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Post by liz on Jan 6, 2017 15:21:50 GMT -5
"I barely reach your shoulder you giant." She laughed, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. "I quite like the weather up here, much better than down there," she said with another hearty laugh before pecking his lips. "Are you going to miss me soldier?"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 15:47:52 GMT -5
(Hi there. Is the last plot of WWII open?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 15:53:42 GMT -5
(Hi there. Is the last plot of WWII open?) [Hey! Sure it is, I just need a charrie name and a pairing preference]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 15:54:44 GMT -5
"I barely reach your shoulder you giant." She laughed, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. "I quite like the weather up here, much better than down there," she said with another hearty laugh before pecking his lips. "Are you going to miss me soldier?" "Of course I am," Isaac smiled, putting her down before returning her peck "I'm sure once I'm done in Virginia I'll be rushing back as fast as I possibly can. I wouldn't miss a second of being with you, not for the world"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 16:00:05 GMT -5
(Uh, well, I'd love my character to be a girl. Would you mind RPing a guy?)(It's so hard to think of names. :3 Her name will be Julia. Julia Reynolds.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 16:00:57 GMT -5
[Julia Reynolds and mxf it is. I'll add her. Would you mind starting? I'm currently writing up a form for another role-play XD]
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 16:02:59 GMT -5
(Sure, where are we starting?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 16:12:08 GMT -5
[We can either start with them meeting or their actual capture?]
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Post by liz on Jan 6, 2017 16:13:55 GMT -5
"You promise?" Eleanor asked softly, he eyes quickly widening at the sound of approaching horses. "Ellie! Mother is going to be furious if she finds out you left myself and Elizabeth behind on the trail!" Turning to look at the twins, her smile fell but Elizabeth exclaimed, "Elise! Can't you see she's obviously speaking to that man from the gala, the one she wouldn't stop talking about!"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 16:16:47 GMT -5
"I promise" Isaac had smiled.
He turned around, though, to see two horses, on which were two young women, twins, who looked younger than Eleanor. He smiled, letting Eleanor down as he did a couple of quick bows in the girls' direction.
"You must be Eleanor's sisters. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies" he greeted with a smile
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Post by liz on Jan 6, 2017 16:31:56 GMT -5
The two younger girls giggled before Elise said, "Ellie, father will want us home soon, we're having guest, remember?" Elizabeth's eyes lit up and she swooned as she said, "Oh yes, Ellie we must head home soon, Thomas is coming over!" Shooting a look to her sisters she said, "It's Ambassador Jefferson to you two. Just because we all grew up together doesn't mean you can forget formalities. You two say goodbye to Mr. Peake and be on your way, I'll be just behind." The two sisters nodded, stifling their giggles before riding back towards the Thompson Manor. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a gentle laugh and said, "My sisters are quite a handful as I've mentioned before. But they are right...I need to go home."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 16:40:11 GMT -5
Isaac has smiled as the girls left, shaking his head at their intensity and slightly disturbing tendency to giggle - and at quite literally anything. They were lovely girls, to be sure, but he found them amusing more than anything. "I understand," Isaac smiled softly, his brown eyes gentle in the low light "The ambassador to France is a very important guest after all. Give him my regards. I'll write you soon, Eleanor, I promise. Goodbye" He gave her one last kiss goodbye, soft and gentle and slow, like he was trig to savour it. For all he knew, after all, it might be his very last time with Eleanor. [We shall be going onto the letters after this. I'm kind of excited for this ]
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 16:42:59 GMT -5
(Sorry had to get the cookies out of the oven. I know they're in France. Let's just start with them being captured. :3)
Julia sat on the cold floor of the jail cell. Her clothes were a bit tattered and her hair messed up. She lay her head against the back of the cement wall, thinking back to the last few weeks. Flown over from New York to England then to France, she had been prepared for the worst. Life seemed to be going on as if nothing was wrong. Given nothing from the US or England to survive here, Julia found herself working at a coffee shop and keeping tabs for the people back home. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, until yesterday. She had been serving several men in black uniforms. They spoke in hushed tones and having only just learned French, she was having trouble understanding them. This had to be big because everyone in the coffee shop left like the place was on fire, but no one spoke when they left. Frowning, Julia had gone back to work, but found herself face-to-face with another officer. He claimed that she needed to leave and that if she didn't, she'd be sorry.
