Orphaned. (IC)

Nezzera · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nezzera** on Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:19 am

The Orphanage

The kids there aren't all normal. Some can do things that others can't, some look different... Some are even of a different species all together.
But no matter what they can or cannot do, or what they look like, they are brought together by one thing.
They have no family. Or atleast, no parents to take care of them. They all live in The Orphanage.

About The Orphanage

The Orphanage is a building of 4 stories;; On the first floor is The Kitchen, The Dining Hall, The Classrooms, And A big room that's basically a living room, but bigger. On the second floor is The Nursery and the rooms of the Teachers and other Staff. The third floor is the Girls' Dorms, and the top floor is the Boys' Dorms.

House Rules
(( Note: You don't have to follow all House Rules;; Just try not to get caught breaking them. [; ))

- Be in your own room by curfew.
Curfew is 8pm for children younger than 10, 9:30pm for kids 11-13, and 11pm for kids 14-17.

- Kids are allowed out of their rooms starting at 6am.
The Staff come around and knock on the doors yelling at 7:30am -- WakeUpCall.

- All children old enough to go to school must.
The children go to school in The Orphanage, unless otherwise arranged.

- Every Sunday, all the kids get allowance.
Kids 5-7 get $5.
Kids 8-11 get $10
Kids 12-14 get $15
Kids 15+ get $20

- No loud noises or wandering around after Curfew.

- No rough-housing around children under 10years old.

- Do not destroy others’ property.

- No purposeful self-harm or harm of others.

- If caught violating any of the house rules, you will be Grounded.
If Grounded, your curfew is set 1 hour early, you will receive no allowance for the week(s) you are Grounded, you will not be allowed off The Orphanage property at any hour, and you will be restricted from any class trips.

FyreT1ger · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FyreT1ger** on Fri Dec 04, 2009 11:13 pm

A lighthearted tune floated into the crisp early morning air. Most people in this dusty brick building still slept, including the littlest ones, but Ms. Alyssa Dymphna was always an early riser. Besides these few hours in the morning may be the only time she has to herself, once the little ones wake it would be her job to make sure they all were bathed, dressed, and fed. After that she would have to keep the three toddlers and four year old out of trouble. She shook her head as she remembered some of their mischievous antics. Her work was never done, but she loved every minute of it.

Drawing out of her reverie, the sweet-hearted blond patted rich earth around the root ball of a flowering dogwood. In the early spring of next year this little tree will burst into four-petaled red blooms. She made sure to get a red one to remind her of the boy she planted it for. Soon after she began working at this orphanage, she started a tradition of planting a tree or shrub for each orphan that passed through the doors. It not only made the dusty brick building in the city more pleasant to look at, but each one was something special for these children that had nothing.

Once the tree was planted, she finished her song, stood up, and dusted off her faded blue jeans. She watered all her plants and then showered and changed into a dark pink dress to officially begin the day. Once she stepped in the nursery, as if on cue, two babies started fussing and the toddlers demanded to get out of their cribs. The four year old sat up in bed, with the usual smirk. Miss Lyssa turned to the child with a light query, "What do you know about this?" The child didn't answer, but Miss Lyssa really didn't need one. She just brushed her curly honey hair behind her ear and got to work. Talking to Master Kees would have to wait.

Smithy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smithy** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:25 am

Cream night wear adorned the young sixteen year old girl as she sat on her bed, tail in lap, sketchbook on tail. Her ears twitched in concertration as she carfully drew the outline of a centaur woman. She drew well, wrote well. Arts were her area and put all her concerntration into each peice. After she was satisfied it looked alright so far she placed it in a drawer and pulled out her clothes for the day. Faded denim jeans and a simple white V necked top. A thread hung loose from the ankle of her jeans. She pulled the peice firm and cut it with one of her claws on her human hands. With that she took out her brush and worked the knots out of her hair, and then her tail.

She slipped into the bathroom to get changed before the others started to rise, when she came out she went to the window and looked out over the trees. She remembered who some of the trees and shrubs had been planted for, some had been friends that had left or found a family. When she saw Ms. Dymphna she tapped lightly on the window. Although she doubted human ears could hear a light tap from the third story window. She waved anyway, putting on a warm morning smile and hopeing to be seen.

toy.tristan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **toy.tristan** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:55 am

-Raven Tempest;

You can't hide from your demons...

