NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Please feel free to RP as a nation looking to rid itself of an excessive orphan problem or as an individual orphan already in the system or being sent to the orphanage for whatever reason. If you're RPing a orphan character, it may be ViZion or from your nation... You can purchase a child here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13771473#post13771473).

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Also, if you're RPing an orphan character, please fill out the following:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Physical Description:
Background Information: Family history, etc.
Does the child know his/her background info?: Y/N
Other Information:

Please feel free to begin RPing immediately with their arrival, waking up, or whatever. :)

Enjoy!

The Orphanage is the largest in ViZion. Headquartered in the Vitalita suburb of Vincenton, there are roughly 60 million children from across the globe located here and looking for a loving family.

There are 400 seperate locations across ViZion, with the largest being in Vitalita, ViZion - home to 240,000 children in a massive 60 floor building covering six city blocks.

Inside the massive housing tower, the children - upto 18 years of age - are housed and fed. They are also provided free schooling and basic jobs to provide them money for when they are allowed to go out and basic life skills to prepare them for the real world - as well as to assist in discipline.

If you know of a child or children in need, please contact Barbara Harkins at 1.800.654.6415 extention 1005.

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OOC:
Name: Derek Frinks
Age: 8
Gender: M
Nationality: ViZionarian
Physical Description: 5'0 tall, light build, dark brown hair, medium skin tone. Quick and athletic.
Background Information: At the age of two, his family was killed in a botched robbery while he slept. He was found crying the next day in his room by a neighbor. There is some family, however his parents had not kept in touch due to bad relations in both families, so neither family know of his existance.
Does the child know his/her background info?: Y on how he ended up here; N on family
Other Information: He loves to play baseball as a middle infielder due to him being very fast with a strong arm. He also runs alot, and has an above-average IQ. Hard working.

Inside the confines of the massive orphanage in Vitalita, Derek woke up to his alarm going off. Six AM - time for all the kids to get up and prepare for their schooling on this cloudy Tuesday morning.

Name: Aaron Thierstegaal
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Nationality: Siapian
Ethnicity: Indigenous Siapian and Caucasian.
Physical Description: Gray eyes, brown hair and slightly tan skin. About 5'3", extremely skinny and has a slight limp when walking.
Bio: Not much is known about his birth except that he was born to a female inmate in a Siapian labor camp, who died in childbirth. Most of his early years were spent in Siapian child services until he identified his father Luc Thierstegaal, a former merchant mariner and currently a fugitive from Siapian Authorities. At this time, he ran away from the orphanage and stowed away on board a ship his father was presumed to have been stationed on. After several days at sea, the ship was attacked by pirates and Aaron escaped on a life raft which eventually entered Vizion's waters.

OOC: I wouldn't mind either his discovery at sea or skipping to his placement in the orphanage. Unfortunately, I need to go to work early tomorrow, so I can't post until tomorrow.

OOC: I'll 'discover' him at sea I guess :)
IC:
A crew aboard the aging Diamond Crest fishing vesslewere were only ten minutes out to sea at two in the morning when one of them spotted something floating in the water. Grabbing a flashlight, he aimed it at what the object - it was a lifeboat with a child on it!

"MAN OVERBOARD!" he yelled. Within a moment, they were pulling the boat up onto their fishing vessle. "Boy, boy! You ok? Can you hear me?" yelled Captain Yonis Borgus.

OOC: lol ironically, I was going to post "only humans" but figured I didn't need to. lol but what kind of "non-humans" are we talking about?

Name: Jonas Listless (last name unknown to himself, and those at the orphanage)
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Beatusian
Physical Description: Caucasian, fair skin, 5'4", 147 lbs, athletic. Green eyes, blond hair.
Background Information: Son of His Holiness Edwardo Listless. At age 11, to hide him from the King during the revolution lead by Edwardo Listless, he was whisked out of the Beatus on a DC-3, which crashed over ViZion. All passengers were though to be dead. Jonas wondered around the forests for 2 years, before being found, wondering out of the woods near a town. Has amnesia. Has survived in woods based on knowledge when with resistance with father. Mother died in child-birth along with Jonas's twin.
Does the child know his/her background info?: No
Other Information: If you have any issues with any of this, would be happy to change most of it, if needed.

OOC: Beatus, no probs. :) Approved, feel free to begin RPing waking up or w/e.

Kitsuneville, ya, I'd prefer to keep it as humans - if you wouldn't mind RPing Yui as a human, you're welcome to RP. :)

Jonas wondered out of the forest. It had been 2 years since the plane crash, and he still didn't remember anything. He though his name was Jonas, because that's what was engraved on the back of the necklace he had around his neck when he first woke up. He felt strange, he knew what everything was, and how to do things, but didn't know who he was, or where he was from, or who he knew. He was still wearing the tattered shorts, and Hawaiian shirt he was wearing in the plane crash. He had lost weight, but had grew taller, so the clothing was a little small. He also still had his necklace, which was his most treasured possession, because it has his name on it. It was a gold necklace, with snake hanging from it. His hair was matted with dirt and mud. He wondered out of the forest into a farm field.

Name: Minako Shiba
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Nationality: Kuronan (decent)
Physical Description: Parapalygic thin, long golden hair, blue eyes
Background Information: Minako's parent's were both killed in a car accident late at night. Minako survived but lost the use of her legs as a result.
Does the child know his/her background info?: Yes
Other Information: Has recurring nightmares about the accident

Jonas wondered out of the forest. It had been 2 years since the plane crash, and he still didn't remember anything. He though his name was Jonas, because that's what was engraved on the back of the necklace he had around his neck when he first woke up. He felt strange, he knew what everything was, and how to do things, but didn't know who he was, or where he was from, or who he knew. He was still wearing the tattered shorts, and Hawaiian shirt he was wearing in the plane crash. He had lost weight, but had grew taller, so the clothing was a little small. He also still had his necklace, which was his most treasured possession, because it has his name on it. It was a gold necklace, with snake hanging from it. His hair was matted with dirt and mud. He wondered out of the forest into a farm field.
Seeing a stranger walking on his farmland was unacceptable to John, the 62 year old farm owner. Grabbing is trusty old 12-gauge shotgun, he hurried towards the person in the distance. "Hey you!" he shouted at the person as he got nearer, "What the hell are you doing on my property!" he finished shouting.

OOC: Kurona, welcome to the RP :)

(OOC: thank you)
Minako suddenly awoke in a cold sweat, it was the car accident dream again. the night she lost her parents just over three years ago. Now she was freeloading in an orphanage for who knows how long. It wasn't known if she had any relatives to go with. She lifted her self into her wheel chair and rolled out of her room outside to watch the sunrise. And what a beautiful sunrise it was. It made her smile and feel at ease and calm and happy again. She had to make the best of her situation, she couldn't just sink into a depression.

Seeing a stranger walking on his farmland was unacceptable to John, the 62 year old farm owner. Grabbing is trusty old 12-gauge shotgun, he hurried towards the person in the distance. "Hey you!" he shouted at the person as he got nearer, "What the hell are you doing on my property!" he finished shouting.

OOC: Kurona, welcome to the RP :)

Jonas was surprised to hear someones voice, he couldn't remember the last time he had. He turned toward the voice, saw the 12 gauge, and knew enough that he should probably put his hands up. "I don't know," he replied.

OOC: After this post, headin to bed... got a job orientation in the morning that'll be lasting like 4 hrs from what I understand... ugg. lol
IC:
John stopped a few feet from the teenager. He didn't look very good - a runaway, maybe? And what's this about "I dont know." he thought to himself.

"What do you mean you don't know? You're on my property, kid! Looks like you're a damn runaway, get your ass over here and we'll be callin' your parents. You teenagers these days have no respect, I tell ya." he said, reaching for Jonas' arm.

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Derek was walking by a room when he saw a girl in a wheelchair looking at the sunrise. I've never seen her before... he thought, But then again there's so many people here...

He knocked on the open door, "Hi... I'm Derek."

Derek was walking by a room when he saw a girl in a wheelchair looking at the sunrise. I've never seen her before... he thought, But then again there's so many people here...

He knocked on the open door, "Hi... I'm Derek."

"Hi Derek, I'm Minako."

Jonas went with the man, "I don't know who my parents are, I don't know who anyone is, and I didn't know this was your field either," he said.

Name:Alisa Kamerov
Age: 14
Gender: F
Nationality: Commonwealth (Mitgarian)
Physical Description: 4'8", athletic, black hair, blue eyes
Background Information: Her family was killed during the October Blitz during the Valentine's Day War nine years ago. Despite her age, she joined the Resistance after her town of San Salvus was occupied by enemy forces. She was taken in by the Commonwealth's CPS after the conclusion of the war. By that time, however, she had participated in and seen a great deal of combat. Transferred to the Orphanage after an undisclosed incident at St. Raphael's Orphanage in the Commonwealth.
Does the child know his/her background info?: Y
Other Information: Alisa is quiet almost to the point of being a mute, though she has no difficulty speaking. It has become a defense mechanism of sorts. She tends to stand apart from groups, but has no problems dealing with group activities. Compliant to a fault in concern for authority figures or those she sees as 'higher' to herself in her own understanding of the heriarchical structure.
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At precisely 6 am, her eyes snapped open. Alisa sat up in bed and prepared as she always did. Only this time was different. She had been at St. Raphael's but the Father and others had told her she'd be happier here. Alisa agreed with their idea and let them bring her here. She'd already been told the rules and understood them all. Despite being a newcomer, Alisa was the first to be ready. Opening the door, she walked out to begin her duties. Her eyes caught a boy out of the corner of her eye. He was talking to a girl in a wheelchair. Her mind already began calculating heirarchy as she walked by.

"Hi Minako," Derek said, "I haven't seen you before. Can I come in?" he asked. The hall was starting to get busy as the kids were leaving the various rooms to go and get some food before school.

Just then, he saw a girl was by. Hmm... another person I haven't seen before... he thought to himself as he smiled and gave a small wave to Alisa.

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John looked at Jonas with suspicion. He wasn't sure if the kid was on drugs, a runaway, or if - for some reason - he was telling the trust. "Come on." he said gruffly. "What the hell do you mean you dont know who your parents are? Have you been drinking or on drugs kid?" he asked.

Alisa paused a moment as the boy waved to her. She kept her attention on his other hand, in case the wave was meant as a distraction. He seemed like he'd been there longer than her, so despite his age, he held seniority. Alisa brought her hand up in an exact imitation of his wave. But as for the smile...she could only manage the smallest tilt of the corner of her mouth. She quickly turned and walked away.

"I, I don't remember," Jonas said. "I don't remember anything before waking up in the woods."

OOC: I'll 'discover' him at sea I guess :)
IC:
A crew aboard the aging Diamond Crest fishing vesslewere were only ten minutes out to sea at two in the morning when one of them spotted something floating in the water. Grabbing a flashlight, he aimed it at what the object - it was a lifeboat with a child on it!

"MAN OVERBOARD!" he yelled. Within a moment, they were pulling the boat up onto their fishing vessle. "Boy, boy! You ok? Can you hear me?" yelled Captain Yonis Borgus.

Aaron's eyes peered open slightly, and he began speaking in an incomprehensible dialect. He kicked his legs and his arms, although it seemed as though his motions were as though he were fighting invisible restraints.

Coughing heavily, he closed his eyes and sobbed, "Please let me see my dad."

