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Post by Trico on Jan 2, 2017 21:40:47 GMT -5
A young woman stood against a wall, watching as the sun rose on a marketplace in New York, surveying the scene around her. Ava Kingston was tall and slender, with telltale pale skin, with only the first signs of tanning. She hadn't been in America for long enough for her skin to begin to tan. She had a mop of dark curls, striking against her pale skin. She had olive green eyes and a dusting of freckles on her nose. She didn't belong in New York, or America at all. She was British, and had followed her father here while he tried to put down the revolution. But she, personally, didn't have much of an opinion about the revolution. It didn't matter to her who won or lost, though she was considerably more sympathetic to the Americans, though her loyalties had to lie with the British forces. As for now, she contented herself with watching the market begin to fill with people, each one searching for something different. The shouts of the vendors filled the air, too, and Ava listened to them with distracted interest. William, or as he was better known by his friends, Will, strode through the marketplace in New York, his voice competing with the clamor of the vendors and others as he spoke to his friend. He was a tall man, a strong, tanned figure topped with short, curly sandy-blond hair. His blue eyes often seemed to shine when he spoke about anything he loved, like they were at this moment. "You see Adam, the British believe that this will be an easy win. They see us as uncivilized, and don't think we will be able to unify ourselves and rise up to form a collective attack. It's the underestimated that always have the upper hand, as there is always room for surprise." The young man spoke with a sense of excitement, and passion. He, like many other men his age, yearned to claim glory through the war and became very animated, his hands flying to and fro, when he talked about his reason for fighting.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 2, 2017 23:26:38 GMT -5
A silhouette moved silently in the dark as a figure made its way along a wide street, sparsely lit with streetlights, which cast a warm golden glow onto the grey of the street, lighting only enough to see by. The figure moved under a streetlight, eyes searching every house as he passed it. Ethan Grey was average height, something which helped him to blend into crowds. He had an athletic build which he kept hidden under layers of clothing in order to not arouse any suspicion. The tiniest thing could put him in danger, and these Germans were paranoid, determined to expose everyone for a spy. He had wavy blonde hair, cut into a neat and short style, something which again would help him blend in, along with blue eyes. This combination of features was going to be extremely valuable to him. Blonde hair and blue eyes was something that was highly valued by Hitler and his political party, and it just might buy him out of some trouble. He was considerably less likely to be picked out as suspicious. Ethan stopped outside the house with the number which corresponded to the address he had been told to go to. This would be the person who would protect him during his stay here in the coming months. He still had no idea if he could truly trust the occupant of this house, but he didn't have much choice. Worst comes to worst, he had his ways of making sure the Germans could never get any information out of him. He patted a hidden pocket sown into his coat, feeling the tiny object in there. Good. It was still there. He only had one and he couldn't afford to lose it. If he lost it and he was captured, he would have no way of making sure he couldn't be tortured into revealing highly important Allied secrets. He set the suitcase carrying his possessions down and rang the doorbell, staying quiet and in the shadows so as not to draw too much attention to himself. He didn't want to be caught this early in the game. (please excuse my absence, as my status says there's been quite a lot happening lately.)
(and may be using some translation services for some of the german that my charrie speaks as i myself don't know too much, so sorry if it's slightly off.)
A quiet German sat in the dining room of his home, wringing his hands very nervously within themselves as his rough amber eyes flitted warily around his house. Unlike most of his neighbors, the only things he carried around that were related to the Nazi party were the various things hung up on the walls just for the reason that he wouldn't be considered suspicious if they decided to check out his home, and the usual Nazi Germany flag flowing outside his front door. He hated the Nazi party and what they've done to the world with every inch of his core being, yet for obvious reasons he kept it inside his own mind and followed along with Hitler's fascist rule just so he wouldn't get killed right then and there.
