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The Childhood Meme

THE CHILDHOOD MEME

Childhood. That magical time between infancy and adulthood where you feel invincible. Where you haven't a care or responsibility in the world. It's a time where imagination runs wild and every day is a new adventure waiting to be had.

While there's plenty of fun out there in the world of adults, there's nothing that quite compares to the innocence of those early years. So, grab your juice box, your favorite toy and remember to be back before the streetlights come on.

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○ This meme is targeted toward the younger end of the age spectrum (15 and under), but that doesn't mean older characters aren't welcome. Does your character have a soft spot for children? Are they typically the type to be the babysitter? Or maybe they're the older sibling being dragged along to keep an eye on the younger one? Aging down is also an acceptable option, haven't we all wondered what our characters would have been like as kids?
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1. PLAYGROUND/PARK : The spot where all the best childhood memories are made. Are you playing a game of tag? Are you hanging upside down on the jungle gym? Are you getting into trouble while your mom is catching up on the latest gossip?

2. SCHOOL : The place where 75% of your day is spent and lifelong friendships are forged. Maybe you're in art class, maybe you're at recess, or maybe you're on a school field trip. The possibilities are endless. Just don't be that kid eating paste.

3. MALL : For the kids on the older end of the spectrum. Whether you're at the arcade, whether you're meeting with friends, or whether your parents gave you twenty bucks to get out of their hair, you've got the entire shopping mall at your disposal.

4. CIRCUS : It's the greatest show on earth! Lion tamers! Acrobats! Elephants! Feats meant to stun and amaze you! Cotton candy the size of your head! Are you watching the show from the stands? Or is your family a part of the show?

5. THEME PARK/AMUSEMENT PARK : It's a classic vacation that's fun for the whole family. Are you the roller coaster type? Or are you the type to shy away from the thrill rides and stick to the carousel instead? Keep a hold of someone's hand, though, the only thing that can ruin a day is a lost child in the park.

6. FAIR/FESTIVAL/CARNIVAL : The theme park on a smaller scale. Sometimes the rides are a little shaky, but there's plenty of good deep fried foods and games to be played. Go out and win yourself a goldfish!

7. NEVERLAND : Yes, you read that right. Just like in Peter Pan, it's the magical place where no one has to ever grow up and adults aren't welcome. What kind of adventures will you get into? Remember, it only takes a little bit of fairy dust and good thoughts to fly.

8. WILDCARD : None of these work for you? Go ahead and created your own!

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( god please please please let this poor kid have a nice childhood experience for once!! open to any except 4 and 7, open to interacting with other kids as well as adults if they're acting as foster parent )

(Please give him the nice childhood he deserve. [Voicetesting])

[ She's 16 but I'm down to play her at 14 or younger. ]

[ Modern au assumed for simplicity's sake. I'd love to play him when he was first bitten, around 12-13 - back then he was spirited, and scared and angry at his traumatic change in circumstance. His personality changes a lot between that time and how I play him in his twenties, so this could be fun! ]

Derek pulled the earbuds out of his ears the moment he stood in front of the Crane Estate, staring up the house in awe and wonder. He's never seen a house so big before, you could fit like three of his mom's clinics in here. Of course, no one would know his expression due to the mask he wore on his face, his only protection of his identity when he walked to the jobs he was called in for.

In all honesty, he didn't think he would even get the job with the Cranes, he was recommended to them by another family and he felt that he just dug the hole in this type of business further than before and now he has no escape from it. Like he chained himself to a post and there were too many hands tugging the leash in different directions, needing his attention.

He didn't think Mr. Crane would employ the services of a punk kid who showed up to the interview in a poor attempt of formal wear with not so much as a professional medical license to speak of because he couldn't afford medical school yet. All he had going for him was the word of how good his work was by the other families he's done work for and his dependability.

Somehow... that worked and here he was, about to start his first day at the Estate. Backpack filled with supplies, journals of notes, snacks, everything he usually carried and while he's sure the families he worked for could easily pay for supplies for him to use, he just felt more comfortable with his own tools. Even if he thought the bandages or vials of medicine he stole from hospital storerooms could be used on people far more worthy than mob families and gang members.

Derek's steps are slow as he makes his way to Estate's door, taking a deep breath as he pocketed his earbuds in his jacket pocket. He hated having to deal with family guards, they never took kindly to him and he's even gotten into a fight with one on his first day once. Left him with one hell of a set of bruises on his ribs and along his neck, all because he just couldn't stand the guard's comments about him as he was leaving.

