Character Roleplays discussion

(When more people join is when this will begin.)

Rosellie heard the gossip of the man that got into a fist fight and as the last costumer left the tavern she began to hum to herself while she cleaned the tables. Then when she was finished completely cleaning the room she went upstairs to her bedroom and then fell asleep wondering when she would ever be able to get out of Venice and into the world. She fell asleep dreaming of far away places.

"Hello," Rosellie greeted the stranger. "What'll it be?" ((Can't think of a good one. Any ideas?))

((beautiful. oh, and the btw sorry im not on a lot.))

Rosellie slides a glass of whiskey toward Basilio. "Here ya go." She says, then walks away to tend to the other customers.

Rosellie was almost finished for the day and almost every customer had left except for Basilio. "Need anything else?" Rosellie asked, her hands drying a glass, her green eyes on the cup. She glanced up at him.

"What are you looking for?" Rosellie studied him for a little bit before moving on to wash the tables.

"Europa? Where's that at?" She said, not knowing a thing about geography having never been anywhere. She finally got the tables washed and began picking up the chairs to mop.

((Really? I'm sorry. I thought you were in a bunch of different ones. I'll try harder to get them on faster.))

"Alas, I don't have a lot of schooling, Signor. Because I have worked at this tavern since I have ." She said as she picked up the last chair and walked back over to Basilio. "Forgive me for asking but you wouldn't happen to know who got into that fight at the festival yester."

((I kinda know what you're talking about I was in one but by the time I got back on the computer there was just to many sub-plots going on my character didn't fit anywhere.))

"Oh, I thank you for that. The strappo was always terrorizing this tavern."

((That's cool. I always see unread ones all the time for fantasy.))

((I have to go soon.))

"I would love too!" Rosellie agreed hastily.

((Continue tomorrow night? Or morning or afternoon depending your time thing.))

((Okay. Bye.))

"Okay, Signor. But are you sure you want me to accompany you? We only just met."

((Sorry I didnt answer back fast I was at school.))

"Okay. I will meet you at your house, will we leave right away?"

"Okay. I shall be ready within the minute you tell me to leave."

"Wait! How will I be able to find you?"

"Thank you. I shall see you at dawn."

((Yep))

Rosellie left her house before dawn to make sure she knew where she was going. She walked the streets of Venice quietly and quickly. After a while, she finally got to the door of Basilio's house, just before the sun was about to arise.

Rosellie knocked at the door. She had a small bag with freshed baked food in it.

"Buongiorno, signor," Rosellie answered. "When shall we leave?"

"Okay," Rosellie said. "I don't believe I even know your name, signor. My name is Rosellie but friends call me Rose."

((Me too. Bye))

"It is a pleasure to meet you Basilio." Rosellie said as she walked closely behind.

Rosellie thought to herself, I cannot believe I am doing this.

"Okay, signor." She got on the boat.

(Are you still there?)

(Oh sorry. I forgot it was Monday. . .Spring break here.)

(lol yea.)

She looked a little sick but after a little was better.

(Up to you.))

Blanka got off the boats to her the new country she would be living in. Italy. She looked back at the ocean and a feel of nostalgia went through her, she would always remember her home land, Poland. She knew she would go back one day. But not now. She looked down at her locket and opened it to have a look at her mother and father. They had recently died. She sighed and got her belongings before looking for a carriage.

(Okay sounds good.)

Rose took his hand as she stepped out of the boat. for the first time ever she was in a new land and she was eager to try all that she could.

(Jessicka, it's nice to meet you. You're welcome to join in anywhere you like.)

Rose didn't say a word as she followed Basilio's instructions.

"Well, you're definitely well-known I can see." Rose got out from behind the crates.

(( cool. nice to meet you to... thnx :) ))

Blanka had finally found a carriage and got in paying the driver. It took a night to get to her destination and when she got there she smiled to herself. She had decided to live somewhere in the country with a small village. She looked around it was beautiful, green crops, grass everywhere, animals grazing.

Rose smiled to herself.

"Wherever you would like to go is great with me. I am just happy to be out of Venice."

"Okay." Rose said as she looked around in wonder.

"Okay." Rose looked around in wonder.

Rosellie didn't really take well to thieves and she had met her fair share of them. She took off after the girl and soon had her cornered. "All right," Rose gasped out of breath. "Give them back. And don't fool around either." Her eyes were locked with the young girl

Rose watched him jump in front of the girl.

Alexander wondered the streets, admiring the town and searching for some place to live.

Blanka got off the carriage and got her luggage before setting in search for a new home. She didn't realise the villagers, whom were all Italian staring at her. There were no home available and Blanka had no choice to go into an inn. She now had a new goal, she would build her own house, yes, that's right. Her mind was dead set too it. Blanka would have to talk to the villagers leaders, and hopefully they would be more than happy to let her. And maybe help her.

Alexander stumbled upon an inn. It would have have to do for now. He went inside.

Blanks walked in and went to the bar, asking for a room. The inn keeper took her things and took it to her room, as Blanka stayed downstairs and ordered dinner.

Alexander got his key to his room and sat down at a table.

Blanka got up and walked to a table walking straight past the blonde man. and sat down at a table by the fire and then double glanced at the man... He was blonde. Not the usual Italian here, but she looked away just as quickly she looked at him. She then changed focus onto the fire.