Sebastian Falkenrath was the German's name, his long black hair coming in in curtains over his face, the thick and almost greasy locks shining with one of the only lights in the house on at the moment, that which was that of the dining room light hanging from the ceiling. He knew he had to get it cut, as he kept getting weird looks the few times he actually left his abode, but he's been so paranoid lately he just hasn't gotten the time. He was dressed in plain clothing, a very simple dark grey jacket over a lighter grey shirt, and light brown pants with black boots, as he did not want to attract unwanted attention from exuberant or rather, out of place clothing. His skin was a light tan, beginning to pale from the lack of sunlight as of late. His nervousness and paranoia was just too much to step outside his door sometimes. Why, may you ask? Because he was expecting somebody. Somebody, who if uncovered would get the both of them killed. Somebody that goes against Hitler's cruel reign. Yep, a British spy is supposed to be at Sebastian's residence any moment now, so it was understandable when the doorbell suddenly rang Sebastian almost jumped out of his skin.
Running over to the door and almost tripping over himself while doing so, Sebastian hurried over to the front entrance to his house and almost flew it open, but in the nick of time caught himself and gently opened the door to see exactly who was described to him. Exactly who he was expecting at this time. Ethan, a British spy, blond blue eyed, a bit taller than Sebastian, carrying a suitcase and dressed in lots of clothing. This was it. This was who he was expecting. Sebastian bit his tongue to prevent himself from letting out a squawk of surprise. "Hallo, willkommen willkommen." (Hello, welcome welcome.) Sebastian whispered to the other, hurrying the other inside before anyone else could see. "Zuerst möchten Sie mir, Englisch zu sprechen?" (First thing, would you like me to speak English?) Sebastian said as he shut the door behind Ethan and flicked on some of the lights. Sebastian's English wasn't too good, but enough to be understandable by a native English speaker.
(my writing is not doing well lately, so i'm sorry if this is wonky/awkward)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 4:37:26 GMT -5
William, or as he was better known by his friends, Will, strode through the marketplace in New York, his voice competing with the clamor of the vendors and others as he spoke to his friend. He was a tall man, a strong, tanned figure topped with short, curly sandy-blond hair. His blue eyes often seemed to shine when he spoke about anything he loved, like they were at this moment. "You see Adam, the British believe that this will be an easy win. They see us as uncivilized, and don't think we will be able to unify ourselves and rise up to form a collective attack. It's the underestimated that always have the upper hand, as there is always room for surprise." The young man spoke with a sense of excitement, and passion. He, like many other men his age, yearned to claim glory through the war and became very animated, his hands flying to and fro, when he talked about his reason for fighting. Ava heard a young man speaking - rather passionately, as shown by his hand movements - about the war, and about the element of surprise. "Nobody thinks it will be an easy win," Ava laughed as he passed "don't underestimate the British. We're not all as arrogant as the King, you know. What you need is guerrilla warfare, double-agents. Stealth tactics. That's how you surprise, that's how you get the upper hand" Nobody expected a woman - especially a rather girly one like Ava - to start spouting military tactics, and she always found it amusing when she surprised people. And she expected that her accent was clear by that point, which would confuse them even more. But she didn't feel to bad about it. She gave military advice - good military advice - to her father all of the time. So this was fine, surely. Especially since they would probably choose to ignore her anyway.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 5:12:45 GMT -5
(please excuse my absence, as my status says there's been quite a lot happening lately.)
(and may be using some translation services for some of the german that my charrie speaks as i myself don't know too much, so sorry if it's slightly off.)
A quiet German sat in the dining room of his home, wringing his hands very nervously within themselves as his rough amber eyes flitted warily around his house. Unlike most of his neighbors, the only things he carried around that were related to the Nazi party were the various things hung up on the walls just for the reason that he wouldn't be considered suspicious if they decided to check out his home, and the usual Nazi Germany flag flowing outside his front door. He hated the Nazi party and what they've done to the world with every inch of his core being, yet for obvious reasons he kept it inside his own mind and followed along with Hitler's fascist rule just so he wouldn't get killed right then and there.
