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OOC Thread- PRIVATE OOC - St. Brendan Harbor
[Fieldbox="Petey, slateblue, dashed, 10, TrebuchetMS"]
Petey squatted in the kitchen as she carefully filled up Lola and Bully's food bowls. Bully got old dog food and Lola got the puppy food. She then took a pitcher of water and refilled they're larger shared water bowl. One of her chores was feeding and watering the dogs and since Mr. Kel had to be at school early she had to get it done before they both left for the day.
Petey was anxious. you could tell by the way her nails her bitten down and her hands are shaking a bit. She was nervous to start a new school year in another school. The young Romanian had started living with Mr. Kel about half way through the summer so she hadn't been to school at St. Brendan's except to register. Standing up she climbed up on the wooden step stool to refill the water pitcher and then put it in the fridge.
Today Petey was wearing a set of denim shorts, a plain gray tank top, and a white short sleeved button up with blue dinasuors skating on it. Her button up was more a Hawaiian style shirt and was unbuttoned fully so her tank top underneath showed. Her feet were currently bare because she prefered to be barefoot.
Running her hands through her stiff black hair Petey went and grabbed the oatmeal from the cupboard and getting her stepstool got a bowl down and dumped the packet into the bowl putting the water in and then sticking it in the microwave. she also got a mug down and started to pour herself a cup of coffee.
Petey's hands were still shaking a bit some some drops of coffee fell onto the counter. She'd been noticing her hand shaking was getting worse since Mr. Kel was weaning her off smoking. She was down to less then a pack left from what she'd come here with, which worried her. What would she do when she couldn't smoke? Smoking helped her stay calm...it was already hard enough with Mr. Kel's rationing she didn't think she could stop all together. [/fieldbox]
[Fieldbox="Jibriil, seagreen, solid, 10, Arial"]
Jibriil was standing over the stove in his kitchen making mini pancakes. He was wearing a light blue gray henley shirt with a white tank top underneath and his normal patched up jeans. He didn't have his shoes on right now because they were dirty so his work boots were sitting in the entry way with his socks sitting next to them.
"Zee Bee, time to get up, baby girl!" he called putting the last mini pancake on the plate and putting a napkin over it. He put that, the sausage, and the bowl of frozen fruit he'd left to thaw over night on the coffee table where he can Zakiyah normally ate and then walked across the house to Zakiyah's little room. Walking in he pulled the shades up,
"Up and at 'em, lil' missy, breakfasts ready." he told kneeling down to kiss her forehead. Zakiyah sat up and yawned, "I'll pour the drink while you can get dressed and come out." Jibriil told his daughter before leaving. He got the plates and glasses out pouring Zakiyah a glass of milk and himself some water.
Going into the fridge he also took out the Zakiyah's snacks. The kindergarten served lunch for the kids if they were on a meal plan, which Zakiyah was, but he always packed her some snacks. He had made her some sweet potato fries in a little baggy, a thermos of orange juice and some string cheese. He tried to keep his daughter healthy and would give her at least one iron rich food as a snack to help her keep her levels steady.
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[Fieldbox="Zakiyah, plum, dotted, 10, TrebuchetMS"]
Zakiyah got up tiredly and opening her dresser picked through her clothes before pulling out what she wanted. She pulled on her bright pink shorts that she wore yesterday and slipped her partially button dark blue top on, that had a couple iron on patches decorating it, before before padding out to the living area her wild hair going everywhere and her new canvas sneakers in her right hand. She put them down next to her dad's big boots and went to sit on couch.
"You look pretty today, baby. You sure you want shorts? It might be a bit cool today." he warned her serving her food and then starting to eat himself. Summer was ending and while temperatures generally sat around high 60s to low 70s he wanted to make sure Zakiyah was prepared.
