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Re: The Group Home

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Zack nodded, she had a point. Though he thought he could probably get it all done in a trip or two, he didn't want to slip up and break anything. He carefully took the plates in his hand, and walked over to the table. He neatly set them down, just about a foot or so apart from each other. It wasn't something someone of his appearance, would be expected of being able to do. That proved there was a lot more to him than met the eye. When he was finished he returned to the kitchen and took the silverware and some napkins. He set the napkins down, on the right side of the plate, and the silverware neatly on them. Another thing no one would really expect from him at first glance. On his final trip he collected some of the bowls and put then out accordingly. He then retunred to the kicthen once more. He smiled at her kindly. "Ok, im done, unless you need anything else? Oh, and don't rush on the ham, just cut it whenever you get the chance."
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Re: The Group Home

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OOC: Ahhh! I'm so sorry!

"Oh, I won't rush the ham, dear--you're not finished yet," Miss Violet said mildly, without looking up from the stew she was tending.

"If you could help me with the salad, I would be most grateful. She pointed to the sink, where a basket of unwashed and unprepared lettuce and stringy carrots that were picked from the garden that morning. Help me wash and cut them, would you, dear?

They rinsed the vegetables together in silence. The lettuce and the carrots were in a sorry state, malnourished and picked too early--but the children of the group home needed some kind of vegetable in their diet.

Miss Violet studied the boy out of the corner of her eye with a grim expression. She was not eager to let Zack go so early after he had helped setting up the table, although she could easily have prepared the salad herself.

She saw this as an opportunity to understand one of the more misunderstood kids of the group home. Where are you from? she would ask them. What do you do in your spare time here? Just casual questions for casual chatter. But she never asked why the kids were here--what brought them here--whether they came here themselves...

Offhandly, she said to Zack,
The knives are in the drawer. You can start cutting the carrots, but she watched him closely.

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Re: The Group Home

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The sleek black car rolled up to the doorstep of the Light and Hope Group Home. Albert Vogelsang's hands unclenched from the steering wheel and his knuckles whitened once more around the handle of the bag that lay beside him.

He put his other hand in his pocket to still the heavy, cold metal object that bumped against his leg with each step he took to the entrance of the group home. Through the rippling glass windows of the door, he spied shadows of children pattering through the hall.


"I'm looking for the director of this home," he told the kid who let him in, who scurried off again toward the kitchen. From there wafted the pleasant smells of a ready dinner and the clatter of dishes and various chatter. He turned on his heel just as a portly woman stepped out from the kitchen into the rectangle of light that spilled into the hall. She looked at him, her eyes raised in shock, almost dropping the tray of cooked meat she was carrying.

"You there! What--" she yelped.

He took no more notice of her and said nothing else making his way for the stairs that lead to the office where he was sure he would find her, the director of the house--Siobhan Rose.

The rainy air wafted through the stairwell. His steps echoed as he stalked through the hardwood hall that lead to a simple door unmarked save for a small cat door at the bottom.

He pounded on it.
"Siobhan!" he called. He rattled the door knob. "Siobhan! Goddamn it, I know you're in there."

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Re: The Group Home

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Miss Violet stalked past a group of staring children who had begun to gaggle at the commotion. She huffed up the stairs after the man. She wrenched her apron off and balled it in her fists furiously.

The man's voice echoed down into the stairwell. "Siobhan! Goddamn it, I know you're in there!"

Her eyes narrowed in indignation. The nerve of the man! And right before dinner! But at the same time, she wondered who it could possibly be. Never had she seen a visitor for Miss Siobhan Rose. The woman had never mentioned family. Miss Violet assumed she had been an orphan herself. Neither did Miss Rose mention any friends or acquaintances. It was curious, to say the least, yet Miss Violet never inquired. To be honest, Miss Rose had always intimidated her with her cold carriage, and Miss Violet was content to let the woman have her secrets.

By the time Miss Violet reached the hallway, the man was shaking the lock furiously. Suddenly, he made to ram the door down.


"Stop that now! Miss Violet cried.Sir!" She rushed to put herself between the man and the door.

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OOC: I don't mean to play your character, Nils. Let me know if it's okay. :D

OOC: EDIT 1/2/08: removed the offending RP at Nils' request.
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Re: The Group Home

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OOC: Well... I wanted Vogelsang to be a bit more restrained, but t's fine. Just going as planned. And, um, I'll post... soon...

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Re: The Group Home

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nils on Wed Jan 02, 2008 3:58 am

OOC: Okay… Ingrid, could you revise your last post to remove my character’s reaction? I have a new one written out here. After Violet puts herself between the man and the door. Sorry for the trouble. I've included Miss Violet's words in this post anyway. : )

They had called her “Jenny,” a silly pun in honor of the Genesis Project.

It was the same joke he opened with at all of those dinner ceremonies, he in his designer tuxedo at a podium decorated with fresh lilies while he spoke to a glittering audience sipping champagne from flute glasses. They would collectively groan a good-spirited groan as if on cue: “Oh… the Jenny-sis Project. I get it.”

It was Alice who told him to use that joke. She would be at his left side, laughing animatedly, as if hearing it for the first time. Siobhan at her seat on his right. She never laughed; she stared forward, her expression proper but opaque.

After his speech, Vogelsang would take his seat once more, while Siobhan, the real star of the event, mechanically rose to the podium to speak.


“Stop that now! Sir!”

Vogelsang ceased rattling the doorknob to Siobhan Rose’s office. He seemed to notice the woman for the first time.

"Where is she?" He towered over her in his long black coat. His knuckles gleamed white as they clutched the plain leather suitcase.

"Miss Rose isn't here," Miss Violet snapped. "And may I suggest you get out of this house right this min--"

“I’m sorry, he said politely. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Although his voice was calm, his insides seethed with anger and anxiety. Vogelsang didn’t have time to deal with tripe like this. Something in his chest kept ticking like a time bomb. If it weren’t for this lowly woman in his way, he would be a step closer to interrupting Siobhan Rose’s ulterior motives.

He also had to think fast. Although this woman seemed to be a dull one, she was undoubtedly the second in command at this decrepit group home. She could have called the police on him by now. His mind raced, though his face remained blank, his eyes as dead as shark eyes. The corners of his lips turned upwards in a small but civil smile.


“I’m looking for the director of this fine institution,” he began. His ears picked up the sound of young voices wending their ways toward the dinner table, bringing his attention back to his second goal. “And I also believe that a Julian Strangeways is currently residing -- oh, I’m forgetting my manners, but my name is Albert Wellmont, director of Elysium Fields Group Home.”

He held out a hand for the woman to shake. “Might I inquire your name as well, madam?”

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