The Neighborhood Years - YL is a kid [IC]

[Lethen Empire]

The Neighborhood Years

OOC Thread

In this RP, all of our leaders are children, living in the same neighborhood (or a nearby one). There isn't much to say about it, other than that. Just a peaceful RP about an AU where our leaders live out their childhood years together.

Current time period: Late winter break

Rules

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• No godmodding (This isn't even supposed to have much combat anyways, but still)
• No being rude OOCly.
• Maximum age is 14 (For applying. If they turn the age over the cap somewhere into the RP, that's fine.)
• No metagaming.
• Minimum length of a post is one paragraph (3 lines).
• Have fun pls.

General Location

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For this, there's three neighborhoods. There's the main neighborhood, which is a nice middle-class neighborhood with normal houses. There's an apartment complex down the road the neighborhood attaches off of, and a wealthier luxury-house neighborhood across said road.

Each neighborhood has a set of locations within them.

Main Neighborhood

A nice playground
At the end of the cul-de-sac, there's a playground within the entrance of a forest behind the neighborhood. It's a relatively nice one, and it's usually flooded by children. It's got swings, slides, towers, you name it.

The forest
Beyond the playground is a forest. It's relatively small, and it's not dense enough to get lost in.


Wealthy neighborhood
The wealthy neighborhood is rather spread out, with each house having a decent plot of land to go with it. There isn't much in it though, since most of the interesting stuff is part of an individual residence.

von Alterz Residence
It's a relatively grand 3-story house. Where Luka, age 13, lives. His family owns a small pasture with a few horses.


The Apartments
An apartment complex. Majority of the buildings host 2-3 room apartments for lower-income families, however there are a few buildings in the complex that host nicer apartments.

Pool
There's a pretty crummy swimming pool, maximum depth being about 5 feet.

[Lethen Empire]

It was a cold winter day, and all the kids were out on winter break. Luka woke up in his grand room and, after using his own bathroom - which was a pleasant quality of large houses, went downstairs to a fireplace and breakfast being prepared by the housemaid. Bacon, pancakes, hot chocolate, and even a few christmas cookies throne into the mix - even though Christmas was a couple days ago. Luka chowed down on his breakfast with gusto. He figured he could go outside and harass a few of his younger neighbors with snowballs, and so he got dressed in his winter clothes and went outside into the snow. He immediately spotted a small wealth of children in their yards, doing what kids did in the snow: making snow angels, snow men, having their own snowball fights, et cetera. Luka sat down on the ground and plucked himself a lump up snow, which he fashioned into a ball. He chucked it at some kid in the middle of a snowball fight, and watched as the young child became confused as he was unable to figure out what happened. Luka quietly chuckled to himself and continued pelting unsuspecting little children with snowballs.

[Coutuza]

Carolus watched from inside of his house as the other children of the block carelessly pelted one another with snowballs and screamed and yelled joyously. He was simply sitting upstairs reading as he had so many innumerable times. Then, he suddenly heard from downstairs the doors opening and the maid beckoning in the man who had come to the door. Carolus immediately realized that this was his beloved uncle Albrecht, and so he joyously threw the book he was reading to the side and with vigor and some impatience he rapidly threw himself down the stairs only to find his father standing there. “Sorry Carolus, perhaps he will come next year” bellowed his father in the same frightening voice with which he said everything. Carolus, now thoroughly disappointed, put on a black trench coat and walked outside to at least take in the weather.

[Siberai]

Aliana watched from the window impertinently, gazing at the children pelting each other with snow. She grimaced, not in envy but annoyance, as she had her window open to allow the frigid wind to howl through, and the squeals and giggling broke her focus on watching cars pass down the road. Her father was out with her mother on a errand run, and she was alone in the rather spacious house, with only the frigid, howling wind and her library of books to keep her company. As she turned, she heard a car pull into the driveway, and the sound of her parents conversing over gas prices, as they usually did. Her father was a stunning man in his early 40's, her mother a beautiful woman, also in her early 40's. She went downstairs to open the door for them, as their maid had been on vacation for the past two weeks. She smiled as her father handed her a soda, a small pack of candy, as he always did when they went shopping, and a new SNES game. Super Mario Brothers 3, the game she'd always wanted. Her father loved to spoil his daughter, like any father would, and nodded as her mother asked him to open the refrigerator for her, as Aliana raced back upstairs to play her game, in full view of the rather poorer children staring into her window.

