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  • Plot: It was a time in America's history where there were a ton of orphans. The orphanages would be packed with kids and many lived on the street. Fortunately, the west was booming. Towns were being set up all across the west. Two railroads finally connected, allowing easy passage from anywhere on the east coast all the way to California. As America kept growing and the amount of orphans kept increasing, some good men and women took it upon themselves to find homes for as many orphans as they could. Their solution: the orphan train. They would take orphans with them to stops from the east coast all the way to Cali, hoping to find them all homes. Those that didn't find a home were sent back. This is the sad, yet joyful story of the orphan train


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    Sarah Fairbanks walked about the streets looking for anything eddible to eat. She was wearing an old, rotting, ripped, dirty pair of pants. She had found a shirt a few weeks earlier that wasn't as ratty. Still, it was really dirty. She had lived on the street for about four years and was used to living all by herself. She didn't hang out whith other orphans on the street and she had no other friends. Still, she had managed thus far and she determined within herself to avoid giving up. Just as she thought, she found a loaf of bread. It had a lttle mold on it, so the middle class had tossed. She reached her hand into the trash bin and pulled it out. This was one of the best things she'd found to eat during that entire week. She held the bread close to her, freightened that she'd lose it if she wasn't careful. As soon as she arrived at her usuall spot on the corner of the street, she slumped down on the ground. As the people walked past her, she timidly opened the bread and took a bite. She ate as close as she could to the mold, without actually touching it, but the moldy flavor was unpreventable.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][justify]Isabelle had woken that morning with butterflies in her stomach. The orphan train was to come through today and she planned to give an orphan a well deserved home. She bustled about the cabin that morning, making sure everything was in check. She would wait until she returned home to make breakfast. Two years had passed since her son's death. One since her husbands. Isabelle had nothing left but a hole in her heart. One that she hoped to fill with the love of a child. Isabelle had gone out back to where the chicken coop stood. Collecting what eggs were given by the hens, she returned to her house and set the eggs aside for later. She had other chores to do and was quick to fufill her normal morning routine. Soon, she was putting on her Sunday best. Her skirts flowed about her ankles easily. It was no ball gown, but she took pride in her dress for her mother had made it for her before her departure from the east. Finally telling herself she was rather presentable, she made her way from her cabin and to where her horses patiently waited. She had hitched them just minutes before getting ready. Hoisting herself into the cart, she took the reins and called for the team to go, slowly making her way towards the town.

  • (nice job, Isabelle. Seeing as the official train hasn't even left yet, here is how we will do it. Another train will come through first, and you won't be able to find your child on that train. That will cause you to come the next time the train comes through.)


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    Alexander Bennet, A notebook and pen in hand, walked down the street, thinking about the orphan train he would take in a few days. As soon as the current train arrived back, he would have to go to the home base of the Children's Aid Society (the society responsible for the orphan trains.) He and his wife were the next scheduled head counselors for the expedition. He was now heading to an orphanage for the purpose of finding a few kids that desperately needed homes. He walked into the orphanage and checked in. It was easy, as they were used to his visits. "Let me meet some of the orphans," he said kindly to the orphanage staff. He headed outside, to the back yard of the orphanage. It was common for the kids to hang out and play in the large yard. He talked with a few orphans and wrote some of the names on the paper. It was then that he noticed a boy sitting alone at one end of the yard. The young boy, about 11 in age, sat all by himself. Alexander noticed how sad the boy (Gregory) looked. Maybe this boy could benefit from the train. He walked over and approached the boy after he finished with the orphan he was talking to and smiled. "Hi, I'm Alexander," he said, trying not to startle the young boy.


    ooc: I am trying to set this up, so please be patient if not all of the orphans meet up with the counselor right away. I can only meet the kids one at a time and I am the only counselor. Thanks!!!


    ic: (no official char roleplay) The orphan train that was already traveling experienced a few time delays. Fortunately, non of them were major and they expected to arrive an hour after the expected time. The train rolled into the station and came to a halt. The passenger cars always unloaded first and the orphans would exit after. As the passengers slowly left, the train counselors ushered the orphans out. They lined up, just as they were accustomed to doing, and stood there. "Now, we still have 7 more stops after this, so keep up hope," one of the counselors told the remaining orphans. Still, there was little hope that the remaining orphans would find a home. An even larger train was set to arrive two to three weeks later and it had three times the choices. Still, maybe a couple of the orphans could find a home at this stop.

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    gregory sat quietly outside, watching as other children ran and played with each other. a quiet sigh escaped his mouth. it hadn't been long since the death of this brother, and mind was plagued with the memory. closing his eyes, he was slightly startled when a voice boomed above him, and he opened them again to see a middle-aged man standing above him. after the man introduced himself, greg managed a small smile. "h-hi," he stampered, slightly shrinking away from the man out of instinctive fear.
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  • ooc: no probs, don't worry!


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    Alexander knelt to the ground, smiling at the boy, "My name is Alexander," he told him, "what is your name?" He hoped to calm the boy and also comfort him, some. Above all, this was a perfect candidate for the orphan train. Maybe he would be interested in going on it. Either way, it was worth a try.

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    [justify]his gaze wavered slightly as the man spoke to him, and greg tried his best not to shrink away. "g-gregory," he replied. what was this man here for? did he want to take him away from the orphanage? maybe to a new family, or, on a darker note, a place where he'll be put down. he'd heard about orphans getting killed for the sake of less mouths to feed, and his anxiety about death had increased after believing it.
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    "I'm here because I try to find homes out West for orphans. You'll get to go on a train and meet all kinds of cool people and its possible you'll get a new family. How would you like that?" Alexander was unsure as to whether he would tell Gregory about the downside of the train (the possibility of not getting adopted). At the same time, it might be better. He could see the boy thinking ans so he continued, "though before you make up your mind, it is also possible you won't. I don't want to see you come back here hurt because of that. Still, would you like to go on the train with us?"

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    [justify]listening to the man, greg's eyes lit up a bit, excitement rushing through him. he could find a family! but his joy was shot down as alexander introduced to him what could happen; he wouldn't get adopted, and left at the orphanage, or maybe even killed. hesitating a bit, he nodded to the man, feeling that he should give it a shot.
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    "Great," Alexander told him, smiling. "Hang in there. I'm gonna write your name down and talk to some other kids. The orphanage will help you get ready and in two weeks, you will have one of the biggest adventures of your life." He was warm to the child and smiled, writing Gregory on the list of names on his notebook. Already, though, he had noticed a girl. She was about 14, he guessed. He smiled at Gregory before heading over to her. "Hi, I'm Mr. Bennet. What's your name?" he asked her. He noticed she (Ella) had red hair. "If only I could take all these kids with me," he thought. The trip was always beneficial and provided a unique spiritual, mental, and physical journey for those orphans who were a part of it.