Sebastian Falkenrath was the German's name, his long black hair coming in in curtains over his face, the thick and almost greasy locks shining with one of the only lights in the house on at the moment, that which was that of the dining room light hanging from the ceiling. He knew he had to get it cut, as he kept getting weird looks the few times he actually left his abode, but he's been so paranoid lately he just hasn't gotten the time. He was dressed in plain clothing, a very simple dark grey jacket over a lighter grey shirt, and light brown pants with black boots, as he did not want to attract unwanted attention from exuberant or rather, out of place clothing. His skin was a light tan, beginning to pale from the lack of sunlight as of late. His nervousness and paranoia was just too much to step outside his door sometimes. Why, may you ask? Because he was expecting somebody. Somebody, who if uncovered would get the both of them killed. Somebody that goes against Hitler's cruel reign. Yep, a British spy is supposed to be at Sebastian's residence any moment now, so it was understandable when the doorbell suddenly rang Sebastian almost jumped out of his skin.
Running over to the door and almost tripping over himself while doing so, Sebastian hurried over to the front entrance to his house and almost flew it open, but in the nick of time caught himself and gently opened the door to see exactly who was described to him. Exactly who he was expecting at this time. Ethan, a British spy, blond blue eyed, a bit taller than Sebastian, carrying a suitcase and dressed in lots of clothing. This was it. This was who he was expecting. Sebastian bit his tongue to prevent himself from letting out a squawk of surprise. "Hallo, willkommen willkommen." (Hello, welcome welcome.) Sebastian whispered to the other, hurrying the other inside before anyone else could see. "Zuerst möchten Sie mir, Englisch zu sprechen?" (First thing, would you like me to speak English?) Sebastian said as he shut the door behind Ethan and flicked on some of the lights. Sebastian's English wasn't too good, but enough to be understandable by a native English speaker.
(my writing is not doing well lately, so i'm sorry if this is wonky/awkward) [No problem, I totally understand. I really hope everything is going well for you again soon x It's always so sad when people go through tough times And it's fine, my German translations are all likely awful too. Also, your writing is great x Don't worry] As the door was being opened, Ethan took a moment to eye up the man to see if it was the right person - he fitted the descriptions he had been given, luckily, and by the glint of fear in his eyes, it was clear that this was a person that was indeed housing a spy. So this was the right person, most definitely. Good. Once he was inside Ethan gave the other a small smile as he was asked if he would prefer Sebastian to speak English. He shrugged "Es wäre wahrscheinlich einfacher." (It would probably be easier for us XD) he admitted. Outside of the public eye English was fine, but outside it would have to be German. Not that he would be with Sebastian all that much outside, considering that if he was outside he likely had a mission to complete. "I'm glad to see you were expecting me," Ethan continued in English "Messages have been moving a little slowly of late, unfortunately" Truthfully, though, Ethan was just grateful to have someone willing to house him. The British government was having more and more trouble finding people willing to house a British spy. The fact that he had somewhere to go while he was here was a miracle in itself. An earpiece beeped in Ethan's ear, and he looked at Sebastian apologetically "One moment" "Yes, I'm there," he said to the person speaking to him through the earpiece "Code 272? Yes, well we expected that, didn't we? Well, then set up a false trail in case they pick up on me. Have me mill around in Occupied France for a bit and then lead them on to Russia. No, that should be enough." With the conversation done, he turned back to Sebastian "Sorry about that. Just got an update through that they're cracking down on border control. Since I'm already through it should be fine, but, as you've heard, I've got to take precautions." He had also asked them to keep him updated on anything related to this address, where he was staying, so that he and even Sebastian could clear out if need be, before any Nazi patrols could even get near the place. With these systems in place, it should be bombproof.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 3, 2017 8:01:41 GMT -5
(please excuse my absence, as my status says there's been quite a lot happening lately.)
