forum OH MY GOSH IS THAT A ROLEPLAY I THINK I JUST SAW A ROLEPLAY!!!! (Private RP with @ScarletAndHerSides) [CLOSED]

Started April 17, 2018 by Deleted user

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Tyson snickered, which in turn got him kneed by Levi.
Jules shook his head. "We're here. So shut up and behave." He pushed the door open. The room was colossal. A window carved into the stone looked out over the city.

“If I don’t behave, does it mean I’ll die, or you’ll die?” Lucille whispered.

"Both." Came a voice from ahead. A female Fae with the same pink hair as everyone else, was perched on the window sill. "Come on in!"

“I mean, do I really have a choice?” Lucille muttered under her breath.

She laughed. "No. No you don't!" She hopped off the sill and fluttered over to them. "I'm Margaret! The head of this gang."

(Oh sorry, I’m just not that interested in that type or rps. :< ;-; I’m sorrrryyyy.)
“Nice you meet you Margaret, I like your hair.”

(No dude it's fine)
"Oh thank you!" She smiled. She then turned to Tyson. "Who is this sickly fawn?"

Lucille suppressed the urge to kick the lady.

Tyson jutted his chin out defiantly, which probably didn't help his case. "What's it to ya?"

Well guess who’s in love wiTH AN IDIOT. Lucille thought before actually trying to find a way out.

(Same though Luce.)

(lol You're in love with an idiot?)
Margaret rolled her eyes. She then grabbed his head and slammed it into her knee.

(… perhaps.)
Don’t yell, don’t y- “What was that for?!” Lucille asked angrily.

(lol)
Tyson fell to his knees, eyes watering and blood running down from his broken nose.
Margaret shrugged. "He made me angry. And he was being disrespectful."

“H- wait should I call you miss or Margaret.”

She scoffed. "Just call me boss."

“Sure. Anyways, ‘boss’, how was he being disrespectful?” Lucille asked, keep bitterness out of your voice.

Margaret cocked her head. "Well, 'what's it to ya?' Is a disrespectful sentence."
Tyson was still on the floor, trying to keep himself from crying.

(NooOOO TYSONNN. ;A;)
“His legs were already hurt.”

She gestured. "And how was I supposed to know that? Do I have telepathy?" She looked over Lucille's shoulder. "Do I have telepathy Jules?" He shook his head. "I don't have telepathy."

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it in that way.” Lucille said, keeping as much sarcasm out of her voice as possible. “He’s going to die of an infection sooner or later.”

Margaret shrugged. "What does that mean to me? All I know is that he's an intruder."

“Right, about that…”

Tyson stood shakily, trying not to show the pain for Lucille's sake. "We're not intruders." His voice started cracking so he paused. "We got lost."

(Aww look at little Tyson trying to be strong. I admire his strength.)
Lucille looked at Tyson painfully, then she looked back at Margaret. “We have a long story, do we have the permission to say?”

Margaret looked back and forth between them. "Sure! Why not!"

“Thank you.” Lucille nodded, “I guess I’ll start. Also, can you loosen your grip just a little?” Lucille whined to Jules.

Jules rolled his eyes. "Fine."

“Thanksss.” Lucille grinned, then she cleared her throat.
(Wait I can’t make it sound good.)

(lol)
Margaret leaned against the wall expectantly. "You know you were right your buddy doesn't look too well."