I dont want our rp to end... (1/1)

(Nice!)

(Oh, I've also got a setting and a basic plot line, if you wanna hear it)

(Tell me)

(Look up Mont Saint-Michel)
(Trust me on this)

(Harry Potter Castle?)

(Sorta, but the main idea is that it's an island, right?)
(So our characters just randomly find themselves in a place like that, only this time, it's a literal island out in the middle of the ocean, not a tidal island)

(NICE!! Plane Crash?)

(Nah, I was thinking just randomly waking up there one morning)
(And Abie the shep may or may not make a cameo)

(Nice!)
(You wanna do the opener?)

(Sure!)
Wind. The wind was what woke her up, or maybe it was the cold. The blue eyes opened and she sat up.
Warm bed, but not hers. Nice room, but not hers. Nice view, but not hers.
Maybe it was a dream?
The sheets rustled as she laid back down and closed her eyes.

His eyes opened and he was laying next to this beautiful woman on the island.
"Who are you?" he asked her, in an Irish accent.

She sat up, hair swinging around her shoulders. She hadn't noticed him. Oh, crap.
"Tu chi sei?" Who are you?

"My name's Sam O'Brian. And you are?"

She narrowed her eyes and slipped out of the bed. She was wearing a pink nightgown.
"Sefarina," she said.

"Nice to meet you. Where are we?" He asked

"My guess is as good as yours." She had an Italian accent.

"You have a lovely accent." He had an Irish Accent

She raised her eyebrows.

"What? You do have a nice accent."

"That's what people say alla de time. What can I say? I'm Italian."
(I low-key want to turn this into a group RP~)

(Same doe…)

(Shall I start another thread on the Limited?)

(Sure)

(Aight)

(Okay)

(Ta-da!)

(YAY!!))