forum Family Dinners (10/10)

Started August 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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Alrighty

I will be.

Did everyone post their character?

I don’t think @amber_demeter did

Alrighty, please fill out your form Amber!

Hey sorry I've been busy all weekend!! I'm heading home now so I'll put it up as soon as I get home

Thank you!

Name: Emmeline (Em, Emma, Emmy) Francis
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Role: Theatre kid
Appearance: 5'4, 101 lbs, sweet looking despite being thin and bony. Pale blue eyes, noble features, thin straight black hair down to mid-back, always wears her hair down. A patch at the top of her head with less hair. Enjoys wearing fitted clothes and lace up boots but never accessorizes. Scars all over both arms and one scar on her right thigh that says "worthless".
Personality Traits: Unstable, emotional. Scatter-brained and hyperactive. Private, quiet, avoids confrontation. Sensitive and empathetic. Observant. Considerate, very guilty. Introverted. Very dependent when her trust is gained, which takes a little time. Upon arriving believed that since she was in a place where people were like her, they'd be kinder; if her trust is gained she's easily manipulated. Tired of hating the world but has yet to be completely broken, has built the courage to revert to her sweet self.
Backstory/Why they were sent to the house: Biological father was out of the picture, mother died in child birth. Adopted when she was 3 by a family with a son older by a year. A great family, extremely close-knit, until the son died of a mysterious illness that none could diagnose. His mother killed herself when he died, and then Em's disorders kicked in (at this time she's 6). Started avoiding people and getting attached to them for fear of loss, started getting night terrors. Her first panic attack was at the age of 7 when she got a cough and thought she had the same illness as her late brother. Her father started neglecting her because the pressure of a mentally ill child was too much; started forgetting to feed her and never left the house, leaving her to find her way to and from everywhere. A few years, she's 11 and has started self-harming, only getting worse– her father's a drunk, an addict and has started beating her. One night she wakes up and he's on top of her, she screams him off, she stops going to school to try and get through to him. She manages one night of him being sober, and she uses it to talk to him about the illnesses she's got that are piling up. He realizes she's hypochondriac. Uses this against her to keep her from telling anyone their situation. One day she breaks and tells one of her friends who, against her will, tells one of their teachers. Her father finds out and beats her half to death, she tries to run away but she's too obvious about it, he finds out about that too and instead of hitting her, he decides to turn off their water, locks her in her room, gives her expired food, coughs at her and so on… Everything to make her sick. This goes on for a week and a half. One night she jumps out her window to escape, suffers very very bad injuries but manages to make it far away. She's then 13. Her social worker finds her a few days later and wants to put her back in system. She goes back into it, and isn't adopted. The other kids she's with start making fun of her, beating her up, taking advantage of her, triggering her on purpose. She escapes at 14, lives on the street for about a year until she's caught trying to steal something and is sent to the home.
Mental Illness: severe social anxiety, hypochondria, panic disorder, PTSD, not really a mental illness but has night terrors

Sorry again. Is she good?

I'd say they've all known eachother for a while. They don't all know everyone's backstory's but they know what triggers the others.

Okay thanks. Are we gonna start today?

Yuppernoi! Let me pull up one!

Des walked through the doors, making sure everything was ready for their new arrival. "Alright, kiddos!" They yelled into the halls. "Our new Kiddo should be arriving soon so make sure she feels as welcome as possible!"

As welcome as possible. The second those words registered into Zane's mind, he was off thinking of all the ways he could make the exact opposite happen. It wasn't that he immediately hated her or that he wanted to make her feel bad, it's just that he didn't get many opportunities to do pranks on others without getting in trouble. Thoughts were running through his head, ideas bouncing off into space, ricocheting around his room. A classic slime over her head when she walks through a door, or plastic wrap over the toilet seat. Many similar images ran through his mind.
He started visualizing whether or not she would shriek when it happened or if she would cry. Would she tell on him or would she act like it was no big deal? Would she play along with the joke or- His dreams were abruptly cut off by the sound of the air conditioning vents starting to whirr in his room. In reality, the sound wouldn't have been that loud but in the small room where the only sound he hears is the squeaking of his springy mattress, it was pretty loud. He left the room and started to survey what he could do with things in the kitchen.

Sam finished tying her running shoes and left her room to talk to Des. She couldn't care less about the new kid and everyone here probably felt the same way. She tried not to scowl at him calling her "kiddo". She loathed that nickname. "Des, I was going to go for a quick run. Is that chill?"

Standing near the corner, his back pressed against the wall and his silvery black eyes shut. His wavy and partially coily pitch black hair falling over the scar on his eyebrow. He took a deep shaky breath when they mentioned a new kid. Of course…. Just another person to ruin everything.
Just what he wanted. He just scoffed at the thought. The thought of them maybe even talking to him. He already hated whoever this "new kid" was.

