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Post by Jenesis E. on Mar 2, 2008 20:46:23 GMT -8
OOC: Open to...well, you know who you are.
"Jenesis, sweety, I think you might really like Joanne and Mark. They seem to be--"
"I said no!"
It had been the fourth family that week that had stopped by to adopt Jenesis, all of which she had refused. She glared at the male and female who looked to be around forty years of age, a kind look on their face, yet sympathetic. She did not want to get adopted, not just yet; it was too soon. Her parents had disappeared and were now wanted, her sisters had been separated from her, a good majority living with Reval, the oldest, while the others were living with Ezra. Jenesis, on the other hand, was a special case. She begged to be with her sisters, though the social worker would not allow her to go anywhere near any family members what-so-ever. Be it blood related or by marriage, she was simply not allowed.
"...okay, then. Why don't you go wash up for dinner?"
She was thankful for the 'mother' of the orphanage who was ever so patient with children. While Jenesis was a teenager now, she still had a mentality of a seven year old, still trying to learn the ropes of things. She slowly nodded her head as she made her way up the stairs, feet dragging.
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A troublesome girl she was, but I couldn't blame her. She had been through a lot, and although Mark and Joanne seemed like a nice couple to adopt Jenesis, I had to agree with her; they just didn't fit that...parental material that Jenesis needed, just as the other couples were. Jenesis is a lonely girl, but having both a mother and father at the same time was so abrupt, I wasn't sure how well she'd be able to adjust to her new environment, considering... Well, they lived quite the distance away. Mark and Joanne were aiming to move to England, and where I think it would be good for Jenesis to move far away in the future, at this exact moment it was way too soon for her..
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The other children laughed among themselves. Jenesis was the odd one; as much as I pestered them to play with her, she always ended up alone somehow. It's the reason why I would always play with her, why I would talk to her...why I know her so much more better than the others. Know her better than her therapists, know her better than the police officers... If I didn't know better, I'd say that I knew her the best.
I opened the door.
"May I help you?"
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Mar 2, 2008 20:57:51 GMT -8
OH SHI- "May I help you?""SEXUALLY!?" =D!?
Quickly he coughed into his right fist, to cover up his mouth, his eyes wide with the sudden shock at himself, as he looked about shiftily. It was plainly obvious why he had come. And the restraining order he had received he'd had... 'taken care of'... At least for the moment. But it'd been a few months, and quite frankly, he didn't recognize this woman.
The strange man had on an attire that was odd, even for a man of his age. Unbuttoned white, long-sleeved shirt, his rather muscular chest & flat stomach showing through. Short, but spiky blond hair. In fact, only the blue jeans would've been the normal part of him, except for the rather large bulge there...
"..Oh, uh... I mean... well, I'm here to check out the harvest this year check the children. I've been thinking of adoption."
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Post by Jenesis E. on Mar 2, 2008 21:09:19 GMT -8
I frowned at what I saw.
"You're not being serious, are you?"
Because I was. If this was some sort of joke, he better get off the property before she alerted the police. And because Jenesis was one of the more...'favored' child of the bunch - especially to the media - they would not hesitate to come. Which made me wonder, was he from the media? Only here to interview her? I clicked my tongue at his sight, arms crossing in front of my chest. At forty-two years of age, I still knew how to stand my own ground, especially when it came to protecting the children.
"Button up your shirt before entering, child. And watch your tongue!"
Strict and not very nice to the likes of people like him. Granted, I had no idea who he was, but first my first impression of him wasn't very great at all.
I stepped aside and opened the door to let him through if this really wasn't a joke, a couple of the children gathering around to see who it was.
I hope Jenesis was taking her time washing up. I don't even want her to see this...this thing! <-- Okay, maybe I'm being too harsh, but there were chances that he was here for Jenesis because of the news that was going on.
He didn't even look responsible!
"Children, back to breakfast."
They were all so eager to try and get adopted. I was beginning to feel bad for Jenesis, as the other children were giving her such mean looks recently because the parents that had come wanted to adopt her rather than the others...
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Jenesis hated this place. But as much as she wanted to go, the right parent(s) had yet to come. The children picked on her everytime MaryAnn - the 'mother' - was not looking, stole her belongings from time to time, called her vicious names.
But she would survive.
She had been scrubbing at her hands for quite some time now before she came to realize that she should probably make her way toward the dining hall, else MaryAnn would get worried. She hated eating dinner without her; the other children weren't very...erm..nice. Some pitied her and tried to get the others to stop, but Jenesis had sent them a note asking them not to interfere. They would only get picked on in the end.
