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Gits backstory, chapter two
She closed the distance from the orphanage to town as quickly as her too small, school uniform shoes allowed,hurrying down a dark forested path with a wooden fence line on each side. The dark had never bothered her as it did some, she could see just fine for a good ways around her, but she was eager to get away from the orphanage. Soon the rocky dirt of the woods became the cobblestone of town. Luckily for our small child, she had unconsciously chosen a Friday night to make her escape, and the town was alive with people out for a night on the town. Plenty of prospective parents to choose from here, she thought, looking over the busy streets. She wasn't sure how to start this at first, hanging her head and nervously watching people, too scared to speak to anyone. She paced around for awhile, studying how people interacted with one another for awhile until she accidentally bumped into an older couple who had been walking the opposite direction. She cringed, bringing her arms up quickly a
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Git's Back Story / Chapter one
 It was a rainy evening, not stormy like the backdrop of so many stories of arrival, but unpleasant nonetheless. The kind of cold, early spring drizzle that permeates your clothing, soaking it against your skin and chilling you to the core. This was the night when she arrived. She didnt arrive on her own accord, nor was she even aware of where she was or why she had been brought to this place, she was far too young for abstract thought of that kind.
To her credit, Alluna had brought her child to the best orphanage in the area. It was large, clean, well funded and housed within its walls an onsite school so lauded that even children from the surrounding areas came here for their educations. The child, however knew nothing of this, and was not yet of the schooling age anyways. All she knew was she was safe, she was warm, and now she was alone. Well, not quite alone, but close enough. There was the crying of another infant from somewhere else in the darkened room, then another, and y
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Tagged by: MckinleyGArtz 
Rules:

You have to post ALL the rules.
Answer 12 questions you have been asked and then create 12 questions for people you tagged.
Choose 12 people. 
Actually, tag these people.
Can't say you don't do tags.

1. If your OC's/FC's had a dream vacation place where would they go?  
Mags would go somewhere warm and tropical, where there is a lot of sun, color and culture. 
Git wouldnt go, she'd have a staycation, lol 
 
2. What level of education do your OC's/FC's have?
Maggie was more or less homeschooled through highschool, with some collage courses, but is at a master level of everything that could be considered an art form (So, pretty freaking smart) Git is...book smart, but socially stunted. 

3. What kind of drunks are your OC's/FC's?
*If* Maggie were to get slammed, she'd just fall asleep somewhere awkward or be very quiet. 
Git becomes even more combative, but can't hardly stand. 

4. Do any of your OC's/FC's have hidden talents? What are they?
Maggie's talents are more or less on constant display, nothing hidden there.
Git can pick locks easily, and speaks three languages, having taught herself through books and experience. 

5. The ZOO! Which OC's/FC's is visiting the Zoo and which are part of the Zoo!
Maggie would visit every...single...animal...and be there all day
Git is begrudgingly living in the zoo, throwing rocks at people. 

6. Pick 2 OC's/FC's to face off in a gentleman's duel, who would win? (pistols and 10 paces)
Git, zero hesitation, she would not get along with Maggie,lol

7. OH GAWD!!! YOUR OC's/FC's ARE LATE!! WHAT ARE THEY LATE FOR!?
Maggie is late for one of her several appointments to volunteer somewhere. 
Git is late for dinner :P

8. Quick think of an animal! It's now your OC's/FC's new pet!
DID SOMEONE SAY MOAR FERRETS?!!?

9. Do you like my questions?
Sure, im very tired, so i hope i did this right, lol

10. OC's/FC's on a blind date with someone they hate. How does the shit go down?
Cornelius.... need i say more? XD hahahaha
Git would probably rob them and leave, lol 

11. Almost done hold your butts! Speaking of butts which OC's/FC's has the nicest Booty? 
Mags, lol

12. HAHA! This isn't a question!!!!
HAAA!!!

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(1) What do your OCs wear to bed?