Tucked into a corner of her room, Em quietly hummed along to whatever was blasting into her headphones.
Beneath the music, she dimly heard Des shouting up that the new kid would be here any minute now. With a shiver she wrapped her arms tighter around herself. Would they be nice? Cruel? Scarred? Would they like it here? Would they run away, as so many had tried? What if they talked to her? Well, she'd be nice to them, that's what she'd do; she also knew it was possible she'd be the only welcoming one. What if they pinned her for the weak one because of it?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone heading downstairs, and then Sam was talking to Des.

So it's a girl huh? Silas' eyes slowly opened upon hearing Des' voice. He remembered the news of a new kid spreading like wildfire when it was first announced. Immediately, however, he knew that not everyone was going to be so hot on the idea of it.

Silas stood underneath the flow of the shower, watching the soap suds running down his body. He himself couldn't quite decide if he was going to be alright with having a new person in the house – he wasn't that keen on change.
"I think it will be fun having another girl here!" Parisa hummed quietly. "There's too many guys."
"I thought you liked guys more than girls?" Silas spoke aloud, that way he knew she could actually hear him. Why was Parisa even awake? She usually slept in until noon.
"I do, but having another girl around will be fun. I should put my hair up or something, make myself look nice you know?" And just like that, she wandered off to who knows where. Silas had created his splits an entire dreamscape for them to roam around so they would never get bored, but he never knew where Parisa went when she wanted to do her hair.

What kind of person was the new girl going to be? Part of him hoped she would be a quiet girl who just wanted to keep out of the way of people. He liked people like that. His favorite kind of person was one who didn't try to become friends with you just because you are popular or have loads of money.
Silas stood in front of his mirror, towel drying his hair. Suddenly his hand moved to his stomach, his fingers trailing over his abs.
"You have a nice body, stop thinking you don't." Parisa whispered.
He hated it when they knew what he was thinking before he even thought it himself. "Yes well, try being in my body for day, then we'll see how much you like it."
"Was that an invite?"
"Sure, you like my body that much, you have free reign today."

Rather then neatening his hair out, Parisa kept it wild and messy. She loved being able to get away with messy hair, especially since no one else would know it was her. She rummaged around the bottom two drawers of his wardrobe, picking out a dark green crop hoodie and a pair of glasses.
"Finally, I can actually see." she smiled, pulling on the hoodie and a pair of black skinny jeans. "Now, where is he hiding my jewelry?"
Not on top of his bedside table, not inside the wardrobe, not in the drawers. Just as she was about to give up searching, she thought of the bed.
Damn it. she heard Silas say as she pulled a large rectangular box out from under his bed. Inside she found her favorite ruby pendant, ear studs, and anklet.
After putting on all her jewelry, she stood in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance. "I'm ready to meet the new girl, this should be fun!" she left the room, a light spring in her step as she made her way downstairs.

Blake slipped downstairs, only to the kitchen though, he needed enough snacks to last him the entirety the new person would be arriving, it was the weekend so he would only have to come out for one family dinner. Okay, granola, dried fruit, water… What else do I need? He thought as he went through the cabinet, it was just the food cabinet though. All the silverware and such was locked up, just a safety precaution he'd think. Blake shook his head, he could think about that later, he really needed to get upstairs before the new kid. If he didn't and the new kid saw him going up the stairs she would hate him for leaving her.

Two more people heading down the stairs; there were now four people.
It was the best to be fifth downstairs, because the chances someone would notice and come talk to you were slimmest. That way, she only had to talk if she was feeling up to it. She slowly drew in a breath and got to her feet, padding over to mirror.
She looked acceptable, in a mid-thigh length pale yellow dress and barefoot. With a nod and nervous smile, she pushed open her bedroom door.

Ellie should have been used to the first meeting jitters by now, considering how many foster houses she had been shuffled between. But there were still butterflies as the car pulled up to the house. She knew there were a lot of other kids here, so maybe the parents would lose her in the crowd. She really hoped so, that way they wouldn't have to worry about her… Or catch her during meals. It was always worse when they made her eat.
She straightened out her skirt as she was handed her two bags and put on a nervous smile. It’s ok to be nervous, just don't make them worry.

Des slipped out of the house and opened the car door, smiling kindly. "Hi, I'm Des, I'll be one of your parents at the House." They introduced, holding out a hand to help the girl out of the car.

Ellie smiled, accepting the help out of the car. ”Hi, Des. I’m Ellie.” She knew how to act; foster parents always seem nice during introductions especially when someone else is there. She’d get a real impression of them over the week. She took her bags and followed Des to the house.