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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 10:43 pm
Adoption Game Opens: October 12th
Closes: November 9th, 12pm EST
Judges: nepsah, Orchidraindrops, Yushika, Lady Argentum Draconis, Ember-babe and Geyser Eelborn
Some children are not lucky enough to have families or be in the academy. Some kids are still in an orphanage, waiting to go home and experience Halloween with someone loving. Sadly, some kids may not have this dream fulfilled this year! Do you have a Nightmare who has graduated the academy who wants to take home a child? Well, maybe they can help take home someone who desperately wants a family to trick-or-treat with!
The goal of this game is to write a RP response of your senior either meeting a child at the orphanage and making a genuine connection, or writing a letter about their dream to be a parent. As the event runs, staff will edit posts they enjoy to include a freshling to take home! Check back constantly to see if your character can take home a child!
Rules:
This contest is completely free.
You may only enter once.
This game allows mutants and non-mutants to be sent home with a parent. Please understand there is a chance you won't get a mutant.
You may not decide what the child looks like. While you can tell us in-character reasoning for why they wouldn't take a certain race home, you may not indicate colors, edits, or mutations. These children are surprise gifts.
Your Nightmare must have graduated the academy to enter this game.
Your Nightmare must remain the parent of the child. The game's purpose is to give a child a new home, and in-character your Nightmare should remain their adopted parent.
You may make up NPC parents, we encourage participants to quest for their parent so long as those parents do not have blood-related children that already exist in the shop, since that conflicts with our no-mock rule.
If you edit your post, please label in red at the top of your post that you've edited something, and the date when.
Anyone can enter, whether they are a newbie or not!
Whining, guilt-tripping, or generally misbehaving over the contest will result in you being disqualified.
Aggressive hinting about the contest counts as guilt-tripping and whining, and general misbehavior.
Make sure you've read the World of Below forum in its entirety!
You may not proxy for another person.
You may not gift or trade prizes from this event. If you dislike the character given to you then you may give it back to the shop.
Form:
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[b]Do Not's:[/b] Are there mutations you simply cannot handle? Tell us!
[b]Entry:[/b] [Have your character either meet a child at the orphanage, OR write a letter describing their wish to become a parent.] [/size]
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 11:08 pm
Yushi dropping a kid! Username: Geyser Eelborn
Do Not's: There’s nothing in this event that could trigger me. <3 Go for it!
Entry: Just because Jurvik was born under the sign of the Chalice didn’t make him a total introvert. He more walked the thin line between the two. And so, when his band wasn’t practicing due to various constraints—read, “midterms”—Jurvik found something else to do for his daily dose of out-of-school interaction. The orphanage was a good place to get some interaction—they were always in need of extra hands to take care of the children. He wasn’t certified to take care of the babies, but you didn’t need a certification to babysit the kids while the caretakers took a break or took care of some of the children in need of more care. That was fine with Jurvik—he liked sitting with kids, answering their questions, teaching them a few songs.
Today, the orphanage was total bedlam. There were hot glue guns, sequins, and glitter all over the place. Jurvik stepped carefully through the chaos. For once, he wasn’t getting mobbed. He peered over a kid’s shoulder to see what she was working on—it looked like a mask.
Ah, yes, Haunted Hallows. That time of the year again. Jurvik watched the kids fondly. He remembered the days in which a glittery mask was the height of passion. He sort of wished he could experience that again—see the world through kids’ eyes. He’d seen an advertisement for a corn maze today—a corn maze for children. He smiled as he remembered a field trip through those. But his smile faded as he looked over the room for one head in particular. Not seeing it around, he asked one of the caretakers. She pointed him out into the yard where a lone figure could be seen sitting on a swing.
Jurvik sat down in the swing next to Xenophon and sighed. Xenophon was a sweet kid. He really was—he was polite, and he was thoughtful, and he had an endless imagination. His hobby was adapting picture books into plays, for crying out loud! It would be hard for Jurvik not to like him if it was not, in fact, impossible for Jurvik to not like him. But he had a thin shell—a real thin shell. And this time of year he always felt at his worst. This was when the teasing and the bullying got worse, and why? Because of appearance, that’s why. “Hey,” Jurvik said softly. “Xenophon, have you seen any good movies lately?”
Xenophon didn’t answer. That was a bad sign. “Xenophon, buddy, are you okay?”
The child shook his head vehemently. “Xenophon, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t go trick-or-treating.” Xenophon shrugged. “That’s what the other kids say.”
Jurvik sighed. “Xenophon, buddy, you can’t listen to the other kids. They’re just a bunch of—”
“My caretaker says I can’t go either,” Xenophon said. His voice was dull and flat. He was staring at the ground, not looking up at all. “She says people will freak out if they see me. They don’t want a repeat of last year.”
Jurvik sighed and reached out an arm to hug him. “Xenophon…” He sighed. What could he do? The caretakers were overworked, they had to keep a big pack of children all under control for an entire sugar-filled evening, and with so many spooky stories, when a kid looking like Xenophon showed up at the door? He knew people didn’t react well. It was why Xenophon had hardly ever interacted with the other kids. He didn’t go on field trips. He didn’t go to museums. When the orphanage splurged to take them to the movies, sometimes Xenophon got left behind. It was unfortunate, but true.
“Xenophon, lemme talk to the caretakers,” he said. “Maybe I can take you out trick-or-treating—my homework load at the university isn’t so big, I should have a free night on Haunted Hallows. As a matter of fact,” he said, warming to the subject, “maybe I could clear up an entire day and take you to the corn maze or we can get a pumpkin to make a jack-o’-lantern or something. How does that sound?”
Xenophon looked up at Jurvik and smiled. His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’d like that, Jurvik. Thank you.”
Jurvik smiled back, tears stinging in his eyes. “Anything I can do for you, little buddy. Maybe along the way, you can tell me about your next big project, huh?”
Xenophon smiled, and a tear dropped down Jurvik’s cheek. “Okay,” he whispered.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 1:44 am
Edited 10/14, Fixing grammar issuesEmber with a kiddo for you!Username: VerityHattress
Do Not's: Any and all mutations are fair game. I say have some fun with it.
 Entry: Candy, a demon who had a deformity of her own in the form of one of her horns being broken, had always dreamed of adopting a child since she was tiny. Sometimes while growing up she would just imagine what it would be like to give a child a chance to have an actual family like the academy had done for her, helping them to realize that no matter what challenges they may face that they mattered, especially to her. Despite the academy trying their best, they couldn't do what a parent could for Candy, and she wanted to help a child have a chance to have a future with parents. That was why she was here despite Candy knowing she should be working on some homework for her fashion class. Now that she was finally old enough to take a little freshling under her care and start her family. It didn't matter if they were mutated, as long as she could show them that they mattered and that she loved them still. Since this was an orphanage though, it was quite true that she could end up adopting someone who hadn't received a mutation, but still needed a parent. That didn't bug Candy at all. To her any freshling here could be the one she would end up with.