(and may be using some translation services for some of the german that my charrie speaks as i myself don't know too much, so sorry if it's slightly off.)
A quiet German sat in the dining room of his home, wringing his hands very nervously within themselves as his rough amber eyes flitted warily around his house. Unlike most of his neighbors, the only things he carried around that were related to the Nazi party were the various things hung up on the walls just for the reason that he wouldn't be considered suspicious if they decided to check out his home, and the usual Nazi Germany flag flowing outside his front door. He hated the Nazi party and what they've done to the world with every inch of his core being, yet for obvious reasons he kept it inside his own mind and followed along with Hitler's fascist rule just so he wouldn't get killed right then and there.
Sebastian Falkenrath was the German's name, his long black hair coming in in curtains over his face, the thick and almost greasy locks shining with one of the only lights in the house on at the moment, that which was that of the dining room light hanging from the ceiling. He knew he had to get it cut, as he kept getting weird looks the few times he actually left his abode, but he's been so paranoid lately he just hasn't gotten the time. He was dressed in plain clothing, a very simple dark grey jacket over a lighter grey shirt, and light brown pants with black boots, as he did not want to attract unwanted attention from exuberant or rather, out of place clothing. His skin was a light tan, beginning to pale from the lack of sunlight as of late. His nervousness and paranoia was just too much to step outside his door sometimes. Why, may you ask? Because he was expecting somebody. Somebody, who if uncovered would get the both of them killed. Somebody that goes against Hitler's cruel reign. Yep, a British spy is supposed to be at Sebastian's residence any moment now, so it was understandable when the doorbell suddenly rang Sebastian almost jumped out of his skin.
Running over to the door and almost tripping over himself while doing so, Sebastian hurried over to the front entrance to his house and almost flew it open, but in the nick of time caught himself and gently opened the door to see exactly who was described to him. Exactly who he was expecting at this time. Ethan, a British spy, blond blue eyed, a bit taller than Sebastian, carrying a suitcase and dressed in lots of clothing. This was it. This was who he was expecting. Sebastian bit his tongue to prevent himself from letting out a squawk of surprise. "Hallo, willkommen willkommen." (Hello, welcome welcome.) Sebastian whispered to the other, hurrying the other inside before anyone else could see. "Zuerst möchten Sie mir, Englisch zu sprechen?" (First thing, would you like me to speak English?) Sebastian said as he shut the door behind Ethan and flicked on some of the lights. Sebastian's English wasn't too good, but enough to be understandable by a native English speaker.
(my writing is not doing well lately, so i'm sorry if this is wonky/awkward) [No problem, I totally understand. I really hope everything is going well for you again soon x It's always so sad when people go through tough times And it's fine, my German translations are all likely awful too. Also, your writing is great x Don't worry] As the door was being opened, Ethan took a moment to eye up the man to see if it was the right person - he fitted the descriptions he had been given, luckily, and by the glint of fear in his eyes, it was clear that this was a person that was indeed housing a spy. So this was the right person, most definitely. Good. Once he was inside Ethan gave the other a small smile as he was asked if he would prefer Sebastian to speak English. He shrugged "Es wäre wahrscheinlich einfacher." (It would probably be easier for us XD) he admitted. Outside of the public eye English was fine, but outside it would have to be German. Not that he would be with Sebastian all that much outside, considering that if he was outside he likely had a mission to complete. "I'm glad to see you were expecting me," Ethan continued in English "Messages have been moving a little slowly of late, unfortunately" Truthfully, though, Ethan was just grateful to have someone willing to house him. The British government was having more and more trouble finding people willing to house a British spy. The fact that he had somewhere to go while he was here was a miracle in itself. An earpiece beeped in Ethan's ear, and he looked at Sebastian apologetically "One moment" "Yes, I'm there," he said to the person speaking to him through the earpiece "Code 272? Yes, well we expected that, didn't we? Well, then set up a false trail in case they pick up on me. Have me mill around in Occupied France for a bit and then lead them on to Russia. No, that should be enough." With the conversation done, he turned back to Sebastian "Sorry about that. Just got an update through that they're cracking down on border control. Since I'm already through it should be fine, but, as you've heard, I've got to take precautions." He had also asked them to keep him updated on anything related to this address, where he was staying, so that he and even Sebastian could clear out if need be, before any Nazi patrols could even get near the place. With these systems in place, it should be bombproof. "Uh... okay." Sebastian said to everything the other had spoken, still wringing his hands nervously as he gestured around his house. "Set your items down, make yourself at... home, please." Slightly broken, needed work, but hey, at least hopefully Ethan understood what he had meant. Sebastian gave the other a small smile before making his way to the kitchen to cook something up. Make a nice dinner, don't make a stupid first impression of yourself. He whispered to himself in German, as well as shouting it at himself in his head, grabbing a couple of pots and pans and other necessities hanging around the humble kitchen as well as getting some food off the shelves.
