around lividly as she turned back around to continue on her way.
However, she barely travelled four strides away when a weight thrust itself upon her rump, minuscule thorns trying to grasp into the mix of fur and feathers on her lower back. With a mixture of a snarl and a hiss in utter surprise, Kori’s first instincts lead her to whip around and swat her agitator with her paw, simply trying to knock it off. With a squeal and a thump, the object fell from her back, shocked in turn that it had just been hit. When Kori could fully see the tiny body, her fur bristled in agitation and she rolled her eyes in disbelief. Are you kidding me, did this brat just throw itself on me? Along with her thoughts, she felt her head shake and allowed a sigh to pass through her throat, feeling as her nose warmed briefly with the passing heat. Several different choice words of hers rapidly flowed through her mind, but as she continued to stare down the kit, it only began to look younger and younger, becoming more and more pathetic. As some of the words passed by, she extended her jaws to let them pass, but the little kit merely stared up at her with big eyes and a wagging tail. Just like a well-trained puppy…idiot. She let a snort clear out her nose, narrowing her eyes for a slight intimidation effect before she finally began, “Look, kid, you don’t just jump on top of a stranger like that-“
”You found me, you found me! Now it’s your turn to go hide!” The pitchy, young voice rang horribly against her eardrums, and not being used to such enthusiasm, her face jerked backwards in a flinch. Briefly distracted and enthusiastic, the kit blurted out, ”Wow, you’re like a bird! Your feathers were tickly on my belly! Can I have one?”
”Sure, you probably yanked some out, you brat,” Kori muttered, feeling her blood start to heat up with agitation.
”Hey, do you wanna join the game? You know the rules, right? Now it’s your turn to go hide!”
Again, Kori shook her head and sighed in response, disappointed in such childish behavior at the time being. This wasn’t the type of attention she wished to be involved in right now; this wasn’t any fun! If anything, it felt like she was babysitting or something of the sort. Getting a bit more irritated, the words that came out of her mouth next were stressed, gritting her teeth a bit as she responded. ”Look, kid, I’ve got my own things to do. Why don’t you stay here and wait for mommy or something?”
”Oh, but I have been!” The kit spoke each word with an earnest innocence, eyes growing wider and brighter with each word that traveled past its lips. ”Me and momma were walking around together, and she took me far away from home! She started to play ‘hide and seek’ with me, but she still hasn’t found me yet!” Impishly, the kit shuffled its paws and kneaded the earth below, even blushing lightly with a hint of guilt. ”This time, she told me to go hide a bit farther, and I guess I went a bit too far away! Momma promised me that she would find me, though, so she said no matter what, I should wait here for her. It’s been a while since it was my turn, though! I must’ve fallen asleep, but when I woke up I thought you were my momma. That’s why I pounced on ya~!”
Driven by innocent intentions and curiosity, this time Kori spoke with a sense of honey lathered onto each word, each syllable, speaking with a tone of gentleness and softness. ”Oh?” She cooed, suddenly acting like the ‘all-interested and ignorant’ adult, now all interested in what this small child had to say. She tilted her head, relaxing her position by resting daintily on her haunches, before adding, ”When did you start your turn?”
Eyebrows furrowed in focus, the small kit thrashed its tail about, kneading at the ground even more brutally as it tried to compute the numbers in its miniature brain. ”Momma said it was my turn four days ago. She always said I was a good hider! Does that mean I won?”
Oh, you have *got*to be kidding me… However, looking back down upon the child’s face, and knowing the immediate and probably truth behind the scenario of which it did not understand, Kori couldn’t help but to feel her heart drop out for the poor, small kit. ”Hey, here’s an idea,” she began, already kicking herself for the words that she felt travelling towards her mouth. ”Instead of playing this game, how would you like to go on an adventure? You see, I’m travelling all over the world right now, and I need a little, how should I put it, sidekick, perhaps? I need one to travel with me and make sure I don’t get lost!” Yes, that’s right. Just play it right in my favor. Who knew, perhaps this small creature could become some sort of use to the agile adult. Yet, in her heart, perhaps Kori knew all along that it wasn’t about herself, or at least about whatever side of her personality she thought this little one would be belonging to…
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:37 pm
I seek a child of my own!