Name: Andrew da Vincho
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Nationality: Kenavtan
Physical Description: 5'0, 90lbs., thin frame, thin arms, but muscular legs.
Background Information: Andrew da Vincho knows he's from Kenavt, and that his last name's da Vincho due to an ID in his pocket when he was discovered washed up onto ViZion shore. He does not know that back in Kenavt, he is a Duke. He has forgotten everything before being found by ViZions. So, basically, this is my current Premier as a kid.
Does the child know his/her background info?: Sort of.
Other Information: Skipping over finding part

IC:

Andrew woke up. He tried to wipe the sleep out of his eyes as he realized that this was the second day before he lost his memory. What was I doing before I was found here? He wondered for the billionth time. Either way, he got up and looked for some breakfast. Will I have to go to school?

"I, I don't remember," Jonas said. "I don't remember anything before waking up in the woods."

Aaron's eyes peered open slightly, and he began speaking in an incomprehensible dialect. He kicked his legs and his arms, although it seemed as though his motions were as though he were fighting invisible restraints.

Coughing heavily, he closed his eyes and sobbed, "Please let me see my dad."

Stopping at a window, Alisa looked out, as if spotting something in the distance. Her eyes scanned the horizon, squinting as she huffed out a dismissive grunt. "More are here," she whispered so softly that no one could tell she had even spoken.

ooc: yeah, she's a bit...off.

"Hi Minako," Derek said, "I haven't seen you before. Can I come in?" he asked. The hall was starting to get busy as the kids were leaving the various rooms to go and get some food before school.


"Come on in. I've been around."

Alisa paused a moment as the boy waved to her. She kept her attention on his other hand, in case the wave was meant as a distraction. He seemed like he'd been there longer than her, so despite his age, he held seniority. Alisa brought her hand up in an exact imitation of his wave. But as for the smile...she could only manage the smallest tilt of the corner of her mouth. She quickly turned and walked away.
Hmmm... thats weird... he thought to himself.

"Come on in. I've been around."
He then turned back and heard her say he could come in. He walked in, "I haven't seen you before. Are you new or how long have you been here for?" he asked her.

Hmmm... thats weird... he thought to himself.


He then turned back and heard her say he could come in. He walked in, "I haven't seen you before. Are you new or how long have you been here for?" he asked her.


"I've been here about a year now."

"I, I don't remember," Jonas said. "I don't remember anything before waking up in the woods."
Still suspicious of the kid, he decided to call the police once they got into the house. "Sit down." he told the boy as they entered the kitchen. He then called. After hanging up from talking to them, "The police are coming to get this straightened out. It's going to be a little while. But they'll take you away." he said with a huff.

Aaron's eyes peered open slightly, and he began speaking in an incomprehensible dialect. He kicked his legs and his arms, although it seemed as though his motions were as though he were fighting invisible restraints.

Coughing heavily, he closed his eyes and sobbed, "Please let me see my dad."
"Well, he's breathing and can speak. That's good." the captain said, the crew taking a deep sigh of relief. "Boy, where are you from? Do you know who you are?" he then asked.

"Well, he's breathing and can speak. That's good." the captain said, the crew taking a deep sigh of relief. "Boy, where are you from? Do you know who you are?" he then asked.

He began speaking in the strange language again, looking exasperated and confused. He pulled out a set of dog tags, clasping them in his hand and grabbed the man by the shirt and started shouting while waving them in the man's face. He was then overcome by powerful coughing fit again, after which he leaned back.

With his eyes only partially open, he said, "I-I'm Aaron. I'm from Siap."

"I've been here about a year now."
"Do you know where you are from?" he asked as he looked out of the window like she was.

"Do you know where you are from?" he asked as he looked out of the window like she was.

"Well I was born in Kurona, but I was raised here. I originally lived in another city before I came here."

Still suspicious of the kid, he decided to call the police once they got into the house. "Sit down." he told the boy as they entered the kitchen. He then called. After hanging up from talking to them, "The police are coming to get this straightened out. It's going to be a little while. But they'll take you away." he said with a huff.

Jonas sat patiently, and quietly, waiting for the police to come.

Having snuck onto the roof, Alisa perched herself on the ledge, stepping heel-toe along the edge. Her face showed no fear or excitement as she dared the winds to blow her over. Alisa doubled over and began doing cartwheels on the ledge, her trim and athletic body flowing gracefully as she expertly jumped from the ledge and back onto the roof proper. Her eyes glinted, searching the horizon. In surprise, her head cocked to the side, her ears picking up on a new sound. Voices. Searching quietly, Alisa noticed that one of the ducts was conducive, letting her hear in on a conversation below. Her mouth immitated the voices as she followed the conversation.

"Well I was born in Kurona, but I was raised here. I originally lived in another city before I came here."
"Oh... why are you here?" asked the eight year old Derek. "Do you see something interesting out there?" he then asked.

He began speaking in the strange language again, looking exasperated and confused. He pulled out a set of dog tags, clasping them in his hand and grabbed the man by the shirt and started shouting while waving them in the man's face. He was then overcome by powerful coughing fit again, after which he leaned back.

With his eyes only partially open, he said, "I-I'm Aaron. I'm from Siap."
The captain gave the crew a slightly confused look. "Alright guys, we're turning around and heading back to port. Get the boy inside to warm up." he said. Two of the men picked him up and carried him inside, then laying him down on a bed.

Jonas sat patiently, and quietly, waiting for the police to come.
He saw two police cars driving up his long dirt road. "Stay put or I'll have to give you a whoopin, boy." he said, glaring at the boy before meeting the officers outside. You could see him through the window talking with the police, his arms flailing, and constantly pointing at the boy through the window. The officers continued to glance in at the boy, look about, talk, and nod before looking back in on him.

After about five minutes, they walked in. "Alright, kid, I hear you've been giving this man a very hard time, telling him you don't know anything. Tell us who you are or we're going to have to take you in. Understand? Now, who are you and why did you trespass onto this good man's property?" they asked.

They clearly were in a very small town, as two of the three police cars owned in the town came to this house, having nothing better to do. And they clearly acted like small town police officers who do not like unknown trespassers.

Having snuck onto the roof, Alisa perched herself on the ledge, stepping heel-toe along the edge. Her face showed no fear or excitement as she dared the winds to blow her over. Alisa doubled over and began doing cartwheels on the ledge, her trim and athletic body flowing gracefully as she expertly jumped from the ledge and back onto the roof proper. Her eyes glinted, searching the horizon. In surprise, her head cocked to the side, her ears picking up on a new sound. Voices. Searching quietly, Alisa noticed that one of the ducts was conducive, letting her hear in on a conversation below. Her mouth immitated the voices as she followed the conversation.
One of the orphanage employees noticed the girl on the roof. "Hey! Hey! What are you doing up there? Get down here this instant!" yelled Christina.

Dear Madame Johanna Hopkins,

CC: Appropriate Foreign Affairs and National Defense and Defence Ministers of ViZion

I will have to make this brief, as much of the details we would discuss are vital to the national security of the United Socialist States. I wish to have a discussion with you, in the largest orphanage, so we may discuss certain topics what will be beneficial to your establishment. This discussion shall be conducted, in private, once again in order to keep certain elements pertaining to the national security of New Brittonia secret. With me will be my esteemed colleague, Minister of National Service Sir Peter Jackson, KNE.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,
Minister of National Defence of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Hamza ibn-Husayn

Hamza ibn-Husayn,

I have received your letter. Would next Sunday at 11 AM be fine to meet here at The Orphanage? If so, then wonderful! If not, let me know when you will be able to make it, and we can go from there.

Thank you,

Joanna Hopkins,
The Orphanage Relations Director

Thank you, 1100 hours on Sunday would seem lovely.

Sincerely,
Minister of National Defence of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Hamza ibn-Husayn

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After arriving in ViZion, the two men, Hamza and Peter, took a cab to the orphanage where, apparently saying the word "orphanage", it was easy to figure out what they were talking about.

The men paid the fare, and they went out, and began to walk into the building, the massive building, it was a skyscraper itself, but it was thick, it was deep. Square footage-wise, it would be larger than any Brittonian tower. Both Mr. Husayn, a tall Arabic atheist and Sir. Jackson, a rather large, but tall white man with a goatee (OOC: I modeled him after the RL peter Jackson) walked in, and waited for their envoy.

"Welcome to The Orphanage. Are you looking to adopt a child? Or how can I help you?" a young man, Tom, asked. He was 20 years of age and had grown up in the orphanage and now was an employee there.

They both showed the man their New Brittonian national ID cards and gave the man their business cards.

The Minister of National Defence said,
"I am Hamza ibn-Husayn, Minister of National Defence for the United Socialist States, this over here is Sir Peter Jackson, Knight of the Northern Empire, Minister of National Service for the United Socialist States, we have an urgent appointment with Director Hopkins at eleven-hundred hours and we wish to see her."

"Let me just call up to see if she's ready." he said. A moment later, he came back, "Follow me. She's up on the 25th floor right now and it ready for you." he said, heading towards the elevators in the lobby. "Is this your first time here?"

"Thank you, and yes, it is my first time", the Defence Minister said

OOC: Going to bed... later

"Oh... why are you here?" asked the eight year old Derek. "Do you see something interesting out there?" he then asked.

"My parents moved out here when I was still three. I think. And no, I'm just watching the sunrise. It makes me feel calm and relaxed especially after a nightmare."

One of the orphanage employees noticed the girl on the roof. "Hey! Hey! What are you doing up there? Get down here this instant!" yelled Christina.

Alisa scowled a bit, but dutifully gave a bow of acknowledgement and trotted over to Christina. She stared back, meeting her eyes, waiting for instruction.

He saw two police cars driving up his long dirt road. "Stay put or I'll have to give you a whoopin, boy." he said, glaring at the boy before meeting the officers outside. You could see him through the window talking with the police, his arms flailing, and constantly pointing at the boy through the window. The officers continued to glance in at the boy, look about, talk, and nod before looking back in on him.

After about five minutes, they walked in. "Alright, kid, I hear you've been giving this man a very hard time, telling him you don't know anything. Tell us who you are or we're going to have to take you in. Understand? Now, who are you and why did you trespass onto this good man's property?" they asked.

They clearly were in a very small town, as two of the three police cars owned in the town came to this house, having nothing better to do. And they clearly acted like small town police officers who do not like unknown trespassers.

"I don't remember," Jonas said calmly. "I don't remember anything, after waking up in the woods, a long time ago." He fiddled with his tattered clothing.

Minister of National Service, Peter Jackson, saw these kids and muttered,
"So this is how we train our men these days?"

Andrew sighed. This was his first day here, and he didn't know any of the kids. There were a lot around him, but he was feeling kinda shy. Too bad no one will talk to me... he thought.

Having recieved a reprimand from Christina, Alisa had begun to wander the halls again, making sure she had memorized the faces of all the tenants. She stopped as she caught a new face out of the corner of her eye. She could tell he was new because he had a shy look on his face and stood apart from the others. He was a bit taller and seemed the same age or a bit younger than her, though he was still new, so Alisa immediately thought, 'subordinate.' Out of curiosity, however, she walked up to him. She stopped directly in front of him, staring up from her 4'8" height.

