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    PLOTTING:
    Okay, so I had this idea for a drama/ romance thread. It would be GXB and I would be playing the girl charrie. So my idea is for the setting to be during war time, any war will do really. Your guy would be a soldier fighting on "foreign" soil, and my girl would be a "native". The force which your charrie is a part of could be coming into her town and plundering, taking prisoners, what ever you think would be fitting. Whichever war we decide on would decide the timeframe in which this would take place.


    Okay... GO!!


    Also, if you have any other similar ideas go ahead and ask, I don't bite :)

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    Name: Evelyn Barringer
    Age: 19
    Looks: Above
    Personality: This young woman is quite shy, cares deeply for her mother and father, having huge respect for them. She hasn't ever been courted before, though she lives in the small community with other british natives who have only spent a few months on the "new land" of America.

    Name: Oliver Greene
    Age: 20
    Looks: tall, black hair and blue eyes
    Personality: Confident, but hesitant when he's unsure of something. Doesn't like this whole war thing, but doesn't want to cross his father, who is also a soldier. He is quick on his feet and is usually quick thinking.


    Sorry, I'm not usually good with character bios haha
    Are we role playing here or on a different thread?

    OOC: Sure
    IC:
    Evelyn can hear the war gaining ground, coming closer and threatening to intrude upon her small down. A few French soldiers have been stationed here in addition to some self-made minute men. Naturally, however, the young foreign men had taken upon themselves to try to woo her. Try as they might, she took only interest in wild, beautiful things, her blonde hair braided back with wildflowers woven in with the flaxen strands. She flits around barefoot in her familys small garden effortlessly, humming a created tune all by her lonesome.

    Oliver made his way to a small settlement, going over his orders in his head. Scout out the area and report back. Easy, right? He had no idea. He ducked behind a tree as he neared the edge of the town, and looked around the tree. He spotted a girl moving about in her garden, humming and picking flowers. Oliver bit his lip and turned to leave, to find another spot, but tripped over the tree's root, making him groan when he hit the ground and make a small commotion.

    The young woman hears the commotion and looks in the fallens mans direction. Her blue eyed widen as she catches a glimpse of the red tint to his coat as a soft gasp leaves her body. She is quite moved to call out for her father on the spy but she knew that that would spell his death by hanging. Instead, she does a quick perimeter check before scurrying over, tendrils of blonde hair dancing in her face, "I don't know why you're here, but you better leave before my father catches a look at you," she advises before helping him onto his feet and then... She is gone just as quick as she had appeared, disappearing into the small barn to hide.

    Oliver couldn't help but wonder why she didn't call him out when she noticed him. Once she'd helped him up... she was gone in a flash. He cought a glimpse of her entering a small barn he hadn't noticed before. He leaned up against the tree again, taking a deep breath. Got caught on the first mission. Great going. He started to move toward the barn, wanting to thank the young lady before returning to his mission or job or whatever. His mother was right. He was too nice. However, he still paused before he left the safety of the trees and took off his coat before burying it in a pile of leaves. Oliver nodded to himself, then moved toward the barn again. He knocked softly, trying to catch her attention without being too loud.

    Evelyn had taken refuge with one of their draft horses, standing by his muscular, broad shoulder, " You aren't very smart," she mumbles plainly for him to hear as she moves farther to the horse, towards his hindquarters as he pins his ears back.

    Oliver shrugged, staying where he was. "I just wanted to say thank you." He said. His gaze movedd over to the horse. "Careful," he warned, "your horse looks like it might kick you." His voice trailed off as he heard footsteps. He darted inside, hiding behind some barrels and hay.

    Evelyn huffs and rolls her eyes at the young red coat, catching glimpse of his somewhat handsome features. She looks past the opened barn doors and sees the French soldiers pass her familys small farm. Once the men are out of earshot, she looks in the direction of where the red coat soldier was "hiding". "Your thanks is not killing me, now you had better get out of here before someone else catches you," The young woman says simply, stepping away from the gentle, protective draft.

    Oliver stood up, grinning at her. "Okay, okay, if you want me to leave, I will. But what's your name? I'd like to thank you properly." He did a silly looking bow and brushed off stray strands of hay and invisible dust from his clothes as he waited for an answer.

    Evelyn looks at the soldier, "Don't grin at me like that sir. My name is Evelyn, and I will not bother you to know yours," she says simply, taking a step back from him once more, unsure of his intentions now.