When he climbs the steps, a guard raises his hand for him to stop, asking what buisness he had here. "New guy. Here on Jacob's call." is all Derek says and the guards exchange looks before one presses on the earpiece in their ear asking for confirmation. It isn't long after that he's ushered inside and they leave him standing in the foyer.

Gabriel's first thoughts on the estate had been similar to Derek's in that he'd never seen such a huge house up close. It was hard to believe that anyone actually lived there - harder still to picture himself doing the same. It'd been a week, give or take a day, and nights spent in the cold expanse of the basement had shaken the novelty for him somewhat. But then again, he supposed even palaces had dungeons.

When he'd been fetched, he hadn't followed out of a sense of obedience - it was simply to give him something to do. An excuse to be a little warmer for a while, although he couldn't say having to talk to the man who'd brought him in the first place would be worth that. But it wasn't Mr Crane who'd come to get him; just one of his security staff, one who was indifferent enough towards him not to be rough.

Instead he just lead him up through the house into one of the smaller spare bedrooms. Still larger than any bedroom Gabriel could imagine having to himself. When he was told to stay put, he nodded, and proceeded to do the exact opposite as the guard left him, confirming that the new doctor was ready to be brought up.

That made Gabriel nervous - a different sort of feeling to when he was around Crane. He'd always disliked going to hospitals or to the doctor's surgery, and wasn't keen on the idea of being poked by one now.

While he waited in the foyer, Derek pushed down the hood of his jacket and unfastened the mask, giving his hair a quick ruffle with his fingers. Taking the time until someone came to meet him to explore a little; In the interview, he had met Crane in some cleared out restaurant, never once stepping inside his home until now. He clipped the mask to his belt as he walks close to look at one of the paintings on the wall, definitely some expensive ol' thing that is probably worth more than his life.

If he wasn't working for Crane, he would have definitely put an effort into stealing from him, a thought he quickly puts on the backburner because even in his employment it was still a lingering option to test. Especially now that he can get an idea of the layout of the estate, the possible entrances, exits, and guard rounds.

Derek runs his fingers along the edge of a marble top table, accented in gold with photos of people Derek's never met but could recognize Crane's face in. Its a few minutes later that a voice from behind him startled him enough to accidentally hit one of the frames, knocking it backward. He quickly apologized as he reached out to quickly grab it and put it back in its former spot.

When he turned around, he was met with what he could only assume was a secretary or someone similar to one, with files in their hands that they held out to him. Derek wasn't completely sure what he was called for exactly, usually, he plays a guessing game of whether it's patching up someone or the exact opposite of that depending on the wants of the boss. So when the secretary ushers him to follow them, explaining that he'll be doing a check up on a boy Crane recently took under his wing, Derek begins to look over the files in hand.

Files belonging to a one 'Gabriel Starling', there was a sheet of basic information he needed to find out along with a number of shots he was supposed to administer and a list of questions to ask. It sounded simple enough until the secretary mentioned something about the boy being a recently turned Lycan to which Derek stopping in his tracks for a second. What was Crane doing with a Lycan kid? That alone has his head spinning with questions.

He quickly went over the lists again, hoping to god, there wasn't something in here about testing sliver or wolfsbane cause that's where he draws the line. They arrive at the room where he was supposed to meet Gabriel, a tray sitting just outside the door with a number of tools and vials. He was told he had all the time he needed to conduct the checkup and if he needed anything that a guard would be standing outside. Derek nods before the door is opened for him, taking a few steps inside with the files against his chest while the guard pushed in the tray and closed the door once more.

When he spots the kid, he raises his hand up and gives a little wave, trying his best to stay cheerful, "Hey."

The heightened ability to hear and smell were both things Gabriel was still getting used to. He knew there were two people coming up the stairs, though one was a stranger. Maybe the doctor..? Either way, he was about to find out.

Getting to his feet as the door opens, Gabriel's torn between looking at the guy that's just walked in and the tray of tools and vials pushed in with him. Why was there more than one? Do they want to take his blood? Crap, he hopes not...he hates having blood tests. In the pockets of his hoodie, his hands clench into fists, the middle finger of his right hand beginning to scratch at the skin around his thumb.

This guy...wasn't what he was expecting. No white coat, no scrubs...weird. He doesn't wave back, but he does give Derek a nod, eyes still warily flitting between him and the tray every so often.

