OOC: Please read the RP proposal topic before you join in and stick to the rules specified. Industrial revolution tech, low to no magic/fantasy, low to no combat. No sci-fi.
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It was a humid, cold February morning in Munich. The nearby cathedral had just struck nine and Phillípe was walking down the street, on his way to the theatre for the morning rehearsal. He was puffing on a cigarette as he was walking, blowing thick clouds of smoke in front of him. He looked at all the poor, common folk who were littering the street and chuckled, forgetting, for a brief moment, that he is now one of them aswell. Lost in thought, reminiscing of his life before he was sent back to Germany from Britain, he kept walking, and suddenly found himself confused as he ran into a passer-by after taking a turn.
''Oh, please, excuse me, I must've been lost in thought.'' He looked at the stranger's coat - or rather at the hole his cigarette had just burned into it as they bumped into eachother. He was embarrassed, hoping the stranger wouldn't notice the damage he had done to their clothing.
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It was a humid, cold February morning in Munich. The nearby cathedral had just struck nine and Phillípe was walking down the street, on his way to the theatre for the morning rehearsal. He was puffing on a cigarette as he was walking, blowing thick clouds of smoke in front of him. He looked at all the poor, common folk who were littering the street and chuckled, forgetting, for a brief moment, that he is now one of them aswell. Lost in thought, reminiscing of his life before he was sent back to Germany from Britain, he kept walking, and suddenly found himself confused as he ran into a passer-by after taking a turn.
''Oh, please, excuse me, I must've been lost in thought.'' He looked at the stranger's coat - or rather at the hole his cigarette had just burned into it as they bumped into eachother. He was embarrassed, hoping the stranger wouldn't notice the damage he had done to their clothing.
(Hope you don't mind my dear Amelia playing that stranger~)
The crisp air felt wonderful to breath, it being perhaps the only thing the young lady was enjoying about her move to Germany. It was about a month ago she'd arrived here, a consequence of her mother and father finding the perfect suitor for her, their "beloved" daughter, in amongst the upper class German families that resided here. He, the suitor, wasn't as bad as she'd first imagined - as clueless as a box of rocks, though. Lacking any common sense, their two contrasting intelligences was likely to be an issue. But he was sweet, and she had to give him credit for that. Arrangements were being made, and Amelia had found herself swept up into a rush of marital decisions she'd never even thought about having to make; it was ridiculous, and an absolute waste of her time as she saw it. Finally she'd gotten the opportunity to escape, even if for just a little while. Wandering elegantly about the streets of Munich, Amelia tried to analyse and memorise each and every detail of what was soon to be her new home. How she would come to learn fluent German she didn't know, but she would cope. Chestnut hair flowed out from beneath that of a silken bonnet, embroidered with the most intricate of roses. She wore a thin black coat atop of her navy dress, which featured detailed patterns of a black colour. Expensive to say the least, it was an engagement gift from her suitor. She had still not gotten used to referring to him as her fiance. Abruptly pulled from her thoughts as she found herself stumbling backwards ever so slightly, having bumped into someone upon turning at the corner of the street.
"Oh my apologies!" She quickly apologised, sincerity masking up the mild annoyance she had felt. Brushing herself off, she quickly noticed the hole burnt into her coat, anger bubbling up within her for just a moment before dissipating. "I suppose I never really liked this coat anyway," She joked quite plainly, looking up to the stranger with colourful hazel eyes. "Are you alright?"
The crisp air felt wonderful to breath, it being perhaps the only thing the young lady was enjoying about her move to Germany. It was about a month ago she'd arrived here, a consequence of her mother and father finding the perfect suitor for her, their "beloved" daughter, in amongst the upper class German families that resided here. He, the suitor, wasn't as bad as she'd first imagined - as clueless as a box of rocks, though. Lacking any common sense, their two contrasting intelligences was likely to be an issue. But he was sweet, and she had to give him credit for that. Arrangements were being made, and Amelia had found herself swept up into a rush of marital decisions she'd never even thought about having to make; it was ridiculous, and an absolute waste of her time as she saw it. Finally she'd gotten the opportunity to escape, even if for just a little while. Wandering elegantly about the streets of Munich, Amelia tried to analyse and memorise each and every detail of what was soon to be her new home. How she would come to learn fluent German she didn't know, but she would cope. Chestnut hair flowed out from beneath that of a silken bonnet, embroidered with the most intricate of roses. She wore a thin black coat atop of her navy dress, which featured detailed patterns of a black colour. Expensive to say the least, it was an engagement gift from her suitor. She had still not gotten used to referring to him as her fiance. Abruptly pulled from her thoughts as she found herself stumbling backwards ever so slightly, having bumped into someone upon turning at the corner of the street.