(2) Which OC is the most likely to sleep with a teddy bear?

(3) A stranger dropped their wallet, would your OCs return it or keep it?

(4) A bar fight broke out, who would join in and who would run?

(5) Horror movies, What OCs would love them?

(6) Your OC just embarrassed themselves in front of several people, what do they do?

(7) Insomnia or narcolepcy? Who has what?

(8) Its very dark, whos afraid of the dark?

(9) Hot or cold, how do they like their shower water?

(10) Small animals, who would Squee?

(11) Do you have any gay OCs? Who are they happiest with? 

(12) Who is the most likely to watch cartoons? 

I have no idea... tag people they said, it will be fun, they said....i dont know 12 people with OCs... 
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She closed the distance from the orphanage to town as quickly as her too small, school uniform shoes allowed,hurrying down a dark forested path with a wooden fence line on each side. The dark had never bothered her as it did some, she could see just fine for a good ways around her, but she was eager to get away from the orphanage. Soon the rocky dirt of the woods became the cobblestone of town. Luckily for our small child, she had unconsciously chosen a Friday night to make her escape, and the town was alive with people out for a night on the town. Plenty of prospective parents to choose from here, she thought, looking over the busy streets. She wasn't sure how to start this at first, hanging her head and nervously watching people, too scared to speak to anyone. She paced around for awhile, studying how people interacted with one another for awhile until she accidentally bumped into an older couple who had been walking the opposite direction. She cringed, bringing her arms up quickly as if preparing to be hit and apologized hastily. "Oh, you're quite alright, child." The old lady said automatically, before she had even assessed the situation fully.

Git dropped her hands, looking up in surprised bewilderment at the kindness, but it was short lived. Upon looking this child over, the wise, old couple drew back in shock. "A changeling child?! Here?! No! Shoo!! SHOO!!" The pair looked alarmed, fearful almost, and the lady even went as far as to open her umbrella towards Git, physically shooing her away. Git was spooked and ran away quickly, running down the sidewalk and weaving in and out of the confused citizens who wondered what this child was running from in such a hurry. She was met with several curious comments, that she could hear as she passed. People wondering who's child that was, and wasn't that a school uniform from up the hill? Someone better rein in their child, letting them run around like that is so uncivilized. Did that child just steal something, should the authorities be called upon? Where are her parents?!

The comments followed her until she had made a good amount of space between herself and the judgmental older couple. She hid in the narrow space between two buildings, just wide enough for her to squeeze in if she turned sideways and shuffled in, hiding in the shadows. She caught her breath and tried to fix her hair, remembering how the staff had told her she would never get adopted looking as she did. She looked both ways down the ally and decided to go towards the brighter lit end. She was relieved to see that no one here immediately noticed her or seemed hostile as she walked down the sidewalk. She was now immensely nervous to engage anyone, let alone implore for them to accept her as their own. She kept her eyes down and tried to hide anything unusual about herself, tucking her tail up under her dress and pulling her sleeves down to hide any fur tufts she had forgotten how to change. She chanced talking to a young lady who was walking by herself. "Excuse me, I'm an orphan and I'm looking for a home..." She started, the lady stopped, looking confused. "Oh, here. Good luck." She said, handing Git a couple coins and walking away. This wasn't at all what Git had thought was going to happen. She was deeply confused, so much so that she was stunned to silence and just stood quietly with the coins in hand. She tried a few more times with a similar response from those she spoke to, though a couple just shook their heads and walked away, or apologized and said they couldn't donate right now.