"...Y'alright." More of a greeting than a question, he follows it up with another nod, this time towards the vials and utensils. "What's all that for..? I know you're a doctor an' all that, but I'm gonna say now, I don't like needles."

He's careful to keep his tone polite; while his parents never hit him, he's learned within a couple of days here that that isn't something the Cranes have an issue with. Who knows about this guy, who he is, how he knows Jacob, what he'll tell him. The last thing Gabe wants is a smack for being rude.

"Well, then you are probably going to hate me then." Derek lifts the files and gives them a little wave, "Crane wants me to give you some shots, some of which I'd have to call my mom about cause I don't think you need them till your older... if at all. Otherwise, Its just a regular checkup." He glances around the room they're in and god it was huge. Why was everything in this house so unnecessarily big?

He lowers his hand, shrugging off his backpack and headed towards a table that was nearby, he started rolling up the sleeves of his jacket, revealing wrapped bandages on his arms. His own carelessness, he'd tell you. "I don't usually do these, so bear with me on this, okay?"

He's seen his mom do it plenty of times and he's tried it on a few people before so this shouldn't be too difficult. He replaces his fingerless gloves with a pair of latex ones, fishing out a pen from the contents of his backpack as he pats the spot across from him for Gabriel to take if he wanted to. Otherwise, he could just move the chair to him.

"Okay, first off ground rules. Today's my first day here so I figure we'll be seeing each other often after this so..." Derek walks away towards the tray and rolls it closer to the table, "Number one: Whatever room we're in in this house, it's a safe place, okay? I don't report to Crane or his goonies so you can honestly say or do whatever you like. Number two: If you have any questions about anything, feel free to ask. I'll try my best to answer because no one deserves to be kept in the dark on anything. And Lastly: I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to, okay?"

Derek doesn't offer these kinds of rules to just anyone, he very rarely deals with kids and he wanted to be better than his own parents were to him and Gabriel might be on the same sort of boat he was. Even if he thought every word Derek just said was bullshit.

"Yeah, well - unless you're gonna make me, I don't want any." This was meant seriously, but perhaps lacking the bite he intended it to have. For now, he'll be staying where he is - away from the table and away from Derek. "I've had my MMR jabs and the rest of 'em, I don't need any more."

Those bandages, though - they catch his eye pretty much immediately. He knows better than to ask, but man is that question burning a hole in his tongue already. Instead, he focuses on the rules being laid down; more rules on top of the ones he's already had to learn. Only these ones, he quickly finds out, aren't so hard to keep track of.

These ones he wants to trust in, but that's a mighty big ask right now. Crane told him he could be trusted; was really convincing about it too. He wants someone to talk to, wants to see if there's any way he can try and call his family. Maybe if Derek's for real he can ask him. Maybe. He doesn't fancy flirting with another split lip.

For now, Gabe shrugs, feigning nonchalance as best as he can as he jerks his elbow in the direction of his file.

"Whassat say about me..? Just medical stuff?" And then, after a moment; "...Are you a specialist or somethin'? 'Cus if this is because of what bit me, I've got questions about that."

"See, now that's something I needed to know. If you've already had them then you don't need these..." Derek raises a brow, plopping down in the chair, bringing the tray closer in front of him as he picked up the vials one by one to read their labels and set them off into the far corner of the tray. "You might need this two...but I'll call just to be safe."

It wasn't odd that Crane didn't have all of Gabriel's medical history but it still didn't sit right with him. He could have easily pulled some strings to get them if he really needed them. Instead, he expected him to just give him this many shots with nothing to back it up. Derek pulls out his phone, clicking on Dmitri's contact as he sends out a text before placing his phone of the table - I need you to find all medical history files on a 'Gabriel Starling'. Should be around 13-14ish. New client. Please :3c -

"I'll tell you, only if you sit." He gives a tilt of his head towards the empty chair, "I won't give you anything till I know more about you than what Crane gave me." Derek reaches into his backpack before he sets it on the floor, pulling out a lollipop and setting it across from him. "I'll even throw in a lollipop, dude."

When asked if he was a specialist, he almost wants to laugh cause if being home taught medical procedures was enough to make him one then he should just skip school altogether. "You could say that." He pauses, furrowing his brows a little, "You mean the wolf?" He asks before his hands are back in his backpack, pulling out one of his journals.