"But I like it, daddy." Zakiyah responded as she picked up on of her sausages and started to nibble on it. Her dad smiled at her,
"I know you do...want to take some sweat pants in case it gets cooler?" he suggested. Zakiyah shook her head and Jibriil sighed. He tried not to fight his daughter on clothes too much so he just moved on. Besides she would eventually learn what she needed to bring and what was comfortable for her when t came to weather. He couldn't baby her, or at least tried not to baby her.
"You excited for kindergarten?" he asked her as he took some more pancakes and glanced at the time to make sure theyw ere on track. Zakiyah nodded,
"Yeah. We get to learn more fun stuff like bigger kids music and play on the playground and sometimes they take the kindergarteners swimming!" she chirped excitedly. She loved playing on the playground. She liked to climb on top of everything. "Since I'm five I get to do more cool stuff in gymnastics too, Daddy. I'm a big girl so I can do a high up beam and other cool stuff." [/fieldbox]
[Fieldbox="Hadassah, olivedrab, dashed, 10, CourierNew"]
Dassah climbed down and headed to the kitchen. She'd worked 12 PM- 12 AM at the hospital yesterday and didn't have to go into waitress until 4 PM so she wasn't in a hurry. She was wearing her old black Army PT shirt and a set of starred boxer briefs that were built for women. Opening the fridge Dassah pulled out a piece of cold cheese pizza and started to eat it as she went over to Jameson's side of the little apartment,
"Mornin' Squid!" she greeted, "You goin' into work today or not?" she asked leaning against the door frame as she ate, "If you're not we could go for a hike or a run." she suggested. Dassah generally took her days after working a shift at the hospital pretty easy going fora light run or hike and then working on some projects for the day. She was also looking into getting into some volunteer work in town.
Today was the first day of school for those in ordinary schooling, the community college had classes all year round though. Tourist season was also running down so the beaches and hikes Dassah like to use were less busy now.
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[Fieldbox="Eamon, firebrick, solid, 10, Verenda"]
Eamon was helped Grady get ready for school. While Grady could walk sometimes with crutches and his gross motor skills were improving his fine motor skills were still to poor for him to dress himself fully. Eamon helped him put his underwear and gray cargo shorts on before taking him into the bathroom,
"Alright buddy, before you're shirt let's get you shaved. You're starting to get a fuzzy face" he told his turning the water on to warm up. Grady had dark almost black hair and started being able to grow facial hair earlier that year so Eamon or his dad would shave his face before school, whichever was available. Carefully lathering his young brother's face up Eamon pulled the skin tight and shaved him. It took a while because Eamon didn't want to cut his brother, but they were finally done. He then put some after shave in Grady's hand and Grady messily rubbed it on his cheeks. Eamon helped him hit spots he missed. Eamon then handed his brother the deoderant and guided him in putting it on before pulling the white t-shirt over his head and pushing him backwards out of the bathroom.
"Alright go see if Ma needs help." he encouraged him before returning to the bedroom he shared. He made both beds and then straightened up before heading to the kitchen. Eamon was wearing a set of black denim shorts and a bright red Chip N Dale Rescue Rangers t-shirt his brother had gotten for him last christmas. On his feet were a set of formerly white sneakers that are now too dirty and stained to see their original gleam. He needs a new pair of sneakers, but hasn't gotten around to buying them yet. Instead he got himself a nice pair of work boots over the summer because he his old ones were old and getting too small.
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[Fieldbox="Ocki, deepskyblue, dotted, 10, TrebuchetMS"]
Ocki was letting the goats out to pasture, in general he would help take care of the goats because they were his favorite farm animal. After letting the goats out of their place in the barn he took some feed and dragged the bag over to the mama goat pen. They'd just had some babies so mama and babies were still in the barn until the babies were weaned, which generally was 60-90 days after birth. Squatting Ocki opened the bag and started to scoop feed through the pen's fence and into the mother's trough. He did spill some along the way because he wasn't tall enough to get it over correctly and knocked his hand a couple time getting it through.
