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It was a mid- September day with no events of interest. The sky was that awful shade of drizzly, miserable grey that not even the likes of Byron or Shelley could romanticise. Nothing of any note was forecasted to happen, that was until, of course, just about everything did.
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In the year Twenty Twenty Three Muse A meets Muse B in the middle of a crowded street in a city neither of them have been to before. Beneath a rainy grey sky, and the covers of a rainbow of umbrellas, they lock eyes for the first time in this lifetime, before the crowds push them away once again. Despite valiant attempts to fight the force of human bodies and frantic perambulation, they get pulled apart. As they catch the final glimpse of eachother, they realise, a few moments to late, that this is not the first time that they have met.┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊
Life One – Salem, Massachusetts – June 1692
Muse A was once an upstanding, respected member of the small settlement that the townspeople called Salem. Living with their grandmother, a natural healer and herbalist, they find themselves amidst the throws of feigned spiritual revelation from the town’s young girls, and after the public persecution of their grandmother, stands trial for witchcraft themselves. Muse B is the oldest child of the town’s Reverend- a cruel and vindictive father, who has very little regard for the well-being of his children- and is held in the highest esteem by all who encounter them. With the pressure of the town to find and hunt down those accused of witchcraft, they find themselves struggling over whether or not to bow to town’s influence, or follow their own moral’s and beliefs. After Muse A miraculously escapes the overcrowded, makeshift prison of the town hall, the town in sent into uproar. Assumed to be undeniably a vessel for the devil, the town focuses on hunting them down. During the search, Muse B finds a dishevelled Muse A drenched by the rain, lying in a creek, leg broken from an attack by a wild dog. With their morals called into question, and their entire life on the line, Muse B makes the difficult decision not to hand Muse A into the mob desperate for blood, and instead hides them away in the attic of the church, both of them concocting a plan to escape together and start a life free of hysteria, false claims or the bloodlust of those they once considered family.
Life Two – Yorkshire, England – June 1814
Life Three – London, England – 1882
Muse A is working as a scullery maid for an enormously well- respected author, mistreated by the brutish cook and looked down upon by the other members of the house for her grand ideas and uppity attitude. Muse B is down-on- their luck, having failed as an artist, and relegated to a photographer’s apprentice in a last-ditch effort to fulfil their dreams of artistry. Both on the verge of a life in a Whitechapel workhouse or voyage to work tirelessly on a steamer, a chance encounter leads the two to formulate a plan to turn their luck around. After an incident with the master of the house, an infuriated Muse A finds themselves having to navigate a dead body and the terrors of a Victorian prison. In order to escape such an alarming fate, Muse B helps Muse A hide the body, and together they begin pawning off his belongings, and working through his inheritance. Realising the possibilities the two of them have opened up through their murderous crime, they begin a Bonnie and Clyde-esque string of robin hood crimes across the city, stealing from the rich to give to well… them, all whilst trying to escape a ferocious campaign for their arrest, and a cunning detective that seems to be on their heels.
Life Four – New York City – 1934
Life Five – New Orleans – 1957
After a scandalous affair, a miserable Muse A finds themselves married off to a cruel ex- militant, with a love for drinking, poker nights with friends and asserting his control over those he feels are weaker than him. Muse B, a wealthy, up- and- coming merchant meets Muse A at a run down pub in the old French quarter. After talking and bonding over a love of classical literature and old music, Muse A divulges their past of mansions and ballgowns up in the north, and their discontent at their new life. Muse B, who’s searching for adventure and escapism from the simplicity of their current life decides to write a play inspired by the woes of Muse A, who eagerly agrees to the idea. The two meet up to co-write the story every Thursday night, when Muse A’s husband is playing poker at home. The two begin to bond, until said husband gets suspicious and catches the two as they write together in the sitting room of Muse B’s home. Furious, he swears to kill Muse B for associating with another man’s wife, and Muse B is forced to fight tooth and nail to avoid a most terrible fate indeed.
Life Six – Present Day - An Unnamed City
Muse A and B meet on a crowded street, on a nondescript, uneventful, rainy day in mid September. Drowned out by crowds, the pair realise that they have certainly met before, and must find a way to overcome the karmic forces hellbent on keeping them apart.
For the purposes of this storyline, I would very much like to play muse A. I'm up for any gender pairings, but I would quite like to play muse A as female, as I have a specific character I had in mind whilst writing.
I won't god- mod this. Don't worry. You can do whatver you want and take the story any which way- I can assure you I'm not strict. If there's something you want for your character- just let me know- and we'll do it. Here's essentially all of my rules :
☑ eigteen and older
☑ lengthy replies
☑ open- minded
☑ regular ( one every few day+ ) responses ( everyone has lives though, so I'm really not strict on this one )
☑ friendly, including ooc chatter
☑ comfortable with darker themes ( although, I sympathise that they are not for everybody, and will be as accommodating as possible )
☑ on site roleplay only
☒ discriminatory or bigoted in any way whatsoever
☒ short, one- line replies
☒ fandom / canon character
The way in which I want the plotline to be played out is as follows, it starts with the muses meeting on the crowded street, and as they get dragged apart we go through each lifetime as if it was it's own separate story. This sounds utterly exhaustive, I know, but I assure you, it'll be a great time. Every storyline/ lifetime must end in the same way, that being with no happy endings. For the plotline to work it is imperative that every life ends tragically. Once all the lives have been written, then we'll move to the present day!
Thank you if you read this far, and thank you for any interest you might have!
Green was the color of the grass
Where I used to read at Centennial Park
I used to think I would meet somebody there
Teal was the color of your shirt
When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop
You used to work at to make a little money
Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Ooh
Bad was the blood of the song in the cab
On your first trip to LA
You ate at my favorite spot for dinner
Bold was the waitress on our three year trip
Getting lunch down by the lakes
She said I looked like an American singer
Time, mystical time
Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Ooh
A string that pulled me
Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar
Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire
Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons
One single thread of gold tied me to you
Cold was the steel of my axe to grind
For the boys who broke my heart
Now I send their babies presents
Gold was the color of the leaves
When I showed you around Centennial Park
Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
Time, wondrous time
Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies
And it's cool, baby, with me
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
