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It was cold. The icy wind blew forcibly, ripping brown leaves off their stems and letting them flutter to the ground, where a poor girl was feebly raking a puny pile of half-frozen, wet leaves together, a job that seemed everlasting by the constantly falling leaves. As she raked, the girl stumbled over a protruding root and fell to the ground. She picked herself up and picked up her thin shawl as well. She wiped away the grit and tears with her dirty, ragged sleeve, and continued to rake.
The girl reached a large door, and put her ear to it. She could hear faint, sad classical music playing. She paled, The lady is in a bad mood today. The girl knocked quietly on the door, and almost before she finished, a stout, pompous woman with fierce looks opened the door, revealing a richly furnished room with a table, which had a recorder with the classical music playing. "Well?" The woman snapped. "What do you want AGAIN, Milly?" The little girl shrunk under the cruel lady's gaze. "Ma'am, I'd like some brek'ist, please." The little girl said timidly. "I finished my chores." The big woman glared, raising her hand as if to strike her. "You can have breakfast when you finish ALL the chores!! Go!!" Milly cowered in fear, trembling like a leaf. "Please Miss Butch!" She pleaded. The woman slapped her, and Milly fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face. "I don't care about you orphans! I don't care! You weasels!" Miss Butch fairly screamed, slamming the door.
As Milly walked down the hallway, she could still hear the woman ranting. She sighed, as a fresh batch of tears slid down her gaunt and pale cheeks. She thought to herself, Maybe Rose was right. Why should we stay? No one cares about us. I mean, who would care?
Summary- (There are a bunch of orphans that are being mistreated and half starved, but there is a tiny group of orphans that are planning to escape.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Appearance:
Personality:
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No):
Other:
Rules:
1) People, they're boys and girls, not 18 year olds. NO LOVE!! You may have boy and girl admiration, but those are two absolutely different things!
2) The maximum age is 16
3) You can play the nurses, but there is no need to make a character form for them...
4) Please have fun!
Name: Milly
Age: 14
Gender: Female
History: TBR
Appearance: Thin, but pretty. Has short cropped brown hair with ragged clothing, has a scar from one ear, to her eye.
Personality: Shy, timid, but sweet.
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No): Yes
Other: Rose's best friend
Name: Rose
Age: 15
Gender: Female
History: TBR
Appearance: Very pretty, not as thin as the rest of them because of her sneaky abilities. Curly hair, keeps it as clean and tidy as she can. Brown eyes.
Personality: Sweet, Brave, caring, a born leader
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No): Yes; she is the leader of it.
Other: She is Milly's best friend. Miss Butch does NOT like her.
Name: Miss Butch
Age: ahem... 52
Gender: Female
History: Unknown
Appearance: Red firey hair that she keeps in a bun, but it still frizzes out. I have already mentioned that she was fat, and her face is quite ugly. Too ugly to describe.
Personality: Mean, cruel, pompous, only thinks of herself
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No): Hehe. Uh, no.
Other: She listens to sad, classical music when she is upset.
PLEASE DO NOT COPY!!! YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK!!!
A) By participating in this game, I promise that all BYC Rules will be followed and that I have read and understood the Role Play Rules that are in a sticky at the top of the Games forum.
B) I promise that all content is to be rated G and suitable for all ages.
C) I promise that there will be no swearing, cursing (including censoring by using symbols) or inappropriate adult sexual activity or innuendo. This extends to mating, breeding or innuendo in non-human characters as well.
D) I promise to treat others with respect and kindness as is the BYC way.
E) I promise not to post any material that is a violation of copyright. Basically this means: if you didn't create the content (like an image / picture) and don't have direct permission from the content creator to post it, then don't.
(Skip story for summary.)
It was cold. The icy wind blew forcibly, ripping brown leaves off their stems and letting them flutter to the ground, where a poor girl was feebly raking a puny pile of half-frozen, wet leaves together, a job that seemed everlasting by the constantly falling leaves. As she raked, the girl stumbled over a protruding root and fell to the ground. She picked herself up and picked up her thin shawl as well. She wiped away the grit and tears with her dirty, ragged sleeve, and continued to rake.
An hour later.
The little girl finished her chore and walked slowly into an ancient looking mansion. Little ragged girls and boys were scuttering around, cleaning and doing chores. Several nurses were wandering about, looking for resting children. The little girl stopped in front of a little flame that burned on a piece of wood, chopped by one of the children, of course. The eye of a short little nurse caught sight of her, and she barked out, "Hey!! No stoppin'! Get back to work!" The girl shivered, pulling her shawl tighter around her thin shoulders. She, under the speculative eye of the nurse, moved on her way.The girl reached a large door, and put her ear to it. She could hear faint, sad classical music playing. She paled, The lady is in a bad mood today. The girl knocked quietly on the door, and almost before she finished, a stout, pompous woman with fierce looks opened the door, revealing a richly furnished room with a table, which had a recorder with the classical music playing. "Well?" The woman snapped. "What do you want AGAIN, Milly?" The little girl shrunk under the cruel lady's gaze. "Ma'am, I'd like some brek'ist, please." The little girl said timidly. "I finished my chores." The big woman glared, raising her hand as if to strike her. "You can have breakfast when you finish ALL the chores!! Go!!" Milly cowered in fear, trembling like a leaf. "Please Miss Butch!" She pleaded. The woman slapped her, and Milly fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face. "I don't care about you orphans! I don't care! You weasels!" Miss Butch fairly screamed, slamming the door.
As Milly walked down the hallway, she could still hear the woman ranting. She sighed, as a fresh batch of tears slid down her gaunt and pale cheeks. She thought to herself, Maybe Rose was right. Why should we stay? No one cares about us. I mean, who would care?
Summary- (There are a bunch of orphans that are being mistreated and half starved, but there is a tiny group of orphans that are planning to escape.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Appearance:
Personality:
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No):
Other:
Rules:
1) People, they're boys and girls, not 18 year olds. NO LOVE!! You may have boy and girl admiration, but those are two absolutely different things!
2) The maximum age is 16
3) You can play the nurses, but there is no need to make a character form for them...
4) Please have fun!
Name: Milly
Age: 14
Gender: Female
History: TBR
Appearance: Thin, but pretty. Has short cropped brown hair with ragged clothing, has a scar from one ear, to her eye.
Personality: Shy, timid, but sweet.
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No): Yes
Other: Rose's best friend
Name: Rose
Age: 15
Gender: Female
History: TBR
Appearance: Very pretty, not as thin as the rest of them because of her sneaky abilities. Curly hair, keeps it as clean and tidy as she can. Brown eyes.
Personality: Sweet, Brave, caring, a born leader
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No): Yes; she is the leader of it.
Other: She is Milly's best friend. Miss Butch does NOT like her.
Name: Miss Butch
Age: ahem... 52
Gender: Female
History: Unknown
Appearance: Red firey hair that she keeps in a bun, but it still frizzes out. I have already mentioned that she was fat, and her face is quite ugly. Too ugly to describe.
Personality: Mean, cruel, pompous, only thinks of herself
Part of the orphan "revalution" (Yes or No): Hehe. Uh, no.
Other: She listens to sad, classical music when she is upset.
PLEASE DO NOT COPY!!! YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK!!!