After feeding and watering the mama goat he left the barn and started to skip back home. After school today he would help clean out the goats' section and do more chores, but in the morning he normally just let out the goats. The older kids had some more chores before school because they were bigger, but all the big chores tended to be done after school like cleaning and such. Morning was for milking and feeding. After the babies were weaned Ocki would start milking the mama goat, but not yet.
Ocki entered the house and kicked his rubber work boots off. He was just wearing his denim shorts with the suspenders hanging down since he hadn't felt like getting fully dressed. He could smell breakfast was almost done so instead of going upstairs to finish getting ready for the day he trotted into the kitchen eager for his morning meal.
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Monday, 4 September, First Day of School.
Temperature- High: 71 Low: 49
Temperature- High: 71 Low: 49
[Fieldbox="Petey, slateblue, dashed, 10, TrebuchetMS"]
slateblue
Petra Grigorescu [Petey, Pete] ~ 11 [5/Nov] ~ 4th Grade ~ No Clubs or Sports yet ~ Religion: Uncertain ~ Sexuality: N/A ~ SO: N/A
Location: 119 Elm Dr. N. - In the kitchen ~ Outfit ~ Interactions: N/A
Location: 119 Elm Dr. N. - In the kitchen ~ Outfit ~ Interactions: N/A
Petey squatted in the kitchen as she carefully filled up Lola and Bully's food bowls. Bully got old dog food and Lola got the puppy food. She then took a pitcher of water and refilled they're larger shared water bowl. One of her chores was feeding and watering the dogs and since Mr. Kel had to be at school early she had to get it done before they both left for the day.
Petey was anxious. you could tell by the way her nails her bitten down and her hands are shaking a bit. She was nervous to start a new school year in another school. The young Romanian had started living with Mr. Kel about half way through the summer so she hadn't been to school at St. Brendan's except to register. Standing up she climbed up on the wooden step stool to refill the water pitcher and then put it in the fridge.
Today Petey was wearing a set of denim shorts, a plain gray tank top, and a white short sleeved button up with blue dinasuors skating on it. Her button up was more a Hawaiian style shirt and was unbuttoned fully so her tank top underneath showed. Her feet were currently bare because she prefered to be barefoot.
Running her hands through her stiff black hair Petey went and grabbed the oatmeal from the cupboard and getting her stepstool got a bowl down and dumped the packet into the bowl putting the water in and then sticking it in the microwave. she also got a mug down and started to pour herself a cup of coffee.
Petey's hands were still shaking a bit some some drops of coffee fell onto the counter. She'd been noticing her hand shaking was getting worse since Mr. Kel was weaning her off smoking. She was down to less then a pack left from what she'd come here with, which worried her. What would she do when she couldn't smoke? Smoking helped her stay calm...it was already hard enough with Mr. Kel's rationing she didn't think she could stop all together. [/fieldbox]
[Fieldbox="Jibriil, seagreen, solid, 10, Arial"]
seagreen
Jibriil Ibrahim [Jib, Jeb, Jibriil] ~ 24 [14/Sept] ~ Farm Hand ~ Christian ~ Straight ~ SO: N/A
Location: Home- 45 Crying Dove Rd- Kitchen & Zakiyah's room~ Outfit (Shoes not on) ~ Interactions: Zakiyah
Location: Home- 45 Crying Dove Rd- Kitchen & Zakiyah's room~ Outfit (Shoes not on) ~ Interactions: Zakiyah
Jibriil was standing over the stove in his kitchen making mini pancakes. He was wearing a light blue gray henley shirt with a white tank top underneath and his normal patched up jeans. He didn't have his shoes on right now because they were dirty so his work boots were sitting in the entry way with his socks sitting next to them.
"Zee Bee, time to get up, baby girl!" he called putting the last mini pancake on the plate and putting a napkin over it. He put that, the sausage, and the bowl of frozen fruit he'd left to thaw over night on the coffee table where he can Zakiyah normally ate and then walked across the house to Zakiyah's little room. Walking in he pulled the shades up,
"Up and at 'em, lil' missy, breakfasts ready." he told kneeling down to kiss her forehead. Zakiyah sat up and yawned, "I'll pour the drink while you can get dressed and come out." Jibriil told his daughter before leaving. He got the plates and glasses out pouring Zakiyah a glass of milk and himself some water.