The spheres of wisdom. The spheres of adventure. The spheres of life. The spheres of sight.

The spheres gazed steadily at their reflection. They scrutinized the spectrum of metallic blue-to-black makeup that accented the luminescent gray spheres. Searching for wisdom in these spheres would not be a difficult task. Fierce authority in these eyes projected a soft intimidation on its own. Going past these lawful eyes, the fiery hair swept along the soft, bleached-bone colored forehead. Streaks of pure white flashed through this hair. Plenty of layers of life and adventure that were cut short gave the wild appearance of a traveler. One where home is not only the heart and the bed in the room, but the dew-kissed grass and the whispering trees.

The woman was not quite the average height of a woman, coming to only 5'4". Her figure was petite and slightly emaciated in a contradictory healthy way. With luscious womanly curves, her hips were held snug by a pair of just-fit jeans. An hourglass fitting blouse hugged the smallest of her waist but was comfortable with movement. The first two buttons were unbuttoned and laid flat. It gave a sophisticated yet outgoing look with a small glimpse of cleavage. Yes her heart was young and so was her skin, but she did have to be a bit conservative considering her job.

Turning slowly around in a complete 360 degree circle, the woman admired her attire and overall appearance. Under her dark blue jeans were knee-high boots with a decent sized heel. The came to a gradual point at the end, peaking out of under her denim.

The woman glanced carefully around her room in search of anything that would go along with her outfit. Deciding her outfit was set and finished, the woman gracefully moved to the stereo and turned it on. Her favorite CD was in, with her favorite song on repeat. Bones by Little Big Town began filling up her room.

You've got bones in your closet
You've got ghosts in your town
Ain't no doubt, dear,
They're gonna come out
They're waiting for the sun to go down
You can't hide from your demons
Feel them all lurking around
You're runnin' scared cause
You know they're out there
They're waiting for the sun to go down

Finding a notebook with 'Raven Tempest' written on it in perfect calligraphy, the woman leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, finding herself singing along with the music. Every note was hit with utmost perfection. Not because of a gifted voice, but because of the familiarity of the song.

Today was the first day with her students for the year. Her first period was a break, but Raven had already decided on her lesson plan for the next month. So perhaps in a while she would make her way down towards the gym. Of all the other teachers, Raven believes that Paul Jamenson is the only one who is on the same frequency as herself. Alas, it was still not time for first period to begin. With a soft sigh, the woman tilted her head back against the wall and kept listening to her song. The song of her soul.

Oh, it stands to reason
Every dog will have his day
Your day is leaving
Better hold on tight
Here comes the night..

HopelessHearts1140 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **HopelessHearts1140** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 1:11 pm

Jennifer groaned as her eyes fluttered open. She glanced around her room as a yawn escaped from her lips. She looked towards the alarm clock to see it was still on the early side. But she would be allowed to go downstairs since it was past six thirty. She shoved her blankets to the side and threw her legs over the side of the bed. She stretched her arms, hearing her joints pop and crack. The sound made her smile. She slid down from the bed and trudged towards her dresser. She pulled out an over sized gray sweatshirt that wasn't actually hers. It was her friend Lucas' but she had borrowed it. She just hadn't returned it yet but he hadn't said anything so she figured that it was fine with him. She slid her arms through the sleeves but left it unzipped. She was going to just hang out downstairs for a while before getting ready for the day filled with classes.

She pulled the hood up to hide some of her long blond hair. She tip toed out of her room, not sure if anyone else was up and moving yet. She carefully walked towards the staircase, still trying her best to be quiet. She made her way down the staircase, humming absently under her breath. Her fingers barely skimming the railing as she walked. She reached the first floor that had the classrooms and the other main rooms. She walked towards the area that was actually the living room but it was a lot bigger then an average living room. She plopped down on one of the couches and tucked her long legs underneath her. She held up her right hand and focused for a few seconds.

A small flame that could fit in the palm of her hand suddenly appeared. She grinned as she closed her hand and it went out. She opened it again and the flame appeared once again. She had been slowly learning how to control her powers and she knew that a lot of people were pretty happy about that.

