29th of Fall 517 Mid-Day – The NHC It has been nearly ten days since she had started her apprenticeship and Tierra was granted freedom from the orphanage to deal go about her duties at her 'place of employment' Her body was stiff from the recent beating she has received days prior and it was still obvious she was assaulted. The girl though couldn't give any details as she had none. Instead of being at the citizen office Tie at this very moment in time she found herself not in front of the housing commission office. She was on what was considered her lunch, yet with no mizas the orphan filled that time with some searching. It took her some luck to get here too, a boat ride from a kind ravosalaman willing to take her on without paying. Utter luck honestly there. Her backpack with pencils, notebook, gloves, and climbing resin was hanging from her shoulders. When she turned back to thank the man though he was already gone, finding a paying customer. A few ticks of staring up at the building though was enough to draw attention to the orphan so Tierra hurried into the building. It wasn't hard though to find the main desk, it was right there in front of her and the line was non-existent currently. A few unsure steps up and she stood at the desk, it was still several inches taller than she was, apparently to designed the 'superiority' of those that sat behind it is what is felt to Tierra. It certainly intimidated her. Hoping to provide a decently construct story to work with. The girl fell silent until the person behind the desk spoke to her. Tell some of the truth... It will be more plausible. Use your apprenticeship... Or the recent bullying. Maybe the abusive petcher there... Your 'father'... Tierra was not sure which story to use. As she stood here silently waiting she realized she was coming off as meek and scared to speak up. The current appearance of her face and bruised hand certainly didn't harm that general vibe either. When she finally was called on for what she came for, the orphan stood on her tiptoes to peer up at the person behind the desk, showing the bruised eye in it's fullness. “I... I was told by a nice rah.. vah.. sal...ah...man...” Tierra purposefully tried to make it sound like she had trouble with the term for the canal boat pushers, “dat ya could 'alp me.” She pointed back towards the door with her right hand, as her body twisted around to emphasis the pointing Tierra had to place her left hand on the counter's top to prevent from falling over – as much a part of the act of the abused child as it was to actually keep her balance as her stomach muscles still hurt something fierce. Petching kick to the gut. Tierra grimaced as the muscles protested her torso turning. Turning back to look up at the person behind the desk Tierra added a whisper, “He found me outside of mah daddy's home cryin'. Told me ta come here, said I should live on mah own. Said I should ask fo' a map so I can find mahself a job so I could find a place of mah own.” Tierra hoped to Rhysol this ploy worked. She had no desire to come straight or run. Sprinkled with truth. Tears started to pool in her eyes. Instinctively the orphan reached up and wiped them away so they didn't spill over. As her fingers curled to gingerly wipe away the tears to protect her black eye from getting more beat up Tierra stifled back a cry of pain and fear. Pulling her hand away Tie lowered her gaze away and did her best to pull back the sobbing so she could speak again. “Daddy said I should be in da Orphanage... But... But I dun want dat. I can live on mah own. I can do it. Just need ah job. Can ya 'alp me? Pweaze?” She gulped back down the sobbing and once again wiped the tears away. Shifting her shoulders she grimaced again, her body just ached. “Pweaze. I beggin' ya. Don't send me ta da Orphanage or home.” Tie let out a soft whimper of fear. Too much? Too late now if it is... WC: 723 |