"You are... hungry?" Sebastian said from the kitchen, trying to avoid dropping things as his shaky hands were clammy and cold as well. There wasn't a lot of food in the cabinets, he hadn't been to the store recently and he had been on vacation time at his workplace to prepare for Ethan's arrival so he was starting to run a bit low on money. But he had enough to make a few meals for the two of them, then he'll absolutely need to run to the store, whatever financial situation he had got himself into. Sebastian sighed as he tried to steady himself, stepping back from the fragile things on the counters, knowing with these plates he had just set on the countertop that if he doesn't do this both of them would be smashed bits on the floor. Sebastian was so goddamn nervous as he exhaled a heavy breath, and it was easy to see why, as he had a bloody British spy in his house, his trembling hands reaching up to slowly brush his long black hair out of his closed eyes.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 8:16:23 GMT -5
Ethan nodded as the other went into the kitchen, and he set down his suitcase - somewhere out of the way for now - as he took off his coat, hanging it on a coatrack by the doorway.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," Ethan replied to the other's question "I ate just a couple of hours ago. But don't be afraid to make something for yourself."
There was a pause while Ethan organised his things, before he said "Thank you for letting me stay in your home. It's hard to find somewhere to stay on missions. And don't worry, I won't be around too often. I'll be out of the house most days."
He could tell the other man was nervous, and he was trying to think of anything he could say to ease the other man's evident anxieties about housing him. Though, to be honest, he wasn't sure why he was so anxious. After all, didn't the man know what he'd agreed to? But he supposed it was very different agreeing to do something to having it actually happen. After all, when he became a secret agent at the start of the war he didn't expect to be sent here. He thought he would just be doing little things, nothing too important. Because who dreamed they would be doing something right at the heart of Nazi Germany? Not Ethan.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 3, 2017 8:38:37 GMT -5
"You are... welcome." Sebastian said as he finally collected himself, setting a small smile on his face and continued to make something for himself.
It was a while before he had said anything more. "Entschuldi- I mean, uh, sorry, I've been um, ner-nervous lately." Sebastian said with a small chuckle, knowing that agreeing to something and then actually having a British spy in his house were two very different things. He had been confident when he did make an agreement with the Americans and their allies to send one over, but it slowly dawned on him what he was bringing into his home and what dangers it could pose to him, yet he still pushed through. Sebastian hoped he'd just calm down the more he got to know this guy, but he knew that edge would be there every single time he spoke a word of English. The English language was a thing not to be going around speaking in public, or really anyplace at all here, it was considered of the Americans and the British and generally just against Hitler and would most likely get you on the Nazi's hit list if you didn't have a good enough explanation.