Lucas slowly began to roll to the side, wanting to sleep more. He had spent most of his night tossing and turning. He eventually had snuck out to go for a run in his wolf form. He knew that if he had been caught he would have gotten in trouble. But he thankfully hadn't. He suddenly felt himself falling and cursed loudly. He smacked down on the ground with a loud thud. He groaned as he lay there for a few seconds. He figured it was time for him to get up anyway. He pushed himself up using his arms and pulled the sheets and blankets from his frame. He threw them back onto his bed, running his hand through his already more then messy hair. He saw that he was able to leave his room and grinned.

He quickly changed out of his pajamas and into a dark green t-shirt with a pair of jeans. He didn't really care about fashion that much. He just wore whatever he found first usually. He walked out of his room, shutting the door to his dorm behind him. He tried his best to be quiet as he walked down the many staircases. He was on the third floor which was the girls' floor. Part of him wanted to see if Jenny was in her room or not but he figured that she was up. He walked down the next staircase which led to the nursery and the rooms that the staff stayed in. He finally reached the final floor and glanced around.

He walked towards the room that was called the living room. He thought it was a bit too big to be called one but he didn't say anything about it. He stopped in the entryway when he saw Jenny sitting on one of the couches. She had a small ball of fire in her right hand and a smile decorated her face. He smiled at her as he walked over to join her," Hey there." She looked up at him as she shut her hand again," Morning wolf boy."

Wynter · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Wynter** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 3:11 pm

Lesley sat quietly in her bed, her knees tucked into her chest as her slender arms wrapped around her legs, the child's beautiful face resting on her knees as her shimmering blue-grey eyes started across her room. Her fingers brushed the light-pink silk of her pajama bottoms. Golden locks framed Lesley's beautiful face, her age being about 12.
She though about getting up, but was unsure what the time was. Glowing orange light spilled through her open window. Dawn? Lesley couldn't be sure; having been the smartest one in the orphanage and broken her clock by accident last night. 10:30 pm was apparently the time according to the now useless electronic.
Her impatience got ahead of her as they child threw her legs gracefully over the side of her bed, standing up as she swiftly, and as silently as she could manage, walked over towards the door of her dorm...

Smithy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Smithy** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:07 pm

Abriel, or Abby, as the young wolf like girl was called looked to her alarm clock. She smiled at the time and disabled the alarm. If she didn't she'd probably annoy alot of people if she wasn't there to turn it off when it's loud wake up call began. She quietly made her way over to her dorm door and slipped into the hall. Now that she was shut out ftom the rest of the sleeping children she could afford to walk without tip toeing everywhere. She gave a quiet yawn and made her way down past the nursery and onto the first floor.

She peeked into the living room and noticed Jennifer and Lucas were already up. She smiled slightly and snuck to the kitchen door and stole a peek at what was inside to see if their breakfast was cooking. No one was there so far. "Either cerials or it hasn't started cooking yet" She whispered to herself and made her way back to the living room. The living room, she thought, was a quiet restful place... In the early mornings. She waved a greeting to Lucas and Jennifer. "Good morning." She said politley and sat herself lazily in a large chair.

HopelessHearts1140 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **HopelessHearts1140** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:40 pm

Jennifer groaned as Lucas playfully ruffled her hair. She stuck her tongue out at him as she swatted his hands away. That only caused him to laugh as she threw her legs into his lap. It was no secret that the two were good friends. They had been ever since they were little kids. Usually they were joined at the hip and that sometimes got them in trouble. Lucas had been caught leaving Jenny's dorm after curfew was up. Jenny had gone up to his room once or twice when she had nightmares and slept in his bed. Of course, no one knew that and she wanted to keep it that way. She didn't like it when she was grounded.

She heard footsteps and figured someone else was awake. She glanced towards the entryway but didn't see anyone. She shrugged as Lucas asked her if she would want to go with him later on outside. He had been transforming more often now. She shrugged when she heard someone saying good morning. She looked up to see Abby walking in. She smiled at the girl," Morning." Lucas let out a yawn, his jaws opening wide. He stretched out slightly, groaning. He was not a morning person.

"Morning Abby," he said once he was done. He threw his arms over Jenny's legs and sighed. He knew that the three of them were probably the only older ones up. A lot of people tended to sleep in till wake up call at seven thirty. He looked around the room that was not chaos for once. During the day a lot of people spent time in the living room. There were times were the floor was scattered with the younger ones toys. He had tripped over some once or twice. Which always amused people since he hardly ever hurt himself.

