The Rich House[Latisha]

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The Rich House[Latisha] Feb 18, 2012 23:04:47 GMT -5

Post by Kyalee on Feb 18, 2012 23:04:47 GMT -5

Shelby walked through the hallway silently. The crying bundle in her arms wasn't as quiet though, and every room she passed started groaning as Kiel's crying reached each of their protesting ears. She sighed as each of the steps she stepped on groaned. Yells echoed down from the rooms upstairs, and each one made Shelby wince. She knew it was all because of her, that she didn't belong. She knew they were all because of her. A sadness grew in her, but she tried to ignore it and frantically tried to shush Kiel as she made her way out of the run down building she called home.

The wind was cool as Shelby walked down the street. The air was perfect, and helped Kiel's crying stop. It was quiet, much better than the horrible groans and yells from the other children who dispised Kiel so much. She was glad they didn't know though, didn't know her secret. Didn't know that Kiel was her son. That they were kin, she was his mother. Yes, she bringing him in after disapearing for months was suspicios but none of them ever questioned her. Happiness flooded through Shelby as Kiel finally quieted, starring at her with his cute eyes. The happiness was not only because he finally stopped, but also because no one knew. She hoped to keep it that way, so no one would ask the key question, the most important one of all.
Who is Kiel's father?
She winced, thinking about this. She didn't want anyone to ever ask her about that. She knew though someone eventually would, even if it had to be Kiel. But she dreaded that moment, and imediatly dismissed the thought so no bad memories would seep into her mind. So no memories would come from the deep cracks of her brain to haunt her...

Shelby wiped away all thoughts, and became diligent to keep walking forward as fast as possible. The golden beams of light from the early sun were shining across the sky, turning the bottoms of the blue clouds gold. It was gorgeous, especially since the boring brick buildings framing the sunrise were so dull in comparison. Shelby soon came to the part of town she wanted to be at. Walking through an alleyway, she looked around the corner to see one of the more fancier houses of the district. The black iron gate surounded the familiar house. The house was made of a brighter brick than the rest, and the roof shingles were fairly new. A green lawn was also inside of the fence, along with a small patch of blooming flowers. A woman was working in the patch of flowers, working with a small tool at the fertile soil. Shelby watched her curiously, watching the familiar hands stabbing the soil rythmically. Mind consumed on the woman and her rich house, suddenly a sound of some type of footstep brought her back. She jumped around, surprise and ardrinaline alerting her nerves and filling her muscles with energy. Even a little bit of mother protectiveness formed in her body.

(OCC: Sorry for my lack of creativity, but thats the best name i could come up with XD)

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The Rich House[Latisha] Feb 19, 2012 3:46:10 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Feb 19, 2012 3:46:10 GMT -5

I got a hangover, wo-oh!
I've been drinking too much for sure
I got a hangover, wo-oh!
I got an empty cup
Pour me some more

Archie staggered on to the street a bottle swinging from his hand. I really have to stop drinking he chidded himself as he brought the bottle to his lips letting the firey liquid poor into his mouth, burning his throat as he swallowed. He looked around trying to find where he was, last night events lost from his mind. The path was hot under his feet as the sun rose steadily into the sky. Archie feel to his knees tired and drunk. He closed his eyes letting the bottle drop and roll away from him down into the street. Soon someone would find the bottle he had stolen from the market and if they found him near it he would get the blame. Slowly Archie started to crawl down the street to tired to clamber to his feet moving away from the empty bottle.

He laid on the floor dirt in his face and eyes, he gradually raised his head and spat out the dirt his head pounding. A low moaned escaped archie's lips his vision blurry and the world was spinning in all different directions. He rose to his feet and blundered towards his house, his head in his hands as the shadows danced around him. His feet shuffled along the ground kicking pebbles into the shadows of the trees and buildings. Archie was alone on the street no one to avoid, dead silence. Suddenly there was a disturbance up ahead, movement coming from the branching streets. People surged up to Archie knocking him on the head. He fell to the floor, his hands and legs grazed and bloody. He cried out in pain as a something heavy struck him on the back, tearing his shirt in the process. "what did I do to deserve this punishment," he yelled out in vain.