Thankfully, she was not intimidated by this man and was trained in hand-to-hand combat. She simply smiled and made her way to the door. She brushed off her apron and pushed open the door. As she did, the soldiers began to speak English, thinking she was a native and wouldn't understand. Wrong. They began to speak about starting a fire fight and blaming it on the Revolution and then get the government to take them out. Julia forgot to mention one thing. She could also take a shot. "Good luck with that." She growled hotly, glaring at them before making a run for it. She knew that she couldn't outrun bullets, but maybe she could outrun four grown men.
Well, one could see how well that worked out. She was tired and hungry now and had been refused anything in preparation for her interrogation scheduled for later that night. Since she'd been in here, few people have come and gone. It was silent and she hated that more than anything. She wanted to hear other things than the lonely thoughts in her head.
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Post by liz on Jan 6, 2017 16:49:33 GMT -5
Nodding, she savored the kiss and whispered, "Take care. And write." Quickly turning her back, she pulled herself up into the saddle and raced after her sisters. By the time she got home, Thomas Jefferson was waiting for her with a wide smile.
(AHHH IM READY!! CAN YOU START?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 16:57:21 GMT -5
"Get the hell off me!" a man's voice, with a clear British accent, carried through the darkness of the basement floor, which was made up of multiple cells, as he was led down into the darkness.
"Do you have any more?" asked a harsh, German-sounding voice
"No, I only had one, and the one I had was a dud." the man, Harry Jones, replied, low and angry.
"Why was it a dud?"
"I don't know, I'm not a scientist!" Harry replied, though this was quickly followed by a grunt of pain as he was punched in the gut "I don't know, I told you! Does it matter?"
They were asking about cyanide tablets. It was standard issue for spies like Harry, something they had to take if they were in danger of being captured. It provided a quick,, clean death and it saved them from the inevitable torture that would follow. But Harry's hadn't worked, and he'd been unable to evade capture by the German troops - there had simply been too many of them.
"We're just trying to see if you're cooperative" the German voice replied "You don't seem to be, so we're going to leave you down here for a while, and you're going to have a long hard think, and when we come back for you you had better have some answers, Mr Jones."
There was another sound as a man of average height but the build of a spy - muscular but also lithe and slim, more cat-like than anything - along with light brown hair and blue eyes - was thrown into a cell.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 17:01:34 GMT -5
Nodding, she savored the kiss and whispered, "Take care. And write." Quickly turning her back, she pulled herself up into the saddle and raced after her sisters. By the time she got home, Thomas Jefferson was waiting for her with a wide smile. (AHHH IM READY!! CAN YOU START?) [Sure] Dear Eleanor,
I told you I'd write, didn't I! You'll be pleased to know that I arrived safely in Virginia the early hours of yesterday morning. The journey was a little tiring, but I'm okay. Now the real fun starts.
The British are closing in here at Yorktown, and I expect that there'll be a battle by the end of the week - that's what the other revolutionaries are saying, at least. I promise I'll stay safe, it'll be fine, and I'll be back home before long.
What about you? I trust things are going well for you in New York - give me all of the details, I need something to distract me from the constant cannonfire.
Yours always, Isaac Peake
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 6, 2017 17:06:54 GMT -5
Emeline smiled and nodded. "Maybe," she agreed, though she doubted it. Her father had the worst of the Lancaster traits and very little of the good. At least, it didn't come out often. But she didn't need to mention that, there was no need for her to be negative when it wouldn't change anything anyway.
She hauled her books into her arms again. "Let me go put these in my room and then I can join you on the walk down. Feel free to go on ahead, if you'd like." She left the idea that Adele might get lose unspoken, she hoped the other girl would be able to predict the likelihood of that herself. Besides, there was staff everywhere, she'd have someone to ask for directions.
( sorry for the short post btw, it's getting late. )
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 17:10:49 GMT -5
Julia's head shot up upon hearing the sickening sound. It was pretty dark in the cell so she couldn't see him, but could clearly have heard him in his trip to his current position. She pictured him in a dazed mess on the floor. She wanted to reach out and call to him, but she had one wrist chained against the wall. "Hello?" She called out in a raspy whisper.