Sebastian pulled himself out of his thoughts as he smelled the comforting scent of warm toast on the stove, deciding to make something simple that he could just devour and make more of later. "How are y-you?" Sebastian asked, stirring the toast around in the pan before sprinkling some grated cheese overtop to let it melt onto the cooked bread. Again, something simple and not too complicated, easy to replicate and easy to get the ingredients for. It was perfect. And delicious.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 8:55:29 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Ethan replied with a smile, even though he knew the man couldn't see it "And don't worry, people are usually nervous when I first come. But I assure you I've done this many times before. I know exactly what I'm doing, and my first priority is keeping you out of danger while I'm staying with you. You're completely safe on that front"
This was true. In fact, at that moment, Ethan would wager that Sebastian was probably the best-guarded man in the city, apart from Hitler. Sebastian had not just Ethan, but many of the best agents the Allied forces had to offer, watching him and making sure he was safe. After all, if Sebastian was in trouble, so was Ethan. Not only would Ethan have to find another place to go, but Ethan would likely be being pursued by the German forces at that point, and then he would probably not stand a chance. There was no hiding the fact that if Ethan got on the German radar, he could only last so long. He only had the tiniest amount of time to flee the country. In other words, Ethan was not a superhero and so he needed to keep Sebastian safe and his presence quiet. That was the long and short of it.
Okay, well it was the long of it. There were a million reasons why he had to keep himself and Sebastian safe. It would be redundant to think about all of them
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 3, 2017 9:25:26 GMT -5
"Wow, um, thanks." Sebastian said, scooping the food from the pan onto a plate and heading back out into the dining room, slowly starting to chow down onto his toast as he set the plate onto the table. "Oh! And your spac- room I mean is uh, ready." Sebastian said, finishing his mouthful of food and pointing down the hall. He had spent most of his, ha, vacation time getting the house and guest room ready for the newcomer, making sure it was good enough for the spy. Making sure it met all the usual requirements, had at least one Nazi Germany item in there to prevent possible suspicion, and was livable and decorated. "I hope it's alright, it's the uh, se-second door down on the left...? Ja- yeah, left." Sebastian said, biting his lip nervously as he gestured to the room, letting Ethan go. "If you uh, need any thing, don't be scared to ask." He was starting to get more comfortable with his English, but his voice still stuttered and shook with the quite unfamiliar language.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 9:45:14 GMT -5
Ethan nodded "Oh, alright, thanks. I'm sure it'll be great"
With that he picked up his suitcase, heading down the hall and turning the knob, heading into the room. As he had expected, it was just perfect. Sebastian had went above and beyond to make sure the room was perfect, and for that he was very grateful. He'd made Ethan's job easier already.
So he began to unpack the things in his suitcase they he could unpack - there were things he couldn't risk Sebastian seeing and some things that simply weren't safe to be just lying around in a room. Those things he left inside. He would get them when he needed them.
It didn't take long for him to be settled in - he didn't have a lot, because he had to travel light. So, this was all he had. Not that he was complaining. Sometimes it was great to be able to travel without a lot of luggage, despite the fact that it was vital for his job.
[Do you have any ideas for anything you want to happen? Plot events and stuff?]
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 3, 2017 9:49:11 GMT -5
(I'm imagining later Seb gets into a slight argument with one of his neighbors (who gets suspicious) catching the attention of maybe some nazi soldier nearby. maybe ethan does something as well. that's all i have rn, feel free to add to it lol)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 9:52:56 GMT -5
[Okay, I like that, we could build on that. I'm trying to think what we could have Ethan do. It could be something as simple as making a slip-up when speaking German and people would probably freak out XD I don't know...hmm...]
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2017 9:57:03 GMT -5
is I Could Scream Forever still open? )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 3, 2017 9:58:28 GMT -5
(oh wait! maybe his british accent arouses some weird looks when he's speaking german.)
(idk, it's just an idea, and maybe he accidentally slips some english as well. again idk)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 9:59:56 GMT -5
is I Could Scream Forever still open? ) [Sure, nice to see you, liz! I just need your charrie name, and whether you want a mxm, mxf or fxf pairing]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 10:00:58 GMT -5
(oh wait! maybe his british accent arouses some weird looks when he's speaking german.)