She finally got what was going on and chased down one of those who had simply shook their head and walked by. "I'm not asking for money, I need a family!" She called after him. "And I'm sure you'll get one some day!" He called back, keeping ahead of her and leaving her standing in despair. She pocketed a small amount of money, which was good, but she hadn't been looking for that. She was growing frustrated when she happened upon a middle aged woman surrounded by a large group of children of various ages. She furrowed her brow and came up with a new plan, approaching the kids she moved in a way to avoid being seen by their mother.  A young boy looked her over questioningly, he was maybe a year younger than her and confused as of why this girl was now inserting herself into his family group. "Hi, my names Git, whats yours?" She asked, introducing herself to the little boy, a few other kids noticed and looked over amiably. "Billy, and this is Jess and Mary." He said, still a little confused, but friendly enough as he introduced his sisters beside him. They both looked a little older, but smiled and waved as they were introduced. "Nice to meet you, where are you guys going?" She asked, trying to stay undetected by their mother as she infiltrated her group of children. "We're gonna see a magic show!" The little boy said, eliciting a small cheer from an even younger boy behind him. "Oh wow, can I come too?" She asked, feigning interest in the show s an excuse to stay in the group.

Billy looked at her oddly, then up at his older sisters, who just shrugged. "I guess so?" He said, now looking a little uncomfortable. "Wow, thanks, this sounds fun!" She said, still keeping up the facade even though she had zero interest in magic or seeing a show right now. She just wanted a family and so far this was working better than her previous attempts. "Why do you look so funny?" The younger boy asked, tugging at her dress shyly as they stopped outside a theater to get tickets. Git wouldn't answer, but quickly tried to hide anything odd. "Hello, yes, one adult and six children please." The mother said, speaking to the man inside the ticket booth. "Mother, seven children." Mary corrected, causing her mother to look confused and gaze over her herd of kids, seeing an extra, shaggy head, she shrugged and corrected herself. "Yes, seven, my mistake." She said, purchasing the extra ticket under the misunderstanding that she must have forgotten one of her children was hosting a guest tonight. This is where we meet Ronnetta Jones, wealthy mother of six, and notorious drunk. She had married into wealth, but not love and though she spent most of her days looking up into the bottom of a wine bottle, she loved her children and tried to be as much a part of their life as she could. She often took them out, more time spent out of the house meant more time spent away from her husband. The children knew of her problem and did their best to take care of each other and, to some extent, their mother.

Good, this was good. Git took the purchase of the extra ticket as a sign of acceptance from who she had hoped was her new mother. She was still scared however, and kept a good distance between herself and the woman, trying to move with the group in a way that gave her at least two or three children to hide behind at all times. They went inside and the building was surprisingly gaudy in Gits opinion. It was beautiful, yes, a gold and scarlet theater with the faint smell of smoke and food. But it was over done in Gits eyes, too flashy and too overwhelming, she stayed near the other children and looked around nervously. "Why are you following us?" The youngest boy asked her, making her jump and look to the others for help, but they weren't sure either. "I...i just want to be your friend. ...My..mom is ...um.. gone tonight, and I need a place to stay?" She lied, unable to think of anything better to say. "Are you going to come home with us?" Mary asked her, looking a little uncertain. "I...is that okay? I'm really nice... we can play games." Git tried to be charming, but was nervous. "I can read stories, I have books." She said, trying again and pointing at her bag. "You have a knife." Billy said bluntly, pointing at her pocket. She quickly moved the knife to the bag instead. "I..well you never know if you're gonna need to defend yourself." She said, trying to excuse the weapon as she hastily hid it.

"Shes weird." The youngest boy said to another boy a little older than himself and they watched her with guarded eyes. Ronnetta had yet to even acknowledge the additional child, busying herself with buying the group some snacks and leading them to their seats. This presented a new challenge for Git, and she now had to decide who to sit by out of a group of kids who seemed rather uncertain of her. Git was trying to be on her best behavior, trying to make friends, trying to be accepted. But she could tell she was only winning over about half of the kids. The eldest three seemed to be a little more accepting of her.  Jess especially, who thankfully invited Git to sit beside her when she looked nervous about the arraignments.  "What kinda books do you like?" Jess asked her, looking interested. "Umm...I like scary books? Like, lore..and text books." Git said, unsure how to describe her unusual taste in literature. Jess didn't seem to mind, nodding as if she respected that. "I like romance stories." She said with a giggle, blushing a little as she looked over her shoulder at her mother down the row. "The ones with princesses in towers and handsome knights and princes coming to fight for their honor." She said excitedly. Git was grateful for the conversation, things seemed to be leading to acceptance with at least one of the group, and that was a start. "Hmm, but why are the princesses in towers?" She asked, never having gotten into such frivolities, but not wanting to sound disinterested.