(How old are you making Harry?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 17:12:20 GMT -5
Emeline smiled and nodded. "Maybe," she agreed, though she doubted it. Her father had the worst of the Lancaster traits and very little of the good. At least, it didn't come out often. But she didn't need to mention that, there was no need for her to be negative when it wouldn't change anything anyway.
She hauled her books into her arms again. "Let me go put these in my room and then I can join you on the walk down. Feel free to go on ahead, if you'd like." She left the idea that Adele might get lose unspoken, she hoped the other girl would be able to predict the likelihood of that herself. Besides, there was staff everywhere, she'd have someone to ask for directions.
( sorry for the short post btw, it's getting late. ) [No problemo! It's getting a little late over here too, but it's not too bad] "Alright, sure," Adele had replied "I'll see you soon, then. And thanks for the tour." She waited until the other girl had left - holding the door open for her so she could get through with all of her books - before heading out herself, using the help of the many staff around the castle to begin to find her way towards the dining hall. It shouldn't be too hard, anyway, she was sure, since dining halls were often among the biggest rooms of a palace or castle. They had to be big and opulent to impress and entertain guests, and she didn't have any reason to think that this place would be any different.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 17:14:53 GMT -5
Julia's head shot up upon hearing the sickening sound. It was pretty dark in the cell so she couldn't see him, but could clearly have heard him in his trip to his current position. She pictured him in a dazed mess on the floor. She wanted to reach out and call to him, but she had one wrist chained against the wall. "Hello?" She called out in a raspy whisper. (How old are you making Harry?) [Depends, but I'm thinking early-to-mid twenties. If he's early twenties I might make him a little less experienced] "Hello?" Harry had responded to the voice as he sat up, trying to gauge his surroundings but not getting much due to the darkness. The voice didn't sound threatening - in fact, it was American, which meant that the speaker was probably friendly - so he didn't feel like he shouldn't reply to it "Who's there?"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 17:24:37 GMT -5
"Are you alright?" Julia whispered in reply, simply asking another question instead. She tried to picture his face as she started the conversation. The chains rattled a bit as she moved into another position, her bottom becoming numb.
(Yes, early to mid twenties is fine. I was thinking she may be a year younger or so, just so you can make him as 'experienced' as you want (; )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 17:28:39 GMT -5
[Okay, I'm thinking like 23 then]
"I'm fine," Harry replied "What about you?"
He only had a bruised stomach - thankfully the soldier had been aiming for his ribs but had hit his stomach instead, meaning Harry had escaped broken ribs for now - so, other than that and being a bit shaken up, he was fine. He'd gotten off rather lightly, if he were honest
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 17:30:50 GMT -5
"Besides being chained to the wall for reasons I'm unsure of, I'm fine too." Julia joked dryly, mainly because she could barely speak. She was forced to cough and her throat blazed, dry and begging for water. "I'm Julia."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 17:32:51 GMT -5
"Harry," the Brit had replied "Are you sure you're okay? Are they not giving you water?"
She had sounded…dry. He could tell by her extremely dry cough, too, that she was in dire need of water. Were they starving these people, denying them water?
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 6, 2017 17:36:53 GMT -5
( we're an hour ahead of you, so it's not awful here either, but I've been up for too many hours for that to matter. )
Emeline smiled warmly, nodding. "Of course." She stepped out into the hall and walked the short distance to her own chambers, where she spent a few minutes arranging her books before taking to walking to the dining room.
She didn't catch up to Adele until there were no turns left to take, and she was glad both that the other girl had made it, and that she'd caught her before they stepped inside. "Before we go in, you should know that dinner is always really intense here. Even when it's just the three of us plus any guests, things can get a little heated." With that, she gestured to the men standing at the doors to open them. They did, revealing a dining room that was far too big for just four people to eat in. Yet, that was what was happening. It had been furnished for the dozens of people that could be here at a time, but most of the time there was no need for that. It never failed to make Emeline feel tiny, and a little sad.
Her parents were already sitting. Her father in his seat at the head of the table and her mother on his left. Leopold's chair was on his right, and Emeline on his right. That left a seat beside the queen for Adele to claim, if she was invited, or one down from any member of the royal family if she wasn't.
