forum One-on-one roleplay anyone? ||Closed and discontinued?

Started November 27, 2019 by @spacebluelily language

tune

Jackson looked at Phillips, surprised on his reaction. He was sure that Philips was going to take his anger out on him. “First, can you let me go? It’s not like I’m going anywhere at the moment. Second, I would have been fine. The bubble I was in protected me from any creature who could be trying to eat me for their breakfast, Lunch or dinner. Third, if I did get eaten, I’m sure I would’ve tasted delicious.”

"I can test that last part," Captain spoke up. Phillips shot her a glare, then turned back to Jackson.
"Still, we're a long way from land." He took his hands off of Jackson's shoulders, hand going to his pocket and pulling the collar out again.

“Pffft, we’re like. . “ He paused and started counting on his fingers. “Like two hundreds miles away from land, or even a bit more. Anyways, It’ll probably take me about three days to get to land.” He looked at the collar that Phillips was pulling out.

"Try closer to two thousand. This ship is really fast, especially at night." Phillips sighed, moving to put the collar back around Jackson's neck.

Two thousand? Damn, I was way off." He paused and frowned. "I'm supposed to be mad at you, I'm supposed to not talk to you and ignore you, but yet here i am, talking to you like nothing happened." He paused once again. "Why in the galaxy do i not feel anger!?"

Phillips sighed softly.
"I don't know either." He had surprised most everyone on the ship when he didn't explode at Jackson; he was well known for his literal fiery temper. He fastened the collar, resting his hand lightly on Jackson's shoulder.

Jackson just looked at Phillips with a neutral expression. His eyes darted to the edge of the boat, as if he was thinking of jumping off again. “I-I. . “ he sighed and mentally slapped himself. “I’m sorry.”

"I'm sorry too," Phillips said gently, taking his hand off of Jackson now. Phillips saw how Jackson glanced at the ledge, but he didn't say anything aboout it.
"Com'on, everyone, back to work!" captain calledout. "Show's over!" Everyone began to file away.

(Sorry for the late response, I was very busy the past days. .)
“Right, so are we going back to “our daily routine” and pretend that this never happened, or am I going to get punished for taking my collar off, jumping off the boat, and trying to escape you?” He puffed as he finished talking. “That was the longest thing I’ve ever said without stopping.”

(You're good!)
"Unfortunately, you will have to be punished." Phillips looked very grave, head tilted down slightly. Then, his hand came up and he flicked Jackson's forehead.
"That should do it," he said, a humorous glint in his eyes as he chuckled softly.
"Just be sure you don't do it again."

Jackson looked at Phillips confused, as he started processing what had happened. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, not knowing what to say or do. “That’s it? Nothing more? Damn. . . I don’t know if I can call that punishment. .”

"Exactly. The only reason I did it was so that if anyone asked, I could say I punished you without having to actually hurt you." Phillips tilted his head, putting his hand on the small of Jackson's back and leaving him back to the wheel.

“But why? I honestly deserve more than a flick on the forehead. Anyone would agree with me on that. Even the king himself would agree.” He quizzically looked at Phillips.

Even I agree with my self, don’t I, me?

Yes. Jackson’s voice responded.

"Because I don't want to hurt you." Phillips turned to look Jackson dead in the eye.
"But if you think you deserve more…" He shrugged. "It could be arranged."

“I feel like there’s a meaning behind that sentence, but I’ll not even think what it could mean.” He sighed as he didn’t have nothing to do. “So, I was thinking, could I get like a small task I could do, just to pass the time?”

"Depends," Phillips said, ignoring the first part of what Jackson said. "You willing to clean the deck? That's the only job available." Phillips took ahold of the wheel finally, though he wasn't holding Jackson between the wheel and himself this time.

Jackson rolled his eyes, and chuckled. “Yes, Sir! Honestly, I would do any work, just to feel useful.” He paused and looked at Phillips and chuckled once again.

Phillips chuckled as well.
"Well then, the buckets on the lower deck. If anyone gives you a hard time, just come get me, okay? The others on here won't be so slow to hurt you."

“I’ll be fine, no one will hurt me, cause I won’t give them any trouble, but if they’re giving a hard time, I’ll come to you.” He smiled as he left Phillips alone and walked to the lower deck whistling a tune.

Phillips watched as Jackson walked away, keeping an eye on him to make sure he was safe. The bucket was by the entrance, right next to the man who had smacked his pet the day before. She was kneeling at his feet as he talked with someone else, her eye black.

Jackson felt bad for her, like very bad, but he didn’t show it. He grabbed the bucket that was by the man, and the man gave Jackson a dirty look. He gulped and walked as far away as possible from him.