Young Writers Society

You are now living in Early America. The Boston Tea party was just established and you and your family are trying to deal with the war going on between Great Britain. Vast plains surround your families property and the man of the house is recommended to pay all bills that go to the property. No rules – the constitution—was not established yet, and most men get in street fights over silly agruments. The people of these ages usually dress differently then we do now.

Men wear clothes like this-- Here.

And women usually wear dresses (gowns) like this -- Here
Or this.

Rules:-No magic. This is real life, and don’t want some monster coming in to interrupt—even with all the violence going on.
- No godmodding.
-No sex – though this was a time when lots of drama and affairs were going on—so just put a **FADEOUT** and time lapse to hint it.
-PLEASE KEEP POSTING UNLESS SIGNALING YOUR CHARACTER OUT.

Have fun!

William

Walking over the cobblestone of town, I keep the letter in my hands and seek the rebel leader of town. He had not been in his usual quarters nor in the church, and Father's letter to him is of the most dire of circumstances. Or so he leads me to believe. As he works our land, I travel across our small, Boston-like village and look for the illegal congressman who believes in fighting the mother-country, as Father is influencing me towards as well.

Isabel

My little brother clutching my hand as he waddles into the streets, I follow him as I step on the rims of my dress a couple times. My heels click on the stone roades and caraiges ride through as open markets sell their produce for coins. Men with guns arm the streets, protecting us from some of the lobsterbacks - as I call them.

My four year old brother, Luke, starts mumbling in his baby british accent about how he wants a rubber ball for his birthday, while leading me to a market. Sighing, I grab a straw basket and check how many coins mother gave me.

William

Passing through the reeking tavern, I find Mister Smith and hand over the letter. My eyes brightly shine as I glance over all the men with guns, signing up for the war against Britain. It takes the smidgens of doubt I have left not to sign my own name, though I'm sure it would help if Mother taught me how to.

Remembering the coins in my coat pocket, I head towards the marketplace and look at the fresh fish for the day. Father said he wanted a celebration dinner tonight, more than just the chickens and heifers we have out back. How much is the tuna?

Isabel

Finding I only have five, I remember how mother told me she wanted a gallon of tea for the ball-- the celebration tonight in the courtsroom. Finding that I have an extra coin left, I buy the gallon and put it in a wagon before looking at the newsrolls by the paying station. Local congressmen fight for liberty.

I shake my head, finding this whole thing silly, and take Luke's hand again.

William

I nearly bump into a girl towing a little boy around by the hand, not paying attention to anything around me. My coins spill out of my hands and onto the stone below. Apologizing, i crouch down and scoop all four of them up.

Isabel

A boy almost bumps into me and I swallow, nodding, "It's okay. Happens all the time," I flash a smile when he stands and hesiate before offering my hand, "Isabel. General Price's daughter. Perhap's you've heard of him?"

William

I stand and shift all my coins into one hand, shaking hers with the other. Flashing a smile back, I don't believe her at first when she says she's General Price's daughter, "I would be lying if I said I didn't, miss. My father speaks of him all the time. I'm William Scott."

Isabel

I nod, "Nice to meet you. And yes, that'd be probrably possible. My father is...in charge of the army along with others-- though I don't really pay attention to that kind of life."

Luke pulls at my dress and I glance down at him, "This is Luke, my little brother."

William

I nod back and politely nod again at her younger sibling, glancing back up at her, "You don't agree with the independence movement?"

Isabel

I hesitate, "Well...lets just say I don't want any part of it. I don't like violence, and all I'm worried about is my family getting hurt." I remember something, "Are you going to the ball tonight? Celebration, rather?"

William

I nod slowly, "I believe so. My father plans on showing up, and my mother is preparing a dish for it. And you?"

Isabel

I nod, "Yes. It's maditory for me."

William

I nod and glance at the fish again for a moment, "Well, I hope to see you there. I should be finishing up errands for my parents."

Isabel

I nod and glance at my wagon again, "See you."