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Post by Kanchana on Apr 27, 2010 3:14:25 GMT -5
The. Unnamed. Child. His hand rose, gently touching her cheek were the tears fell. He had never seen tears before, or at least not often enough to remember what they were.
“Why do you…cry?” the young boy asked, looking at the shiny tear with fascination.
The young women looked down at him and kissed his forehead lightly.
“For a reason you will never understand,” she murmured and kissed his small head once more before walking away, never turning back.
The little unnamed boy watched her leave, wondering what to do now. He was to young to understand.
That young woman, the long brown hair and bright green eyes, had been his mother. What a mother? Leaving her son, but the fault as not her own she was to young to look after him, to young to have a child. She would rather leave the child at the beach, then take him home to his abusive father.
She would continue to suffer in silence, but he at least would have a chance.
The icey blue eyes blinked, watching her go before standing up and running around. He was just a child, after all.
His arms out wide, flapping as he span in circles, spinning faster and faster until he fell into the sand.
No laughter left his mouth.
No sound came.
And none would come, for many years.
OOC: okie dokie...I has a plot...this kiddie *points at pic* has been dumped by his mother....incase u didn't understand that ^^.
He is around 2-3 years old, and doesnt understand what is happening or why he has been left.
But he does understand enough to know he has been left. Hence, he shall never speak, nor trust again.
Unless....*shrug* havent got that part out yet.
Sooo post if you want to RP with me and my little kid.
Also, he doesnt remember his name....so you have to name him....though I have to like it to hehe
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Post by Ashes on Apr 27, 2010 21:33:01 GMT -5
Julian She was walking along the shore line happy to have a home and all but she was still young almost eighteen though.She was so tired she thought so exactly why was she here then but something brought her here though. She decided it was fate and didnt know what to think exactly of it.She decided to sit down content with her life but not quite she felt like something was wrong.She stood up soon determined to find if there was anything wrong to be exact. She saw a little boy all on his own and by the look on his face she knew that his mother left him.She walked up to him and smiled gently she felt bad for the kid. She reached out with her hand and stroked his cheek in a motherly tone."whats wrong child Something seems to be wrong are you all a lone. Im Julian what is your name." Julian hoped he would talk she croutched by him.She looked worried in her eyes wondering if her theory was right his mother left him. If the mother had left him Julian couldnt stand to see anyone suffer and would probably take him in."Im not going to hurt you." She didnt want him to be afraid she wanted to see if she could gain his trust at all. she waited for him to speak up if he ever would speak up. She wondered if he even trusted anyone. She barely could afford a home for herself but if this kid needed a home she would give it to him though she would have to work extra hours to live under a roof. Attachments:
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Post by Kanchana on Apr 28, 2010 6:37:55 GMT -5
The. Unnamed. Child. The bright blue eyes lifted, hearing a voice somewhere nearby. And still, no voice left his mouth as the kind, young lady spoke to him. He did not answer the question, rather stood once more, running in continuse circles.
The arms flung out wide, spinning faster and faster until falling to the ground once more.
He looked up, eyes wide as he felt the hand on his cheek. The soft motherly touch made him stare.
Who was this lady? Coming up and talking, touching him.
He shrugged, he didn't understand nor know his own name, before running off towards the water.
Silent as ever.
OOC: ick soz...its hard writing without speaking..hehe
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Post by Ashes on Apr 28, 2010 8:23:33 GMT -5
Julian
The little boy woldnt speak it soon came to her he was mute. She couldnt blame him for that what ever had happened it caused him to go mute.She watched as he ran to the sea but for some reason she had motherly instincts and ran after him."Its okay Child do you want a home I surely could give it to you." She reached out her hand and took his."whatever had happened to you well it must of been bad I wouldnt leave a little boy behind. Even if Im to young but no matter I wouldnt leave anyone to suffer.since you wont tell me your name I will call you Jordan. Come on now if you want a home if you stay you will probably get sick and die and I cant let happen can we."
She sighed she was barging into his life but he would more likely die he was so young to be able to thrive on his own.She didnt care anymore if he didnt want to exactly he would thank her for it one day."I know I aint your mother but a mere stranger but in the long run I will be your mother if you need one."
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Post by Kanchana on Apr 29, 2010 3:19:48 GMT -5
The. Unnamed. Child.
~Jordan~ The voice seemed to mush together, the words stop making sense long before. But the blue eyed beauty blinked down at the hands together.
Who was this woman? It confused him greatly, was she his new mother?
His confused gaze lifted, meeting her encouraging smile.
Jordan? Who was Jordan. But then he relized and nodded to himself, smiling slightly.
He was Jordan.
His little hand gripped hers tightly, not daring to let go. He couldn't lose her again could he?
OOC: love the name! hehe Jordan....wats her last name?
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Post by Ashes on Apr 29, 2010 18:03:33 GMT -5
Julian
She smiled gently at the child unsure if she should do this but there was no turning back. and she wouldnt ever leave him like whoever left him anyways in her opinion.She took his hand confidently in hers and to her surprise he was light.She needed to get home quickly though and the fastest way was to pick him up since he was still light.She felt something some strong connection could she be loving this child like her own child already was it even possible.She was leading him towards her apartment that she would give him the spare room. She hesitantly picked him up as she suspected he was light."We're almost home."
ooc;Baker
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Post by Kanchana on Apr 30, 2010 5:11:57 GMT -5
The. Now. Named. Child. There was no protest as she picked him up, instead he clung to the stranger showing no signs of letting go.
She held him, and yet his hand still sought hers to hold.
No words left his mouth, but he snuggled into her neck, his face burried into her hair and sighed, refusing to watch the outside world.
He was to young to understand the words 'don't go with strangers' but he felt safe enough in her arms.
OOC: new thread?
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Post by Kanchana on Jun 7, 2010 4:24:45 GMT -5
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