forum What if slavery in America never ended? (OPEN RP)

Started April 27, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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"If anyone hears you… That is a dangerous thing to say!" Harriet whimpered.

Tasper rolled his eyes, jumping out of the tree and landing next to her. "I don't care. Let him kill me. I don't care." He cared.

"Don't waste life. Either way, we should get back to working."

"Alright, fine," he sighed, hefting the shears back into his arms. "What are you supposed to be doing? I've been told to shear the hedges and trees in the lawn."

"Attending to the young Mistress." she said in a mock posh voice, giggling a bit.

"Lucky!" He laughed. "She's super nice."

"I am her permenant private maid."

"Must be nice. Her dad gets mad if he catches her just talking to me."

"Well, if I mess up one tiny detail, I'll be flogged bloody. Maybe you could be a "Maid" too?"

"The master won't even let me in the house unless to chastise me," Tasper said, rolling his eyes. "House work is off limits for me."

"How sad. You're my best friend. Only."

He smirked at her. "Same to you, kid. If only I had your charm." He smiled.

Riley walked by Tasper and Harriet silently. She figured she shouldn't interrupt them. She shifted the bag of rocks she was carrying. You make one mistake and you're stuck getting rid of all the rocks around the house. She thought to herself.

"Need some help?" Tasper offered, glancing over at the girl –Riley, wasn't it?– struggling with a bag of rocks. He probably wasn't much stronger than her, but together maybe it'd be easier.

Riley looked over at Tasper. "That would be nice, thanks." She said, stopping.

Tasper grabbed the other end of the bag. "I'm Tasper, by the way. Are you new, or am I just really forgetful?"

"Yeah, I'm new. Not new to the system though." She said as some of the weight was eased off her. "You don't look too happy kid, today a bad day for you?" She asked.

Tasper smirked. "You could say that. Today's the anniversary of when the master flogged my father to death. And today he told me off for asking for time off. I guess I should be happy he didn't flog me," he said sarcastically.

Riley simply nodded, falling silent as the carried the bag of rocks to the road. Finally she spoke up. "For what it's worth, I know how hard it can be to lose your family. I'm sorry that you had to go through that."

"Yeah." Tasper rolled his eyes, trying to cover up his sadness with anger and indifference. He could still feel his throat tightening up, but he refused to cry in front of her. "It sucks." He nodded at the rocks in their hands. "Is this your usual job, or?"

"Nope." She rolled her eyes. "But one slip up and you get a job that should kill you. Lucky me I'm stronger than I look."

"Yeah, I know how you feel," Tasper replied. They finally reached the road.

(Hi! I finally made a character)
Name: Mounira (Mouse) Brewer
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Race / Ethnicity: African- American and other
Appearance: lanky but unexpectedly short. Her hair is cut short but it's very messy and wavy, and it's hard to see how short it really is. Her hair is just as light as her skin. She's not extremely dark or light - hard to pick out in a crowd of slaves.
Personality: Artistic -in another world she'd be a painter. Intelligent, blunt, quick and speedy, resourceful, brash, hard to read. She's somewhat more satisfied with slavery than she should be, as she's never tried to run away. Always keeps important things around just in case of an assault, an instinct deeply ingrained in her since childhood - she assumes it is because of all the bad rumors she hears about this.
Background: Has mixed heritage, but is a slave. Her grandmother is from Peru, but no one knows where she is now. Some terrible childhood memory has been submerged and hidden, and Mouse doesn't know what it is.