Owner of Parent: II Necromantic II
Parent's Name: Apnea
Parent's Image: Image
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Owner of Child: II Necromantic II
Gift to Child: A rat...don't ask sweatdrop
RP Response:
The rain had always held some sort of allure to Apnea. Maybe it was because bad weather kept most noodles indoors, putting her anxiety at ease. But then again, less noodles hanging around meant...well, exactly that. She was a social being, who when she was alone tended to slip into a darker state of mind.
And, with her mind preoccupied, she began to sort of tune out the world and instead stare at the city sidewalk as she walked. And it was that moment, when she walked by an alleyway, that she jumped about ten feet in the air.
"Achoo!"
"Holy Shiiii...!" She cried out, trailing off at the last word when she realised the sound came from a kit. What? She could keep it PG. But where had the sound come from?
"Achoo! Achoo!"
Ok, that seemed to answer her question. Apnea went to investigate a cluster of several cardboard boxes. One in particular held a small kit. 'As they usually do' She thought sarcastically to herself. Ok, this was new. "Uhhmm...Hi? Any reason you're in a cardboard box?"
"It's raining, what else was i supossed to do?"
"I dunno. Hey, where's you're Momma?"
"I don't know. She told me to stay here, that she would come back later...but she didn't."
Aw, well if that didn't tug at her heart strings, nothing would. He was so cute! Sure, he was majorly snotting, which was a little gross, but who could leave such an angel all alone? "Um...i think you might be coming down with something...i can take you somewhere dry and warm if you want."
"But...but...Stranger danger!"
'Ugh...of course. Should have seen it coming.' She mentally slapped herself on the forehead. Then she focused on reasoning with the kit. "Well, my name's Apnea. Now you know me, I'm not a stranger, am I?"
"Well...i guess not, Appener...Apneehah..." He repeated, trying to get the pronouciation right.
"How about just 'Ap'?" She said with a shake of her head.
"Ok, Ap" The kit giggled.
Lucily, her home wasn't far. And as Apnea walked the kit seemed to dance in circles around her. She just looked at it like the whole thing was ridiculous. So this was what kits were like? Her house had been abandoned long ago by the human owners. It was run down and in bad shape, but it was home. The door gave it's familiar creak as she went inside. The kit looked wary.
"Do...do ghosts live here?" It said in a shaky voice
"No...Why did you hear a noise? It's probably one of the rats."
"RATS!? I-I don't like rats. They're scary."
"Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of. The rats here are nice. They love noodles." As if to prove her point one scurried out, quite used to Apnea's presence. She scooped it up and held it out to the kit. "See? He likes you. Why don't you pat him?"
The kit was silent, moving his paw towards and then snatching it back. Ugh, this was taking forever. In the end the rat did recieve a small tap. And the kit giggled, then stroked it some more. Apnea ended up handing it over while she set about lighting the fireplace, making some chicken soup and grabbing some blankets. When she returned the kit was warming by the fire.
"I like it here...it's nice."
"Um...why don't you stay here then? It can be your home too, i guess."
"Can you be my mommy then?"
Oh lord and lady, what was she getting herself into? She did get kinda lonely around here, but was she really ready to raise a kit? She sat down beside the kit, and blew out a deep breath.
...Yes
"Sure." Apnea said with a warm smile. The kit squealed with delight, then had a sneezing fit, spraying snot all over the room. Cute...but gross. The rat jumped, having fallen asleep in the clutches of her new...child. "Hm, if you want, you can keep that rat. But you have to take care of him, make sure he's healthy and what not"
"Really? YAY! Merry christmas, new momma!"