While watching the little children as she made her way through the orphanage's playroom, one little freshling had caught her eye out of all the others. There was just something about them that attracted Candy to them for one reason or another. Turning to look at this little nightmare, she paid close attention to them while the freshling played by themselves, sadness written all over the child's face. Despite what some might say about this freshling, Candy thought they were gorgeous, perfect even. The only problem was the freshling didn't seem to want to smile. Perhaps if she adopted them then the child would start smiling? However, while she had been starring at them the child had noticed her watching, turning to look at her as well. Oh no! How would they react to her and the fact her horn was broken?!
To her surprise the freshling smiled back at Candy, causing the workers to almost nearly jump in surprise at the nigthmare's smile. After talking with one of the caretakers quickly, she learned that apparently the freshling never smiled and the caretakers were not used to her smiling at all. In fact, it would seem she hadn't smiled once since coming to the orphanage. So the sad look Candy had saw was normal, which caused Candy to only want to bring her home more. Even if she couldn't adopt them, she would make sure someone who could adopt them would love them with all their heart did.
Candy began to make her way over to the nightmare, getting on her knees beside them and smiling back yet again ", Would you like me to play along with you? Whatever you are playing looks fun," To this the freshling's face brightened, her smiling even more and nodding joyously. This only managed to cause Candy to smile even more still, glad to have a chance to get to know them more ", My name is Candy. Do you want to tell me your name?"
The freshling nodded, offering the demon a toy vespercat to play with before setting it in Candy's lap and grabbing herself another toy ", I Phyre, you want play plushies?" It wasn't long after Candy replied with a nod that Phyre was busy moving the toy around, making it dance happily ", Plushies glad to met you Candy. You very pretty! I glad to met you too!"
"Why thank you," Candy turned a bit red while she moved the plushie over and began to move it around in a dancing fashion as well. Phyre, what a nice name she thought ", I am glad to of met you as well Phyre, and the plushies too. You are also very pretty."
The two played late into the afternoon until Phyre began to yawn tiredly, snuggling up against Candy and falling alseep while Candy motioned for a caretaker to come over so she could get permission to bring Phyre up to their bed for a nap. Then she could try to see if adopting Phyre was possible even while the freshling slept. Candy knew she wanted to help Phyre to have a family, and if Candy could bring the child home with her then she would.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 11:44 am
Geyser Username: Leopleuraodn
Do Not's: Pretty good with anything!
Entry: Rosali and Morton* had had an empty home for around 12 years at this point. In her home she had raised three lovely boys, but they were all mature adults by now with their own jobs and responsibilities. Rosali herself was a partner at a clinic in a small border town in Boreas. While her husband Morton was a border guard, arguably far safer than when he had been an Officer in the Imp Military. The early years of the twins lives had been spent with them constantly moving around. Once settled in Boreas they had their third son, Tom. She had never been more happy in her relationship with Morton than when they were raising their children together. She could recall the days they awakened their soul stones with perfect clarity.
She had been working up the courage to talk to Morton about having another child for around a year at this point. However, she didn't want to imbue another soulstone. Instead, she was seriously considering adoption and bringing a nightmare into their home that needed one. They already had three lovely boys of their own and there were young nightmares out there that needed someone to love them.
Rosali decided to write a letter to her beloved. She prepared a small dinner for just the two of them one evening and presented the letter to him after the meal.
My Dear Morton,
When I first met you I knew you were the one for me. I knew you'd be an amazing husband. When we decided to imbue our first soulstone together, despite our circumstances, I knew you'd be an amazing father. One our child could look up to and enjoy spending time with. We might have been a bit overwhelmed by the fact that we ended up with twins, on our first try no less! But you were always an amazing trooper of a father! Our sons learned so much from watching you and hearing your stories. Each day I fell more in love with you and them. When we settled in Boreas and imbued our second soulstone and awakened Tom my heart was nearly full to bursting with joy. The following years of seeing them become young adults were amazing.
I know we've enjoyed reconnecting these past twelve years together, alone in our home where we raised our sons. I've loved our time together. You're still the most amazing father and husband that I know! I'm writing this letter to ask you once again; Will you be the father of another child? I think we could provide a wonderful home to an orphaned Nightmare! No matter who or what they are, I would love to have a child in our home again! I think the boys would love to have another sibling as well. I know they can't be around all of the time, but they'd be just the best older brothers. I know they would be, because they had you as a father. I love you with all of my heart. So, let's bring another nightmare into our family. ♥
With all my love, Rosali
They had a quiet discussion after that. Rosali gently, but firmly, squashed any doubts or concerns Morton had about raising another child. They were only in their early sixties, they still had plenty of time to raise another child together. In the end, Morton was convinced and the two of them made plans to travel to an orphanage sometime in the next couple of weeks.
Plans were made and the two of them, Rosali considerably more giddy than Morton, found there way into the city where the orphanage resided. However, something came up at the last second and the couple split up. Rosali made her way to the orphanage and Morton went to visit their son who lived in the area, Tom.
As Rosali entered the orphanage she was startled by the rather large number of small infants and freshlings in the center. They seemed to be creating decorations and costumes for the upcoming Hallowed Haunt. It was a big event celebrated all around Below. Her heart went out too all of the children she saw as she walked around. One particular freshling caught her eye, a young girl, or so she assumed, who came right up to her. She seemed to be completely unaware of the fact that she could be so different from the other children around her.
"Do you like my mask? I gave it biiiiig ears, just like yours!" She was absolutely adorable. Rosali bent down to the child's level and peered at the mask the child had created. "It does sort of look like mine! Buuut, they're not quite as fluffy. Want to feel the real thing?" The little freshling gave a squeal of approval and then tentatively reached out to put the soft fur on Rosali's large ears. With that simple gesture Rosali had already fallen in love.
"My name's Rosali, what's yours' sweety?" The little freshling beamed up the cutest smile in Rosali's direction when she answered. "My name's Piper! Would you like to help me decorate my mask some more?" Rosali took the little freshlings hand and allowed the child to guide her back to where she'd been working before. The whole table was a mess of glue, paint, glitter, and other arts and crafts materials. Rosali couldn't wait to start making these messes again in her own home. For now she continued to play with the little freshling. She couldn't wait to introduce her to Morton and Tom, assuming everything worked out!
* Rosali and Morton are the parents of Owen, Daniel, and Tom. They are a family of Imps! (Tom is currently the only one of the three that is actually in the shop. While Owen and Daniel are quests.)
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 4:49 pm
Geyser Username: Yushika
Do Not's: The ONLY mutations I do not enjoy are the one eyed kids! Please go insane with anything else!
Entry: Ava wasn't sure what she was doing. No. Scratch that, she knew, she just didn't understand what had gotten into her to finally do it. For years she had wanted to adopt a child, but she had always stopped herself from applying. At first, she told herself she was too busy. She was a Headmistress, she didn't have time for that. Then, after the previous Headmaster laughed and showed her his five kids, she moved onto that it wasn't practical. The kid wouldn't see her as often. Then, she remembered, duh, the kid could go to the academy. Eventually, her final reasoning was she doubted her ability to be a good mother.
Ava did not have the best parents. It was one reason she loved children so much. She wanted nothing more than to prevent them from experiencing what she had. She didn't have proper role-models, and she worried she'd become her parents. Would she neglect the child? Would she treat them inferior? What if she was exactly resembled her parents and how they raised her? This fear often left her immobile, abandoning the adoption forms and throwing herself back into her work. She didn't need to be a mother. She was the Headmistress. She protected the children brought to her. That was all she needed.
