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Post by thornshade on Apr 15, 2017 4:28:14 GMT -5
The fair-haired woman's heart swelled as she listen to James' words. She could see such a great desire inside of him to help her thrive in this new life that she felt it wrong to feel lonely and lost when she sat beside him. "I do understand that, I do," she said, a smiling lighting her face. "I hope you know how happy you make me feel," she told him with a grin, "and how much I want to make you feel happy, too. You have let me gaze upon sunsets and see life as an adventure I'd never dreamed of before," she explained. "I can't wait to join this family of yours; they are as generous and good as you. But most of all, I desire your happiness, more than anything else I could wish for right now," Elizabeth told him as she moved to kiss him once again, her heart feeling freer than she could ever remember it being as their lips met in the quiet bedroom. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 16, 2017 10:35:07 GMT -5
The feeling of Ammiel's hand in hers made something ache in Ada's heart. But it was the most pleasant ache she'd ever experienced, she had to admit. He made her feel happy and comfortable, and she hadn't felt like that in years. Since she was a little girl, really. So this was incredible for her. She realised her bun was coming undone and she took a moment to shake her head and let her hair come completely undone and fall loose. It certainly helped with making her look less like a maid when out in public, at least. That way they were less likely to be caught. When Ammiel asked her if she could ride, she shook her head, blushing a little "No, I never learned. Never had to. So it looks like you'll be taking the reins tonight and I'll just sit pretty behind you. About the only thing I can do on a horse is not fall off." "Well, you teach me to read more than five words in sequence and I'll teach you about horses," Ammiel replied, mounting first and then helping Ada onto the animal's back. "My parents used to be bothered by how much time I spent outside. I liked to watch the stablehands. Back then I could get away with it because my sisters were still here. They were perfect little angels, took all my parents' attention." He stole what should have been a quick glance at Ada, not having noticed her hair until just then. When he did, it was a little more than a quick glance, and suddenly Ammiel was staring. Seeming to snap out of it, he told her, "You have beautiful hair, Ada," and then set off across the yard. Secretly he wanted to touch it, but Ammiel wasn't sure if they were close enough for that yet. Better to just leave it. The ride into town was actually quite long. Ammiel lived a good ways from the city, but counted himself lucky that the roads wouldn't be so crowded this time of night. He'd heard something about an underground train, but didn't know where it started, where it ended, or who in their right mind had come up with such a bizarre idea, so never pursued it. Travelling above ground was just fine by him. When they arrived the concert hall was oddly quiet, and Ammiel had about fifteen seconds to get inside, but helped Ada down first and hurriedly tied up the horse. "I'm sorry I can't really take you to the symphony. You'll have to come around back with me." And then he was holding the maid's hand again, but this time, not absently, not dragging her along to a horse tied to an evergreen. "Hopefully you don't have to meet everyone, though I'm sure they'll be curious."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 10:48:36 GMT -5
The feeling of Ammiel's hand in hers made something ache in Ada's heart. But it was the most pleasant ache she'd ever experienced, she had to admit. He made her feel happy and comfortable, and she hadn't felt like that in years. Since she was a little girl, really. So this was incredible for her. She realised her bun was coming undone and she took a moment to shake her head and let her hair come completely undone and fall loose. It certainly helped with making her look less like a maid when out in public, at least. That way they were less likely to be caught. When Ammiel asked her if she could ride, she shook her head, blushing a little "No, I never learned. Never had to. So it looks like you'll be taking the reins tonight and I'll just sit pretty behind you. About the only thing I can do on a horse is not fall off." "Well, you teach me to read more than five words in sequence and I'll teach you about horses," Ammiel replied, mounting first and then helping Ada onto the animal's back. "My parents used to be bothered by how much time I spent outside. I liked to watch the stablehands. Back then I could get away with it because my sisters were still here. They were perfect little angels, took all my parents' attention." He stole what should have been a quick glance at Ada, not having noticed her hair until just then. When he did, it was a little more than a quick glance, and suddenly Ammiel was staring. Seeming to snap out of it, he told her, "You have beautiful hair, Ada," and then set off across the yard. Secretly he wanted to touch it, but Ammiel wasn't sure if they were close enough for that yet. Better to just leave it. The ride into town was actually quite long. Ammiel lived a good ways from the city, but counted himself lucky that the roads wouldn't be so crowded this time of night. He'd heard something about an underground train, but didn't know