"Usually some kind of curse or evil witch or something." Jess explained as if it was common knowledge. She was about to elaborate when the lighting changed and the crowd hushed. "Shows starting, I'll show you when we get home." Jess said, sitting back in her chair to watch the show with keen interest. "When we get home..." Git repeated, feeling her heart speed up at the idea. She grinned up at the flowery magician and appeared to be greatly enjoying the show, but she was really a thousand miles away, just playing Jess's statement on repeat in her mind: 'I'll show you when we get home. When we get home. When WE get home. When we get HOME." It was beautiful to hear, like a promise that's been a long time coming. The show itself was nothing special at least not to Git, who was hardly able to pay it any attention what so ever due to sheer excitement, she couldn't wait for it to be over so she could see her new home. When the time finally came and the lights returned to normal, she was on her feet instantly, waiting with an eager smile at the end of the row for her new family to gather.
 It was a rainy evening, not stormy like the backdrop of so many stories of arrival, but unpleasant nonetheless. The kind of cold, early spring drizzle that permeates your clothing, soaking it against your skin and chilling you to the core. This was the night when she arrived. She didnt arrive on her own accord, nor was she even aware of where she was or why she had been brought to this place, she was far too young for abstract thought of that kind.
To her credit, Alluna had brought her child to the best orphanage in the area. It was large, clean, well funded and housed within its walls an onsite school so lauded that even children from the surrounding areas came here for their educations. The child, however knew nothing of this, and was not yet of the schooling age anyways. All she knew was she was safe, she was warm, and now she was alone. Well, not quite alone, but close enough. There was the crying of another infant from somewhere else in the darkened room, then another, and yet another.
Soon the lights flickered on and an overtired woman in a dressing robe and plain looking pajamas drug herself in through the doorway, hushing the infants as she walked. "Hush, hush now, you're alright, quiet down." She said in a tired, yet kind voice. Our young girl liked the sound of this voice and she turned to try and see who it belonged to. She tried rolling onto her side to look through the bars of the crib but couldn't quite manage the feat, settling instead to wait for the owner to come to her. The woman went from crib to crib, quieting each infant in turn and putting them back to bed. Once she got to the crib where the newest arrival lay waiting, an assortment of emotions played out across her face. Confusion, fear, panic, and disgust flashed by in a quick but mostly silent parade. She did well not to reawaken the other infants as she left the crib side of the newest arrival and swept out into the hall.