And yet, suddenly, the desire hit her, and strongly. She had began to watch children enter her academy, both without parents or having been taken from abusive house-holds. Sometimes, she'd wonder if she possibly take a child home who had lost theirs? Offer them safety and peace. Something she wish someone had done for her? Lately, she'd find herself meandering around the orphanages, biting her bottom lip before leaving.
Eventually, she shattered. She couldn't stop herself from sitting at her desk and grabbing a letter. She wasn't going to the orphanage. Not yet. First, she needed to write. She needed to get these feelings out, even if no one would ever see them. Only then could she trust herself enough to actually go through with her decision. She needed to write her thoughts down and collect herself, first.
'Dear Someone,
I am unsure who to direct this to. Perhaps myself. Perhaps my mother, or my father. Maybe to no one in particular.
For years I pondered being a mother. Even before I came to the academy as the Headmistress I had considered bringing home a child. I never wanted to imbue a stone; I always felt like there were more lives who needed a home who existed already. I didn't believe in creating new life when there were children abandoned, hoping to someday find a home of their own. Once, I even approached an orphanage and began the process before I fled a week later. I was younger then, and overcome with my fears. I wonder what came of that child?
As I grew older I remembered how my parents raised me. Children were best unheard. I was never needed, nor was I wanted. They never explained why they had me, but I can only assume it was to settle a disagreement. Whenever my father grew impatient and began screaming my mother would give into his wants. Sometimes, she'd come home with gifts for him and that'd soothe the temper. I assume my stone was one of those gifts. He often threw aside the presents days later, only to demand more attention and more material goods. It wasn't a surprise they gave up on loving me in the end. I was never created out of love. I was an apology.
My parents never failed to remind me that I only amounted to how much I could offer. I was told, frequently, that I must make them proud, or else I was a mistake. I don't think they looked favorably upon me when I left to become a teacher. I believe I near gave them a heart-attack when they discovered my current job. They never believed in "mixing of the races".
These memories served as a detour. A way for me to avoid the problem. I could cast aside my wish to become a parent and instead focus on my job. I love the children of the academy, and I do call them my children. Yet, it doesn't satisfy the need that would pop up continuously as the years passed. Becoming a Headmistress meant I was surrounded by children, and all had come to the academy because of an unfortunate event. Even the children born from previous students, as their parents were the result of a war. It ingrained a need deeper within me. Eventually, the voice became too loud.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I've succumbed to the less than reasonable desire. I have a room in my home, decorated for a child. I have been purchasing baby toys for years, storing them away and whispering that someone will get use from it. Is it wrong? I know what my parents were, and what they became, but does that mean I too will follow in their footsteps? My brother certainly did, but haven't I proved I am different? What more am I using to deny myself what I've always wanted?
Perhaps I am insane. Maybe it is wrong. I've been caring for thousands of children within the academy; is it selfish to want to raise one myself? Would I be betraying my students? Would I be betraying my duty?
I don't know what the right answer is, but I find myself becoming weaker. One day, I know I'll break. One day I'll approach the local orphanage. I only hope when I do that I will be the best mother possible. That they won't come to resent me and I can offer them a better life than they had before.
- Ava'
She set her pen down, eyes narrowing in thought. Her heart hammered in her chest as she tapped the letter before hiding it within her desk. Now what? What was further? She had written her thoughts and it only.... cemented her previous thoughts. Maybe she'd finally give in. Maybe she'd trust herself and her judgement and step forward. There were very few things she was afraid of, and her heart slammed against her chest in terror as she considered she could fail the next step of her life.
She couldn't. She wouldn't let herself fail. She would protect the child she chose to bring home, and provide it the life she never had. No matter what.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 6:47 pm
nepsah here with a kiddo for you~  Username: Panda Moor
Do Not's: Nothing to do with eyes, sorry. @n@
Entry:
Evan dragged her claws over the edge of her dark wooded desk, thinking to herself as she continued the motions. Life had been quiet since graduation from the Academy and having failed to find the proper apprenticeship she wanted to go about opening her business, the Imp was starting to feel like she was going no where in life. Sure it had only been a few months, but she had grand aspirations that would take enough time as it was. It did not help there was a lack of suitors knocking on her door - Evan wouldn't say she was desperate, but she was rather lonely most days without companionship. While she always dreamed of kids, she thought it slightly narcissistic to imbue a stone alone while being herself. She wasn't a shy girl, and she had no good reason in her mind to go about it in such a way. Maybe others had reasons, but not her and not at so young.
Sighing, Evan drew her tail up into her lap and stroked her hand over the multicolored hairs. The golden eyed Imp knew she wasn't being rash - she was simply changing up the timeline of events she had meticulously planned in her head. Flattening the blank paper before her, she picked up her pen in her other hand. She could commit to this.
To Whom It Concerns,
I am writing today to express my desire to adopt a child from your orphanage. My life has been quiet lately, and I have heard before that there is no greater joy than raising a child. I do not make this decision rashly for I have dreamed of having a family of my own since my first time playing house as a kid, but I will admit the lull in my life has heightened my desires. I have a place of my own that I call home, but no one yet to share it's comforting pleasures with.
Like many of my age, I was born from the Cache and willed to the Academy. While it had not bothered me much then to be without parents or a real home, I observed many of my classmates who struggled with finding themselves or making a real bond with another. At the time I was too absorbed with myself and my own academic related hurdles to reach out to them, but grown now, I re-think my decisions occasionally. There was so much more I could have done even as the studious keep-to-myself Imp I was. We all make mistakes in our youth but this is one that I desire to correct. No child deserves to live through self-doubt and internal ridicule, and if I had to hazard a guess, having a family to belong to is very reassuring. With hybrids and mixed families at every corner, there is little belief in my mind that the differences between the child and I would do anything more than serve as a learning experience.
Even if I could not see it at the time, I had many teachers that kept me on the proper path towards success and maturity. I would be surprised if any of them went home and denied their attachment and their instinct to help us. Their guidance was enormous on my life, and I aspired to be wise and knowing like them from the moment I sat in my first class. The opportunity to be that role model to someone else would be wholly satisfying and I can only think it would be a benefit to us both.
Thank you for the work that you do. Your consideration is appreciated, and if nothing else, I would like information on your orphanage and how I may participate in it's operation.
Regards,
Evan ----
She tilted her head as she re-read the words. Evan hated uncertainty, but she thought this was a gamble she was willing to take. Even if she was rejected, that didn't mean she was losing her chance to have a kid forever - just her opportunity to have one now. With delicate claws, she folded the paper over and slipped it into the envelope she had prepared.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 12:16 am
Geyser Username: Hobo Pixi
Do Not's: the only mutations I like are tail mutations or really minor mutations like teeth or ears. No eye stuff.
