forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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As they neared the area where prisoners were kept with their hands tied to poles, exposed to the elements, the Spaniard's singing of Yankee Doodle rang in the chilly air. André's lip twitched, "Must think he's clever, mm?"

"We'll see," Peter sniffed, pulling his coat tighter around his chest.

André stopped in front of the Spaniard, crlssed his arms.

Cruz peered up at the Major. His eyesight was splitting from being smacked upside the head with a gun handle–and the pain in his shot leg– made him dizzy even though he was restrained to the ground. "Ayee.. André…" He laughed drearily. "Care to join me for some arse cooling? I hear you Brits can be a little.. Hotheaded," he laughed.

Peter tensed, looking at John's reaction to plan his behavior accordingly.

The only response André made clear was a tension of his jaws. "We lose no resource by keeping you out in the cold, Mr. Granadíer."

"Aye, you know my name?" Cruz smiled. "Am I really that much of a pest t'yuh?"

"You've brought us much unappreciated complication, Mr. Granadíer. You have much to answer for." André spoke flatly.

Pierre gritted his teeth, doing his best to block out the sounds from outside. “There’s nothing we can sew him up with in here. It’s either I go to the medical tent, or we all try to get out together.”

"We should get out," Edonine croaked dryly.

Pierre steeled himself. You’re a soldier. Stop showing weakness.
“And go where? He can barely walk.*

"Anywhere but here, Pierre! Once that gunfire stops it will doubtlessly be the British who come into this tent to finish off the rest of us," she croaked.

And carrying an unconscious Geoffrey through literal hell cpuld result on the same thing. But he nodded, swallowing. “Do you have a weapon? Stay behind me.”

Peter looked at André levelly.

And carrying an unconscious Geoffrey through literal hell cpuld result on the same thing. But he nodded, swallowing. “Do you have a weapon? Stay behind me.”

She nodded curtly, eyes flickering sideways to the unconscious man.

Peter looked at André levelly.

"Tell me, Mr. Granadíer, what has become of your regiment I wonder?" John spoke with a controlled, menacing tone.

Cruz rolled his eyes back into his head, choked a little, and spat a massive wad of phlegm onto John's shoe.

😂 cruz .. )

(Cruz lmao. The real hero)

Carefully, he picked his friend up bridal style, standing with only a bit of difficulty. “I can’t shoot like this, I need you to cover us. Can you do that?”

"I– I think so," Edonine's voice trembled, but her eyes were glassy with a panic-induced focus.

“I’m sorry to ask this of you,” he whispered. “You can do this. I believe in you.”

Peter looked at André levelly.

"Tell me, Mr. Granadíer, what has become of your regiment I wonder?" John spoke with a controlled, menacing tone.

Cruz rolled his eyes back into his head, choked a little, and spat a massive wad of phlegm onto John's shoe.

😂 cruz .. )

Peter stepped forward quickly and pressed his forearm against Cruz's throat.

“I’m sorry to ask this of you,” he whispered. “You can do this. I believe in you.”

She nodded, looking at the ground. Sucked in a few breaths to calm down.

Peter looked at André levelly.

"Tell me, Mr. Granadíer, what has become of your regiment I wonder?" John spoke with a controlled, menacing tone.

Cruz rolled his eyes back into his head, choked a little, and spat a massive wad of phlegm onto John's shoe.

😂 cruz .. )

Peter stepped forward quickly and pressed his forearm against Cruz's throat.

Cruz's nose wrinkled and he bared his teeth, "Do it. You can't kill me til you have what you need and you ain't gettin' it."

"Peter," John spoke, "Feel free to do what you please to make him speak."

Peter stepped forward quickly and pressed his forearm against Cruz's throat.

Cruz's nose wrinkled and he bared his teeth, "Do it. You can't kill me til you have what you need and you ain't gettin' it."

"Peter," John spoke, "Feel free to do what you please to make him speak."

"Of course, John," Peter replied tightly, pressing Cruz harder against the pole with his arm.
(I have… no clue what to do now… I'm so sorry, I suck!)

Its cool! XD if anything, Peter can just leave Cruz in the cold.)

John tilted his head, "I wonder if Mr. Granadíer has a wife yet. The Lord doesn't like to kill young virgins."

Cruz shot André a cold glare amidst his sparse choking.

Peter took a step back. "Let's leave him here. He's bound to freeze anyway."

"Fair enough," John breathed. "Tick tock, Granadíer." He spoke coldly.

Cruz rolled his eyes.

Peter spat at his feet harshly and walked away.

"Running off like King James!" Cruz sneered.

John sighed, commenting to his friend, "We're holding one of their frenchman here, yes?"

"God save the King!" Peter shot back, unable to control himself. He turned back to John. "Sorry… Yes, I believe so. Why?"

"Maybe we can get something out of him." He replied with a thoughtful sigh, "Lord knows the French can't keep their mouth shut," he joked, finally breaking a smile as they walked away from the Spaniard.

Peter grinned back. "Maybe. Say, aren't you going home soon? Off to be married?"

His smile sweetened, he glanced off to the distance. "Round Christmastime," he replied with a nod.

“I’m sorry to ask this of you,” he whispered. “You can do this. I believe in you.”

She nodded, looking at the ground. Sucked in a few breaths to calm down.

He nodded, and slipped back out, around the tent, farther from the fighting.