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Hi there :D

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She's so cuteeeeeee


XD Thanks! :P
Going to wait for Moss and the others to get on :) Kind of need Aya for the next part XD
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Vera turned her glare to Destin. "Look, Destin... This isn't the best atmosphere for talking things out. Just come back to the Brom camp and she won't get hurt," she warned, gesturaing to Aya.


Destin shakes his head. "I'm not going back there!" He looks painfully at Aya. "Please, I've made my decision. I want to stay here. At least I'll be somewhere I don't feel horrible for healing people..." He looks back at Vera, years in his eyes. "Elauna's going to take over as healer, just...let me leave!"
Ptelea swings the makeshift swing gently. It was pretty much a board tied to a tree. Her right eye was swollen and bruised. she looks up at the sky and gasps. It was getting late.
She runs inside as quietly, but as quickly as she could. She had to get going if she hoped to be home before dark. She tiptoes past the kitchen where 4 kids were arguing and throwing things. Dinner would be late again.
She goes into her room where she shared with 3 other kids. One was asleep on their bed, snoring loudly. Ptelea mostly slept outside or behind the couch. It was quieter and easier than sleeping with loud kids. She goes over to her cubby and pulls out a piece of drawing paper and a marker. She'd have to make the card as she went. She also grabs her bike helmet and backpack.
Shoving the marker and paper into the pack, she runs downstairs, smack into an older boy. He smirks and grabs the front of her shirt. "Hey pterodactyl, I noticed you havent cleaned my room yet." He sneers and pulls her off the ground. "I told you to clean my fucking room or I'd hit you again. I guess now you're going to get a matching left eye, huh?"
Ptelea squeaks. "P...please! I just have to go somewhere real quick! I'll be back soon I promise!" She pleads with the older boy.
"Uh huh, that's what you said last time." He raises a hand to punch her.
Ptelea squeals and swings her helmet which hits his cheek. In shock, he drops her and growls. "Bitch!"
She runs around him, heading away from the house, throwing down her helmet. There was no way to get to the bike now.
"I'll get you for this !" He shouts at her.
She runs through the grassy field at the edge of the property, heading for the road. She sighs, glancing back. The boy had gone inside, as expected. He never chased her. But he would be there when she got back...
She sighs softly. She would also be late now. She would have made it home on time if she could use her bike. But having to walk meant she'd be an hour late. Which meant no dinner.
Again.
Her stomach growls as though realizing that. With tears in her eyes, she walks down the road, heading towards the main town.
The hospital wasn't too far away, only about 2 miles. But the road wasn't safe to walk on, so she had to cut through a part of the forest to get there.

