Awesome! I can't wait to get this started, I'll try and have the CS up my tomorrow morning :D
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See? 3 posts when I go to sleep. Fuck this shitty website.
Not the websites fault. It can't help where people are from or when you go to sleep. There's other roleplay sites, you don't have to be here if you don't want to be :/
Is this still happening? I'd be very interested if so.
The cake was a welcome treat and Beninga ate it as slowly as possible to savour the taste. It was hard to say if and when she’d get something sweet like it next. She had scarcely finished the final bite and was brushing off the crumbs when she overheard the loud shouts of some boys. She couldn’t understand what they were saying, but she did recognize their voices. The voices were also incredibly close, perhaps at the end of the narrow alley. Maybe even closer. Immediately her heart started to race and she could feel her the blood pumping her ears. She rose to her feet and picked up the soggy, broken box and carefully moved it across to the brick wall of the building that divided the alley from the main road.
Kneeling she crawled alongside it until she found the ventilation grate and with great effort began to tug at the lid. The owners never be bothered to put screws on it, but the years of neglect left it increasingly rusted. Eventually she was able to pry it off and turned back to the box, holding within everything she owned, and slowly slid it into the vent. It had barely fit, scraping the sides and crinkling a bit as it went. Placing the cover back over the opening Beninga got back up and slowly worked her way to the edge. From there she listened the shouting match and against her better judgement she peered around the corner, just in time to watch one boy to get knocked around by the others. For several minutes she stood there, watching, as the small boy was kicked and punched and flinched with almost every hit. She stayed there a few minutes longer after the others left, to be sure they wouldn’t return before walking towards the fallen kid. Her heart was hurting on his behalf. She knew all too well how it felt to be the one laid out afterall she had more than once been the victim of the very same group, among others.
When she got close enough to see him she saw that his face swollen and bloody and almost couldn’t tell that his eyes were open. Cautiously Beninga walked around until she was in front of him and bent over to look into his,
”Are you ok?” She stood there for a second with her hands on her thighs, just staring at him when she decided to put a hand out for him to grab. ”Here, let me help you.” When he didn’t grab it Beninga bent over and work his arm around her shoulder, lifting him slowly off the ground. Once she had him up and his legs were stable, with her assistance, the two of them hobbled their way back to Beninga’s ‘home’.
Kneeling she crawled alongside it until she found the ventilation grate and with great effort began to tug at the lid. The owners never be bothered to put screws on it, but the years of neglect left it increasingly rusted. Eventually she was able to pry it off and turned back to the box, holding within everything she owned, and slowly slid it into the vent. It had barely fit, scraping the sides and crinkling a bit as it went. Placing the cover back over the opening Beninga got back up and slowly worked her way to the edge. From there she listened the shouting match and against her better judgement she peered around the corner, just in time to watch one boy to get knocked around by the others. For several minutes she stood there, watching, as the small boy was kicked and punched and flinched with almost every hit. She stayed there a few minutes longer after the others left, to be sure they wouldn’t return before walking towards the fallen kid. Her heart was hurting on his behalf. She knew all too well how it felt to be the one laid out afterall she had more than once been the victim of the very same group, among others.
When she got close enough to see him she saw that his face swollen and bloody and almost couldn’t tell that his eyes were open. Cautiously Beninga walked around until she was in front of him and bent over to look into his,
”Are you ok?” She stood there for a second with her hands on her thighs, just staring at him when she decided to put a hand out for him to grab. ”Here, let me help you.” When he didn’t grab it Beninga bent over and work his arm around her shoulder, lifting him slowly off the ground. Once she had him up and his legs were stable, with her assistance, the two of them hobbled their way back to Beninga’s ‘home’.
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Beninga winced at the sting in her hands. She could feel the blisters growing and burning on her finger tips against the rough stone floor. About half the kitchen was cleaned now, with only a few feet left to go and Beninga couldn’t have been happier to see it done. It seemed as though she had been scrubbing the floor all day which had caused her wrists and knees to ache from the uncomfortable position. However she knew it could’ve been worse, her mother had cleaned the rest of the small apartment from top to bottom by herself, the young girl couldn’t imagine the aches and pains she endured while doing so. And she did it without a single complaint. So, Beninga decided that if her mother could do all that then she didn’t have the right to complain with just the kitchen. She only hoped that the two of them could get the daunting task of cleaning the entire house done in time.
