The new worlds RP discussion

((start here have fun:) ))

Crow was in the bar part of his inn. he was cleaning the dishes and cleaning up before lights out.

Janelle just came back from hunting. She didn't catch anything today but she still had money left over from yesterday's trades. She came across an inn. It appeared to be closed but she walked in anyway. "Hello?" She said, quietly.

Quin watched the Janelle from her lake. She wished she was able to walk the land with out feeling awkward and being like a ghost. She had lost her loved one due to her drowning and now just watched people in love walk by her lake.

((Aww. :( ))

"Um, hello?" Janelle was really hoping she'd be able to sleep here the night, "Is there anyone working here?"

Emily woke up from the constant nightmare she had everysingle night. Every murder, and sin that she had commited for the sake of her princess repeated over and over freashly. The last one, the one of her murdering her own best friend and tossing her down a well for the most horriable. "Come back. Please...come back."

Janelle walked deeper into the inn, hoping to find someone who worked there or an abandonned room. She tried calling out again, this time louder, "Hello!?"

((I'll cover for you C..this once....teehee))

EMily, who often stayed at this inn walked down stairs."Crow is busy"she said in a slight french accent.

((Haha. Thanks. :) ))

"Oh." Janelle said, shyly, "Well, I was just wonderin' if I could stay here for the night. Would I have to talk to him?" She said, unsure.

"Yes but I'm sure there's an extra room. I'm sure you can. I'll keep you company till he comes. Not as if Icould sleep anyway. I'm Emily St. Croix"

"Oh, thank you. And nice to meet you." Janelle held out her hand, "I'm Janelle." She said sweetly.

"Same to you"Emily said shaking her hand taking a seat.

Janelle took a seat beside Emily.

"So what brings you here to the inn?"Emily asked adjusting her chocker to cover up something on her neck no person woul dever want to see. SHe was wearing a simple black tunic with white leggins with a belt around her waist. She had black hunting and riding boots. She also had long fingerless gloves up to mid-bicep range.

"Oh, you know. Just looking for a place to sleep." Janelle said.

"Ahhh so no back story?"Emily laughed deeply. She stroked her neck slightly feeling it pulse painfully

Quin cried a bit. She had a back story...

Emily coughed horsly. Geting her head cut off my the quillotine really hurt. Even if you were brought back to life.

"Oh!" Janelle said, "are you alright?" she was scared.

((Quin's bored... and alone... in the lake just outside... maybe Emily could know of her? She has been there for longer the a century.))

Emily nodded slightly. Her hand left her throut

"What's happened to you?" Janelle said, she sensed something wrong in Emily's thoughts.

((*sigh* thanks for listening to my suggestion...))

A splashing sound came from outside, it was Quin having another fit.

Janelle closed her eyes, trying to block out the splash. She was so tired and just wanted to sleep...

((I was about to do it and bring Janelle with me thank you very much.))

"A lot of things. But some people are worse of."Emily said though didn't belive her own words."I'll introduce you to Quin."

((Oh sorry... Well, it happened one way or another XD))

"Uh. Alright." Janelle said quietly.

Emily lead her to the lake. Emily knelt by the water and swished her hand in the water."Yeaaah your not the only one who can make noise Quin"

Quin came up, her eyes just out of the water. You could tell they were full of tears.

Janelle looked at Quin caarefully. She then knelt beside Emily.

"Come on cheer up you got some company now."

Quin came up with her head out of the water. She looked at Janelle, curious.

"Hello." Janelle said.

Emily layed on her stoumach by the water and played with the surface

Quin hadn't spoken to anyone but Emily for at least a century so she found it hard to talk but managed. "B- bon jour."

((Should probs add that she's French but can speak English fluently.))

Janelle recognized the language but couldn't speak it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But do you speak english?" Janelle asked.

Quin nodded. "Yes." She said weakly.

"Okay, that's good. Again, I'm terribly sorry. So, um, would you mind sharing with me your troubles?" Janelle said, sweetly.

Quin nodded then started shakily.. "I was engaged... to the best man in the world... then I drowned in this lake and had to watch him die sad and alone... now I have to watch peoples," She looked to Emily. "pain and suffering... I have no one..."

Emily jumped slightly when she heard the last part."Join th eclub"

Janelle nodded. This story was sad. And the way Quin indicated Emily, Janelle knew that she had a terrible story as well. Guess that made three of 'em.

"I'm terribly sorry to hear that, Quin." That was the only thing Janelle could think to say.

Quin nodded and sunk back down till only her eyes and the top of her head were visible.

Janelle looked at Emily, questionning.

Emily sighed and untied her chocker. Her neck was gastly. Ther was stitching, like you would see on those creepy rag dolls, over a red swelling cut around her neck entirely.

Janelle resisted the urge to gasp. She just sat there, not changing from how she looked before, besides her sympathetic look.

"Oh dear, what has happened to you?"

Quin saw this and closed her eyes then opened them again. She'd seen it many times before but that didn't make it any better.

"The quillotine not a fun way to die."

Quin looked at her with sad eyes. She had to watch this every night.

Emily forced her fake smile. Because, not even Quin, knew her past. Not that she was a murder and a sinful cretcher.

Quin shook her head. Although she didn't know the girls past she knew a fake smile when she saw one.