More lights and the sounds of doors being opened, followed by quiet, urgent conversation growing closer. The sweet voiced lady returned with panicked tears forming in her eyes as she hovered behind a much more severe looking older woman. From the prospective of our girl, the could see a tired looking young lady with pretty dark eyes and hair, standing beside an older lady with greying hair sticking out from around a sleeping bonnet. From their prospective they saw a pale, bald abomination with mismatched eyes where once laid a human baby. Sleep worn and not in the mood for late night trouble the older lady, Laurenette peered over the edge of the crib, the child within cringed back. She wasn't sure how she knew, but it felt like she was in trouble, something wasn't right, this didn't look like home, this didn't smell like home, and these ladies didn't look like mother, no mater how sweet voiced the other had been. "See? I told you, a changeling child." The younger lady said with a fearful tone. Laurenette heaved a heavy and long sigh, looking around to the other cribs before she spoke. "Yes, it would seem we have fallen victim to a Hag. She took Timothy and left this in exchange, it would seem." She sighed again and slouched a little, leaning on the crib side for support. "Will he be alright? Timothy, i mean?" The sweet voiced lady asked. Laurenette rolled her head to look over at the younger woman. "I would assume? They usually only take another child to keep up appearances. This Hag must live within city limits, someone would have known she was carrying, questions would have been asked had she been seen without child. Even more questions would have arose had they seen her with this thing, her identity would have been blown." She sighed yet again, turning away from the newest addition to their orphanage and taking a few steps back towards the hall, shaking her head in defeat.
"It only makes sense that she took the youngest one we had." She added thoughtfully, wringing her hands slightly as her brow creased. "What do we do with this?" The younger woman asked her superior, waving a hand over the crib as she peered in briefly. Laurenette stopped and looked over her shoulder at the stolen crib. "Well, city rules state that since it is already within our building, we are obliged to make sure it survives until we can find it a new home." She said, sounding disappointed in the turn of events. Kathryn, the younger woman looked nervously at the infant, as if afraid it would bite. "But that is all we are obligated to do." Laurenette said with an air of finality and a meaningful look as she turned and swept out the room to go back to bed. Kathryn felt uneasy, knowing she wasn't going to be able to sleep now, she pulled the wooden rocking chair from the corner of the room to the center and sat herself between the changeling child and the other inhabited cribs. She felt as if this was something to be feared and distrusted. Something wild that would eat up the other children like a fox in a hen house. Never again would the kind voice of Kathryn be heard directed at this child.  

The next three years were of nearly absolute neglect. Though the environment of the orphanage was welcoming and warm for all other children in its keep, it was cold and sterile towards her. She would watch as the other children were doted on and well cared for as she became a target for abuse. She was never given a name, just referred to as "the changeling" and eventually "the Git". Dirty diapers never got changed until it became a nuisance to be around. Food was scarce and usually cold leftovers that she had to steal from the others her age. She had to grow up fast and figure out how to take care of herself as soon as she was able. But even that lead to conflict as she was often punished for her actions. She was often found in the kitchen, trying to make her own food, or in one of the bathrooms, trying to wash up either herself or her clothes in the sink. These actions, punished when she did them, would be easily forgiven when it was others. It was a frustrating situation to grow up in.
She was constantly in trouble, being made to stand in the corner or eventually the 'time out room', a modified coat closet that they eventually made up just for her. She was ridiculed and bullied by her peers and 'caregivers', being blamed for any wrong doing or misdeeds found around the orphanage whether she had done it or had been framed for it. The only friend she could count on through it all was the orphanage nanny dog, a large, shaggy brown mutt by the name of Morning, who was meant to be a guardian to the children in the care of the home. She formed a strong bond with the young changeling and they were nearly inseparable. Morning would even go as far as to shoo away other children who where already learning to display cruelty to the strange looking toddler.

The Git eventually discovered she could model her growing body after her friend. Playing pretend one day and mimicking her adopted mother figure, she slowly started sprouting a shaggy tail, sharper teeth and sparse bits of fur to match. To a young child anything is possible, so she saw nothing unusual about this at all, of course she could change her form, couldnt everyone? Things were funner this way, at least in her mind. She would crawl around on her hands and knees, even trying to bark, howl and growl like Morning did. Morning seemed to encourage this behavior, but when the other, two legged nannies found her they gave her a harsh scolding for changing her appearance. "How are we going to get rid of you now with you looking like that?! No one wants you as it is and now this?! You look like a drowned dog! You change back right now!" They scolded, forcing her back into a corner with their hostility. She was frightened and in tears, knowing she would get a nasty swatting yet again. She tried to change back but was too frightened and couldn't really control her changeling transformations very well. She was indeed swatted and sent to the corner in tears, Morning by her side, refusing the calls of the nannies to leave her child alone. Punishment aside, she still liked her new form and it became her permanent appearance, regardless of the scoffing of the caretakers. As she was severely discouraged from changing her form any further, and as a result she partially forgot about the option. It was safer this way, even if it got her unwanted attention from the others.

