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grab-bag catch-all post/ OTA choose your own misadventure in babysitting!
When; 12/14 to 12/15
Rating; PG-13? Julie's a foul mouthed little kid.
Characters; Julie Grigio and YOU!
Summary; Julie is 6 years old and thinks she just lost her parents in a big city.
Log;
Mom and dad were not in the weird hotel room. She was sure she'd fallen asleep between them while on vacation. Dad was home from deployment so they went to the beach and Julie'd spent the day collecting shells before bed. But now she was alone in a strange bed and she wasn't impressed.
Did they go to breakfast without her? Where the heck were they?
Climbing out of bed in a t-shirt that she was sure she hadn't gone to sleep in, she decided to set foot outside....and then ducked back in a second later.
"Holy shit." Time to scrounge. The clothes she found didn't fit. The sweater was too big, the boots also too huge. At least the tights she'd found fit somewhat. It took some creative folding and tying and some hoping, but the clothes would stay and with some extra searching, this time for a hair tie, she'd found some money too.
Time to head out, then
(option 1: mid-morning)
Julie'd found her way into the main part of the City. People were kind enough to point her in the right direction, tell her about subway routes and she was pretty shocked to find that not a single person did a double-take at the lone child wandering town.
She can be found either in a shop buying new clothes for herself or a restaurant trying to order the biggest dessert to eat.
(option 2: mid-afternoon)
For a kid left to her own devices, she did a pretty okay job buying her own clothes. They were mostly winter appropriate except for her shoes. Those needed some work. They were canvas and wouldn't at all keep her feet warm long. But that's fine. She's sticking to sidewalks that have been cleared, sidestepping puddles...
And is that a Zombie Movie poster in the window of that movie theater there? Her face is pressed to the glass, eyes wide.
"Oh, wow!" She would like tickets to that one, please.
(Option 3: Feeding and sketching the Turtleducks)
She bought some stale bread at the store along with a sketch pad and some crayons. The rock she sat on was cold, but the turtleducks were fascinating and she was having fun drawing them and feeding them.
There was one particularly crabby one that kept inching closer and this one Julie didn't seem to like all that much. She kept throwing larger pieces for it to chase.
At one point, she doesn't throw far or fast enough and it nabs a small corner of paper, tearing it and eating that instead.
"Hey! You son of a bitch, that's mine!" Six year olds with foul mouths are totally overlooked, right? Of course they are. But how can anyone not recognize the scowl on Julie's face. Even at six she bitchfaced well.
[ooc: more options to come. if you want starters, let me know.]
Rating; PG-13? Julie's a foul mouthed little kid.
Characters; Julie Grigio and YOU!
Summary; Julie is 6 years old and thinks she just lost her parents in a big city.
Log;
Mom and dad were not in the weird hotel room. She was sure she'd fallen asleep between them while on vacation. Dad was home from deployment so they went to the beach and Julie'd spent the day collecting shells before bed. But now she was alone in a strange bed and she wasn't impressed.
Did they go to breakfast without her? Where the heck were they?
Climbing out of bed in a t-shirt that she was sure she hadn't gone to sleep in, she decided to set foot outside....and then ducked back in a second later.
"Holy shit." Time to scrounge. The clothes she found didn't fit. The sweater was too big, the boots also too huge. At least the tights she'd found fit somewhat. It took some creative folding and tying and some hoping, but the clothes would stay and with some extra searching, this time for a hair tie, she'd found some money too.
Time to head out, then
(option 1: mid-morning)
Julie'd found her way into the main part of the City. People were kind enough to point her in the right direction, tell her about subway routes and she was pretty shocked to find that not a single person did a double-take at the lone child wandering town.
She can be found either in a shop buying new clothes for herself or a restaurant trying to order the biggest dessert to eat.
(option 2: mid-afternoon)
For a kid left to her own devices, she did a pretty okay job buying her own clothes. They were mostly winter appropriate except for her shoes. Those needed some work. They were canvas and wouldn't at all keep her feet warm long. But that's fine. She's sticking to sidewalks that have been cleared, sidestepping puddles...
And is that a Zombie Movie poster in the window of that movie theater there? Her face is pressed to the glass, eyes wide.
"Oh, wow!" She would like tickets to that one, please.
(Option 3: Feeding and sketching the Turtleducks)
She bought some stale bread at the store along with a sketch pad and some crayons. The rock she sat on was cold, but the turtleducks were fascinating and she was having fun drawing them and feeding them.
There was one particularly crabby one that kept inching closer and this one Julie didn't seem to like all that much. She kept throwing larger pieces for it to chase.
