My rps are inactive and I need to do something. Plot can be decided if someone joins.
One on One (Closed)
Haiiiiiiii
Oh dang
Yeeeeeeeeeeet someone
Plot?
Oof
Ummm . . . Do you have any preferences? Like genre wise. Cuz we should pick a genre first . . .
Right right
Well a romantic element at least? Maybe historical?
Idrm
Like, hierarchy type stuff???? For the historical part. Idk.
Yeah that'd work!
We don't have to do romance if you don't want either
cough cough I need Romance to survive . . .
Amazing then XP
So romantic hierarchy historical rp. Characters ig?
Which part of the hierarchy are we going to use though?
I'd say noble - commoner
Oof, I was cuttting vegetables, sorry. That’s cool. Who do you want up be?? Cuz idc who I am.
Me neither 😂
I can be the commoner?
Sure. Why not? Ummm . . . Template or nah?
I don't see the need for one on ones. I can pull one up if you want though
No, it’s fine. I was just wondering.
K. Should I start or do you want to?
It’d be absolutely splendid if you could start.
Lmao sure
Katherine pulled her thick, dark, curly hair up into a bun before getting to work. She brushed off her skirts and set off towards the field, pulling the plow behind her. Only 6 more miles to go, she told herself.
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Darien finished tying the ribbon in his hair, turning to his mother.
“You really should cut your hair dear,” She said.
“Why should I do that?” He asked.
“It’s not . . . Attractive, or . . . Helpful, Does it not get in your way?”
He shook his head. “I’ll be going now. To enjoy the time I have,” He stood up.
“Stay here. Have tea with your mother. Walk in the garden,” Caroline offered.
“I will not stay. It is better for my image. Not . . . Bathing in our riches,”
(Don't worry, it wasn't for me either :)
Katherine could already feel her arms tiring. She wiped the sweat off of her prematurely lined forehead and kept walking. She was halfway through the job when a loose stone flew out from beneath the plow and tripped her. She landed on her back, ankle stuck in the mud. She heard a muffled crack and a sharp pain shot up her leg. She gasped, sitting up slowly, mud covering her back. She attempted to stand up and put weight on her ankle– it wasn't possible. But she couldn't stop or she'd lose the job.
She hunted for a stick and used it as a crutch, left with only one hand to push the plow along.
He heard Caroline sigh as he left.
“Why?” He muttered. Why did he have to be born into a family of aristocrats? It was stupid. Afternoon tea, fencing. Who even cares about that stuff? You should live life properly, not spend gold on useless stuff.
He took a slip of parchment out of his pocket. “Where to today . . . ?”
There was a line crossed through the first 6 places listed.
She fought along, ignoring the impossible ache in her arms, ignoring her limp, stomach rumbling. She was three quarters of the way there.
"Katherine!" She twisted around to see her employer beckoning. She hobbled to him, avoiding his gaze.
"Sir?"
"When you are finished with the fields, the stables need tending." He looked down and noticed her 'crutch'. He reached into his front pocket and pressed a copper coin in her calloused hand. "For your troubles."
Katherine bowed deeply. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
He dismissed her and she returned to the job.
(goodnight!)