(idk, it's just an idea, and maybe he accidentally slips some english as well. again idk) [Ooh, yeah, okay, maybe the accent slips through for like a second and everyone's like 'whuuuuut']
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 3, 2017 10:04:08 GMT -5
(oh wait! maybe his british accent arouses some weird looks when he's speaking german.)
(idk, it's just an idea, and maybe he accidentally slips some english as well. again idk) [Ooh, yeah, okay, maybe the accent slips through for like a second and everyone's like 'whuuuuut'] (alright! sounds cool. i gotta go to school help bail me out pls so i'll get a reply up later.)
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2017 10:10:58 GMT -5
is I Could Scream Forever still open? ) [Sure, nice to see you, liz! I just need your charrie name, and whether you want a mxm, mxf or fxf pairing] Eleanor Thompson and possibly mxf?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 10:12:01 GMT -5
[Ooh, yeah, okay, maybe the accent slips through for like a second and everyone's like 'whuuuuut'] (alright! sounds cool. i gotta go to school help bail me out pls so i'll get a reply up later.) [ //gives spoon// you can dig your way out Okay, sure, I'll see you later then x]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 10:13:10 GMT -5
[Sure, nice to see you, liz! I just need your charrie name, and whether you want a mxm, mxf or fxf pairing] Eleanor Thompson and possibly mxf?) [Okay, certainly, I'll add you. I don't know if you want to start while I add you?]
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2017 10:23:46 GMT -5
Eleanor had had a long trip from America to France, filled with dozens of fake IDs and passports, a handful of stories about how she was visiting her ailing husband, and now here she stood, exhausted and almost positive that she was being followed. If she had not been a spy sent by America to aid in the French Resistance and save a few pieces of arts along the way, she may have just been mistaken. But after ten minutes of twists and turns, she was certain that the man behind her was not taking the same route as her and instead trailing a not so safe distance away from her.
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2017 10:29:25 GMT -5
oh shoot, i just realized the one i really liked isn't claimed....could we do I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot instead? sorry, i'm really out of it today xD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 10:30:57 GMT -5
[Okay, no problem! Just need the charrie name and pairing preference again x]
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2017 10:33:09 GMT -5
can we keep it the same? Eleanor Thompson, mxf?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 10:35:12 GMT -5
[No problem! That's simple enough. Are you still okay with being the one starting? They meet in a party]
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Post by Trico on Jan 3, 2017 10:39:23 GMT -5
William, or as he was better known by his friends, Will, strode through the marketplace in New York, his voice competing with the clamor of the vendors and others as he spoke to his friend. He was a tall man, a strong, tanned figure topped with short, curly sandy-blond hair. His blue eyes often seemed to shine when he spoke about anything he loved, like they were at this moment. "You see Adam, the British believe that this will be an easy win. They see us as uncivilized, and don't think we will be able to unify ourselves and rise up to form a collective attack. It's the underestimated that always have the upper hand, as there is always room for surprise." The young man spoke with a sense of excitement, and passion. He, like many other men his age, yearned to claim glory through the war and became very animated, his hands flying to and fro, when he talked about his reason for fighting. Ava heard a young man speaking - rather passionately, as shown by his hand movements - about the war, and about the element of surprise. "Nobody thinks it will be an easy win," Ava laughed as he passed "don't underestimate the British. We're not all as arrogant as the King, you know. What you need is guerrilla warfare, double-agents. Stealth tactics. That's how you surprise, that's how you get the upper hand" Nobody expected a woman - especially a rather girly one like Ava - to start spouting military tactics, and she always found it amusing when she surprised people. And she expected that her accent was clear by that point, which would confuse them even more. But she didn't feel to bad about it. She gave military advice - good military advice - to her father all of the time. So this was fine, surely. Especially since they would probably choose to ignore her anyway. Will stopped suddenly, turning to face the new voice, shocked by the beautiful face that stood before him. Huh a girl with an opinion on the war, this is new.
