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Road To Lost Souls - Personal Story - Public

Post by AliceBaudelaire on Mon Feb 20, 2017 1:30 am

Three lost souls in the world search for their destinies, unaware that their fates are woven together in a string of unfortunate events.

Pascale Hoskins:
Name:

Pascale Bexley Hoskins

Age:

Twenty-Three || May 3rd || Taurus

Appearance:


Personality:

Pascale has an overall weak demeanor that stemmed from her childhood illness, as well as the over protection from her parents. Her extreme need for imagination and limitless possibilities was covered by the stress of not being healthy enough to go anywhere, something she had a hard time coping with. She wanted to try every food and visit every historic place, and was able to until her sickness got worse and she was no longer able to go to so many places. Her parents smothering her and wanting her to be something she wasn't had taken it's toll on her, but she remained hopeful that she would be healed. Though, she did manage to keep a bright side of herself that cared deeply about those who were hurting like her, to which she would do all she could to help them as well.

During Pascale's reclusive years, she learned quite a bit about herself and what was killing her, while trying to find a way to reverse what was happening. Spending many hours alone while reading book after book made Pascale rather rude towards other people, and she would usually frighten them off with her rude demeanor. Pascale could not help herself but to experiment on different antibiotics in order to discover what would heal her, but nothing seemed to work well enough to where she could go outside. The doctors had become stumped on what to do at this point, which meant that Pascale had to stay away from others until something could be done. To their dismay, this went on for many years which really damaged Pascale's conversational skills, but made her rather smart when it came to anything that dealt with medicine.

As an adult, things for Pascale started to finally look better as there was a breakthrough in medicine, which helped to heal her system enough for travel. This made her feel a little more hope than she had in the previous years, but not enough to change her demeanor and outlook on life. Being able to finally get out and meet others helped improve her confidence and lead to her working with orphans, something that she enjoyed and believed would help her feel better inside. Even though there were still some problems that could take place, Pascale knew that if she gave up like everyone wanted her to do, she wouldn't ever get better. But, now she didn't have as much stress from her parents, since they backed off once she came of age.


History:

Pascale comes from a French background with a mother in the fashion world, and a father who owned his own restaurant which made quiet a bit of money. As a child, Pascale was always the type of girl who wanted to just experience all that there was in the world, but never got a chance to since her illness took over at an early age. She learned how to hold a camera and make some really good French cuisine, and went all over Paris with her parents for their businesses. Pascale had a weak immune system during her childhood, which prevented her from sports or extreme weather. Somewhat coddled by her mother, Pascale was somewhat a wuss and could never stand up for herself.

Through her teenage years, Pascale was sent to the United States of America to hopefully find a way to help her immune system get healthier. The American girls often picked on Pascale and gave her a hard time, which made her school life rather tenuous and unfulfilling. Pascale did her best to get by while she underwent testing to get over her health problems, but without any real reason to keep going she hesitated. Believing that she needed to keep herself away from the outside world, Pascale shut herself in a mansion her parents paid for and did her best to find her true calling. This was terribly unsettling for her parents, but there was nothing they could do that would jeopardize their family name in Paris, France.

As an adult, Pascale became rather reclusive from being away from society for so long, her illness having taken over almost completely. She spent most of her time in the library she had built over time, but there was still something missing from her life. After there were a few new discoveries made in the field of Pascale's illness, she was able to come out of hiding and was able to visit the large city where the hospital was. Starting a new part of her life, Pascale soon found herself befriending a group of orphans. One girl in particular caught her attention the most, and she knew right away that she would have to come live with her.


Likes:

+Cats (Especially her cat.)
+Reading Medical Books
+Chocolate Caramel Hot Coffee
+Jazz Music (Mainly Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald)
+Lazy Summer Afternoons
+Warm Rainstorms
+Anything Cherry Flavored
+Collecting Old Antique Keys
+Watching Old Movies On A Projector
+Being On Her Own (Most of the time)


Dislikes:

-Cold and Winter Weather
-Crowded Areas (Such as the mall or stadium)
-Large Dogs (They really frighten her)
-Being Around Her Parents
-Rap Or Electronic Music
-The Smell of Nail Polish
-The Thought of Being Eaten Alive
-Strangers Begging or Offering for Things
-Sleeping In Strange Places
-Men Who Are Flamboyant


