forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Kelton shut the door when the man didn't need anything else. He quickly looked around the house to see if anyone had woken up, sighing in relief as he slowly went back to where his book was.

(Srry it's short, I gtg somewhere rn)

Thats ok)

Out of frustration, André flung off his bright red coat off to the side. He took a turn into a tavern; the General wouldn't mind, surely. This was a thankless job, begging for food. But the King wasn't helping.
John took a seat, rubbed a hand through his soaked hair and pulled out the ribbon holding it back.

Annalise stood at the side of the tavern, waiting for the moment she could steal a bit of food from the kitchen- or money from a patron. She crept a bit closer to the door, trying to look as if she had just been waiting for someone. She watched a couple walk in, humming to herself.

John rubbed his worn hands over his face several times. His eyes looked dreary and heavy, he looked absolutely wiped out. And grateful once he had his hands on a glass of whiskey.

Pierre’s eyes slid sideways when a man approached the bar and ordered, stiffening when he heard his accent. Goddamn Brits, he growled inwardly, staying silent and taking another sip of his drink.

Jane stayed closest to the wall along the bar so she could see everything. She hadn't ordered anything yet, she was just observing for now.

André watched everyone else from the corner where he sat. His eyes fell on Pierre. Frenchmen. England hated France. In his opinion, they had a right to. His lip curled with conditioned disgust and he sipped his whiskey. Hopefully this foul mood and his consciousness would pass with alcohol.

"Anything, miss?" the bartender asked Jane.
"No, thank you," she said. He shrugged and walked away. Jane leaned her head tiredly on the wall.

"Hey," André tried calling to the woman, Jane.

Jane looked up to see a man calling to her. She hesitated, then replied with a quieter, "Yes?"

He sighed quietly. "Have you got company? Come sit with me,"

Jane approached cautiously. "Hello."

He picked up his glass, swished the liquid around. "Hey." John croaked.

"I'm Jane," she said softly, trying to keep to herself as much as possible.

"John." He spoke for himself, finished his first glass. "Why are you here alone, ma'am?"

Annalise had managed to sneak in, trying to shake off the cold from the rain.

"Thinking," Jane responded slowly.

"Have a seat. Lemme order you something to eat," the rainsoaked man offered.

"No, thank you, sir," Jane replied courteously, but she did sit down.

He nodded understandingly, "Are you waiting for someone?"

"I like to think that I am," she answered with a small smile.

He laughed quietly. Without the red coat, people hated him less. It was nice to go without it in just a bishop-sleeved undershirt. "Did you come here looking for something, like me?"

(Imma change Jane to a Loyalist for reasons, you'll find out later.)

Jane blushed. "I don't know. Are you here looking for me?"