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Post by liz on Jan 6, 2017 17:42:01 GMT -5
Dearest Isaac,
I'm pleased to hear you've arrived safely! However, I can't provide you with much of a distraction, New York is uneventful without you. I return to the river every day in hopes of being closer to you. Lizzie and Lissie are begging me to let them write you a letter, they claim they deserperately need to speak to you, they're odd birds. Although you've only been gone for five days, it's felt like lifetimes. Mother has invited Thomas over again, I think you two would get along famously. He's to be leaving for France in a few weeks, meaning my only other means of entertainment is to be leaving me as well. At least my sleepy little town has briefly caught your attention amidst the battles.
Keep safe. Yours,
Eleanor Thompson
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 17:47:30 GMT -5
[Oh, right, you are, aren't you! Well, maybe you should get some sleep x]
"Okay," Adele had responded before entering "I'll just say as little as possible and I should be able to handle it. Hopefully."
When she went in, she could immediately see that there were two seating choices. Next to the Queen, or one down from her. Knowing that she would probably need to be invited to sit directly next to the Queen, she instinctively began to head for the other seat, one down from the Queen, one that she knew that she wouldn't need an invitation to sit in. She was hoping that she'd made the right decision.
She looked to Emeline for any social cues, anything manners-wise that was different between Adele's kingdom and this one. She didn't want to mess up or anything and make people angry. No, that was the last thing she wanted. Especially having heard about how hot-headed the King was and how he most certainly wasn't on Adele's side. Angering him would be a potentially fatal move and a mistake she didn't want to make.
Luckily, though, manners didn't seem to be too different at first, and Adele suspected that she might just be able to get through this meal successfully, so long as she didn't do anything Emeline didn't do and she said as little as possible. If she could just make a good first impression and get through the meal smoothly, she would be extremely happy. Though she did wonder whether she would be able to do things right - the King might just be waiting for her to make a mistake, ready to pounce on her first little slip in manners.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 17:51:26 GMT -5
Dearest Isaac,
I'm pleased to hear you've arrived safely! However, I can't provide you with much of a distraction, New York is uneventful without you. I return to the river every day in hopes of being closer to you. Lizzie and Lissie are begging me to let them write you a letter, they claim they deserperately need to speak to you, they're odd birds. Although you've only been gone for five days, it's felt like lifetimes. Mother has invited Thomas over again, I think you two would get along famously. He's to be leaving for France in a few weeks, meaning my only other means of entertainment is to be leaving me as well. At least my sleepy little town has briefly caught your attention amidst the battles.
Keep safe. Yours,
Eleanor Thompson Dearest Eleanor,
We're to be attacking the British forces at first light. I can only hope the battle goes smoothly and that I should be able to write you another letter tomorrow night.
Well, it is good that all seems to be going well back home. Tell your sisters that if they want to write me letters, they're more than welcome, though I can't for the life of me imagine what they'd be writing for. And it is also pleasant to hear that Mr Jefferson is back in New York. I'm sure I shall get a chance to meet him upon his return from France, whenever that may be. I hope you find some ways of entertaining yourself while both myself and Mr Jefferson are absent.
I hope to write you again soon.
Yours, Isaac Peake
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 17:56:07 GMT -5
(Sorry went and ate dinner)
Julia sighed but it turned into a cough. She sniffed as she spoke. "Oh, it's nothing. I have an interrogation in a few hours. Hopefully I die before I go in there. Scumbags." She felt the blood coming up in her throat. She coughing again and then spit a bit away from her. "So, how did you end up in here?"
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 6, 2017 17:59:16 GMT -5
( we are, yeah! I should get some sleep, you're absolutely right. I'm probably going to head off after this post, I think. )
Emeline sat, nodding for Adele to do the same. "Just follow my lead," she mouthed. "You'll be fine." She was alone on her side of the table, with a space between her and her father. A reserved seat that she wouldn't take unless her brother passed. It was probably a good thing, diluting the Lancasters out as much as possible.
"Let's dine," her father boomed from his seat, and almost before the words left his mouth, people were entering from the kitchen, carrying plates of food. There wasn't much - by Lancaster standards - but it was definitely a meal prepared for a King. They served them in the order they were seated, James, Alessia, Emeline and finally Adele, before setting the rest of the food down on the table before them. Wine was poured and then the staff were gone.
"So, Adele," Alessia began as her husband started eating, leaving the others free to follow suit. "How are you finding the castle." The King muttered something beside her but she paid him no mind, giving Adele a smile instead.
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