[Volga Nizhny]

Boris sat on the curb, in his Pioneer uniform with a black overcoat, his Red neckerchief, waving in the breeze, his light brown hair also waving, he would play this on his Handcrafted Balalaika. The sound of the music would echo throughout the neighborhood. A small hat was in front of him, asking for some change. Boris's grandma recently passed and his family does not have enough money to pay the funeral expenses or afford to continue school, His father's business is losing customers to the bigger grocery store two blocks down. His mother, a beautiful 52 soviet woman, and his father, a handsome 59 year old man.

[The Republic of Christiandom]

Quilljoy sat in a small chair, working away at his break homework. He had only about 1-2 pages left, and then he would be free to go.
Not like he was in a rush. Mathematics was tolerable to him, almost enjoyable.
He was in the middle of the last page when a snowball Quilljoy sat in a small chair, working away at his break homework. He had only about 1-2 pages left, and then he would be free to go.
Not like he was in a rush. Mathematics was tolerable to him, almost enjoyable.
He finished up and grabbed a piece of bread, before leaving a note for his adoptive father(a 47 year old retired Commissar) that he was going for a walk.
He bundled up and went outside into the snow.

[The Depressed Dawetids]

As Quark Hsuan-doong completed his last question on his Maths homework, he rushed to the piano to play the tune that he wrote and added a little to every now and then. As he played, he changed a little more of the tune until it sounded better.
As he completed editing his tune, he went outside for a walk, but something struck him: after 15 minutes, he found himself saying: “I hate my life; I want to die.” every minute for an unknown reason. He tried to stop it, but he couldn’t control himself, so he ran back home as quickly as possible to prevent anyone from hearing it.

[Zitravgrad]

Yet another cold day... but no Kozavian subject was not accustomed to it. Kazimir Miroslavsky opened his bright yellow eyes and discovered that he had fallen asleep while reading that book yet again. As his father, a notable lawyer, loved to state, "This annoying school keeps expecting teenagers to become master strategists in days." He was right... No 13 year-old should be expected to understand Krolonitz's books* and Kazimir was not one of those child prodigies to grasp such complexity just by flipping through those pages of a not-that-decent Russian translation of what they said to be one of the most complex works in German language', let alone writing something out of it.

He decided to let it go for the time being, since he had time until the end of winter break to do it anyway and there seemed to be a snowball fight outside. It looked like fun but Kazimir might or might not join. His mother might not let him outside with this weather, no matter how many years he had seen it. In fact, it was surprising that she let him enroll into a cadet school.

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* Philip von Krolonitz was a general famous for his books: Upon the Battlefield (1801) and Introduction to Steam Engine Warfare (1812)

[Volga Nizhny]

Boris kept playing the song over and over, until he started to play Kalinka, it echoed through out the neighborhood, even though he was not noticed by anyone, he continued to play. He’d play louder and louder. But then he stopped and slowly walked over to the playground, where he sat on a elevated platform and continued to play.

[Yluna]

Aisling stepped outside, walking carefully. She found the snow beautiful, and took care to disturb it as little as possible. Just as she reached the end of the driveway, her father's voice called out, "Aisling, don't go out in a skirt!"

The little girl turned to the man in his late 30s who bore little resemblance to her. The jet hair and green eyes were qualities that she had not inherited, as she took after her late mother. "Papa, I'm wearing tights, so it's fine."

"Well then zip up your jacket. In fact, come back inside, you'll get hit by a snowball and fall and get a concussion..."

"You worry too much, Papa," Aisling said. She obediently zipped up her jacket, but ignored the other instruction. Instead she went off to the playground, and watched the other children. She would join them, she told herself. Just as soon as she could get over her shyness.

[The Republic of Christiandom]

Quilljoy slowly walked up to the playground. He shivered and zipped up his coat. "Goddamn it... Negative...what, 7, 8 degrees Celsius?"

[Suoji]

Kosuro held his finger as he wrapped the bandage around it. He should be more careful next time; he was making a model kit and the scalpel he was using slipped. Still, it could be worse. He looked out of his room, which was neatly decorated with various sorts of items, usually history-related (one of his favourite topics). A lot of the other neighbourhood kids were playing around in the snow; he didn’t want to go out, it was cold enough inside his house. Besides, he didn’t have any friends out there anyway. He’d lived here for 13 years but still never got to know anybody.

His mother entered the room. She was 37 years old, and was a traditional Suojian woman: long hair, small but pretty face, brown eyes, and a rather pale face.
“Kosuro, go outside, have some fun!” She said to him.
“But..but...” He gestured at his finger. She sighed.
“Oh, again? Look, that won’t get you out of it. I want to clean up, and I don’t wannna do it with you in the way.” Kosuro groaned, and stood up. He placed the model kit (which was of a KV-1 Russian Tank) in the box he kept it in, and put on his coat and scarf.