See, early this morning Beninga’s father had taken her two younger sisters to the market saying he expected to return to a spotless house. In the Cagyli household, Father’s words were law and the consequences were often severe when disobeyed. The worst of which were received by Beninga’s mother Magdalene. Beninga knew that she had to do her best so as to spare not only herself, but her mother and siblings as well. So, with a wince she quietly wringed out the worn out rag and set to emptying the suds bucket. Seconds later the tell-tale screech of the rusty door hinges rang throughout the house followed quickly by Beninga’s toddler sisters.
“Beninga,” Her father Leon’s voice came ominously behind her. Loaded with apprehension Beninga turned around to face him and felt her heart crash when she saw the muddy footprints across her freshly cleaned floor. “Is this clean you!?” He stepped towards her, raising his arm. It wouldn’t matter that it had been clean before Esta walked over it. Beninga closed her eyes, bracing herself for the blow, and it took only a moment to realise that the loud smack had not made contact with her. Instead she saw her mother sprawled on the floor opposite side of the burly man, with a large red sting across her cheek.
Immediately tears pour down her face, choking on them as she tried not to make a sound lest it draw his attention. As slowly and quietly she could Beninga grabbed her twin sisters, Esta & Arlie, and pulled them into their parent’s bedroom. Once there she grabbed her infant brother and the four of them sat in the corner of the dark room while sobbing in chorus with the screams and smacks from the other room. It had seemed like hours that they stayed there when at last their fathers loud footsteps could be heard approaching.
“DON’T YOU TOUCH THEM!” Their mother’s screech could’ve been heard for miles, though the deafening bang that followed would easily drown it out, followed by a wet and heavy thud. Beninga covered her sisters’ mouths, stifling the screams they had tried to let go and held them tighter while Helmer hung to her neck. After that, all sound had ceased in the small shack.
Then, they must of stayed in that position for at least day when they finally heard the door open again. Despite her attempts Beninga could not stop Helmer’s cries of hunger from being heard, and squinted hard as the light flooded through the bedroom door as it opened.
“Found them!” A dapper looking man in a black suit hollered to another who quickly joined him.
“Poor things,” The second man muttered as he approached the huddle of children and, with minimal coaxing, managed to take Helmer in his arms. While the other struggled to carry the twin girls. Turning away they both walked away as Beninga chased after them, hitting and protesting as much she could.
“Don’t worry they’re all going to be put somewhere nice, little lady,” The first man, sisters in hand, tried to assure her.
“What about me?” The tears feel harder than Beninga could remember as she stared angrily at the man. Like most young children Beninga felt an immeasurable guilt and blame for what could never have been her fault.
“Sorry,” The man’s eyes looked wet as he seemed to struggle with a lump in his throat, “But the orphanage says you’re too big little lady,” A third and forth man came and grabbed the twins and separated them two cars. Which Beninga tragically noticed that Helmer had occupied neither. “Good luck kid,” The man tipped his head and returned to his own car and left.
After the cars dispersed Beninga immediately caught the gaze of the dozen or so neighbours and passerbys that were watching the debacle. Slowly, she went back inside and started cleaning the bloody stain left in the hallway. Not half a day later, however, the Landlady arrived and promptly informed that she had to leave. Graciously, the woman allowed her a few precious belongings before sending her out. A tattered dress and a small pouch that held some scraps of food created a strange image against the brilliantly coloured, though slightly rusted, pendant her mother once owned.
That was nearly a year ago now and Beninga’s fortune had changed very little. Since then she had fashioned herself some cloth shoes and a wrap meant for carrying items around waist. She still had the same raggedy dress, though it had significantly more patchwork and hardly reached her knees now, as well her mother’s pendant despite no longer wearing it. Instead she kept it securely within the make-shift wrap.
