forum I Need an Action RP

Started April 09, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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The man disappeared into the home for a brief while, and returned with a visibly worn umbrella.

She gave a hesitant, awkward smile. Memories of countless etiquette lessons filled her mind.

He handed it over, "Pardon, if there's any tears. The mice might have got it."

Coraline continued to watch. Perhaps the man could help her…

Annalise gave a slow nod, a faint smile shining in her eyes. "My thanks." She opened it and moved it over her head.

He nodded a little. "Godspeed," August wished her.

Annalise nodded her thanks as she slipped back down the road, planning to return the umbrella the next day. The girl was still there, and she gave a hesitant smile to her.

Coraline smiled back, then turned to address the man.
"Excuse me, sir, but could you please help me with something?"

Augustus blinked at Coraline. Unexpected, but welcomed, he supposed. "I suppose so,"

Annalise blinked to look back at the two once, before slipping around a corner and ducking through a few mysterious alleys before finally making it to an abandoned cellar accessible to the road. She knocked a combination on the trapdoor, waited for it to open, and climbed down the rickety ladder.

Coraline gave her best "pity me" look.
"Could you spare a cup of tea? I was sent to buy some, but a man robbed me. I simply cannot return home without the tea or the money sir."

August shifted his weight, "I suppose. You could catch a cold in the rain, anyhow. Come on in, Miss,"

"Thank you sir, you are very generous." Coraline made her way to the door.

He closed the door behind them, "Make yourself at home, I'll put some water over the fire,"

Coraline nodded.
"Thank you sir."

The auburn-haired man shuffled from the living room to the tiny kitchen, fetching a pot— he'd have to fill it with the water pump outside.

Coraline looked around the room, assessing her situation.

The soldier seemed to have a keen interest in paintings. Whether he made them himself or bought them was difficult to tell by observation alone.

Coraline touched the frame surrounding one of the paintings.
"He has taste, that's for sure."

Most of them were serene landscapes, everything from the pebbly massachusettes beach to a southern plantation farm.

"This is beautiful." She was gazing at a painting of the Massachusetts beach.

August pushed open the door, holding the heavy cast iron tea kettle with an arm. Raindrops fell from strands of his hair and his chin. "It's cold out there,"

Coraline nodded.
"Thank you for letting me in."

"It's the.. good thing to do," he exhaled, and hooked the kettle over the flame.

Coraline moved closer to the fire, trying to warm herself discreetly.