He opened the door out of his house, and sighed. He’d probably walk around for a few hours, go up to the apartment blocks (which were a small walk away when you knew the shortcuts), speak to anyone he knew there, and then walk back home.

[The Republic of Christiandom]

Kosuro held his finger as he wrapped the bandage around it. He should be more careful next time; he was making a model kit and the scalpel he was using slipped. Still, it could be worse. He looked out of his room, which was neatly decorated with various sorts of items, usually history-related (one of his favourite topics). A lot of the other neighbourhood kids were playing around in the snow; he didn’t want to go out, it was cold enough inside his house. Besides, he didn’t have any friends out there anyway. He’d lived here for 13 years but still never got to know anybody.

His mother entered the room. She was 37 years old, and was a traditional Suojian woman: long hair, small but pretty face, brown eyes, and a rather pale face.
“Kosuro, go outside, have some fun!” She said to him.
“But..but...” He gestured at his finger. She sighed.
“Oh, again? Look, that won’t get you out of it. I want to clean up, and I don’t wannna do it with you in the way.” Kosuro groaned, and stood up. He placed the model kit (which was of a KV-1 Russian Tank) in the box he kept it in, and put on his coat and scarf.

He opened the door out of his house, and sighed. He’d probably walk around for a few hours, go up to the apartment blocks (which were a small walk away when you knew the shortcuts), speak to anyone he knew there, and then walk back home.

On his way to the playground, Quilljoy ran into Kosuro.
"Hello? Haven't seen you around before."

[Volga Nizhny]

A's boris played Kalinka for the last time, he played the Suoji Anthem, hitting the notes perfectly, he'd continue to play, as kids walked past and throw snowballs at each other, but never boris, he was the quiet one that no kid would get near.

[New Doltania]

John heard music. He sat down on a bench opposite the guy the the next door block, who was called Boris. Everyone turned their nose up at John. He was from a poor family and was way below everyone else's class. His mother was dead because of cancer, and his father was unemployed. He never mixed in with the others, he never tried and they never tried. But today was different. He wanted to mix. So he called out "Hi" across the street to Boris.

[Volga Nizhny]

John heard music. He sat down on a bench opposite the guy the the next door block, who was called Boris. Everyone turned their nose up at John. He was from a poor family and was way below everyone else's class. His mother was dead because of cancer, and his father was unemployed. He never mixed in with the others, he never tried and they never tried. But today was different. He wanted to mix. So he called out "Hi" across the street to Boris.

Boris would look up, "H..hi.." He'd say shyly, no one had ever spoken to him, he was shaking, he did not know what else to do, he said nothing else, he just sat there.

[Coutuza]

Carolus after a certain amount of time simply wandering round the area decided to take a seat at one of the benches in the nearby playground and simply read in a tranquil and quiet area. He dusted the snow off one of the benches and quietly took a seat while withdrawing a small copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein from his pocket and beginning to read it seemingly unaware of Boris and the others in the area. Then suddenly startled by John, Carolus quickly tore his concentration out of the book and in a rather friendly manner said “Oh... Hello...” It was then that he noticed Boris and once more said “Hello there...Boris wasn’t it? How are you feeling today?”

[The South Falls]

John heard music. He sat down on a bench opposite the guy the the next door block, who was called Boris. Everyone turned their nose up at John. He was from a poor family and was way below everyone else's class. His mother was dead because of cancer, and his father was unemployed. He never mixed in with the others, he never tried and they never tried. But today was different. He wanted to mix. So he called out "Hi" across the street to Boris.

Boris would look up, "H..hi.." He'd say shyly, no one had ever spoken to him, he was shaking, he did not know what else to do, he said nothing else, he just sat there.

August would get on his bicycle and ride to where he held music. He'd find John and Boris talking away. He'd think about whether he'd interrupt, and come to that conclusion that 'why not, they won't talk to me otherwise', and so he'd get down from his little red bike and say "hello, what is your name? What is this music you are playing?" They'd stare at him, a small child from the wealthy neighborhoods, not turning his nose up. "My parents twold me not to go here, but I said no and tweft." He had a slight lisp, due to the teeth-correction procedures that had been applied a year earlier, when he was seven. He'd also notice the future leader of coutuza there, already talking. "Hello, you too!" "What is your name?"

[Volga Nizhny]

Carolus after a certain amount of time simply wandering round the area decided to take a seat at one of the benches in the nearby playground and simply read in a tranquil and quiet area. He dusted the snow off one of the benches and quietly took a seat while withdrawing a small copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein from his pocket and beginning to read it seemingly unaware of Boris and the others in the area. Then suddenly startled by John, Carolus quickly tore his concentration out of the book and in a rather friendly manner said “Oh... Hello...” It was then that he noticed Boris and once more said “Hello there...”

