Livia's Lonely Orphans!

The dawn peaked through the sheets that covered her windows, illuminating the small bedroom that Livia shared with her mother. The fighter got up from her covered hay patch to adjust the makeshift curtain so her mother could get a few more hours of rest before she started her work. Livia spent some time with a cloudy mirror and a wooden comb, untangling her mess of a mane, slowly. There was a look of dread on her face and she knew she would be returning to slave wages, and a miserable job. Everything seemed pretty miserable for years. Whenever she returned to the Colosseum, she would still have PTSD memories of the night of her father's death. She shuddered for a moment before she left the house, doing her best mentally to leave her anguish at the door.

Livia had scrounged p enough motivation and energy to get through her doorway and was well on her way to the Colosseum. It was her only source of income; to participate in the blood sport for the entertainments of the masses. It was almost sickening, but it was the lifestyle she had grown accustomed to. Also the gladiators there were like family to her, they would never threaten her life and it was nice to see them at time so it was the best kind of work she could find. As she passed by the people through the alleyways of Reim, she had passed by a troop of crying children, then her eyes had gathered enough information to speculate where she was.

This was the doorstep to an orphanage, she peaked inside and saw a few older children, keeping to themselves innocently enough, but they were all dead inside, having lost their parents in the war. At the front of the building, there were full-length scrolls asking for volunteers and workers to help the children. Livia Drusilla could relate and perhaps helping these children would help her mend her own heart.

Livia brushed past the children, but gave a quick look to them, and as she was at the max length of her armspan, her hand darted to tap one of the crying children. "TAG!" Then she bolted past the child and headed back for the orphanage, catching all the children by surprise. They stopped their sniffling, now immediately replaced with job, as they scattered from each other, leaving only the tagged boy standing in the center. But his eyes were filled with revenge, he chased for Livia with all his might as they both dashed straight for the orphanage, where Livia allowed herself to be tagged. The youngling scattered back out of the building, as she went to make herself known to the people within, inquiring about the volunteer position that was posted outside.

The orphans were slowly exposing themselves from their rooms and their 'hiding' spots to investigate the commotion. The attendant of the building who was also part caretaker to the orphaned children was explaining the situation. There was a job to spend time with the children. It was critical to their development and being reintroduced into society with some loving kindness and guidance.

Livia was absolutely thrilled. She was already fitting in. There were tons of activities she could do, and she could even try new things with the children as an excuse. She was ecstatic to spend her time reading to them, playing childish games, teaching them about life, taking them on trips or even showing them a bit about the life of the Colosseum.

She was hired on the spot for her enthusiasm and for impromptu game with the children.

Personal Notes: Love Children. Colosseum fighters are like family to her.