An hour later, Ptelea stands outside the hospital. She looks up at it and gulps. She hoped the nice nurse would be there again. She snuck her in to see Dem every Friday night. It was a fun little ritual.
She quickly heads inside, making sure to keep her head up. At the check in desk, the nice nurse was in fact there. Seeing ptelea, she waves the girl over. "Darling! You got hurt again." She says gently.
Ptelea nods. "Yeah. I hate that place." She never bothered to lie to the nurse. The nurse got it.
"I'll send you home with some ice after your visit." The nurse promises.
Ptelea smiles softly and nods. "How is he doing today?"
"Not too good...The doctors informed him yesterday that his arm is not fixable. He can't make a fist, can barely write, and the elbow's bone is completely out of sorts. They have to break it sometime next week and reset it completely."
Ptelea's jaw drops. How could it have been that bad!?
The nurse squeezes her arm. "C'mon, I'll show you to him." She leads Ptelea down the halland into a room.
inside a boy lay on a bed, watching cartoons.
"Dem!" Ptelea runs over and throws her arms around him, sobbing instantly.
Dem blinks and pats her back. "You're late." He says simply.
"Yeah. I couldn't get to my bike...again." Ptelea sighs, setting a head on his chest.
Dem rubs her back slightly. "Yeah, well. Your life sucks, and mine does too. Gotta deal with it."
Ptelea shrugs and looks at the TV. "What'cha watching."
"My little pony. Only shit that's any good right now."
"That's a kid's show!" Ptelea giggles.
"I am allowed to be a kid if I want to." Dem syas carefully.
Ptelea, getting that he was in a bad mood, shut up. She crawls into the bed and lays next to him, hugging his arm.
Dem doesn't say anything until the show ends. "Wish I could teach that boy some manners for hitting you."
"Yeah well. Life sucks." Ptelea grins at him.
Dem chuckles and ruffles her hair. "You cut your hair again?"
Ptelea looks down. "They put gum in it. Again. I hate that place."
Dem huffs. "You need to get a knife and stab anyone who messes with you."
"I'm missing dinner again. I don;t want to get into more trouble."
Dem rolls his eyes. "Idiot girl. Stop visiting me."
Ptelea shakes her head firmly. "I'm never going to stop." She smiles.
Dem scoffs and pushes his plate to her. Half a sandwich remained and a couple spoonfuls of rice. "Here, finish my dinner for me. I lost my appetite."
Ptelea nods and digs in, eating the food hungrily. She finishes it and smiles. "Thanks Dem."
Dem chuckles. "No problem kid."
Ptelea pulls out the piece of paper and sets it on the tray by the plate. She begins drawing on it with the marker.
Dem turns his attention back to the TV as the next episode comes on. He hums the theme song, glancing at the girl from time to time.
Even with all the shit in her life, she was the sweetest person he knew.
"Done!" Ptelea smiles and hands him the drawing. "Its me, you, Ambrose, and Fabine!"
Dem's smile fades. "You're a brat." He says sharply, taking the drawing. "Didn't even draw Fabine well enough. He's taller than me."
"Well I like you better." Ptelea argues and goes to put the picture on the wall. "I miss Ambrose and you miss Fabine. You don't get to be mad." She says firmly, taping the corners of the picture, where he could see it.
Dem shrugs. "You should head out kiddo. Hours are almost over."
Ptelea sighs and hugs him. "Love you Dem. I'll see you next week, k?"
Dem nods and kisses the top of her head. "Stay safe girly. Don't be pushing buttons."
The two say goodbuye and Ptelea leaves, heading back to the foster home that she had lived in for 4 years.


PTELEA POST :D
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Leo snorted and frowned at Xavier. "Where you going?"


"To find you someone to meet of course." Xavier snorts.
@Fionraella @Hawksnest565

Vera watched all the chaos unfold but kept a firm hold on the Rabin leader. She had remained calm and cold for the most part, but couldn't help her eyes widening when Destin rejected the Broms. She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes, praying that this was simply a joke. I definitely didn't come all this way to look like a fool and lose our treacherous healer, she thought bitterly. She shook her head fiercely. He's being ridiculous. We just need to bring him home and he'll snap out of it. Vera eyed all of the Rabins that had arrived suspiciously, but felt comfortable with the hostage in her arms.


Fabine steps back next to Vera. "Seriously stop standing there like a fool. Give me orders or we both die." He hisses, getting irritated. The more time he spent glancing at the Rabins, the more seemed to appear. He growls a bit, holding his knife out at one that was getting too close again.
Name of character: Ptelea