Wow, talk about cheesy. Ok, so Apnea didn't celebrate christmas...at all. But she decided not to dampen the kit's excitement. After all, it was the season for giving, right? Well, she'd just given some orphan a whole new home and family...and a rat. "Merry christmas." She said with a chuckle.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 8:28 pm
I seek a child of my own! Owner of Parent: Yushika
Parent's Name: Pandora
Parent's Image: Pandora
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Owner of Child: Yushika
Gift to Child: A book, title faded away from age.
RP Response: (( I'm sorry it is so long, I grew carried away.:3 ))
The sounds of yelling pierced her heart, such a beautiful voice snarling and whimpering as ugly voices tried to drown it out. Such ugly, hateful voices, filled with malice. Children already falling down the dark paths the adults around them were paving for them. She knew these voices, they haunted her in her sleep, reminded her of her own malformed state. Of her own frightening, hideous body she was so ashamed of. She remembered these sounds, these cries, this malice, and it was almost like she was a child again, sobbing in the corner as people both feared and hated her.
This voice needed help, and she could provide it. Her paws brought her to the corner of the street, unnatural red eyes scanning the area for the culprits. Ah, a group of large children, perhaps not all large, crowded around the source of the voice. Their heads turned when they sensed her fear aura, eyes widening as they flinched against one another. She didn't even have to touch them before they scattered, her eyes falling upon a small boy.
If she was the embodiment of fear then he was the embodiment of beauty, for he was everything beautiful. Large eyes heavily lashed watched her, fur dirty and yet such a light color that it almost pained her to realize her own was just a plain darkness that seemed to linger whenever she moved. He was so frail, so beautiful, and so.... He didn't look at her with fear. It was strange, he should be able to sense it, but he didn't. Those bright, amber eyes watched her, analyzing her, and immediately she felt exposed. Though as she approached, her paw raising to touch him, she noticed he did not flinch. Instead, those beautiful eyes intensified, and then his mouth parted. She waited to hear what beautiful sound would escape this child's mouth, watching until...
"What the hell do you want?"
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The child was glaring. Dripping wet from the rain, amber eyes narrowed as she fussed over him. She couldn't help it, she could actually touch this beautiful boy. He didn't seem to feel it, her aura. He wasn't repulsed by her appearance, and even if the beautiful boys words were anything but beautiful she found herself wanting to dry him, feed him to fill his slender body, and give him a warm bed to sleep in for the night. Yet, he was not as amused with her.
"Look, lady. I aint here to play patty cake. I gots to go home, to the orphanage, or Ms.White is gonna get mad and make me sit in the chair, again." Oh, once again he was glaring. It was slightly adorable, she had to admit. She set the towel aside, smiling slightly at the boy before heading into her kitchen, poking about while he shuffled side to side. "Lady." He called impatiently, frowning at her when she merely turned around to look at him once, then returning to her movements.
He stomped over to the kitchen, yelping when she shoved a warm mug of hot chocolate into his paws, looking up at her as if she was insane. "Ms.White said chocolate stunts growth." He mused, moving to dump the liquid. "I'm already tiny."
"Coffee. Coffee stunts growth, not hot chocolate." She said softly, watching him glare, then the cup of hot chocolate, shaking his head and still dumping it out. He didn't trust her. Giggling softly, she knelt down before him, touching his shoulder.
"What is your name?"
"Don't got one."
"Have."
"What? I said I don't go-"
"I don't have one, say that instead. My name is Pandora. Where are your parents?"
She watched him go from glaring to staring at her, perplexed, and then bitterly kick at the hard wood floors. "Have, whatever. I don't got parents." He stopped, looking up at her, scowling, and then down. "Have, sorry." He twitched away when Pandora reached to touch his cheek, glaring venomously at her. She smiled back, moving away to grab a few blankets, nodding.
