forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"I know. That's why I'm whispering," Cruz slugged his best friend's arm.

Louis gave a roll of his eyes, shaking his head in amusement as the emotionless mask slipped from his face.

"Ayy, Frenchie. Look at us. We're gonna be legends." He laughed, walking backwards in front of Louis.

"Whatever you say, Cruz," he muttered, voice carrying traces of laughter.

Cruz smiled wider still, and turned forward. "What'll you do when you see your man?"

Louis immediately softened at the mention of his beloved, a wistful smile on the curve of his lips. "I am going to kiss him until his knees give out. Then–" Just to raise Cruz's spirits further, he went into detail about various other 'tasks' they would complete together, only in French.

Cruz wasn't bilingual, but knew enough French to pick up contexts. "Oui oui oui, who knew you were so sinful." He teased.

Louis snorted at that. "Says you. April, is she impressed by you in bed?" he shot back, shaking out his oily hair.

"She is, matter of fact," he replied humouredly. Now that they were free, with fresh blood in their veins, it didnt seem sk cold.

He gave another small eye-roll, peering at the camp through the trees.

Cruz followed his friend's gaze. A fresh snowfall began to drizzle from the sky– they made the gunshot of a redcoat softer in the atmosphere.
"Shit!" Cruz cursed, and made a run for it.

Louis tore off after him, feet pounding against the ground.

Cruz could hear the sound of horse hooves pounding faster behind them, but dare not look back.

His expression softened. "Its such a big thing, I'm so.. Anything could happen," her fiancé worried.

"Like what? Boey comes in during the ceremony?" she laughed.

He grabbed hold of the Spaniard's arm and pulled him towards an area where the trees were thicker and difficult to manoeuvre around on horseback.

"Anything," he half laughed. "I don't know. I'm so excited, still, just with that thought.."

He grabbed hold of the Spaniard's arm and pulled him towards an area where the trees were thicker and difficult to manoeuvre around on horseback.

The british soldier fired his gun, the bullert clipped the side of Cruz's head and made him fall.

Louis called out, falling to his knees beside his friend and frantically trying to heft him back to his feet again.

"Well," she began, tugging his shirt, "you should get ready. I have to go to Abigail's house to prepare, remember?"

Louis called out, falling to his knees beside his friend and frantically trying to heft him back to his feet again.

The soldier leapt off the horse and ran at Louis.

Cruz blinked a few times, tried to speak. His eyes flitted across Louis's face, and then passed out.

"Well," she began, tugging his shirt, "you should get ready. I have to go to Abigail's house to prepare, remember?"

"I suppose," he breathed.

"Well," she began, tugging his shirt, "you should get ready. I have to go to Abigail's house to prepare, remember?"

"I suppose," he breathed.

She kissed his cheek lightly. "See you soon," she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

"Mm, wait. One more kiss," he pleaded Jane.

Louis called out, falling to his knees beside his friend and frantically trying to heft him back to his feet again.

The soldier leapt off the horse and ran at Louis.

Cruz blinked a few times, tried to speak. His eyes flitted across Louis's face, and then passed out.

(by the way, feel free to harm Louis/Pierre in any way you want, as long as it's not fatal)

Louis cursed loudly, praying with all his might that Cruz wasn't dead as he slung him over one shoulder and ran for both of their lives.

The soldier ran after Louis. Having been on horseback, his endurance was fresh– and he wasn't carrying another man.