forum One on One (Closed)

Started November 25, 2018 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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(I’m at school rn, so I might disappear at some point for a few hours)
The sun shone brightly, making the air feel hot. How his parents, his mother more survived in this heat was unknown to him. So many tassels and ruffles and layers and overcoats.
Today he was headed out to the fields, where actual fresh air existed. Maybe he’d meet someone there, someone to talk to that didn’t have a fake posh accent, and . . . Folded their hands and curtsied or bowed.

(Oh I'm so sorry I completelt forgot it's not evening for everyone rn 😂 my bad)
Katherine finished the field of within an hour. She dragged the plow back into the storage shed before starting on the stables. She started shoveling the manure into numerous buckets to later spread it along the fields.

(What’s your time zone? I have to go to lunch rn, later! Sorry for such a short reply.)
He kicked at a stone in the path. Already multiple people had bowed and girls been all giggly, how annoying. Can’t they just pretend I’m normal for once?

(I'm in England. Hbu?)
Katherine had almost finished when she spotted a nobleman waking down the pathway, looking glum. Katherine snorted and rolled her eyes: as if he had a reason to be sad. She turned back to her work.

(Canada, and I think I’m the only person who actually says eh. Literally no one else does[why is that our stereotype? Has anyone actually heard a Canadian says eh?])
He heard another person and looked up. His anger washed away and he spotted a girl.
She probably thinks I’m just another stupid, arrogant money-loving aristocrat. He sighed.

(I'M CANADIAN. I SAY EH)
Katherine concentrated on the her job, ignoring the nobleman's footsteps getting louder as he approached. She was so focused on concentrating she didn't noticed the horse canter up to the gate of its pen and whinny loudly. Katherine let out a muffled yell and, again, fell backwards into the mud.

(YAY! I HAVE FREN! xD)
The girl yelled. “Are you okay?” He replied automatically. Shoot! I said something too fast. I probably seem fake now. The girl had fallen backwards into mud, scared by the horse.

Katherine ignored the guy and helped herself up. "I'm fine." She stood up and grabbed her crutch to help herself towards the stables.

“You’re just ignoring me because you think I’m some stuck up rich guy, Am I correct?” He said. Well I’m on a roll of messing my day up. This is definitely how you talk to people.

Katherine stopped and looked the guy over. "How cocky do you people get?" she asked coldly.

“I personally don’t know, but some nobles are pretty high on the scale,” He said. And now she hates me.

Katherine stared him down. "Right." She dusted off the mud from her muslin dress. "What are you doing around here anyway," she asked, looking up at him.

“I do not prefer staying at ‘home’” He said using air quotations. “My mother always insists I stay and, ‘Have tea. Walk in the garden,’” He faked her ‘posh’ accent. “It’s much nicer out here, without fake posh accents and frilly dresses and giggling girls,”

Katherine looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Really? I wouldn't think so."

“You think it’s not annoying to have literally every person bow to you and have girls giggling all the time and having to sit and drink tea and talk about what else to waste your money on and have to have an opinion on how many layers your mothers dress should have and to have to sit up properly,” He said. “And walk straight and use like 70 trillion different utensils and read giant books about some other random dead person and wear a billion different accessories and layers and brooches and to be told to cut your hair everyday and breath in the same air some arrogant rich person does? It’d be nice to just not do all that, hence why I’m not at ‘home’ right now,”

Katherine snorted unreservedly. "You think it doesn't hurt to starve yourself just so your siblings can eat? You that's worse than having to work in the exact same clothes through summer, then winter? You think it's easy to have to let yourself be thrown to the side of the road just so you can earn a penny? To have to sew your own clothes with straw needles and kill your own food and rebuild your own house every time it rains?" She put her shovel down and put her hands on her hips despite her shortness and messy appearance.

“I am forced to stay and live with the nobles that see themselves as higher than most. They use their money as leverage and manipulate others. Putting people in situations like yours. And I have tried to do something, to talk to my parents. Try to do anything I could and all they can say is ‘How are we supposed to earn our money then?’ And leave. They just want money and power. They don’t care. And I’m telling you, I bet it hurts you more than I could imagine, and that I’m just some other hopeless, stupid, arrogant, money-loving, careless noble that means nothing. But at least I’m trying to do something,”

Katherine scowled. "Fine," she allowed. "Of you're so pro-peasant, help me shovel the manure out of the stables," she taunted, crossing her arms.

“Why not? Unless of course your employer cares if I cross onto their property?” He asked. And now she wants to kill me . . .

"it'll come out of my pay," Katherine said, narrowing her eyes. He'll never do it.

“Bribery should be enough to keep ya’ going, as much as I hate it,” He said. He rolled up his sleeves and climbed over the fence. Mud squelched beneath his boots.

Katherine stepped back. "Okay, wait. I didn't-" She shook her head. "You're not worth my job."
She paused. "I'll give it to you though. You're it like the rest of 'em."

(Brb)
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

Katherine sighed, dropping her arms. She'd never been good at compliments. "Which part?"

(Well, I may or may not have gotten distracted by my cats . . .)
“All of it?” Darien asked more than stated.

Katherine put her head in her hands, groaning. "I meant, that first of all, I cannot lose this job. And second of all, you don't seem like a typical gentry member. That's it, that's all.

“We have a- Wait. Yeah we do,” He muttered to himself. “So does everyone think all the nobles are stuck up?”

Katherine thought about it for a long, arduous time."The answer to that would be… Yes. Yes they do."

“Well that’s just absolutely fantastically splendid,” He said sarcastically. “I do have another question, if you do not wish to answer that is fine, but, what is your pay? I have not been properly educated on this topic,”