Entry: Reilan finally had a day off where he didn't have work or class. He had heard from a few others in his workplace that there was an orphanage nearby. He was fairly new to the area so he decided to check it out. Maybe he could volunteer there or something like that. He loved children, loved their energy and innocence.. They were always a delight to see at work; no matter what race. Though it was always interesting seeing a Grimm freshling around since he hadn't been used to seeing them. There was one child in particular that really made him what to involve himself in helping kids. He had met him and his father at his work one day and now... He just wanted to help, maybe even more...? Maybe. As the college student approached the orphanage, he smiled brightly. However, the smile faded as he entered the facility and saw so many children there. So many children without families. Reilan remembered his parents even if it was only what he could remember as a child. They had given him up to give him his best chance since they weren't making ends meet; they couldn't bare to see their son go hungry.
Reilan looked around the rooms as he walked by, looking for a caretaker. He as interrupted from his search when he saw a child sitting by themself, hugging their knees. He walked closer to the child to hear them quietly crying. He felt his heart break; maybe volunteering was a bad idea if he couldn't handle one kid crying. He knelt in front of the child and smiled to them, "Hello little one, what's got you so sad?" He asked softly. The freshling looked up to the other, startled with tears in their eyes. The child wiped their face quickly and bit at their lip shyly. "D-Davis said we aren't friends anymore cause he said I'm too weird." The child replied. Reilan moved to sit by the child, "yeah? Do you think you are weird?" He asked the freshling as he relaxed beside them. The child shook their head, "n-no... I'm just... Me." They replied, looking the older demon over... Wondering why he was talking to them. Reilan smiled to the younger child, "then why do you care what Davis thinks? If you are being yourself then you shouldn't care what others think about you." The older demon advised, feeling for the kid. "I'm Reilan, I'll be your friend." He told the freshling.
The child's eyes lit up. The older nightmare wanted to be their friend! "Oh.. M-my names Zane." They replied, smiling shyly to Reilan. Zane was surprised that the other even bothered with them.. There were so many other kids there and yet, he picked them to talk to. Reilan gave the other another smile; his hear clenched as he admired the younger child, reminded on himself. He was lucky though, he had the academy.. Ava and all his teachers who helped raise him... They were essentially family to him. The small child looked up to Reilan, wondering what he was thinking about.. Was he judging him? His expression faded from a smile to that of a concerned one.
Reilan ruffled the others hair, "Zane, huh? Nice to meet you kiddo. I bet you're excited for the hallow haunt." He mentione, assuming that'd be a safe topic since what kid didn't like Halloween? Zane looked down, their eyes sad. "Oh.. Not really.. I don't think I get to trick or treat or anything... " they explained as they hugged their knees tighter. Zane thought of their mother, wondering what they would have dressed up as had she not died. Tears brimmed their eyes again, hiding their face.
Reilan rubbed his neck. So that wasn't a safe topic at all. He looked around to the other kids, who seemed content with their current surroundings. He wished he could adopt them all... Take them all home and love them and care for them... While he wasn't wealthy, he wasnt poor either. He'd been working since the day he was allowed and had been saving up his money. Realistically, he could care for a child and be financially okay... Not great but okay. He looked back to Zane, pulling the child into a hug. "It's okay. Life's hard, isn't it?" He told the child, feeling them slowly start to hug him. Reilan's mind was made up, he wanted a child.. He had planned to wait till he married but who knew when that would happen.. And this child needed him. He pulled from the hug, sighing softly with a smile on his face. Zane looked up to him, nodded in response to his question.. Tears dropping from their chin. Reilan wiped the child's tears, "I'll do my best to give you a better life." He told them, getting up and offering his hand to them.
Zane looked up to him with surprise. He... Was going to give them a better life?... Did that mean? Zane reached for the hand and grabbed it, he gently pulled up. Reilan lightly tugged the child along, "don't be scared." He said as he looked for a care taker to talk to about adopting Zane.
Zane couldn't help but smile, happy tears forming in their eyes before being wiped away. They couldn't believe how kind the other was.. And why he'd want them. They followed him anyways, hoping the other would be allowed to take them to a place they could really call home.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 4:04 pm
HEY YOU. YUSHI HERE. FAIRY KID PARENT. Edited October 14tth and 15h:Username: Ember-babe
Do Not's: I'm okay with all mutations. I don't wanna be picky. I SHOULDN'T BE PICKY I am a butt.
Entry: Burvia tapped her quill against the edge of the desk. She was nervous about writing a letter ... she and Joseth had talked about having kids, and the conversation went smoothly. At first Burvia had been so nervous and scared to talk to Joseth, fearful she would chase him away with how forward she was. He had taken so long to blossom in to the fine young gentlemen he had become, a beautiful late bloomer whose feelings had taken so long to surface. Burvia, on the other hand, had always been one to know how she felt. Her feelings always come swiftly, but remained steadfast. She knew from a young age she wanted to be a designer. She knew that her and Joseth would end up together one day, and she knew, deep in her gut she knew she'd make a damn fine mother.
Burvia was of an age now where she was old enough to be allowed to produce her own offspring, but Joseth was still in the Academy. He was close to graduating, and soon the two of them could start their adult lives together, and while she was excited for the chance to imbue her own soul stones with Joseth in the near future, she felt she had to pay her dues. There were so many children out there who wanted a family life. Growing up, that was one thing Burvia had always wondered about. Growing up with the Academy and being a cache baby had not been unpleasant by any stretch of the imagination. Parenthood was simply an aspect of Nightmare life that she had only witnessed through cafe windows as people walked by on the street, clasping hands with their daughters and sons. While Burvia never had one mother or father figure to look up to, she had been raised 'by a village'. A lot of care and attention went in to raising each of the cache babies and orphans, and Burvia knew that. But there was something far more romantic about raising a child one on one, two on one, or three on one that seemed so much more ... intimate.
Burvia was able and willing to adopt a child now, and more than ready to take on the responsibility of a of a dependent. She was ready to share her heart with a child, if only she could find one who would share their heart wit her. She was ready to build the perfect home. It was time to get writing, to plead her case ...
To whom it may concern,
I have always wanted to be a mother. I have always been a very goal-oriented person, someone who has always known what they have wanted for themselves. I fell in love with textiles at an early age, and learned to hand-sew all on my own so that I could make beautiful garments for myself, and to spread beauty across Below. I decided early on I would be a great fashion designer, and I am presently going to University and majoring in Fashion. I have been in love with one man and only one since my youth, and together we hope to start a family. This is something I want for myself, and if any of what I have said before has meant anything, it shows that once I make up my mind, I am committed until the bitter end.
There's there's a certain kind of sadness inside of me whenever I consider life without a child. I know I could just have my own, and I still intend to, but how could I deny a child who so desperately wants a loving home to call their own? So I am writing to you today to ask and request to adopt a child of my own, with the promise of eventual siblings. Perhaps that will be a selling point if any of your children are interested in my application and I am approved.
I take this responsibility very seriously. I know I may still seem young yet, but I assure you that I am a very mature Geist, and I feel I have a lot to offer a child. I never had parents of my own ... and while I was raised by loving caretakers I see how happy some of the children are whenever they call out to their mom and pa, and I see those angelic smiles on their faces ... I wish I could share in that happiness with a child. One that is much like myself ... who would otherwise be alone, even if they had their peers and caretakers to turn to, and the Academy. There are just some voids that cannot be filled ... I wish to fill that void in a child ...