Theme Song:


Extra:

~Along with having a weak immune system, Pascale tends to have panic attacks and nose bleeds. She takes care of these events by being alone, since being around others makes it happen more often than not.
~She is allergic to quite a few things, some include but are not limited to salt, eggs, corn starch, grapes, trout, and lobster.
~Pascale suffers from night terrors, and is often heard screaming in her sleep which is another reason why she prefers to live alone.
~She had an irrational fear of deep water, extremely high places, overly hot temperatures, and small children.
~Pascale's native language is French, but she is fluent in English and German.

Delaney Darby:
Name:

Delaney Emerson Darby

Age:

Six (Part One), Sixteen (Part Two) || December 23rd || Capricorn

Appearance:


Personality:

As a child, Delaney is quite dark and depressive, having a rather grim outlook on life around her. She doesn't show any kind of happiness or contentment, but instead a resentment for everyone around her. This has chased people away from her, something that fueled her anger and depression more than before and made way for a dangerous event. Having a complete control over her emotions at such a young age worried her psychologist, the woman going as far as to say that if Delaney wasn't adopted soon that she would most likely become a serial killer. A lot of adults found Delaney somewhat creepy, and that it would be terrifying to see her in the middle of the night.

(*Spoiler Alert*) Once she aged into her teenage years, Delaney became more brooding and dark as she grew into herself more. Even after being with Pascale for so long, Delaney still had a little resentment within her that stopped her from fully recovering. She did not value the meaning of friends, nor did she care to have any. Her attitude became somewhat more violent than it was when she was younger, but to her psychologist's dismay it was more controlled than when she was younger. There honestly isn't an inch of kindness within her unless she really finds you important, and there's no way that she would unless you were Pascale. And you're not.


History:

Delaney was orphaned at birth and left on a doorstep of an orphanage in Little Rock, Arkansas, where she stayed until she was six years old. Meeting Pascale, Delaney finally had a shot at being a regular six year old and was sent to live with her in her mansion. Throughout Delaney's orphan years, she did her best to appeal to parents like the other children, but was never selected to be adopted. The parents would say that she was "a little too dark for their tastes", which of course, Delaney was too young to understand. She was often picked on and left out of events by the other orphaned children, which only made things harder on the small child.

After being adopted by Pascale and taken to her mansion, Delaney was given the chance to really become the child she hadn't been able to before. Delaney scored rather high on her school tests, which lead the faculty to be convinced that she was too smart for the grade she was in. Requesting that Pascale put Delaney through a higher course while she was in Pascale's care, Delaney soon was tested more and many extraordinary things were found. Without knowledge of her parents, Delaney would soon find that they were a lot different than she imagined. But, now that she had Pascale, she wasn't too worried about who they were or why they left her.


Likes:

+Mathematical Equations (Mainly after age twelve)
+Watching The Stars At Night
+Anything Mint Flavored
+Watching Cartoons (Mainly six to ten)
+Any Animal That Is Fluffy (Six years old)
+Climbing Rocks
+Going Through Small Patches of Woods
+Sleeping In The Dark
+Anything With Magic Elements (Mainly six through eight)
+Singing When No One Is Around


Dislikes:

-Popular Girls (Mainly thirteen through sixteen)
-Wasting Paper and Killing Trees
-Anything Watermelon Flavored
-Winter Weather (Anything cold or snowy)
-The Smell of Gasoline
-Coffee
-Any Type of Fish
-Cracked Closet Doors
-Any Type of Clown
-Authority Figures (Mainly teenage years)


Theme Song:


Extra:

~Delaney has a slight lazy eye that is hardly recognizable, but she says she does feel the difference.
~Her parents' identities still remain a mystery, and Delaney was named by the caretaker of the Orphanage.
~She isn't allergic to anything that doctor's are aware of, and her knowledge and special "ability" are still unknown to doctor's as to how she got them.
~Many parents did not want to adopt Delaney because she "shown no interest in finding a family", but her psychologist said it was because she wanted her family to find her.
~(*Spoiler Alert*)When Delaney becomes a teenager, her ability becomes very unstable and causes her to hurt herself. This results in a small limp in her step, something she says is quite painful.