"Identify yourself," she demanded demurely, cocking her head to the side as if examining him.

ooc: ViZion, since u didn't reply, i asumed my char. would be reprimanded. sorry for that small bit of hijacking...

Peter, waiting in that clean, modern waiting room, whispered,
"Hey Hamza."

The Defence Minister was caught off guard,
"What?", he said.

"I'm like totally in the mood for some Mexican food, you want to get some enchiladas after this?", Peter replied.

"Oh God, don't get me started on that.", Hamza growled.

The captain gave the crew a slightly confused look. "Alright guys, we're turning around and heading back to port. Get the boy inside to warm up." he said. Two of the men picked him up and carried him inside, then laying him down on a bed.

Aaron curled up on the bed, covering his head in his arms, rolling into a tight ball. It was difficult to tell whether he was genuinely asleep or simply willing himself unconscious. He refused to further engage anyone; if one tried to move him, he would half roll, half flop, retaining the fetal position. If one listened closely, one could hear him muttering to himself in an incomprehensible language.

Having recieved a reprimand from Christina, Alisa had begun to wander the halls again, making sure she had memorized the faces of all the tenants. She stopped as she caught a new face out of the corner of her eye. She could tell he was new because he had a shy look on his face and stood apart from the others. He was a bit taller and seemed the same age or a bit younger than her, though he was still new, so Alisa immediately thought, 'subordinate.' Out of curiosity, however, she walked up to him. She stopped directly in front of him, staring up from her 4'8" height.

"Identify yourself," she demanded demurely, cocking her head to the side as if examining him.

ooc: ViZion, since u didn't reply, i asumed my char. would be reprimanded. sorry for that small bit of hijacking...

Andrew got a little bit smaller. This girl... she was kinda rude. Identify yourself? And then she was looking at me weird...

"Um... hi. I'm... er.... Andrew."

"Thank you, and yes, it is my first time", the Defence Minister said

OOC: Going to bed... later
"Well, I hope you get what you need." he said on the elevator. At they made their way to the 25th floor, he lead them down a long hallway to an office on their right. "Mrs. Hopkins, the two men are here." he said. "Come in!" she beckoned.

"My parents moved out here when I was still three. I think. And no, I'm just watching the sunrise. It makes me feel calm and relaxed especially after a nightmare."
"Oh, well... what happened to them? I mean... uhh... how'd you end up here?" Derek asked, being the nosy eight year old he is.

Alisa scowled a bit, but dutifully gave a bow of acknowledgement and trotted over to Christina. She stared back, meeting her eyes, waiting for instruction.
"You're lucky someone else didn't catch you, or you'd be in for a swatting." he said. "Now, go to class."

"I don't remember," Jonas said calmly. "I don't remember anything, after waking up in the woods, a long time ago." He fiddled with his tattered clothing.
"Alright, that's it. You're coming with us." said one of the officers, grabbing the boys arm and yanking him up off the seat. They then handcuffed him and took him to the car. "You trying to get in trouble? You really want to go to jail or an orphanage? Then tell me who you are." he demanded with a very pissed off look on his face.

Having recieved a reprimand from Christina, Alisa had begun to wander the halls again, making sure she had memorized the faces of all the tenants. She stopped as she caught a new face out of the corner of her eye. She could tell he was new because he had a shy look on his face and stood apart from the others. He was a bit taller and seemed the same age or a bit younger than her, though he was still new, so Alisa immediately thought, 'subordinate.' Out of curiosity, however, she walked up to him. She stopped directly in front of him, staring up from her 4'8" height.

"Identify yourself," she demanded demurely, cocking her head to the side as if examining him.

ooc: ViZion, since u didn't reply, i asumed my char. would be reprimanded. sorry for that small bit of hijacking...
OOC: It's ok, sry for no reply yesterday/earlier. Anyway I replied before seeing this... I sent her off to class. lol

(OOC: Would it be okay for me to throw in some siblings from a puppet nation? It doesn't have a forum account, and I'm sort of too lazy to make one. ;))

"Alright, that's it. You're coming with us." said one of the officers, grabbing the boys arm and yanking him up off the seat. They then handcuffed him and took him to the car. "You trying to get in trouble? You really want to go to jail or an orphanage? Then tell me who you are." he demanded with a very pissed off look on his face.

"I am Jonas, that's all I remember," he told them again.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief as the girl was led away. But now what... I don't know anybody... there's bound to be a bully here. Will anyone be my friend? He leaned against a wall and thought to himself.

Aaron curled up on the bed, covering his head in his arms, rolling into a tight ball. It was difficult to tell whether he was genuinely asleep or simply willing himself unconscious. He refused to further engage anyone; if one tried to move him, he would half roll, half flop, retaining the fetal position. If one listened closely, one could hear him muttering to himself in an incomprehensible language.
It was not long before they arrived back at the port. "Alright, kid... we're going to get you help. Can you stand up on your own or do you need help?" the Captain asked.

(OOC: Would it be okay for me to throw in some siblings from a puppet nation? It doesn't have a forum account, and I'm sort of too lazy to make one. ;))
OOC: alright

"I am Jonas, that's all I remember," he told them again.
"You want to play that game with us... fine." the officer said, slamming the door shut. One of the officers went up and thanked the man for calling them, another got into the passenger seat. "I dont get why you kids always want to make things difficult." he said before getting onto the radio to let them know they have the trepasser apprehended and are preparing to head back in.

"You want to play that game with us... fine." the officer said, slamming the door shut. One of the officers went up and thanked the man for calling them, another got into the passenger seat. "I dont get why you kids always want to make things difficult." he said before getting onto the radio to let them know they have the trepasser apprehended and are preparing to head back in.

Jonas was tired, and fell asleep in the backseat of the police car.

After pulling up to the small police department, they got out and opened the back door. Giving the kid a shove, one of them yelled, "Hey! Get up, c'mon. You're going to make it tough on us, then have it your way - we'll play hardball too. Now get outta the car."

After pulling up to the small police department, they got out and opened the back door. Giving the kid a shove, one of them yelled, "Hey! Get up, c'mon. You're going to make it tough on us, then have it your way - we'll play hardball too. Now get outta the car."

Jonas got out of the car, and followed the two men.

Andrew got a little bit smaller. This girl... she was kinda rude. Identify yourself? And then she was looking at me weird...

"Um... hi. I'm... er.... Andrew."

"Andrew, I am Kamerov, Alisa; 514-02-8271. Remember that," she responded. Alisa looked passed his shoulder. "I must report for classes now," she said, stepping aside and walking away from him.

Jonas got out of the car, and followed the two men.
"Alright, so, you have two choices. Explain to us what is going on and we'll go easier on you, or continue the way you seem set on and we'll have to settle this in a much less comfortable way." said one of the officers.

Just then, one of the assistants at the station walked over, "So... what seems to be the problem with this kid?" she asked after overhearing what they told him. The officers explained to her what had happened. "Well... what if he's telling the truth?" she asked. The two officers looked at eachother with a confused look, "You're kidding, right?" one of them asked. "No... I'm not. Let me have some time with him, alright?" she said, patting them both on the back, "Now, move... come on, move..." she said, shooing them away.

"So... now that they're gone... what's going on with you, hun?" she asked apathetically.

"Alright, so, you have two choices. Explain to us what is going on and we'll go easier on you, or continue the way you seem set on and we'll have to settle this in a much less comfortable way." said one of the officers.

Just then, one of the assistants at the station walked over, "So... what seems to be the problem with this kid?" she asked after overhearing what they told him. The officers explained to her what had happened. "Well... what if he's telling the truth?" she asked. The two officers looked at eachother with a confused look, "You're kidding, right?" one of them asked. "No... I'm not. Let me have some time with him, alright?" she said, patting them both on the back, "Now, move... come on, move..." she said, shooing them away.

"So... now that they're gone... what's going on with you, hun?" she asked apathetically.

"I've been in the woods for a long time," he said. "The first thing I remember was waking up in the woods, I don't know how long ago, but it was a while. I think my name is Jonas, it says so on my necklace," he showed here the engraving on the back of the necklace.

"Do you know where you're from or who your parents are?" she asked as she studied the necklace.

"Do you know where you're from or who your parents are?" she asked as she studied the necklace.

"Nope, I can't remember," he said.

"Andrew, I am Kamerov, Alisa; 514-02-8271. Remember that," she responded. Alisa looked passed his shoulder. "I must report for classes now," she said, stepping aside and walking away from him.

"Erm... hi..." Andrew whispered after she left. Everyone in this place was scary. Everyone was scary. But maybe they had computers-I love computers! I can do all those programming languages and stuff. I belong with computers! He continued to lean on the wall and think.

(OOC: Decided to do it more from the country's perspective, something a little different.)

It's a smoggy day in Trecelunas, Aguazul, and a thin, nervous man is dialing a telephone. 1-8-0...0-0-5.

"Hola", he says edgily. "¿Hay alguien allí que hable español?"

"Nope, I can't remember," he said.
"Do you know where you are? And you're not very talkative, are you?" she asked.

(OOC: Decided to do it more from the country's perspective, something a little different.)

It's a smoggy day in Trecelunas, Aguazul, and a thin, nervous man is dialing a telephone. 1-8-0...0-0-5.

"Hola", he says edgily. "¿Hay alguien allí que hable español?"
"Ummm... this is Joanna... no español. English." she said. She spoke many languages, but suprisingly not Spanish. She only knew a few words.

Scuffling on the other end of the line as a second voice takes over. This man is older, gruffer, and less pleased at the idea. The younger man prompts him in Spanish as he speaks over the phone with a heavy accent.

"Hello? This ViZion orphanage?"

Alisa caught his weak reply as she walked diligently to the classroom. Hesitation was a sure sign of his inferiority to her. As his superior, she had her worl cut out for her if Andrew was to become asquared-away individual. She opened the door and took a seat towards the back. Alisa was pleased to see she was the first one, again.

"Do you know where you are? And you're not very talkative, are you?" she asked.

"I'm at a police station," he said.

"Oh, well... what happened to them? I mean... uhh... how'd you end up here?" Derek asked, being the nosy eight year old he is.

"They we're killed in a car accident. Boring I know, something like lost at sea, or a twister would be much more exciting. Simple car accident. I was with them that night, that's why I'm a chair."

It was not long before they arrived back at the port. "Alright, kid... we're going to get you help. Can you stand up on your own or do you need help?" the Captain asked.

Instead of responding, Aaron simply stood up, with his eyes glued to the floor. "I can walk." He said after a brief pause.

(OOC: Sorry about the delay. Feel free to skip through to the orphanage if you so desire)

Scuffling on the other end of the line as a second voice takes over. This man is older, gruffer, and less pleased at the idea. The younger man prompts him in Spanish as he speaks over the phone with a heavy accent.

"Hello? This ViZion orphanage?"
That's a little better... Joanna thought to herself. "Yes, this is The Orphanage in ViZion. How may I assist you?" she asked.

"I'm at a police station," he said.
"Right, you're at a police station. But do you know where you're at... as in what town or country?" she asked him.

"They we're killed in a car accident. Boring I know, something like lost at sea, or a twister would be much more exciting. Simple car accident. I was with them that night, that's why I'm a chair."
"Oh... I'm sorry. I'm sure they were nice people. Like you..." she said, flashing a quick smile before looking back out the window.

Instead of responding, Aaron simply stood up, with his eyes glued to the floor. "I can walk." He said after a brief pause.

