*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 11, 2017 0:30:52 GMT -5
She was a little taken back when he pulled away from her, but the feeling instantly vanished when Tori realized where they were going. The little tree fort had been her favorite place to hang out with Alec. Maybe it was because it was a place just the two of them would go, away from parents while staying close to home. Her father had made sure to check the couple's background, of course. He wasn't going to let them play in another family's yard without making sure it was safe. He must have not found anything because he never told them to stay away.
Now as they climbed up the ladder and settled inside the small fort, all of the fun, childhood memories they had made together flooded her mind. How many times have they stood by the window with water guns? How many times have they held secret meetings as if discussing some life or death issues? Playing spies, having water gun fights, creating their own adventures. Things were so much better then. She hiccuped as a sob tried to escape, and the girl drew her knees to her. As the tears fell, she once more sought out support from Alec. It seemed impossible to think back to a time when the weight of the world wasn't crushing down on them, in both responsibilities as young adults and the bullying.
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Post by Holly on Feb 11, 2017 0:35:33 GMT -5
Alec's arms were instantly around her again. "I know. It's okay," he murmured, pulling her against his chest. He waited while she cried it out. He might cry too, you know, if he weren't so macho. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair, but didn't say anything stupid, for once. He came pretty close to proposing the elopement idea once or twice, but it was just too ridiculous. Besides, right now wasn't for planning. Right now was for crying and then settling down. He'd had her back then, in the water gun fights and imaginary battles, and he had her back now in the real ones.
(Literally falling asleep here. Ha ha. Good night!)
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Post by Iceheart014 on Feb 11, 2017 0:41:12 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" Lisa asked. "I'm sure you could handle yourself, but the thought of you going by yourself still worries me. After all, we don't know what they have planned." Hope shrugged. She honestly had no idea what she wanted, or even needed, to do. She was torn between her past life, and the life she was trying to build. Her heart missed Jaxon, but her brain screamed stay away.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 11, 2017 0:56:52 GMT -5
(Haha, same here. Good night!)
Tori cried for a good ten minutes, yet it wasn't like the time when he first found out about the bullying. The time she had cried from anger and frustration that she couldn't voice. This time, she cried because she was tired and didn't know what else to do. To say the least, it was a little easier sight to behold. As she calmed down, she didn't move. Her hand stayed on his chest where it clung to his shirt, and her eyes stayed closed until something prompted her to open them again.
"Whatever you decide, you will always have support here," Lisa told her. "You don't have to go at this alone. Not anymore at least. If you don't want help from police, then I know a few army vets who would be more than happy to help get rid of some hooligans." She gave a small, mischievous smile, hoping to bring even a brief sight of a smile on the younger girl's face.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Feb 11, 2017 9:06:31 GMT -5
Hope nodded slowly. Her eyes were still sad, but a small smile flashed briefly on her face when she said, "Thank you Lisa."
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Post by Holly on Feb 11, 2017 14:46:22 GMT -5
A little easier, maybe, but still gut-twisting. Alec tilted his head so he could see her face, once she had finally stopping breathing in hiccups and bursts. He pulled his sleeve over the heel of his hand and wiped her cheeks carefully. "Okay?" he asked, for the sake of saying something. He tilted her chin up and kissed her, like he always did when he wanted to help her feel better. Or distract her in general. "I love you, Tori."
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Post by Holly on Feb 11, 2017 21:29:16 GMT -5
"No," Alec breathed, shaking his head. He brushed a strand of hair back from her face. "I don't know if I could ever get tired of you holding onto me like this," he admitted sheepishly, smiling. He always felt very important and strong and protective when she did that, clutching onto his shirt like that. "I won't ever get tired of being there for you," he promised, dipping his head to kiss her again, slower this time. He pulled back and took a moment before opening his eyes to look into hers again. "The real question is...what do you want to do now?"
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 11, 2017 21:37:19 GMT -5
There was no stopping the flutter Tori's heart made hearing his words. It was all she ever wanted: knowing he would always be there for her. She happily returned the kiss before sighing. I have no idea, she replied, resting her head on his shoulder. I don't want to go back right yet. Mom might still be worked up. But we can't stay here all day. We might get kicked out by a gang of kids.
Although she gave a small smile, the weight of the question actually bothered her. What were they going to do now? What were they going to do tomorrow or the day after? Would they go back and try to smooth things over with her mother? Or was it too late for that? The idea of her relationship with her mother being destroyed, however small it was, created a tangle of guilt and worry in her gut. Then again, her mother showed no signs of compromising with her. She wouldn't even learn ASL for her. Maybe it would be better to just forget the lost cause of making her mother understand her, and just focus on getting through with school as soon as possible. Then she would be free to do whatever she wanted. Whatever Alec wanted. Chances were, she wasn't going to do anything unless Alec was with her.