Please pardon my shaky hands ... I feel so close ... so close to finally having everything I want. It is like watching all the pieces of a puzzle finally falling together to complete the perfect picture ... the perfect life for myself and my loved ones ...
I apologize this letter is short. While my darling Joseth may say otherwise, I have never been good with words.
I do hope you will consider me, and I thank you very much for your time and consideration.
Signed.
BurviaWith a deep breath, Burvia pushed her chair back and got to her feet, tucking the letter aside to allow it to dry. Soon, she would send the letter off, and wait with baited breath to hear back from the Orphanage. Poor Joseth would have to deal with her shot nerves until she heard back ...
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:28 am
Geyser Eelborn Username: Koiasi
Do Not's: I'm pretty good with most mutations. x3
Entry:
Tambre took a long breath as she stood outside of the orphanage. It had been a rather long time out on her own, a time that she wasn't all that fond of. Of course, she had chosen to leave her family and strike out on her own, a matter that most Chimera weren't all that keen on. That was perhaps why she had come, she had no longer wished to be alone and she certainly couldn't come crawling back to her clan. She had always wanted children. She had wanted to teach them and watch them grow, it was a rather soft spot that most wouldn't realize upon meeting her.
Alright, enough psyching herself out, she wanted to do this, to finally make a family of her own. The woman stepped through the doors to see many children running about. Tambre smiled as her heart swelled at seeing so many little ones, she'd adopt them all if she could! Though she wasn't sure that the orphanage would find someone like her a suitable parent, not that she could blame them if that were the truth, most people found her rather hard to get along with. But still, if not.. maybe she could volunteer.. or help.. in some way? Seeing all these children alone reminded her way too much of her own life.
She quietly moved among the children, taking each one in until she noticed a child sitting all by itself. Seeing it on it's own with no friends is what struck a cord in her, she moved toward it and gently smiled, "May I ask what you're coloring?"
The child didn't even look up and instead picked up another crayon, "It's a house." It said, and removed the picture from the table to show her.
"It's a beautiful house." Tambre remarked as she moved down to the child's level.
The kid smiled, "Yeah! I want to live there someday with my family!" It gave a huge smile, turning to face Tambre with excitement in it's eyes. "One day, I'll get out of this place and have a real family that loves me! And we'll live here!"
"That's a wonderful dream." Tambre nodded and though she knew she shouldn't, she had an instant connection with the child, knowing that their dreams were very similar. "My name is Tambre, may I ask yours?"
"Oh umm.. my name is Keissi" The child informed her, a smile on it's face. "Would you like to color with me?"
Tambre's own smile grew larger, "Of course." And even if she couldn't adopt, she knew that she had renewed her dream of having a close knit family once again and that someday it'd come true.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 10:18 am
WHOOP WHOOP YUSHI IN THE HOUSE
Username: nepsah
Do Not's: nope i like them all, but for eye mutations i prefer multiple pupils or multiple eyes rather than cyclops.
Entry:
Corben had been wanting a family of his own for a few years now, but he’d always put it off… telling himself he was too devoted to his work, or that the child would be better off with at least two parents… Corben wasn’t exactly seeing anyone, and no one had caught his eye in quite some time. That seemed reason enough to put it off… But oh, he wanted a family. His own was far off, back in a small village nestled in one of the valleys near The Crown. He hadn’t been home in a while, his family didn’t particularly understand his passion, and they thought he should be a carpenter like the rest of the Datura family line.
So, in the meantime, he’d taken up volunteering at a local orphanage. With permission from the caretakers, he’d show up once a week to take a few outdoorsy freshlings on walks to the park, and they’d talk about all sorts of things. Mostly plants, but other topics often came up as well. Children liked to talk about all sorts of things, after all. The once a week visits were something he always looked forward too. He taught at the academy, but herbalism was mostly for juniors and seniors. Not that he didn’t enjoy the older children, he just had an especially soft spot for freshlings.
It was on one such visit that he noticed one of the children was lagging behind the others on the way back to the orphanage… This one, Leif, had come a few times and every time they’d come they had mostly kept to themself but clearly had an interest in what Corben was teaching them, so they’d caught his eye. While the others were occupied, he slowed his pace down to walk next to Leif, at first attempting to be discreet about his approach… When Leif didn’t acknowledge his presence, he opted to switch tactics. ”Is something the matter?” He quirked a brow, green eyes focused on the little freshling.
Leif started a bit, apparently they hadn’t even noticed Corben at all despite the sound his hooves made on the sidewalk. ”O-oh… um…” They paused, looking like they wanted to say something, but then shook their head. ”No Mr. Datura. I’m okay.” They nodded, then returned to staring at the sidewalk in front of them as they walked.
If his eyebrow could go any higher, it would have. Corben did not really buy that answer, a lot of children had a hard time opening up… but clearly that meant this was a serious matter! Perhaps Leif just needed to know him a little more… ”Are you excited for Haunted Hallows?” There, a good topic, kids loved trick-or-treating after all. But Leif simply shook their head.
”No…” Their voice sounded so miserable.
Corben’s smile faltered a bit, starting to turn into a small frown… ”Why’s that?” He figured he’d keep the questions to a minimum for now…
Leif tugged at their sweater’s hem, rolling the answer over in their head before they glanced up at Corben, and then immediately looked down again. ”’Cause I don’t like scary stuff…” They frowned, voice growing quieter.
Corben blinked, a little surprised by that answer but he figured he could understand. ”Hmmm, Haunted Hallows can be pretty scary, huh? Is it the dark that scares you?” Admittedly he was a little relieved it was just that and not something like bullying… He really could not stand bullying…
Leif shrugged a little, chewing at their lip for a few moments. ”The dark stuff… and the screaming stuff… and… and all of it. I don’t like it. Everyone’s really mean… A-and they’re really mean to me… ‘cause I get scared…” They sighed, and then shook their head. ”But- but don’t get mad at them okay? It only makes them more scary later.”
Now that set off a red flag… ”Do they do scary stuff other times of the year?” He kept his tone as innocent as possible, but depending on the answer he’d have to have a talk with an orphanage caretaker… this just wasn’t acceptable.
”Um…. Sometimes…” Leif glanced up at him again, almost studying his face to see what he was thinking about… Corben was fairly good at hiding his thoughts so he simply smiled back down at the child, and then patted their head gently.
”Well, that’s no good is it.” He shook his head, and then realized they were back at the orphanage. He moved on ahead to open the door for the little group, and then fell back into line with Leif. ”Did you like what we did today?” Perhaps it was best to switch topics for now…
”Oh yes… I really like um.. the red flowers? The… um… Poppies?” Leif looked up at him again, tiny face lighting up with a small smile. Oh, his heart. That look was just too adorable for him to bear, but he returned it with a smile of his own.
”Good~ I’m glad you liked it. You know, poppies are pretty easy to take care of… maybe I can bring some seeds for you to raise, hm?” He papped Leif on the head again, and nodded. Any opportunity to fuel an interest in nature in children! Leif nodded, and then looked down the hall when a caretaker summoned the little group for naptime.
