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Post by Nonie Savage on Sept 20, 2015 7:36:52 GMT -6
Name: Nonie Savage
Face Claim: Julia Blattman
Age: 18
Orientation: Does not understand/believe that anyone would want to actually romance her
Position: Homeless (Local)
Abilities: Other than being a super fast runner and extremely good at Parkour, N/A
Side Effects and Limitations: N/A
Getting Something
It started off as any other day. She was walking out to go get some food from the shelter. It was getting a bit colder, so she put on some of her extra jackets before heading out for the day. The sun was just starting to shine and the city was starting to wake up. She passed by a few familiar faces and waved as they were starting into their own day. Everything seemed normal until she passed one of the alleyways and heard it.
A baby crying.
At first, she didn’t know if it was her old age getting to her, or if it was just the different sounds of the city playing with her troubled hearing. But whatever the case, she felt compelled to head into the alley and look. A few steps in, she heard it again. There was no mistaking what she heard, but it was such a shock to hear it coming from a place where no child should’ve been.
Trying to follow the noise, she came to a dumpster filled with trash. The crying was coming from inside, but she couldn’t see anything. So she had to stand on the tips of her toes in order to move some of the bags around, throwing them on the ground outside the dumpster.
That’s where she found her.
A little baby, naked, lying amongst the trash and crying. It had little wisps of hair so red it looked like blood, and blue eyes so light they might as well have been silver. The child was so dirty and squirming about as the cramp space was aired out. Gingerly, she took the child out of the trash and wrapped it up in the extra jacket. The cold couldn’t have bothered her as much as it did the child. All she could wonder was how someone could do this to someone so young. What had the child done to deserve this?
Needless to say, she took the child and headed over to the shelter for food. It needed milk and she needed a meal, so it was only natural for her to get both done at once. Once she did, she took the child back to what acted as home. It was selfish, she knew, but this was not the first time she had done this. It was simply the youngest she had raised. So she would raise this one as well, to the best of her ability to make sure the child was safe.
She would call the child Nonie.
Losing a Part
She wished Nonie didn’t have to see this. Or at least that she could’ve stayed longer, let Nonie grow up a little more. No child should have to see this only at seven years old. But she had no choice, as Nonie was already returning with food for them both. Such a sweet child. It only made it that much sadder.
“Nana!” Nonie called. That was what she had all her children call her. She had gotten so used to it, it might as well have been her real name. “Nana! I got some food!” She would’ve loved nothing more than to speak; to call out to Nonie and thank her for being so kind to such an old bag of bones. But as Nonie opened the door and came inside, she couldn’t say a word. “Nana, I got…” Nonie trailed off when it became obvious she wasn’t responding.
What she would’ve given to have been able to hold Nonie in that moment, to gather the girl in a warm embrace and tell Nonie everything was alright. But, as before, she couldn’t do a single thing as Nonie swiftly approached. “…Nana?” The way Nonie said that broke her heart. As did the panicked lot in Nonie’s eyes as she gently shook her.
“Nana? Nana!” She wanted to wake up. She wanted to wake up so badly. She wanted to wipe away the tears that were starting to trail and fall down her baby's face. “Nana please wake up!” Nonie begged. It was wrenching her heart to pieces to watch as Nonie fled from the room yelling.
“Wally! Wally! Something’s wrong with Nana!” She could’ve cried at the trouble she was causing as one of the homeless she let live with them in the small abandoned building she had found came in with Nonie. He walked over to her, looking over her as his expression— normally toughened from his life as most of them were— softened with sadness. He had to tell Nonie.
He had to tell Nonie that she was gone.
That she was dead.
Nonie started sobbing. She wanted to comfort her baby so much; to just hug Nonie and say everything was going to be ok and for that to be the truth. But she couldn’t.
Because like it or not she was dead, and now Nonie had to go on without her.
Losing it All
She didn’t understand as the money was shoved into her hands. Didn’t understand as Brent— her friend. Practically her brother— told her she had to go. That they had already gotten her things packed and ready for travel. That all of them had pitched in for the money.
They wanted her to leave.
“To keep you safe.” That was their reason. But all she could think about was; what about them?
She argued with Brent. How could she possibly leave? This was her home. These were her friends. She had nothing else. She had no place but here. Her friends were the only ones she had ever gotten close to. They had helped each other and protected each other, but now they were trying to send her off. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t care if it would make her safe.
This was all she had left. How could they send her away like this? How did they think she would be ok with this? She needed them.
She knew she was crying, maybe sobbing at that point. Brent hugged her and tried to reassure her but she just hugged him tightly. She didn’t want to let go, because she knew once she did Brent would try taking her away. She didn’t want that. That was the least thing she wanted. So she didn’t let him pull away. She held onto him for as long as she could before he broke free and told her it was time to go.
She begged him not to say that, begged him to say he wasn’t serious. But Brent’s face remained the same; a determined grim look she had seen a few times before. He wasn’t joking. And nothing she said could change his mind.
He led her to a bus. The others were there with her bags. He hadn’t been joking.
Each of them gave her a hug, and each one felt like goodbye. He hadn’t been joking.
She was forced onto the bus, her seat paid for. They advised her to stop at a good town when her money got low. They told her they’d miss her, but this was for the best. He hadn’t been joking.
As the bus pulled away and she stared out the window, she could see her friends— her family— getting smaller and smaller before vanishing from sight. And as the city and her family— everything she had ever known-- faded in the distance, the bus heading down the road, she realized it.
They hadn’t been joking.
Now she was completely alone.
Abandoned.
Again
Sample: ^^^^
Name: Wiz the Amazing Liz
Age: Endless
Experience: In the beginning, there was rp. And Wiz was there. And ruined everything.
How did you find us?: By looking under my stairs.
