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The Queen + Max
He's Perfect!! I love colton haynes XD
((Lol ^^ I'll post my character now, as soon as she's done ))
( Name ) Avalon "Birdie" Bridget Winchester
And she kept picking all the petals off of all the flowers,
But in her heart,
she knew they loved her
not
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17 year old Avalon is a decent young women, with a bad case of not following the rules. She is intelligent and gentle, but doesn't agree with many of things her parents and the rest of the people in her town believe in. She is considered a treasure by her parents, whose love for her is only skin deep. She has been raised by people who dress in prada and gucci, and look down upon those below their social status. Birdie doesn't seem to quite think things through all the way, and has a rather impulsive streak in her. Birdie doesn't take bull shit from anyone, and despite what other people think, tends to do things her way or she won't do it at all.
Avalons parents are the richest family in the town. They are seen as rolemodels to the others, and are often the ones people strive to be like. Her father is stern, overly strict, and has a bad temper. He might act mature and responsible, but deep down her father has a bad habbit of ruining everything he touches.
Avalons mother is the face of power- beauty worn down by the world, she isn't the type of woman to get her hands dirty. No, she'd rather have someone do her dirty work for her. Don't be fooled by that charming smile, this bitch is crazy. Don't think for a minute that she won't hesitate to destroy your life if she doesn't approve of you.
And then of course, there's Avalon. Sweet, Sweet Avalon. All smiles and nods in public, cocky and rebellious at home. She is the only one in the family who doesn't know what to believe about the slavery of the prisoners of war- are they good or are they bad? She can't decide. But she might just be the only one who doesn't get repulsed at the though of entering the unknown.
ψＭＡＸψ wrote: "((I have a good idea. If you've seen the 100, this might make more sense. But there's this girl called Octavia and she gets taken by this guy who's like a mucho sort of guy, and he doesn't talk to ..."((I LOVE THE 100!!! Lincoln is BAE!! I love that idea, thats perfect.))
((Can you post first? We could start from his 3rd day, but they haven't met yet since he hasn't really been working in the house, her parents are out and we could take it from there? I was going to have her just watch him, kind scared and stuff, and then they could start talking))
((That was perfect! I'll reply now))
Every day was the same. Nothing Avalon did was good enough for her parents, for the people who's love for her was faker than a tan in the middle of winter. Don't ask questions Avalon, questions make you seem dumb. But Avalon was so fascinated with the world outside of her own little town, and all she had ever wanted to do was question the way things worked. But no one ever answered her questions, they simply frowned upon her, shaming her into silence. In her family, questioning life was frowned upon- why waste your time looking unintelligent when you could easily look sure of everything.
"Marie" she called out to the older female slave that had been standing behind Avalon anxiously, too afraid to raise her voice and interupt whatever the young women had been thinking about. "Sorry m'am, but your parents called to let you know they would be back late" her timid voice caused Avalon to turn away from her bedroom window and smile politely at the women. "You can go home early, I won't tell them" Avalon spoke quickly, her words sputtering out of her mouth before she could even consider the consequences, but Marie was gone before she could change her mind, and Birdie drifted back to her thoughts.
Birds- now those were some amazing creatures. She had always wanted a pet bird. They were always so...free, which Avalon rarely felt. Sure, she had money and personal servants to do her every wish, but life was so empty. No one in her life cared for her, not even her parents. When she was 14, she had asked her mother if she loved her. "Love is a strong word Birdie, you shouldn't use it so loosely" and that answered her doubts. When she asked her father the same question, he simply laughed and turned her away, quite literally slamming the door in her face.
And now, without quite realizing it, Avalon had found herself downstairs, staring out of the window pane where her eyes landed on the back of a head. It was a male, by the appearance of his hair and shoulders, which was strange- they didn't even have any male slaves with brown hair- and thats when it hit her- he was the barbarian her father wouldn't stop talking about. "A new batch of prisoners arrived, I picked a strong one. He's a real barbarian Birdie, so you keep away from him" her parents both told her what went on during the war. The way they spoke about it made the slaves seem...inhumane. They were the monsters hiding in your closet, the nightmare under your bed. And here was a monster, right in front of her very own eyes.
And she was terrified, really, properly terrified.
