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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."

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Tilting his head up towards the sky, Jake squinted as a bird flew in front of the sun. The man, Zachary he learned, was right. It was hot as hell out here. And Zachary didn't exactly look like he was built to last in temperatures like this. He was oddly pale. Jake found himself suddenly struck by a twinge of guilt for wrecking his hat. It probably would have helped him quite a bit out here.

"Name's Jake" he informed Zachary when asked about his name. "Hey, there's some huts over there" Jake told him as he tried to point a paw in their direction but failed "Maybe you should get out of the sun before you...die."

@GentlemanVaultBoy


"I...uh..." He said, looking back up at the sun before taking a long hard look at the dog. It was pretty hot out here. Really hot. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should do something in there. Out of the sun. See if, if, you know, that helps." He said, getting up. "Ummmm," he started awkwardly. "If you're not a, well, a heat stroke hallucination, thanks Jake. Uh, you can have that sunblock. Might come in handy, you never know." With that he set out toward the convenient little huts he hadn't seen before.
@SlypheedOhh... From what I understand @HaltingBloopers character Sam opened the door for @Gentlemanvaultboys character. So the girl and the birds are inside.


Nope, she never made it inside. He scared her off.

How anybody looking at the front door from inside the gym is the mystery.
Samuel heard the person trying to get in and heard the person ask the housekeeper to let them in. He turned and pulled the air, and the metal beams unfastened and fell with loud clanks to the floor, before being absorbed back into his hands. He couldn't be sure, this could be one of their tricks. They had the funds for anything. He quickly constructed a light encasing of armor covering his whole body, and a spear too. Taking a chance, he pointed the spear at the door, which let's face it, he didn't know how to use, turned the lock and opened the door to see someone......someone surrounded by a ton of BIRDS. He looked at the girl, shakily pointed the spear at her, and said "Who are you? Did they send you?"


Poor girl feel right back as some sort of armored dude pointed a spear at her. Samuel felt dozens of beady little eyes giving him the business. The little girl he was threatening, meanwhile, let out a yelp and scrambled to her feet before darting off along the side of the building. The birds followed her movement with their heads, turned to give him one last collective stinkeye, then took off after her.
Kid's like a week old guys.
As Samuel was entering the house and locking down the door, another person was entering the front yard. Not from the front, coming up the lane to the buildings door. No, this person came from around the side. Short and scrawny with a bob of blight blond hair bobbing from side to side under a rattly old wool cap that had struggled valiantly to retain its bright red color though years of hardship but nonetheless had gone a deep shade of maroon. Forgoing her typical coat on this bright, sunny day in favor of a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, she came jogging around the building red in the face and panting for breath.

She was not alone.

Trotting along at her heels was a chattering of large hens, each one fat and clucking up a storm. Behind them, content to swoop through the air and watch her, were a quartet of large blackbirds, a smattering of assorted tiny birds no bigger than your fist, and against all logic a flamingo that easily kept stride with the young girl using its long legs. The entire strange flock came to a stop when she did, leaning against the archway in front of the door in order to catch her breath.

Her name was Alfreda Caw, and she had grossly misinterpreted both the size of the orphanage and the meaning of the words "chicken run."

"Okay ladies, break time." she called to her charges. The chickens continued milling about as though they hadn't heard her, but they never did wander to far when she was around. That's why Alfreda had her special job, the chickens always listened when she spoke. They might not obey, but they would at least take what she said under advisement. "We're almost done, does anybody need a drink?"

The chickens clucked. They were always clucking.

"Okay, but I need to ask Housekeeper if we can use the hose." She said, pushing herself up and pointing at the lot of them. "Stay right here." With that she spun around, walked to the door, and tried to open it.

She tried again.

Third times the charm.

She jiggled the handle and pushed with her whole body for all the good that did, but the thing was stuck. She raised a fist and pounded on the window. "Mrs. Housekeeper?" She called. "Hello? The door's stuck. Hello?" She knocked on the door again.

Name: Alfreda Caw
Age: 9
Power: She attracts birds.

Appearance: A small girl with short blond hair, usually wrapped up in a coat that's much to big for her and a kitted wool cap she's had since she was a baby.

Bio: Betty was discovered three years ago sharing an abandoned building with a large flock of mixed birds. That was odd, but nothing to be concerned about until they showed up at the orphanage she was placed in. In large number. With quite a few identifiably exotic species. The birds watched her, brought gifts to her, and gave the stink eye to anyone that messed with her, and every day there seemed to be more of them. The final straw was the day that an angry dog somehow got onto the grounds. It targeted little Betty, at which point a cassowary bounded around the corner of the building and kicked the thing to death before running into a bathroom and promptly vanishing.

Deciding that they were not at all equipped to deal with that particular brand of insanity the administrators regretfully passed Betty into the care of the mysterious Benefactor.

The birds dutifully followed.




He smiled when the dog started spouting random words in celebration. "Yeah, I know that fe&&&&&...I g&t wh@t th@t'$ lik...erghhh." He fell back onto his butt in the sand, rubbing his head. When the dog spoke, worried about him, he replied, "Yeah, sorry. Sorry. It's probably just the sun, is all. Just the sun." He looked around for the sun block he'd lost when the dog had knocked him down, found it, and applied a layer of the stuff to his cheeks and forehead. "I'm not exactly much of a sea bird. Don't know why I'm out here. Probably just to be seen, I guess. Do you have a name? Mine's Zachery. Zachery Talbot."
@Gentlemanvaultboy As long as the orphanage isn't overwhelmed by birds she is approved.


Then I'll wait for an opportunity to slide in.
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1. Would living at the orphanage be considered saying in on spot?
Sorry tired brain. Im good with the rest.
@HaltingBlooper
To Samuel's arrival?


Yes. She stays in a place, birds will show up.
I think she means would she currently be living at the orphanage, or just showing up.

Sidenote: Waiting for a reaction from the Housekeeper or the girl with her.


Her call, I'm fine with either.
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