forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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She looked worried. "Monsieur, lay down," she urged him. "Relax…"

"No, no," he spoke rapidly, "I'm not supposed to be here– I, I need to go back," he stammered in a suppressed panic.

"Go back where?" she asked, her heart pounding nervously.

(I've gone this whole time without even saying her name! XD)

"I need to go," go home, he almost said. "I need to go back to camp.."

Her eyes were wide. "Monsieur, don't you know me?"

Peter, in the meantime, was looking for John everywhere. He came across the tavern and remembered John saying something about a drink. He quickly headed for it.

"I have to go," was all he said, scrambling for his clothes.

"Monsieur!" she cried.

Peter approached the bar. "Excuse me…"

John's hands were shaking, he tried his best to ignore her. Doing as he did under stress, ignoring the problem.

The bartender directed Peter to the door of the room where the couple was. He stormed down and hall and didn't even know: he just flung open the door.
The woman shrieked and brought the sheets up to cover herself.
Peter glared at John.
"I. Told. You." was all he said before turning around again and leaving.

"Peter!" He called gruffly, buttoning the last of his undershirt, "Come back!"

"I just want you.." Cruz murmured.

“Then I’ll stay right here…” she answered quietly.

He held tightly onto her hand, and tried to sleep. Something that had escaped him since the accident.

April began to hum softly, an attempt to lull him to sleep.

Skip?)

"Peter!" He called gruffly, buttoning the last of his undershirt, "Come back!"

Peter didn't listen. He only made his way through the clambering tavern as quickly as he could.

Skip?)

Sure, to who/when?)

"Peter!" He called gruffly, buttoning the last of his undershirt, "Come back!"

Peter didn't listen. He only made his way through the clambering tavern as quickly as he could.

So John ran after him, deserting his red uniform in the woman's room. He grabbed Peter's shoulder. "Peter, it's not what it looks like–"

Skip?)

Sure, to who/when?)

Edonine n pierre sweet time?)

"Peter!" He called gruffly, buttoning the last of his undershirt, "Come back!"

Peter didn't listen. He only made his way through the clambering tavern as quickly as he could.

So John ran after him, deserting his red uniform in the woman's room. He grabbed Peter's shoulder. "Peter, it's not what it looks like–"

Peter turned to face his best friend. "Really? Because it looked like you were cheating on your pregnant wife who's three states away!"

"I was too drunk to even remember!" John defended himself, eyebrows knit together, gesticulating harshly as he spoke. "Lord knows what kind of– of– psychological manipulation that woman used at my most vulnerable–!!"

(J o h n )

Skip?)

Sure, to who/when?)

Edonine n pierre sweet time?)

(Oh lord I just caught up on everything I’d missed….

Yeah sure?)

"Shut up, John," Peter demanded, strangely aggressive. "You were drunk. I warned you not to get drunk. Drunk married men cheat on their wives."

Skip?)

Sure, to who/when?)

Edonine n pierre sweet time?)

(Oh lord I just caught up on everything I’d missed….

Yeah sure?)

Edonine was outside at the first sign of a warm day. The earth was mushy underfoot, but the woman didn't care. Just a softer place to stand in bare feet.

"Shut up, John," Peter demanded, strangely aggressive. "You were drunk. I warned you not to get drunk. Drunk married men cheat on their wives."

His face contorted, "No, I didn't– I didn't mean to–!"

"Shut up, John," Peter demanded, strangely aggressive. "You were drunk. I warned you not to get drunk. Drunk married men cheat on their wives."

His face contorted, "No, I didn't– I didn't mean to–!"

"Nobody ever means to do anything. That's why it's called an 'accident'." Peter shook his head and turned away again.