forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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He blinked. Oh. "Oh no, I didn't–" now he was blushing. "I phrased that wrong, looking for something, like I'm looking for something?" John corrected himself. For God's sake, man. Everyone makes you go red.

Jane giggled. "Looking for something or looking for someone?"

"Something, but sometimes I wonder if my soul needs another of its own." He answered with a docile smile. The thought of the cold rain became a bearable memory now, warming up with warm light, alcohol and someone to share a candid, innocent dalliance with.

Pierre’s grip tightened on his glass with each word the redcoat spoke. Just the sound of the stupid soldier’s voice infuriated him, he couldn’t stand that accent. He was careful to keep his expression passive, emotionless, knowing that there was a time and place for conflict and this was definitely not it. The only signs of his anger were his whitening knuckles and the slight strain at the corners of his eyes, two things that would hopefully go unnoticed.

Annalise walked deeper into the tavern, slipping her hand into a man's pocket, grabbing the small bag of coins she had seen him put away a moment ago. Small, merely a convenience, but enough to start tonight.

OH SNAP BAR FIGHT)

Not it!)

Im so excited )

Raise your hand if you're a sucker for drama)

(raises hand
just give me a mo to type my response up)

((hand shoots into the sky
Take your time my dude))

Pierre felt something brush against his hip, feather-light and almost unnoticeable– but he had been trained as a soldier, almost nothing went unnoticed to him. He turned his head just in time to see a woman slip away….. a woman clutching the same bag of coins that had been in his pocket a moment ago. The pocket that was now empty. First the redcoat and now this?? He slipped off the bar stool, approaching her quickly and laying a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Excuse me, miss. I believe that you are making off with my money?"

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André glanced briefly at Pierre while he awaited Jane's response.

"Well, if it's your money, then why do I have it?" She asked snarkily, turning to face him. She straightened her back, reaching her full height, though still a bit shorter. Curse my shortness and curse him actually paying attention, damnit.

Pierre clenched his jaw, anger rising in him. "Have some respect from the man you just stole from," he told her through gritted teeth, keeping his voice low. A scene was the last thing he needed right now. "Just give it back, and I won't make it a problem."