There's more than a bit of hesitation before Gabriel warily crosses the room, sitting where he's told to but not quite relaxing yet. He does finally take his hands out of his pockets though, eyeing the vials once more before giving his attention back to the doctor.

"Yeah...it was bigger than a wolf though, massive." Gesturing to his left shoulder, "Nearly took my arm off."

It wasn't his favourite topic of conversation, but then there weren't many topics from the last three weeks he was fond of. Turning wasn't something he'd bee prepared for and never wanted to go through again; maybe this guy knew how to stop it?

"...What's your name? You know mine already, so.."

There's a small smile in the corner of his mouth as he watches Gabriel cross the room to take the spot across from him as he flipped through the pages of his journal. The pages were packed with information and little drawings of flowers, anatomy and the like. It's when he glances up to see Gabe looking at the vials again that he grabs the tray and rolls it behind him, out of sight because this was far more interesting than what Crane ordered him to do.

"Did it look like...this or something like it?" When he finds the page he was looking for, he pulls out a photograph of a white Lycan in the forest not too far from here. It was a photo he took as his last assignment to graduate high school earlier in the year, his teachers didn't like that he chose Lycans as his project topic but he wanted to show that they weren't as bad as everyone said they were. Might've dodged a few punches in the hallways for it.

"I'm Derek by the way. Sorry, I forget my manners sometimes." Derek smiles as he holds out his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Gabriel. I really hope we can be friends." This line of work didn't offer much in the friend department but maybe if he was friends with Gabe then he'd have a better reason to take on more jobs for the Cranes besides the paycheck.

When the photo's pulled out and flipped for him to see, there's the slightest hitch in his chest. Based on that picture alone, it'd be easy to see Lycans as beautiful, majestic creatures and nothing else, and of course they were...but Gabriel can't help but remember the sound of rustling between trees, a growl like an engine, teeth like spearheads. Fidgeting a little, he shrugs and then nods.

"Yeah...yeah somethin' like that."

Taking Derek's hand to shake, he manages a smile which manages to linger a few moments longer. "That'd be cool." Okay, no - he has to say something. "..You're way younger than the other doctors I've seen. Like, way younger - and you don't dress like one either."

Derek taps his fingers against the page of his journal, giving Gabe a look of sympathy cause god, he can't imagine how rough shifting was gonna be and Gabriel was just so young too. A question he wants to ask was why he was out, probably late at night, in a place where he would be a target. Why did that lycan feel the need to bite him?

"That must've been one hell of a rough time for you..." A terrifying one no less. Derek wasn't all that surprised when Gabe comments on him, taking his hand back from the handshake.

"I get that a lot. I uh..." He ducks his head a little, "My ma, well actually, my adoptive mom, she owns a clinic on the other side of town and I've been learning about this kinda stuff since I was around your age. It helps that I have a photographic memory otherwise I probably wouldn't be good at it... like at all." He laughs softly.

At the mention of his clothes, he kinda looks at himself before looking back at Gabe, "I like being comfy and this is better than wearing scrubs." He gestures to himself, "I'll get enough time to wear those when I can afford to go to school for it. Plus it helps when you gotta sneak around places or just run away in general."

He wants to verbally agree, but he doesn't quite have the words for it yet. It was terrifying, simultaneously a blur and vividly sharp, and he doubts he'll ever forget it. But until now, he's had no real chance to talk about what happened, no way to process it. It'd just jumped from being attacked and recovering, to turning for the first time and being kicked out in the space of a week or so. So instead, lacking any real eloquence, Gabe just shrugs again, eyes looking down at his hands. "Yeah, somethin' like that."

It's Derek's answer that grabs his attention back, his frown curious and surprised. "You've not been to med school..? But you're still a doctor? That's kinda weird." He doesn't sound all that judgemental - more confused if nothing else.

"I get what you mean though. Scrubs never look all that comfy. I'd wanna be in my own clothes too."

Derek drops pressing on the topic of what happened to him, Gabe can tell him more on his own time when he finds the words to.

He shrugs, “I guess, you can say I have the skills of a doctor but I lack the official title if that makes sense?” But Gabe was right, it was a little weird to be called a doctor when in the professional sense, he wasn’t. He was probably more qualified to be a nurse than a doctor if even that.

“Right! You'd think they would make something comfy if you're stuck wearing it nearly 24/7." He really isn't thrilled about the idea of scrubs like please keep them far away from him.