where it started, where it ended, or who in their right mind had come up with such a bizarre idea, so never pursued it. Travelling above ground was just fine by him. When they arrived the concert hall was oddly quiet, and Ammiel had about fifteen seconds to get inside, but helped Ada down first and hurriedly tied up the horse. "I'm sorry I can't really take you to the symphony. You'll have to come around back with me." And then he was holding the maid's hand again, but this time, not absently, not dragging her along to a horse tied to an evergreen. "Hopefully you don't have to meet everyone, though I'm sure they'll be curious." At the comment about her hair, the maid blushed "oh- uh - I meam, thanks" she murmured, mentally curing herself for stumbling over her words so much. Just thank him and move on. She wondered if these compliments were just because she was the exact opposite of the kin of girl Ammiel's parents would approve of, and that's what was causing this weird thing between then. But then, why was he making her stammer over her words if it was just about her being the perfect act of rebellion? There must have been something genuine there between them. When they stopped and Ammiel took her hand, Ada felt a warmth inside her. ANd then a hurried apology, to which the woman responded with "Don't worry, don''t worry. Get yourself inside. I'll get myself a seat. But go, or you'll be late. I didn't pull you up from that ledge for you to be late." Once inside, Ada found the closest available seat to the front, hoping that would be enough for Ammiel, and took a seat. She was really looking forward to this. She really liked music, but never had the time to go to shows or anything like that. SO this was a rare opportunity for her.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 11:09:54 GMT -5
The fair-haired woman's heart swelled as she listen to James' words. She could see such a great desire inside of him to help her thrive in this new life that she felt it wrong to feel lonely and lost when she sat beside him. "I do understand that, I do," she said, a smiling lighting her face. "I hope you know how happy you make me feel," she told him with a grin, "and how much I want to make you feel happy, too. You have let me gaze upon sunsets and see life as an adventure I'd never dreamed of before," she explained. "I can't wait to join this family of yours; they are as generous and good as you. But most of all, I desire your happiness, more than anything else I could wish for right now," Elizabeth told him as she moved to kiss him once again, her heart feeling freer than she could ever remember it being as their lips met in the quiet bedroom. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ "Well, I'm glad you feel like that," James murmured through the kisses "I would hate for you to regret any of this. I love you so much. And, as far as I'm concerned, you'll always be a princess. No matter what your father says. I really do hope you're happy here. And hey, if you want them to, your brothers can visit. As often as they want. I'm sure your father wouldn't deny them that, would he?" He didn't think he would, but then he didn't know Elizabeth's father all that well, and from what he did know of him, he didn't seem like a very forgiving man. So maybe he was completely wrong. But he thought it was the best thing to do if he asked anyway. Might as well find out what he was dealing with. Besides, Elizabeth really did seem to love her brothers, and he wasn't about to say she couldn't see them. His siblings were very important to him and so he couldn't imagine for a second what it would be like if he were told he couldn't see them anymore. So he wanted to at least afford Elizabeth the chance, whether she actually wanted to see her brothers or not.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 16, 2017 11:35:21 GMT -5
Elizabeth pondered James' offer for a moment. She was once again struck with the extent of his generosity and kindness; she could scarcely believe a man with a heart like James' once lived as a thief. How lucky am I to have stumbled upon someone like you, James, she thought with a grin. But her thoughts clouded as she considered her father; she knew she would be exempt from ever returning to that castle. If she were to invite her brothers to see her again, it would have to be done in secret. The King had no mercy for those who disobeyed his orders. She had seen far too many cocky guardsmen be punished or "excused" from serving her family if they did not do as her father asked. As much as she loved her brothers, she knew they didn't quite understand her situation with James; she asked for their help when they needed to escape their father and they gave it because they loved her, not to better help the man they still believed to be her captor escape. Alexander and Derrick may have been only 17 and 19, respectively, but they had seen right through her lies at James' hanging. She figured she should give them some distance, of course, before inviting them to James' cottage, but she was still curious as to whether or not they would see the man she loved as a hostile. "I'd love to see my brothers again, truly," she told James with a glittering smile, "but I don't think my father would willingly let Alexander and Derrick see me again. Besides, I'm not sure how they'd treat you - they're still under the impression that I'm staying with you because you offered me death as the alternative if I didn't return home with you," she laughed. "Clearly, we both know that's not the case. And besides, I think it's better to let things die down first before trying to arrange a secret visit - maybe that way I can better help them see that we're in love, not fighting against one another." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 11:41:31 GMT -5