Survival of the fittest?
Jenesis was obviously not 'fit' then. But she was still surviving, was she not?
Very, very slowly, she went down the stairs.
Very slowly.
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Mar 2, 2008 21:33:38 GMT -8
What Do You Think?... "You're not being serious, are you?""I'm here, aren't I?"
In truth, this was just his random-stops as he meandered about Long Beach. Check some of the kids about here, maybe scar them for life. Feel them up. Take on the lady he was dealing with, see if she was a prude or if she was secretly very lonely. Granted, if he could adopt a really cute one, he would, but it was highly unlikely he could hold himself back until then---"Button up your shirt before entering, child. And watch your tongue!"He kept quiet, but the grin didn't leave. Funny... Always looked down upon, always labeled (with good reason). But for the sake of his charade as of this moment, he'd deal with it for now... "Alright, alright..." quickly moving his fingers over his body... and then the buttons, quickly buttoning himself up. Finishing up, he'd shrug at her, with a more 'Alright, am I decent now?' look on his face, as she'd step aside to let him in."Children, back to breakfast.""Oh... hey there little guy..." he'd say, crouching down with a pleasant look on his face, just as he stepped inside. Quickly stopping one of the little boys with a pat on the head, and a scuffle of his hair. "...You want a lolipop?... I've got one in my pocket, if you wanna grab for it..."
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Post by Jenesis E. on Mar 3, 2008 15:17:42 GMT -8
With a click of my tongue and a shake of my head, I looked up at the sound of thumping and realized Jenesis was coming down. I kept my eyes, however, on the man. I had to refrain myself from kicking him out of the orphanage but... Is that what...I think it is...?
...*twitch*...
Lord, have mercy on these children...!!!
"Jake, honey, why don't you go get some dinner with Jenesis?"
Don't...just...just don't reach for that "lolipop"... =____=;;;...
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Jenesis was on OK terms with Jake; he didn't make fun of her; he was one of those 'invisible' kids who blended in with everyone. There was a time when he was going to get adopted, but somehow the people who were supposed to adopt him never did. Jenesis didn't know of the story, but that's all Mary Ann was willing to tell her. With a slight nod of her head, she began making her way to the kitchen, Jake following behind though looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the man. He wasn't really one for candy, he preferred cake and cookies.
"I want a lollipop!"
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Eh-heh-heh... @_@;..
"Grace, why don't you wait until after dinner?"
I'm really not sending glares at the man.
Really.
I'm not. (<---- Sarcasm alert!!)
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Mar 3, 2008 16:28:23 GMT -8
Such Ebil Glaring Of Dewm... "Jake, honey, why don't you go get some dinner with Jenesis?""You heard her, sport. After." A wink, and a nudge, he'd gently nudge the boy away, as he'd scurry off slowly towards the kitchen. ...Following after a blond-haired girl...---"I want a lollipop!""Grace, why don't you wait until after dinner?"The Italian could almost laugh. His grin only growing into a genuine smile... perversities aside. He liked this place, actually. All the excited little boys and girls. Did he forget to mention the little boys? Oh, and the little boys. And girls. Quite frankly... the 'old' caretaker wasn't a bad looker either. That, or he wasn't put off much by age.
"...Would you mind if I stayed for dinner, got to know the little children, put on a white glove, and take them to Neverland? ---Or if I just stayed for dinner and got to know you all?"
Really not put off by the glare. But he knew where to cut his jokes. No, seriously, no sarcasm whatsoever. He was positively beaming (perhaps enjoying the challenge...), as he stood in front of her... "Miss...?"
For a moment, the grin faded. He shook his head almost violently. "..Pardon. My manners... my manners. I'm Ellis D. Winklewood..." with a sudden back-step bow, his right arm going across his chest, as he did a rather low one, before looking up, his back at a forty-five degree angle. "...Pleased to meet you."
..Of course, as he stood back up, returning to his former genuine smile, he distorted the serenity of it all by putting his left hand to canoodle with the monster in his pants, as all the children were away at the kitchen already... (or at least... hopefully they all were...). |
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Post by Jenesis E. on Mar 3, 2008 16:49:18 GMT -8
I still didn't like him. Didn't know whether his first little act was a facade or what, but I still really, really did not like him. For this reason, I was glad that Jennifer had barely given this poor fellow a glance, but then again... I shouldn't worry. If she didn't choose the other couples, why in Heaven's name would she choose him!? Outrageous... I sincerely hope that he's only here for today. I don't think I could let any of these children get adopted by him. And you'd think at a man his age would have his hormones controlled by now!