Like this, she walked the slums of Helholm living mostly on petty thievery and the occasional generous civilian. Today, it was going to be cunning that fed Beninga her dinner. Scoping the area Beninga quickly found her target, a young well-to-do woman who was clearly with child. It would be easy to tug at her heartstrings surely. Not wanting to miss her chance, Beninga approached her with most sullen face she could manage.
”Uhm.. ‘scuse me miss..” Beninga tugged lightly on her petticoat causing the woman to look down, alrighty the pity was palpable on her face, “Sorry, but mightn’t you have some bread? I’m soo hungry…” Beninga clutched her nearly concave stomach to emphasize her point. It’s not like she was lying after all. The young woman put a hand over her mouth, as if holding back a cry, and immediately went into her petticoat and pulled out a medium sized wrapping.
“Here sweetheart,” The woman carefully placed it in her hand and gave her a small hug before turning to go.
“God bless you miss!” Beninga shouted after her, waving excitedly. Street like her had it incredibly hard, often going days without food and having access to only the most deplorable water sources. It became very dog eat dog, and most took whatever advantage they could. Beninga was not different and was very aware of how being a small girl made her begging that much easier. Girls were seen as delicate and fragile, so pity for them came easily to most, while boys were often berated for not working at the many factories in Helholm. Fact was, most of them did but it was far too easy for bosses to get away with shortchanging.
After she as sure the woman was out of sight, Beninga went into a break-neck speed towards an small alleyway. Whatever was in the wrapping was heavy and she knew that the moment she was spotted with such a grand prize, it become a free for all. And, while being a small girl made begging easy, it made keeping the prize much harder. Once she found her familiar corner of the alley, complete with a mouldy rug and water-logged box full of her belongings that couldn’t be easily carried, Beninga made herself comfortable and started carefully unwrapping. In a minute or so the beautifully decorated wrapper had been removed, revealing at least half of a sponge cake.
Smartly, Beninga split it into portions and re-wrapped the rest for later and started on her feast.
Beninga winced at the sting in her hands. She could feel the blisters growing and burning on her finger tips against the rough stone floor. About half the kitchen was cleaned now, with only a few feet left to go and Beninga couldn’t have been happier to see it done. It seemed as though she had been scrubbing the floor all day which had caused her wrists and knees to ache from the uncomfortable position. However she knew it could’ve been worse, her mother had cleaned the rest of the small apartment from top to bottom by herself, the young girl couldn’t imagine the aches and pains she endured while doing so. And she did it without a single complaint. So, Beninga decided that if her mother could do all that then she didn’t have the right to complain with just the kitchen. She only hoped that the two of them could get the daunting task of cleaning the entire house done in time.
See, early this morning Beninga’s father had taken her two younger sisters to the market saying he expected to return to a spotless house. In the Cagyli household, Father’s words were law and the consequences were often severe when disobeyed. The worst of which were received by Beninga’s mother Magdalene. Beninga knew that she had to do her best so as to spare not only herself, but her mother and siblings as well. So, with a wince she quietly wringed out the worn out rag and set to emptying the suds bucket. Seconds later the tell-tale screech of the rusty door hinges rang throughout the house followed quickly by Beninga’s toddler sisters.
“Beninga,” Her father Leon’s voice came ominously behind her. Loaded with apprehension Beninga turned around to face him and felt her heart crash when she saw the muddy footprints across her freshly cleaned floor. “Is this clean you!?” He stepped towards her, raising his arm. It wouldn’t matter that it had been clean before Esta walked over it. Beninga closed her eyes, bracing herself for the blow, and it took only a moment to realise that the loud smack had not made contact with her. Instead she saw her mother sprawled on the floor opposite side of the burly man, with a large red sting across her cheek.
Immediately tears pour down her face, choking on them as she tried not to make a sound lest it draw his attention. As slowly and quietly she could Beninga grabbed her twin sisters, Esta & Arlie, and pulled them into their parent’s bedroom. Once there she grabbed her infant brother and the four of them sat in the corner of the dark room while sobbing in chorus with the screams and smacks from the other room. It had seemed like hours that they stayed there when at last their fathers loud footsteps could be heard approaching.
