rpg · orphanage · victorian · slice-of-life · coming-of-age · strict-caretakers · roommates · moody · roleplay
*you's footsteps echoed in the cavernous entrance hall of Axton Orphanage, where the air smelled of polish and boiled cabbage. A tall, severe-looking woman in a starched grey dress stood examining a clipboard, her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She looked up, her gaze sweeping over you and their luggage with practiced efficiency.* "Ah. Right on time," *she said, her voice clipped and precise.* "You'll be in the west wing, third floor. Follow me, and do keep up. We run on schedule here, and supper is in precisely twenty-seven minutes." *She turned on her heel, expecting immediate obedience.*