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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 18:29:04 GMT
After L had introduced himself, Izabel decided to tell him her name. "Izabel," she said, voice slightly monotoned, but not dulled. "Nice to meet you, Watari." She then greeted politely, then glanced over at L, still unsure whether to be completely trustful of this man. The thought faded overtime, eventually, and she probably would gradually become acceptant of the man and this building. She then turned to L, and asked in a hushed tone, "Did you know where this place was at first?" Perhaps he was aiming for the two to eventually find their way here; and if not, either way, it was a pretty smart idea, even if they just happened to stumble upon the orphanage whilst looking for the church.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 18:44:38 GMT
L whispered back, "Nope, but I knew we'd be relatively safe here." Soon, Watari led them to their dormitories. "This is the boy's room," he said, and then motioned to the room across the hall, "and the girl's." Each had many beds inside, each occupied with a child, except for a few at the back of each. L glanced towards Izabel, a little reluctant to leave her side. "See you tomorrow," he muttered, planning to find her as soon as he woke up. He didn't particularly like being around other people whom he didn't know, especially ones that he hadn't actually met yet, consciously, as these boys were all sleeping. L took the bed on the end closest to the window, and tucked himself in.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 18:51:57 GMT
She nodded in response, then followed after Watari along with L. Listening to the man, she tilted her head at L before glancing over at the girl's', then averted her eyes back to him. "Bye," she said, a slight frown forming, though she was also hoping to see him tomorrow as soon as she could find him. Izabel wasn't shy (seeing as they were all asleep, anyways), though she didn't like the idea of not knowing anyone in the room. Eventually, she supposed, she might speak to them. The Natural walked into the room as quietly as she could, taking to the bed which was furthest from the rest of the children, then laying atop the covers and sheets, not bothering to put them over hersellf.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 20:54:30 GMT
*timeskip to morning* L awoke very early, but soon chaos ensued. Once the other boys were awake, they took notice of him. Some of the older ones asked what his name was, but L wouldn't talk to them. The younger children, ones who still used diapers, were playing with toys, but mostly just putting them in their toothless mouths and successfully soaking them in saliva. Other children were running around, screaming at each other whilst they played tag around the crowded room, which now had things strewn all over the floor. L just sat on the windowsill, looking into the dreary, gray morning of Winchester. Outside, people were busy trying to get to their jobs, and many were in cars or carriages. Soon L couldn't stand the constant noise of the other children, though he wished them well as he hastily exited the large room. He dared to poke his head into the girls' room, as their door was also open. A few of them yelled playfully at him in slightly off-unison, "No boys allowed!" with three huge smiles. L could only crane his neck to look for Izabela. He wasn't even sure what she was to him. She was a good person, granted, but it was odd having someone by his side. He had never had friends, and hadn't planned on it. He would consider her a companion, then; an acquaintance.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 21:09:14 GMT
Izabel woke up within a matter of minutes, both because it was morning, and for the fact of the now awake children's voices filling the room. Grunting, she closed her eyes tightly again, wishing to will the annoyingly curious people away. Only then she realized she wasn't sure when or how she'd see L again; for he was the only one she knew properly. Not wanting to converse with the others just yet, she quietly made her way to the door, passing the chatting children without a word. Once she did, immediately she had seen L by the doorway; perhaps he was looking for her too? Her lips curled into a small smile, and so she entered the hallway. "Hey," she started, "how are you?" Without the coldness making her teeth clatter, her voice sounded much more steady now.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 21:24:46 GMT
L finally saw Izabel appear from the mass of girls as she made her way towards him. "Fine. Maybe they'll have breakfast downstairs? I'm hungry," he muttered, taking the initiative and finding the stairs. Once he was at the bottom of the stairs, he explored down the other hallway and to a breakfast area, where there sat a very large table, each with a plate and cutlery laying in their respectful places. There was no food out yet, and only a worker lady could be seen from a slightly ajar doorway to the left. To the right was another large window with sunlight pouring inside of the room like warm milk.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 21:36:42 GMT
Izabel nodded; though she wasn't all that entirely hungry. She followed after L, stepping down the stairs until the large table had came into view. Her green, bright eyes curiously scanned the area, from the staircase to the walls and windows, until her gaze eventually flickered back to L. "It's kind of nice here," the Caster said, both talking to herself and him, "kinda weird, though. Not sure I like orphanages so much." Though she couldn't exactly complain; that man hade taken them in last night, though she still wasn't sure about her view on it all still. She wondered if L had liked this place or not, after all. After all, Izabel wasn't so sure how they'd deal with the fact she was a Caster at all, and naturally, Casters were meant to blend in amongst Mortal's (to a certain extent.)