Derek’s phone chimes at a text from Dmitri with the attachment of Gabriel’s medical history. He gives it a read through before looking over at the tray of various vials and back again. Gabe already had all of these, including the ones he wasn’t sure about. You'd think someone like Crane would pay someone to get this kind of information instead of making someone like Derek just administer what he's given.

"Good news, you won’t have to deal with needles today except for me taking some blood since you've been bitten.” He looks up at him, it wasn't something he was going to turn over to Crane, even if he asked for it.

"Guess they've gotta make it so they're cheap, so it doesn't matter if you get like...blood and stuff all over 'em."

Gabriel says this as Derek's phone makes itself known, glancing between it and the sort-of doctor's face. Doesn't take a genius to guess that the text was about him; what it says is something else entirely. Something that makes for a wonderful segue when Derek mentions taking his blood.

Fidgeting turns into Gabe getting back to his feet, hands disappearing into his hoodie sleeves as he crosses his arms tightly, taking a couple of steps away.

"Nah, I'm good mate - you already know what happened, you don't need it. Like I told you, unless you're gonna make me, I don't want any needles." One short, upward nod follows - one aimed at Derek's phone.

"What's the text about? Me, right?"

"Still doesn't excuse the uncomfy part," Derek mutters under his breath. Screw scrubs.

He watched as Gabe got up from his seat and backed away, a little alarmed before he realized why he did so. This kid sure was stubborn. Are all kids like this? Cause this sure as hell, would drive his seemingly infinite patience up the wall eventually.

"It wasn't a request, Gabriel. It is something I actually need to update your file with. Lycan blood has different properties than human's do." He says as calmly as possible, "Its the only thing I need from you today, dude."

Derek glances at his phone when Gabe turns his attention to it, "Yeah, it is. Your old medical file or rather, most recent one before you got bit."

He needed the kid's blood and he's going to make sure he leaves here with it. Thinking of some sort of trade that would grab his attention. "You know what, how about we do a little trade? You give me two vials worth of blood and I let you call your family? You haven't talked to them since you've been here, right?

Derek raises a brow, hoping that this would work. It was a cheap shot but he knows that if he was in Gabe's shoes, he'd want to do the same.

He shrugs, and answers quickly, trying to sound firm but likely failing miserably. He knows this isn't a battle he's going to win, but like hell is he just going to roll over without protest. "Yeah, but it's my body, and I'm sayin' I don't want any of that near me."

He's ready to keep arguing and cross the consequences bridge when he comes to it, but then Derek offers him something he can hardly refuse, and immediately his expression softens.

"...Yeah, no...I'm not allowed to...can I really? You're not gonna grass me up or anything? 'cause if you do I'm gonna be fucked, Mr Crane's a psycho."

He commends the kid for sticking to his guns but damn, he wished he had that much fight in him when he was a kid. Things might've been a little different back home if had been. Or worse.

Derek motions to the room again, "Safe place, remember? I don't like him as much as you do so this is just between you and me." It really bugs him that Gabe hasn't been allowed to call his own family. That's just fucked up in Derek's opinion. He'd make unexpected visits if he needed to, to let this kid call his folks for a handful of minutes when he wanted to.

He raises a brow as he asks, holding up his phone, "But is it a deal? Two vials and you can talk to them for as long as you want to."

[ Would love to play a young Angela. ]

[ Can play young Elliot or if you want to subject him to a child annoying him.

Can avoid season 3 spoilers if needed, just let me know. ]

[Tony is around 10. God help you all.]

[ Franklin Richards is kinda the dumb kid, at least in his family and group of friends. At least, he feels that way. (He's actually an intelligent kid who would probably be in the "Gifted and Talented" program if he wasn't compared to his family members all the time.)

He and Tony are both in fifth grade and have ended up in detention together. ]

And just why are they in detention together? Oh that’s right. Because Franklin is a jealous moron and now Tony’s Nanny is going to have to tell his dad all about this when she comes to get him. “You just had to try to show me up,” Tony hisses, though not quite under his breath because the moderator issues a sharp ‘shush’ towards them.

[pre-canon tiny aspiring biochemist with way too much curiosity about the world for her own good seeks innocent and cheerful adventures]

[modern also available, little sickly princess bookworm seeks friends]

[Yes, good. All the things. She can probably be anywhere except Neverland? Eh?]

[would like to volunteer an adult Shiro for any kids that need that in their lives. open to canon and cross-canon equally]

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