forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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“They just like you because you look that age..” he muttered, “If Cruz were here—“ Pierre cut himself off abruptly.

Edonine's expression fell, at the mention of the Spaniard.

“Never mind. How old are those girls? Fifteen?” he tried to change the subject.

"Probably," Francis exhaled, taking a deep breath to try and hurdle the hard topic.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"Probably," Francis exhaled, taking a deep breath to try and hurdle the hard topic.

Pierre bit the inside of his cheek and looked away.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"For.. for doing that. For barging in," he mumbled.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

“Definitely,” he nodded, voice rough.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"For.. for doing that. For barging in," he mumbled.

He looked away. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your cheating sex. Better?" he snapped.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

“Definitely,” he nodded, voice rough.

"Do you need help setting up our tent?" She asked.

"I want you to apologize," John muttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "For what, exactly?"

"For.. for doing that. For barging in," he mumbled.

He looked away. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your cheating sex. Better?" he snapped.

John averted his eyes, face tense, he crossed his arms and left.

John averted his eyes, face tense, he crossed his arms and left.

Peter watched him go and went back to working with his gun.

"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

“Definitely,” he nodded, voice rough.

"Do you need help setting up our tent?" She asked.

“Only if you want to,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind if you rest.”

John averted his eyes, face tense, he crossed his arms and left.

Peter watched him go and went back to working with his gun.

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"Hey," Edonine spoke. "Maybe we should pay him a visit, when… we get some time off," she spoke.

“Definitely,” he nodded, voice rough.

"Do you need help setting up our tent?" She asked.

“Only if you want to,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind if you rest.”

"I'll help," Francis decided, wiping his forehead.

John averted his eyes, face tense, he crossed his arms and left.

Peter watched him go and went back to working with his gun.

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(S U R E)

Chadine was eating dinner with Jane when the cold-eyed soldier returned to the mansion.

There was a knock on the door and Jane rose to open it. She cleared her throat. "Captain Simcoe…" she said, trying to cover the shake in her voice.

"Good evening." He replied with a forced smile. He wasn't wearing a wig, and bore surprisingly rich colored hair. But it didn't improve such a starchy, threatening personality.

She swallowed nervously. "Aren't you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"Yes." He replied curtly, walking inside. He dumped his coat on her. Noticeably, it wasn't the red one anymore— but the green of a Queen's Ranger Colonel.

She noted the color change, but didn't question him about it. She hung it up and followed him into the dining room, shooting Chadine a worried glance.

Chadine kept her eyes down.

"Oh, my." Simcoe spoke condescendingly. "What is the slave doing at the dining table?"

Jane's fear quickly turned to anger. "I forbid you to speak that way in my house, Captain."