Elizabeth pondered James' offer for a moment. She was once again struck with the extent of his generosity and kindness; she could scarcely believe a man with a heart like James' once lived as a thief. How lucky am I to have stumbled upon someone like you, James, she thought with a grin. But her thoughts clouded as she considered her father; she knew she would be exempt from ever returning to that castle. If she were to invite her brothers to see her again, it would have to be done in secret. The King had no mercy for those who disobeyed his orders. She had seen far too many cocky guardsmen be punished or "excused" from serving her family if they did not do as her father asked. As much as she loved her brothers, she knew they didn't quite understand her situation with James; she asked for their help when they needed to escape their father and they gave it because they loved her, not to better help the man they still believed to be her captor escape. Alexander and Derrick may have been only 17 and 19, respectively, but they had seen right through her lies at James' hanging. She figured she should give them some distance, of course, before inviting them to James' cottage, but she was still curious as to whether or not they would see the man she loved as a hostile. "I'd love to see my brothers again, truly," she told James with a glittering smile, "but I don't think my father would willingly let Alexander and Derrick see me again. Besides, I'm not sure how they'd treat you - they're still under the impression that I'm staying with you because you offered me death as the alternative if I didn't return home with you," she laughed. "Clearly, we both know that's not the case. And besides, I think it's better to let things die down first before trying to arrange a secret visit - maybe that way I can better help them see that we're in love, not fighting against one another." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ James swallowed and nodded "Okay, of course. I really hope they come around. Of course, I know half of the kingdom must still see me as your captor, but I really hope your brothers come to understand that we're in love. I'd just hate for them to think of me that way. But, hey, their concerns at least shows that they love you. They only think that you're in danger, and I think it's kind of sweet that they're concerned for you. Even if they don't exactly need to be" Even so, he didn't want them to assume that he was some kind of scoundrel. He had been punished already and he was ready to put his old life behind him. The sooner people stopped seeing him that way, as a criminal and a robber, the better it would be for James and the sooner he could relax again. But it was hitting him now that they might never think of him as a good man again. He might always be seen as a kidnapper and a criminal. He would hate that, hate it so much, But he supposed there was nothing he could do about that, were it the actual case. And he was sure things would die down. Eventually.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 16, 2017 11:58:07 GMT -5
Elizabeth sensed his nervousness and immediately wished she hadn't mentioned anything about her brothers' misguided judgement at all. "Hey now," she soothed, "you know I don't see you like that, right? You're incredibly kind and gentle and intelligent; you have payed for your crimes and there's no need to focus on what you've done in the past." She grabbed his hand and gingerly ran her thumb in circles over his warm skin, hoping the touch would settle his nerves. "We're moving forward, remember? We've got each other now; you don't have to change people's minds about what you've already done. You have to prove to them that you've changed through how you act now, present tense. If the village see only half of the kindness I see in you, James, then there's no reason to be afraid of their opinions. My brothers will be easily swayed, and the village just the same." She smiled up at him as she continued. "It's like you said - I'm still their princess, even if my father doesn't see me as one. If they see you treat me with respect and dignity, than their hearts will certainly change." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 12:14:43 GMT -5
"I know," James sighed, gently, his shoulders relaxing "I guess I had been waiting so long for my criminal life to be over that I forgot that people might still think of me as a criminal for a while. I forgot that it would take work and that I would have to win them over again. But I know it'll be okay. I've got you to help me. And my siblings have always had faith in me. Even when I was a criminal they were telling everybody that I was still a good man. Nobody listened, of course, but it was kind of them all the same."
James had spent his whole life trying to be a good brother for them, trying to take care of them. He'd tried to be a role model but he threw that away when he was fifteen and he turned to crime. Sometimes he had felt like a hypocrite, telling them not to do things like steal when he was doing it himself. But he supposed he forgot that people don't forget those things.