Going into the fridge he also took out the Zakiyah's snacks. The kindergarten served lunch for the kids if they were on a meal plan, which Zakiyah was, but he always packed her some snacks. He had made her some sweet potato fries in a little baggy, a thermos of orange juice and some string cheese. He tried to keep his daughter healthy and would give her at least one iron rich food as a snack to help her keep her levels steady.
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[Fieldbox="Zakiyah, plum, dotted, 10, TrebuchetMS"]
plum
Zakiyah A. Ibrahim [Zaki, Zee Bee, Lil' Missy] ~ 5 [12/Nov] ~ Kindergarten ~ Gymnastics & After School Club ~ Christian ~ Sexuality: N/A ~ SO: N/A
Location: Home - 45 Crying Dove Rd. ~ Outfit ~ Interaction: Jibriil
Location: Home - 45 Crying Dove Rd. ~ Outfit ~ Interaction: Jibriil
Zakiyah got up tiredly and opening her dresser picked through her clothes before pulling out what she wanted. She pulled on her bright pink shorts that she wore yesterday and slipped her partially button dark blue top on, that had a couple iron on patches decorating it, before before padding out to the living area her wild hair going everywhere and her new canvas sneakers in her right hand. She put them down next to her dad's big boots and went to sit on couch.
"You look pretty today, baby. You sure you want shorts? It might be a bit cool today." he warned her serving her food and then starting to eat himself. Summer was ending and while temperatures generally sat around high 60s to low 70s he wanted to make sure Zakiyah was prepared.
"But I like it, daddy." Zakiyah responded as she picked up on of her sausages and started to nibble on it. Her dad smiled at her,
"I know you do...want to take some sweat pants in case it gets cooler?" he suggested. Zakiyah shook her head and Jibriil sighed. He tried not to fight his daughter on clothes too much so he just moved on. Besides she would eventually learn what she needed to bring and what was comfortable for her when t came to weather. He couldn't baby her, or at least tried not to baby her.
"You excited for kindergarten?" he asked her as he took some more pancakes and glanced at the time to make sure theyw ere on track. Zakiyah nodded,
"Yeah. We get to learn more fun stuff like bigger kids music and play on the playground and sometimes they take the kindergarteners swimming!" she chirped excitedly. She loved playing on the playground. She liked to climb on top of everything. "Since I'm five I get to do more cool stuff in gymnastics too, Daddy. I'm a big girl so I can do a high up beam and other cool stuff." [/fieldbox]
[Fieldbox="Hadassah, olivedrab, dashed, 10, CourierNew"]
olivedrab
Hadassah R. Levitski [Dassah] ~ 24 [8/July] ~ EMT & Applebee's Waitress ~ Eastern Orthodox ~ Straight ~ Jameson B. Zinidar, Boyfriend [6 years]
Location: Home - 145B Main St. ~ Outfit ~ Interactions: Jameson (@~Happily.Ever.After~ )
Location: Home - 145B Main St. ~ Outfit ~ Interactions: Jameson (@~Happily.Ever.After~ )
Dassah climbed down and headed to the kitchen. She'd worked 12 PM- 12 AM at the hospital yesterday and didn't have to go into waitress until 4 PM so she wasn't in a hurry. She was wearing her old black Army PT shirt and a set of starred boxer briefs that were built for women. Opening the fridge Dassah pulled out a piece of cold cheese pizza and started to eat it as she went over to Jameson's side of the little apartment,
"Mornin' Squid!" she greeted, "You goin' into work today or not?" she asked leaning against the door frame as she ate, "If you're not we could go for a hike or a run." she suggested. Dassah generally took her days after working a shift at the hospital pretty easy going fora light run or hike and then working on some projects for the day. She was also looking into getting into some volunteer work in town.
