forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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“Oh…” Louis’s smile brightened. “I’m glad too.”

(… To the quartering act person…?)

Sure)

Jane's peaceful day would be interrupted by a curt knock on the front door.

“Oh…” Louis’s smile brightened. “I’m glad too.”

"Say, do you want to have dinner with me?"

(… To the quartering act person…?)

Sure)

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Jane's peaceful day would be interrupted by a curt knock on the front door.

She brushed her hands off quickly on her skirt and went to the door to open it.

The sight of indifference and cold blue eyes stared back. The human culmination of dread, Captain Simcoe whom she had accused.
"Good evening, Mrs. André."

“Oh…” Louis’s smile brightened. “I’m glad too.”

"Say, do you want to have dinner with me?"

He blinked, a look of surprise crossing his face. “I—Sure, yeah.”

"I'll make some chicken. Fried cheese chicken," he grinned.

“That… sounds nice. Merci beaucoup.”

"Mhm," Marius nodded back.

Skip to dinner?)

Yes)

If you want)

Yeah xD we should stop )

(lol
who are we skipping to, then?)

A. Pierre n edonine
B. Cruz moves out into April's house, & begins working on healing emotional trauma also lots of ptsd
C. How did i forget the name of my son, the one with a bad legg?

C r u z

…….. Geoffrey?)

XD i have so many rps GEOFFREY MY SON IM SO SOREY )

Cruz grasped April's arm as she helped him inside her home. His fingers held tight enough to leave white marks on her skin, he was silent and withdrawn.

(lmao)

She guided him through the front door and sat him on top of the sofa, silent.

Cruz sat down so slowly. He seemed paranoid and afraid of everything that touched him– when his hand brushed the armrest he flinched. Any unexplained noise made him stiffen.

April settled beside him, entangling their fingers slowly, so as not to startle him. "We're on my sofa. Can you picture it? Where we're facing, where we are?"

The sight of indifference and cold blue eyes stared back. The human culmination of dread, Captain Simcoe whom she had accused.
"Good evening, Mrs. André."

(I mildly hate you.)

Jane faltered slightly. "C-Captain Simcoe," she stammered, the brutal memories returning. "How may I help you?"

LMAOO
oh well, its the sacrifice i make for the plot )

"I'm boarding here," he replied simply, "I imagine you have a room prepared for me, would you be so kind as to carry my luggage in?" His words themselves were kind, but she could practically taste the tension in the air.