He hoped it wouldn't take long to adjust, for things to do back to normal. He hadn't known normal for quite a long time, actually, and he was kind of excited to experience it again. to be able to not hide from people. To not feel like he was being looked down on all the time. To not feel so trapped and nervous all the time. To feel like he was in control.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 16, 2017 12:29:04 GMT -5
The young woman wished she had the power she once held in the palm of her hand - her influence over her people would not last much longer; she knew the King would make quick work of destroying it. He'd say her lies were true, that she didn't desire to serve her people by marrying into another kingdom. But the time for those decisions had passed. She had a new life to live - one with James and his siblings, a life full of love and respect that would come to her in time. "It'll be alright in the end," Elizabeth told him. "Your family and I see the good in you - it just takes time for everyone else to notice it, too," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You worked hard to provide for them - that's why you did what you did. I understand it. Soon, it'll be like none of this ever happened - life will be normal again for you and I. I look forward to it," she grinned, then glanced out past the curtains of the bedroom to see the darkening sky. "Speaking of which, you have some job hunting to do tomorrow; you'd better rest, eh?" ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 12:42:48 GMT -5
[Do you think we should skip or something and if so, where to?]
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Post by thornshade on Apr 16, 2017 12:44:13 GMT -5
(I'm not sure - what do you think is next for them? If you've got an idea you can go ahead and start; i'm not sure where to go from here tbh)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 12:46:21 GMT -5
[Do you think this plot is about done? I don't know, I'm no good and judging when to end a plot.
If you do think we should just end it, were there any other plots you liked from the front page?]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 13:48:36 GMT -5
Hi! Would it be alright if I claimed I Could Scream Forever? I adore historical roleplays <3 I'm an old user returning, by the way, so I might be a little rusty. I hope that's okay. [It's no problem. Honoured that my thread is your first post, by the way. It's claimed but you can have it as a duplicate? I haven't added the person who claimed it yet. Can I get a charrie name and gender pairing?]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 14:06:05 GMT -5
( This thread may or may not have been one of the factors in my deciding to return, actually. Sure, a duplicate would be fine. c: Emily Pierce and mxf, if that's okay with you. Do you need a charrie description? ) OMG are you kidding *squee* that just made me so happy! No, no need for a charrie description. Adding you now. Which of us would you like to start?]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 14:13:16 GMT -5
mmm... I hate to be that one person, but would you mind starting? I try to post starters when I can, since nobody likes them, but I'm a little out of practice. )) [No problem, it's fine. I'm usually asked to start, so it isn't an issue <3 One starter comin' up]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 14:27:31 GMT -5
Ethan Wood was making his way down a darkened street, passing under the golden glow of a streetlight occasionally. He was, however, generally hidden by the night, the darkness of which currently cloaked the streets, hiding him from prying eyes.
He was tall and relatively well-built, though not bulky. He had some muscle, of course, but it was impractical to have a lot. It made him stand out and it made him heavier and generally a slower runner. Getaways were harder if one was very muscular. His physique was therefore more lithe than muscular. He had pale skin and dirty blonde hair with grey-blue eyes. Overall, he didn't seem to stand out a huge amount, which was what he was going for. The whole point of being a spy, after all, was blending in.
The twenty-four year old turned suddenly - hoping that if someone was following him he would be able to throw them off - as he veered into a dark alleyway, where he was supposed to be meeting up with his partner, who was an American agent.
The pair had been working together for a little while now, so Ethan had come to know his American counterpart quite well. It was nice, having a partner for long enough for the two of them to actually be able to get to know eachother a little bit.
The British man had his hand near a concealed weapon, just in case someone had followed him, as he waited for his American partner to emerge from the shadows of the alleyway.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 15:23:26 GMT -5
At his American partner's anger, Ethan held his hands up in mock surrender, letting out a quiet chuckle.
"Easy there, Emily." He replied, a small smile curving his lips as he spoke to her, taking a step closer to the other spy"I'm only ten minutes late. Some of the streets weren't as quiet as I would have liked them to have been, so I took the longer route, that's all. Better that than be caught. What about you, you got here alright? You weren't being followed?"
