Welcome to the Kiddie Korral.

Apr 30, 2010 16:22

Who: The Fifth Doctor and open!
What: IMAGINATION STATION! (yes, I once went to a day care center called that. STFU)
Where: The gymnasium!
When: Officially, the 2 hours prior to lunch and 1 hour prior to dinner, but pretty much any time, really!
Warnings: ...paint fights? Tantrums? Who knows!

Oh man, chitlins )

47, john wilkes booth, miss parker, gellert grindelwald, captain findthee swing, bob fraser, namor, the doctor (fifth), judas iscariot

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heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 16:42:02 UTC
Judas wandered in at one point, looking a little shy at so many kids in the gym. He could feel the energy in the room around him as he stepped in with a nervous look on his face, hat on his head, and a fork tied to his left arm in a mighty impersonation of his warden. However, the boy didn't feel as brave as Sexby, despite his apparel. Carefully, he moved toward the table with the paint on it, in awe of all the colors he saw on the table there. Needless to say, Judas had never seen such a variety in his entire life. First glancing around, he reached for the black paint and completed his Sexby look with a line over his eye and cheek. Now he could be brave!

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preachyrose May 1 2010, 17:06:20 UTC
Rose spotted the young boy and instantly migrated towards him, curious as to why the boy had both a fork and a hat. Certainly it was some kind of imaginary game, but the motivation and the thought that went behind it was lost to the schoolteacher.

She normally did not work with the children this young, especially not the boys, but this was too much like where she was supposed to be.

She watched him put the paint on his face and smiled, walking over before kneeling down near him. "Who are you pretending to be?" she asked, unaware, of course, that the boy did not speak English.

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heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 17:12:32 UTC
Judas stared up at Rose as she approached and tried to take a few steps back but when she knelt, he just watched her. Unfortunately, her question went right over his head, as what limited English he knew didn't supply him with the ability to understand her. So, instead he respectfully grabbed one of the bottles of paint and held it to her, hoping that was the right answer.

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preachyrose May 1 2010, 17:16:31 UTC
Rose gave him a gentle smile and took the paint, glancing to the table where a few sheets of paper were resting. She took a nearby brush and dipped it in the paint, running it along the paper idly in the vague shape of a butterfly.

"What's your name?" she asked him, as his silent answer had only gathered her interest.

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heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 17:19:01 UTC
Judas watched her with avid fascination and scooted a little closer. Her second question was one that he did indeed recognize and replied with a heavy accent, "Judas, son of Simon Iscariot."

At least Sexby's small English lessons weren't going to waste on the boy, as he wanted to learn a method to communicate so badly it almost made him cry. Hebrew wasn't a common language, he had found.

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preachyrose May 1 2010, 17:27:50 UTC
"Judas, son of Simon Iscariot." The accent was not familiar, but it accounted for the reason why he did not reply to her previous question. She put a hand on her chest and smiled. "Miss Rose."

Turning a bit, she dipped the brush in a pretty red color and handed it over to him. "Butterfly," she told the boy simply.

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heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 17:32:04 UTC
Judas nodded at her name, as he had at this point gotten used to this kind of introduction. He moved ever the closer when she put the brush in the red and handed it to him. He carefully dabbed a couple dots, not wanting to ruin the picture with carelessness.

"Flutterby," he said carefully as he dipped the brush back in the paint. "Flutterby flutterby."

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preachyrose May 1 2010, 17:44:06 UTC
Rose laughed gently and just watched him, reaching over for another brush to continue painting, putting a small sun in the corner, as well as a little tree.

"Butterfly," she corrected and then reached over to gently tap his chin, modeling the "b" sound with her lips. "Butterfly."

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heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 17:56:28 UTC
Judas leaned back a little when she touched his chin but replied nonetheless, "Blutterfy."

And then went right back to his painting, adding some red birds in the sky to fly near the sun. But, he smiled despite being with a stranger he hardly knew; painting was more fun than just drawing with coal or dust or Sexby's ink. But then the boy added a couple grapevines to the picture, as he'd seen very little outside of his father's vineyard.

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preachyrose May 1 2010, 18:53:22 UTC
Rose had no idea what to make of that, so she simply laughed a bit and pulled over another sheet of paper to being another picture. This one was of a hare, of course, with long ears and in a field. However, she drew only the outline before handing the brush to Judas for him to fill it in.

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Italics are Hebrew. heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 21:02:51 UTC
Judas immediately forgot his own picture when she painted the new one of the hare in a field. He quickly dipped his brush in gray and then carefully, ever so carefully, dabbed in the rest of the hare that dark gray. He clapped his hands together in excitement, despite the fact that said action splattered some of the remaining gray all over himself.

"Rabbit!" he smiled and grabbed some brown paint to smear all over the 'field' in her picture. Pffff, deserts are better than fields any day.

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preachyrose May 1 2010, 21:05:27 UTC
Rose just laughed, shaking her head and pulled the picture away so that he wouldn't ruin it with too much paint. "Again?" she asked and did another one, though this time she outlined two hares, as well as an ocean in the background in blue.

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heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 21:40:16 UTC
Judas nodded and answered, "Again!" before excitedly dipping his brush back into the gray paint and helping her paint the hares. He filled in the outline eagerly and not as much care. A few of the places were like strange lumps the hare had grown.

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a_bit_put_upon May 1 2010, 17:09:46 UTC
The Doctor sat nearby, engrossed in painting a picture of his own and smudged over with smears of colours along his hands and sleeves. It was nowhere near artistic quality, but then, one should envelop oneself in art for the joy of it, not the perfection.

He glanced up when the small boy approached the table, and chuckled at the warpaint. A clean piece of paper and a tray of fingerpaints were pushed across the table.

"Who might you be?" he asked, not recognising Judas by face yet.

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Italics are Hebrew. heavenonthemind May 1 2010, 17:16:26 UTC
Judas looked over at Five from where he stood at the other side of the table, shyly regarding the older man. He, unfortunately, didn't understand the question, but recognized the sound of his voice. Cautiously, he asked in Hebrew, "Do you speak Hebrew?"

He wanted to find someone who could could communicate with him properly. Pictures with Sexby and Angelica's exaggerated charades helped immensely, but he wanted to be able to just talk to someone and know what they wanted of him, as his father had at least taught him to be obedient.

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Noted and reciprocated! ♥ a_bit_put_upon May 1 2010, 17:25:09 UTC
He tilted his head curiously at the initial quiet, but the question earned the boy all smiles.

"Judas!" he exclaimed happily, falling into the guttural language as easily as he usually did into English. "It's wonderful of you to come! Were you playing costume games with ben Sexby?" He pointed vaguely toward the fork and hat, curious as to their meanings.

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