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2012 4:09:21 GMT -5 by latisha

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The Rich House[Latisha] Feb 19, 2012 20:52:36 GMT -5

Post by Kyalee on Feb 19, 2012 20:52:36 GMT -5

As Shelby turned around, her fear quickly became stagnant. It was just a mouse, that was now busying itself by cleaning its ears cutely, and then nimbling on a rotten nut. She sighed in relief, all her muscles untensing. She starred at Kiel gratefully, and kissed him softly on the forhead. In response he looked at her cutely, and let out a mumble. Shelby smiled, and then went back to watch the woman. She was now trimming some bushes, sun hat keeping the sun from her eyes. But suddenly a stumbling drunk blocked her view.

Shelby watched the man closely. He was stumbling, and finally fell to his knees in the middle of the baking street. The bottle of booze he was holding came up to his mouth as he drank some, and almost in digust she watched him. The empty bottle soon rolled away to some unknown location, where maybe it could be in better hands as trash on the street. She almost laughed though, when the man actually started to crawl, dragging himself down the dirty street helplessly. She wanted to help him now though, as she watched him start to spit out dirt. Suddenly, a group of guys came. They looked like they were a bit drunk too, but not as drunk as the man was. They started actually kicking him, beating him up. The poor man was stranded in the middle of the road, and surounded. Quickly Shelby walked up to them. It wasn't her buisiness, but it wasn't their right to beat him up. Just as they threw an empty bottle at his back, she approached.
"Hey, hey! Leave him alone! You have no right you go beatin people up!"
They all looked up at her. There must have been atleast 4 of them, and they looked like they were actually about to come at her. Fear went through her, and regrets. But two things saved her. Kiel started to cry softly, and it attracted two peacekeepers, which came around the corner. The men saw this, and quickly broke up. They eyed her with anger, but she just glared at them back. Coming down to the man's level, she turned him over, and tried to sit him up.
"Sir, are you ok?"

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The Rich House[Latisha] Feb 22, 2012 18:56:43 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Feb 22, 2012 18:56:43 GMT -5

Archie was in so much pain and agony. The blows just kept coming and coming, it was never ending. He yelled out in pain, pleaded and begged for them to stop but it just came, the next blow with more energy. Well he thought viciously if this is how I am going to die I will go down with a fight. Archie tried to raise himself off the ground but his attempts were weak and feeble. "Why can I live in peace?" he groaned as blows caem raining down on his vulunrable body. For a moment it all stopped, he heard voices in the distance, a screaming raging voice of a women and the voices of the men that surround him. He heard running footsteps moving away from him, was this the end for his beating? was this the end of his punishment? or was it just a cruel trick?

Suddenly tender hands truned him over gentlyand a voice calling out to him "Sir, are you ok?". He looked into the worried eyes of a girl he only saw know and then around the district. Archie tried to answer the question but his tongue was thick and his lips were puffy instead of words a gurgling sound came from his lips. His body was bruised annd battered, blood puddled around him as it slowly pumped out. Archie grasped the girls arm weakly pulling her closer to him. His lips quivered, "please help me?" he whispered not knowing if she would hear him. Archie let go of her arm letting it fall to the ground beside his wrecked body. He moaned in pain from the movement as his vision went blurry and soon he was seeing nothing but blackness as he let himself plunge into the cool waters of unconsciousness.

Last Edit: Feb 23, 2012 2:51:06 GMT -5 by latisha

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The Rich House[Latisha] Feb 25, 2012 15:16:18 GMT -5

Post by Kyalee on Feb 25, 2012 15:16:18 GMT -5

Agony was the only way to describe the poor man. The poor, drunk man lying in the middle of the road. His eyes were full of the morose agony, through the narrow slits. His eyes were puff from the bruises that were yet to show black and blue. Pity grew in her, and as she looked over to the green lawn she realized the woman was coming to see what had happend.
No...
Shelby couldn't let the woman see her. So, with great struggle she picked the man up. After a few steps her arms failed her, and she ended up dragging him a few blocks. His body was limp, but she tried hard not to let it bump too hard as she tried to evade suspicous eyes down the street. It was mystery why she wanted to help this man so bad, why she didn't just leave him, but she felt the need. Kiel was whimpering in her arm, the one that wasn't being used. Shelby quickly shushed him. They finally made it to the Orphanage. Knocking on the door, one of the children opened it without giving us a second glance. Then they ran off, to play tag or something. Shelby pulled the man onto the kitchen table. The smell of blood filled the air, and sweat.