These were questions they routinely asked each other, as a matter of course. It was important that they each knew whether the other might have been followed to the meeting place. They didn't want to get caught, after all. It was not a pleasant experience, and it was something Ethan knew almost too well, though he didn't ever talk about it.
He was still scanning the alleyway, gauging whether or not it was safe for him to let his guard down. Emily had seemed a little tense, so he wasn't sure if there was any imminent danger or if he had simply surprised her. He didn't think she had been followed, and he didn't think he had been followed, but one never knew in these kinds of situations.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 17:02:38 GMT -5
"No, nobody saw me," Ethan replied, before adding "Unsettling? Was there anything strange about it, then?"
He had been feeling uneasy for quite a while, despite feeling quite certain that he wasn't being followed. Something had felt wrong, but he wasn't sure what it was. It was like some sort of primal instinct telling him that something wasn't right. He hadn't said anything because just because he felt like something was wrong didn't mean that there genuinely was something actually wrong. There wasn't any point in saying he felt uneasy if he didn't have any proof that something was off.
That was when he heard a sudden sound, his hand moving instantaneously down to where his weapon was concealed as his eyes searched for any potential danger. He knew he was probably being paranoid but he honestly didn't want to take the risk. Why do that? There might be something genuinely wrong and he wouldn't be able to get to his weapon in time. He wasn't about to do that and risk getting caught or something
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 16, 2017 17:25:59 GMT -5
There was a long silence in the hall before anyone went on stage, and when the curtains finally opened, it was a quarter past the hour. Ammiel had had a disagreement first with the conductor and then the concertmaster, but it didn't show on any of their faces. He wore his usual smile and the other two always looked bothered, so there was no noticeable difference—only an occasional glare thrown across the stage.
When Ammiel stepped forward, alone, with no music, he didn't look nervous, but his heart pounded. It pounded more loudly, somehow, than when he'd been sitting on the roof that evening, afraid for his life. But it was hidden behind the smile and resonant clarity with which he played, eyes closed for the entire concerto, even between movements. Normally, he would look out into the audience, but there was never anyone he knew. Now, with Ada sitting in the front row, the stakes were somehow higher. Ammiel had to forget her, as much as it pained him, for the rest of the concert. So he did and played from memory, thoughts never once falling on his friend in the front row.
When the piece was over, though, she was the first thing he thought about. Ammiel was so pleased that someone had had actually been listening to the solo that he didn't bother putting his instrument away before practically leaping off the stage toward her. "How was it? How was it?" he asked, viola cradled under one arm. "I thought it was good but then I always think it's good and no one ever tells me differently, you know?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 17:27:58 GMT -5
(Working on a reply. Honestly Ammiel's so cute here)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 17:39:21 GMT -5
Ada had been almost entranced by the music, watching Ammiel play. She'd been equally entranced by how Ammiel seemed to be in his element, in a world of his own. She had a strong feeling that here, in this moment, was where Ammiel belonged.
When he came down from the stage and began rambling excitedly, Ada let out a soft laugh, holding a hand up to silence him "Hey, hey, don't worry. You're good. Better than good. You're incredible. I've never seen anyone play like you do. It seems like your soul was really in it."
She was trying to comfort him, let the excited man know that he was indeed an excellent player. He had a gift like she'd never seen before. He had made the music pull emotion from her, and he had found this confidence that she didn't know he had. He had looked so free on stage. Completely different to how she had ever seen him back at the house.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 17:57:36 GMT -5
Ethan swore under his breath "Someone's here. They must be."
He looked around, scanning the alleyway. Weapon drawn. Only to let out a surprised sound as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Before he had time to turn and see who it was, a cloth was being held over his mouth. It had a strong smell, and the man felt himself growing weaker. He was being gassed. He was grabbed, the gun knocked out of his hands, as another figure stepped in front of him.
It was too dark to see the face of the man who grabbed Ethan's jaw, slowly turning the man's head from side to side as the British man tried to fight the grip of the men holding him still.
"Yes, that's Wood alright."
Ethan tried to turn to see what had happened to Emily, but he was already blacking out, and he fell into unconsciousness.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 18:33:17 GMT -5
When Ethan opened his eyes next, he was in a dimly lit room. He was somewhat grateful for the lack of light, since being gassed had given him a rather unpleasant headache, causing him to put one hand to his head.