"Oh my apologies!" She quickly apologised, sincerity masking up the mild annoyance she had felt. Brushing herself off, she quickly noticed the hole burnt into her coat, anger bubbling up within her for just a moment before dissipating. "I suppose I never really liked this coat anyway," She joked quite plainly, looking up to the stranger with colourful hazel eyes. "Are you alright?"
Phillípe blushed at the unknown woman’s question, thankful for the cold german winter, as his face was completely red due to the low temperature anyway. ”Yes, yes, Miss, don’t worry, I’m alright! What about you, though? Your coat doesn’t seem to have made it in one piece.” He examined the woman’s clothes as slyly as he could in order to see if the coat was expensive. The only clothing visible to him were the stranger’s bonnet and the coat he’d just destroyed, but he could tell they were priced at well above what any commoner could afford. The details and embroidery, the complicated patterns and delicate fabrics brought back memories of the garments his mother & sisters used to wear back home in London. He had been in Munich for a while now, but he still missed his family just as much as on his first day here. ...Well, most of them, at least. For all he cared, his elder sister Wilhelmina could stay out of his life forever. He was doing perfectly fine without being compared to her and measured by the standards she had set. And to think she’s only a measily 4 years older! He did miss little Victoria, though. She was 11 years his junior and very dear to him. He hadn’t seen her in 2 years and missed her terribly. She was, one could say, his protégé; when he was still employed at the Covent Garden Theatre, she’d often stay after the show and imitate Phillípe’s acting and monologues. She was talented and would have, surely, been a great actress, but their parents had mapped out a different path for her. Before Phillípe got too lost in thought, he continued; ”Miss, you must let me reimburse you for the ruined coat somehow. I can tell, by the exquisite fabric used and the, without a doubt, unique embroidery it has been decorated with that it must’ve been very costly and, I’m sure, very dear and befitting to a woman as charming as you. Please, if there’s anything I can do, let me know!” He had quietly hoped she would recognize his face from one of the many posters the Bavarian State Theatre had put up around town to promote it’s latest stage production, with him in the starring role. If she’d recognize him, he could repay her with tickets to one of his shows. He definately did not have the funds or connections to get the coat mended, at least not anymore.
(I don’t have any historic caracters yet so I will use her with an different name)
Like usual Elisabeth runned outside , in the streets off Munchin. She was an orphan not that she cared , if she would have mother , she probably already layed in bed . It was late like usual , she played a bit with the dogs who lived on the streets . She would usual say they we’re her family since they didn’t have a real family like she had.
She noticed 2 people , both pretty and what she tought rich , she was also a It confused , rich people stayed inside reading books well arguing with each other or raising kids .
It also made her a bit happy , she could probably easily steal from them then she could buy chocolate for herself.
Her green eyes noticed the handbag what was on the ground , probably from the lady , she runned to it , not caring if they saw her and grapped the handbag and wanted to run away
Like usual Elisabeth runned outside , in the streets off Munchin. She was an orphan not that she cared , if she would have mother , she probably already layed in bed . It was late like usual , she played a bit with the dogs who lived on the streets . She would usual say they we’re her family since they didn’t have a real family like she had.
She noticed 2 people , both pretty and what she tought rich , she was also a It confused , rich people stayed inside reading books well arguing with each other or raising kids .
It also made her a bit happy , she could probably easily steal from them then she could buy chocolate for herself.
Her green eyes noticed the handbag what was on the ground , probably from the lady , she runned to it , not caring if they saw her and grapped the handbag and wanted to run away
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