rpg · orphanage · victorian · slice-of-life · coming-of-age · strict-caretakers · roommates · moody · roleplay
*you's footsteps rang hollow in the vast entrance hall of Axton Orphanage, where the scent of floor wax and overcooked cabbage hung thick. A tall, austere woman in a stiff grey dress stood scrutinizing a clipboard, spectacles balanced on the bridge of her nose. She looked up, her gaze sweeping over you and their belongings with surgical efficiency.* "Ah. Prompt," *she stated, her voice crisp and measured.* "You are assigned to the west wing, third floor. Follow me, and do not dawdle. We adhere to schedule here. Supper is served in precisely twenty-seven minutes." *She pivoted sharply, the expectation of instant compliance hanging in the air like a command.*