"Then, in the morning I will take you back." She really didn't want to... though. Her eyes followed him as he looked around, jumping when she moved to throw the blankets on the couch. "Heh. I will show you my bedroom. You will sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch." She whispered, watching him flick his eyes from the couch to the bed. Briefly his glare lessened, excitement passing over it instead, as if he had never had his own bed. However, he made absolute sure to glare at her when their eyes met. Of course.
He nodded, going to run off. Swiftly, she wrapped her paw around him, enticing a loud "Hey!" and flailing. She lifted him, taking him to the bathroom, plopping him down, and shutting the door. His eyes widened, watching her in shock. She went over to the tub, turning the faucet to the tub on, and smiling.
"You are muddy." She stopped, having been about to speak more when she saw the horror in the boys amber eyes. Oh. He was going to make a run for it...
"A bath?! Hell no!" She was right, he went running.
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Squirming over a bath, squirming under a towel, squirming when she made him brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush, squirming when she tried to tuck him in, he was a ball of energy. However, the second he was put to bed he collapsed, amber eyes barely keeping up with her as she moved to get a book. She grabbed a faded book, old, perhaps older then even her. She sat down on the bed, opening the book and leaning over so he could see.
"Care to read with me?" She asked, watching tired eyes flick away. Suddenly, he blushed, ears flicking back. He shook his head, throwing the covers over his head and snuggling under them.
"Mrmph mrm frem."
"English?"
He popped his head out. "I can't read..." He whispered, looking at her with uncertain eyes. She didn't bat an eye, just smiled and scooched beside him.
"Then I'll read to you."
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The couch was not comfortable, but did it matter? That boy had fallen asleep just after the first chapter, head flopping over onto her shoulder lazily. She had tucked him in, again, and slipped off with the book, leaving the boy to sleep peacefully. The boy. She wanted to give him a name. A name was a gift from your parents, how could he not have a name? No, it wasn't her place to name him.... but.
She just... he was sweet. He reminded her of herself, just a little. She had broken through that glaring for a brief second and saw that childlike innocence that she had sought in the beginning. He was a child, hardened by events he had not, and would not tell her. He was not affected by her aura, and, he did not judge her, that itself proved a kindness within him. His language, ha. She would teach him... no. No. She couldn't have a child, could she? Though it had felt so right caring for him, so natural. She hadn't smiled in a long time and the fact that it wasn't just anyone but that little boy...
"Ahhh!" A loud scream startled her, darting from her post on the couch and rushing to the bedroom. She found him out of the bed, hunched over and into himself, tail covering himself as best as he could. She didn't ask, she didn't need to. She knew he wouldn't answer, not yet, and the best thing to do when a person had night terrors was not to ask, but comfort. And that was what she did, lifting him from the ground and onto the bed, soothingly stroking his hair. Immediately, as if on a cue, his paw lashed out, gripped her roughly, and amber eyes looked up with tears.
"Stay." He begged, pleaded. Pandora did not need to be told twice, nodding and laying down, bringing him down beside her, and resting the small child against her chest, running her fingers through his hair. Gently, she kept petting his hair until he fell asleep, staying where she was until the sun rose.
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He was mute, as if his early yelling and glares had tired him. No. He was pouting, though she wasn't sure why yet. Perhaps because she had forced him to wear a scarf? No. He hadn't even protested the scarf.
She was taking him back to the orphanage now that it was morning. She was well aware of her own desire to adopt the small boy, but, she wouldn't. Not unless he wanted to, and he hadn't even so much as piped up a word about it. Watching him, she pushed open the doors, hearing children run about and watching the boy retreat slightly into the corners, eyes narrowing when a large noodle approached the two. She let out a few harsh but relieved words to the boy, looking up at Pandora and gulping slightly. Once again Pandora found herself taking a step back, diverting her eyes.
They fell upon the boy, leaning down before him and extending a paw, holding the book they had started to read to him. "Here. Have an older child teach you to read, okay?" She smiled, kissing his cheek before standing, nodding to the woman, and beginning to walk away.