Shelby set Kiel on the counter, to rest a bit while she patched up the man. She weaved her needle back and forth, stitching two pieces of his skin back together. It was disgusting work, but she wished to be a medicen woman when she was an adult. Plus, she had seen worse. A man with his face hacked open, bleeding extensively. Yes, much worse. Next was a bandages, which she actually disliked more than stitching because you had to keep replacing them. He almost looked like a mummy with all his bandages. But when he was done, she lifted him off the table, and dragged him up some stairs. She figured if he was unconsious it wouldn't hurt too bad, and it seemed like he was getting heavier and heavier. Setting the mysterious man her bed, she went back downstairs to get Kiel.

Kiel's soft eyes gleamed at her, and once again she was booth horrified and filled with a delicate joy. She didn't like to think about the baby's father, but she did like how much he looked like her. His pretty eyes.... He was almost perfect to her. Shelby took him upstairs to put in the crib, and hope that the man wasn't bleeding on his matress by some scar she forgot to bandage up.

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The Rich House[Latisha] Feb 27, 2012 19:01:41 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Feb 27, 2012 19:01:41 GMT -5

Archie came in and out of unconsiousness. He could feel the ground scrapping him as he was gragged down the street. The sensation of a slight tug as his skin was pulled back together by needle and thread. His body felt like it was on fire it was almost unbearable, his head pounded and his nose was filled with the smell of sweat and blood.

Archie open his eyes slightly, swollen and red from the beat up. He could feel the rough blanket under him but he could see nothing, it was black and just black. He moved his shaking arms up and down his body but all he could feel was neat little lumps, stitches. Sobs racked his bod. Why can't I see? why is it just black? he thought panickingly. "Please, please just be the darkness he whhimpered into the dusty old room. Dust rose from the bed as he moved into a better position. Archie breathed in deep trying to calm himself down. He let his emotions play on his face and so many thoughts, so many dangerous thoughts swirled around in his mind.

He started to have a panick attack. Archie struggled to breathe gasping for the air that wouldn't reach his lungs. His chest heaved and everything around him blurred into one. He raised his hand infront of his eyes but all he could see was the black that surrounded him. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he shook with fear and rage. Was my vision really gone? that one thoughht just circled his brain, bouncing around in all the empty space up there. He laid in the darkness, hoping and praying for his vision to return. Hoping and ppraying it was the darkness that surrounded him that stopped him from seeing. Was this a punishment for his drinking and stealing? Did it finally bite him in the ass? Archie closed his eyes and little hope did he have for his vision to return.

Suddenly the light flickered on. Archie let out a big sigh of relief. "Thank God," he cried, "Ican see!" He looked down at his battered, encrusted and bruised body. He He moaned in pain as he sat up. blood trickled down his leg and puddled onto the tiled floor, cold beneath his bare feet. Archie looked up at the woman that stood in the doorway, embarrassed from his sudden out burst. "where am I?" he asked the woman, she looked exhausted but her eyes showed relief. "Where am I?" he reapeated his voice hoarse. His tongue felt thick and heavy and his throat was dry like sandpaper. Archie collapsed on shaky legs but still conscious

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The Rich House[Latisha] Feb 29, 2012 20:49:35 GMT -5

Post by Kyalee on Feb 29, 2012 20:49:35 GMT -5

Shelby had been watching the mysterious man's body for a few minutes, when he started to stir. She felt sorry for the man. The other men had no right to beat him up like that. Yes, he had been drunk, and that was partly his own fault. She could even smell the strong liquor on his breath from where she was sitting, near Kiel. But still. The men had no right. It had been a miracle those peacekeepers were there. Peacekeepers weren't good for much, and were even annoying and scary but they had helped keep that situation peaceful. She watched the body as it began to move. The man's arms touched his body urgently. She knew he was on the edge, Shelby just hoped he wouldn't freak out, and through a blow at her or something. But something was wrong with him. He seemed to know something she did not. It was strange how he wasn't looking at her, but maybe he was trying to gain control before he did. A war seemed to blow up inside this man; he was panicking.