((...I knew that XD I'll edit it now ))
((It's soooo good. So are you going to post again tonight or no, not trying to nag, but I'm wondering if I should go on my laptop or stay on my phone))
((Alright ^^ I'll get on my computer once you reply, that way it can keep charging ))
Avalon had been anticipating the moment he would turn around- she had already imagined what this monster would look like. She imagined he'd be older, with ugly red eyes, jagged teeth that were sharp like knives, and grimy skin. What Avalon saw was monstrous- it was almost...angelic. The fear washed away from her expression almost instantly, as she simply looked at the work of art that was his face. Surprise and embaressment appeared on her face, but as soon as she pushed the front door open, she became that terrified child once again. "I-I've..." she cleared her throat, fumbling with her hands before starting again. "I haven't see you here before, are you the new...slave?" her voice was gentle, almost timid. For a moment, she sounded just like Marie had.
"Um, could you please help me with something?" she was nervously eyeing him, but already there were so many questions forming in her head. She knew her question must've caught him off guard- no one ever asked a slave to do anything, they commanded them to. But here she was, being the sweet polite young lady she was raised to be. "You see, there's a birds nest in that tree over there, and I noticed one of the baby birds couldn't fly...and it's just stuck in that nest, starving to death. I was wondering if you could help me reach it, I just need you to lift me up a couple inches" she asked, adverting her gaze to the tree directly in front of her house. The birds sad chirps and cries could be heard from here.
"You don't have to" she said quickly, not wanting to make a hassle even though that was a lie. He did have to, unless get wanted to get lashed...and her heart nearly stopped at the thought. "I can try to climb the tree, or maybe if I wore mother's stilettos I could reach it..." a thoughtfull look crossed her face before she shook her head, realizing that was a bad idea. There she went again, always talking so proper, as if she was surrounded by the royal family. Of course, she always tried to be proper and polite, but sometimes she just needed to...blow off steam and act like a child.
In a couple months from now, she was expected to marry off into another wealthy family, probably from the next town over. She only had so much time left before her parents decided she needed to move out and start her own life- whether she wanted to or not. So, she had always dreamed about running away, but more often than not, with every day that passed by, she became more and more fascinated by the story of Romeo and Juliet.
((I changed her fc to Elle Fanning, I felt like it suited her personality better))
((Yea, but it's almost exactley like the 20th century except they have advanced technology. They basically talk the same (mostly), dress the same, punish the same, and think the same way as the later 19th century and early 20th century))
((LOL, no. It can be, if that makes it easier. Oh, and the presidency/democracy has fallen, it's more like militias have taken over. If it would be easier to do medieval, that works to ^^))
((Haha, okay. Lemme edit that post now))
((Thats alright! Bummer, but alright.
((You lucky duck XD Hah, don't worry about it, it's fine!
No problemo! And by the way, I'm changing my username to potatoe, just to see how it feels Gay Colton Haynes would be so hot, even though I'm a girl....but I would totally get a wee-wee just so I could be with him.
And on that note, I'm gonna leave before my sleep drunken mind decides to completely shut down and I completely embares myself ^^ Night
Birdie followed him quitely, not seeming to worry about him being so close to her that he could harm her. She was so concerned about that baby bird- everything in her life right now was about that defenseless creature. When she was lifted close enough to the nest, her hands gently scoped the young animal up in her palms, pulling to her chest protectively, it's cries of alarm ringing through her ears. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Birdie smiled in appreciation at the man, but was hesitant. She was already exhausted and overheated- it had to be at least 100 degrees outside. She couldn't imagine what it was like for the slaves working outside, and she realized she had forgotten to hand out lemonade to them, and guilt crashed into her in waves. But her attention quickly snapped back to the baby bird as liquid started spreading into her palms- blood. A small gasp escaped her mouth and she felt like bursting into tears.
The poor birds wing was broken, and a deep neck wound was dotted with maggots. "Poor thing" she whispered and looked up at the man. "Hold him for a second. Be gentle" she held the bird in one pelm, reaching out to take his hands and cup them with her free hand before she slid the baby bird into his hands. She had a wary look on her face, but quickly darted into the house, the sound of drawers opening and closing, her gentle shouts at her mothers foreign slave to stop fretting about her bloody hands, before she emerged outside again. She has a bottle of alcohol, pads of cotton and a small bandage that she hoped would help stop the birds bleeding.
"Hold him still but don't hurt her him" she said quickly to the guy, making quick work to clean the poor things wound until it looked clean. Taking a closer look now that it was clean, the wound wasn't so bad, in fact, it was barely a millimeter deep. She smiled as the bird chirped, the pain from his wound probably not nearly bad as before. "Thank you, sir. I'm Avalon, my parents own...this estate." she scooped up the baby bird and dissapeared once more inside the house, and when she emerged the bird was gone, replaced with a pitcher and about 12 glasses stacked delicately on a tray in her hands. Her once virgin-white lace dress was now smeared with red from where she had wiped her hands off on it.