Houston Miller:
Name:

Houston Leighton Miller

Age:

Thirteen (Part One), Twenty-Three (Part Two) || October 19th || Libra

Appearance:


Personality:

As a young child, Houston had an amazing childhood with loving parents. He got more than he could ever ask for, which made him a rather happy boy. There was always excitement for something new, and a hunger to learn about everything. Nothing got Houston down, not even when his parents argued about finances. Houston believed that there was good in everyone and that no one could intentionally want to hurt the one they love, but that was changed when he turned thirteen. That was when the sadness could be seen in his eyes, a haunting look that never seemed to fade.

After his parents died, Houston became a little less enthused than normal which was to be expected. He strayed away from making friends and stuck to his own adventures, his will to do anything with his life dwindling away. Houston was rather sarcastic while in the orphanage, always treating the other kids rather roughly and would often get in trouble. He was then viewed as a good child stuck in a bad phase, and was conflicted with his feelings on who he should be. Houston did not agree with this since he thought he knew exactly what made him this way, and that he could change himself if he found a way to cope with what happened to him.

(*Spoiler Alert*)Houston's adult years were even harder on him than his childhood, remembering things from his past that he had hoped to forget. But, with the help he got from Pascale and Delaney, Houston knew that there was still some hope for him. His demeanor had improved and he was just as helpful as he was as a child, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes that was almost too easy to recognize. Houston opened up more to the people around him thanks to Pascale, him befriending others rather easily and kept them as friends. Although he wouldn't admit it, Houston does still feel a deep hatred for the one responsible for his parent's death.


History:

Houston's parents were both killed in a fire when he was two, his aunt no longer able to take care of him before giving him to the orphanage in Little Rock. He didn't remember too much about his family, but he didn't seem to mind. By the age of six, Houston was already considered on the the favors among the caretakers who worked there. He was always eager to help them, and that's what made him really stand out from the others. Being the very creative boy he was, Houston arranged the rooms in a way that made it fun for all the kids.

Once he turned twelve, Houston was passed over by many families due to the fact he had no talent. There was nothing they thought that set him apart from the other children in a good way, and this caused a massive delay in his schooling. The orphanage couldn't pay to send all of the older children to school, so Houston was forced to learn everything he could from strangers passing by. Most strangers encouraged his aspiration and desire to learn no matter his living conditions, and they helped him to learn as much as they could teach. Although, others were angered by the fact that a child had no education and was not going to go anywhere with his life, but he aimed to prove them all wrong by doing the opposite.

(*Spoiler Alert*) As an adult, Houston became what people would consider "weird" or "an awkward man", losing friends and often anyone else to talk to. Getting a girlfriend was almost impossible, and keeping a good paying job was out of the question. But, with the help Pascale had given him as a child, he now had the confidence to achieve his dreams. Even though people tend to steer clear of Houston, once they got to know him he was able to make a small name for himself. People began to talk that he was a rather nice and caring man, who did all he could to help those around him and that that was a rather refreshing thing.


Likes:

+Playing Guitar (Mainly acoustic)
+Watching Harry Potter Movies
+Daydreaming That He's Somewhere Else
+Taking Naps During The Day
+Sleeping With A Fan On
+Playing Video Games
+Going On Late Night Walks
+Attending Concerts (Usually Without Permission)
+Modest And Charming Girls
+Learning About The History Of The World


Dislikes:

-Abusive Men Or Women
-Weather That Is Too Hot
-Listening To Country Music
-Old People (He finds them to be creepy)
-Stuck Up Girls
-Western Movies or Sci-Fi Movies
-Any Type Of Vegetable
-Animals (Although he sort of likes cats)
-Long Shopping Lines
-Anything Mango Flavored


Theme Song:


Extra:

~Houston has a mild case of asthma, and often has to puff an inhaler when he exerts himself.
~His last name was unknown, so he was named after one of the caretaker's favorite beers. Miller.
~He has an irrational fear of the time 6:34pm, it causes him to panic and have problems breathing because it had something to do with his parents.
~Houston started smoking cigarettes at a young age, which doesn't help his lungs at all.
~There is a scar on his upper back that the caretakers believe came from his parent's accident, but he cannot remember how he got it.
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Re: Road To Lost Souls - Personal Story - Public