(OOC: Sorry about the delay. Feel free to skip through to the orphanage if you so desire)
OOC: No prob... I was busy last couple days... new job... lol work til 8 PM three of my work days...
IC:
The boy had been in the hospital for almost a week as they tried to figure out what happened to him and to get him back to good health. But it was finally time to be sent to The Orphanage.

As they finally reached The Orphanage, the bus driver opened up the door. The Captain, Tripp Hamilton, who had become rather fond of the boy - he still wasn't sure if the boy had taken to him, though - was the only other passenger on the small eight-passenger bus. "Alright, we're at your new home..." he said, standing up. "I'll help you with your bags if you want..." he said.

"Right, you're at a police station. But do you know where you're at... as in what town or country?" she asked him.

"No, I don't," he said.

"Alright, well, you are in Winchia, ViZion. We're a small farming town in eastern ViZion. You do not know how you ended up here? Or where you're from?" she asked.

"Alright, well, you are in Winchia, ViZion. We're a small farming town in eastern ViZion. You do not know how you ended up here? Or where you're from?" she asked.

"I walked into a farmers field and the police came, and took me here. I came from the woods near the field," he replied.

That's a little better... Joanna thought to herself. "Yes, this is The Orphanage in ViZion. How may I assist you?" she asked.

"Uh..." says the man, uneasily, his younger counterpart speaking rapidly in Spanish. "Yeah, we have some orphans here, private Borges too soft to kill, you come help pick up? Or we bring over there."

"Well, I hope you get what you need." he said on the elevator. At they made their way to the 25th floor, he lead them down a long hallway to an office on their right. "Mrs. Hopkins, the two men are here." he said. "Come in!" she beckoned.

The men sat down in two chairs in the office, in unison presented the woman their business cards, and shook the woman's hand.

Defence Minister Hamza ibn-Husayn, the man controlling the larger budget, said,
"I am Hamza ibn-Husayn Minister of National Defense of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia. This is my colleague, Sir Peter Jackson, and yes, he has been knighted by the Grand Marquees. Thank you for your hospitality.

Now, to get down to business, in recent years, the United Socialist States has been participating in peacekeeping missions and aid relief throughout the world. This kind of work has been done by either New Brittonian Marines, due to their flexibility, or by the newly created, nonmilitary, Foreign Service corps, under my colleague's jurisdiction.

We believe that it would help if our troops would have some training in engaging civilians, most notably children, so there would be a good view of New Brittonian troops. When we heard of your orphanage, with the population of a small city, it seemed fitting that it would be chosen for our training exercises.

It would benefit you, we would pay you for your generosity, and the children would have someone to interact with, people I believe are excellent role models. The troops could ease your workload, serve meals, teach classes, et cetera.

We have talked with your foreign affairs department, and it seems that our troops would be accepted, now we want to talk about this with you."

The men sat down in two chairs in the office, in unison presented the woman their business cards, and shook the woman's hand.

Defence Minister Hamza ibn-Husayn, the man controlling the larger budget, said,
"I am Hamza ibn-Husayn Minister of National Defense of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia. This is my colleague, Sir Peter Jackson, and yes, he has been knighted by the Grand Marquees. Thank you for your hospitality.

Now, to get down to business, in recent years, the United Socialist States has been participating in peacekeeping missions and aid relief throughout the world. This kind of work has been done by either New Brittonian Marines, due to their flexibility, or by the newly created, nonmilitary, Foreign Service corps, under my colleague's jurisdiction.

We believe that it would help if our troops would have some training in engaging civilians, most notably children, so there would be a good view of New Brittonian troops. When we heard of your orphanage, with the population of a small city, it seemed fitting that it would be chosen for our training exercises.

It would benefit you, we would pay you for your generosity, and the children would have someone to interact with, people I believe are excellent role models. The troops could ease your workload, serve meals, teach classes, et cetera.

We have talked with your foreign affairs department, and it seems that our troops would be accepted, now we want to talk about this with you."

With a sense that there was something amiss, Alisa left her classroom and continued walking the hallways, dodging the occassional administrator or authority figure. Her past had made her quite adept at evading capture, and no one noticed as she snuck up to the 25th floor. She saw the two men being escorted and her eyes narrowed. Passing through the scanning eyes of office-people, Alisa made it to the office door. Leaning against the wall, she listened to the conversation, her lip curling in fear and malice. Foreign Service...like those that had held her city in their iron grip...peacekeeping, just another phrase the occupiers used to justify their injustices. Her hands curled into fists. She swore never to be under the watch of a foreign military ever again...

ooc: she's kinda ptsd-ing hearing these guys...

"Oh... I'm sorry. I'm sure they were nice people. Like you..." she said, flashing a quick smile before looking back out the window.

"Oh it's okay. I'm don't remember them to well but...It's okay, I'm okay."

Name: Kash
Age: 16
Gender: M
Nationality: Calaverian
Physical Description: Athletic, aqua eyes, dirtyblonde hair(short), white.
Background Information: Family history, etc.
Does the child know his/her background info?: No
Other Information: umm lets see, he tends to keep to himself, quiet at times while very active at others, learner, violent at times. Confused about guys or girls.

Kash awoke in a bed, he quickly creeped over to the corner of the room, he didn't know where he was, and how long he had been there.

OCC: he can be physcotic as his stats suggest, so he showed up last night, but now dosnt know if that's cool.

Kash awoke in a bed, he quickly creeped over to the corner of the room, he didn't know where he was, and how long he had been there.

OCC: he can be physcotic as his stats suggest, so he showed up last night, but now dosnt know if that's cool.

ooc: yay, my char. and yours should do splendid w/ one another, lol

OCC: YAY

Kash got up and put on a long sleeve black top, and put on black shorts and his converse. he went into the bathroom, looked into the mirror before plunging his skull into the cold abyss that was a sink, he looked up, his aqua eyes were accompined by red lines of veins, he opend the cabinent then closed it three times before walking to a door that appearently was the entrance and exit of the room, he just stood there in front of it, staring.

"I walked into a farmers field and the police came, and took me here. I came from the woods near the field," he replied.
"But how did you arrive in the woods? Do you know that? Or where you are from?" she asked. She was very patient, having two small children of her own.

"Uh..." says the man, uneasily, his younger counterpart speaking rapidly in Spanish. "Yeah, we have some orphans here, private Borges too soft to kill, you come help pick up? Or we bring over there."
"I'm sorry, did you say someone is to soft to kill them, sir?" she asked, thinking she must have heard the man wrong.

The men sat down in two chairs in the office, in unison presented the woman their business cards, and shook the woman's hand.

Defence Minister Hamza ibn-Husayn, the man controlling the larger budget, said,
"I am Hamza ibn-Husayn Minister of National Defense of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia. This is my colleague, Sir Peter Jackson, and yes, he has been knighted by the Grand Marquees. Thank you for your hospitality.

Now, to get down to business, in recent years, the United Socialist States has been participating in peacekeeping missions and aid relief throughout the world. This kind of work has been done by either New Brittonian Marines, due to their flexibility, or by the newly created, nonmilitary, Foreign Service corps, under my colleague's jurisdiction.

We believe that it would help if our troops would have some training in engaging civilians, most notably children, so there would be a good view of New Brittonian troops. When we heard of your orphanage, with the population of a small city, it seemed fitting that it would be chosen for our training exercises.

It would benefit you, we would pay you for your generosity, and the children would have someone to interact with, people I believe are excellent role models. The troops could ease your workload, serve meals, teach classes, et cetera.

We have talked with your foreign affairs department, and it seems that our troops would be accepted, now we want to talk about this with you."
"So, you want your troops or members of this 'Foreign Service Corps' to basically spend time with our children so they know how children act so they can better handle situations with children in other countries? And you'll pay us for that? Or did I miss something?" she asked.

"So, you want your troops or members of this 'Foreign Service Corps' to basically spend time with our children so they know how children act so they can better handle situations with children in other countries? And you'll pay us for that? Or did I miss something?" she asked.

They mean to do what happened to me to other children? Children from other countries? Alisa thought...Never. She pushed open the door and stood in the doorframe, hands balled into fists as she stared down the two men.

"Never will I allow that."

"But how did you arrive in the woods? Do you know that? Or where you are from?" she asked. She was very patient, having two small children of her own.

"No, I remember waking up in the woods, along time ago, I think months. I lost track of time. My arm hurt then, but it's gotten better," he showed her a scar on his upper arm that had been covered by his tattered sleeve.

Kash walked out, looking both way before doing so. He walked into a hall, many people were walking around, he wasn't afraid just anaylizing the situation with his already twisted brain. He began to walk, his eyes darted as he walked, fear was coming onto him in some ways, fear of others who might want to hurt him.

They mean to do what happened to me to other children? Children from other countries? Alisa thought...Never. She pushed open the door and stood in the doorframe, hands balled into fists as she stared down the two men.

"Never will I allow that."
"Excuse me?" Joanna said, shocked as she looked over at the child. "You are in big trouble. You know this area is offlimits." she said harshly as she got up and walked towards the girl. "Please excuse me while I take her out of here." she said to the men before grabbing the girls ear to lead the girl out of the room.

"No, I remember waking up in the woods, along time ago, I think months. I lost track of time. My arm hurt then, but it's gotten better," he showed her a scar on his upper arm that had been covered by his tattered sleeve.
"Oh, you poor thing." she said, then turning to the two officers who brought him in and giving them a sharp glare. "We need to take him to the hospital, get him checked out." she said, then turning back to the boy, "And then we'll find out where to go from there."

"Excuse me?" Joanna said, shocked as she looked over at the child. "You are in big trouble. You know this area is offlimits." she said harshly as she got up and walked towards the girl. "Please excuse me while I take her out of here." she said to the men before grabbing the girls ear to lead the girl out of the room.

THREAT! THREAT! Her mind raced as her ear was grabbed. Alisa remembered the Rules of Engagement: when a civilian acted in a hostile manner towards your person or others, they were no longer a civilian and treated as a combatant. Grabbing Joanna's wrist, Alisa twisted, bending her wrist as she caught her in a wristlock.

"Never will I allow children to bend to the rule of the military," Alisa hissed.

Kash stumbled upon the scene his head cocked as his blood shot eyes scanned the girl " Hey what's happening?!" he yelled.

THREAT! THREAT! Her mind raced as her ear was grabbed. Alisa remembered the Rules of Engagement: when a civilian acted in a hostile manner towards your person or others, they were no longer a civilian and treated as a combatant. Grabbing Joanna's wrist, Alisa twisted, bending her wrist as she caught her in a wristlock.

"Never will I allow children to bend to the rule of the military," Alisa hissed.
"Security!" Joanna yelled. A few seconds later, two men ran into the room, guns drawn. One quickly pounced on the girl. The other pistolwhipped her. "Hey! Do NOT pistolwhip her again or I'll have your job!" she yelled at the guard, then turning to the girl, "Whatever you're babbling about, I dont care. You're in deep shit. Are you TRYING to get yourself kicked into the street to be homeless? You pull that stunt again and you WILL be." Joanna yelled at the girl. "Take her downstairs and put her in her room." she told the two security guards who promptly put handcuffs on the girl while the man still was ontop of her.