“DON’T YOU TOUCH THEM!” Their mother’s screech could’ve been heard for miles, though the deafening bang that followed would easily drown it out, followed by a wet and heavy thud. Beninga covered her sisters’ mouths, stifling the screams they had tried to let go and held them tighter while Helmer hung to her neck. After that, all sound had ceased in the small shack.
Then, they must of stayed in that position for at least day when they finally heard the door open again. Despite her attempts Beninga could not stop Helmer’s cries of hunger from being heard, and squinted hard as the light flooded through the bedroom door as it opened.
“Found them!” A dapper looking man in a black suit hollered to another who quickly joined him.
“Poor things,” The second man muttered as he approached the huddle of children and, with minimal coaxing, managed to take Helmer in his arms. While the other struggled to carry the twin girls. Turning away they both walked away as Beninga chased after them, hitting and protesting as much she could.
“Don’t worry they’re all going to be put somewhere nice, little lady,” The first man, sisters in hand, tried to assure her.
“What about me?” The tears feel harder than Beninga could remember as she stared angrily at the man. Like most young children Beninga felt an immeasurable guilt and blame for what could never have been her fault.
“Sorry,” The man’s eyes looked wet as he seemed to struggle with a lump in his throat, “But the orphanage says you’re too big little lady,” A third and forth man came and grabbed the twins and separated them two cars. Which Beninga tragically noticed that Helmer had occupied neither. “Good luck kid,” The man tipped his head and returned to his own car and left.
After the cars dispersed Beninga immediately caught the gaze of the dozen or so neighbours and passerbys that were watching the debacle. Slowly, she went back inside and started cleaning the bloody stain left in the hallway. Not half a day later, however, the Landlady arrived and promptly informed that she had to leave. Graciously, the woman allowed her a few precious belongings before sending her out. A tattered dress and a small pouch that held some scraps of food created a strange image against the brilliantly coloured, though slightly rusted, pendant her mother once owned.
That was nearly a year ago now and Beninga’s fortune had changed very little. Since then she had fashioned herself some cloth shoes and a wrap meant for carrying items around waist. She still had the same raggedy dress, though it had significantly more patchwork and hardly reached her knees now, as well her mother’s pendant despite no longer wearing it. Instead she kept it securely within the make-shift wrap.
Like this, she walked the slums of Helholm living mostly on petty thievery and the occasional generous civilian. Today, it was going to be cunning that fed Beninga her dinner. Scoping the area Beninga quickly found her target, a young well-to-do woman who was clearly with child. It would be easy to tug at her heartstrings surely. Not wanting to miss her chance, Beninga approached her with most sullen face she could manage.
”Uhm.. ‘scuse me miss..” Beninga tugged lightly on her petticoat causing the woman to look down, alrighty the pity was palpable on her face, “Sorry, but mightn’t you have some bread? I’m soo hungry…” Beninga clutched her nearly concave stomach to emphasize her point. It’s not like she was lying after all. The young woman put a hand over her mouth, as if holding back a cry, and immediately went into her petticoat and pulled out a medium sized wrapping.
“Here sweetheart,” The woman carefully placed it in her hand and gave her a small hug before turning to go.
“God bless you miss!” Beninga shouted after her, waving excitedly. Street like her had it incredibly hard, often going days without food and having access to only the most deplorable water sources. It became very dog eat dog, and most took whatever advantage they could. Beninga was not different and was very aware of how being a small girl made her begging that much easier. Girls were seen as delicate and fragile, so pity for them came easily to most, while boys were often berated for not working at the many factories in Helholm. Fact was, most of them did but it was far too easy for bosses to get away with shortchanging.
After she as sure the woman was out of sight, Beninga went into a break-neck speed towards an small alleyway. Whatever was in the wrapping was heavy and she knew that the moment she was spotted with such a grand prize, it become a free for all. And, while being a small girl made begging easy, it made keeping the prize much harder. Once she found her familiar corner of the alley, complete with a mouldy rug and water-logged box full of her belongings that couldn’t be easily carried, Beninga made herself comfortable and started carefully unwrapping. In a minute or so the beautifully decorated wrapper had been removed, revealing at least half of a sponge cake.