Pomona · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Pomona** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 6:08 pm

Grace Mayer was bent into the trunk of her wrecked up VW Bug, yellow paint rusted and flaking in some spots. She had never really cared for the thing as she preferred to shift and fly whenever she needed to get somewhere, unless she had things to transport like today. Groaning slightly as she unbent with a large box held in her arms, Grace slammed the trunk closed with an elbow and shifted the box in her arms. I really need to work out more.

With the number of orphans and staff in residence at the orphanage it seemed someone was always sick or hurt and keeping the nurse station fully stocked became a problem on occasion. The box full of supplies would hopefully fill out the stocks enough to last. Blowing upwards to move black bangs from in front of her eyes Grace shouldered into the buildings front doors. There wasn't a lot of time to go before she would need to go pounding on doors to wake the late risers up.

"Hey kids." Grace greeted Lucas and Jennifer warmly as she passed through the great living room quickly, not really giving them much of an opportunity to return the greeting, running late despite her early start. Those two... Grace worried about their age and closeness. She had always felt there should be a floor separating the boy's and girl's dorms.

Right next to the nursery was the nurse's stationed the maple wood door firmly shut and locked, the glass of the window frosted to allow some privacy, but it still showed the shapes of three sickbeds and sundry medical equipment. Shifted her burden about Grace fished about in her pocket for her keys.

Pomona · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Pomona** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 6:44 pm

Paul Jameson liked to think he was the earliest riser in the orphanage but genuinely knew that to be false, some of the staffers and kids seemed to rise before they fell asleep. Stretching with a noisy yawn Paul quickly began to limber up, bending and flexing to work sleep out of his muscles. Doffing his boxers Paul headed into his shower for a quick wash up, scrubbing his teeth after he'd cleaned up.

His wardrobe consisted mostly of track pants, tank tops, and t-shirts and he picked out a pair of grey tracks and red t-shirt. After dressing Paul ran a hand over his shaved head, smiling at his reflection before leaving the room. As it was the school year he no longer bothered with morning work outs, first period with the kiddies was good enough for a light warm up. For now though... The gnawing pit that used to be Paul's stomach was demanding fulfillment, grumbling growling like a lion waiting for it's regular feeding. Popping down the stairs he displayed that characteristic exuberance as he bounded off the last stair.

A bee-line to the dining room with half hearted greetings to the few people awake. "Cookie! What's for breakfast, dear Cookie?!" His shouts were in good nature, enjoying an almost daily ritual of giving the cook grief.

Light_of_the_Fallen · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Light_of_the_Fallen** on Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:23 pm

As soon as he was done with brushing his teeth, the first thing Exaia did was look out his window and take notes on everything he saw. Stacks of notebooks were stacked along the east wall, each one labeled according to the thoughts or observations recorded inside. The newest one, a spring green cover with light brown, recycled pages was already filled halfway with morning observations. Time, date, temperature, weather, humidity, position of the sun, and wind direction were just some of the few things he liked to keep track of. After all, every single detail was important. Every single one.
After his morning observations were completed, he put down the notebook on the top of the morning pile and went to his dresser to pick out his clothes for the day. Exaia searched among the color coded drawers, picking out an ironed pair of khaki slacks and a button up shirt as white as newly fallen snow. A ruby red silk tie,light brown loafers without a spot of dirt, a tree bark brown belt with a gold buckle. And of course, he thought as he walked across his neat, polished, and organized room, he couldn't walk into his science class without his favorite white lab coat. It was his signature, his safety blanket, his pride.
A deep inhale and exhale later, he looked around his room that was covered in posters of famous scientists like Einstein and inspiring quotes like "Carpe Diem." He lived and breathed science. It inspired him to live day by day, push everything he did to its limits, and to break those limits to make new ones. And, he hoped, it would do the same for his students. At least one kid. After all, if he had given a chance to pursue his passion and not be made an outcast for it... why shouldn't he give the chance to someone else?
Ah well, it wasn't the time to think about that now. The syllabus. He walked over to his desk on the south side and grabbed his royal blue planner, flipping the pages to today. He glanced over the classwork and questions, reading it over for the hundredth time to make sure everything was correct. He ran his hand through his hair, satisfied, when he realized he had forgotten to brush his hair. Alas! He had forgotten one detail. Oh well, he thought with a shrug, it didn't matter. His hair didn't look that disorganized. Classes would begin soon. He would fix it later.
"Time to go greet the world," he said with a smile as he checked his black digital watch he almost always wore. He caught his reflection in the watch and groaned. Maybe he was obsessive compulsive. Or maybe he was just detail oriented. Either way, he knew he had to fix it. Really quick. His schedule allowed just a minute, and then he would greet the world.