Your name (nickname), only if something other than your screen name: Fionraella

Age: 9
Gender: Female
Appearance: Medium height young girl with light brown-red hair. She keeps her hair cut shorter because of many reasons, once of which being it makes her look like her brother who she misses dearly. She has hazel eyes and many scars.
Personality: Sweetest girl ever. Never gets into arguments, listens well. Great conversationalist. She's very caring and sweet. She is a bit of a pushover, but she can be stubborn. She rarely cries, able to be strong enough to take care of herself. She's good at not letting other people's emotions affect her. She likes to read and is smarter than most people.
Rank: none
Group: none
Animal: Eclectus parrot
Weapon and Fighting style: N/A
Other: Brother is Ambrose. She lives in a foster home with 12 other kids, for the past 4 years. She was taken from her home when her father could no longer take care of her or Ambrose. Ambrose had left in the middle of the night, leaving her to fend for herself. She's a fairly good artist for a 9 year old.
Ptelea swings the makeshift swing gently. It was pretty much a board tied to a tree. Her right eye was swollen and bruised. she looks up at the sky and gasps. It was getting late.
She runs inside as quietly, but as quickly as she could. She had to get going if she hoped to be home before dark. She tiptoes past the kitchen where 4 kids were arguing and throwing things. Dinner would be late again.
She goes into her room where she shared with 3 other kids. One was asleep on their bed, snoring loudly. Ptelea mostly slept outside or behind the couch. It was quieter and easier than sleeping with loud kids. She goes over to her cubby and pulls out a piece of drawing paper and a marker. She'd have to make the card as she went. She also grabs her bike helmet and backpack.
Shoving the marker and paper into the pack, she runs downstairs, smack into an older boy. He smirks and grabs the front of her shirt. "Hey pterodactyl, I noticed you havent cleaned my room yet." He sneers and pulls her off the ground. "I told you to clean my fucking room or I'd hit you again. I guess now you're going to get a matching left eye, huh?"
Ptelea squeaks. "P...please! I just have to go somewhere real quick! I'll be back soon I promise!" She pleads with the older boy.
"Uh huh, that's what you said last time." He raises a hand to punch her.
Ptelea squeals and swings her helmet which hits his cheek. In shock, he drops her and growls. "Bitch!"
She runs around him, heading away from the house, throwing down her helmet. There was no way to get to the bike now.
"I'll get you for this !" He shouts at her.
She runs through the grassy field at the edge of the property, heading for the road. She sighs, glancing back. The boy had gone inside, as expected. He never chased her. But he would be there when she got back...
She sighs softly. She would also be late now. She would have made it home on time if she could use her bike. But having to walk meant she'd be an hour late. Which meant no dinner.
Again.
Her stomach growls as though realizing that. With tears in her eyes, she walks down the road, heading towards the main town.
The hospital wasn't too far away, only about 2 miles. But the road wasn't safe to walk on, so she had to cut through a part of the forest to get there.

