"London?" Sam asked, perking up, "You're from London? That is awesome! I'm from Texas- uh, the United States."
The door he had just camed through opened an another girl (Rai) walked in. Sam smiled at her, "Hey! Do you know where we are?"
((NOO!! I'm too late... :( Is there still room for another person? I can create either gender and any age...I can even do two charries.))
"Do I know where we are?" She asks, following it with a short laugh. "No, I don't know where it is, but honestly, I'd rather be back in Georgia, then here. Too many colors and it's bringing back too many memories that I long since blocked out." She leans against the wall and just stares at Sam and Sharina.
Finally, she fell asleep. When she woke up, Cri didn't even bother to read the note. She just got up and walked out of the room. She came into another room where some other teens where-and a lot of toys. SHe looked at the toys in disgust.
((Go ahead, Honor! ^-^ We have more girls than boys but I don't care either way how old or what gender.))
Sam blinked as yet another girl entered the room. Suddenly he wa very grateful he hadn't been in his PJs when- whatever had kidnapped him- snagged him. "Who are you?" (Cri)
Sharina takes a step back from everyone, obviously trying to distance herself slightly. This was just too weird. What were all these teens doing here? It didn't make sense to her. "Mum's probably worried sick about me," she mutters, shaking her head. She tugs restlessly on the sleeve of her leather jacket, glancing at the others and frowning slightly. "Does anyone even have an idea of who owns the place?"
Name: Juste (zj-ew-stay) Rousseau (Russo)
Age (9-17): 9
Disbelieve or Believe in Santa: Believes in Santa
Clothes: He wears a white polo that's rather dingy and grease stained, he has a set of brown shorts that go to his knees, plus a get of old dark brown dress shoes that are scuffed and scratched that are rather dirty and a set of dirty tan socks. He also has a brown, gray, and green plaid flat cap that's a little big on him and sometimes falls down so it goes over his eyes. He is wearing the uniform of the orphanage he was at plus his grand-dad's flat cap. He has a piece of leather cord hung around his neck with a small silver cross on it that he keep tucked under his shirt
Looks: Dark wavy brown hair in a raggedy badly done cut. It's in a sort of in a crew cut but it's a rough cut, some strands hang down and touch his ears, a few strand hang on his pale forehead, but most of his hair doesn't touch his ears. He has pale skin that looks like milk, there is the tiniest undertone of brown in it, though it's hard to tell. His eyes are also a deep brown goldish-auburn specks in them. He is a small child and thin, he reaches about 3'8.5"(he's very proud of that half inch) and is light weight, not bone thin, but still thin. He has normal facial features, his lips are a natural pale pink and have a childish, sweet smile on them, though there seems to be something deeper about his smile, something sadder.
Personality: He's a cheerful guy, not the brightest bulb in the bunch, but sweet. He's loyal and trustworthy. He easily adapts to the enviroment around him, blending in and trying to fit in. He's always trying to please people and will go to any extent to make someone like him. He's trustworthy and very good at keeping a secret, he keeps people and things he cares about very close and is afraid if those things or people leave they'll never come back, he doesn't like to be alone, he's afraid to be alone.
Bio: He's French, he lives in a small poor town in the French countryside. His mother died when he was born, but he was close to his father as he grew up, his father did get drunk and violent sometimes, but when he was sober he was kind to Juste. His father died in a working accident when Juste was 6, he went to live with his grand-dad and loved his grandfather dearly, his grand father taught him to speak some English and taught him to read and write, but only in French. His grandfather died when Juste was 8, his death devastated Juste. He started to cling to things that belonged to people he loved, like his grandfather's cap and his father's cross. He started to try to please people and make friends, though because he struggled with schooling he was considered stupid and not many people hung out with him.
Talents (soccer, singing, juggling etc): He can play a fife.
Weapon Mrs. Clause gave you (sword, wand, toy truck I don't care just be creative): An action figure of a French Navy Commando.
Weapon ability (glow, block any attack, can shoot sparks etc. IT HAS TO HAVE ITS LIMITS THOUGH!): The Navy Commando comes alive wheat Juste's command, when the doll is alive it is like Juste has two minds, he can see and here what the doll sees and hear and what he himself sees and hears, he commands the doll by thinking the commands. This can lead to confusion and major headaches and problems with thinking straight. The doll is very durable and can survive a fall of up too 27 feet. It has a range of 150 yards, and even through walls. The Commando's guns (sadly) do not work, but he can use them as clubs, the knives however do work, but it's just like stabbing someone with a large-ish needle. (Is this OK?)
Power (fly, control ice, super strength): He can run really fast.
Magical Creature (if you want one) (talking pengin, elf, ice fairy, yeti etc): None
Weakness/ Fear (the dark, spiders, death, pain, flowers YOU HAVE TO HAVE ONE): Losing people he loves, he'd do anything to keep someone he loved with him. He's also afraid of cockroaches.
Extra: He can speak French and English, though his English is pretty poor and simple, he was a French accent when he speaks English.
((Oh yeah do you want me to jump in with a post that explains how he was kidnapped, then that same post sips to him waking up and being in the North Pole? Or just have him wake up?))
((Honor, that's great and I LOVE your weapon. That is awesome ^_^. Uh, if you would breifely relate how Juste was captured and have him end up at the North Pole in the room we are all in.))
