Welcome to The America! This is a 1800's based roleplay and will include past history and some current (in 1800 time, of course.). If you are curious on the plot of the site, please look around and you'll find it!
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Eliza walked towards the fields, she had been sweating as she longed to go back home to her cool mansion, where she stayed and spend most of her time. Although, her Papa had let her go to explore the town, but Eliza had been a little bit more adventurous than advised and planned to go out the well-known Scorpion Fields. The sun had been setting and the young teen decided it was best to go check out the strange place.
The rich girl wiped her face with a small handkerchief, looking around as she entered to the somewhat clean fields. The path had a nice and flat finish, allowing no dirt to travel as Eliza walked passed a small barn, which had been hidden by overgrown forest gunk. Eliza looked around, stopping as she had spotted something out of the corner of her eye, she had known it would be cold out, and she had worn a silky golden dress. It had been equipped with beautiful white ruffles and her hair had been let down, only tied with a small 'crown' of her own hair that had been placed around the top of her head. She had been smart to bring an overcoat, knowing that it got quite disruptively cold during the night-time hours here near the forest. And to light her way here and back to the mansion, she had grabbed a lit lantern which had been guiding her here the whole time.
Eliza moved her eye to the spot that she had thought something had been moving, beginning to speak out like the prodigy of a girl she was. "I don't know who you are but you better not be playing games with me!" She yelled, a tone of playful anger in her voice.
Post by HissOfDyingFalcon on Jul 30, 2018 14:24:07 GMT
William was taking a midnight walk through the fields. They were pretty, and he wanted to grab a flower to give to his sister. Just then he spotted a rich lady walking around with a lantern. Idiot. What is she doing out here by my kingdom? Thought William. William stalked carefully behind her although sneaking was his sister's business, not his. This was obvious considering the lady had seemed to notice him. Welp. I've always been told 'Leave no witnesses!' He thought.
William, quick as falcon, dashed behind the lady and pulled out his flintlock, aiming it straight for the back of her head. "What're you doing in my kingdom? Messing around to get a flower for your rich lover? Or are you here to take back one of our prisoners? Whatever your doing here, you better explain quickly if you want to see your family again." William hated it when he had to execute people. It was boring. More fun to watch public executions. "Chop chop, I have priceless artifacts to steal. Don't have all day."
Eliza looked over to the stranger who now was more defined by the light that was illuminating from the lantern she had been holding. Her face hadn't been showing as much before since the darkness had clouded over her well-known aspects. Her families fortune had allowed them to be almost famous in the town they lived in, even a little farther out. She pulled the light closer to her, now that she knew what this man looked like. She could see his face seem somewhat surprised when the lantern was guided closer to the young teenagers face. In any case that she needed to attack this bandit, Eliza could just throw this flame towards him, sparking a surely dangerous fire.
Eliza stepped closer to the man, lifting up her dress as she moved onto the grass. She had a curious look on her face, one that could surely be noticed by anyone that knew her, although this man only had known her name, nothing more. "My name is Eliza Mary Lee, the second daughter of Thomas Lee." She said, a part of pride in her tone. She hated lying, but in order to not get herself executed, she decided to make something up. "My family sent me out to pick up some water for the household. The well isn't far for us and our maid is currently resting for she has been weak as of the last few passing days, diagnosed with a deadly fever." She explained, "And I won't need any of your pity men to lead me back home just for a bag of money, sir." Eliza forenamed, beginning to stop as to not get too close to the stranger. She stood tall as she spoke once more, "Don't forget that I am not to be a mistress of anyone's, despite my beauty." Eliza spoke. She let several moments pass before beginning once more. "And flowers would rather be a short-lived gift, which is to cause some melancholy." She explained, signalling the man for his explanation.
Post by HissOfDyingFalcon on Jul 30, 2018 18:45:36 GMT
William could tell she was lying. The slight hint of guilt and tension in her voice, the way she bit her tongue. The look in her eyes. Not to mention William was in a fowl mood today. He probably should've shot her. Despite this, killing her would mean bribing a lot of people to keep quiet. Bribes might not even work considering that Elizabeth's family was probably about as rich as William was. And William was tired. Although this girl was young and wouldn't be able to keep William's secret.
"Fine. I won't kill you you dirty little liar, but I will lock you up. Can't have you going parading around town parading and shouting 'William Shiner is the infamous head of the Mafia! Come to his house and shoot him!' Oh and don't think about running away or arguing. Backup's coming soon and you won't like what happens to you if you struggle."
William took out his Flare-Gun and shot a flare into the sky. About sixteen minutes of awkward whistling later, a crew of elite criminals came sprinting from the upper housing district. As soon as they were in sight range, William nodded to Elizabeth. "Lock er' up. Upper cellars, if you can. She might be to delicate fragile and rich for the lower cellars."
A signature? Haha... wait... you aren't joking. SIGNATURES ARE FOR THE WEAKKKKKKKK
Eliza looked at William, a look of playfulness. Her smile was flirty, understanding that she could maybe guide this man to let her go. Perhaps her looks would get her out of it.
She moved closer to William, still holding her lantern behind her and beginning to get a little bit personal towards the man. "Mr. Shiner, you know that there is something different about you, eh?" she said, a flirty tone to her voice. "You're a smart man, one who would be a pleasure to be invited to the Lee family." She invited, masking her purposes well as she had been told to be well-known for acting quite well when it came to desperate situations. She headed in, almost kissing to stranger but not, just teasing him with her attractive looks. She went in to hold the mans hand, grasping it warmly. This wasn't truly how she was when she loved someone, not flirtatious like so, but Mr. Shiner didn't know that.
Post by HissOfDyingFalcon on Jul 31, 2018 1:34:13 GMT
William was unfazed by the younger ladies' feeble flirtatious attempts. This trick had been used on him before, not to mention that this wasn't the situation where someone would do this normally. "Lady, I don't care how rich you are but I have fifteen years of life on you and let me say that this trick has been used on me countless times before. Oh hey I have an idea, if you don't go now you can flirt with my gun." William took out his flintlock again and made it touch Elizabeth's forehead. "Get a move on."
OOC: Seriously, I think if Elizabeth doesn't move William is going to shoot her in the arm to 'motivate' her.
Eliza snuck one small kiss on the male, her expression looking like she had almost never heard Williams words. "As strong as you are, William, I know that you will not decline." She smiled, moving towards his groups arms as she was located towards their cellar. "Tell me when you're interested." Eliza said, looking back towards Mr. Shiner, her cheeks red.
She was dumped into the top cellars. Not having someone to sit with, which was lucky. She had never been in prison before but knew that her parents would be out here soon, looking for her and finding William. She kept her lantern with her, lighting the prison cell. She opened the door as to warm her now cold hands. They had been very dry, red on her knuckles and nose red. She shivered slightly, thinking of the sudden warmth on her hands. She began to start taking white gloves out of her pocket and sliding them onto her hands. She heard footsteps, automatically blowing out the lantern and pushing it over to side of the cellar.
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