An hour later, Ptelea stands outside the hospital. She looks up at it and gulps. She hoped the nice nurse would be there again. She snuck her in to see Dem every Friday night. It was a fun little ritual.
She quickly heads inside, making sure to keep her head up. At the check in desk, the nice nurse was in fact there. Seeing ptelea, she waves the girl over. "Darling! You got hurt again." She says gently.
Ptelea nods. "Yeah. I hate that place." She never bothered to lie to the nurse. The nurse got it.
"I'll send you home with some ice after your visit." The nurse promises.
Ptelea smiles softly and nods. "How is he doing today?"
"Not too good...The doctors informed him yesterday that his arm is not fixable. He can't make a fist, can barely write, and the elbow's bone is completely out of sorts. They have to break it sometime next week and reset it completely."
Ptelea's jaw drops. How could it have been that bad!?
The nurse squeezes her arm. "C'mon, I'll show you to him." She leads Ptelea down the halland into a room.
inside a boy lay on a bed, watching cartoons.
"Dem!" Ptelea runs over and throws her arms around him, sobbing instantly.
Dem blinks and pats her back. "You're late." He says simply.
"Yeah. I couldn't get to my bike...again." Ptelea sighs, setting a head on his chest.
Dem rubs her back slightly. "Yeah, well. Your life sucks, and mine does too. Gotta deal with it."
Ptelea shrugs and looks at the TV. "What'cha watching."
"My little pony. Only shit that's any good right now."
"That's a kid's show!" Ptelea giggles.
"I am allowed to be a kid if I want to." Dem syas carefully.
Ptelea, getting that he was in a bad mood, shut up. She crawls into the bed and lays next to him, hugging his arm.
Dem doesn't say anything until the show ends. "Wish I could teach that boy some manners for hitting you."
"Yeah well. Life sucks." Ptelea grins at him.
Dem chuckles and ruffles her hair. "You cut your hair again?"
Ptelea looks down. "They put gum in it. Again. I hate that place."
Dem huffs. "You need to get a knife and stab anyone who messes with you."
"I'm missing dinner again. I don;t want to get into more trouble."
Dem rolls his eyes. "Idiot girl. Stop visiting me."
Ptelea shakes her head firmly. "I'm never going to stop." She smiles.
Dem scoffs and pushes his plate to her. Half a sandwich remained and a couple spoonfuls of rice. "Here, finish my dinner for me. I lost my appetite."
Ptelea nods and digs in, eating the food hungrily. She finishes it and smiles. "Thanks Dem."
Dem chuckles. "No problem kid."
Ptelea pulls out the piece of paper and sets it on the tray by the plate. She begins drawing on it with the marker.
Dem turns his attention back to the TV as the next episode comes on. He hums the theme song, glancing at the girl from time to time.
Even with all the shit in her life, she was the sweetest person he knew.
"Done!" Ptelea smiles and hands him the drawing. "Its me, you, Ambrose, and Fabine!"
Dem's smile fades. "You're a brat." He says sharply, taking the drawing. "Didn't even draw Fabine well enough. He's taller than me."
"Well I like you better." Ptelea argues and goes to put the picture on the wall. "I miss Ambrose and you miss Fabine. You don't get to be mad." She says firmly, taping the corners of the picture, where he could see it.
Dem shrugs. "You should head out kiddo. Hours are almost over."
Ptelea sighs and hugs him. "Love you Dem. I'll see you next week, k?"
Dem nods and kisses the top of her head. "Stay safe girly. Don't be pushing buttons."
The two say goodbuye and Ptelea leaves, heading back to the foster home that she had lived in for 4 years.


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Misha stared at her. "What did-" She stopped herself with a shake of her head. "I mean.. I've never.. I've never done anything that intense, but I know lots of people have, so.." She shrugged uncomfortably. "It's not okay, but.. I mean, we're living in a bad place."


"Jayden got really upset at me for it. He claims it was not a justifiable killing. I disagree, so here we are." She sighs heavily. "Anyway, we should shut up now. there's the Rabin camp up ahead." She points to the small tendrils of smoke from the camp just a few minutes away.
Ptelea swings the makeshift swing gently. It was pretty much a board tied to a tree. Her right eye was swollen and bruised. she looks up at the sky and gasps. It was getting late.
She runs inside as quietly, but as quickly as she could. She had to get going if she hoped to be home before dark. She tiptoes past the kitchen where 4 kids were arguing and throwing things. Dinner would be late again.
She goes into her room where she shared with 3 other kids. One was asleep on their bed, snoring loudly. Ptelea mostly slept outside or behind the couch. It was quieter and easier than sleeping with loud kids. She goes over to her cubby and pulls out a piece of drawing paper and a marker. She'd have to make the card as she went. She also grabs her bike helmet and backpack.
Shoving the marker and paper into the pack, she runs downstairs, smack into an older boy. He smirks and grabs the front of her shirt. "Hey pterodactyl, I noticed you havent cleaned my room yet." He sneers and pulls her off the ground. "I told you to clean my fucking room or I'd hit you again. I guess now you're going to get a matching left eye, huh?"
Ptelea squeaks. "P...please! I just have to go somewhere real quick! I'll be back soon I promise!" She pleads with the older boy.
"Uh huh, that's what you said last time." He raises a hand to punch her.
Ptelea squeals and swings her helmet which hits his cheek. In shock, he drops her and growls. "Bitch!"
She runs around him, heading away from the house, throwing down her helmet. There was no way to get to the bike now.
"I'll get you for this !" He shouts at her.
She runs through the grassy field at the edge of the property, heading for the road. She sighs, glancing back. The boy had gone inside, as expected. He never chased her. But he would be there when she got back...
She sighs softly. She would also be late now. She would have made it home on time if she could use her bike. But having to walk meant she'd be an hour late. Which meant no dinner.
Again.
Her stomach growls as though realizing that. With tears in her eyes, she walks down the road, heading towards the main town.
The hospital wasn't too far away, only about 2 miles. But the road wasn't safe to walk on, so she had to cut through a part of the forest to get there.