Shelby got up from her seat, and imediatly looked to see what was wrong. The man started whimpering something inaudible. She got a worried look on her face.
Maybe I should turn on the light to see him better
She knew this could wake Kiel, but she wanted to know if the man was alright. Thankfully this was the time of day the electricity was working, and when she turned the switch the room was lit up. Fortunately Kiel did not wake up, and kept sleeping soundly in his crib, which was near the bed. She looked around at the chair she had been sitting in, which was a rocking chair. It creaked incessantly, but it was comfy and had some old rustic charm. She walked pass her bed, and to the bed beside it, the one the man was in.
"Thank God! I can see!"
The voice scared her out of her skin, until she realized it was coming from the man. Shelby turned to him in deep concern. He didn't seem to be recovered much from his fight, or the liquor. His moaning caused her to wince. Oviously she had missed a few spots. There were just too many scars to count. The bed was slightly bloody, but the boy who had once slept in it was gone, and it hadn't been replaced yet so she thought it would be ok. He asked her where he was. Relief flooded through her. He was talking. That was a very good sign. He even repeated it. His voice was hoarse, and a bit slurred but clear enough for her to understand. Approaching him, she was just about to respond when he collasped.

Fear coarsed through Shelby's viens. Maybe she was wrong. Kneeling down to his level, she made sure he was still breathing. He was not only still breathing, but he was consious too.
"Your in an orphanage. Its where I live."
She tried to be descriptive, so he wouldn't freak out further. She wanted him to feel secure. Freaking out could just make the wounds worse, and he needed to rest so his body could heal.
"Are you ok?"
Not waiting for him to respond, she took the blankets off the bed, which were slightly bloody, and set him down on the bed. Putting him in a sitting position with a bunch of pillows, she set the bloody blankets aside. She was about to go back downstairs to get more bandages for his wounds, but Shelby wanted to make sure he was ok.
"I'm going to go get more bandages for your wounds. Do you need anything else?"
She tried to speak in a hushed voice, as not to wake Kiel.

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The Rich House[Latisha] Mar 25, 2012 7:08:06 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Mar 25, 2012 7:08:06 GMT -5

Hot breath tickled his face and the urge to vomit came over him. He heard a whisper of a voice somewhere out there in the big world. All human contact was gone. He imagined he was back home with his father sitting across the desk from him. He imagined he had a stolen object infront of him and he watched is fathers face as a scowl appeared. He would do anything to see his father right now, even if it was a disappointing look. He didn't care as he was the only thing Archie had. He felt sadness come over him, what had he done to deserve this fait and why did he let that firey substance go down his throat. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! He was angry with himself, there was no one else to be angry with.

"Your in an orphanage. Its where I live."
The words swirled around in his brain as he returned back to the world of living. An orphanage. Why am I in an orphanage? he thought confused. Then last nigths events came slamming back to him. He felt pain wash through and the cold floor below him. He shivered as the heat was sucked into the cement below.
"Are you ok?"
The way she spoke made him feel little and helpless, it made him feel like a child thatw as sick. Suddenly he was lifted off the floor and placed on the bed. This movement made his body screech in protest. He shrinked away feeling pillows being positioned around him carefully. She watched the girl suspiciously feeling like she invaded him. She was about to turn around but hesitated and called out in a hushed voice "I'm going to go get more bandages for your wounds. Do you need anything else?"

Do I need anything? he thought. He felt rage swept through him and said "what kind of stupid question is that?" his voiced cracked and his jaws were stiff. He looked down at his ragged body and shifted his stunned look towards the girl and gazed at her. Dumbfounded he made wild gestures which was a mistake. Blood soaked into the sheet as the stiches reopened and from the action. He watched in wander as the ruby blood rolled down his leg and disappearded into the already blood-soaked cloth. He started to panick and flailed around trying to stop the heavy blood flow from a gash on his thigh.

Archies head drooped in defeat as more fo his precious blood ran though his fingers. He stared at the girl seeing if she would help but she just stood there frozen. He remebered the time when he was bleeding from when is fathers mate attacked him and his father just stood there frozen. This was exactly like that time but this time he could feel he was near death!