Posts by insane_sanity

Maya flinched back, shoving her nose into her paws as she held her breath. She glared at the she-cat, her name currently unknown to her. She waved her tail, the tip hitting the cage's bars, to rid of the smell. Her brown and white fur was fluffed up, showing she was annoyed by the other she-cat's rude laugh.

sorry, but when you say go, do you mean start rping or more ideas?
i like the idea, though, and i'd like to play the guy

Maya glared at her. "What do you want?" She spat, shifting her position so that she was sitting up. "And what's with that smirk?" She added, wrapping her tail around her.

american revolution? I could be a british soldier storming into a small town/new settlement?

alright!

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?

Could you start?

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.

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.

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.

Maya glared at her. She didn;t want or need her kidnapper to think she was pretty. "I guess... but stop staring at me like that, it's a little weird." She meowed, back up into a corner of the cage.

/Oliver Greene, 23, black hair, green eyes, tall

Oliver smiled back, shifting on his seat so he was facing her. "Hello there, my name is Oliver, and your's is?" He asked, tilting his head. Waiting for a reply, he ordered two drinks and offered one to her.

(sorry it's a weak start, I'm on my phone)

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.

Oliver forced his facial expression into a neutral one as she stepped back from him. Afraid, or unsure. Can't say I blame her, I'm a little confused myself. He wasn't sure why he was acting like this. Perhaps it was because he wasn't with a British soldier, since he wasn't really able to let loose when with his fellow troops. "Sorry, but since you told me your's, it's common practice to tell you mine. It's Oliver." Oliver did a more proper bow. "And I thank you, Evelyn, for helping me out and not alerting your family or those French soldiers of my presence." He straightened himself and started toward the door. "Oh, and I like your name. It's lovely." He paused and glanced back at her and smiled again before heading back toward where his coat was.

Oliver slipped on his coat and continued scouting around the edge of town before reporting back. He didn't mention Evelyn or the fact he went back and talked to her. He played the part of a British soldier fighting to keep this colony under Britain's rule. In truth, he didn't care. But his father wanted him to fight, so he did. Simple. As the night approached, he couldn't help but think of the girl who helped him. She was beautiful. He suddenly had a feeling of dread. They were to march into the town and take prisoners, to disrupt the otherwise seemingly peaceful settlement. He felt bad he didn't tell her. After all they were to march in the next day, at dawn.

The small army of soldiers were woken about an hour before dawn. They were given some sort of pep talk. Oliver didn't care to listen. He was too nervous. This was his first battle, or raid or whatever, and he had talked to one of the residents of the town. And since he talked to one of them, he knew he wouldn't be able to hurt a citizen from this place. All to soon, it was dawn, and they were commanded to march. Marching in line, he knew the army of men would break apart to take people prisoners. That's what happened. As soon as they reached the town, some men went to ward off the Frenchmen, while others went to the nearby houses. Oliver, however, ran into the forest, finding Evelyn's house. He hesitated, then saw a window light up. Terrified, he ducked behind a tree and peeked to see who it was.

Oliver drew back as a man's silhouette appeared in the window, crushing his hope of getting Evelyn's family out of the way of fighting. Why am I wanting to help her? The question floated around his mind as he ran around to the front of the house, aiming at one of the French soldiers. Allies with the Americans. Enemies of Britain. This is what he should be doing. Not worrying and wanting to help an American girl, no matter how pretty, no matter what his heart wanted. He was a... loyal soldier to his king.

Oliver pulled the trigger, killing the soldier. He crouched behind a barrel and reloaded, then shot at the other man. Oliver missed. He cursed and turned to find a better hideout. He ended up alerting the household and dove behind a small shed, his musket loaded and ready in case someone found him.

Maya did not want to kiss this sorry excuse for a cat. "Thanks but I dont want to kiss you." She inhaled deeply and held her breath, waiting.

Maya was trapped. She pressed herself to the corner, but dodged to late. She was pinned beneath the other cat, and her breath was knocked out of her. "Get off me!" She protested, wriggling around.

Maya turned her head away and gagged, kicking her hind legs out as an attempt to hit her kidnapper in the the jaw. "Get off me!" She repeated, trying to roll over to roll her off of Maya.