Roleplay in Different Eras! discussion

((Alright! Want me to start first?))

((*gulps* Sorry! We had to leave as soon as I asked you! >.> Alrighty let's do this!))

Silvius stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked along the sidewalk, thinking that a stroll into town would do him some good. But then, (*chimes mystery music*) he spotted a girl who seemed to be having trouble with starting up her car which died as she hopped back in. Crossing the distance between the ill-fated car, Silvius waved to the girl and called out, saying, "You need help?" He wasn't one to just leave someone stranded on the side of the road. Silvius knew what it was like to be stuck out in the fields with no one to be spotted in sight, so the least he could do was this.

Silvius breathed in a sigh of relief when he realized that the young woman was just fooling around. "I'm glad for that," he said softly, first studying the front of the car then shakes her hand. "Anyway. . . what seems to be the problem? Battery not starting up? I actually think there's an auto shop down the corner."

"That would actually be much better," Silvius said, walking over to the back to the car, sitting on the bumper ready to push the little bugger down the block. "I need to be up at the steering wheel, okay? Since you may not have any steering fluid it's going to be much harder for you to steer however," he glanced her up and down over his shoulder with a smile, "I'm sure you're a big enough girl to handle it."

"Psh. Nonsense," Silvius said sarcastically, steadying his legs so he can, hopefully, push the vehicle down the street. "Just please don't run over anything. Oh! And put on your emergency lights."

With that, Silvius found it pointless to say that he mustered all of his strength while pushing the car but that's kind of what he did. With this back pressed against the back window, Silvius walked backward and hoped that the girl was driving them in course.

((The other thing. 😂))

Finally, after twenty minutes of pushing the car, Silvius' legs began to cramp as they pulled into the parking lot at the auto shop. Sure, he occasionally had to push his truck out of the road but man, that little car was a piece of work. Checking to see if the girl was alright, he looked over his shoulder and gave acomforting smile

((Haha! Just got fairly busy is all. :D))

"If you did help me with pushing, we would've crashed into a building!" Silvius exclaimed with a chuckle. At her question, he raised an eyebrow and stuck out his hand. "Silvius Armitage," he bowed elaborately with a smirk, "at your service."

((Aww. Thanks for caring. 😉 Yes I am! Though for this vacation, we have lots of plans (not necessarily trips and such) for our yard like weeding and possibly making a BMX track. ^.^))

"Sure. Though if it has anything to do with my personal life, you won't get an answer," Silvius replied with a smirk. When she told him that she was going to call him Push, he merely chuckled and said, "And what should I call you in exchange? Steer?"

"I'm a human boy with the means of helping poor girls find their way to the mechanic," Silvia replied smoothly with a smirk. "But I'm guessing that wasn't the meaning of your question."

((Apologizes! I got rapped up in a few things but it seems like I'll be free now. :D))

"Wow," Silvia's said sarcastically. "Would you like to have a full summary on my whole life? I already told you my name missy."

((Haha! Thanks! ^.^))

"Sheesh," Silvius started, running a hand through his hair. "All I did was push your car to the mech's. I think you should buy a guy like me some lunch. But maybe that's pushing it. . ."

"Come on," he whined, huffing in annoyance. "Alright fine. You want my social security number while we're out in the open, freckles? Maybe not. . . anyway! Summary, huh? Well I'm Silvius, you already knew that though, and I am currently unemployed. Go to high school like every other kid."

"Congrats. Top of your class, huh?" Silvius said, patting the girl on her shoulder. "Must've been some awesome thing you did to skip three years of torture."

"You're a teenager," Silviusbwhispered softly in her ear with a teasing smile. "Then I guess you're not only calling yourself an idiot but also the teens around the world idiots too. Do you know what idiot means? It means small child in Greek or whatever forgotten language."

"So you're accomplished but not at the same time? What a weird mind you have missy," Silvius said with a mischievous smirk. "Well good we cleared that boring discussion up. Hey I know! What if you went to a cafe nearby while you're car's getting fixed up?"

"Psh. It's not a date if you're not my girlfriend, dearie," Silvius said, extending his arm out for her to take. "Though I guess to other people it most certainly would look like it."

"I guess that makes sense," Silvius said with a nod, directing the girl to the cafe. Once arriving, he asked her, "So what do you usually grab at a place like this?@

"So is it? A bad day, I mean," Silvius laughed at that and said, "Of course not! You met me and it can never be a bad day with me around!" Well, he was being a tad bit arrogant when he said that and probably wasn't getting on mystery girl's good side.

((SORRY!!! >.> Man! I don't know where my brain is sometimes! I'm the worst!))