The smile disappeared immediately and was replaced with a sullen frown. Leif lightly kicked at the ground, dawdling as much as possible. ”I—I’d like that…” They glanced back up to Corben again, still not really wanting to go with the caretaker.
”Then I’ll see if I can do it.” He nodded, then glanced down the hall as well.. and then back to Leif. ”You don’t want to go to naptime?” He tilted his head. Surely they’d be tired by now? The rest of the group was yawning on the way back, after all.
”I get bad dreams… I don’t like to sleep.” They shook their head.
”Well, my mom used to sing me a lullaby when I would have bad dreams. Maybe that would help?” He blinked; offering up the suggestion before he’d really thought about whom exactly was going to sing that lullaby…
Leif perked up, staring up at him for a moment before they reached out to take his hand. ”Will you sing one for me…?” Oh, the hope in those eyes… Corben found himself nodding out of instinct. He really just couldn’t say no to those eyes… Those wonderful unique eyes…
He found himself pulled down the hall, and then into the little room Leif shared with two other freshlings their age. Leif slipped off their shoes and then climbed onto the bed and then settled into place, then looked at Corben expectantly. With a grin and a small snort, he found himself a chair, and then tried to remember that lullaby his mother had sang…
Dark is the night
Calm is the sea
Soft blows the wind
Through the evening trees
Tired are the eyes
That have seen all you've seen
Just let your mind
Start to dream
Puddles of rain
Dry overnight
Stars in the sky
Twinkle in their eyes
The curls on your head
Your fingers and toes
All need their rest
For tomorrow
I will never leave you
I am always here
I will never leave you
I am always near
By the end of the little song, Leif had fallen asleep. Corben sat there for a few moments, watching… He couldn’t wait anymore, no more excuses, he needed to do something and Leif… well, Leif was both pleasant to be around and showed an interest in plants… He stood, quietly as he could, and then carefully adjusted the blankets around Leif before he tiptoed out of the room. He went straight to the main office and then knocked on the door…
”Hello there, I’d like to apply to adopt…”
[song is "Solomon's Song" by Plumb]
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 5:56 pm
nepsah here with a kiddo for you~  Username: DaisyMilk
Do Not's: Cyclops, literal four eyes
Entry: Prague had put off visiting the orphanage for long enough. Any arguments that she might have had with herself had proven to be little more than ephemeral What Ifs. She'd been feeling the stirring of maternal instincts for a long while now, and while yes. She was a Professor at Asterion, any child she adopted would be at the Academy. And if one used a portal, if was easy as pie to pop in for a visit! And there were no rules that said she couldn't take a child with her on digs. Given how most children seemed to react to the distant past, she suspected any child would look on such a thing as the height of pleasure.
No. It was time. Besides, whispered a soft little voice inside her head, I was an orphan once. I could help a child not feel so alone.
And that, right there, was the argument that trumped all the others. As the Grimm marched into the orphanage, she was careful to smile at all the children as she wandered, perhaps a bit aimlessly, letting her heart tell her when it was time to stop and talk. And that time came soon enough as she stopped near one child who was sitting off by it's lonesome.
"Mind some company?" she asked kindly, ready to keep moving if rebuffed. To her delight, the child shrugged and scooted over to make room for her on the bench. "My thanks. If there a reason why you're all alone back here? Feel free to tell me to mind my own business, by the way!"
The child looked up at her with wide, thoughtful eyes. It was all Prague could do to not scoop him up right then and there and march off to fill out adoption papers. Finally, in an almost whisper, the child answered.
"I don't like crowds and the others are so noisy. I like to sit and think and read."
"I see. I like doing those things too. Though I like to go out and dance sometimes or work in my garden. My name is Prague, what's yours?"
Once again, there was along measuring look followed by a whisper, "It's Hamish, but ev'ryone calls me Hammie. I like looking at gardens, but I don't know anything about them. Is it very hard to have one?"
Smiling a little and trying to keep her wagging tail from knocking the boy from the bench, Prague gave the boy a friendly wink. Something about this little one called to her.
"My garden isn't the biggest out there or the most colorful, but every plant and flower there is a friend. Mind, it is work to tend to it, but it's work I enjoy. But then, I dig holes for a living."
She chuckled and decided that it was safe enough to reach out and brush a stray wisp of hair from Hammie's (that name was so cute!) face.
"I teach at Asterion, you know," she added confidentially. "Paleontology. It's a wonderful subject. I like teaching. It's wonderful to know that I've helped someone learn something new."
Ah, and there was the beginning of a spark of lively curiosity that she'd been hoping for. Hammie, for his part, offered her a tiny, shy smile and reached out hesitantly to slip his small hand into her own.
"Dinosaurs? I have a book about them and I like it. I like the tiny, feathery ones best. I lost my book though when some of the other kids borrowed it."
"Well, my small friend," Prague said warmly, "I do indeed teach about dinosaurs. All kinds of ancient life, in fact. And I probably have enough books on the subject to keep you busy for quite a long time. Tell me, why do you like the small, feathery ones the best? Most kids your age that I've met tend to like the big, loud ones most."
"Because they're small and smart, Miss Prague. They're careful and sneaky. Sometimes I like to pretend that they're still around and that I have one for a friend. They'd be just my size, you see?"
Somethign about the way the child said 'friend' set off an alarm in the Grimm's brain. Hammie had been sitting alone. Other kids had borrowed his book without giving it back. He pretended that he had a small dinosaur friend. One just his size. Oh. Oh. The poor baby...
Blinking rapidly to keep the tears from forming in her reddish eyes, Prague gave the tiny hand within her own a gentle squeeze. She was already sure, deep in her heart, that this was the child she wanted. But she wasn't about to suggest it unless Hammie felt the same about her.
"Tell me something, Hammie," she began in a soft voice, "do you ever dream about a home that isn't this place?" At his nod, she continued, "What's it like, this place? I would truly like to know."
Hammie's whisper was harder to pick up this time. Or would have been had it not been for her own exceptionally good ears.
"I'm safe there. Everyone's nice and they love me and no one picks on me for liking books more than running around. No one teases me for pretending things. There're nice places to play and flowers to smell and watch."
As she listened to him hesitantly list out the qualities of his ideal home, Prague couldn't help the stray tears that trickled down. Hammie's hand hadn't moved from her own and she could sense the trust there. She was treating him like a person and had probably been one of the few people around here who had genuinely listened to him. More and more she was sure that he was The One.
"Miss Prague," she snapped her attention back down to the small face looking up at her. "Can I come with you when you go home? I... I would like to see the books. And your garden. You... "Hammie seemed to choke a little, but continued on bravely as if he couldn't really believe in any other outcome but the one in his head. "You can bring me back here when we're done..."
Staring a little slack-jawed at that incredible offer, Prague stood up quickly and leaned down just enough to scoop Hammie into her arms and gently boop his nose with one clawed finger.
"You can most certainly come home with me to see my books and garden. But I don't think I'll ever be bringing you back here. I plan on keeping you for as long as you'll let me."