Had to keep myself from pushing him out. I could ask him to leave, but he hadn't done anything wrong to the kids. I can't let him adopt any one of them if Mr. Winklewood keeps acting like.... Like...
Bloody hell!!!!
Calm, Mary Ann. Calm.
"Merideth Ann Tyllne. And you may have dinner with the children, so long as you act appropriately from here on out, do I make myself clear, Mr. Winklewood?"
I am in no mood to joke around. I turned and began walking to the children, beckoning him to follow with a slight wave of the hand.
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"Did you hear Jenesis declined another couple?"
"Just who does she think she is? Some sort of princess?"
"Well she did think she was a faerie!!"
"Haha, how stupid-- Mary Ann's coming!"
Jenesis was still in her seat. The other children scurried to their places, forks digging into the food that was placed in front of them. There were four cooks that came throughout the day; two in the morning, two at night, and one from both the morning and the night came to prepare lunch. Tonight was pasta, a favorite among the children.
But not Jenesis.
She poked at her food with her fork, pushing it around here and there. She wasn't even all that hungry, but she knew that if she didn't eat her food, the others would only think of her as more spoiled. She knew Mary Ann would try to get her something else to eat, which is the reason why Jenesis took a bite every now and then, downing the food with water.
Yuck.
"Children, we have a guest today. His name is Ellis Winklewood, so be nice to him, y'here?"
The children grinned at the man, all looking over at him to see what he looked like. Jenesis, however, couldn't care any less. Twenty more minutes and she'd be able to go out and roam around until curfew. Twenty more minutes until the little freedom she got everyday.
"You have a funny last name!!"
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Mar 3, 2008 17:23:52 GMT -8
TIME TO FEAST ON THE DELICIOUS LITTLE CHILDR---Er, Food "Merideth Ann Tyllne. And you may have dinner with the children, so long as you act appropriately from here on out, do I make myself clear, Mr. Winklewood?"
"Hahahaha... yes ma'am. Of course, and a pleasure to meet you, Merideth." Quickly following after her. ...With his right hand behind him, fingers crossed.[/i] * * * * * * * * * * * * * "..Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you ar---" "Children, we have a guest today. His name is Ellis Winklewood, so be nice to him, y'here?"In turn, there was an immediate amount of grinning towards him. All these precious, dear little victims orphans, asking someone to eat them up sexually destroy them scar them for life sodomize them RAEP adopt them... Cough. >_> Quickly crouching down slightly, and putting on a happy face, he grinned, waving his hand, mostly at the wrist, as he tilted his head---"You have a funny last name!!"
"Hehehe... but you need a funny last name for a funny man, doncha? And who forgets a funny man with terrible jokes---IZ THAT PASTA!?" =D!?Running, almost violently, he vaulted over the table, spotting an open chair. Italian food. He had to get his fill every now and then to remind him who he was. Promptly crashing into the wall, and sliding downward with a comical 'screeeeeeee', he stood up, as if nothing was wrong, and took a seat right next to a blond-haired girl who was only poking at her food. ---But if anyone could notice, his eyes glanced sideways to the girl. Why? '...Why is she sitting alone?...'--- Deftly whisking up a fork, he put on a look of intense concentration, as he made a strange 'HOWAAAAAAAAHHHH...' sound, as he slunk with his left hand's spoon underneath the fork. Putting on a dazzling display, as he rapidly began to spin the noodles on his fork, then downing it all in one go. Tears streaming, hands clapping together. "GOD BE PRAISED FOR MAKING HUMANS, FOR CULTIVATING FOOD, FOR THE FOOD WE MAKE WITH IS FOOD! AMEN!"...A sad prayer. So great was his passion, eating with rampant enthusiasm, he would pause only every now and then to wipe the spaghetti sauce from his face. ...Just like a kid... >_>...[/i] |
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Post by Jenesis E. on Mar 8, 2008 8:32:36 GMT -8
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What, don't tell me he can't feed himself!?!!
I guess it's kind of...disgusting to see a grown man like himself to be eating like a child. Actually, the majority of the students here probably ate more maturely than he did, but...whatever. The cooks would be happy to know that their food is appreciated.