Kash stumbled upon the scene his head cocked as his blood shot eyes scanned the girl " Hey what's happening?!" he yelled.
"Hey! What are you doing here? This area is not for children!" Joanna yelled as she rubbed her wrist. "Go back now or you will be punished as well. The two of you are lucky I am not kicking you out right now." she said.

"Security!" Joanna yelled. A few seconds later, two men ran into the room, guns drawn. One quickly pounced on the girl. The other pistol wiped her. "Hey! Do NOT pistolwhip her again or I'll have your job!" she yelled at the guard, then turning to the girl, "Whatever you're babbling about, I dont care. You're in deep shit. Are you TRYING to get yourself kicked into the street to be homeless? You pull that stunt again and you WILL be." Joanna yelled at the girl. "Take her downstairs and put her in her room." she told the two security guards who promptly put handcuffs on the girl while the man still was ontop of her.

It was happening again. The men with uniforms and guns...the taste and smell of blood in her mouth. Homeless? Did she think that was a threat? She'd survived a Mitgarian winter during a war...she had killed more soldiers than men twice her age...She kicked against the man on top of her, trying to twist her way free.

"Help!" she called to the intrusive boy. "Don't let it happen again!" Alis struggled more, biting and kicking and clawing, "Don't leave these men alone with me!"

" What have I done to you?" he whispered putting down his head, before bringing it up to the person " What has she done?" His head cocking sideways again, peircing with bloodshot eyes.

It was happening again. The men with uniforms and guns...the taste and smell of blood in her mouth. Homeless? Did she think that was a threat? She'd survived a Mitgarian winter during a war...she had killed more soldiers than men twice her age...She kicked against the man on top of her, trying to twist her way free.

"Help!" she called to the intrusive boy. "Don't let it happen again!" Alis struggled more, biting and kicking and clawing, "Don't leave these men alone with me!"

He quickly began to run to the girl, his fists clenched " What are you doing to this child of the proletariat?!" he yelled as he punched.

OCC: he is a patriotic communist from Calaveras as well.

"That's IT! You two STOP!" she screamed with a glare at both of the children. "Are you two bent on getting kicked out and sent back to your home countries?" she yelled.

He quickly began to run to the girl, his fists clenched " What are you doing to this child of the proletariat?!" he yelled as he punched.

OCC: he is a patriotic communist from Calaveras as well.
One of the guards blocked his punch and was about to deliver his own when he heard her yell and he stopped himself but waited to see if the boy tried to attack again.

"That's IT! You two STOP!" she screamed with a glare at both of the children. "Are you two bent on getting kicked out and sent back to your home countries?" she yelled.

Kash ignored her, in his madness he yelled " You are hurting her, the state police are going to take you away for this!" he said continueing his struggle. There was no state police...no one.

Kash ignored her, in his madness he yelled " You are hurting her, the state police are going to take you away for this!" he said continueing his struggle. There was no state police...no one.
"What the hell are you talking about, boy? There is no police state - not here. It's called respecting your elders - you know, discipline. Something you're going to have to learn about while you're here, if you're here much longer." she yelled at him.

"That's IT! You two STOP!" she screamed with a glare at both of the children. "Are you two bent on getting kicked out and sent back to your home countries?" she yelled.

One of the guards blocked his punch and was about to deliver his own when he heard her yell and he stopped himself but waited to see if the boy tried to attack again.

Alisa scrambled to her feet and huddled by the boy. At least she had one ally she could trust. Her breathing was quick and erratic. Her eyes darted to the two men, the two guards and the woman. Father and the Sisters lied, she thought. They all meant to do her harm. All were enemies...and the woman seemed to want the soldiers to take her into the room...to rape her...

ooc: shouldn't this lady know their past and act appropriately? oh, and 'Joanne' is the name of a manager i hate @ work, btw.

Kash put grabbed the girls arm and began walking backwards slowly " Your gonna pay for this, you are traitors to the party of the people."

Alisa scrambled to her feet and huddled by the boy. At least she had one ally she could trust. Her breathing was quick and erratic. Her eyes darted to the two men, the two guards and the woman. Father and the Sisters lied, she thought. They all meant to do her harm. All were enemies...and the woman seemed to want the soldiers to take her into the room...to rape her...

ooc: shouldn't this lady know their past and act appropriately? oh, and 'Joanne' is the name of a manager i hate @ work, btw.
OOC: She should, yes, but keep in mind she has 60 million children to remember... I'm not sure there's a single person on this planet that could remember the background (if known) of 60 million children... lol
IC:
"Take them to their rooms." she told the two security guards. "Let me know if they cause any problems." then turning to the two kids, "You're going back to your rooms. NOW." she said sternly, no longer yelling.

OOC: She should, yes, but keep in mind she has 60 million children to remember... I'm not sure there's a single person on this planet that could remember the background (if known) of 60 million children... lol
IC:
"Take them to their rooms." she told the two security guards. "Let me know if they cause any problems." then turning to the two kids, "You're going back to your rooms. NOW." she said sternly, no longer yelling.

Tears were flowing freely now, though no sobs came from her. Alisa continued to shake her head, not wanting to believe it was happening again.

"May the blood they spill from me forever be on your hands," she spat in defiance. With that, Alisa took up a fighting stance. "Liberty or death."

Tears were flowing freely now, though no sobs came from her. Alisa continued to shake her head, not wanting to believe it was happening again.

"May the blood they spill from me forever be on your hands," she spat in defiance. With that, Alisa took up a fighting stance. "Liberty or death."

" No you can't win" said Kash said as he savagley wrapped his arms around her " we have to go, go now."

"What the hell are they talking about?" one of the guards mumbled to Joanna. She didn't respond. She knew she screwed up - badly. With a deep sigh, her stern face sank into a sad emotion. "You two are excused." she said to the two guards. "Uhhh, whaa??" one of them responded with a look of utter confusion. "Please... just go back to what you were doing before." she said. With a small hesitation, they looked at eachother, and with a confused shrug to eachother, they walked past the two kids and left the room. She then walked around the desk and slipped into her seat, and said to the two men, "Please give me some time... please leave right now.", hoping they would understand.

" No you can't win" said Kash said as he savagley wrapped his arms around her " we have to go, go now."

Usually, contact made her nervous, but he was the only ally she had...

"But, I can't live through that again," she whispered to him, "I'd rather die."

Usually, contact made her nervous, but he was the only ally she had...

"But, I can't live through that again," she whispered to him, "I'd rather die."

" Well get the police" He said as she was somewhat struggling, he whispered into her ear " Its okay....We..I got you.."

" Well get the police" He said as she was somewhat struggling, he whispered into her ear " Its okay....We..I got you.."

"Just don't let them take me," her sob became audible again, "Don't let them take me...don't let them take me...don't let them take me...don't let them take me...don't let them take me..." she muttered over and over.

"Just don't let them take me," her sob became audible again, "Don't let them take me...don't let them take me...don't let them take me...don't let them take me...don't let them take me..." she muttered over and over.

Kash spoke softly into her ear " We wont, tell me your name, and I'll announce mine, we can go to your room." he totally forgot the room, period, his brain told him there was never a room.

Kash spoke softly into her ear " We wont, tell me your name, and I'll announce mine, we can go to your room." he totally forgot the room, period, his brain told him there was never a room.

"Kamerov, Alisa; 514-02-8271," she whispered. "Staff Sergeant, Commonwealth Civilian Defense Brigade-Salvus."

OOC: I'd like to point out my reply on the last page if ya didn't see it...

" Alisa....Alisa" his tounge tasted the words as his back went against a wall and he made them both slide down from there backs to there buts, he embraced her. Kash's eyes darted to the women that was yelling at them earlier.

OOC: I'd like to point out my reply on the last page if ya didn't see it...

ooc: my bad...just assume this happened before they left, i guess.

ic:

In relief at seeing the men leave, Alisa let out a sigh, snuggling against the protective warmth of the boy.

ooc: my bad...just assume this happened before they left, i guess.

ic:

In relief at seeing the men leave, Alisa let out a sigh, snuggling against the protective warmth of the boy.

Kash held her tight, keeping her warm, his breath running down her neck. He hadn't felt this kind of physical contact before, at least not like this situation. His hand ran through her hair, stroke it softly, His aqua still alert. His head slowly pressed against her's, his blonde hair slightly mixing.

OOC: Well I'm off to bed now... see ya

OCC: so FUS, are we still rping, or waiting?

OCC: so FUS, are we still rping, or waiting?

ooc: my bad...i was sorta gonna wait for a response from Vizion, but...

ic:

Stifling her tears, Alisa stood up, grabbing the boy's(you still haven't introduced yourself) hand. She led him out the door and back to the dormitories. As long as the soldier's weren't coming with her, Alisa felt safe.

ooc: Alisa sees all uniformed people w/ guns as soldiers, even if they're not.

ooc: my bad...i was sorta gonna wait for a response from Vizion, but...

ic:

Stifling her tears, Alisa stood up, grabbing the boy's(you still haven't introduced yourself) hand. She led him out the door and back to the dormitories. As long as the soldier's weren't coming with her, Alisa felt safe.

ooc: Alisa sees all uniformed people w/ guns as soldiers, even if they're not.

Kash let her control him now as he looked like a kid(althuogh much bigger than her) being pulled by his mother, he was the defendent now " Im Kash.....Kash Wilson, North Calaveras, the people communist state."

Kash let her control him now as he looked like a kid(althuogh much bigger than her) being pulled by his mother, he was the defendent now " Im Kash.....Kash Wilson, North Calaveras, the people communist state."

"Greetings, Wilson, Kash-North Calaveras," Alisa said softly. She began to softly hum a song, it's lyrics unintentionally escaping her mouth, "I want to die|As beautifully as Joan of Arc|Inside a Bresson film.| Lesson one|Apply the shaving cream|And smile as you then|Slice away the heart..."

"Greetings, Wilson, Kash-North Calaveras," Alisa said softly. She began to softly hum a song, it's lyrics unintentionally escaping her mouth, "I want to die|As beautifully as Joan of Arc|Inside a Bresson film.| Lesson one|Apply the shaving cream|And smile as you then|Slice away the heart..."

Kash made a smile as she sung and stared at the side of her face " You wish to expire comrade...He moved in closer. Why...isn't that dangerous?"

Kash made a smile as she sung and stared at the side of her face " You wish to expire comrade...He moved in closer. Why...isn't that dangerous?"

"Because the dead|Because the death|Because the dead shine all night long," she continued crypticly.

"Because the dead|Because the death|Because the dead shine all night long," she continued crypticly.

" You know, ive tried to kill myself." He still stared at her cheek unblinking as she moved him to the dorms " But I failed...they got to me before i could complete myself" his breath went from cold to warm onto her.

" You know, ive tried to kill myself." He still stared at her cheek unblinking as she moved him to the dorms " But I failed...they got to me before i could complete myself" his breath went from cold to warm onto her.

"Death is the acceptance of defeat," Alisa answered. "My life is my vengeance against those who tried to take my life. My life is to wreak vengeance on those who would do the same to others..."

"Death is the acceptance of defeat," Alisa answered. "My life is my vengeance against those who tried to take my life. My life is to wreak vengeance on those who would do the same to others..."

" So are we all then defeated Alisa..even with old age?" he said as she lead him " May I ask where you are taking me, to your room were...im thinking."

" So are we all then defeated Alisa..even with old age?" he said as she lead him " May I ask where you are taking me, to your room were...im thinking."

