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Long ago there was a house built up on a hill above the small town of marigold. The people that built it was a young newlywed couple that supposedly could not bare children. The young husband planted a garden of roses to help his beloved wife to get over the fact. Their closest neighbor, an old woman, was on the hill next to them. One day the young wife thought she had gotten ill. Her husband called for a doctor only to find out that she was not ill but pregnant. After the child was born their neighbor came over to visit. The couple knew the old woman did not like children, so they hid the child out of sight. However, the old woman already knew of the child. When she went in to the house she asked to see the child. The couple was hesitant but went and brought the child to her. The old woman looked at the child. The child was quite till it awoke to see the old woman and began to cry. The young mother ran over to the old and gently grabbed her child from her arms. The old woman grew upset and turned to the couple. βFor your rudeness,β The old woman told them,β I place a curse on this house.β The old woman raised her hands and shouted these words, βJos lapsi asuu tΓ€ssΓ€ talossa edes hetkeksi pysΓ€htyy ikÀÀntymisestΓ€ 10-vuotiaana. (Any child who lives in this house even for an instant will stop ageing at the age of 10.) Jos lapsi voi olla hieman vanhempia niin se myΓΆs pysΓ€htyy. (If the child may be slightly older then that will also stop.) Vasta kun kuu ja todellisen rakkauden lΓΆytÀÀ niistΓ€ ne palautetaan elΓ€keiΓ€ssΓ€. (Only when the moon and true love find them will they be restored to normal age.)β The young couple believed in no such things as curses and brushed it off. They sent the old woman away telling her never to return. After 10 short years later the child stopped growing and stayed the same age. The couple became frightened and moved away selling their beloved home. Even though they all had moved the curse was still there and the child stayed the same. The only thing that grew was the childβs mind. After many years later the house became abandoned. The child was also left alone with only a small fortune to live off of. Once the child heard her childhood home was for sale she spent all of her money to buy and restore it to its former glory. She then opened it up as a boarding house for those who like her had the curse that the old woman had placed apon them. The message had gotten messed up along the way to the printer and now not only is the cursed coming but so is every other person that is in need of a place to live.
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Elysia just got back home from working at the shrine. She went through the door and walked over to a rather large living room that was finished with black leather couches and chairs that matched the dark crimson red walls. Only one chair stuck out. An old blue antique chair that had been in the house ever since it was built. It was Elysia's favorite chair. She never sat any were else in the room. It could of possibly be because of were it sat. It sat beside the window facing the fireplace. After going in she headed straight for her chair. As she sat she looked over to the fireplace. She hadn't started it since she had been there. It looked rather lonely with out the fire. She stood up and walked over to it deciding to take it for a spin. After many attempts she got it started and sat back down a little worn out from her days trial. She looked out the window, with rather sad eyes, and wondered if there were people like her cursed to be a child forever and if so why haven't they come. It had been a little over a month since she had the fliers distributed. Yet not one call, letter, or visit. Maybe she really was the only one like her.
She sighed, "At least I could finally get out of that damned room..." she hoisted her bag over her shoulder and sauntered up to the door.
She had arrived in town earlier in the morning but had to rent a room for the day and hide, waiting till nightfall to take a cab out to the old house.
Crossing her arm over her body to grip her sleeve she walked up the stairs, and knocked on the old door.
"He-hello? Is th-there an-an-any one ther-r-re?" she nervously peeped as she looked through the glass. I'm sure this is the right address... She thought, double-checking the flyer anyway at the door.
"Cursed Children", the words flashed through her mind the moment she read it,Could their be other's like me out there?
Gaining permission from the nuns at the abbey she left, in search of someone to break her horrid curse, or even just someone who understood...understood the way it felt to be...cursed.
Knocking on the door again she said, "My name is Miranda, and I am cursed!"
Kiri stepped out from the cab as it parked by the manor. "... Umm, here..." She gave the driver the money and took her bag from the seat. As she closed the door, he drove quickly drove away. 'I wonder if there are others like me....' She walked steadily towards the house and looked up to see another girl there. 'Someone's already here....' She heard her call out that she was cursed and saw the door ahead of her open to reveal another girl. 'She must be the owner of this house... I hope I get along with her....' She ran forward and came at the door breathing heavily. "Um, My name is Kiri... I'm also cursed..."