I did, however, twitch when he sat next to Jenesis of all people.
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Jenesis found it a little disturbing to see a grown man eating so wildly, as if he'd never seen food before. She eyed him oddly, frowning a bit before she turned to look at the others, a few of the girls giggling while the guys grinned like idiots and tried to follow his example. Slowly she shook her head in disapproval, her fork being set down on her dish before pushing it towards the guest. He could have her food, considering he looked to be a bit hungry.
Jenesis would excuse herself from the table now.
She looked up and over at Mary Ann, looking for any type of gesture that would allow her to leave, and with a nod of approval from Mary Ann, Jenesis stood up and left.
"Come back before six, okay?"
Jenesis nodded as she headed out the door, walking towards the house she once lived in.
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I sighed.
Of all the children that came to the orphanage, it seemed as if Jenesis was the one who had most trouble adjusting.
"Who wants dessert??"
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Mar 25, 2008 17:11:36 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry for taking so long! This gonna be kinda short, but I'm writing this at school...A Girl So Delicious, You Could Eat Her Right Up "Come back before six, okay?"Watching, pausing, as the tomato sauce slowly dripped off the edge of his chin, as the girl looked towards the nun, who promptly replied, understandingly even. Slurping up one of the noodles, he looked about as the girl took off, leaving...---"Who wants dessert??"Lick of his lips, as his free-arm took to the napkin, smearing off the excess sauce cleanly, looking down at his empty plate. He was full.
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"...Yeah... dessert sounds good." as he slowly began stalking after the girl with a slow, deliberate pace. Creepy, yes... but his eyes...---
---Even so, this would still come off as wrong.
=D
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Post by Jenesis E. on Apr 14, 2008 16:00:42 GMT -8
"I hope you realize that I can hear you walking. The floorboards creak with every step, you know."
Jenesis whipped her head around, a glare in her eyes and a cold look veiling her face, but immediately softened, wide in eyes. She thought he was one of the kids who lived in the orphanage with her, ready to pull some sort of horrible prank. Though her facade was dropped, she picked it back up, jaws clenching against each other. She wasn't allowed to go past the park, but tonight she made up her mind to visit the house where her sisters would be. She most certainly did not want this guy following her, despite how apologetic and guilt she felt for being such a rude little girl.
She continued to stare at him, waiting for him to turn back. MaryAnn was calling after those who wanted dessert, and she was certain she heard him saying that he wanted a piece, or something of that sort.
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on May 10, 2008 12:40:14 GMT -8
OOC: Kinda short.. but... >_>;;;Stubborn Pursuit "I hope you realize that I can hear you walking. The floorboards creak with every step, you know."At first he was surprised by the rather evil (well... more rather 'temperamental') look on the girl's face. Nonetheless, he kept his face in the ever 'joyous' outlook it had, although it became more relaxed, as the girl herself settled down.
*Creak*
*CreakyCreak*
*CREAKYCREAKYCREAKYCREAK*
=D
"Sorry... but it's a general force of habit out of being a guy, with a lack of self-restraint." Erecting himself (OOC: ...Posture-wise...) he pocketed his hands.
"...But dare I ask where you're going? ...Miss...?"
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Post by Jenesis E. on May 10, 2008 13:24:26 GMT -8
"Jenesis."
As for where she's going?
She turned around, headed down the hallway for the door once again.
"Home."
But of course, she shouldn't have said that outloud, for MaryAnn had been within earshot.
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"Jenesis."
Strict voice. Absolutely pained me to use such a tone with her, but she knew better than to go running off to the home she once lived in. If she was keeping up with the news, then she would have realized all that was going on with her family. Both her parents and all her sisters were being charged with inhumane activities - with all that they've done to her, I was surprised to see that she still wanted to go back.
"Jenesis, you know I can't let you do that."
And then her glare. I was taken back. She's never looked that way at me before, and it was killing me. But I couldn't let her win this; for her own safety, I had to let her know exactly who was in charge.
"Jenesis, off to your room. Now."
I could hear the other children whispering to eachother in the background. I could see Mr. Winklewood standing not too far away from her, and felt terribly apologetic that he had to be here to witness this.
I was surprised when the children began jeering at her, hissing that she go up to her room.
But I was even more surprised at her facial expressions and her words.
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"Make me."