Today was the first day of school for those in ordinary schooling, the community college had classes all year round though. Tourist season was also running down so the beaches and hikes Dassah like to use were less busy now.
[/fieldbox]
[Fieldbox="Eamon, firebrick, solid, 10, Verenda"]
firebrick
Eamon K. O'Hannigan [Em, E] ~ 16 [23/Jan] ~ Sophomore [EMT/CNA Program] & CNA at Senior Living Facility ~ JV Hockey (#12) ~ Roman Catholic ~ Sexuality: N/A ~ SO: N/A
Location: Home - 240 Lighthouse Way ~ Outfit ~ Interaction: N/A
Location: Home - 240 Lighthouse Way ~ Outfit ~ Interaction: N/A
Eamon was helped Grady get ready for school. While Grady could walk sometimes with crutches and his gross motor skills were improving his fine motor skills were still to poor for him to dress himself fully. Eamon helped him put his underwear and gray cargo shorts on before taking him into the bathroom,
"Alright buddy, before you're shirt let's get you shaved. You're starting to get a fuzzy face" he told his turning the water on to warm up. Grady had dark almost black hair and started being able to grow facial hair earlier that year so Eamon or his dad would shave his face before school, whichever was available. Carefully lathering his young brother's face up Eamon pulled the skin tight and shaved him. It took a while because Eamon didn't want to cut his brother, but they were finally done. He then put some after shave in Grady's hand and Grady messily rubbed it on his cheeks. Eamon helped him hit spots he missed. Eamon then handed his brother the deoderant and guided him in putting it on before pulling the white t-shirt over his head and pushing him backwards out of the bathroom.
"Alright go see if Ma needs help." he encouraged him before returning to the bedroom he shared. He made both beds and then straightened up before heading to the kitchen. Eamon was wearing a set of black denim shorts and a bright red Chip N Dale Rescue Rangers t-shirt his brother had gotten for him last christmas. On his feet were a set of formerly white sneakers that are now too dirty and stained to see their original gleam. He needs a new pair of sneakers, but hasn't gotten around to buying them yet. Instead he got himself a nice pair of work boots over the summer because he his old ones were old and getting too small.
[/fieldbox]
[Fieldbox="Ocki, deepskyblue, dotted, 10, TrebuchetMS"]
deepskyblue
Oktai C. Kennedy [Ocki] ~ 6 [3/Feb] ~ 1st Grade & Farmhand (on his family's farm) ~ 4H ~ Protestant ~ Sexuality: N/A ~ SO: N/A
Locations: Home - 110 Cliffside Rd. ~ Outfit ~ Interactions: N/A
Locations: Home - 110 Cliffside Rd. ~ Outfit ~ Interactions: N/A
Ocki was letting the goats out to pasture, in general he would help take care of the goats because they were his favorite farm animal. After letting the goats out of their place in the barn he took some feed and dragged the bag over to the mama goat pen. They'd just had some babies so mama and babies were still in the barn until the babies were weaned, which generally was 60-90 days after birth. Squatting Ocki opened the bag and started to scoop feed through the pen's fence and into the mother's trough. He did spill some along the way because he wasn't tall enough to get it over correctly and knocked his hand a couple time getting it through.
After feeding and watering the mama goat he left the barn and started to skip back home. After school today he would help clean out the goats' section and do more chores, but in the morning he normally just let out the goats. The older kids had some more chores before school because they were bigger, but all the big chores tended to be done after school like cleaning and such. Morning was for milking and feeding. After the babies were weaned Ocki would start milking the mama goat, but not yet.
Ocki entered the house and kicked his rubber work boots off. He was just wearing his denim shorts with the suspenders hanging down since he hadn't felt like getting fully dressed. He could smell breakfast was almost done so instead of going upstairs to finish getting ready for the day he trotted into the kitchen eager for his morning meal.
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