Post by AliceBaudelaire on Mon Feb 20, 2017 3:23 pm

"Houston? Did you hear me?" Miss Lacey, Houston's psychiatrist asked, lowering her glasses as she stared at him from behind her desk. Houston snapped out of his little daze, glancing up at the older woman with a blank expression before speaking. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear the question, Miss Lacey. I was remembering the fire.." He replied, Miss Lacey sighing as she put her clipboard down and folded her hands in her lap. "Houston, you couldn't have remembered something from the fire, you were only two years old. The brain is known to often forget things before the age of three, what you're seeing is a fabrication of your own conclusion. No one is responsible for that day, it was an accident." She said as she glanced down at her papers, Houston remaining silent as he sat in his chair. He knew he was right, he had seen the pictures and the files. Everything to him seemed very off, like it had been covered up and made to look like an accident. There was a long silence in the room as Houston continued to think about his parents and the fire, Miss Lacey watching him without speaking for she had no idea what to say. He had seemed to sure that something was wrong, but it was ruled as an accident almost instantly by the firefighters on scene.

"This obsessive behavior about your past is causing problems for your future, Houston. You are already thirteen years old and still have no managed to spark the interest in any of the parents, that's not good considering you have no where to go." Miss Lacey said calmly, not wanting to hurt the boy's feelings but he needed to know how important it was that he was adopted soon. Houston remained silent still, not really wanting to continue his session with the woman, but didn't really have much of a choice. "What about Delaney Darby? She stays there too, and I've seen how parents look at her. No one is going to take her either, why can't the both of us find somewhere to go together?" Houston asked, having spent time with the six year old since she had arrived, feeling somewhat like an older brother to her. Miss Lacey searched through her other patient files before coming across the name Delaney, opening it and giving it a quick glance before looking back at Houston with curiosity. "And why exactly do you want Delaney to go with you when you leave? She's only six and has a good amount of years before she's in the danger zone like you are, why not just think about yourself for now?" She asked, Houston growing angry by her question, wondering how on earth she would suggest he leave the small child behind. "She would never make it on her own.." He replied with a frown, knowing just how cruel the orphanage had been towards her.

Miss Lacey remained quiet for a few seconds, going over what it would take to get Houston and Delaney adopted as a pair when they weren't blood related. It would definitely strike the parents as odd, and could take a long time for the two to even be considered for adoption. Sighing, Miss Lacey rubbed her temples before putting her glasses back on, looking down at Houston before speaking calmly once more with the child. "That could take a lot of time, what if someone wants to take Delaney, but doesn't want to take you?" She asked, Houston biting his lip softly as he felt his eyes tearing up at the thought of being separated. "I would want to make sure they would good enough people for her, she's really special.. But, if they were and they really loved her, then I would want her to go." He said more confidently towards the end of his sentence, knowing that he would sacrifice being with her if it meant she was loved and taken care of. Miss Lacey was pleased by his answer and knew full well that he meant it, her signing the paper before handing him the two special ribbons. Having the two black ribbons meant that Houston and Delaney were supposed to be adopted together, and that they parents viewing them would know by the matching colors. Houston smiled a soft smile before standing up, giving a slight bow before running out of the room quickly. He needed to get to Delaney before someone had messed with her, something that happened quite often.

Delaney sat quietly on her bed as she stroked the hair of her doll, holding it close as she waited for Houston to return. The other kids had been playing nearby when they noticed Delaney sitting alone, them all whispering together before making their way over to her. "Hey, Duh-Lame-ey! Where's your boyfriend?" One of the children teased, Delaney remaining silent as they waited for her to speak. "Cat got your tongue, whiny baby?" Another child called before throwing a paper ball at her head. Delaney glanced up at them, the other children taking a small step back quickly in a slight panic. "Houston is not my boyfriend, and you shouldn't throw things at people's head. It's not very nice." Delaney pouted as she began to cry, a nearby chair moving slightly on it's own as her cries became louder. The children scattered in fear as the chair shot across the room, Delaney now sobbing louder than before. "Someone make her stop!" A boy shouted as the beds began to scoot across the floor, the lights flickering on and off as the kids began to cry as well. Houston opened the door quickly to see Delaney crying, him rushing to her side before pulling her into a hug. "It's okay, Laney! Calm down, we don't want to make your dolly upset, she is trying to sleep now." He said trying to soothe her cries, Delaney quietening down as she stroked her doll's hair once more. The furniture began to settle and the lights became stable once more, Houston sighing as the other children came out of hiding.

