Maisie's heart sank. "Just back to my cottage I guess." She mumbled. "It's at the edge of the woods-"
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Hello! My name is Copilotbookworm (well, obviously not IRL, but here, it's as good as a name). I started roleplaying with a bunch of friends on a google document almost exactly two years ago. At the time, I had no idea what I was getting into. Now, I love almost any kind of roleplay (mystery, romance, sci-fi, fantasy... the list goes on and on.) The only things I really can't stand for very long are hardcore horror roleplays because I usually end up killing my characters since they're the kind of people who can't handle stress. I'm really friendly, my characters are usually smart, shy, or both. I'm willing to fill the less popular roles in roleplays for the sake of the story, and I love watching characters grow and change as the plot progresses. If anyone wants me to join one of their roleplays, message me and I'll take a look at it!
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Sivan started leaving, and Maisie cried out once again. "Wait!" She sprinted after him. "You can't just leave me here!" She glanced behind her. "I don't even know where I am- that's hardly polite."
Maise froze in her tracks. Against her will, her could feel blood rushing into her cheeks. She tried not to meet his eye. The truth was- she had been stalking him for about two years- NOT in a creepy way... well... maybe sort of creepy if you heard about it out of context. She bit her lip. What am I supposed to say? I can't just tell him I've stopped by his house without fail for the last two years. That'd be... awkward. Maisie's mind scrambled to concoct a lie.
"I- I uh..." She stammered. "I... I live in a cottage near your castle... people talk about you sometimes." It was a lame lie, but it was all she could come up with on the fly.
"I- I uh..." She stammered. "I... I live in a cottage near your castle... people talk about you sometimes." It was a lame lie, but it was all she could come up with on the fly.
Maisie wasn't sure what was going on. There was magic at work here- she knew that, and from her experience, magic folk didn't like people telling them how to use their magic. She glanced in between the new girl and Sivan.
"Um... sorry for him." She apologized. She started running after him.
"Sivan! Wait!" She called.
"Um... sorry for him." She apologized. She started running after him.
"Sivan! Wait!" She called.
Maisie wasn't sure what happened, but it took her a few seconds to catch her breath. When she looked up, her eyes went wide, her face turned pale and her cheeks turned red. "Oh... yeah... I'm fine." She said, immediately stepping away from Sivan. Yes, she knew Sivan... she knew him better than most people knew their own families. But he didn't know her.
There... there was something in the woods... larger than anything I've ever seen. It started chasing me and... she looked down at the ground. "Thanks for your help."
There... there was something in the woods... larger than anything I've ever seen. It started chasing me and... she looked down at the ground. "Thanks for your help."
Would you mind if I created a character?
(This is Maisie, also known as Little Red Riding Hood she doesn't hate magic, but guns and weapons have always been more useful for her.)
Maisie leaned calmly against a tree trunk and closed her eyes. They had gone somewhere, though she wasn't completely certain where. She tried to blot out the noise of her breathing. Eventually, the sounds of the forest crept into her ears.
She could hear the dark chirping of the crickets, and the soft hissing of the wind blowing gently through the leaves. But where are the wolves? She wondered. Jack had been running ahead, said he had to check something, and then... silence. This dreadful, awful, silence. The wind, the crickets, the trees, they made noise, but they couldn't fill the hollow emptiness in the air... With a start, Maisie realized her hands were shaking. If she hadn't been forcing herself to stay quiet, she would have chuckled. She wasn't afraid of anything... almost.
After that indecent at her grandmother's house all those years ago, nothing could terrify her. After being forced through such horror at such a young age, instead of curling up at home and refusing to go outside, she dedicated her life to never being defenseless again. It had taken a little work, but Maisie had trained herself day in and out to become the sharpshooting legend she was now. As long as she had her cape and her pistol, nothing could touch Maisie's heart with fear.
