forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Chadine, I don't want him to hurt you," Jane breathed, trying to stand up.

She laughed softly. "My people have seen more pain than you could ever imagine."

Jane turned rosy. "I-I'm sorry. I should have defended you more."

"No.." She shook her head, and stood up with her, "No. You get up to the bedroom now, you focus on thinkin' good thoughts. Stress ain't good fo' Roo, now."

"What about you?" she asked worriedly.

"I am fine, Miss Jane." She reassured. "I am fine."

"What if he tries anything?"

"As long as you are kept safe, thats what I care about. No more, please, Miss Jane," she helped her up the stairs to the bedroom, "Rest, now."

Jane sighed. "Well I care about you. You're kind and compassionate, and Simcoe is a bastard for only seeing the color of your skin."

"Rest," she urged, "I'll be back soon with your tea."

"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.

Pierre acknowledged the statement with a nod and nothing more, pushing his dark hair out of his forehead once more.

Francis set his stuff down on the grass, deciding that would be the place to set up their flimsy abode.

"Rest," she urged, "I'll be back soon with your tea."

Jane sighed reluctantly. "Alright…"

Skip?)

Yep)

John rode on horseback at the front of the battallions beside Clinton. They were headed south to catch a rebel regiment by surprise.

Peter rode a little behind John, unlike he usually did.
(Would he be borrowing a uniform?)

Probably)
Clinton definitely reprimanded john for not having uniform. Peter could probably get John forced onto an leave of absence by talking to clinton, since the general is so fatherly and concerned for his s o n s )

His expression was hard and harrowing, something plaguing his posture. Peter knew.

Peter said nothing, for now. He rode steadily behind them and on Clinton's side rather than John's.

Clinton turned his head to speak to Peter in his jovial tone, "How is the wife, Elizabeth?"

"She's wonderful," he replied with a smile. "We're expecting soon."

His eyes lit up, "Oh, wonderful!" Clinton cried. "I believe such occasion welcomes some festivus!" Partying. Something the General did very well.

Peter laughed. "Elizabeth and I would appreciate that, General." He cast a quick look at John.