As the meaning on her words sank into his brain, Prague could see the incredulously happy shine sneak into his eyes. Still holding him tightly to her, she didn't bother to keep her tail from wagging wildly. Glancing around until she found the way to the office, Prague moved purposefully, no willing to set Hammie down, just in case something tried to separate them. And once at the office door, she knocked sharply and entered when bidden.
Grinning down at the one behind the desk, she inclined her head toward Hammie and gently nuzzled her cheek against his hair.
"So, I need to adopt Hamish here. Pronto. 'Fraid I won't take no for an answer!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:15 pm
nepsah here with a kidlet for you~  Username:
Do Not's: More than 3 eyes, other then that lay it on me
Entry: It wasn't all that often that Rune visited the Orphanage. His cleaning crew work kept him at the Academy mostly, cleaning up after messes that other young Nightmares didn't want to bother with cleaning. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous of professions, but it paid the bills and he enjoyed the halls at night after curfew had been put into place, the sound of his hooves echoing as he went along with his work.
Yet here he was, standing outside the Orphanage doors. He had been called in asking if he would clean up after Haunted Hallows craft day, and the crew member usually on the job had called in sick. Rune scoffed. Yeah right, they probably didn't want to deal with all the hot glue and glitter. Oh Nine the glitter. Even the best cleaning spells couldn't get that stuff off everything. But bonus pay was bonus pay, and Rune wasn't going to turn down a little extra cash.
He pushed open the door and made his way to the receptionist, who smiled warmly as most do when they see him coming. They told him where the room in question was, where the broom closet could be found, and that the freshlings wouldn't be in the way as they had been sent off for their naps. Rune nodded as he possessed the information, thanked them for the information before moving on to grab supplies and then open the doors to the craft area.
It was...better than he had anticipated. Sure there was still glitter everywhere, but the paper scraps had been placed into a pile to be thrown away, as with a pile for felt bits and a pile for unused macaroni noodles. Rune laughed to himself. This job was going to be easy.
Rune went about gathering up the piles of craft scraps and scooting them into a trash bag. He hummed quietly to himself as he did so, though he stopped suddenly when he heard a small voice.
“What song is that?” The voice was small and quiet and sounded hoarse. Rune looked around and after a few moments he finally found the source hiding away in one of the corners. He looked at the small one, tilting his head for a moment.
“I...well...It's just a song I hum...” he said. “I'm not really sure where it's from...” He hunched down, trying to get on the freshling's level in hopes it would coax them to move from where they were balled up. “Why aren't you taking a nap with the other freshlings?”
“I like it here better...” was the response. Rune watched as they shifted their weight but remained where they were, though he caught a better look at their eyes, wet and puffed. “Well, I like it here when everyone else goes away.” they corrected.
“Mm? Why?” Rune asked
“So I can be alone...So other kids can't make fun of me...”
Rune's brow furrowed. “Are you teased a lot? The caretakers should at least try to stop that...” he said gruffly. He watched as his corner dwelling companion shook their head.
“Not out loud, but I can see it. They try to be nice but it's fake, I know it. No one wants to be friends with someone stupid”
Rune snorted, crossing his arms. “Who says you're stupid?”
“Books do. The words are hard, the letters get mixed up all the time. Everyone else can read when the caretakers ask them too, but....” There was a pause, and a few sniffles. “I can't. Letters don't stay in the same place when I try to read...”
Rune stood up and dusted himself off. There were ways to work around learning disabilities, but a kid probably wasn't interested in listening to him prattle on about such things. “Well, if you want to stay here, you help me clean up,” he said with a matter of fact tone before reaching for his broom to start sweeping.
It took a few minutes, but the corner shadow inched their way out into the room and started quietly picking up bits and throwing them away, and when Rune handed them a damp cloth they went and wiped the tables without a fuss. After a bit of silence they even started talking about things. About their favorite colors, and how they liked to finger paint pictures about stories that they made up in their head. Rune nodded and commented when it seemed appropriate and let they try and sweep for a bit even if the broom was too big for them to use properly.
It was only a matter of time before the small one wandered away to the corner again, but this time it was because sleep finally called them. Rune watched silently as they drifted off to sleep before wandering back up front to the receptionist.
“Done already?”
Rune shook his head. “I was actually curious about the adoption process...”
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 1:32 am
Updated 10/16. Changed the Freshling's name to Dante.Argent here Username: Peter D Hook
Do Not's: Multi-pupils (swirls or weird pupil shapes are fine!), tentacles, bug-like things (don't this counts, but just in case!), cyclops, more than 3 eyes
Entry: Calcifer was nervous about meeting the little ones and was hopeful of meeting one that actually liked her... The Geimera wasn't really great with kids, but her love insisted that she was. And so, Calcifer found herself at the orphanage, waiting to be introduced to the children.
A worker came in and directed her to where many Freshlings were playing together, and they paid her no mind. Off in a corner by themselves was a Freshling that happened to look a little different than the others. He was clearly from a stone imbued in October - he had a mutation.
Calcifer took an immediate interest in this child and approached with a smile. "Hi there! You look a little lonely, kiddo. Don't feel like playing?"
The young mutant looked up at the Geimera, looking rather startled to be talked to. He noticed the lady talking to him looked funny. Not a bad funny, but different. The lady was a hybrid. In response to the lady's question, he shrugged. "Kinda yeah... I usually end up sitting by myself a lot."
The Geimera frowned for a moment. The other children seemed friendly, so she didn't think they were excluding this boy. Maybe he was like her, and liked to be alone with his thoughts most of the time. "Wanna play with me? We could play a card game!" She offered the boy a bright smile. "I'm Calcifer! What's your name?"
"I-it's Dante..." He blushed a bit and nodded. He liked card games, and this lady seemed really nice. He wanted to play with her.
Calcifer really liked this boy. Something about him just made her want to spend all of her time with him. Howl was precious and Calcifer just wanted to put him in her pocket. Maybe her lover was right. Maybe she really was good with kids.
Before they knew it, about two hours had passed and the worker that had brought Calcifer to see the kids came to get her. The Geimera was sad to leave Dante, but a thought came to mind and she waved to the boy before following the worker out. Once out of earshot of the Freshling, Calcifer turned to the worker with a smile.
"I'd like to fill out some adoption papers, if that's alright... Who do I see about that?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 1:51 am
Username: Nasaiki
Do Not's: only mutations I would have problems with are the one eyed kids, everything else I'm pretty open to.
Ember with a kid for you!
 Entry:
Nasai stared at the imposing building in front of her. She had in fact, been just staring at the door for the last ten minutes and knew that she had to make a decision quickly or else people were going to get the wrong impression and think she was some creeper instead of really nervous. She had always wanted kids, but she wanted to make sure that she had a handle on things in life first. University after all was hard to get used to and it was definitely a lot more work than the academy. She was lucky that a good chunk of her friends went to Grendel so it had been easy after a while to settle down into a rhythm. She even managed to occasionally jump a portal to go over to Leviathan and see her twin sister. Which to be honest was a good chunk of the reason why she was standing right here. Hanging out with Frost and seeing how happy her sister was with her own adopted son made Nasai want one, in fact she had always loved kids and working with them. However Nasai knew it knew it was a tremendous responsibility, after all she had seen how much work Lerin had put into raising Frost and Lerin had the support of two other people. Luckily she wasn’t going at this alone and her partner Morin had some experience after all since he did have a younger brother.