FyreT1ger · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FyreT1ger** on Sun Dec 06, 2009 12:48 pm

Kylen Kees wasn't typically a morning person, but as the first day of his new classes he couldn't sleep. The frail-looking boy ran his pale fingers through his already messy charcoal black hair as he read over his class schedule for probably the fifth time in the past hour. He hadn't set foot in a classroom since he ran away, and even if they weren't true, he heard things about some of the teachers that scared him. One of those things was that the gym teacher used to be a marine and that was his first class! He shivered at the thought. What if the government found out what he did? Kees turned his ash grey eyes out the window behind his bed wistfully. He was almost tempted to run away again, but Ms. Dymphna made him promise he wouldn't. He groaned and turned back into his room.

A spark at the corner of his oak dresser warned him he had to calm down. He snuffed it out and covered the space with a glass jar to be safe. If he lost control, his powers could be unpredictable. They seemed worse now than they used to be. He would have to ask for non-flammable furniture one of these days. In the meantime, he grabbed a towel and headed to the nearest bathroom and hopefully wash away this darkness that haunted him.

FyreT1ger · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FyreT1ger** on Sun Dec 06, 2009 12:58 pm

Miss Lyssa heard Ms. Meyer come in while she was feeding one of the babies, a little boy. He finished his bottle, she burped him and set him in a bouncing baby chair while the toddlers and four year old played with blocks in the playpen in the middle of the room. Then she peeked her head outside and said with a characteristic smile, "Good morning, Grace. Mind if I help?" If Grace allowed her, she would move forward to take the heavy box from the nurse's arm, allowing her to find the keys and open the door, and then follow inside to also help put the supplies away. If not, she would head back inside the nursery to tend the next little one.

Pomona · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Pomona** on Sun Dec 06, 2009 6:50 pm

"That would be spectacular, Alyssa." Gently transferring the box to the other woman's arms with a grateful smile, Grace pulled the keys from her jean pocket, clanking through them until she found the proper key. Opening the door Grace stepped aside to allow Alyssa to quickly put down the heavy box. "Thank you, darling. How are the little ones doing this morning?"

She opened the folded down box and began picking out rolled bandages and putting them away. "Say, Lyssa... How about a girl's night the next time we get the same night off?" After the bandages were stacked in drawer Grace put on her white coat, feeling that her thermometer was still in her pocket. "Don't worry about the supplies I'll get the rest later."

Nezzera · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nezzera** on Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:19 am

OOC: Smithy and Alice FireStar, neither of you were accepted into this rolpelay. Neither of you even applied. Don't post in here unless you've both applied, and been accepted.

FyreT1ger · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FyreT1ger** on Mon Dec 07, 2009 10:54 am

Alyssa did set down the heavy box. When asked about the children, her smile faded and sadness veiled her normally bright ivy green eyes. "Princess and her three musketeers are still up to their usual mischief, but princess has an adoption interview this afternoon. Even when she gets on my nerves or scares me out of my wits, like last week when she was sleepwalking and we couldn't find her, I can't stop loving her. It's always so hard to let them go." She leaned on a table and took a deep breath to regain her composure. "The family already has a little boy, about nine, so they're waiting until after school so he can meet his little sister. The nursery won't be the same, and I'm not sure how to tell the younger ones. She was their big sister for all of their lives. The oldest musketeer is only three."

Pulling on her right ear, a nervous habit she developed when she was fourteen, Alyssa thought about Grace's invite. "A night out once in a while could help, especially since I spent my last night off shopping for clothes with Master Kees. I didn't think he would be comfortable starting school with dirty clothes that didn't fit. I'll have to think about it, Grace, but I promise I'll get back to you before the end of this week at the latest."