((*sniffles* Danke.))

"Thank you," Silvius said with a wink, stepping towards the counter. "At least I know my life has been fulfilled now that I'm appreciated." He ordered the long order that she wanted as well as a caramel macchiato for himself and paid for it. He then guided her towards the back so they could wait for the order. "So where were you heading? I'm hoping somewhere not far from here."

"That must be nice," Silvius said with a small smile. "Having family you can trust. My aunts and uncles and cousins apparently hate us for some reason. Personally, I think it's ridiculous. But I can't help but feel happy for people who have a good relationship with their family."

"And you're welcome," Silvius said with a smile as he took a gulp from his drink. "Your face tells me you're not really looking forward to your aunt though. Is she really that bad?" He hated thinking that she would have a horrible aunt but some things weee just facts.

(A week?!?!))

"Scary isn't the right word, downright terrifying is," Silvius informed her, taking another full from his drink. "My whole family besides my siblings and parents are nuts and crazy loons."

"Kind of," silvius replied. "My family lives in the rural area. It's nice over there and we don't have to worry about neighbors and all that junk."

"Do I detect a hint of disinterest in that lovely tone of yours?" Silvius asked, squinting at her. "Yup, I think I do. So anyways. . . what?" He caught her gaze and looked at himself then back at her. Smiling and cocking his head, he asked, "Something you want to ask me?"

"Your cats? What? They have fits whenever you're not around?" Silvius asked her, whistling a low note. "Mama. . . Those are some weird cats. Would you like me to drive you home if your car isn't fixed?"

((Not a problem.))

"Uh huh," Silvius said, simply nodding his head. "Say, do you have a place to stay?"

"Hey, I was just wondering if you had somewhere to go for sleep or something," Silvius explained, tossing his cup in the trash from where he was. "If you don't, you could stay at my place. I still live with my parents, fair warning, but it would be a lot cheaper than going at a swanky hotel."

"Nope," Silvius said, shaking his head. "They wouldn't. I often bring my friends spontaneously and I wouldn't think they'd have any problems with you."

"Brilliant," Silvius exclaimed, eyes lighting up. They headed over to his '56 Chevy which was lowered considerably. He grinned proudly at the fresh coat of maroon paint his father allowed him to buy. And though it wasn't looking absolutely spiffing, it still got him places. "Just to let you know, this thing doesn't have any windows so if you don't like getting your hair in your face, I suggest wearing a ponytail."

"Well thank you. I try impressing my friends with this old, yet beautiful thing," Silvius said with a teasing smile as he hopped inside and closed the door with a clang! He started it up quickly and pulled the Chech out of the lot. "Brilliant. See, I like girls who aren't too fussy with appearances. Makes things loads better."

Putting his foot on the gas, Silvius asked her, "Your job? Where do you work? McDonald's? The most dull place in all America?" He teased.

"Well good. The place smells horrible to begin with, and I wouldn't want you to suffer through it," Silvius said with a smile. "Oh really? And what's this most coveted job of yours, hm? Shopping?" He snickered. "Or perhaps something more dignified than that?"

((Oh gosh! HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS?!?! 😭))

"Sexist?" Silvius repeated, crinkling his nose. "How could that be? All I said was that it must be a good job." He frowned. "The government? So what are you a spy?" He hadn't meant to offend her but everything she was saying just confused him.

"How wonderful," Silvius replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Wait, so why would you tell me that you're spy? Isn't that the whole point of being a spy? Being as spy-like as possible?"

"You're right, I won't;" Silvius said to her, pulling up into a fairly long drive way which reached out towards a quaint little house and a barn right next to it." Home, sweet home," he mumbled. Out further behind the two structures was a forest with a tree line as far as the eye can see. His father inehirted the place when he was but a youngster at the age of twenty. Silvius' grandfather had sadly passed and the whole lot was mentioned in a will. "Please tell me you'll at least be nice when we get inside," he said to her, silencing the engine as he parked the Chevy near the steps to the house.

"Er, it's off and on. Sometimes you seem like a genuinely good person, and the other times. . . well, I'll keep that to myself." Smiling, Silvius ducked his head and walked out of the old car, not even bothering to lock it. He waited a few moments for her to come around and warned, "Be careful. My family is huge and the twins can be a huge nightmare, let me tell you."

"We should, mum usually has a pot by the stove," Silvius told her, walking up the stairs to a porch which then led to the front door. Opening itbwith a turn if the knob, Silvius smiled kver his shoulder. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"SILVIUS BROUGHT A GIRLFRIEND!!!" was the first squeal in the house as soon as Silvius walked into the door and shook off his coat.