Micheal had been walking all day with out rest his legs ached in pain. If it was night time the journey wouldn't have been as long, but since he was stuck in a 10 year old body the trip was longer than what it really was. He carried a duffel bag across his body as well as his trusted violin which had a few coins and dollars. It was easier to earn money when you were a kid playing a violin near malls or bookstores. The bag jingled a little bit with the coins as he finally made his way to the mansion. Gazing in amazement at the beautiful architecture and old look.
Micheal then noticed some people standing there some no older than he was. He could only assume they were just like him under a cursed that wouldn't break. At least that's what he assumed that the curse was unbreakable. Quietly he walked up to the group of females which sort of made him uncomfortable, but he kept calm as best as he could. "Hello there. . ." Micheal said gently as a small smile graced his small face.
All she really wanted to was go to her room, she wasn't ready for a heartfelt meeting yet, she wanted to rest...Holding her bag with one hand she held out the flyer, giving it a little shake, eager to get her things put away.
Something caught her eye, a glisten off of a pair of glasses perhaps? She shook, and leaned against the doorway a bit...Must we all stand by the door...
She crossed her arm in front of her and watched the others, a boy passing through the group. Must have been him, Her face towards the doorway, her eyes lingered on him for a moment more, I wonder If he is cursed...
Yep, he was in the right place. But there was no manor in sight. Had the address been printed wrong?
"Damn..." Jem tucked the hand with the paper underneath his armpit and nibbled on his thumbnail. "Where the hell is this place?"
Jem's shadow suddenly splayed about before him, and he turned to see headlights baring down towards him. He moved out of the way just in time as a taxi hurtled past, its horn blaring as it swerved to dodge him. Even through the darkness, Jem could see the driver flip him the bird through the back windshield before it hurtled around a corner and disappeared.
"Jackass..." Jem mumbled. "I wonder where you're going..." He considered the possibility that the taxi's destination was the same as his, and quickly decided that he would follow it. Hell, he was lost anyway. What could it hurt?
He stuffed the flier into his pack and sprinted after the cab. Rounding the corner, he was suddenly faced with the manor from the picture, its Victorian era architecture giving it an old, refined look. Yet...there was something rather ominous about it. Like the haunted mansion from some horror movie. Peering closer, he noticed a few shapes gathered on the doorstep. Other 'cursed children', maybe? This looked like his kind of party.
Jem grinned, adjusting the bag on his shoulder once more, and headed for the house.
If one were to follow the sound to its source, they would find a girl of approximately eighteen with long green hair panting as she ran up the empty street. A lime green backpack thumped noisily against her back with each step. Behind her, moonlight caught the silver hair of a boy that was following along behind her albeit much slower.
"There's no huge rush, Cooro. If that flyer's right, I imagine they'll be up all night just like us." The silver haired boy called up to the girl, but despite his words he broke out into a light jog.
Pausing to allow the boy to catch up to her, Cooro grabbed his hand and took off once more, pulling him along with her. "Rush or no rush, I want to be there already!" she glanced back at Husky with a grin as she rounded a curve in the road and stopped mid-step to gaze in awe at the mansion house that had suddenly come into sight like a phantom appearing from nothing.
"Woah." the girl stared up at the magnificent building before her, taking in and trying to memorize every detail; to burn every respect into her brain.
With a sigh, Husky put his hand on Cooro's shoulder and guided her up to the door where another boy had just arrived. Snapping out of her reverie, Cooro's bright eyes darkened as she realized how many people were around her. Half-stepping behind her twin, Cooro kept her head down and grabbed Husky's hand in a vise-like grip. Her grip was nothing Husky wasn't used to, so it didn't particularly bother him- since they'd come to the city he'd learned to deal with any pain she caused through it.
As they stepped up to the door, Husky rapped lightly on the open portal to announce their arrival. Producing the flyer from a pocket, the silver-haired boy unfolded the crumpled paper with one hand and held it up for the host to see, not wanting to interrupt any conversation she might be partaking in. Silently, the twins awaited welcoming or rejection, whichever might occur.
"So... Which side are the guys going to be staying in?" Kiri looked down at the ground and said in a quiet voice, "Umm, where are the girls to stay also?" She shifted her bag onto her shoulder and pulled a fallen strand of hair back into its place. 'There are so many others... I'm so nervous, I don't know what to say..!' Kiri turned her head up slightly and looked at Elysia. "Umm, if I may introduce myself, my name is Kiri..." She looked down quickly, afraid to look back up again. "I'm, err, Otanashi Kiri...."