In fact she had talked with Morin a lot over the previous weeks on whether or not they wanted to try imbuing a stone or adopting. Eventually the two had come to the conclusion that while they would definitely imbue stones sometime in the future they wanted to give a small nightmare a home. Morin had wanted to give a child what he hadn’t growing up and Nasai wanted to share the love and warmth she had gotten from her family. It didn’t help that her mother had been asking for more grandchildren.
Shaking her head she looked at the door again. This was ridiculous. How was she going to set a good example for the kid she hoped to adopt if she just kept standing in front of the door? Clenching her fists and taking a deep breath she walked forward and opened the door. Things from there went off without a hitch, the orphanage staff was actually rather friendly and helpful and before she knew it she was walking around on a tour of the facility.
It was during this tour that she met him. They had come to what seemed to be a common room where all the children where spread around playing with various toys or working on homework. They were all adorable and cheerful and Nasai would be lucky to take any of them home, however Nasai was drawn to one in particular. There was a little boy sitting in the corner getting ignored by all the other children and playing with a beat up doll. Even from where she was standing Nasai could tell that there was something off about him. She remembered the story about soul stones that had been imbued in October. Was he one of them? Nibbling on her lip she made her decision and stepped back away from her guide and walked over to the corner sitting down. The boy stopped playing and whipped around staring at Nasai with surprise. They looked around as if to see if this was some sort of prank or if Nasai had gotten lost, maybe it was even a combination of all those things and disbelief like he didn’t quite believe Nasai was sitting next to him.
“H-h-hiii” was the nervous little voice when they decided that Nasai was real and wanted to talk to them. They clutched the doll to their chest and Nasai’s smile almost faltered. No she didn’t want to worry them.
“Hello, you don’t mind that I came over do you. I’m Nasaiki” she started.
“No… It’s um; it’s nice to meet you. I-I’m Lay… I’m Layren” He replied clutching the doll to his chest even further.
“Well it’s really nice to meet you too Layren. Who’s your friend there, he seems pretty cool” Nasai asked. It was apparently the right thing to ask because Layren looked down the doll before up at Nasai and held the doll out for Nasai to look at.
“This is Ten, he was the last present my mom gave me” Layren replied. “Would you… would you like to play with me?” Nasai gave a bright smile and sat down in a more comfortable spot.
Nasai pretty much spent the rest of the day playing with Layren and Ten. In fact by the end of the day she promised she would come by on her next day off from university, and from there a pattern emerged. Nasai came every time she could and she always made sure to play with Layren and get to know him. Maybe the orphanage would say she was too young still and not fit to be a parent but she wanted Layren to know that there was at least one person that didn’t find him weird or scary. She at least wanted him to have one friend.
Layren seemed to become brighter and brighter and the second she walked into the room he would stop whatever he was doing and run over to show her what he had done that day.
“Xi over there is really good at coloring” Layren suddenly interrupted one day while they were sitting on the bench and Nasai was reading him a book.
“Mmm coloring is always good”
“…and and… Amy over there can already read”
“She must like reading a lot”
“Tommy can already tie his shoes, and he can count to 50”
“Oh that’s nice….” Nasai replied looking up from the book to glance over at Layren. She was a bit worried about what he was going to say next.
“It’s nice that you’ve been hanging out with me all the time, but you should go hang out with them. I’m defective and you’re really nice and you should take home someone nice, any of them are better than me. I’m weird and quiet and scary and no one ever wants to take me home” Layren finally blurted out, although by the end he was crying and rubbing his eyes in a furious manner like his eyes had betrayed him. Everyone paused to look at them until a look from Nasai had them looking back at their previous activity. Nasai looked back at Layren with a sad smile. How long had he been sitting here waiting for a family only for others to run away because he looked strange. It kind of pissed Nasai off, Layren was an awesome and wonderful little kid, and he was turned down just because he looked a little off?
“I don’t want to hang out with them Layren, I want to hang out with you. I don’t think you are defective and you aren’t the least bit scary, as for being weird well I’ll tell you a secret, all the best people are. Plus I would love you take you home, well If you want me to that is” Nasai replied getting her smile back. There was a small choked sob and Nasai was reeling back with her arms full of a little nightmare. “I’ll take that as a yes”. It was still up to the orphanage, but Nasai hoped she had told the truth. She really wanted to show Layren a home where no one would care he was a little different.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 7:02 am
Username: itsie bitsie spider
Do Not's: I'm not fond of multi-pupils I suppose. The rest I'm good with~
[[It was said that NPCs were allowed, so I hope my entry is okay~]]
Ember with a kiddo. c:
 Entry: Setsi was feeling very confident as she strode toward the orphanage. Not in a cocky way, for once, but just in the fact that even if she didn't leave with a child that she'd at least be doing some sort of good by making sure to be there for the kids. It made her extremely sad these children had to live without a family, so she could at least try to make a difference in one life somehow tonight. Family was so important. Her's was really important to her and pretty big itself... being an Imp and all.
Having arrived at the orphanage at last, Setsi took in a deep breath and then let it out. "And in we go~" she said in an almost sing-song voice as she pushed the door open. Oh how her heart was aflutter as she stepped in, looking about and seeing all the children! She almost couldn't stand the thought of not being able to take every. single. one. home with her. All the Imp wanted to do now was gather up as many of the adorable children up in her arms that she could and away with them post-haste! She could surely felt her heart swelling with affection for all of them!
As her eyes sparkled with excitement while they dashed between all the children running about and playing, it was then that she had noticed one sitting off by its lonesome. It didn't seem to much of an expression on its face, but it just struck her as a sad little wallflower while the others played. Little children should be around the others, playing and having fun!... not sitting by themselves all lonely. Setsi made her way over to the little one and plopped herself down beside it, all smiles as she did so because she just couldn't help herself. "What's a little thing like you doing over here by yourself? Don't you want to go play with the others?" she chimed to the little one, head cocked to the side slightly as she peered down with a smile.
Startled by the sudden sound of someone sitting next to them so suddenly, the child look up with wide eyes. It took a few moments before they tried speaking, and they seemed to have a truly hard time trying as they started and stumbled over their words. "Oh... Well... I guess I don't really... uhmm..." and the little kiddo's voice trailed off, eyes peering down as they twiddled their fingers. They sighed and looked like they were trying to find something to say, but they just couldn't.
That was the most heartbreaking thing Setsi had ever seen. "Oh!... errr" she said, tripping over her tongue as her mind had gotten ahead of itself like it seems to enjoy doing sometimes. It took a moment or two of her making an awkward face before finding her verbal footing once again as the idea finally popped right out how she meant it to. "How about you go find your favorite book and we'll read it together? I do lots of voices when I read." the Imp offered. She loved to read to the kids in her family, so why not this little one, too?~ She had no plans but to be here today, and she wasn't going anywhere until she found a way to make this little one's day just a bit better. And as she watched the little one's face light up as they hopped up to go find a book, she could do nothing else but smile and wait with open arms for them to come back and hop in her lap so they could read together.
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