"Another one?!" Boris thought to himself, this was definitely out of the norm for him, he was shaking as if he had dipped into Lake Baikal during the winter, he noticed the book Carolus was reading, and responded: "I have never read that book, I heard it was good.". he would start to play This on his beautifully painted, handcrafted Balalaika.

[Volga Nizhny]

Boris would look up, "H..hi.." He'd say shyly, no one had ever spoken to him, he was shaking, he did not know what else to do, he said nothing else, he just sat there.

August would get on his bicycle and ride to where he held music. He'd find John and Boris talking away. He'd think about whether he'd interrupt, and come to that conclusion that 'why not, they won't talk to me otherwise', and so he'd get down from his little red bike and say "hello, what is your name? What is this music you are playing?" They'd stare at him, a small child from the wealthy neighborhoods, not turning his nose up. "My parents twold me not to go here, but I said no and tweft." He had a slight lisp, due to the teeth-correction procedures that had been applied a year earlier, when he was seven. He'd also notice the future leader of coutuza there, already talking. "Hello, you too!" "What is your name?"

"Uhmm... yes.. Do you like it?" Boris would say shyly, "Is my music that good?!" He'd think to himself again.

[The South Falls]

August would get on his bicycle and ride to where he held music. He'd find John and Boris talking away. He'd think about whether he'd interrupt, and come to that conclusion that 'why not, they won't talk to me otherwise', and so he'd get down from his little red bike and say "hello, what is your name? What is this music you are playing?" They'd stare at him, a small child from the wealthy neighborhoods, not turning his nose up. "My parents twold me not to go here, but I said no and tweft." He had a slight lisp, due to the teeth-correction procedures that had been applied a year earlier, when he was seven. He'd also notice the future leader of coutuza there, already talking. "Hello, you too!" "What is your name?"

"Uhmm... yes.. Do you like it?" Boris would say shyly, "Is my music that good?!" He'd think to himself again.

"I twink that twor mussic is that good!" "It is quite exquisthit!" August would wander over to the piano. He'd ask "A piano duet?" "Maybe we could play sometwing over twere!" *He'd grab the sheet music and start flipping pages*

[Volga Nizhny]

"Uhmm... yes.. Do you like it?" Boris would say shyly, "Is my music that good?!" He'd think to himself again.

"I twink that twor mussic is that good!" "It is quite exquisthit!" August would wander over to the piano. He'd ask "A piano duet?" "Maybe we could play sometwing over twere!" *He'd grab the sheet music and start flipping pages*

"Uhm..okay.." Boris would say, He would start playing Kalinka.

[Suoji]

On his way to the playground, Quilljoy ran into Kosuro.
"Hello? Haven't seen you around before."

“Oh..oh, hello.” Kosuro stuttered and looked down. “I haven’t seen you around either. I mean, I don’t talk to many people around here, so I wouldn’t know you.” Kosuro smiled at the boy, whose name he did not know.

[The South Falls]

"I twink that twor mussic is that good!" "It is quite exquisthit!" August would wander over to the piano. He'd ask "A piano duet?" "Maybe we could play sometwing over twere!" *He'd grab the sheet music and start flipping pages*

"Uhm..okay.." Boris would say, He would start playing Kalinka.

August would help with playing, as he would try to hit some of the low notes, and music would be made, that sounded amazing.
"Thank twou!" August would continue playing.

[Coutuza]

Carolus after a certain amount of time simply wandering round the area decided to take a seat at one of the benches in the nearby playground and simply read in a tranquil and quiet area. He dusted the snow off one of the benches and quietly took a seat while withdrawing a small copy of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein from his pocket and beginning to read it seemingly unaware of Boris and the others in the area. Then suddenly startled by John, Carolus quickly tore his concentration out of the book and in a rather friendly manner said “Oh... Hello...” It was then that he noticed Boris and once more said “Hello there...”

"Another one?!" Boris thought to himself, this was definitely out of the norm for him, he was shaking as if he had dipped into Lake Baikal during the winter, he noticed the book Carolus was reading, and responded: "I have never read that book, I heard it was good.". he would start to play This on his beautifully painted, handcrafted Balalaika.

Carolus simply replied “Yes, it is indeed quite a good book. I see your quite a fan of Slavic music, so is my father, he once purchased a Balalaika and tried to play Kalinka, you should have heard it, it sounded as if he were destroying a piano with a sledgehammer.” Carolus then noticed August and cheerfully yelled “My name is Carolus, pleasure to meet you, and you are?”