An hour later, Ptelea stands outside the hospital. She looks up at it and gulps. She hoped the nice nurse would be there again. She snuck her in to see Dem every Friday night. It was a fun little ritual.
She quickly heads inside, making sure to keep her head up. At the check in desk, the nice nurse was in fact there. Seeing ptelea, she waves the girl over. "Darling! You got hurt again." She says gently.
Ptelea nods. "Yeah. I hate that place." She never bothered to lie to the nurse. The nurse got it.
"I'll send you home with some ice after your visit." The nurse promises.
Ptelea smiles softly and nods. "How is he doing today?"
"Not too good...The doctors informed him yesterday that his arm is not fixable. He can't make a fist, can barely write, and the elbow's bone is completely out of sorts. They have to break it sometime next week and reset it completely."
Ptelea's jaw drops. How could it have been that bad!?
The nurse squeezes her arm. "C'mon, I'll show you to him." She leads Ptelea down the halland into a room.
inside a boy lay on a bed, watching cartoons.
"Dem!" Ptelea runs over and throws her arms around him, sobbing instantly.
Dem blinks and pats her back. "You're late." He says simply.
"Yeah. I couldn't get to my bike...again." Ptelea sighs, setting a head on his chest.
Dem rubs her back slightly. "Yeah, well. Your life sucks, and mine does too. Gotta deal with it."
Ptelea shrugs and looks at the TV. "What'cha watching."
"My little pony. Only shit that's any good right now."
"That's a kid's show!" Ptelea giggles.
"I am allowed to be a kid if I want to." Dem syas carefully.
Ptelea, getting that he was in a bad mood, shut up. She crawls into the bed and lays next to him, hugging his arm.
Dem doesn't say anything until the show ends. "Wish I could teach that boy some manners for hitting you."
"Yeah well. Life sucks." Ptelea grins at him.
Dem chuckles and ruffles her hair. "You cut your hair again?"
Ptelea looks down. "They put gum in it. Again. I hate that place."
Dem huffs. "You need to get a knife and stab anyone who messes with you."
"I'm missing dinner again. I don;t want to get into more trouble."
Dem rolls his eyes. "Idiot girl. Stop visiting me."
Ptelea shakes her head firmly. "I'm never going to stop." She smiles.
Dem scoffs and pushes his plate to her. Half a sandwich remained and a couple spoonfuls of rice. "Here, finish my dinner for me. I lost my appetite."
Ptelea nods and digs in, eating the food hungrily. She finishes it and smiles. "Thanks Dem."
Dem chuckles. "No problem kid."
Ptelea pulls out the piece of paper and sets it on the tray by the plate. She begins drawing on it with the marker.
Dem turns his attention back to the TV as the next episode comes on. He hums the theme song, glancing at the girl from time to time.
Even with all the shit in her life, she was the sweetest person he knew.
"Done!" Ptelea smiles and hands him the drawing. "Its me, you, Ambrose, and Fabine!"
Dem's smile fades. "You're a brat." He says sharply, taking the drawing. "Didn't even draw Fabine well enough. He's taller than me."
"Well I like you better." Ptelea argues and goes to put the picture on the wall. "I miss Ambrose and you miss Fabine. You don't get to be mad." She says firmly, taping the corners of the picture, where he could see it.
Dem shrugs. "You should head out kiddo. Hours are almost over."
Ptelea sighs and hugs him. "Love you Dem. I'll see you next week, k?"
Dem nods and kisses the top of her head. "Stay safe girly. Don't be pushing buttons."
The two say goodbuye and Ptelea leaves, heading back to the foster home that she had lived in for 2 years.
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