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 21:53:25 GMT
L nodded, "I suppose as long as we are safe, then it's alright here." Almost as soon as L said that, children from upstairs started to flood in, taking any available seat. Just before they did though, L saved a couple of seats for himself and Izabel, successfully avoiding having to find a seat next to foreign, snot-nosed 3-year-olds. Soon, the young woman from inside of the kitchen came out and served everybody oatmeal and strawberries, along with some milk. L didn't care for the oatmeal much, but was very hungry. He ate everything he was given, and wasn't even quite full after that, but he didn't complain.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 22:06:29 GMT
She sat down in the chair beside L, thanking him for saving her the seat, then turned her attention to the food in front of her. Oatmeal, strawberries, and milk. She touched the glass of milk gingerly, then picked it up and brought it to her lips to sip. After doing so, and nearly finishing most of the drink, she began eating the oatmeal and strawberries, and within the next several minutes she had finished eating, and so sighed. The oatmeal was decent, very much, but it wasn't the most appealing of foods to her. Izabel's gaze flickered from across the table to L, seeing he had finished she just gave him a light nod, as if greeting him. "So," she said, resting her shoulder on the table, "What do you think we should do today?" She wasn't sure she wanted to make friends with the younger children, so she refrained from getting in their path, and decided on just staying around with L.
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 19, 2016 23:20:42 GMT
L answered, "Maybe we should explore around the property..." He shifted his feet, sitting in the strange, crouched position in his chair instead of sitting normally. He did this because he found that it increased his cognitive ability by almost 40%, so he did it constantly. He almost didn't want to explore because he would have to wear shoes, but that would be silly. He didn't like them, though; his own shoes were shredded from constant usage, and he didn't like things over his feet, for whatever reason was a blur to the boy.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 19, 2016 23:42:43 GMT
Rising from where she was sitting, she nodded, pushing the chair in neatly. "Yeah, sure, why not." It was a decent idea, really; she did like the outdoors any ways. Perhaps once they were slightly away from the intensely crowded room, she could ask him a few more questions, like how he had ended up alone; though that may not be a good idea due to triggering memories, but then again, she often was slightly insensitive to these things. So she just decided to converse a little instead. And so, Taking the latter to do so, she nodded at L. "I'll meet you outside."
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 0:05:51 GMT
"Okay," L said, unsure of what to do before he went with Izabel. He walked outside of the dining room and outside, remembering the cold from last night at the sight of the piles of snow on the front lawn. He would have gotten a jacket to ward off the winter winds, but didn't own one. Instead, with his shoes on, L trudged into the ankle-deep snow after Izabel.
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 0:14:27 GMT
She had laced her boots on, then walked out of the dining room to the outside to L. It was a distinctly different setting today, from whereas last night their was roaring winds and immense amounts of snowfall, though the snow was definitely a sign of that it had truly happened. Izabel sighed, glancing back at L as her boots pressed against the snow. "So, what, y'know, got you here in this situation, any way?"
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Post by Paddfoot on Mar 20, 2016 0:24:19 GMT
L sighed, seeing the day anew- it was still a little dreary looking, cloud-wise, but a speck of blue could be seen through a few clouds, and then the sun. It shone on the snow in a glare, making the morning look truly spectacular. L paused for a moment at Izabel's question, unsure if he should tell her what had happened. A few weeks ago, before L had ventured to Winchester, his parents were alive. They were very kind people, and loved L so much that it hurt. They didn't have a lot of money, but they always seemed to want to do everything they could for L. His father, Daniel, was a painter, and also played violin for spare money. His mother, Allie, was half Japanese, and taught him when he was little, so L was fluent in the language, along with a little bit in some others like French. She was a hostess at the local diner and was a very happy woman. Allover, they were content with their lives. When L's father got caught in a dispute with a man whom he hadn't seen in ages, he was a little scared because the man had followed him around town, but never for long. Eventually, he had followed Daniel to the house that L's family lived in. Daniel told his L and wife to hide, but it was too late, for the man barged in the house with one other man and shot L's mother and father right before his eyes. L was only spared because when the men were occupied with L's parents, the boy was quick enough to hide in a cupboard. Once the men had gone, L crawled out and grieved for his parents before leaving. He knew he couldn't stay, and didn't want to be around when the police got there. "...they were killed," L said plainly once his thought session was over. "What about you?"
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Post by duchannes on Mar 20, 2016 0:48:40 GMT
Izabel nodded as he spoke, though slightly frowned at his words, feeling empathetic for him. "Oh, I see..I'm sorry.." she said, voice both polite and soft, though she slightly trailed off before speaking once more, "and actually, it's not exactly like that." She wasn't sure how to explain this directly, to someone who's probably never even heard nor made contact of with the Tunnels. "I'm just..lost, yeah. Let's put it at that." It was hard to explain, for she probably shouldn't have gone into the Tunnels at all, and that summed up how she got here. Being lost, and a fool, generally. Although, she were surprised the Tunnels extended even to here, and she only had realized she probably should not have snuck off in any means. She didn't want to abandon L, but she knew that this was the perfect opportunity to sneak around to look for a 'Door,' if there were any here, at all. It was mostly all a blur when she did end up here, any ways - especially with the immense snowfall, and the darkness of the Tunnels. Boy, she should have listened to her family, and she may not have been here. Snapping herself back into reality, she was glancing down at the late snow piles, averting her eyes to the sky. "Yeah. Anyways, I'm glad I met you," that was honesty, at least the most she could muster, for if she hadn't found L on the streets, perhaps she would never had found someplace to stay warm for the night (since she was too young to precisely control her powers just yet), and she was finding herself at an awkward pause. Did she even belong in an orphanage? Oh well, nobody needed to know that just yet. (( wow i can actually imagine younger Sarafine sneaking off to go explore the Tunnels and somehow end up in England XDD also wowo the personality change here from sar to izabel is incredible ))
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