forum One on One (Closed)

Started November 25, 2018 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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Lmao sure
Katherine pulled her thick, dark, curly hair up into a bun before getting to work. She brushed off her skirts and set off towards the field, pulling the plow behind her. Only 6 more miles to go, she told herself.

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Darien finished tying the ribbon in his hair, turning to his mother.
“You really should cut your hair dear,” She said.
“Why should I do that?” He asked.
“It’s not . . . Attractive, or . . . Helpful, Does it not get in your way?”
He shook his head. “I’ll be going now. To enjoy the time I have,” He stood up.
“Stay here. Have tea with your mother. Walk in the garden,” Caroline offered.
“I will not stay. It is better for my image. Not . . . Bathing in our riches,”

(Don't worry, it wasn't for me either :)
Katherine could already feel her arms tiring. She wiped the sweat off of her prematurely lined forehead and kept walking. She was halfway through the job when a loose stone flew out from beneath the plow and tripped her. She landed on her back, ankle stuck in the mud. She heard a muffled crack and a sharp pain shot up her leg. She gasped, sitting up slowly, mud covering her back. She attempted to stand up and put weight on her ankle– it wasn't possible. But she couldn't stop or she'd lose the job.
She hunted for a stick and used it as a crutch, left with only one hand to push the plow along.

He heard Caroline sigh as he left.
“Why?” He muttered. Why did he have to be born into a family of aristocrats? It was stupid. Afternoon tea, fencing. Who even cares about that stuff? You should live life properly, not spend gold on useless stuff.
He took a slip of parchment out of his pocket. “Where to today . . . ?”
There was a line crossed through the first 6 places listed.

She fought along, ignoring the impossible ache in her arms, ignoring her limp, stomach rumbling. She was three quarters of the way there.
"Katherine!" She twisted around to see her employer beckoning. She hobbled to him, avoiding his gaze.
"Sir?"
"When you are finished with the fields, the stables need tending." He looked down and noticed her 'crutch'. He reached into his front pocket and pressed a copper coin in her calloused hand. "For your troubles."
Katherine bowed deeply. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
He dismissed her and she returned to the job.
(goodnight!)

bump

(I’m at school rn, so I might disappear at some point for a few hours)
The sun shone brightly, making the air feel hot. How his parents, his mother more survived in this heat was unknown to him. So many tassels and ruffles and layers and overcoats.
Today he was headed out to the fields, where actual fresh air existed. Maybe he’d meet someone there, someone to talk to that didn’t have a fake posh accent, and . . . Folded their hands and curtsied or bowed.

(Oh I'm so sorry I completelt forgot it's not evening for everyone rn 😂 my bad)
Katherine finished the field of within an hour. She dragged the plow back into the storage shed before starting on the stables. She started shoveling the manure into numerous buckets to later spread it along the fields.

(What’s your time zone? I have to go to lunch rn, later! Sorry for such a short reply.)
He kicked at a stone in the path. Already multiple people had bowed and girls been all giggly, how annoying. Can’t they just pretend I’m normal for once?

(I'm in England. Hbu?)
Katherine had almost finished when she spotted a nobleman waking down the pathway, looking glum. Katherine snorted and rolled her eyes: as if he had a reason to be sad. She turned back to her work.

(Canada, and I think I’m the only person who actually says eh. Literally no one else does[why is that our stereotype? Has anyone actually heard a Canadian says eh?])
He heard another person and looked up. His anger washed away and he spotted a girl.
She probably thinks I’m just another stupid, arrogant money-loving aristocrat. He sighed.

(I'M CANADIAN. I SAY EH)
Katherine concentrated on the her job, ignoring the nobleman's footsteps getting louder as he approached. She was so focused on concentrating she didn't noticed the horse canter up to the gate of its pen and whinny loudly. Katherine let out a muffled yell and, again, fell backwards into the mud.

(YAY! I HAVE FREN! xD)
The girl yelled. “Are you okay?” He replied automatically. Shoot! I said something too fast. I probably seem fake now. The girl had fallen backwards into mud, scared by the horse.

Katherine ignored the guy and helped herself up. "I'm fine." She stood up and grabbed her crutch to help herself towards the stables.

“You’re just ignoring me because you think I’m some stuck up rich guy, Am I correct?” He said. Well I’m on a roll of messing my day up. This is definitely how you talk to people.

Katherine stopped and looked the guy over. "How cocky do you people get?" she asked coldly.

“I personally don’t know, but some nobles are pretty high on the scale,” He said. And now she hates me.

Katherine stared him down. "Right." She dusted off the mud from her muslin dress. "What are you doing around here anyway," she asked, looking up at him.

“I do not prefer staying at ‘home’” He said using air quotations. “My mother always insists I stay and, ‘Have tea. Walk in the garden,’” He faked her ‘posh’ accent. “It’s much nicer out here, without fake posh accents and frilly dresses and giggling girls,”

Katherine looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Really? I wouldn't think so."

“You think it’s not annoying to have literally every person bow to you and have girls giggling all the time and having to sit and drink tea and talk about what else to waste your money on and have to have an opinion on how many layers your mothers dress should have and to have to sit up properly,” He said. “And walk straight and use like 70 trillion different utensils and read giant books about some other random dead person and wear a billion different accessories and layers and brooches and to be told to cut your hair everyday and breath in the same air some arrogant rich person does? It’d be nice to just not do all that, hence why I’m not at ‘home’ right now,”

Katherine snorted unreservedly. "You think it doesn't hurt to starve yourself just so your siblings can eat? You that's worse than having to work in the exact same clothes through summer, then winter? You think it's easy to have to let yourself be thrown to the side of the road just so you can earn a penny? To have to sew your own clothes with straw needles and kill your own food and rebuild your own house every time it rains?" She put her shovel down and put her hands on her hips despite her shortness and messy appearance.

“I am forced to stay and live with the nobles that see themselves as higher than most. They use their money as leverage and manipulate others. Putting people in situations like yours. And I have tried to do something, to talk to my parents. Try to do anything I could and all they can say is ‘How are we supposed to earn our money then?’ And leave. They just want money and power. They don’t care. And I’m telling you, I bet it hurts you more than I could imagine, and that I’m just some other hopeless, stupid, arrogant, money-loving, careless noble that means nothing. But at least I’m trying to do something,”

Katherine scowled. "Fine," she allowed. "Of you're so pro-peasant, help me shovel the manure out of the stables," she taunted, crossing her arms.

“Why not? Unless of course your employer cares if I cross onto their property?” He asked. And now she wants to kill me . . .