JadeQuinn

You want to RP with me? Awesome, but I expect a lot. First of all, I don't do "just sex" scenes. I do story, characters, plot... I'm looking for RP sessions that last hours and go on for nights, weeks, months... yes even years. Though I am okay with an RP just going a few sessions. If you want to rp with me, these are an example of the type of posts I'm looking for:

Elizabeth:

Elizabeth fidgeted in her seat. Her body rocked steadily back and forth as she leaned toward the window of the carriage. The country side of her homeland had disappeared a long time ago. And everything was different. She did not like the look of the houses here, the look of the people. She did not like the fact that she wasn't at home playing with her favorite dog. And most of all she did not like this dress that her mother had made her wear. Apparently it was the high fashion now, but that didn't stop Elizabeth from hating it. She could barely breath and she felt like her chest was hitting her chin every time there was a bump in the road. This wasn't what she wanted, this isn't what she had planned for life.

She had wanted to live her life in Italy, where she was born. Sure, she wasn't a high noble, but she was a noble non the less. That meant comfy houses, comfy clothes, but without having to abide by all the social norms that one living in pompous city of Rome had to. She had always thought that she would marry another noble of her standing or perhaps higher. They would have a couple of children and that would be that. Sounded comfortable to her.

But now she was in a carriage headed for Germany. Germany? What did she know of Germany? Yes, she could speak the language but it felt so wrong on her tongue. She hated German. Elizabeth’s family was a branch family of the Esteemed Blake’s. She had never met anyone from the main family and had figured she never would. The only reason she believed she had any ties to them was because her family had kept the name Blake throughout the generations. But that was it.

But now? Now she had to go and live with them. Why?

....you set one set of curtains on fire by just touching it....

Dante:

When Dante had received the message about young Elizabeth, he'd been equal parts amused, delighted, and surprised. It had been some time since the two branches of the family had diverged, and Dante was really the only point of contact. Yearly financial reports were sent, along with information about Italy and the Church there, details on odd goings on, the like. So when the reports about young Elizabeth had begun to trickle in a few years ago, Dante had already begun making preparations when the day would come to have her moved to Germany.

The letter had come after sunset, and the messenger had not required a room for the night, nor had he accepted payment for the delivery. For a few days there had been talk, but it had passed, as it always did. No one but the Italian family elders ever saw the contents of that letter, and there was even talk that the servant who had delivered it had been sworn to silence. The fact that he very shortly thereafter took ill with a sickness that stole his voice only fueled further speculation.

And then Elizabeth had been informed of the move. It had been fairly sudden, and specific instructions had been given that she was not to be told until the very day she left. Her things were to be packed away for her, and she was not to be given an opportunity to run away or do some other damn fool dramatic thing that young folk tended to. Dante had no patience for that, not when it came to getting the girl where she could be properly watched.

An outrider met the carriage a mile away from the Blake estate lands, and four more joined them shortly thereafter, flanking the carriage without more than a greeting, ensuring that she would be safe for the remainder of the trip. Not that there were any dangers this close to the estate, of course...