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    IC: Payton barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. She didn't much like mucking the stables, she didn't even like horses in general. About as fun as walking through waist deep snow wearing only jeans and a thin sweater. she replied remembering how she had arrived at the Kingdom. Of course she wasn't really THAT cold spending her whole life in the seemingly perpetually cold Russia and all. Amelia looked at Payton with interest. Why would anyone do that? That doesn't sound like fun. I like the snow and all, but mummy always makes sure I'm all bundled up before I go.






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    OOC: I learned Enochian! Language of the angels.



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    IC: “Oh. I never thought of that,” Amelia replied simply as she glanced towards the kitchen. She hadn’t had much at snack time and she was ready to eat. Payton nodded, smiling at the young child’s innocence. She hadn’t had that when she was young. Her father being one of the heads of the project that eventually ended most of the human race. She grew up on an army base and never really had toys or other children to play with.



    Translation: “Oh. I never thought of that,” Amelia replied simply as she glanced towards the kitchen. She hadn’t had much at snack time and she was ready to eat. Payton nodded, smiling at the young child’s innocence. She hadn’t had that when she was young. Her father being one of the heads of the project that eventually ended most of the human race. She grew up on an army base and never really had toys or other children to play with.






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    OOC: Oh right only ones who have the font installed can actually see it. Oh well it's still pretty cool.



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    OOC: Not really hard if you know who to learn it from.



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    Nick twirled his gun.


    Kylie walked out into the rest of people

    She smiled and patted a seat next to her. "Here Kylie, sit by me." She clapped her hands a the food came out, lamb and venison and soups and salads and all that yummy stuff.

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    IC: Amelia turned and looked at the new girl with interest and a giant grin that stretched from ear to ear. There was another child in the Kingdom! There was another kid! She wanted to get up and run over and introduce herself, but the look she received from Payton reminded her to be polite and stay seated until after dinner, so she limited it to a small wave.


    Payton waited patiently as the food came out, keeping a close eye on Amelia. She knew that she'd be excited about the appearance of a new child as she had been quite lonely. As far as she knew Amelia had been born and raised on this farm before the Russian apocalypse wiped every adult, including her parents off the face of the earth.






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    Ooc: I love that. Russian apocalypse... Priceless!
    Ic: "This is Kylie." She said to the others. "She came earlier today with her broth...yeah, earlier today."

    OOC: Thanks. Makes sense since Post Apocalyptic RPG, big Russian...thing that wiped out the mass of the human race.



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    IC: Hi Kylie! My name's Amelia. Amelia piped up, waving once again. She liked that name it had a nice ring to it. Though she didn't understand why she would bring broth along since there was plenty of food to go around.


    Payton waved not bothering to introduce herself. She didn't often get stuck on nanny duty so her name probably wouldn't be important anyways. Even if she did have to play mom for awhile she usually had the kids call her whatever they pleased.






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    {Sorry for being so inactive guys! My wifi died and I'll be getting it re-installed on Tuesday. I'm on mobile, so my posts will be super short. I'll just put my character in here somewhere... I guess.}


    After he had sorted out the trainees on the main gate, Robin had taken his horse around the perimeter of the ranch, making sure that security had been stepped up a notch. He trotted into the courtyard on his horse, a black stallion. After dismounting, he gave a nod to the others and put the stallion back into it's rightful stable

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    Nick Sighed and started to walk back to the Kingdom


    Kylie looked up. "H-hi.....nice to meet you." She said shyly


    ooc Love the siggie Shalka. I love the pompei episode

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    [fancypost bgcolor= #191919; border-width: 0px; width: 390px; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; color: #ffffff; font-family: times new roman;]IC: Amelia smiled before turning back to Payton. Aren't you gonna introduce yourself? she asked. Her mother had said that it was terribly rude to just sit there when a new guest arrived. What if Kylie needed something from her? Or what if she wanted to write a note for her. "That lady that does cleaning and stuff around the Kingdom" wasn't exactly a good indentification. There were a lot of people who cleaned, cooked, and cared for the Kingdom.




    Payton shook her head and looked back at her plate. She wasn't shy or anything, but she always thought it was better to only give out names to those who needed them. Besides if she had to leave, would it not be easier to forget someone who you didn't know the name of? This wasn't the first conglomeration of survivors she'd visited and they all had nice people, but that was her job to find the surviving humans and prepare them for eradication.




























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    Amelia happily ate her salad being careful to keep her mouth closed as she chewed. The table had gone quiet since the food had arrived, but she didn't really mind as it gave her more time to eat. Looking down at the floor to make sure it was safe, she carefully placed her stuffed panda onto the floor. Her parents had gotten her that panda when she was a baby and it was the most important thing she owned.




























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    She smiled. "Don't worry, Payton, the cooks know your disliking to a certain red fruit. There are none in your salad.