"I told you to leave her alone, or else someone is going to get hurt!" Houston shouted at the others, one of the older boys rolling his eyes before speaking. "She's weird! We were just playing with her and she makes everything start moving, no one should be able to do that! Why does she have to be here with us, why can't she just go live in an abandoned house or something?" The boy shouted back as the other kids agreed with him, Houston sighing as he took Delaney's hand and lead her to their beds. He had had enough of the other children picking on his sister, even if she wasn't actually his sister. He knew she couldn't control what was happening, and had a feeling that they would learn more about it if they got away from the orphanage. Packing their things in the two suitcases his aunt had given him when she gave him away, Houston ignoring the other children making sounds as if he was going to get in a lot of trouble. "You can't just go and leave any time you want, don't you think a lot of us would have left too if we could?" One of the older girls who had been their awhile asked, Houston ignoring her question as he felt Delaney tug on his shirt. "Are we really leaving, Houston?" She asked, giving him a look as if she was yearning for him to say yes, that they were running away and never looking back. Houston knew he had to tell her that he couldn't stay there either, and gave her a soft nod with a smile as he continued packing their few things.

"Where are you going to go, Houston? No one will take either of you guys into their homes, so you're just going to be living on the street." A boy said harshly, Houston sighing before turning to face the other children as he took Delaney's hand. "One day, we are going to be loved for who we are while you're being loved for what you can do, and once that fades away your new parents are not going to love you as much. When that day comes, I will be laughing at each of you as you come begging to Delaney to sign your paychecks." Houston replied cruelly, handing one of the suitcases to Delaney before helping her put on her jacket. "No one says we have to stay here, we are given the choice to die on the streets and I think I would prefer that to staying here with you idiots." Houston said as he took Delaney's hand and walked out of the building, not sure as to where they would go or if they would have a place to sleep that night. One thing he did know was that as long as he was there to protect Delaney for as long as he could, everything would be alright in the end. "Do you know where we are going, Houston? It's kinda cold out here." Delaney asked with a blank expression as she let go of his hand to zip her jacket, taking hold of it once again as not to fall behind. "I'm not sure yet, but I'll know when we get there. I promise. For now, I have a few dollars left so why don't we go and get some hot chocolate, that way we will be warm enough to find somewhere to sleep tonight." He smiled, Delaney giving him a nod with a soft smile as they headed to the coffee shop.

Delaney held her nose once inside, not liking the smell of coffee as Houston led her to a small table in the corner. "I'm gonna get us some hot chocolate, you stay right here and don't talk to anyone. Alright?" Houston said with a serious tone, Delaney nodding before Houston went to the front counter. Glaring out the window, Delaney watched as the people walked past while holding their jackets closed. She wondered where each of them where going, and if anyone would miss them if they were suddenly gone. Watching a young mother help her daughter who was dressed very nicely out of their car, Delaney focused intently on the little girl's shoes. Within seconds, the shoes caught on fire and engulfed the legs of the little girl as her mother panicked. A man nearby rushed to the little girl's aid, helping put out the fire as a nearby woman called the ambulance. Houston sat down quickly with his and Delaney's hot chocolate, watching as the commotion outside continued. "Laney.. What did you do..?" He asked her, staring at the severely burnt girl lay on the sidewalk waiting for the ambulance to arrive. "I didn't like her shoes.." Delaney replied, sipping on her hot chocolate as Houston frowned while still watching the girl and her mother outside. He couldn't believe that Delaney could set things on fire, she hadn't done it before at the orphanage. Looking at the woman and her expensive outfit, Houston now understood that Delaney didn't like how the little girl had better clothing and a rich mother. He turned and glanced at Delaney, who was staring at the table quietly.