Juste ran to the park. The day was nice, a bit cool, but Juste didn't notice. He came to the park and watched the kids playing at the park from a distance. These kids wouldn't play with him, they didn't like him. Juste's hat fell over the bridge of his nose, he tipped his head back a bit to see what was going on. A man walked towards him, Juste couldn't see his face, the man had a hat pulled over his face, "Enfant, il ya des enfants là-bas dans les arbres. Ils veulent jouer avec vous." the man said. "Merci monsieur!" Juste said happily. He turned and ran to the trees. As soon as he got too the trees he looked around, tehre were no kids here. He felt something put over his mouth and breathed in something, he blacked out.
Juste woke up in a small room, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here, he didn't even know where he was! Getting up he left the tiny room he'd awakened in and into a larger room. He saw some other kids, older kids, much older kids. He pushed his hat up a bit because it'd fallen to the bridge of his nose. "Bonjour. Je suis Juste, où sommes-nous?" he asked softly, in French. He wasn't sure if these people knew French, but hoped they did, his ENglish was poor to say the least.
((TRANSLATION FOR WHAT WAS SAID IN FRENCH BELOW:
'Kid, there are some kids over there in the trees. They want to play with you.'
'Thank you sir!'
'Hello. I'm Juste, where are we?'))
Sam blinked as he heard someone speak in French. He turned and saw a boy peeking up at him. Where were all of these people coming from?
He turned to the boy. His mom was born in raised in Lousisiana so she had taught him French, he wasn't the best and still mixed somethings up but he could get his point acorss and most times understand what others were saying. "Bonjour, Juste. Mon nom est Sam. Nous ne sommes pas tres sur ou nous sommes."
My name is sam.
We aren't very sure where we are))
Juste smiled sweetly at Sam, "Bonjour, Sam." he said, he looked at the other kids, wondering who they were. His cap fell down again and Juste tipped his head back to see from under the bill. He looked around at everyone else again He waved at all of them and tried to not be nervous, he wanted these people to be his friends even though they were way older than he was.
"Sam et Juste." Rai mutters under her breath. Turning her head, she faces a young boy. There's something about him that reminds her of someone from her past; her brother. She pushes the thought away and pushes herself off the wall. "Mon nom est Rai, parlez-vous anglais? Tant pis, je vais marcher autour. Vous pouvez rester ici si vous voulez, mais je ne vais pas." Rai turns to look at everyone in the room. Growing up with Isralie parents was hard, especially when you traveled the world so much. Her mother taught her French, it was the third language she learned after English and Hebrew. She gives a short chuckle, grabs her handgun, but before walking out, she gives them all one last look, nodding her head toward Juste. Then, she just walks out the room and into the warm hallway.
'My name is Rai, do you speak English?'
'Too bad,I'm going t walk around.'
'You can stay here if you want, but I will not.'
DON'T KNOW IF I GOT THE CORRECT TRANSLATION.]
((That's OK, I use Google Translate....hehe...I know cheating, but I don't actually know French..))
Juste watched Rai leave, she didn't even wait for him too answer, "Oui." he said slowly, "I speak English." he said after her retreating form, hoping eh adn't gotten her mad by saying 'yes' in French. He spoke slowly and his accent thick, but it was mostly understandable. He wasn't sure if he should follow Rai or stay here with Sam. He stared down at the ground and wondered what to do. He finally followed Rai, maybe Sam would follow him. He hoped Sam adn the other would follow him, he wanted them to be his freinds, and if they left they weren''t around him he couldn't make them his friends.
Sam was bothered by Juste. At first he didn't know why but when he figured it out it hit him like a kick in the gut. Juste reminded of himself at nine. Of the age when he had found out he had cancer. Juste had the same smile that he had had, one that looks nice on the outside but was really hiding all of the sadness inside.
The thought made Sam's stomach twist. Because he knew how it felt when you had that smile. He still used that same smile when he was hiding the pain.
"Wait!" he called after them, "Where are you going? Don't you think that we should wait for someone?"
The two didn't reply, but kept walking away.
Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hand before running after them. It was probably better to stick as a group than to get seperated.
Sharina shakes her head, a smile dancing on her lips. "I'm gonna go follow. Venire si velint." Latin was her second language that she'd learned when she was 12, so she was quite fluent in it.
(The part in Latin is "Come if you want to.")
(And... Ignore that. XD)
Sharina sighs, shrugging slightly and trailing after the others. She was still uncertain of the others, though Sam seemed trustworthy for the most part.
Glancing behind her, Rai is faced with the others following her. The one following right behind her is none other than Juste. Something about him makes her want to take him under her wings and teach him. He reminds her so much of her little brother, Iysh, same age and everything.
"J'espère que vous comprenez l'anglais." He nods and she allows a small smile to grace her features before it immediately disappears. Continuing on, she brings the group to an opened space. She stops just beyond the wall into the opened space. In the background you could hear talking. Turning around to the group she puts a finger to her mouth.
"I hear people." She grabs her handgun and one thought enters her mind. .22 revolver. She quickly puts it away and decides to go for the tiny double edge blade she keeps in her right shoe.
Turning to the opening, she takes a deep breath before that first step, ready to take the first blow. It's funny how meeting these teens and Juste makes her a little edgy but also a little protective.
[Iysh = I shh]