A New Life Begins

[Jakerz]

(sorry for bad topic title, I dunno what to call it but hey, it'll work anyways )


The small boy with the pokemon suitcase stood outside the large red door that led to his new home. Gazing up at it in apprehension, he just stared trying to take it all in. Brad was very small for his age - six and a half years old but looking four - and to him the door looked absolutely monstrous. He almost unconsciously took a step back. He was not a kid to seem afraid very often, but at the moment he wasn't so sure he wanted to go in. He backed up into the woman from the adoption agency who put a comforting hand on his shoulder, that Brad squirmed away from as if it was poison. "Gerroffameee" the boy mumbled, before moving himself away causing the woman to roll her eyes at the precocious kid.

Brad had been an orphan all his life. He didn't remember his mother and father. Not really at least. He thought sometimes that maybe he had some memory from seeing them as a baby but he had been told that that was impossible being that they had died when he was only one year old. The rest of his life had been lived waiting to be adopted, and the boy hadn't had the best emotional care. Perhaps that was what made him who he was - constantly causing trouble and mischief and looking for attention though he was a sweet kid at heart. It also might have had something to do with his current undergarment.

Brad was still wearing pull-ups in the day. Well - not all the time. He could sometimes be trusted in undies though if he wasn't diligently checked on or monitored he tended more often than not to end up going in his pants rather than the potty where he was supposed to. He never really was given much attention and proper potty training just hadn't really occurred. He still didn't seem to get the memo that he had to stop playing and actually go. He tended to be overconfident and that included about how much he could hold it. He needed a pull-up for special occasions or long trips and it was because of that that the adoption woman - as he called her - had insisted he wear it to meet his new Mother. That was a part of why he was so resentful towards the woman today, his face comically drawn into a pout of spite. Brad tended to be cute without meaning to which only served to further frustrate him.

Despite the bravado he tried to have, when that door opened to reveal his new life he couldn't help but withdraw a bit feeling himself get a bit shy though he was not a shy boy....a new life was about to begin - for better or for worse.

[PaddedPrinceling Joey]

From above, it was the perfect vantage for the little girl who'd come to accompany the six year old boy. Three and a half.. Was it four? She wasn't even sure at this point in time, the little girl knew that she was almost as big as Brad, who stood below her. She looked down at the boy, from the arms of the nice lady who had brought them from the orphanage to here, to meet their new mommy.

Josephine couldn't recall how long she'd been at the orphanage, though someone could easily tell her it had been a year and a half since she'd come. So many of the children had talked about not having a mommy and daddy, but it hadn't been something little Jo had thought on often. Too many children to run about with, and have fun. Stunted by her own stubborn decisions, Brad may have been about in pull-ups in displeasure, for he wished to be a big boy. More often than not, the babies coming and going into the orphanage had garnered the attention that belonged to Jo, a phase that she'd yet to grow out of, the little one had always been quick to try and get out of pull ups.

That of course, didn't end up going to big girl pants as many wished of her, though. Three and a half years old, and wearing diapers more often than not, she was a project at this point, and parents didn't seem to want that, when they came to the orphanage. As per usual, the little girl did in fact, wear her diapers, beneath a soft blue sun dress that she had grown quite fond of.

She nibbled upon her lip (a bad habit she'd picked up from the woman she'd most often played with at the orphanage), awaiting to see who it was that had picked up the children of the orphanage.

[PeculiarChangeling]

The third van to pull up contained the oldest of the three kids. 14 year old Rebecca stepped out of her van, wearing dark clothes, black sunglasses, and pale makeup. She flipped off the driver as he drove off, muttering something the others couldn't hear but probably were too young to understand anyways. She had a pentagram necklace on, and was clearly trying to look goth. Of course, with her stunted growth, the odd width around the waist and crotch of her pants, and red hair, the look didnt work to well.
"What?" She asked, glancing in the direction of the two much younger kids too. Then, making a slight gesture with her head she said, "Oh, group home. Fan-freaking-tastic." And with that, she started walking towards the door.