The two left when the ambulance was gone, Houston not wanting Delaney to cause anymore trouble for the two of them. Rolling both of their suitcases down the sidewalk as Delaney held her jacket shut, Houston sighed softly to himself and wondered how long it was going to take to find them somewhere to stay. The night air had already gotten rather crisp and he knew Delaney could catch a cold, but he didn't know much about the neighborhoods beyond the orphanage. "You're lost, aren't you?" Delaney asked as they continued to walk, Houston nodding softly with a frown at the fact he hadn't thought things through. "That's okay, Houston. I bought a map when Alga let us go to the post office for her, remember? Maybe we can find somewhere on there?" She said as she took the map from her doll's dress, unraveling it before handing it to Houston. "Good job, Del! There are a few new houses a few blocks from here, they should still be empty for now. As long as we keep things nice and neat, it shouldn't be a problem and it's better than being in the cold." Houston replied with a grin, Delaney keeping a blank expression as they kept walking. Her voice was plain and had a hint of sadness as she spoke, her gaze on the ground as she buried her hands in her sleeves. "We are going to die, Houston. I'm going to die, you're going to die. There's no way out, it's going to happen. What difference does it make if it's tomorrow or eighty years? I am going to die." Houston frowned as his eyes began to tear up, wondering where the words were coming from and if she knew something he didn't.

"Don't talk like that, Delaney. I don't want to be sad tonight, we got away from the orphanage so we should be happier than this." He said as he continued walking, following the map towards the newly constructed houses in hopes that one would be empty for them. Stopping at the large gate at the entrance, Houston groaning and kicked the gate before sitting on the curb with his head in his hands. Delaney glanced at Houston as he sat, looking back at the gate before focusing really hard on it for as long as she could before suddenly feeling tired. Falling over, Delaney passed out as Houston ran to her side and picked her up quickly. The gate opened as Pascale walked down the road, glancing up before seeing Houston holding Delaney. "Oh, my! Are you alright?!" She called as she took out her phone, Houston panicking as he raced over to her. "You can't call them! They will take her away from me, we aren't supposed to be out here! Please, just let me take her somewhere she can lie down, please!" Houston begged, Pascale holding the phone in her hand before canceling the call, lowering her phone before taking Delaney from Houston. "Get your things and follow me, hurry up." She said in a serious tone, holding on to Delaney the best she could even though she had felt very weak from her medication. Houston grabbed the two suitcases before running after the woman, following her to the house she was staying at now that she was away from her mansion.

Pascale laid Delaney down on her couch, placing a pillow under her head and a warm blanket over her gently. Taking a seat as quick as she could, Pascale took a few deep breaths before glancing up at Houston who was holding Delaney's hand. "You must care.. Very deeply.. About your sister.." Pascale smiled as she tried to breathe enough to form the words, Houston glancing over at her with concern as he continued to hold Delaney's hand. "Are you alright, ma'am? You don't look too well, you're not going to die are you?" Houston asked, Pascale laughing the best she could before sipping on some nearby water. "Heavens no, not yet I sure hope. I start my first day at the orphanage tomorrow, and I sure need to be alive in order to go." Pascale grinned as she dipped a wash cloth into some water before handing it Houston, him draping it over Delaney's forehead gently as he let go of her hand. "You work for the orphanage? Are you going to make us go back?" Houston panicked, Pascale tilting her head in confusion as to what he could mean, since she thought they were just runaways. "You're from the orphanage? I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you mean." Pascale replied, Houston taking a seat on the floor next to Delaney as he glared as Pascale, wondering how much about the children she knew. "My name is Houston Miller, and this is Delaney Darby.." He said softly, Pascale's eyes opening widely as she remembered the names from the files.