"I never um, caught your name- assuming you speak English. Obviously you understand English but, speaking it could be....hard I suppose." she placed the tray down on the ground, rambling on and on about how some slaves spoke English, while others only understood it. She was nervous, and talking a lot helped her calm down but today it wasn't working. "Lemonade?" she asked nervously, holding out the pristine glass filled with the icy cold refreshment that was homemade by her mother. It was unusually hot out today, and the idea of going to town seemed so....awful. But her mother would want her to have picked up that new horse her father had wanted. There old horse had died over the winter from the cold, and up until now, they hadn't needed a horse. And then of course, there was the fact that Avalon needed to get fresh beaf from the butcher, and her mother needed vegetable seeds for the garden. Would it be wrong to make him go get the stuff for her? Yes, Avalon. He is a person, just like you. So she decided she would go when the sun had sunken behind the trees and it cooled off.
And that's when she realized she had just been standing there, with her arm out stretched looking like an idiot with a thoughtful look on her face and a guilty look in her eyes.
((Sorry that took so long, I was feeling inspired!! XD Isn't she so sweet? Maybe they could walk to town together and something happens where she accidentally cuts herself on something, so it can be like Lincoln and Octavia? ^^ If not, thats fine))
(view spoiler)((Noooo, don't leave! Ditch your social life to rp with me instead XD Kidding
((No problem!! I'm watching private Romeo, the male romance version of romeo and Juliet XD and then I'm watching Leonardo dicapprio'is Romeo and Juliet, and finally I'm watching the 2013 version of Romeo and JulietI might have a small obsession with that story))
((No, it's fine, this post is short but I'll make the next one longer.))
"Okay, so you don't speak English." she said simply, lowering the full glass to her side before handing the tray, pitcher and glasses to one of the other slaves. "Could you please take this around for everyone? Once your done, you and everyone but 1 may go home early. " she smiled gently and the man- no more a man than she- nodded quickly, as though he was happy he had asked her to do such a task. The man's name was Ander's, and he was only 15 years of age. Avalon forgot that most of the time, because his body had built up over years of hard labor, and his face was worn down with shame.
"I guess I'll call you 'sir' until you've been talk to speak English. I would teach you myself, but mother wouldn't approve of that. I'll hire someone from the town to help you, unless mother volunteers to teach you" she was pacing back and forth with a slight skip in her step and it never seemed to occur to her that this man might not want the help. She sighed indefeat, as he just stood there watching her emotionlessly and silently, and she nodded after a moment. "I'm afraid your going to have to say here until my parents get home, but your welcome to come inside- it's way to hot out here for a human being" she shook her head in dissaproval, walking herself inside the house, the door cracked open.
In Avalon's eyes, she had just let a vampire into her house. Here this man- this prisoner of war- was, in the safety of the confined walls around them. And yet, despite her more-than-obvious fear, she was already thinking of so many questions she wanted to ask him- if only he could speak to her. The thought never occured to her that maybe he just didn't want to speak to her, she didn't think that maybe he actually did speak English, but just didn't trust her enough to talk.
Avalon turned on her heel, running into a slave and gasping as a cold liquid seeped down the front of her dress. "You idiot!" she snapped, two hands flurrying quickly to her dress with a rag, trying to soak up the liquid. "Keep your grubby hands off me!" she shoved the woman away in disgust, not so much because of what she had actually done but because of the way she was looking at her- like she was some bitch who couldn't do anything on her own. And she had been looking almost triumphant when whatever glass she had been holding was spilled on her. Who the hell did this lady think she was?
And no matter how hard Avalon tried, the fact that she had been raised by her parents and was taught to treat the slaves like this would always be a part of her. No matter what she did, no matter who she talked to, there would always be the resemblance between her and her parents- not in appearance, but in the way she treated others. Despite always denying to being the monster everyone assumed she was, deep down, no better than her parents.
((He could talk? Or not. Maybe he could react to seeing her boss around another slave?))
