forum School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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Lovely, Lillian just moved a piece to the outer edge.

Darren sighed, he had a strategy and she wouldn't be getting any kings.

But Lillian would try her damnedest to get at least one. She thought hard before taking her next turn.

"Good because I will abuse mine too. As your wife, of course."

“And, as your husband I’m glad hear it,”
“I take it the two of you are newly married,” the man driving said with an American accent that made Ryan stop.
“You spoke english this entire time?!”

Lovely, Lillian just moved a piece to the outer edge.

Darren sighed, he had a strategy and she wouldn't be getting any kings.

But Lillian would try her damnedest to get at least one. She thought hard before taking her next turn.

“Aha,” he jumped her piece, “moving only one from the side and none from the final row she needed.

Fleur looked back at Cooper. "Are you really feeling alright? Please tell me the truth."

“No. I have the power to make people see their greatest fears and my power backfired on me before so I saw my fears. I keep throwing up, I’ve lost 5 pounds and my body hurts,”

Fleur cupped his face with her hands. "Do you need anything?" she whispered.

“Is death an option?” He joked sourly.

She blinked, very unsure of how to respond. Her mouth gaped open slightly.

"Fuck," Lillian muttered as she pretended to analyze before moving a random piece. Old thoughts she thought were long past were filling up her mind now.

“Is death an option?” He joked sourly.

She blinked, very unsure of how to respond. Her mouth gaped open slightly.

He pecked her lips, “I’m joking,” he responded smilelessly.

"Good because I will abuse mine too. As your wife, of course."

“And, as your husband I’m glad hear it,”
“I take it the two of you are newly married,” the man driving said with an American accent that made Ryan stop.
“You spoke english this entire time?!”

She burst out laughing. "Oh that's great! I'd do that too if I was a taxi driver in Paris. But to answer your question, yes, we are newly married."

"Fuck," Lillian muttered as she pretended to analyze before moving a random piece. Old thoughts she thought were long past were filling up her mind now.

“Yeah I’m an asshole,” he moved one sacrificial piece away from the wall, very careful not to be in her line of Fire.

"Good because I will abuse mine too. As your wife, of course."

“And, as your husband I’m glad hear it,”
“I take it the two of you are newly married,” the man driving said with an American accent that made Ryan stop.
“You spoke english this entire time?!”

She burst out laughing. "Oh that's great! I'd do that too if I was a taxi driver in Paris. But to answer your question, yes, we are newly married."

Ryan scowled, he felt fooled. The taxi driver chuckled, “Congratulations,”

“Is death an option?” He joked sourly.

She blinked, very unsure of how to respond. Her mouth gaped open slightly.

He pecked her lips, “I’m joking,” he responded smilelessly.

"Don't do that," she said quietly, not looking at his eyes.

"Thanks. Don't mind him, he's just a salty Italian." She giggled, poking Ryan in the ribs.

"Fuck," Lillian muttered as she pretended to analyze before moving a random piece. Old thoughts she thought were long past were filling up her mind now.

“Yeah I’m an asshole,” he moved one sacrificial piece away from the wall, very careful not to be in her line of Fire.

Lillian watched him, "You have a fucking plan don't you?" she moved another random piece to a random place. Obscurity was her key to victory.

“Is death an option?” He joked sourly.

She blinked, very unsure of how to respond. Her mouth gaped open slightly.

He pecked her lips, “I’m joking,” he responded smilelessly.

"Don't do that," she said quietly, not looking at his eyes.

“It’s fine.” He sighed and walked away to his room.

"Thanks. Don't mind him, he's just a salty Italian." She giggled, poking Ryan in the ribs.

Ryan squealed, He was rather ticklish but shh. “Hey!”
“Italian huh? Did you know that you’re in the wrong country?”

"Fuck," Lillian muttered as she pretended to analyze before moving a random piece. Old thoughts she thought were long past were filling up her mind now.

“Yeah I’m an asshole,” he moved one sacrificial piece away from the wall, very careful not to be in her line of Fire.

Lillian watched him, "You have a fucking plan don't you?" she moved another random piece to a random place. Obscurity was her key to victory.

“I always have a plan. After years of playing this shit with my brothers. I know what I’m doing,”

“Is death an option?” He joked sourly.

She blinked, very unsure of how to respond. Her mouth gaped open slightly.

He pecked her lips, “I’m joking,” he responded smilelessly.

"Don't do that," she said quietly, not looking at his eyes.

“It’s fine.” He sighed and walked away to his room.

"Clearly it's not," she insisted, following him. She looked over her shoulder at Lina. "Une minute."

(@CW-YourGrandmother XD)

(I got bored.)

(I can see lol, also I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

Lillian groaned, "Ughhhhhhhhhh, you're going to win aren't you? You little shit."

“It’s fine.” He sighed and walked away to his room.

"Clearly it's not," she insisted, following him. She looked over her shoulder at Lina. "Une minute."

Cooper hadn’t noticed he’d been followed. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked at the picture on his bed side.

(I can see lol, also I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

Lillian groaned, "Ughhhhhhhhhh, you're going to win aren't you? You little shit."

(I’m depresso espresso so expect my characters to be little shits for a week)

“Ha. Probably going to win, yeah,”

"Thanks. Don't mind him, he's just a salty Italian." She giggled, poking Ryan in the ribs.

Ryan squealed, He was rather ticklish but shh. “Hey!”
“Italian huh? Did you know that you’re in the wrong country?”

"He's the one who picked France! Ask him not me!" She threw her hands up in defense.

Fleur quietly approached him and sat down beside him. She rubbed his arm comfortingly. "Who's that?" she asked. Her voice was light and gentle.

(Oh that seems fine with me.)

"Yeah…." Lillian sighed.

Fleur quietly approached him and sat down beside him. She rubbed his arm comfortingly. "Who's that?" she asked. Her voice was light and gentle.

He turned the picture so she could see it better. “It’s her and I,” He didn’t even want to say her name right now but the black hair and familiar green eyes made it glaringly obvious who it was.

(Oh that seems fine with me.)

"Yeah…." Lillian sighed.

( 👍)

“What is this strategy of yours? It doesn’t make sense,”

"I'm not telling you," Lillian stuck her tongue out at him.

Ryan squealed, He was rather ticklish but shh. “Hey!”
“Italian huh? Did you know that you’re in the wrong country?”

"He's the one who picked France! Ask him not me!" She threw her hands up in defense.

“We’re visiting my nonne in Italy later this week I just imagined she might prefer to be in Paris first,”

"I'm not telling you," Lillian stuck her tongue out at him.

“Do you even have one?”

"Well, Paris is the city of love. And we both know you have an incessant need to he cliche."