✨Who Would Care?✨ An orphan RP

[Garjzla]

Quote:Charlie sighed and shook his head.
"Teenage girls...Ugh. Always gettin' furious about somethin'." He muttered under his breath and headed inside of the orphanage. It was about time to start working, and gather information through simply listening.
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[QuackSpeak]

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[cutiechook1]

Imryll looked to Olive as she left.
"Oh yeah, thanks for yelling at me, Mom!" She said in a very sarcastic tone, continuing to glare at Olive with her eyes that still gleamed with a murderous look. Beating that man with the broom brought back her memories of poisoning her mom, and all of the anger that came with it.
Looking back at the job she had to finish, she sweeped all of the dust and dirt into a pan and went to throw it out.

Olive felt her face reddening. She went to the tiny fire and stood there for some warmth.

 

[cutiechook1]

Yes

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[cutiechook1]

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[Garjzla]

Charlie passed by Imryll and the guy who was watching her. Despite the fact that Charlie wasn't the most intelligent guy in the world, he still had a photographic memory, and recognized Imryll from the photos he was given in an instant.
He also noticed the dude with a bloody nose, and it had nearly soaked the handkerchief he was using to clean it up. When Charlie stared at his injury for just a moment too long the guy looked at him with an expression that definitely wasn't "Hey buddy. Glad you see you."

"You stay right there, you brat." The worker muttered to Imryll and walked over to Charlie. Imryll scoffed with a glare.

"Hey, this kid may have just broken my nose, and I have no idea why, but since you're new, how about I give you a job? Watch her, she needs to clean the fireplace and then has to take care of the kitchen. And I need to go seek some medical help." The worker told Charlie sternly, still clutching his nose.

Charlie was silent for a few moments thinking about the situation before he answered.
"Uh...Her name's Imryll, right? Last name is Bellas, maybe?" Charlie asked reluctantly.
"Yeah, think so. What, you part of her family or something?"
Charlie shook his head quickly, "No, definitely not! Just an old friend of her...Mum's..." He sighed at how bad he was at lying.
"Huh. You'd be willing to adopt?" He suggested, though the tone of his voice implied that it wasn't likely.
"No! Not at all. I'm a mess, can't take care of a kid, and teenage girls are the worst. Anyway, let's drop it. I'll do what you've asked. Have fun getting your nose fixed, mate." Charlie gave the worker a convincing smile and a pat on the back. The worker raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and walked off.

Approaching Imryll, Charlie smiled at her and tried to be friendly. She saw him smile but said nothing and walked to the kitchen to clean, since the fireplace was still lit and couldn't be emptied of ashes.

"So, you ignore people who are trying to be nice often?" Charlie asked conversationally as he followed her, kind of having no idea what exactly to do.
"...You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Imryll asked quietly with a smirk as she entered the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm new here, give me a break. Besides, you're 13, you shouldn't be talking to adults like you're better than them."
Imryll paused and turned to stare at Charlie suspiciously. "...How come you know my age?"
Charlie quietly cursed. Seriously?...Just, why? He was an undercover cop, and he was ruining his chances of getting Imryll to say anything useful. Though he had to cut himself some slack, he wasn't really used to following teenagers around that could possibly be serial killers.
"...'Cause. I mean, 13 year olds always sound...Weird. Voice changes and stuff. Besides, I'm a good guesser."
Imryll sighed and shook her head, heading to the sink to do the large pile of dishes.
"Sure, liar."

 

[QuackSpeak]

Taylor looked into his frightened, owlish eyes, and felt a sigh heaving in her chest, clawing it's way up her throat, and being released in a puff of air. "Sammy..."
"Please?" he said, swallowing. "I can't - I'm too small to paint the whole thing. And I'm scared. I need you help, otherwise they'll - they'll- " Sammy looked dangerously close to tears. "Please?" he whispered.
Taylor closed her eyes. If she helped Sammy do his chores, that would mean that her jobs would be left unfinished. And the (Nurses?? Nuns?? Orphanage workers? What are they called? lol)
would be furious at her. There were punishments for unruly kids. But Sammy was just a little kid... Bad Idea! Her instincts screamed at her. Leave! Go do your chores! You don't need Sammy... Before, Taylor had thought she hadn't needed anyone. But look how that turned out, she thought bitterly.
Taylor didn't necessarily need Sammy. But he needed her. "Okay," she said wearily.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" Sammy crowed, rushing at Taylor and wrapping his arms around her leg.
"You're welcome, Sams," Taylor whispered. "But..."
Sammy obediently unlatched himself from Taylor's leg before the (Nuns/Nurses/Workers) could see. "What other chores do you have?" she asked him. "Paint the wall, fetch some more soap from market, and sweep the kitchens." Sammy recalled, counting on his fingers. Taylor groaned. The market was a while away, and walking to and from the place was a hassle. And all for...soap?
Sammy looked at her hopefully. He can't go alone, Taylor reasoned, even though her instincts said to let him go alone.
"I'll come with you to the market," she said.
"Thank you!"
"Yup," Taylor said. Sammy smiled. "Whatever. Let's start," she said, looking up at the large expanse of wall that they had to paint before supper. She grabbed a paintbrush that was at Sammy's feet, dipped it in the bucket of paint besides her, and started to paint, working at the high part of the wall that Sammy couldn't reach. "Hey Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"If anyone asks, you used a ladder."