"As long as people remember us, we are never defeated," Alisa said, stopping at the door to her room. "When I die, only the myself that exists in my mind will disappear. But the myself that exists in others will continue...and each myself is a true representation of me. Only if no one remembers you do you cease to exist." She concluded, opening the door and leading him inside.

"As long as people remember us, we are never defeated," Alisa said, stopping at the door to her room. "When I die, only the myself that exists in my mind will disappear. But the myself that exists in others will continue...and each myself is a true representation of me. Only if no one remembers you do you cease to exist." She concluded, opening the door and leading him inside.

Kash slowly walked in " Your smart" he said scracthing his head with his right arm before dropping it back to his side " Have we a place for me?" he said looking around

Kash slowly walked in " Your smart" he said scracthing his head with his right arm before dropping it back to his side " Have we a place for me?" he said looking around

"There," she pointed to the bed. "I've bunked down with male comrades before. It makes no difference to me."

OCC: did you say you had to go, if so, ill just have my char lay down.

Kash carefully layed down, and slid to the highest corner of the bed,leaning his back against the wall as he began to fall asleep, darkenss was taking him.

OCC: did you say you had to go, if so, ill just have my char lay down.

Kash carefully layed down, and slid to the highest corner of the bed,leaning his back against the wall as he began to fall asleep, darkenss was taking him.

ooc: yeah, in my other post...just lurking a bit

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Alisa stretched herself out, placing the covers over her as she made sure she kept herself separated from him-not an easy task considering the size of the bed.

Kash mutterd " I can sleep on the ground, just need a pillow or something..." his eyes barely seeing her.

"I'm sorry, did you say someone is to soft to kill them, sir?" she asked, thinking she must have heard the man wrong."Yah, mmhmm," prattles the older man.

(OOC: It's a pretty extremist country (http://www.nationstates.net/aguazul), so I portray it exaggeratedly for humor.)

"Yah, mmhmm," prattles the older man.

(OOC: It's a pretty extremist country (http://www.nationstates.net/aguazul), so I portray it exaggeratedly for humor.)
"Oh, my, we can't have that. When will you be able to send them our way?" she asked the man over the phone.

Joanna cried for a few moments after everyone, including the children left. She then managed to find their files as she overheard their names. "My God... what have I done?" she said softly to herself. She then looked up Alisa's room number.

It had need nearly an hour after the incident before she arrived at the room. She knocked on the door.

Joanna cried for a few moments after everyone, including the children left. She then managed to find their files as she overheard their names. "My God... what have I done?" she said softly to herself. She then looked up Alisa's room number.

It had need nearly an hour after the incident before she arrived at the room. She knocked on the door.

Alisa was still awake as Kash slept on the floor. Hearing the knock, she lightly stepped off the bed, careful not to disturb Kash as she padded stealthily up to the door. She opened it a slight crack as she peered outside. Her foot barred the door opening more. Alisa quickly scanned to see if the soldiers had returned, but it was only that woman.

"What is it?" she demanded.

Kash slept soundly, he had dark spots under his eyes from lack of sleep, indeed this situation with Alisa helped him get some sleep. He nudged against his pillow more, murmering in his sleep.

"Oh, you poor thing." she said, then turning to the two officers who brought him in and giving them a sharp glare. "We need to take him to the hospital, get him checked out." she said, then turning back to the boy, "And then we'll find out where to go from there."

"Okay," he said, still completely calm as he had been since he wondered into the field, to a degree that was rather troubling.

"Oh, my, we can't have that. When will you be able to send them our way?" she asked the man over the phone."Day or two if we can get a plane. Is airport nearby? To your building."

"So, you want your troops or members of this 'Foreign Service Corps' to basically spend time with our children so they know how children act so they can better handle situations with children in other countries? And you'll pay us for that? Or did I miss something?" she asked.

"Yes, that is basically it. New Brittonia does reimburse well for kindness that other nations gave to us. Basically, that is the basics about it, of course, the technical information and other arrangements shall be negotiated about.

I hope you understand this."

Name: Eliska Crusnek
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Nationality: 100% Karnigstani
Physical Description: Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and standing at 5'9". A typical Karnigstan girl, albeit with a trim of muscle due to her nature as an imperial, that burned away most of her girlish figure.

Background Information: She was born into the Imperials, a small, 5000 man strong division of the Karnigstan Eternals. Her father was an officer of the Karnigstan military, as was her mother. Both had decided to send Eliska straight into the Eternals, so that another family wouldn't have their child taken. Her mother died in Karnigstan's third and successful bid for independence, her father died in a recent peacekeeping operation. Karnigstan, of course, was not pleased with the death of their peacekeepers at the hand of the nation that they were peacekeeping in. At the decision of the Foreign Relations officer who was in charge of the operation, Eliska has been placed in the orphanage as a public relations stunt.

Does the child know his/her background info?: Yes
Other Information: Eliska is military trained, albeit the Imperials are a far less gung-ho force in Karnigstan than the Eternals, and they serve as the nation's elite guards, and are trained to be compassionate to all they encounter, unless they infringe upon Karnigstan's or an ally of Karnigstan.

OOC Note: The nation who was responsible has randomly turned FT so, unfortunately, Karnigstan cannot attempt to get its revenge in a spectacular militaristic fashion... >.> *cracks knuckles*

IC:

"Eliska." Cherish stated. Eliska looked up from the windows of the limo, still dressed in the formal garb of a junior Imperial. She had been torn straight from duty at the gates to the Reili Temple and immediately sent on the seemingly endless set of commercial flights(albeit it began Karnigstan One, which Eliska rather enjoyed) stuck in the same uniform. She was somewhat lucky, no one messed with the striking blue uniformed Imperials.

"Miss Cherish, we'll be at the orphanage shortly. Is this going to be permanent?"
"No, we've already got tickets due for you to return to Karnigstan with immediate entry to the Shamble's Military Academy."
"I really quite dislike being used as such a large stunt, especially when the nation in question has disappeared off our maps." Eliska explained. Cherish nodded, and pointed to the building they were stopping in front of.

"Imperial Crusnek, please leave the car, gather your belongings, and go with my blessing." Cherish stated. The imperial nodded, and left the car with the sparse belongings of an Imperial. Three different uniforms, all for different purposes, her Imperial medals, and nothing else.

She strode within the building, right up to the receptionist, and with eyes alight with annoyance, yet her voice revealed nothing of it.

"I am Eliska Crusnek from Karnigstan, and I'd like to know where my room is." She inquired.

Alisa was still awake as Kash slept on the floor. Hearing the knock, she lightly stepped off the bed, careful not to disturb Kash as she padded stealthily up to the door. She opened it a slight crack as she peered outside. Her foot barred the door opening more. Alisa quickly scanned to see if the soldiers had returned, but it was only that woman.

"What is it?" she demanded.
OOC: Sry... stupid Jolt wasn't working last night for me... :-/
IC:
"I'd like to apologize about how I acted towards you two earlier. I should have known not to handle you like I did." she said. "I screwed up and have failed you kids and The Orphanage. As such, I will likely be quitting this job tonight."

"Okay," he said, still completely calm as he had been since he wondered into the field, to a degree that was rather troubling.
It was an hour later that they were at the hospital checking him in. He seemed to be in fair health, but who knew for sure.

"Please fill out this form." said one of the staff members. The large form started with:


Last Name:____________________ First Name:________________ DOB:______________
Home Address:______________________________________________________________
City:______________________ Country:__________________________
Insurance Policy Number:____________________________ Company:________________
..........

"Day or two if we can get a plane. Is airport nearby? To your building."
"Yes, there is an airport here. How many kids?" she asked.

OOC: Sry... stupid Jolt wasn't working last night for me... :-/
IC:
"I'd like to apologize about how I acted towards you two earlier. I should have known not to handle you like I did." she said. "I screwed up and have failed you kids and The Orphanage. As such, I will likely be quitting this job tonight."

Alisa stepped forward and closed the door behind her.

"You're going to quit because of one incident?" she asked incredulously. "If that is truly how you feel, you don't deserve to be here. When you make a mistake you apologize, you learn and continue one. You improvise, overcome, adapt. I'll accept your apology only if you have the strength to soldier on..." Alisa stepped back, opening the door. Before going in she added, "Personally, I don't like you. And if anything like that happens again...I will not show restraint. But you do help people, and that is a redeemable quality." With that, Alisa stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

ooc: don't worry, i had the same problem.

"Yes, there is an airport here. How many kids?" she asked."Um...fifteen."

Kash woke up, his eyes opend first before he slowly got on his knees then stood up. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, swinging the door open and dunking his face into the sink, which he was filling with cold water, it always helped him wake up, his wrists rested on the side of the sink as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Andrew had spent the whole day on the wall outside his room. Except for that one girl-Alisa?-nobody had said anything to him. A bunch of people went by all the time with friends and they were talking and stuff. He heard some people laugh at him. It was too much! Andrew had to get into his cocoon. Everyone was being mean. Where was Mom and Dad? He crawled up next to the wall and started to cry.

OOC: Basically, I'm setting up my guy as with Autism. Plus, I have no idea what to do in this thread. So my guy is just sitting there wondering what the heck to do.

Alisa followed Kash as he washed up in the restroom.

"She apologized," Alisa informed him, "And is leaving...like a coward. I told her not to."

With that, Alisa stepped out of her room and wandered the halls. As she did she noticed the one boy from earlier, Andrew, curled into a ball in the corner. There were a couple of kids standing nearby, pointing and sneering. Her eyes glinted in anger, and Alisa's curled lip and balled fists told them to beat it. She spun on her heel. Something about him reminded her of the time she spent in the Ghetto, before she had joined the Resistance.

"Andrew," she said quietly, squatting down to eye level. "They're gone now...I'll protect you," she replied, offering her hand.

OOC: I don't deserve a reply?

With that, Alisa stepped out of her room and wandered the halls. As she did she noticed the one boy from earlier, Andrew, curled into a ball in the corner. There were a couple of kids standing nearby, pointing and sneering. Her eyes glinted in anger, and Alisa's curled lip and balled fists told them to beat it. She spun on her heel. Something about him reminded her of the time she spent in the Ghetto, before she had joined the Resistance.

"Andrew," she said quietly, squatting down to eye level. "They're gone now...I'll protect you," she replied, offering her hand.

Now she was being nice? But before she was like... scary... Andrew thought slowly. But then... look! All the mean people went away when she came. I guess she's a nice person now.

"Uh.... thanks Alisa," he whispered, taking her hand. Then he noticed Kash. Another person? Was he nice? "Um... hi," he said to Kash.

Now she was being nice? But before she was like... scary... Andrew thought slowly. But then... look! All the mean people went away when she came. I guess she's a nice person now.

"Uh.... thanks Alisa," he whispered, taking her hand. Then he noticed Kash. Another person? Was he nice? "Um... hi," he said to Kash.

"He's nice," Alisa said as she helped him to his feet. "There are people here who aren't nice...but I am here now. I will stop them." she assured Andrew. "But you must become strong too, in order to defeat them when I'm not around. Can you do that?"

"Um... I can try, I guess..." Andrew said timidly. "Do you think... erm... I can... 'hang out'... with you guys right now?"

"Um... I can try, I guess..." Andrew said timidly. "Do you think... erm... I can... 'hang out'... with you guys right now?"

"I don't see why not," Alisa answered. "Are you tired? If you are, you can rest..."