She said 'we' when she spoke about the British and Will noticed the accent, She's British. But what surprised him even more is when she started talking about the military tactics. His curious frown quickly turned into a smile as he pointed at her, "See Adam, that's what I was talking about, the element of surprise, that is how we win." Will now turned his attention to Ava, his blue eyes meeting hers, a smile playing on his lips as he bowed to her. "Now tell me, why does a British girl like yourself know so much about warfare, I'm quite impressed actually, that was good." He still was slightly on guard as he talked to her, after all, she was British and in most people's eyes, an enemy of the Americans, but he had no reason to hate her, not yet at least, in fact,he found himself liking her. No girl he had ever talked to before was ever in the slightest way interested in talking about battle tactics.
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Post by liz on Jan 3, 2017 10:43:59 GMT -5
yes, of course)
Giggling beside her friends, Eleanor stood to the side of the ballroom, watching in delight as the rebel soldiers whisked girls her age onto the dance floor. It was exciting, with a war beginning and new ideas emerging, it was the time to be alive. She held herself with an elegant poise as her friends murmured in amusement whenever they caught a man admiring them. But Eleanor made sure to distance herself from enjoying it too much, she had to marry rich if she wanted to support the family; as the oldest, it was her duty and she'd find only poor rebels at this gala.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 10:45:35 GMT -5
When the man bowed, Ava dipped into a polite curtsey, so she could greet him properly. And why not? Just because he was American didn't mean he didn't deserve respect. Not that her father, or any British officer, would agree with her. But he wasn't here, was he, so she could do whatever she wanted.
She bit her lip at his questions - she was unsure how he would react to the answer "Well, it's through my father, actually. He's an officer, and, well, you pick up on a few things, naturally."
There was a pause, while she blushed. She was a little embarrassed about admitting who her father was. But then she blinked "Oh, I'm sorry, I forget myself. My name is Ava Kingston"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 3, 2017 10:52:24 GMT -5
yes, of course) Giggling beside her friends, Eleanor stood to the side of the ballroom, watching in delight as the rebel soldiers whisked girls her age onto the dance floor. It was exciting, with a war beginning and new ideas emerging, it was the time to be alive. She held herself with an elegant poise as her friends murmured in amusement whenever they caught a man admiring them. But Eleanor made sure to distance herself from enjoying it too much, she had to marry rich if she wanted to support the family; as the oldest, it was her duty and she'd find only poor rebels at this gala. A young rebel entered the ballroom, surrounded by a few rather loud and rowdy friends, and was relieved to see that he was only a few minutes late. Isaac Peake was tall and well-built, with angular and well-defined features, a head of dark curly hair, and dark brown eyes. He was pale, though not overly so, his skin halfway to being tan. He chuckled as one of his friends nudged him and muttered something, looking at one of the girls across the ballroom. "Come on, Peake," his friend laughed "Go and introduce yourself. Her friends are looking at you" Isaac rolled his eyes but obliged, approaching a girl who was giggling with some friends. He bowed to greet her, smiling as he straightened up "May I have the pleasure of this dance, miss?" She looked like she might reject him, but his friends had told him to do it, so why not? It was worth a try, wasn't it?
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 3, 2017 10:56:07 GMT -5
( no problem, it's happened to all of us. also, sorry for a short post! )
Emeline smiled warmly. "Legends are great, I agree. You should be able to find some new ones in here, with the array of books we have there's certainly something new here. Especially since so much of it is from other cultures."
She'd always found those kinds of stories interesting. Stories that belonged in a different land, yet made so much sense here, as well. They were her favourites, and, fortunately, Leo enjoyed them just as much as she. She realised that Adele might have stories to tell that she'd never gotten to explore herself, so she turned to the other girl. "Are there any stories from your land that you've a particular fondness for?"
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