 

[Garjzla]

Charlie watched Imryll clean the dishes to make sure she was actually doing her job, and quickly got extremely bored.

"Can I help?" Charlie asked dully. Imryll felt like laughing at him since he was so clueless about what to do, but instead looked even more annoyed.
"No, you can't."

Charlie was about to ask why but realized that he would then be a 22 year old begging a kid to do the dishes like he was the kid.
"Okay...What if you're doing really badly?" He suggested. Charlie wouldn't always act like his normal rather annoying self, but considering the fact that this was a girl who just may have murdered her mother, becoming friendly to get some information out of her seemed like the best option.

"Ugh. Can you just be quiet? I'm almost done."

After five minutes that were extremely boring for Charlie, Imryll had finished the dishes and took a few minutes to dry them and put them away before heading over to the fireplace. She put out the fire with a little fireplace shovel and got a bucket to put all of the embers and ashes in.

Given the fact that Charlie was a rather talkative dude, he couldn't restrain himself from asking some useless questions to become acquaintances with Imryll.
"So, Imryll...Got a nickname? Because let's be honest, your first name's kinda weird."
Imryll chuckled quietly, rather amused by how immature Charlie seemed.
"No, I don't. Not any that aren't just plain rude." She replied simply as she shoveled ashes out of the fireplace.
"Well then...How about I call you Bell? I mean, your last name is Bellas, but Bellas would be weird and not any better than your first name."
"How about you don't call me anything? You're just a worker here, like everyone else, and I'm one of the many kids that live here. Just like everyone else." Imryll sighed and finished cleaning the fireplace, then set the bucket of ashes next to it to cool off and went to fetch some wood from outside. Charlie followed her, assuming he was probably supposed to.

"Well, aren't you just a chipper one?" Charlie said sarcastically. Imryll sighed again with annoyance.

 

[Garjzla]

Taylor looked into his frightened, owlish eyes, and felt a sigh heaving in her chest, clawing it's way up her throat, and being released in a puff of air. "Sammy..."
"Please?" he said, swallowing. "I can't - I'm too small to paint the whole thing. And I'm scared. I need you help, otherwise they'll - they'll- " Sammy looked dangerously close to tears. "Please?" he whispered.
Taylor closed her eyes. If she helped Sammy do his chores, that would mean that her jobs would be left unfinished. And the (Nurses?? Nuns?? Orphanage workers? What are they called? lol)
would be furious at her. There were punishments for unruly kids. But Sammy was just a little kid... Bad Idea! Her instincts screamed at her. Leave! Go do your chores! You don't need Sammy... Before, Taylor had thought she hadn't needed anyone. But look how that turned out, she thought bitterly.
Taylor didn't necessarily need Sammy. But he needed her. "Okay," she said wearily.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" Sammy crowed, rushing at Taylor and wrapping his arms around her leg.
"You're welcome, Sams," Taylor whispered. "But..."
Sammy obediently unlatched himself from Taylor's leg before the (Nuns/Nurses/Workers) could see. "What other chores do you have?" she asked him. "Paint the wall, fetch some more soap from market, and sweep the kitchens." Sammy recalled, counting on his fingers. Taylor groaned. The market was a while away, and walking to and from the place was a hassle. And all for...soap?
Sammy looked at her hopefully. He can't go alone, Taylor reasoned, even though her instincts said to let him go alone.
"I'll come with you to the market," she said.
"Thank you!"
"Yup," Taylor said. Sammy smiled. "Whatever. Let's start," she said, looking up at the large expanse of wall that they had to paint before supper. She grabbed a paintbrush that was at Sammy's feet, dipped it in the bucket of paint besides her, and started to paint, working at the high part of the wall that Sammy couldn't reach. "Hey Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"If anyone asks, you used a ladder."

(I don't care about little girls, but little boys are so cute to me. Poor Sammy.

I'm REALLY concerned about the safety of all these kids. Hanging out in alleys, going to the store by themselves.

)

 

[silkieRaiser]

(I don't care about little girls, but little boys are so cute to me. Poor Sammy.

I'm REALLY concerned about the safety of all these kids. Hanging out in alleys, going to the store by themselves.

)

(ikr. im cool with both genders tho [as long as the girls aren't over obsessed with stereotypical stuff]