At one point, she doesn't throw far or fast enough and it nabs a small corner of paper, tearing it and eating that instead.
"Hey! You son of a bitch, that's mine!" Six year olds with foul mouths are totally overlooked, right? Of course they are. But how can anyone not recognize the scowl on Julie's face. Even at six she bitchfaced well.
[ooc: more options to come. if you want starters, let me know.]
option 3
"The white dragon, in his compact and somewhat cat-like form, stretched and yawned, awakened from his nap by something that sounded like a little girl. His voice was high pitched enough to sound like another little girl, really. His ears twitched toward the source of the sound and he unfurled his down-covered wings and flew the short distance to the little girl with the sour-looking face. He looked her up and down with his not-at-all cat-like red eyes, wondering if she was an orphan before asking, "Are you lost?". Given the way the city liked to pull just random people from wherever, it wouldn't shock him if the girl was newly arrived."
option 2
He was irritable to say the least. He had known for some time that his alcohol habit had become more than just a habit, but he hadn't realized how much more. He'd already snapped at Lilith, dear sweet Lilith, for no reason; it had prompted him to go for a walk. A long one.
He saw the little girl looking up at the poster and frowned a little at the poster. His mother called what he created blasphemy to art; this looked more like it. But from the way the little girl was pressed up to the glass... Mon Dieu, was this what happened to art?
"You find that sort of thing appealing?"
Re: option 3
At the sound of another kid speaking to her, so she assumes, she looks around for a moment. She spots the catlike thing...and simply stares.
"Did you just talk? Can the turtleducks talk? Oh! Can all the animals talk here?" No, she didn't breathe at all during any of that. And yes, she's totally serious and will love the City even more if the animals can talk.
Re: option 2
"I wanna see that so bad but dad said no and that I was too young which I think is bull. Six isn't too young."
Yes it is, Julie. Yes, it very much so is.
"Even Mom said I can't see it yet and she's usually okay with it. Sometimes, we sneaks scary movies into the house when dad is away."
option 1
Walking up to her, he splays his hand on the top of the girl's head and pushes her hair forward. "Yo, half pint. Bigger don't always mean better. That cake tastes like a butt. Get the ice cream."
option 1
She looks at the cake again, nose wrinkling in thought before she decides that she will in fact get the ice cream. Strawberry so no one can complain she didn't have any fruit.
And then she looks at Jesse again. "Cake isn't supposed to taste like butt. It's supposed to be good. They should fire whoever is baking it wrong."
Option 3
"Are you allowed to say that?" It's less an admonition than an expression of wonderment at a child her age using Forbidden Words.
[ooc: Cursed tiny!Toshiko ;) ]
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The world was going to Hell, and if this wasn't proof of it, nothing was.
"And why does she not allow this one then?"
Dear God, is he actually curious about how blasphemous art has become? Ah, were Justine here, he would grab her and the little girl and take them both to a movie. Just for Justine's reactions.
option 3
"I don't know if all the animals here can. I'm not from here."
Re: option 3
Julie's attention is now on the cat-thing. "What's your name?"
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Mom just wants to protect Julie from the way the world is going. There are some horrific problems going on overseas that could potentially make their way into their part of the world and mom wants to protect her from it.
Meanwhile Julie just thinks Mom is being mean.
Re: Option 3
"They're just words that have a time and place." A cursing at an animal that stole part of her drawing is definitely the time and place for it. She looks at the other girl, really taking in her attire with some concern.
"Don't you have other clothes? We should get you some more."
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Fuck, if he could drink, he could stop caring about all of this.
He looks down at the little girl again. "It is possible your mother is right." The last word is raised in tone slightly, making it a half-question.
It was possible, yes, but he has no experience with a caring mother. Or with this sort of entertainment or the era in which it is popular, especially with the fact that she's already seen similar shows.
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He grins in a cat-ish way. "I'm Nall. What's your name?"
Re: Option 3
She shakes her head at the question, then grins. "No, but Mr Funyun is going to bring me a present!"
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"How long have you been here?"
Re: Option 3
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She points again at the poster, reading the name. "Dawn of the Dead."
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"Then, mademoiselle, might I invite you to a movie?" He doubted her mother was in the City at all, really. And... he was curious about it. How bad could it be?
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"A few weeks now. It's not such a bad place, really."
option 1
But whoever she was, she was a smart kid for deciding on the ice cream. "Good call. But I wouldn't fire the baker just yet. Maybe they're from a place where food tastes different." Like butts.
"Oh hey, you got any money to pay for that?"