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Post by Holly on Feb 12, 2017 22:45:36 GMT -5
"Oh no, not the gang of kids. They're the most vicious kind!" Alec bemoaned jokingly. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "I think we're fine for now, that's the least of our worries. You know... I know it isn't the perfect solution and probably isn't one you'd even want, but I'm like, one-hundred twenty-seven percent sure you're welcome to live with us, or even stay with us for a couple days if you need to." Some uncharitable part of his mind added, If you would let me find friends for you, you could stay with them, too. But that hardly mattered now. He rubbed her arm and started rambling, eyes gazing out at the pale blue sky. "You know what we should do? We should go on the computer and find a town with a big ASL community, far away, and just disappear there for awhile. We'll come back on holidays when everybody has to be nice, and then leave again as soon as we want. And it'll just be you and me and our friendly signing neighbors and the dog--we're getting a dog, let's call him Brutus, it would be awesome--and a happy little house with vases always full of flowers and your funky music and no--" He waved his hand as if he could find the right word hiding somewhere in the air. "None of this."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 13, 2017 12:59:52 GMT -5
I would love to stay with you, but that may just cause more problems on your end than it would for me, Tori signed. She had no doubt that his parents would allow her to live with them, yet she also knew they wouldn't simply let it be a permanent thing. They would encourage her to fix things with her mother like the good, reasonable adults they were. Which was exactly what she should do if she knew of a way to accomplish that seemingly impossible task. Plus, her mother would probably go and argue with the Jones and saying how they're undermining her authority as Tori's real mother, and blah blah blah. The last thing she wanted was for that to happen.
She listened to Alec's ramblings as he described the other possible choice of action. Of course, it was a little more far fetched than the first option, but Tori found herself draw to the idea. If they lived in an ASL community, she would have no trouble fitting in. Everyone would be able to understand her, no one would think her strange, and she would be able to make more friends. Then she wouldn't be so dependent upon Alec all the time. She might even have an easier time finding a job she would enjoy. But could she bring herself to pull Alec away from his own life and friends and family just for her own sake? Sure, he was the one posing the idea, but he might not be thinking about all the sacrifices he would be making if they actually moved away. As nice as that sounds, that plan takes time and money. We'd need to find us some jobs to save up for that, the girl responded, not agreeing or disagreeing with the plan, only postponing it for the time being.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 13:07:41 GMT -5
I'd love to so something with prompt 2 but I'm not going to be reliably active - I'm coming up to important exams in a couple months and revision would take up a lot of time. I hope you're okay with that?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 13:23:25 GMT -5
Well I'm not sure. I mean I've done historical gladiator plots it might apply to? I'm not sure to be honest the prompt just sounds awesome.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 13:33:43 GMT -5
Hmm 1 is probably best for me. It doesn't matter what country but I'm most familiar with Britain)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 13:41:29 GMT -5
We could have perhaps a war between England and Scotland and my charrie gets captured as a prisoner of war by the Scottish forces? And the other character is on the Scottish side? Or maybe something else that was just a thought.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 13:49:37 GMT -5
(That sounds good. Do you want a form or shall we describe through rp?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 14:02:08 GMT -5
(I'll just describe through rp. I'm not sure in terms of romance, maybe we can just see if there's chemistry and go from there?
I see that you like MxF as opposed to others so would you prefer male or female?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 14:15:13 GMT -5
(Hmm okay I can be a male because that would make most sense since a male would be more likely to be fighting and to be captured I guess?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 14:21:24 GMT -5
(Well I don't mind. I can start if you don't want to x)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 13, 2017 14:47:24 GMT -5
(Okay I'll start x)
Henry (or Hal as he was better known) Grantham could feel the cool damp stone of the walls against his skin as he sat in the corner of his cell, head resting against the stone as he looked out into the dim corridor on the other side of the bars.
He was average height, perhaps a little taller, with wavy dark brown hair and blue-green eyes. His face was well-defined with high, prominent cheekbones and a wide jaw. He normally wore his armour but this was taken from him when he was captured and he wore the simple tunic that he had worn underneath the armour instead.
He had been captured by the Scottish army, along with some others. He hadn't been in the army for long, he was just a young soldier, in his early twenties. But he was a soldier nonetheless, and that had made him game for capture. Unfortunately.
He was a little afraid, though he tried not to show it. He knew that both the English and the Scottish had done more than a few bad things when it came to prisoners of war and Hal didn't want to end up another horror story, the kind young soldiers were told before their first battle, just to make them a little more afraid of the enemy. Just enough to make them scared.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 13, 2017 15:33:38 GMT -5
Cora walked down the steps into the dimly lit room of cells, carrying a tray heavily laden with food and water. She never liked being sent to care for the prisoners. The men kept in the cells were always so pitiful. Granted, they wouldn't be that way had the guards not mistreated them, but she didn't have the heart to look at them for long. Many were spiteful as well, which always made her job harder. Even though she brought them food and water, the soldiers captured in the war didn't care. She was a Scot, and she was an enemy.
The young girl sighed to herself as she stopped at the first cell. Inside was a war veteran who always spat abuse at whoever walked by. She had learned that no amount of comforting words would soothe his anger, so she simply slipped his food and cup of water into his cell and continued on her way. Many of the other prisoners didn't seem to mind her presence. They saw the girl with the black hair pulled back out of her face and calm, brown eyes to be a pleasant treat among the gloom of their fate. To those men, she would be sure to offer a smile and ask if there was anything else she could bring them. Of course, it was more just a good gesture since there wasn't really anything more she could do for them.
One by one, she served the men their meager breakfast, never pausing. That is, until she spotted a new face. The commander of the guards had told them of a new prisoner that would needed to be added to the ration list, so his presence wasn't what made the girl hesitate. It was his youthful face that caught her off guard. Mainly the soldiers captured had been well in their years. Yet here was a man who was no more a few years older than herself, for Cora was nineteen.
"Good morning, sir," Cora greeted, recovering from her brief pause. She took a plate from her tray and slid it below the door of the cell. It was a good thing the doors were made with a space big enough to do so. Otherwise she would have needed a guard to open each cell for her.
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