A sneer. She could not care any less about this Winklewood. He could take any one of the little bastards and she'd be happy that they were gone. Promptly she turned around and bolted toward the door, yanking it open only to find a palm slapping against the door to slam it shut. She didn't care if it was MaryAnn or one of those annoying pricks. Immediately her body twisted, her left foot lifting to slam into whatever the hell was preventing her and good ole' mother nature.
She didn't go to 259 for nothin'.
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on May 11, 2008 15:46:00 GMT -8
Watching With Great Interest... *Cough* "Jenesis."
"Home.""Oh...?" the man grinned with a taste of interest, as the girl began to stalk towards the door---"Jenesis."Ah, but of course. The old crone wouldn't be allowing that, now, no? Sexy old lady that she was. For himself, he was leaning against the wall, musing, head forward, grinning at the whole proceedings, yet slightly...
...Well, not that anyone would notice.
No, he didn't have a hard on. For once."Jenesis, you know I can't let you do that."It was that wily look of absolute determination that threw off the old Italian, forgetting to put on his 'charming' (Read: Rape) smile. Damn... such an evil glare. Looking back at Merideth, he was impressed with how strong a front she was putting."Jenesis, off to your room. Now."At that moment, it looked like victory was the caretakers---"Make me."Oooh. Now things were getting interesting. At once, the air changed to that filled with violence. The girl named Jenesis dashed downstairs Amazed how she didn't fall down so easily.. she had a degree of fighting ability about her, no?
Decidedly, he chased after her.
Whipping the door open, the Italian wasn't exactly the fastest damn thing, but his hand went across to the door quick en ough, helping slam it back down with his own palm, helping Merideth on her end, as she joined in closing it. After all... the ladies always liked a helping hand, right? But what appeared to blind fury fueled the girl to bring up her leg to slam down across the door... and possibly break the caretaker's arm.
*WHAM*
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"Now, now... what's with all this?" said Mr. Winklewood, blood seeping down his chin, half his nose crushed with the shoe. Moving in the way just a few seconds before contact. The same amount of child-like happiness on his face, in spite of blow. Given the chance, his right hand would go up to his nose, popping the cartilage back into place. But that would only allow the blood to flow more freely, until he found enough time to apply some pressure to it.
"Doncha think there's a reason for the your caretaker's doing all this?" Slipping his hands into his pockets, reaching for a hankerchief if he was given the time to plug up his nose. Not even knowing a fraction of what was going on. Hell, the possibility that he might even be the bad guy in this scenario popped into his head, but that suited him fine. Whichever the case...
Mr. Winklewood had acted.
What a nosy prick.
Hehe... nose.
..Or what was left of it, anyways....
>;_>OOC: If this isn't to your liking, I can switch this around a bit, and have Mr. Winklewood just be the observer, jacking off in the background at least for now. |
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Post by Jenesis E. on May 12, 2008 14:59:33 GMT -8
There was, in actuality, only one word that crossed her mind when her foot slammed into his face.
Woah.
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"Jenesis!"
Louder tone, more harsh, especially when she ended up smashing Mr. Winklewood's face in. Frowned, possibly even wincing; wasn't he in pain?
"I'm so sorry about her behavior, she's usually not like this-"
"You don't really know what I'm usually like."
Stunned.
"Jenesis, apologize now."
"I was aiming for you. I never asked him to get in the way."
I turned towards Mr. Winklewood. Abrupt, face stoic.
"I'm sorry, but I think it's time for you to leave."
"So you're going to let him leave looking like that? Wow, I'm impressed..."
"I-..."
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Was she being too much of a brat? She was feeling a little guilty, but she was so angry to the point where she couldn't control the words that just so happened to slip off her tongue. MaryAnn was stuttering, unsure how to handle the situation. Jenesis, on the other hand, continued to stand her ground.
"I never asked for you to be my caretaker. I never asked for this stuff to happen, it just did, like most things in life, and I accept that much. I never wanted to be here, and I'm sure as hell the other children don't want to either, but moreso want me out. I would have if those stupid people you call parents weren't so ridiculously fake. And the difference between the other kids here and me is so obvious that I am constantly being ridiculed even under your poor supervision. I want to go home because my sisters are there. Don't judge them secretly in your mind because I know that you sure as hell don't fucking know them."
"Then I guess you didn't know them either?"
Jenesis winced, eyes glaring up directly at Merideth, jaw clenched.
But then she stopped. Face was composed and she showed no signs of fighting back. It was abrupt, and surprising...
Jenesis has learned a new ability!
And it's called bottling up your anger.
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