The next five years were of absolute misery for her in the orphanage. She eventually adopted the title of "Git" as a name of sorts. The other children had learned they would not be punished for the cruelty they inflicted on her and abused the privilege as much as time allowed. They often would steal from her the very few things she had acquired as her own, break them and pass the blame onto her when an adult would walk by, drawn by the sounds of her frustrated recovery attempts. Among the other abuses, they would also collect sticky and dirty things from the surrounding grounds of the orphanage and it became a game to stick things to her curly hair and fur patches so that she would be left trying to painfully remove the filth on her own, all while caching hell from the ladies of the orphanage for getting so dirty. Even with all this she was still determined to do well in classes, but school was hard to focus on when fellow students tormented her at all times. She would often fail classes or pass with the lowest possible score no matter how hard she tried. It wasn't that she was unintelligent, in fact, had the scores been honest and accurate, she would have been just shy of top of the class. The constant tormenting from the other kids and the animosity from the teachers made classroom learning almost impossible. She would often be found in a little nook of the library, reading on her own or with Morning on her lap. This was how she did the most of her schooling, learning things far beyond the expectations of her peers.  

By age nine she was so beaten down that she no longer even tried to defend herself when things would happen. She had learned her usual fist-fighting, biting and scratching weren't getting her anywhere but in more trouble, she eventually stopped reacting at all to the provoking of others and took to being sneaky, hiding most of the time in an attempt to simply avoid conflict. Although things were about to get worse quickly. Morning was in failing health and there was little anyone could do due to her advancing age. Git took to the library and studied anything she could to help aid her friend and mother figure. Though the death of Morning seemed inevitable. The shaggy brown dog had grown old and frail over the years and when her old body gave up Git was beyond devastated. She grew violent when the adults tried to take the body away for burial and scratched Kathryn across the forearm. There were three deep gashes and a fourth, shallower scratch where she had missed, all immediately bleeding badly. Kathryn pulled away with surprised scream, holding her arm and backing away. "Darall!! Darall! Help!" She called, shouting to the doorway. Git's eyes widened, that wasn't good at all. There wasn't many men who worked at the orphanage, just a groundskeeper, cook and a maintenance man.

But Darall, the maintenance man, worked duel duty and a bit of muscle when a child got out of hand and needed to be forcefully carried to their punishment. She could hear the heavy footfalls coming down the hallway and panicked. She wanted to take Morning away with her, but the vacated body was so heavy and awkward in death. Git needed to run, needed get away before he arrived or it would all be over. Kathryn continued calling for help as a small amount of blood ran between her fingers and hit the tile floor as she held her wound. Git was near an unfortunately tall window, but she tried to drag Morning with her towards it anyways. But she was too small, too weak, and Morning was too heavy now. "Im sorry." Git said, speaking into Morning's ear as she hugged her one last time and jumped out the second story window, grabbing a nearby tree limb with the idea of climbing down, but it bent much more than she had expected and she nearly fell the whole way.  The limb finally held tight and was almost ripped out of her grip about eight feet from the ground. She dropped the rest of the way without injury and began running across the yard she was soon captured by the grounds keeper who carried her back kicking and fighting. The other children had watched all of this. Some pointed and laughed at her, some held private conversations behind their hands as she was carried past them, all looked as if they were thoroughly enjoying the scene.

The groundskeeper was a large man, rumors had spread that he had troll blood somewhere in his heritage, but no one had ever asked him and couldn't prove it. The fightings of an underweight nine year old meant nothing to him as he stoically walked her back inside. She was tucked under his arm and he had a hold of both of her arms in his other hand. She kicked and bit at him as frustrated tears left streaks down her face. "Let me go! Let me go let me go let me go!!" She demanded, but he didn't seem to even hear her. He walked past the maintenance man, who was carrying Morning's body out for burial, causing a stronger outburst from Git as she tried to follow her only friend to her final resting place. The ladies of the orphanage had always been slightly fearful of this child, and now they were good and scared at the sight of this outburst. They refused to even take her into custody, instructing the groundskeeper to simply deposit her in a tiny closet beside the library, which was used for time outs of a severe magnitude. He tossed her in and locked the door and she was told she would be let out after dinner tonight if she had calmed down by then.