The youngster who yelled out his name was one of the twins and was an obnoxious little curly haired, brown eyed, girl of about twelve. You'd think she'd get out of the whole crazy little twerp deal, but nope. Rosie stayed true to herself and was the loudest one in the house.

Her twin, Mark, followed close after her with a sort of sleepy-eyed expression and rubbed his forehead. "Rosie," he whined. "Mum and dad will hear you."

"I don't care!" Rossi shouted, striding over towards Silvius and smirked at the newcomer. "Dare to introduce us?"

"First off, she's not my girlfriend and second," Silvius paused for a moment and pursed his lips, "please be quieter."

"Fiiiine," Rosie pouted, crossing her arms. "I'm Rosie, by the way."

Mark simply shooked his head and actually held out his hand to the girl. "I'm Mark. Excuse her, she has no idea what she's doing. Never has, never will."

"Glad we got that out of the way," Mark mumbled, rubbing his eye. "So, why'd you bring her?"

"She's a friend I met, and it looked like she needed a warm home to come to," Silvius answeee with a smile, slipping off his boots. "Isn't that right, Ange?@

((Yes! School has been really cramming in lately and I'm just busy as a whole! >.<))

"Who knew that such a feisty lady like yourself would have socks like those," Silvius teased, resting his boots on the stool. The twins were still staring at him expectantly and he sighed. "She's just going to stay for the night. It's not that big of a deal."

"Oh I see. Just don't put a gun to my back when i turn around, okay?" Silvius asked with a wink and followed after his siblings who were racing to the kitchen.

((I'm so sorry! School's been hectic but hooray for Christmas vacation! XD))

Silvius raised an eyebrow at her comment but shrugged it off. He led her to the kitchen where they were greeted to the smells of his mother's delicious meatballs with rice. Oh, the smell was heavenly. "Hello, mum!" He called, smiling like a little boy and hugged his mother who was scooping the rice out.
"It's about time you can Home," she said with a sniff.
"I know. This young lady's car broke down and I figured that I might as well help her out. Besides, she has nowehere else to go so I invited her for dinner."
"Well, I suppose Another would be just fine," his mother said, eyeing the newcomer. "And what is your name?"

His mother chuckled. "Gotta find something wrong with my boy, don't you?"
"Mama. . ." Silvius trailed off with a warning tone. "I'm sure she didn't mean any harm in it."
She merely shrugged. "If that's what's you want to believe, fine." She piled the last plate with food and yelled, "Dinner's ready! Get it while it's hot!"
A storm of thundering feet was heard from upstairs and soon, his father and older brother entered the room.
Charlie ran a hand through his hair then stopped when he saw the girl. "I didn't know we had company."
Silvius merely rolled his eyes. "Charlie, this is my friend, Ange. Ange, Charlie."

((Haha! XD any plans for Christmas? And aaaaaah!!!! It's only three days away! >.<))

"See, Mama?" Charlie said with exasperation. "How can you not like her?"
His mother merely huffed.
"Dear, take it easy on our guest. We wouldn't want to scare her away," Papa said in his slow going voice. "But first, let's eat!"
As the others rushed to the counter to grab the biggest portion, Silvius whispered to Ange, "I'm really sorry for this. Usually Mama isn't so uptight."

((Cool! That sounds like an amazing trip! Send me some pictures, 'may? ;-) I kid, I kid.))

Mama, being surprised that their guest would say anything, gave a weak smile. "I'm glad you like it." Then resumed back to her plate.
"Gosh, you'd think we were serving a criminal!" Charlie exclaimed with a smirk. He turned to look at Ange from across the table. "You're not, are you?"
Silvius snorted. "Really? This will be our topic for conversation?"

((Oh goodie!))

"Woah, woah, woah!" Charlie said, chuckling. He leaned against the table and asked, "So does that mean you're an un-caught criminal?"
"Alright, Charlie. You can stop now," Silvius grumbled. "The twins don't need to see you flirt."
"Was he?" The twins asked, looking at Silvius then at each other.
"Yes, Charlie is. And he knows it," Silvius added with a pointed glare at his brother. "And I'd like for him to stop."
"Well you could've just said so much sooner. . ." Charlie's eyes suddenly became larger. "Wait. Are you guys a couple?"
Mother made a choking sound while their father cleared his throat.
Silvius's face grew warm as his gaze turned into that of anger. "We are not. We just met today and even if we were, I would've asked mother and father to date Ange a loooong time ago. So no, dear brother, we're not a bloody couple!" When he noticed that he was now standing up, Silvius slumped back down and angrily ate his food. His brother could be so annoying seomtimes!