His hands weren't bound, sure, but he could make out a cell around him. He was fairly sure he wouldn't be making it out of that.
He saw a female figure in the darkness, but was unable to tell whether it was Emily, or whether she was even awake.
"Emily?" Ethan whispered quietly, hoping that if anyone was nearby they wouldn't be able to hear him speaking with her "Are you okay?"
His heart was pounding. He was terrified, though he looked calm and collected from the outside. He knew what was going on, and it most certainly wasn't good. This was bad. Really, really bad.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 16, 2017 19:00:06 GMT -5
"I'm fine, just a headache. I only got gassed, I think. Sounds like you weren't so lucky. Are you okay?" Ethan asked softly, concern pulling his eyebrows together.
"I don't think we have very long" he said quietly "they probably know we're awake by now. We need to come up with some sort of plan. Hate to break it to you, but I've a little experience with this. And what's ahead of us is not good. I'm not saying I've been caught before, obviously, but..."
The British man didn't want to talk about it if he didn't absolutely have to, but he suspected it would come up, so he turned to his partner.
"It will probably surface anyway, so... I had a brother," Ethan sighed "We were partners for years, and we were on a stint out here. He got caught, same way as me, likely even brought here. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they did it the same way just to make a point. Anyway, I tried to help him, but I couldn't. They took him here. He died. I don't know exactly what happened, but I imagine these guys will take no small pleasure in giving me every gory detail."
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 16, 2017 20:34:28 GMT -5
Ada had been almost entranced by the music, watching Ammiel play. She'd been equally entranced by how Ammiel seemed to be in his element, in a world of his own. She had a strong feeling that here, in this moment, was where Ammiel belonged. When he came down from the stage and began rambling excitedly, Ada let out a soft laugh, holding a hand up to silence him "Hey, hey, don't worry. You're good. Better than good. You're incredible. I've never seen anyone play like you do. It seems like your soul was really in it." She was trying to comfort him, let the excited man know that he was indeed an excellent player. He had a gift like she'd never seen before. He had made the music pull emotion from her, and he had found this confidence that she didn't know he had. He had looked so free on stage. Completely different to how she had ever seen him back at the house. (He has his moments, that's for sure ) "Oh, good, so you'll still talk to me after this," Ammiel breathed, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Thank you so much for coming." He glanced at his pocket watch, realizing how late it had gotten, which wasn't helping Ada, what with her early work schedule. And suddenly the thrill of performance was replaced by overwhelming guilt. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. We have to go. I shouldn't have had you out so late; I'm sorry." Unfortunately, people were still filing out of the concert hall's front doors, not exactly in a hurry. It was difficult to hurry in a corset, floor-length skirt and heels, so they were going to be stuck there for a while. On the one hand he didn't mind; it was an excuse to spend more time with Ada. On the other, by the time they got home, she would probably only get three hours of sleep, if she was lucky. Realizing the futility of the situation, Ammiel resigned and slumped down in the seat next to Ada's, plucking absently on his instrument. It was like he didn't even notice what he was doing, just a nervous habit. There was a third part of Ammiel that wanted to see the rest of London while he had time. Then again, for all he knew, his parents had noticed he was gone and now they were looking hard for him. Probably called the police, like they cared at all. Best case scenario, they had forgotten their son altogether—which usually didn't earn the name "best." "We'll have to plan something. A real...date." Ammiel's cheeks flushed with colour. "Dinner, candles, a serenade that I'm not playing. What do you think?"
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Post by thornshade on Apr 17, 2017 4:11:18 GMT -5
(I think this plot is done - I had lots of fun rping with you but now that my school holidays are over I won't be active as often, so I don't think I'll try another plot for awhile - thanks for the offer though!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 22, 2017 7:50:13 GMT -5
indecisive Okay x I mean, if you want, I can keep you in the plot. I am drowning in schoolwork too, and it'll get worse soon, so we're in the same boat)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 28, 2017 6:34:15 GMT -5
I HAVE REOPENED ALL PLOTS. PEOPLE CAN NOW CLAIM PLOTS AGAIN
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 6, 2017 10:10:43 GMT -5
Bump)
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Post by Gold on Sept 7, 2017 0:04:54 GMT -5
Oh so very tempting |D )
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