No More Toy Soldiers (Roleplay)

Intro- The Flames

The Krenan's stood outside the estate that filled the grounds of 72 Westend Gardens. 'Twas a rather posh area for a small town. The town consisted of a small Health Clinic, A Firestation, Police station, A Telegram Office, Some small shops and houses. The Krenan's had had their house constructed on the edges of the town. Far away from the Fire Station. By the time they'd arrived, the estate was up in flames. Started from one small sneaky cigarette out of a window on the top floor that sparked a blaze higher than the London Eye. Anwen was outside in her undergarments and dressing gown waiting anxiously. In a matter of seconds the house began to burn. She looked around watching her brothers and sisters watch their home go up in flames, all they had left of their mother was in that house and it was all disappearing in front of their eyes.

The Fire Engines arrived at the house and hurried to try put the blaze out. Anwen held on to a string of hope that the stench of the smoke would mask her unique smell of menthol. Families began to wake, hearing the blaze and the commotion that followed. People in this town minded their own business, nobody left their house, not yet. They all knew the family, a large family full of tragedy and sorrow and they knew not to intervene so soon. No doubt the children would be put into seperate accomodation. People would offer, Anwen knew that for certain, the town kept to themselves but everybody knew everybody and nobody was left alone. It's just how they operated here.

Anwen Krenan was 1 of 16 children to Sahra-Anne Krenan and Douglas Adrian Krenan. Sahra (Pronounced Sarah) was a strong-willed, independent, loving mother to all her children. She had become ill after giving birth to her second last child, Ethel-Grace. Sahra was getting better, she was well again, and then.. During the birth of her youngest, Martin, she was no longer strong enough. She had used her last breathe to give Martin a chance to live.

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The blaze had calmed but the house was charred and burnt. It was a matter of minutes waiting for it to fall. There would some parts of the large house that could be salvaged but there was a low chance of anything sentimental being saved.

A car pulled up into the drive of the previously most sought after house. It was a posh car, something that the Krenan's had hardly seen around here. The driver had gotten out and opened the back left hand side door and let out a little girl with blonde curly hair and the highest standards. After her followed an older girl that looked mortified, not believing this was where she was staying. The other car door opened and out popped a young man about 19 years of age, handsome as it were and he opened the right hand back door and let out a snooty rich boy around the same age as Anwen and then another right after, the youngest and best dressed, he looked no older than 4. They all stood with sour faces. "Come on Miss Felicity, Surely can't be that bad. They've just had an accident and everything will be sorted soon enough." The young man said. The driver was around the back, unpacking their belongings. "Are these people all in their undergarments.. are they..?" She said almost throwing up at the thought. "They are who we're to stay with? They look poor and wretched, not to mention their beautiful home is destroyed. And that means my beautiful accomodation is destroyed!" Felicity growls. She was very hot headed and rather short. She was around 10 but she acted much older.
All 16 of the Krenan's turned. They were all stood face to face, angry, upset and ravenous. A parents worst nightmare.