((I don't know, make him do whatever. Your post didn't give me much to work with, which is why I had a difficult time doing mine and having interesting stuff happen. But it's up to you on what you think he should do.and lol okay, different time zones in assuming since its 10:30 where I am in Australia XD))
((I edited the post, made her be a bit rude to one of the slaves))
((Still waiting for your post ^^ just kidding.. XD oh my god, isn't it Soo good? He's so yummy))
((Alrighty ^^ I went to America!! It's like, 5:14 at night, and I'm dying of exhaustion. And Ricky Whittle is british XD Even more delicious ))
((It's so weird! They drive on the left side! that's just weird man. Other than that it was soo cool! I got to go to that green lady place, and I went to Florida, then we took the plane to Washington DC, where I am now))
((It was so hot there, the surf isn't great though and but I went to a really kick ass skate park XD (view spoiler)
I've been skateboarding since I was 10, and surfing since I was like, 5. XD Whaaaat? who's this 'ricky whittle' you speak of? I've never heard of him before....XD
((Ahaha, don't worry, you'r not unhealthy. I still can't believe I made Avalon be such a bitch to that poor woman Xd))
((I was gonna make the two have some strange backstory, like they were best friends, had a falling out and while Avalon became rich she became a slave and has been messing with Avalon ever since because she's jealous? AND YASSS!!! He's literally just like Lincoln, I can't wait for them to talk.And pleasee, I'm failing school cause I spend more time on my laptop doing this then doing my homework))
((I would love to, but I might not be good, I've never done MxM before ^^". We could do doubles? Like, Octavia and Lincoln, and Monty and Jasper? ))
((Lol, okay. Can we do that rp once we've gotten farther into this one? I don't do well with having more than 1 rp going on at one time with the same person. It's hard for me to keep up with both rp's, and I'll get confused XD))
((It's fine! Just checking, is he outside or inside, I'm confused ^^""))
((Alright))
Thats when her face clicked- this was Amelia. the girl she had grown up with, the woman with whom she had used to think of as a role model. And now she was her own personal slave. That must've been a big blow to her ego. "Amelia?" she shook her head gently. "It's not my fault your parents lost everything in that fire. So stop acting like it was" she said calmly, but was glaring at the red head with bitterness.
As soon as Amelia was out of her sight she breathed out and glanced down at her dress before ducking up the stairs and slamming her door shut behind her. "Clumsy oaf" she muttered to herself, ripping the dress over her head. Alas, the corset wrapped around her waist was damp as well, but there was no way she could un lace the thing herself. "Shit" she snapped, her voice ringing through the house and into the outside world. Young women like her, they weren't supposed to speak like that. Oops.
Avalon shook her head, wriggling around in the corset as if it was some cage she couldn't escape. Not only were her intestines being constricted, but now they were being soaked by a mystery drink and there was nothing Avalon could do. She quickly scurried over to the large wardrobe and tugged out a clean dress, something less formal than the one she had been wearing before. Perhaps the setting sun would help air dry the corset? So why not head out t town now? A little sweat wouldn't kill her.
As soon as she was properly dressed, she was making her way downstairs, grabbing the basket and list of items needed that her mother had set out for her by the kitchen. The basket handle rested on her left arm, the list placed delicately at the bottom, and Avalon went outside, ignoring the look the man was giving her. "I'm going to town, my mother needs some stuff for dinner. Just let her know I'll be back later. I know I shouldn't be asking you to lie to her but, can you tell her one of the help came with me? She doesn't like it when I go alone" god would her mother be mad if she found out she had gone alone. In her mothers mind, Avalon was some delicate rare breed of bird that was untouched by the world, and everyone wanted to hang her head as a trophy over their door.
((I'm considering editing this :d I don't think I'm going to))
((It's alright! I'll be on for around 4 more hours, possibly more ^^))
Alrighty ^^
(( I was waiting for your post, but it's 11:55 at night so I'm getting off. Just a friendly lil reminder to post when you can ^^))
((Alright! I'll be awaiting your post!))
((YES.
((Oh lord, does it have to do with our rp???))
((Oh. :C I didn't know you didn't like it. Do you want to stop the rp?. :| ))
Heres the plot again:
Girl A has always lived in her small village. Once a year or so, prisoners of war are sent to Girl A's sea side village, where they are turned into slaves- no matter what they're race is. Girl A's parents are Given Guy A- a young attractive and muscular prisoner of war who now works as their personal servant. But Girl A secretly starts befriending Guy A, who ends up spending more and more time with Girl A. He realizes she isn't like the others- she's sweet, passionate, lustful. They fall in love and one day, Girl A gets pregnant with Guy A's baby. If anyone were to find out they had sex, let alone were in love, both would be severly punished....will someone find out their secret? What will be the fate of their unborn child?
Requirements:
~ At least 3 paragraphs each psot of at least 12 sentences or more for each paragraph. This needs to be detailed
~ Mature senes will happen! there will be: intense sexual scenes like sex and foreplay, blood and gore, profanity, and lots of fun!
~ I'm the girl, sorry. ^^ But I would love to do another rp with you after where I'm the guy.
~ At least be able to post 1 every other day, but more is better.
So, characters. You can be as detailed as you want, and I'll make Girl A now, she should be up under the hour