[Jakerz]

Brad looked back, fidgeting uncomfortably. He knew the girl in the adoption lady's arms of course, they had been in the orphanage together. Brad tried to do his best to separate himself from her, and ANYBODY under the age of six - especially anybody who wore diapers. Brad was constantly trying to be a big boy - to be older and more mature than he was - and he wanted nothing to do with babies even if he tended to fit in better with younger kids himself due to his emotional difficulties.

When the fourteen year old showed up, Brad looked a little apprehensive. She seemed a little intimidating, not that he'd EVER admit being scared of a GIRL. But something in her eyes said she wasn't too friendly. Brad narrowed his eyes and actually glared at her, as if daring her to say anything to him. Trying his best to be tough

[PeculiarChangeling]

(Are we gonna do this in a 1-2-3-1-2-3-1-2-3 format, or does it matter?)

[Jakerz]

(I don't think it matters...not to me at least)

[PaddedPrinceling Joey]

Jo looked to the little boy, who had like so many times, scorned her. Everyone else had been so happy to play with her, what was his problem? It wasn't her place to really question, not when she could find a new person to play with instead. Speak of the devil!

The second van rolled up, and from it came a big girl. She had to smile a little bit. The little one daring to always be looking for a friend to play with. Up the steps, the dark haired girl had stepped up, and already Jo began to fidget some. Looking over, she was practically climbing from the arms of the orphanage attendant, for the big goth girl.

[Who's playin' the mummy inside again?]

[PeculiarChangeling]

(In that case..)
Sarah saw the three kids standing out side and grinned with glee. She couldn't believe they had finally taken her submission seriously! But it meant she got to adopt. Hurrying outside, she threw her arms around the nearest one, Brad.
"Hi," she said. "You must be Brad. I'm your new mom, isn't that wonderful?" She asked, kissing his cheeks a couple times, leaving a lipstick mark. "Come on in everyone, I'll help you all get unpacked." She knew nothing about them but names, however she was eager to learn.

[Jakerz]

Brad fidgetted uncomfortably as his new Mom was kissing his cheeks. Nobody had ever done that to him before, and he didn't like the uncomfortable residue that it left behind, as he squirmed backwards a bit when she did it desperately rubbing his hands against his cheeks to get the lipstick off. "Heyyyyy..." he muttered to try to get her to stop, but she quickly was already talking over him. She had asked if it was wonderful that she was his new mom. Was it though? The little boy just looked down..."I guess so..." he said, not knowing what else to say.

He eagerly went inside, trying to get away from the adoption lady, who he had been sort of "at odds" with since they had met. The adoption lady didn't dislike the boy though. Brad was a mischievous kid but he was sweet deep down, and his tendency to indignantly try to avoid affection was usually cute more than troublesome. Maybe it had something to do with Brad's childish face or his small stature. Or maybe it was just his deep brown eyes that always seemed so big and expressive. Brad looked around his new house, holding his pokemon suitcase in his hand, though it seemed heavy for him and he was by no means strong.

It was big....that was one thing. But it was just so different from living where he had before. He didn't know what to think and he hung back by the wall, leaning back against it watching.

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(yea I think we can just all post as much or little as we want in no particular order...sometimes it might help to copy the message you typed, refresh the page to check for new messages it might conflict with and THEN paste it back and post it...or open up the page in another window to check for new posts or something. But even if two people post and it conflicts its easy to fix.)

[PeculiarChangeling]

(Waiting on Zetsu, I don't like it when people get way behind on stories and need bi summaries to get caught up.)

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(Apparently Zetsu was simultaneously waiting on me.)
Sarah ushered the children in, taking Jo from the attendants arms and leading Rebecca and Brad inside. ""Just set their luggage in the living room," she told the social workers, before setting Jo down on the couch and instructing the others to also sit down. Rebecca paused a moment, then put her hand on the arm rest, then finally sat down on the far edge.
"Welcome to your new home, kids," Sarah said, smiling. "I want you all to tell me a little about yourself, then we can have ice cream. How does that sound?" When in doubt, bribe kids with sugar.