private roleplay between ThisDreadedHopeful & ChiyukiKimura

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

The live of a traveller is a lonely life indeed. The life of a gypsy is even worse, filled with anguish for the brand they were given by society. Orphaned at seven and raised by prostitutes and their clients for eight years, Leto spent her life running and escaping the law, all the while trying to make enough money to survive another year.


One day she found herself in London, England, still trying to live her life even with the glares she got when she passed by, she met a young man of nobility, while performing; a man who was in an arranged marriage to a member of the royal family. Together the two of them have to deal with the scrutinizing eyes of their society, a murderous serial killer on the loose, and his fiancée who gets more and more suspicious of his strange outings and lack of interest in herself.


I wanted to leave your character -the noble- as open as possible. You can work out a back story and all that jazz in the character and/or character thread. Please leave a fairly detailed description of your character there. We would also be putting any character that would be reoccurring there as well, such his mother and/or father, his fiancée, or even Jack the ripper, since he was around in Victorian England.

 

[ChiyukiKimura]

I'm here.

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

The port was busy as always. Crowded with people, the air filled with shouting and the smell of smog and sea salt. Leto stood on a smaller ship's deck, waiting in her usual, more male, attire while the crew tie the boat to the dock. She had spent the last of her money in France to come here, though she was reluctant to come. But after being chased out of every other mainland country, she had no choice to come to the island empire.


Finally the draw bridge was laid down for the passengers to get of the boat and she moved towards her horse and cart. Both were quite extravagant, the horse was a large, black and white stallion with long, feathered hooves, and the cart -while old-fashioned- was colourful and eye catching. She tyed the cart to the horse and led it off the boat to solid ground, before weaving her way out of the crowd and into the streets. She climbed onto her cart when the crowd went down, riding along only as she looked over the tall gloomy looking buildings that surrounded her like walls and the the commonly that went about their day. Some even looking up her, whether in curiosity or disgust for her status.


Finally she found a place to set up her cart, in a little alleyway in the market. She began her process of getting ready; opening the cart, moving the horse setting out her dancing area; and as she worked a few kids would ask what she was doin. By the time she was ready to perform a small crowd of children and a few adult watched curiously as she changed into a colourful dress, her now exposed arms, expertly lined in a black and gold paint, the same colours as the tambourine in her hand. She smile at the crowd before beginning her dance, the bangles around her wrists and ankles harmonizing with the sound of the tambourine.

 

[ChiyukiKimura]

Awoken by the roaring and cheering of England's citizens, Charles rapidly jumps out of bed and gazes out the window. "What the fuck is it now? Mother revealing her thighs to the peasant men?" Charles sighed as he sauntered out the room, slipping on his high quality, black trench coat.


Pacing about the empty castle hallways, Charles combs his hair casually with his fingers and attempts to find a secret passageway out of the dreaded castle. Wait, heavy foot steps approach Charles from the opposite end of the hallway. "Once again, the peasants have put on a show. They must really want to be hanged-" the familiar, grouchy voice announced. Peaking merely his head out the corner, the voice belonged to nonetheless his oldest brother, Benjamin. Hiding in the guest room, Charles eavesdrops on Benjamin's conversation with one of the family's servant. "Hey! Are you even listening?! I take it that you wish to be hanged by your neck along with those dirty peasants!" Benjamin screeches. Charles cringes and fights the urge to intercept the conflict. He insteads closes his eyes and patiently waits until the pair continues their walk.


Shortly after the foot steps fade, Charles dips out of the guest room and dashes to the main foyer. There he encounters his father, King Phillip, roughly bashing into him. "What is the rush boy?" Phillip questioned Charles. Scratching his head, Charles could give no response. The King sighed and disappeared into one of the many hallways.


"What is going on with everyone today? There must be some kind of event happening yet... There is two completely different worlds of emotion inside and out of the castle." Delighted of the fact that there was no one around him, Charles makes an attempt to sneak out the front castle exit.


Squeek! Charles grinds his teeth in anticipation of being free. He makes a run for it, dodging every line of sight from the castle guards in front of the gates. "Fuck... Getting through those guards is going to be tough." Suddenly, his eyes dart to the unguarded section of the wall. Conviently, there is a patio table to aid him in his climb. Charles crawls to the patio chair across the front entrance and cautiously steps on the table and slowly climbs up the castle wall. Making his fall as faint as possible, Charles lets go of his grasp and rolls out to a nearby kiosk.


"I'll give you twenty pounds if you allow me to hide behind those crates for a few" Charles covers the sellswoman's mouth as he whispers into her ear. Muffled sighs and a nod escape from the poor woman and he dashes behind the crates. The guards were alerted by Charles' disappearance and were now questioning every one on the streets.


"Shit... This is just rubbish.." Charles pounders to himself of an escape plan. Waiting for the nearby patrolling guard to pass by, Charles carefully follows the loud cheers of the people.


"What is- wow.." Mesmerized by the beautiful lady's body rhythm. Charles rests his shoulder on a wall as he smiles at this talented dancer. "The way her hips move to the beats of her tambourine.. The music is within her."

 

[ThisDreadedHopeful]

Leto didn't notice the blond boy's arrival since her crowd was ever growing, she just continued to dance, moving to the more upbeat and lively music she was taught to dance to since childhood. It was obvious though her performance she wasn't from this uptight country, where the sky seemed to be a constant grey and muted colours. And with the isolation of being an island nation deterred slot of nomads and gypsies away from it, but there were always a few that tried their luck, her being one of them.


She continued to dance her energetic dance, her bare feet never staying in one place as she twirled her skirt and bounced around. The younger kids laughed and clapped to the sound of the beat, clearly entertained and soon the whole crowd was clapping along to the pulse of the tambourine as she moved and twirled faster and faster until finally, she abruptly stopped, a grin on her face and a her face flushed and panting as she bowed to her audience, as she clapped and throw some coins in her direction. She thanked her crowd and saw them off before kneeling down to collect her profit. It seems as though the first day was a success.