It took a long while for her to stop crying, she had just lost her only friend after all, and her escape attempt had failed. All in all it was a pretty shitty day if she did say so herself. It was just before lunchtime, so she had resigned herself to the fact she would be missing some meals yet again. No big deal, she supposed, at least she couldn't get blamed for spilling food today. After a little while there was a small voice at the door, then another, whispering and laughing. Word had gotten out that she was in 'the closet'. "Hey ya dumb Git, what did you do this time?" The mocking voice of a child sounded through the door. By the sounds of it, there was at least two, if not three out there. She didn't answer, she was too devastated yet to even be a smart-ass. "Did you kill the dog?! I heard you killed her." The voice tried again, sounding smarmy. Git's hands curled into fists and she gritted her teeth without even noticing the actions. "Are you sure shes in there?" "Yeah, Kennith said he saw them put her in." "I don't hear anything, maybe they let her out?" The voices spoke from the other side of the door. Git could see their shadows moving under the door. There was just enough room under the door to see a knee and a hand on the floor. "Hold on, Im gonna look." One voice said, followed by a shuffling sound as they got into position. Git moved her face as close to the crack as possible and waited. As soon as an eye was visible she growled and bared her teeth just as viciously as she could manage with a door between them. The results were satisfying though as the tormenting child was sent sprawling backwards in fright from the door with a terrifying squeal. "What'd it do? What'd it do?! Did she get you?!" The other kid asked, helping their friend up. Now he was mad, the fallen child got to his feet with as much dignity as a recently startled twelve year old can be said to have and kicked the bottom of the door with a loud thump. Git had moved away by then and was unmoved by the action, sitting in the corner and pouting at the rotten turn of events that day.

The kids eventually left out of boredom and Git was left alone once more. She eventually calmed down from the lost, still painful, but manageable. She was getting hungry too and had no way of telling what time it was. She peered under the door and could see a tall grandfather clock in the hall, but couldn't get an angle on it to where she could see the face. She wanted to leave this place, all it was to her was a place to sleep at night, and even that was questionable due to harassment from the other kids in the dormitories. Since arriving at this orphanage she had been left out of every event or holiday that took place and was routinely blamed for the loss of some kid she never even met named Timothy. She had grown up being told she was an abomination because of her race and the way she had arrived in this place. She was lectured almost daily on how no one wanted her, not even her own parents and how she would never find a home. And now, with Morning gone, she had no reason to stay.
She was very tired and hungry by the time they remembered to let her out, not to mention she had to pee. She was allowed to use the bathroom before being ushered to the kitchen where she was told to do the dishes as the second half of her punishment. Doing the dishes for a building this large was a daunting task, this would take all night as she was to have no help. The groundskeeper was sat in a chair to watch her and make sure she didn't try to run off again and she was put to work. At least there was plenty of scraps left on the plates, pots and pans. She ate what she found as she cleaned up, keeping an eye on the groundskeeper to see if he was still watching. She tried to start conversation with him, but he wouldn't answer her and she eventually gave up. Somewhere around midnight though she was given a chance to run, he had fallen asleep in the chair and she was alerted to this by the low, unsteady rumble of snoring. She set her things down and crept over to examine him, she had a plan, and she had been thinking about it most of the afternoon and evening. She was nervous as she collected a moderately sized kitchen knife and pocketed it, the blade sticking out of her back pocket awkwardly as she walked along. Next the found a book-bag on the hooks and emptied its contents onto the floor, gaining a bag to pack.