Smartly, Beninga split it into portions and re-wrapped the rest for later and started on her feast.
Kindly post your character sheet here. :)
Female
Family:
Bennie was born into a poor family that barely scraped through life. Her father, Leon had an explosive-yet well hidden-temper and maybe as a result of marrying young, having 4 kids, or mounting debts, he often took it out on his wife. One fateful summers eve Bennie had tried to stop yet another fight and took a heavy blow in the crossfire. Angry at her intrusion Leon turned his anger to her and unable to suffer more beatings or bear witness to her childrens, Magdalene went for her husbands gun and ended his cruelty for good. When the sound of horses inevitably followed the gunshot Magdalene, with tears in her eyes, left the one-room shack and tried to run. Unfortunately she didn't make it far when the policeman caught up to her and was swiftly sentenced to prison for murder. The day after the trial several stern looking people dressed in black came and took the 3 younger children to state care, old enough to work Bennie was left to fend for herself. #c89594
*(beh-NIN-ya)
** (KUH-gehll-ee)
Beninga "Bennie" Cagyli
Female
Family:
FATHER Leon, 32 - deceased
MOTHER Magdalene, 28 - alive, in prison
TWIN SISTERS Esta & Arlie, 3 - alive, in orphanages
BROTHER Helmer, 8mnths - alive, adopted
Bennie was born into a poor family that barely scraped through life. Her father, Leon had an explosive-yet well hidden-temper and maybe as a result of marrying young, having 4 kids, or mounting debts, he often took it out on his wife. One fateful summers eve Bennie had tried to stop yet another fight and took a heavy blow in the crossfire. Angry at her intrusion Leon turned his anger to her and unable to suffer more beatings or bear witness to her childrens, Magdalene went for her husbands gun and ended his cruelty for good. When the sound of horses inevitably followed the gunshot Magdalene, with tears in her eyes, left the one-room shack and tried to run. Unfortunately she didn't make it far when the policeman caught up to her and was swiftly sentenced to prison for murder. The day after the trial several stern looking people dressed in black came and took the 3 younger children to state care, old enough to work Bennie was left to fend for herself. #c89594
*(beh-NIN-ya)
** (KUH-gehll-ee)
Helholm, Whoylande
Welcome to Helholm! Capital of Whoylande, famous for her brilliant architecture and considerable wealth. A hundred years ago Helhom, and Whoylande as a whole, was in the midst of a great depression and was easily the poorest country within the Xaporan Union. Since then however, there has been a new King and Prime Minister and together they revived the Whoylande. And, of it's cities and towns Helholm stood to gain the most. Through a rigorous regiment and expansive budget King Ulysses and Prime Minister Sol saw to the invention of Whoylande's greatest accomplishment: Steam engineering. In less than a generation the life of Whoylande's wealthy and lower class was completely overhauled. Factories began popping up at every corner as mass production became increasingly necessary, and with a surplus of items came a surplus of shops and markets, creating an abundance of jobs and opportunities. Overtime the working class emerged, wealthy enough to own small shops and homes, but unable to create large empires akin to the rich and noble. And, as they always do, the rich and noble only became richer and nobler. Stories of multi-national corporations, and comfortable lives filled with culture and recreation quickly became the norm.
This is not one of those stories.
Don't worry about it, I understand that life can be a little hectic at times :)
Aha, we're turning the scientists into quite the villains I must say. XD
I like that idea though. I think that Jimmy would very adamently refuse her request... so maybe once she's left alone she could sneak into the village area thing? Aeson will be like "Wuh?" and I'm sure the others will be all kinds of not having it.
I like that idea though. I think that Jimmy would very adamently refuse her request... so maybe once she's left alone she could sneak into the village area thing? Aeson will be like "Wuh?" and I'm sure the others will be all kinds of not having it.
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