But now, here she was trembling, her blood red cap draped around her shoulders and her pistol clutched tightly in her right hand. Why was she trembling? It's because, for once, I don't know where anything is... but I can feel it... watching me. She thought, shivering.
Suddenly, a loud crack sounded just behind her. Maisie span. Only a few feet away a huge growling monster had been crouching. It stood on it’s two hind paws and bared it’s teeth. Maisie didn't even wait to see what it was. She screamed, and ran. With a howl, the monster shot into action and started chasing her.
Maisie dashed haphazardly through the trees. Vines and branches were whipping past her face, but she didn't try to avoid them. She was running in blind terror. Agilely, Maisie skipped over a tiny brook. Moments later, the echoing splash of the monster still chasing her reached her ears. Gasping, Maisie grappled at the strings of her red cloak. So maybe the magic no longer worked, but she had to try!
Being so busy with her cloak, the girl didn't notice how far through the forest she had run. Within seconds, she burst out of the underbrush, and tripped on a large root. Balance lost, she stumbled, then tumbled out onto a main road. About twenty feet away, a carriage loomed in front of her.
“HELP ME! PLEASE!” She screamed. (Done)
Maisie leaned calmly against a tree trunk and closed her eyes. They had gone somewhere, though she wasn't completely certain where. She tried to blot out the noise of her breathing. Eventually, the sounds of the forest crept into her ears.
She could hear the dark chirping of the crickets, and the soft hissing of the wind blowing gently through the leaves. But where are the wolves? She wondered. Jack had been running ahead, said he had to check something, and then... silence. This dreadful, awful, silence. The wind, the crickets, the trees, they made noise, but they couldn't fill the hollow emptiness in the air... With a start, Maisie realized her hands were shaking. If she hadn't been forcing herself to stay quiet, she would have chuckled. She wasn't afraid of anything... almost.
After that indecent at her grandmother's house all those years ago, nothing could terrify her. After being forced through such horror at such a young age, instead of curling up at home and refusing to go outside, she dedicated her life to never being defenseless again. It had taken a little work, but Maisie had trained herself day in and out to become the sharpshooting legend she was now. As long as she had her cape and her pistol, nothing could touch Maisie's heart with fear.
But now, here she was trembling, her blood red cap draped around her shoulders and her pistol clutched tightly in her right hand. Why was she trembling? It's because, for once, I don't know where anything is... but I can feel it... watching me. She thought, shivering.
Suddenly, a loud crack sounded just behind her. Maisie span. Only a few feet away a huge growling monster had been crouching. It stood on it’s two hind paws and bared it’s teeth. Maisie didn't even wait to see what it was. She screamed, and ran. With a howl, the monster shot into action and started chasing her.
Maisie dashed haphazardly through the trees. Vines and branches were whipping past her face, but she didn't try to avoid them. She was running in blind terror. Agilely, Maisie skipped over a tiny brook. Moments later, the echoing splash of the monster still chasing her reached her ears. Gasping, Maisie grappled at the strings of her red cloak. So maybe the magic no longer worked, but she had to try!
Being so busy with her cloak, the girl didn't notice how far through the forest she had run. Within seconds, she burst out of the underbrush, and tripped on a large root. Balance lost, she stumbled, then tumbled out onto a main road. About twenty feet away, a carriage loomed in front of her.
“HELP ME! PLEASE!” She screamed. (Done)
Hello! I'm new (obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be posting here). I love almost any kind of roleplay (mystery, romance, sci-fi, fantasy... the list goes on and on.) The only things I really can't stand for very long are hardcore horror roleplays because I usually end up killing my characters since they're the kind of people who can't handle stress. I'm really friendly, my characters are usually smart, shy, or both. I'm willing to fill the less popular roles in roleplays for the sake of the story, and I love watching characters grow and change as the plot progresses. If anyone wants me to join one of their roleplays, message me and I'll take a look at it!
I'm excited to be here! ~Copilotbookworm
I'm excited to be here! ~Copilotbookworm
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