"Yes! I know who you two are, this is perfect news!" She cheered, coughing harshly afterwards as she regained her breath. Houston glared at her in confusion, unsure of what she meant and if she planned on hurting the two of them. "You know who we are?" Houston asked the woman, a wave of fear spreading throughout his body as he scooted closer to Delaney. "Of course I know the two of you, I read your files and was planning on adopting you both the moment I started! You two are the most interesting children there, and I have read how many times you have been denied adoption." Pascale frowned, Houston's eyes opening wide as he heard her say she wanted to adopt the both of them, having been so used to hearing that he wasn't wanted. "You.. Want to.. Adopt us? Even Delaney? Both of us, together?" Houston began to tear up, feeling as though he would never hear those words from someone, let alone about both him and his "sister". Pascale smiled and nodded quickly, going over to the desk nearby and grabbing the two pictures she had of the two children. "I requested to talk to the two of you tomorrow, and see if you would like to come back home with me. But, if you're not at the orphanage now and they haven't notified me yet, then that shows that they don't really care what happens to the children who live there." Pascale said as she went to the phone, Houston standing up quickly before shouting. "You have to promise that if they won't let you have both of us, that you take Delaney! Promise!" Pascale gave Houston a serious expression as she held the phone in her hand, dialing the number before holding it to her ear.

"I promise you, Houston. I will keep Delaney, but I assure you that the both of you will be coming to stay with me. You don't have to worry about being separated. Yes? Hello? My name is Pascale Hoskins, one of the new caretakers for Happy Smiles Orphanage." She said as she unraveled the cord and walked into the other room, Houston staring down at Delaney as she began to open her eyes. Delaney glanced around before sitting up quickly, panicking until she saw Houston beside her. "What happened? Did I fall asleep?" She asked, Houston nodding so that he didn't have to tell her what really happened. "Del, I met this really nice lady who says she was going to work for the orphanage tomorrow, and that she came here just to adopt us!" Houston said excitedly, Delaney remaining expressionless as she listened to him tell her what happened. "Are you sure she is going to love us, Houston? What if she is a mean lady?" Delaney asked, Houston shaking his head with a smile before sitting down next to her. "She doesn't feel like a mean lady to me, and you remember what I said about when I think someone is bad." He replied, Delaney remaining quiet for a few minutes before glancing up at Pascale as she entered the room with some snacks, setting the tray down on the table before taking a seat on the couch across from Delaney and Houston.

"Hello, Delaney. My name is Pascale, it is so lovely to finally meet you." Pascale smiled softly, a small cough escaping her lips. Delaney glanced at Pascale and sat up a little more, crossing her hands in her lap as she spoke. "It's nice to meet you too, Miss Pascale. Houston said you're going to be our new mommy now, are you sure you want to be our mommy? We aren't really good kids like Billy or Shannon, they can do cartwheels in the grass and Billy runs really fast." Delaney frowned slightly, Pascale wondering if Delaney had been conditioned to say that when talking to parents. "I'm sure Billy can run really fast, and Shannon probably does do some good cartwheels. But, that's not really what I am looking for, I want someone a little more special than that. I want two children with extraordinary minds, ones that want to make something out of themselves instead of being a show pony." Pascale replied, Delaney tilting her head in confusion before speaking. "What is a show pony?' She asked, Houston laughing softly before glancing at the small girl, seeing how open she was being with Pascale so soon. "It means those kids are only getting adopted because they can bark when told like a dog, but you see I am more of a cat person. You and Houston are my cats, you come when you want affection and when you do it is beyond this world!" Pascale smiled, Delaney giving her a soft smile back as she took Houston's hand, not wanting to be without her big brother.

"And you are going to let us both live here with you?" Delaney asked, Pascale shaking her head as she glanced around the room. "We won't be staying here, I have somewhere else that we will be staying." We are going to leave first thing after I get the paperwork all sorted out, and we are going to go shopping in the morning for bedroom sets. I want to make sure you guys have everything you will need, is that okay?" Pascale asked, Delaney and Houston nodding with a slight excitement at the thought of getting their own rooms, something neither of them had had for a long time. Pascale smiled before leading the children to the room they were going to stay in that night, her tucking in Delaney before showing Houston to his room. He laid down on the bed and allowed Pascale to cover him as well, feeling more than thankful for the woman showing up when she had. "Thank you for everything, Miss Pascale. I thought the two of us were going to die out there, I couldn't find anywhere to go or to take Delaney." Houston frowned as he began to cry, feeling more than thankful that he had somewhere to stay for the night. Not to mention it was with a woman who seemed to really care about the two of them, Houston waving goodbye as Pascale as she left the room while closing the door behind her.
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