Chari · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Chari** on Mon Dec 07, 2009 3:29 pm

Unlike most of the others here at the Orphanage, Anya had just snored through her alarm. She had stayed up late last night for the simple reason she just couldn't fall asleep, and that decision had come back to haunt her. The alarm, however, would not stop until someone would turn it off, and as tired as Anya was, the wretched beeping got louder and louder. Eventually, she roused herself, rubbing her eyes, and tapped the top of the digital clock. It ceased its noise instantly, and she considered going back to bed, but had she done that, there likely would have been no breakfast for her. That Kouta would have made sure of it. She didn't want that to happen. So she trudged out of her room, forgetting she still wore her rainbow-spangled pajamas.

But she saw no one on the way down. She got to their living room area, and sat down in a chair to wait for breakfast. Almost instantly, she fell into a light doze.

Forensic_Anthro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Forensic_Anthro** on Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:23 pm

Matthew Kai, one of the eldest in the orphanage, yawned, moving his tall form out of the bed. He quickly changed into a black shirt that said "I'm laughing at you, not with you" and jeans. He grabbed a container from on top of the dresser and retreated to the bathroom, spiking his short blond hair.
He relaxed, the usually tense boy allowing his molecules to separate. He drifted downstairs and into the living room.
"Hello," Matthew said, his voice no more than a breath of wind. There were more than three people nearby, and now his molecules didn't want to fit back together.

HopelessHearts1140 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **HopelessHearts1140** on Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:00 pm

"I say we get some breakfast," said Lucas as he glanced at Jennifer who was staring up at the ceiling. He could tell that she was probably off in day dream land. He sighed as he threw her legs from his lap which caused him to snap out of it. Jennifer groaned as her feet came into contact with the ground. She glanced up as she heard loud shouting, shaking her head. She knew it was the gym teacher, Paul. Lucas climbed to his feet then held his hands out to her. She reached to place her hands into his and let him yank her to her feet. She knew that a lot of people weren't so sure about how close they were but they had always been that way.

The two friends shuffled towards the dining room while still trying to wake up. Jenny glanced around, yawning as she did. She looked down at herself, thinking she should go get dressed. She glanced up towards the stairs and sighed. It seemed like a long way to just change into different clothes. She shrugged as she barely stepped out of the living room. She saw Matthew walking in and he actually acknowledged them. She glanced over at him and smiled slightly despite the fact that she was not fully awake," Morning." Lucas tugged on her hand and she laughed. She knew that he ate like crazy. It was sometimes amusing.

Pomona · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Pomona** on Mon Dec 07, 2009 7:21 pm

Grace flashed a smile at Lyssa, not sure if her particular disciplines allowed for romps or not. She probably should've thought of it before asking. Looking down at her watch, she huffed an impatient sigh. "Lyssa, I gotta go wake the kids up. The box'll wait. Have a good day, hun."

Almost before the last words were out of her mouth the watch began it's chirping to tell her she was late. "I really have to go." Leaving with another smile shot to Alyssa, feeling a bit bad about the aburpt departure. But until they hired on a new female staff member she was trying to fill in the gaps left by the absence. Walking to and up the stairs, her sneaker's soles squeaking at each step. Mounting the last stair Grace began the wake up calls with a hearty "Up and at 'em kids! We're all late!"

The orphanage was far from full so she was able to skip a few doors and pound on the occupied rooms. A closed fist and three loud bangs, and another, although quieter, shout for the occupants to wake up. Once she had finished her circuit of the floor, Grace took up at a spot in front of a window, looking forward to taking flight before dinner.

~~~~~

Paul hurried over to the buffet like area, putting on his most charming smile. Teeth flashing he leaned on the counter to speak to the lunch ladies. "Darlings! What do you have for me today?"

"Cereal of course, pancakes, bacon, and eggs. And just about anything else you could hope for."

Paul nearly began salivating at the women's words. "I'll take scrambled eggs, three strips of bacon, two flap jacks with maple syrup, please." Shuffling off to grab a glass and fill it up with orange juice from a pitcher, grabbing a mug as well, he filled it with black coffee. Returning to the line to pick up his food, depositing glass and mug on his tray. "Thank you, ladies." Leaving with a wink Paul went to claim a chair.

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