forum Ill start my own Rp, and it will be the greatest rp in the world!

Started February 27, 2018 by @Paperok

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When Kira was little, very, very little, she tried to climb out of her crib in the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep except her. She fell out and landed on her head. Hard. She was in the hospital for eight months and still needed monthly appointments for a few years after that. Kira once fell down the stairs at a ball and didn't recover until two months later. She attended her grandfather's funeral when she was eight years old, but Kira had never seen her father cry. Until today. She had to admit, it wasn't a feature that suited him well. After all her living sixteen years, her stoic father in tears wasn't a sight that would be easy for her to get used to. Kira couldn't remember the last time he'd had his arms around her, truly acted like a father, and soon enough, she was in tears too. They stood there for a few minutes in a hug. It felt good to be embraced, instead of having to force away physical contact everytime she was in public. Kira smiled against her father's shoulder. She was alive and most importantly, she was home again.

Amber rode out towards the woods at a trot. Her eyes glazed the city as she rode past it. It looked a lot better than when they had left that's for sure, but Amber could clearly see that there had been devastation and destruction. As the quickly thrown together houses left her view, she came in sight of the forest. The place where it all began. She took a deep breath and went to the edge of it. After turning her horse around in place she dismounted and looked out at the view from the hill. In the distance, she could just barely see the castle standing in it's tall, shimmery glory. Amber thought of Kira and their adventures. Had it helped at all? Would they live to see the results? Part of her wanted to stay put, or better yet, dash off into those woods and never come back, but some fighting piece of her wanted to go back and watch things unfold. And for whatever reason, Amber went back.

"I don't know, uh, I'd never seen them before." Kira tried not to slouch at the dinner table in front of her parents. Straightening herself up for the hundredth time, she added, "They didn't even tell me their names." Of course, that wasn't true. Like the rest of what she had told her parents about her "kidnapping". Hopefully, they would take it lightly, maybe not let her throw any parties or be seen in public for a few weeks just to be safe, but that was a long shot away from what she was sure would actually happen. Citywide search. Court ruling. They wouldn't stop until Michael, Ariene, Amber, and Shey were in jail- maybe even dead.

(When I imagine this it's like flipping quickly and dramatically between Kira and Amber's perspective and there are suspenseful music and stuff. Maybe like a slide transition where Kira is on one side and then they slide sideways into the wall and pop out to Amber on the opposite side of a totally different wall. Idk why I'm saying all this I just noticed how dramatically this RP stokes my imaginations.)

Amber coaxed Duchess and went inside the modest house. She sat down in her room slid a book off the shelf and opened it to a picture. In the picture, two snobby looking girls had their arms crossed and turned away from the other, poorer looking girl. Cinderella. In a way, it was just a children's book but in so many ways it reminded her of who she was. She was like Cinderella, under unfair rule and quite ragged and poor. Like Cinderella, Amber had put in unbelievable amounts of work but felt like she was going no where.

One day. They got it out of her, and the palace guards had been gone one day. One day to look for Shey, Amber, and Ariene. Michael was was in the dungeons across the courtyard. Kira decided she would go see him later today. She couldn't go tomorrow because by then he would be dead and his head would be in a basket, soon to be thrown into the woods that they ventured into what seemed like years ago. She burst into tears, putting her face in her hands. They were all going to die and it was her fault. She wasn't even going to tell the truth, but they interrogated her in the middle of the night, and her jaw was still sore from being clenched, and she was weak. She was weak.

(Gasping and panting I'M BACK!)

Amber put her head in hands. She gripped her hair, tears trickling slowly down her face. Everything was falling apart. She was nothing like Cinderella. At least Cinderella had some sense in her.