forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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He coughed out mucus onto the ground beside him, "I paid a week's wage for this coat, im not getting it torn," he wheezed. Edonine looked sideways at Pierre.

Pierre eased him into his side, carefully undoing the buttons. “It was torn when the bullet went through, Geoff.”

He let his eyes roll back, "Ohhh, hhh.."

Edonine inhaled quietly, "Is there any alcohol in here?"

Pierre leaned over to a disorganized pile of belongings, coming up triumphantly with a bottle of whiskey and a knife. The used the knife to cut a piece away from his trousers. “Geoff? Bite down on this.”

"I think– pour some of the alcohol on the wound. When you get the clothes away. It'll sterilize it," Edonine spoke. Living alone, she had to know how to deal with wounds.

After he’d dealt with the coat, Pierre followed Edonine’s instructions.

She chewed on her lower lip, and flinched– Geoffrey cried out through the fabric between his teeth when the liquid hit his wound. He was underexaggerating the degree of damage to his side.

“Jesus…” Pierre muttered, trying to get a hold of his panic. “Okay, just stay calm. You’re going to be all right, Geoff.”

His eyes fluttered weakly. "M'wife's gonna kill me fer.. Ripping my coat," he rambled deliriously.

"I– I can't stitch him up. I don't have a needle and thread," Edonine breathed. "We need to get the bullet out first, can you guess how far it is?" She prompted Pierre anxiously.

Pierre peered at it, biting the inside of his cheek. “I can see the end of it, so not too deep. It’s not fatal.”

"Good. You need to take it out," she spoke gravely, a slight wince to her features.

“With what?” He looked around, struggling to keep his grip on his emotions.

"I–A knife, or your fingers, for Lord's sake!" She retorted nervously. She bent down onto her knees to pat Geoffrey's face, keep him awake.

My Sunshine.
In the weeks that have passed since this response, I have with elated feeling to report a successful attack on the Virginia Regiment of Mr. Daniels, have you know, the weary fat man had weak strategy. We've reaped large reward–spare for a few escapees–and we now have many subjects to farm of military intelligence of rebel movement. I have not seen my soldiers so empowered by the sneaky victory. It is elightening.
I plea, my love, the sentries Mr. James posted at our doorstep address you well. Being so far it is a common concern, a nightmarish thing, to wonder if your affection for me is harmed by distance.
My Love I will See you again.
John André

My devoted sir,

Truly I tell you, Mr. James and the men have been nothing but kind to me, and if there is one thing I know, it is that my love for you shall never fade or be hampered by time. Just this morning I went to visit James and see his art. He is a truly gifted man – have you seen his works?

It does me good to know that your spirits are lifted in such a way you can carry on with your work. Keep your esteem high, it will benefit you if you do so.

I remind myself of you every day, John. I count the days until I can see you again.

All my love and deepest regards,

Jane

To my Mrs. André to-be,
I'm a stranger to Mr. James's work. As the christmas holiday draws near I expect to request some weeks off with you, to rekindle our hearth of heart, and finally seal our partnership in marriage. Your father invites his home for the ceremony, and my father is pledging generous donation of funds to ensure us a steady life and to, with luck, foster a family.
Our partnership is the rare jewel, the jealousy of poets my Dear. As I miss my instruments, I miss your voice even more so as it's music I cannot write down quite precisely. I bear gifts for you as well, from my dear friend Mrs. Gaudess, wife of one of my fellow Lieitenants. Older woman, she is. And quite the charmer.
The winters are cold, but my mind's eye fosters warmth from your thought.
Your fiancée, and soon to be husband,
André

We can skip to joh's perspective (hes in camp– theyd have Cruz as prisoner), and then after that (when edonines and pierres perspective catches up) we can skip to their christmas wedding ❤ )

"I–A knife, or your fingers, for Lord's sake!" She retorted nervously. She bent down onto her knees to pat Geoffrey's face, keep him awake.

Pierre carefully held open the wound, trying to ease the bullet out with the knife he’d picked up. He couldn’t use his fingers for fear of infecting it, though the knife wasn’t much better. “Got it.”

She pet back Geoffrey's hair as he cried out again, and eventually passed out. "Well– damnit, ahhh–" she wiped her forehead, "I need to sew it shut,"

We can skip to joh's perspective (hes in camp– theyd have Cruz as prisoner), and then after that (when edonines and pierres perspective catches up) we can skip to their christmas wedding ❤ )

(Okie! So I should be Peter, then?)

Yes ma'am )

Okedoke! Lol. )

"Peter," John pushed open his tent flap. "We've got the prisoners tied, you're coming with me for interrogation,"

Peter stood up quickly. "Of course, John," he said.

He set his tricorn hat on his head, fixing his suit tighter over his shoulders to keep himself warm against the falling flakes. "We get the Spaniard," he spoke, "Apparently the men tell me he refuses to shut up." He smiled a little.

She pet back Geoffrey's hair as he cried out again, and eventually passed out. "Well– damnit, ahhh–" she wiped her forehead, "I need to sew it shut,"

“Should I go out and try to find the medical tent?” It was a risky gamble, one they might not be able to afford.

She pet back Geoffrey's hair as he cried out again, and eventually passed out. "Well– damnit, ahhh–" she wiped her forehead, "I need to sew it shut,"

“Should I go out and try to find the medical tent?” It was a risky gamble, one they might not be able to afford.

She looked down, "We need to escape before the Brits find us, Pierre, or we'll all die in this tent,"

He set his tricorn hat on his head, fixing his suit tighter over his shoulders to keep himself warm against the falling flakes. "We get the Spaniard," he spoke, "Apparently the men tell me he refuses to shut up." He smiled a little.

"Interesting," Peter said, arching an eyebrow and adjusting his coat. "Shall we be off?"

"We are off," he cleared his throat, and began the trek towards the tents– situated near the center of camp to make possible escape nearly impossible without being shot.

Peter nodded, a slight smile on his lips, and followed.