She made it to the door when she heard a low growl, head tilting back to see the orange eyed male glare at her, his cheeks a bright red and tears in his eyes. He took a step closer, head turning to the side.
"So that is it? You're just gonna....go? What the hell is with this book? I don't want it. I won't learn by myself! You kiddin' me? I aint got that self control..." He looked up at her, giving her a look that clearly said he would not say what they both knew. "I need someone to direct my attention... you know... like..."
He was redder, looking aside as if he was ashamed. Quickly, Pandora moved to the boy, scooping him up in her arms, kissing his cheek, and smiling affectionately. "If you give me a few hours to sign some papers then I can teach you to read as long as you want." There was a second where he squirmed, though it seemed to be solely for the purpose of being more comfortable in her arms, allowing the woman to carry him while carrying the expression that he was merely tolerating this. However, his tail wagged, frown becoming a crooked smile as she carried him away into the office, clutching the book tightly and Pandora even tighter.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 4:13 pm
I seek a child of my own! Owner of Parent: Sango Misaki Parent's Name: Carna Rose Jera Parent's Image: Carna -- Owner of Child: Sango Misaki Gift to Child: A Christmas Noodle Plushie RP Response: Graceful even in the snow, Carna skipped her way down the sidewalk wings fluttering lightly with the paper bag she held in her paw as she made her way towards the city. Today was the day she had set aside for Christmas shopping. She had infact slowed down her scheduale and taken time off around christmas, despite her agent's almost constant protesting. She had resolved to find the perfect present for Kokoro this year, after all her mother deserved nothing but the best. She stopped when she heard something that sounded like sobbing and walking closer to the sorce she could swear she smelt blood. "How odd..." She muttered to herself, Still unable to tell where both were coming from. "What's odd Miss?"She looked to find the source of the small voice and stared down into the teary eyes of a banged up, bruised and bleeding Kit on the otherside of a chain-link fence, all thoughts of shopping now gone. "You're hurt, How did it happen?"Female kit looked down as she answered, "I'm ugly, I deserve it..."Carna frowned, sitting at the fence to face her. "Who ever said that lied, You are a verry pretty girl. Does your mother know about this?"The kit shook her head once, "I don't have one Miss...""I see." Carna looked up at the building reading orphanage on the entrance then back to the kit. "I didn't have a mother once, then a nice shy lady took me in. I was a clumsy child and I had this big hunky hearing aid and these large glasses, but Koko always believed in me and encouraged me. Now I'm a professional dancer.The kit watched her, listening with interest. "You're so pretty now miss. Your Mum sounds like a wonderful lady..."Carna grinned, "She is and I'm sure someone like her will come and adopt you."The girl frowned, looking on the verge of more tears, "But who would want me?""But you're a pretty and polite little girl,Who wouldn't want you?" Carna thought for a second, "You know what, why don't we both go inside and I can have a little talk with whoever runs the place okay?"The kit nodded slowly and unsure and Carna stood. She was careful to take the large paper bag with her as they walk but after they entered and stood out side the office she stopped. "I bought this earlier today but I wasn't sure why besides the fact that I thought it was cute" She pulled a white Noodle Plushie with green and red markings out of the bag and handed it to the kit. "It's unique just like you."She walked into the office and then out again about twentyminutes later, the timid kit waiting for her outside the door, holding tightly onto the plushie. "What did you two talk about Miss?"She smiled down at her, "You don't have to call me Miss and we talked about you. You're going to be coming home with me, Why don't we go pack your things?"The kit jumped almost galloping towards the stairs and her room, Carna following steadily after her. They left togeither, Carna holding onto the kit's paw as they made there way through the snow covered sidewalks. Her gift searching was done for the day and she'd be bringing home something alot better then what she could find in the shops... Hope to a sad little Kit.
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