g r a y h i l l . o r p h a n a g e [accepting ; semi-lit]

[Serenity.]

{{- When shall we start?

[sushii]

[[ Once forms are complete, and a couple more people join. ]]

[Goodbye guise.]

Face Claim: Madilyn Bailey
Pictures:Rightful Owner
Voice Claim: Madilyn Bailey

Ｎａｒｎｉｅ Ｅｒｉｎ Ｗｅｂｓ

name;;
The girl in the photo is Narnie Erin Webs. Her first name is pronounced Nnn-Arr-knee. There is no real reason why she was named this, other then the fact her birth parents..liked? the name. Narnie doesn't really know where her name comes from, where her parents found it, she just guesses it was a some creation in their minds.
age;;
Narie is currently 17 years old, just turning 17 in September.
gender;;
Narnie is defiantly a female.
personality;;
Narnie is a reserved girl. She doesn't really talk lot to other people, not that she doesn't want to, but it mostly stems from her shyness. Narnie is a pretty sweet girl, just having a bit of trust issues is all. She doesn't interact well with others, it's like she hasn't been around anyone her whole life, mostly because she boxes herself in, so she is quite strange in some people's eyes since she seems to not be able to hold a conversation for very long. But again, she is a real sweet girl, she's just a bit backwards. Narnie seems to have a soft spot for people who are like her or worst than her, it's the more caring side of her.
Narnie rarely gets mad, but even when she does get mad, it doesn't seem to last for very long. It's almost like she doesn't have an angry bone or thought in her mind, like she's completely pure in that manner.
Narnie is a pretty quirky girl when she actually gets warmed up to someone. She normally smiling, rather happy to have someone in her life. Narnie loves to tell jokes and make other people happy even when isn't at the time.
history;;
Narnie was born on September 27th, 1995 on a rather cold night. Narnie was never able to actually meet her parents because they left her at the hospital. Narnie can't get over the fact they just left her there alone. Since no one in her family wanted her she was awarded to the state, so she really grew up hopping to foster home to foster home because on one seemed to want to adopt her. So the state decided to just let her live in an orphanage until she is old enough to leave or is adopted by someone.
brief reasoning as to how he/she got in the orphanage;;
Her parents left her at the hopstial and was award to the state so by the time she was 12 she was put in an orphanage.
relationship status;;
Single
likes;;
Singing, writing, Superman, Reading, Music, movies.
dislikes;;
Thunderstorms, unneeded bright lights, loud/sudden noises, the color lime green, confusion, and stuck up people.
other;;
Nothing comes to mind.

[sushii]

[[ Accepted! ]]

[sushii]

ROLE-PLAY IS NOW STARTING

[sushii]

Luke sits in his bedroom, his bedroom door shut and locked securely. He sits on the windowsill, legs pulled securely to his chest as he looks out the window, watching the sun set behind the forest trees. He was only in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie to keep him warm, considering it would be Autumn soon, so the weather was beginning to get chilly. He yawns tiredly, tilting his head back and looking around his bland room. He's never been in anybody else's bedroom. Do they all look the same? Are other people's rooms better than his? The walls of Luke's room were black, and his bed had crisp white sheets and pillow cases on, though a small black teddy bear was snuggled in between the pillows. He had an old, rustic looking chest that held many of his personal belongings, and his dresser had several clothing items for different occasions and different weather. The clock on his bedside table shone red, showing it was 7:28pm. It was getting late.

[Serenity.]

Cinder Ann Lindon

"It might not be now,
It might not be today,
I can't tell you how,
but darling, you'll be okay."

I opened my blue eyes and looked around the small room. I cringed a bit at the smallness of it, still not used to being in such small spaces. In my old house I had a larger room and more belongings, but this is better right? This is a better life for a fourteen year old? I mean, I'm crammed in a small bedroom and fed rarely but, at least I'm not being beat right? I sighed and pulled something out from under my bed, an ipod I was given when I was younger. I placed my headphones on and smiled a bit when the song 'Bulls in the bronx' by Pierce the veil started to blast in the headphones. "I've been having this dream that we could fly, so maybe if we never wake up we can see the sky." I sang quietly to myself before exiting the small room and going down the stairs into a main open part of the orphanage, my eyes looking at random things, trying to find my way around still, not able to hear anything other than the music.

{{- If anyone is open then just go ahead and approach my character xD I don't care if its in a nice or rude way.

[Goodbye guise.]

Ｎａｒｎｉｅ Ｅｒｉｎ Ｗｅｂｓ
↳Please tell me you'll fight this fight. I can't see without your light ↲

Narnie's slender fingers twisted were twisted into the sheets, holding on for no real reason. The nervous part of her told her to be alert, watch out for any sounds or movements, though she knew she was more safe in here then anywhere else. She just needed to relax. Slowly letting herself let go of the sheets, she placed them in her lap. Her eyes glancing around the bland room she'd basically lived in since she was 12. Her room walls were a flat, suffocating white with a creamish looking trimming- to bring 'life' into the box. The blinds blocked out most of the annoying light from the sun, the artificial light from her ceiling didn't bother her eyes as much. The only things that were in this room was her room and a dresser, which was the only that really had any color to it which was a brown.

Narnie licked her lips, allowing herself to fall back on the hard bed, her greenish blue eyes staring up at the ceiling with the longing of leaving this horrid place. She hummed lightly, her eyes fixed on the ceiling like it was the most important thing in her life, and it mind as well be.

[sushii]

The only thing Luke liked about having his room on the fourth and top floor of the house, was because Ms. Darla's room was on the second floor. There only were three floors full of bedrooms in this house; the main floor had the living room, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and an office only Ms. Darla went into. So Luke stood, sneaking out of his room and into the empty hallway. He looked down the long, narrow hall and his eyes scanned the brown doors that kept other children and teenagers in. He slowly walked down the hall, running his fingertips along the cold wall as he did so. Coming to a stop at the staircase, Luke wasn't sure if he wanted to walk down the four flights of stairs just to get a water bottle from the fridge.

[Serenity.]

Cinder Ann Lindon

"It might not be now,
It might not be today,
I can't tell you how,
but darling, you'll be okay."

[list][i][size=85]My eyes shoot to the stairs, and I can see the shadow of someone standing there. I bite my lip nervously and shake my head hoping it was just another orphan. I continued my quest to find an entrance and saw a door not too far off. I walked towards it, hand on the knob and looked around. I run my fingers through my red hair before slowly and quietly twisting the knob to open it.