Or-Phan-Age.

[Mr. Winklewood]

Oh... He's... Used To It... Yeah... >_>;;;

"Jenesis!"

Well, that didn't take long. He chuckled lightly.

"I'm so sorry about her behavior, she's usually not like this-"

Laughing, almost to the point of audibility, he---

"You don't really know what I'm usually like."

Suddenly, teen drama! Quickly, he closed his yap, as the entire scene seemingly took on a more interesting turn. And zipped up his pants... why was it down?

>_>

"Jenesis, apologize now."

"I was aiming for you. I never asked him to get in the way."

Immediately, Merideth looked at me. Abrupt. Stoic. Sexy.

"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..."

Mr. Winklewood's face, beginning to droop down, turned into a quick grin at the girl's wit. While... plugging his nose with his left hand. Like a damn faucet, with terrible, squeaky waterworks. His imagination went on from there, getting a subtle erection.

"I-..."

"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?"

Ooh... Cue a low whistle. The little angry girl suddenly looked blank. That couldn't be good. Felt like he was experiencing a large amount of growth in this girl's life... cooped up in this little place, no less. Something obviously wrong with that picture... Mind already thinking to the prospects of her turning into a creepy little girl instead. He frowned a little, stepping in between the two of them. Well, he made it his business, didn't he? He had a right to... 'butt' in.

>_>

So, he butted in... butt first backwards.

<_<

"Well, fine-looking piece of wrinkly ass Merideth, I won't lie, when I say that this little girl's plum loco." casting his frown towards the girl---Er, Jenesis, was it? Right, Jenesis.

"...I mean, if you're trying to kick down a door, or get someone's arm..." he said suddenly walking a bit further away from the door... "It'd be much safer to take it down like this!" Suddenly pivoting on his left leg, body going at a sideways angle, right leg jettisoning towards the door, heel first, towards the area, just a little to the right of the door knob, in a straight-kick. Stopping a few centimeters of the way, his shoe flying off, revealing his sock-covered foot.

...Which, with his toes, quickly checked/undid the lock, and pressed down on the door knob, opening the door slightly.

A grin, as he lowered down his foot.

"...Going up with a high-smash attack with the foot's nice for heavy impact... but I wouldn't be surprised if you broke your ankle or something with that angle. Better to get the door at its weakest point, with a nice controlled kick---Anyways..." stepping to stand himself at the door crack...

"Since this girl broke my nose a little bit," yes, said with his finger still in his nose, so all of this was kind of unclear. "...Mind if I take the little lady out to help me get what I need? I'll get a few things extra, as an apology for my earlier intrusion anyhow... Unless there's some kind of policy... in which case, I must insist."

Well, he 'sounded' good natured enough.

[Jenesis E.]

"...I mean, if you're trying to kick down a door, or get someone's arm... It'd be much safer to take it down like this!"

Jenesis stood unamused - outwardly, anyway. Inside she was pretty much confused at what was going on; why he wasn't yelling at MaryAnn or herself for such an event happening to his face. Most people pride themselves when it comes to their faces, so she thought she'd get a serious scolding. MaryAnn's supposed harsh words were like a feather against her arm, or so she convinced herself. Whereas Jenesis would have been able to tolerate MaryAnn before, she now hated her, along with all the other people that resided in the orphanage.

She was angry, that much was obvious. But she held it in, bottling it all up until she could no longer control it. How would she know how to control her anger? She never really felt anything like this before - except that one time, but that was more of pain and fear than anger.

"...Going up with a high-smash attack with the foot's nice for heavy impact..."

Jenesis slowly tuned him out. No longer was the anger showing on her face, her eyes vacant of emotion. Something that happened often when her mother would snap at her to behave; like that one time with the meeting her parents had with Mr. Hiroko, it was as if there was a switch on her, turning her off. Like a machine.

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I don't know what to do. Never have I been put in a situation like this; well, I have, but Jenesis was a special case, so you could say I was a bit relieved when Mr. Winklewood had offered to take her out. But it worried me to see her like this; just a few seconds ago she was so angry...

"..please be back before nine. Also know that I am also responsible for Jenesis' well-being."

In other words, I was telling him to be safe with her.

I turned to look at Jenesis, only to find that she was already out the door.

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Jenesis left while the two were conversing, letting the cool breeze brush against her.

No way in hell was she going back.