The sir seemed thick, and humid in the house. Using her free hand she flipped her pigtail out of her face and once again looked around the room. There were three other girls and three guys. She simply grasped her bag and waited for the the host to answer.
Tapping her finger's along her bag to her favorite piece "Fur Elise" she stood in the hall. Taking notice of the last two to enter, she looked up.
A girl and a boy, she began, Both cursed, they must be siblings. Possibly lovers as well. She turned her eyes on Kiri as she spoke , Nothing that appears special to me...though she seems very nervous Randi wanted to speak next, to lift some of the burden from the shy woman but her words caught in her throat, so she remained silent, swaying in the corner.
Curiosity began creeping up her spine as she looked around the room, about the very cute blond boy that had walked in particular. The moment her eyes passed over to the door, a rosy hue began blooming up on her cheeks like a field of baby rose buds all blossoming across from her ears across her nose. What's wrong with me, he's just cute...no big deal. Though she still dipped her head once again to hide the blush. This is weird, she thought, maybe it's because I know their cursed...I know they understand...
Lastly she examined the host, who was standing near the first guy to enter. She seemed to be just as astonished about the number of us that existed as we were.
The host looked nice enough; he liked dark-haired chicks. The girl who had just spoken, Kiri Ota-something, looked a little timid and unsure of herself- not really his type, and she looked a bit too old. The green-haired girl held some promise, though he couldn't be sure because she hadn't spoken yet. And finally, his eyes settled on the second dark-haired girl with the pigtails and busy fingers. She was pretty, he noted with a grin. It widened when he caught her glance toward him, and he gave her a wink.
Immediately dropping her gaze again, she ducked around the corner for a moment to catch her composure, Stop it. Stop it right now. You are making a fool of yourself...
As she looked up, her eyes caught sight of a piano laying dusty in the far room...her heart longed to play it, and she lingered there in the hall staring at the beautiful ivory piece, tapping her fingers against her bag.
I should go back with the others... she thought, but she couldn't take her gaze away. Plus...that boy...there is something about him...
Part of her hoped he left her alone, part of her didn't want to let him in...but part of her wanted him to follow, to chase after her and ask questions. She was confused, being around so many people did that to her...crowds...she felt suffocated. Only behind the keys did she feel truly comfortable...
She glanced back toward the group, and lingered deciding if she would go explore the piano...or stay and socialize. Again her heart told her to go play, but something else kept her near the others...Why...? she thought, peeking around the corner once again, Why no one else...ever...before him...
He poked his head around the corner, immediately coming face to face with the dark-haired girl. She looked torn, like she didn't know what to do, and his guilt deepened. "Hey, are you all right?" he questioned, stepping fully around the corner to face her. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He offered her a genuine smile, as if that would somehow make things better.
She peeped,"Oh, no I'm fine...I just..." she scrambled in her head for an excuse, "I...I don't like crows that much..."
She was atleast telling the truth as she dipped her chin, and fiddled with the strap on her bag. She stood there for a moment, frozen from embaressment, then stuck her hand out, "I'm Randi," she said, as she lifted her gaze to meet his. Her hand shook a bit as she extended it, I have to get to know them... Thinking a moment more, No...I want to know him...I will try...
Her nerves were written all over her face, but she still held out her small dainty hand to him, her mind drifted for a moment as she wondered how his hand would feel when he took hers...
He snapped out of his befuddlement, though, when she suddenly stuck her hand out, slowly lifting her head to meet his gaze. "I'm Randi..." she said quietly, and he noticed that her hand was shaking a little. He was silent for moment, staring at her hand, before his face suddenly broke out into a wide, ear-to-ear grin.
"Name's Jem!" he said, taking her tiny hand in his larger one and giving it a few enthusiastic shakes. "And don't let me make you uncomfortable again. Really, I'm harmless." He let go of her hand and slid it into his pocket, his other hand gripping the strap on his shoulder as he beamed at her.
Kiri kept her head down and stared at the ground. 'Since everyone's here, I should at least get to know the host...' She lifted her head up and tried to act brave. 'I can do this.. I can talk to people...' "Umm, since we'll all be staying together, why don't we introduce ourselves?"