Kash said hi back sleeply, then turned to Alisa and pointed his thumb " He a freind of yours?" he said before sitting down in a soft chair.

Kash said hi back sleeply, then turned to Alisa and pointed his thumb " He a freind of yours?" he said before sitting down in a soft chair.

"He is hereby my protectorate," Alisa said, guiding Andrew to lay on the bed. She took a seat on the bed and turned back to Kash, "Will you help me to protect the weak of this place from the strong?"

Kash looked at the boy then turned to Alisa " This is happening quickly yes......Ive only known you for a day maybe and yet im so caught up...yes I will help you.." he said.

Kash looked at the boy then turned to Alisa " This is happening quickly yes......Ive only known you for a day maybe and yet im so caught up...yes I will help you.." he said.

"Good, comrades-in-arms then," Alisa said as she laid down next to Andrew. "I suggest rest, tomorrow should be rather interesting."

"Good, comrades-in-arms then," Alisa said as she laid down next to Andrew. "I suggest rest, tomorrow should be rather interesting."

" Yes..okay then" he said as he sat down and began to fall asleep in the chair, prepared for any unexpected guests.

" Yes..okay then" he said as he sat down and began to fall asleep in the chair, prepared for any unexpected guests.

"May your dreams bring you to safe shores," Alisa said before closing her eyes to sleep.

ooc: sounds like a good idea. g'night

Andrew dropped off immediately.

Kash's eyes peaked open as he awoke, yet again. It was morning and foggy outside, he sat next to the window, resting the side of his face with his hand, the redness in his eyes was going away, due to sleepy better. A light rain drizzled outside, he smiled slightly before going to make a cup of coffee.

Andrew saw Kash get up through a very small opening in his eyes. He was pretty hungry-he hadn't ate anything yesterday. Hunger overcame fear as Andrew got up and walked over to Kash. "Umm... do you know where.... I can get some... food?"

He turned around " Umm, I just started staying here myself, but im guessing the fridge, what are you feeling?" He said slightly smiling " I was gonna have bacon and eggs."

"Um... I guess... that sounds good. I... erm... didn't really see the fridge." Andrew just said really fast. "Bacon and eggs... (he thought, then opened his mouth again) sound good."

The pan sizzled as the raw eggs slid onto it. " You know, I always liked them scrambled, the yoke is just strange to me" he said moving the spatula back and forth. He quickly grabbed three plates and set them on the table. " So, how old are you?"

"Erm... I really don't care how... I like them," said Andrew, searching for the right words. He really didn't know what to say. Then he heard the age question, and took a minute to answer. "I think... I'm thirteen... but I'm not sure... what about you?"

" Im sixteen, so what brings you here, I mean, i woke up and you showed up." He said as he put the eggs on Andrew's plate. Kash began to cook the bacon in long strips.

"Um... I don't really remember..." Andrew flipped through his memories. It seemed he couldn't remember anything-wait!

His dad. A nice person. He was crying ANDREW!!!

Flash.

A big explosion.

Flash.

Being found on the ocean shoreline.

Flash.

Being driven by mean people here.

Flash.

Back to the present.

"Uhhh... I think I was... separated from my dad... on a boat... because of a big explosion... and then I was found here... I guess." Andrew though it through. "Um... thanks for the eggs," he said as he started eating them like mad.

" Interesting story, im here because my parents thought i was "unstable" but do I look unstable to you?" Kash pointed at him and laughed as he put the bacon on his plate, filling his own and Alisa's if she were to show up. He poured three large glasses of cold water " Water...it rejuvinates the body, best thing to drink." he said as he sat down at the table and began to eat.

"Um... I don't know if I would know... but no, I don't think so." Andrew laughed oddly, just to fall in with Kash. He seems like a nice guy. "I like water too. Erm... do you know if we have, like, classes, like in school, here?" Otherwise, what do we do all day?"

Kash scrached his head " uhhh, I'm not sure, I came here last night and then through some..interesting events I am here now, a man came by earlier and dropped off my things. He said pointing to a couple of suitcases. " This girl named Alisa wanted me to stay here and protect you, so I agreed" he always looked into people's eyes when he talked to them.

"Well... thanks... a lot..." he said. That's really nice of him! "And... do you know where we are?"

"Well... thanks... a lot..." he said. That's really nice of him! "And... do you know where we are?"

" Well, from what ive seen its an orphanage." he said with some food in his mouth before dropping his plate in the sink. He washed his hands and walked passed Andrew scracthing Andrews hair quickly before walking into what was the living room, sitting down and turning on the T.V.

Um... that was kinda weird, Andrew thought. But I guess it was OK. He tapped his hair just in case.

"What's... um... on? I like sports. In fact... my big brother Connor... he's in the World Cup... and the International Basketball Championships. Oh... and there's that tennis tourney he was talking about."

Kash said with a emotionless face " Well, sounds impressive" He said before changing the channel repeatidly " Soccer? I hate the sport, basketball its okay to watch, I love football." he said changing it to a game of football.

"Football's OK," Andrew said. "I think I'm going to... pop out for a bit... to see if anyone else is awake for a sec."

It was an hour later that they were at the hospital checking him in. He seemed to be in fair health, but who knew for sure.

"Please fill out this form." said one of the staff members. The large form started with:


Last Name:____________________ First Name:________________ DOB:______________
Home Address:______________________________________________________________
City:______________________ Country:__________________________
Insurance Policy Number:____________________________ Company:________________
..........


He looked the form over, and attempted to fill it out as best he could.


Last Name:____________________ First Name:__Jonas______ DOB:______________
Home Address:______________________________________________________________
City:______________________ Country:__________________________
Insurance Policy Number:____________________________ Company:________________
..........

ooc: sorry for being away. jolt issues >_<

ic:

The sweet aroma of cooked food stirred Alisa from her sleep, but she did not move. Instead, she listened intently to the conversation the two boys had with one another. The one named Andrew seemed to be attaching himself to Kash, almost imprinting a sibling relationship in her opinion. That bond would be necessary to build up his strength and character so that he could eventually fend for himself.

ooc: sorry for being away. jolt issues >_<

ic:

The sweet aroma of cooked food stirred Alisa from her sleep, but she did not move. Instead, she listened intently to the conversation the two boys had with one another. The one named Andrew seemed to be attaching himself to Kash, almost imprinting a sibling relationship in her opinion. That bond would be necessary to build up his strength and character so that he could eventually fend for himself.

Kash got on a knee next to her " Hey" he whisperd " Are you awake?" He said with a quiet freindly tone.

OOC: Anyone willing to respomd to me? Was I the only one who couldn't sign on at all?

Kash got on a knee next to her " Hey" he whisperd " Are you awake?" He said with a quiet freindly tone.

ooc: brit, i think it's just 'cause a lotta responses have been not envolving your ppl. also, in one of Vizion's posts, i think your ppl were dismissed while the 'children' were taken care of...

ic:

Alisa's eyes fluttered open. He was a nice one..."Yes, I am," she rose on an elbow as she returned his gaze.

OOC: Yeah... I would like Vizion to clarify that a bit...

THREAT! THREAT! Her mind raced as her ear was grabbed. Alisa remembered the Rules of Engagement: when a civilian acted in a hostile manner towards your person or others, they were no longer a civilian and treated as a combatant. Grabbing Joanna's wrist, Alisa twisted, bending her wrist as she caught her in a wristlock.

"Never will I allow children to bend to the rule of the military," Alisa hissed.


Peter Jackson was knighted for his skills in diplomacy, however, he said what was on his mind quite a bit of the time, which made him well known as not
being one of the Communist Party's yes men.

Simply, and clearly, he said, trying not to demean the girl,

"What exactly are you talking about?"

OOC: Yeah... I would like Vizion to clarify that a bit...




Peter Jackson was knighted for his skills in diplomacy, however, he said what was on his mind quite a bit of the time, which made him well known as not
being one of the Communist Party's yes men.

Simply, and clearly, he said, trying not to demean the girl,

"What exactly are you talking about?"

ooc: ok, i can do a flashback. i was originally waiting for your response to her, anyway

ic:

"You claim that your presence is for mutual benefits, but I know firsthand what happens when the military assumes control of a civilian population," Alisa explained.

"I really shouldn't be talking about this to you, although, I guess that if you have been here, you already know all the details.

I think that you seem to not exactly know the role of the New Brittonian military, or the National Service corps, and what these people actually are.

I mean, these groups of fine men and woman are... only peacekeepers and aid workers. That has been New Brittonian foreign policy for over fifty years, and I think we have been doing a good job at it.

It's good that a child knows so much about politics, if you lived in New Brittonia, there would be an award for you or something. Because in Parliament I had to defend this policy many times, and the act that a girl knows as much as a forty or fifty old Member o parliament, is simply astounding."

OOC: Butting in on Brittonia/Free United States

The receptionist was unquestionably braindead, and thus, the karnigstani girl had begun to wander. She soon came upon an older male, and a younger female in some sort of political discussion. It struck home, and reminded her of her dad's death. Eliska, without a second thought, threw her own thoughts into the gabble.

"My own nation is a military state, and yet we manage a modicum of peace and quiet. We also have tried to assist other nations, without impeding on their own rights, to keep their semblance of serenity. Half the time we get attacked, my father died in an operation in which the country he was peacekeeping in declared war on Karnigstan for some unknown reason. Then again, I never knew the guy, I was given to the military." Eliska explained. Admittedly, her little comment had little to do with the politics, but it still felt good to tell someone who didn't know about her little issue.

"I really shouldn't be talking about this to you, although, I guess that if you have been here, you already know all the details.

I think that you seem to not exactly know the role of the New Brittonian military, or the National Service corps, and what these people actually are.

I mean, these groups of fine men and woman are... only peacekeepers and aid workers. That has been New Brittonian foreign policy for over fifty years, and I think we have been doing a good job at it.

It's good that a child knows so much about politics, if you lived in New Brittonia, there would be an award for you or something. Because in Parliament I had to defend this policy many times, and the act that a girl knows as much as a forty or fifty old Member o parliament, is simply astounding."

"Peacekeeper is the title used by those who would hold a sovereign people under their thumb, to rule against their wishes and without their consent. I have seen the work of 'peacekeepers' before, and will have none of it," Alisa spat. "And keep your praise...it is a method to keep the Proletariat in line."

The knighted minister saw the woman's spit on the floor and thought,
"Someone will have to clean that up."

He smiled at the woman's knowledge of Marx and Lenin, he's the minister from a Democratic Socialist nation, after all, and those philosophies are still taught in Brittonian schools.

He then said,
"I have to admit. I am not surprised that you don't exactly know much about New Brittonia. We're trying to get the word out about us, alas, it is not exactly working as well as I would have thought.

We're a neutral nation. Our military is called "peacekeeping forces" in most legislation that says that they are to be deployed to foreign nations.

However, we don't take over lands. We don't exploit the poor, the war ravished. We're neutral, we come in, our goal is to protect civilians and make sure POWs are treated fairly. I would guess that you have had some bad encounters with military forces, but I swear that New Brittonia is not like that.

We are here to help people. I could tell you what our mission is, I could tell you what we intend to do in this orphanage. Heck, I could go down through the Constitution and show you passages, to the oaths people take to what the Ministry of National Service does. I'm trying to help people, like you, and criticism helps us find out what is going wrong, and lets us defend what we're doing right.

