It was a cold, winter day in October, the slow lay thickly on the ground around the orphanage.. Today, the orphans would be given to their new master.. or, caretaker rather. At least those chosen for it, and it was harsher then any normal day. They were worked harder, whipped harder, beaten harder.. all to prepare them. Nicolas and Elizabeth were working in the mill, grinding all the corn while Rowan was cleaning the orphanage, or rather slacking off. The cold was biting.. and none of the children had any winter clothing. Maybe though, maybe they would all be okay.

( I won't be on for a bit, going out. )

Akira was tending to the sick younger children. She was almost excited. Really, she thought, anything would be better than this. It can't be any worse, can it?
She was wrong.

Aoi and Hanoko were in the kitchen, cooking (r atrempting to). Hanoko had some issues trying to get her hands to take even just a dpoon to stir the thin soup.
Aoi was basiclaly jsur doing anythign Hanoko told ehr to.
"D-do you think our new home will be betrer?" She whipered.

"Put in some or that salt. I dont know, Aoi.Agh!" Hanako missed the spoon. Which clattered on the floor. She hurriedto go rinse it off.

Rowan was finishing up his cleaning, and wandered off into the outside area. He sighed, his breath able to be seen in the cold. " Maybe a new life is ahead of us all.. " He prayed to be right, that this all would be over soon and he would be able to live a happier, calmer life. He oh so hoped for it.. but his hope was worthless because life had a much different plan for the group, not a nice one at that.

Akio's hand was stuck in the wall. Well, not the wall, but a pipe he was fixing. In the wall. He was probably going to be stuck here forever and no one would find him until he was dead.

Mason stood in a spot where he could see most of the tenants. He rubbed a mark on his side where he was hit yesterday, He had stood up for Heath who was currently hanging out near the rest of the group. He made his way down the stairs, silently counting the members in the group, luckily he had a crummy old jacket he had found one day after a storm. He kept it to himself just incase someone needed it more than him. He smiled at Nicolas as he passed by.

Akira heard someone screaming her name. She'd forgotten to do something again and was more than likely to be punished for it.

He grabbed her hand, stopping her. "I'll come with you and tell them It was my fault." , He whispered, looking down at her.

(Accidental double ping.