Smiling up at him she clutched her bag with two hands and replied, "It's lovely to meet you, I'm sorry about the way I acted. I don't let people in usually...you know because of the curse, I can't really have friends."
Taking one last glance back at the piano she turned to face the entryway and started walking back to the others.
"I guess I should start trying a little harder," she chuckled, and touched his arm, "Do you think you and I...we could..." pausing for a moment she reeled about what she truly wanted, but settled knowing it was far to soon, "We could be friends?"
Softening her face as she spoke, her lips and eyes were delicate on her face, her long eyelashes waving as she blinked. She leaned her body forward as she walked and swayed her hips. It was her naturally graceful gate, one that came with years of posture training for piano. Her slender legs carried her next to him, thought she had to walk a little faster to make up for the height difference.
He seems sweet...and such a pretty smile...
As they walked in she heard the shy girl introduce herself, and with a new burst of courage she smiled at her and said, "It's so nice to meet you Kiri, My name is Miranda but you can all me Randi."
"I know what you mean," Jem chuckled, adjusting the strap on his shoulder as he walked alongside the girl, his long strides matched by her smaller, faster ones. "That's why I usually only go out at night. Plus, I'm a bartender. Talking to people's sort of in the job description."
"I guess I should start trying a little harder." Jem's grin widened when she chuckled and touched his arm, deciding he liked her laugh. "Do you think you and I...we could...we could be friends?"
Jem laughed at this, at the way this seemed like such a serious question to her. Friends had always come easy to him, ever since he was a child before the curse, and he actually couldn't remember the last time someone had politely asked to be friends with him. It was cute.
"Of course!" he answered with another chuckle, putting a hand on her shoulder. "After all, we'll be practically living together from now on, won't we? Might as well get comfortable."
They arrived back to where they had started, where all the other cursed children were still gathered around the hostess. They were just in time to hear the brown-haired girl ask for introductions before Randi introduced herself to the others with a new found courage. He grinned as she finished, giving a small wave to the other cursed kids.
"And my name's Benjamin Maddox," he said. "But everyone just calls me Jem. Hi, it's great to be here!"
Hearing a girl comment that everyone should introduce themselves, Husky smiled a little wider, happy that someone else brought it up. "My name's Husky." he glanced over his shoulder at Cooro and prodded her with his elbow.
"Cooro." her voice was barely audible, a fact that spurred another prod from Husky.
"My name's Cooro. I'm Husky's twin sister. I'm the cool one. He's just a friendly little Husky puppy." Cooro tried to imagine it was just her and Husky in the room and she ended up speaking like she had outside earlier in the evening; her voice was loud and clear and even accompanied by a small giggle at her end comment.
Squeaking as she realized she'd spoken like she normally would, Cooro moved farther behind Husky, continuing to use him as a shield although she peered over his shoulder. She wasn't really sure how to act around people other than her twin, even though they'd lived at an orphanage with several other children for almost six years. Lost in her own thoughts for a moment, Cooro didn't notice that Husky had sidestepped, leaving her standing next to him. Pausing as she realized what had just happened, Cooro felt a pale flush rise to her cheeks as she realized how exposed she felt now that she wasn't hiding behind her brother.
"It's very nice to meet you Jem, and you too, Randi and Kiri!" Husky's smile was bright and true as he spoke to the three other people that had thus far introduced themselves.
Kiri saw the outcome of her courage and began to feel more brave. 'Everyone's so nice...' She looked up at everyone and smiled meekly. "Umm, it's really nice to meet you Randi, Jem, Cooro, and Husky. I'm sort of a 'hikikomori', or in English, withdrawn... I don't really like to get out much, so, I'm mostly cooped up somewhere... It's still really nice to meet all of you. I hope we all get along." Kiri held onto her bag tightly and smiled brighter. 'I hope we get along well, everyone...'
Micheal listened to the introduction. He really wasn't into the whole introductions until one voice was loud and clear it sort of caught his attention. "My name's Cooro. I'm Husky's twin sister. I'm the cool one. He's just a friendly little Husky puppy." Her voice was loud and clear and even accompanied by a small giggle at her end comment. Clearing his voice. "Micheal Eden." He said gently with a small smile and glanced at Cooro briefly with gentle eyes. He then put his bag down only cause it was getting on his nerves.
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Tonks wrote:Can I reserve a spot?
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