I don't like yes men, I know, I wasn't a yes man... I'll stop before I get worked up.", Minister of National Service, Sir Peter Jackson said.

OOC: Images, for your reference:

Sir Peter Jackson, Minister of National Service (http://www.rjritchie.com/blogpix/PeterJackson1.jpg)
Hamza ibn-Husayn, Minister of National Defence (http://sermitsiaq.gl/multimedia/archive/00007/Khader_2007_7462d.jpg)

"Peacekeeper is the title used by those who would hold a sovereign people under their thumb, to rule against their wishes and without their consent. I have seen the work of 'peacekeepers' before, and will have none of it," Alisa spat. "And keep your praise...it is a method to keep the Proletariat in line."

Kash had quickly appeared by her side " What's happening?" he said quickly, he had run right to her.

Kash had quickly appeared by her side " What's happening?" he said quickly, he had run right to her.

ooc: NC, this is a flashback, so all my responses to Brit are from when we were all in the office, just fyi.

OOC: is this dead?

OOC: is this dead?

ooc: i think it's just slow because Vizion hasn't been around lately...

Name: Rick Timlin
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Nationality: Honyite
Physical Description: Short for his age but athletic and very quick; brown eyes and hair; soft facial features
Background Information: Abandonned at a Honyite Christian church at no more than six months old, the parents were never found. He has spent his life growing up "through the system" with six foster families in Honya until age 13 when he was finally sent to The Orphanage in ViZion, the hope from Honya that he may get a better life in ViZion with more changes to be adopted.
Does the child know his/her background info?: N
Other Information: Heavy into sports, abused by three of his foster parents and - being the smaller kid of his age group - has been a prime target of bullies, he is timid about meeting anyone, it it adult or kids. Once he gets to know someone though and trusts them, he has undying loyalty to them. He is also very aggressive at times, especially if he feels threatened, and as such three kids in the Honyite orphanages have been severely injuried, with one nearly being killed.
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Rick woke up from his first night in this new place. He had slept under the bed, and only got two hours of sleep due to his nerves. He quickly got up and got into his new cloths he had got before being put on a flight to ViZion.

A few minutes later, having brushed his teeth, he slowly opened the door of his room. "I hope they dont put me in a room with someone else..." he mumbled as he peaked out into the hall... All clear... then, as he stepped out, he saw some kids down the hall, the way he needed to go. He froze looking at them.

ooc: there was an ooc sign up somewhere, but i think this thread is dead...how'd you find it, btw? anyway, if ViZion shows up, he/she will either accept your or whatnot...

OOC: Somehow came across it looking through various threads. This one looked interesting. Any way we can continue it without the host?

ooc no ,side let it be dead again most likely every one moved on

ooc: sadly, I was looking forward to revising it...sorta how ViZion's school thread revives every now and then...

OOC: School thead?

OOC: heh man, the IST... sheesh. lol umm, what have I missed here boys (and girls)?

ooc nothing it died

Apparently... until today? Crazy. Maybe get it going again? Not sure I can promise much involvement.

ooc start a new

OOC well seemed this one was goin fine, we can keep this one, just get it goin again. I just donno I can keep it goin due to RL

ooc well you don't have any nations in this one that are long gone ,don't see why not :P

OOC: we'll see if I even do, g2g for the night though, work in mornin. See ya.

ooc: ViZion, would you appoint someone to be a de facto leader (an assistant headmaster or something) for when you can't show up regularly? That was my main reason, along w. a lack of response from Bretonnia, for ignoring this thread...

OOC: I'll consider that. In the mean time... I'm to tired to go to work. Ugg. :(

OOC: I'll consider that. In the mean time... I'm to tired to go to work. Ugg. :(

ooc: aww, poor ViZion [hands you some tea] there, there [pats your head] :P

OOC: lol funny funny.

OOC: lol funny funny.

ooc: thought you'd like that, ehehe...

OOC: So, hmm, I guess I could ask you if you'd be interested in being co-host of this and the school thread to maintain them when I'm unable to (or if there ends up bein alotta signups at once)

OOC: So, hmm, I guess I could ask you if you'd be interested in being co-host of this and the school thread to maintain them when I'm unable to (or if there ends up bein alotta signups at once)

ooc: i'd be honored, I can't be in everyday, though, as I need to concentrate on my studies...but, I could be consistent, at least 3-4 times a week to advance the story. most of the RP is run through personal interactions w/ the chars, anyway...

OOC: That works fine, and yes, there's not much needed to be done. Just apparently people like seeing the host around. lol But ya, given it's not a fast-paced RP, like that of a war or a very important leadership meeting means it's pretty laid back for the host, just check in and answer any questions, accept people in. You've seen what I do when people come in.

EDIT: Also you interested/willing to do the same for the IST thread too? That one is 244 pages I believe currently... been goin since May 11th, 2004. o.O lol

ooc: sure. TG me what your guidelines are for acceptance, just so I know...I mean, i think i have a good idea, but i wanna be sure...should we set up a new recruitment thread?

OOC: Alright, I'll TG you, and ya..we'll set that up after I TG you...

EDIT: Actually, you have AIM? Or MSN?

OOC: Alright, I'll TG you, and ya..we'll set that up after I TG you...

EDIT: Actually, you have AIM? Or MSN?

msn, i'll TG you... um, u don't have a NS site...?

OOC: I do, but there's no "imported_" on it. Also, I saw you added me, but you're not showing up on my friends list.

[OOC: so is this starting up again?]

OOC: Ya, it is :D I'm waitin for anyone to post IC... lol

OOC: Ya, it is :D I'm waitin for anyone to post IC... lol

[ooc: Well, I'm waiting for you to answer my last post, see post #190.]

He looked the form over, and attempted to fill it out as best he could.


Last Name:____________________ First Name:__Jonas______ DOB:______________
Home Address:______________________________________________________________
City:______________________ Country:__________________________
Insurance Policy Number:____________________________ Company:________________

"Umm, I'm sorry, uhh... Jonas. You need to fill in the rest of the information." the staff member said after the sheet was handed back.

"That's all I know," replied Jonas, without emotion, as he handed the sheet back.

"That's all I know," replied Jonas, without emotion, as he handed the sheet back.
"Well, where are you from?" he asked the boy, a little surprised.

"I don't know, the police brought me here, from a field, because I can't remember," Jonas explained. Still showing no emotions.

ooc: sending re-invites to n. calaveras and neo-brit. hope they respond or i'll need to revamp my char.

"I don't know, the police brought me here, from a field, because I can't remember," Jonas explained. Still showing no emotions.
"Alright, come back with me." he said, directing the boy through a door and to a room three doors down. After they entered the room, the man pointed to the examination table, "Sit up there." he said.

"So, you don't remember anything? What's the last thing you do remember?" he asked.

ooc: figure i'll set up my admin char.

ic:

James still had jet lag from the trip over to ViZion. As a junior administrator for the Commonwealth CPS, he was lucky to have been given an appointment at the ViZion Orphanage. There was already a Commonwealth citizen attending, and he felt it was another step in showing his country's willingness to cooperate with other countries. He straightened his tie as he walked into the immense building, looking for the reception area.

"Alright, come back with me." he said, directing the boy through a door and to a room three doors down. After they entered the room, the man pointed to the examination table, "Sit up there." he said.

"So, you don't remember anything? What's the last thing you do remember?" he asked.

Jonas sat up on the exam table, and said, "I remember being in the forest. I don't know where. It was cold, and I was alone. I didn't even remember my name."

Jonas sat up on the exam table, and said, "I remember being in the forest. I don't know where. It was cold, and I was alone. I didn't even remember my name."
"Alright, anything else you can tell me that you know? Is there ANYTHING you can remember previous to that?" he asked, ready to let the doctor know he's ready.

ooc: figure i'll set up my admin char.

ic:

James still had jet lag from the trip over to ViZion. As a junior administrator for the Commonwealth CPS, he was lucky to have been given an appointment at the ViZion Orphanage. There was already a Commonwealth citizen attending, and he felt it was another step in showing his country's willingness to cooperate with other countries. He straightened his tie as he walked into the immense building, looking for the reception area.
"Hello." said a guard in black clothing, "Welcome to The Orphanage. Can I point you in a direction?" he asked.

"Hello." said a guard in black clothing, "Welcome to The Orphanage. Can I point you in a direction?" he asked.

"I'm looking for the headmaster, I believe," he began, "I'm James Masden, here for the new administration position, pleased to meet you."

"Oh, yes, I heard you would be arriving. It is a pleasure, Mr. Masden. Follow me." he said as he began to turn to head down one of the halls. "Do you have any questions while we make our way to Jim Johnson's office?" he asked.

"Alright, anything else you can tell me that you know? Is there ANYTHING you can remember previous to that?" he asked, ready to let the doctor know he's ready.

"That's all I remember," Jonas replied, calmly, showing no emotion at all.

"Oh, yes, I heard you would be arriving. It is a pleasure, Mr. Masden. Follow me." he said as he began to turn to head down one of the halls. "Do you have any questions while we make our way to Jim Johnson's office?" he asked.

"Well, mainly I'd like to know what types of children are housed here; are most of them from broken homes, or war orphans and so on..."

"That's all I remember," Jonas replied, calmly, showing no emotion at all.
"Hmmm k..." he mumbled, jotting down some notes. "Alright, the doctor will be in in a few minutes." he said, walking out the door and closing it.

It wasn't but a moment later that the door opened, and a short, stubby man with a balding head and glasses walked it; a man who appeared to be in his sixties. "Well hi there, kiddo. I hear you've had quite an interesting day." he said, "My name is Doctor Phil, but you can call me Bob. You're Jonas?"

"Well, mainly I'd like to know what types of children are housed here; are most of them from broken homes, or war orphans and so on..."
"With 60 million kids, there isn't a main 'type' - it's everything. Abuse and neglect. Immigrants. Coming from war-torn nations. It's everything you could possibly imagine. So clearly some of these children are in very bad shape mentally, having seen some of the things, and endured some of the happenings that you and I could never imagine in our lifetimes." he said.

"Ahh, here we are." he said as they stopped at an open room. "I'll let you two be. Good luck and welcome." he said as he left.

"Come on in! You must be James Masden, yes?" Jim said, ushering him in.

"Hmmm k..." he mumbled, jotting down some notes. "Alright, the doctor will be in in a few minutes." he said, walking out the door and closing it.

It wasn't but a moment later that the door opened, and a short, stubby man with a balding head and glasses walked it; a man who appeared to be in his sixties. "Well hi there, kiddo. I hear you've had quite an interesting day." he said, "My name is Doctor Phil, but you can call me Bob. You're Jonas?"

"Yes, my name is Jonas," he replied emotionlessly.

"With 60 million kids, there isn't a main 'type' - it's everything. Abuse and neglect. Immigrants. Coming from war-torn nations. It's everything you could possibly imagine. So clearly some of these children are in very bad shape mentally, having seen some of the things, and endured some of the happenings that you and I could never imagine in our lifetimes." he said.

"Ahh, here we are." he said as they stopped at an open room. "I'll let you two be. Good luck and welcome." he said as he left.

"Come on in! You must be James Masden, yes?" Jim said, ushering him in.

"Yes sir, it's a great honor to be here," James greeted Jim. "I'm really excited to start my job and to represent my country."