She was going to the library next and moved through the open archway silently, collecting a few books she thought would be useful and moving to the main hall. Here was the next challenge, actually getting out. The maintenance man would be lurking somewhere if he was awake, but she wasn't sure where. He wouldn't be looking for escapees necessarily, but for roamers or anyone trying to get in. The front door was locked and she wasn't sure how to open it, it was a complex looking thing meant for safety, so the window it would be then. Shuffling open the window, she managed to slide out unnoticed, she couldn't hardly believe it. She had half expected there to be shouting, sirens, horns, whistles and lights the moment she set foot outside. And here she was, with nothing happening. She shrugged and set off at a run across the grounds. It was a large lawn, with a gravel path up the middle, she knew to avoid that, it would be too noisy. The moon was full and that made her nervous, it was too much light, and the light blue dress, which was standard uniform for the girls housed at this orphanage, was all but glowing in the moonlight. Fortunately there was several large and very old walnut trees on the property and they cast wild shadows in the moonlight. She tried to put as many trees between herself and the orphanage as possible as she ran.

She was nearly floored when she made it to the edge of the property without being caught, seen or even acknowledged. She got through the fence and dared to look behind her, nothing but moonlit grounds and a dark building. She was scared but excited. She had done it! But now what? She was only nine and had only packed a kitchen knife and a small stack of books. Well, surely someone would take her in, take care of her, maybe even love her. Right? She thought so anyways, she still had hope yet. And if not, well, who's to say she wasn't old enough to take care of herself? She can do it, she has books, and a knife. No one better mess with her! She can take them out! Shes done it before! Well... okay maybe not.

She started walking towards town, it wasn't far and she could see the lights from her current location. At least the weather was nice, mid summer and clear skys, she felt hopeful. Although a feeling of anxiety threatened to overwhelm her like a tsunami, she tried to hold it back. This was only scary because it was new, she tried to tell herself. Maybe no one ever adopted her simply because they hadn't met her yet. She would just have to go out herself and find a family. The way to the city looked a little daunting and scary.  She really hoped someone would help her soon so she wasn't left alone for very long.
Git's Back Story / Chapter one
Just using this to store my pathfinder characters backstory bit by bit because i plan on writing a damn epic to get bonus points from our DM. (we get bonus skills for writing detailed backstories, describing what our characters do or did on a regular basis.)
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     Smile 1 by BoffinbraiN   thank you 4 fave !!
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Thank you so much for the fav. (:
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You betcha, thats for the cool art! :D
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Thank you so much for adding MerMay #23 - Pinup Tattoo to your favourites. I appreciate your support! :merla: 
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Thank you for making cool stuff!! :D
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Thanks for the +fav on 'Dorme: Pickle In A Box' :)
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Hey you bet, cute little critter, that! I had rats once upon a time. :)
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She was :)
We had a mischief of 8 girls and 2 boys over the last 10 years.
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I ended up with 12 by accident, they are nice pets if you spend a lot of time with them :) 
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I ended up with 12 by accident, they are nice pets if you spend a lot of time with them :) 
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Thank you for the fav! :D
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU AMAZING PERSON YOU!!!! 🎂🎉🎂
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0_0; Thank you, dear! I ended up with a late notice day off today so I went back to bed about an hour after my boss texted, lol, best birthday ever XD
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Awesome! You have a fun day!! If i wasn't so busy I would have drawn you something butts YOU BETTER HAVE FUN! lots of hugs!
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It was a pretty fun day, thanks! ^°^ hugs!
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Thanks for your fave !

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You are most welcome, it's an adorable mermaid :)
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Aloha! What's up?
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A lot, the sky, the one bird over there... that kinda stuff. Mostly atmosphere... Sup dude?
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lemontea Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2017
I heard that’s pretty relative. And nada, I just got off work. Trying to relax for a few hours before I find myself doing it all again tomorrow.
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Yoooooo, i know how thats goes... even though i have a lot of time off this week... :P I'm trying to steal other peoples hours... some may let me. Until i ditch this job for another that is... 
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merry birth
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