I have this idea.
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Yay~ :D Gracias.
Yes yes please do! :D Who do you want to be? -
De nada. :3
Yay~ I want to be.. Uhm.. the slave. :D -
Okie. ^^ I don't have a picture ready yet for mine, so I'll just give some details. You can get a pic for yours or just makes details as well. Whatever you want to do. x3
Name: James (Jamie) Hartfield
Age: 16
Hair: Blonde, shortish
Eyes: Grayish blue
Skin: Very fair
Other: Like before, very sweet and kind, shy, likes animals and being around the stable and garden. -
Okay~. ^^ Hopefully the picture for mine isn't so bad.
Name: Girvan Santos
Age: 16ish
Le looks:
But the clothes would be changed to something much more fitting for the time. xP And he has a few scars here and there from the work loads and all that.
..I'm sorry, but right now the only things I'm thinking is that the slaves were African America.. -
.. He can be a Latin slave--- /shot.
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Ah, no worries. The pic is good. ^^
Si, though we can mix it up if you like and he could be Latin or whatever you want. :3 -
Late post. xD Yes! *shoots shooter*
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Okies. .3.
Yey! I thought of something! :'D Okay then, I guess he's Latino. -
Hehe, yay. ^^ Okay, I'll start us off, then.
Jamie had woken up early like he usually would, right as the sun was inching upward. He enjoyed going out during this time so he could watch it, and see the outside in the morning. He'd usually get scolded by his parents for it, but he'd gotten much better at sneaking and hiding. -
Okay. .3.
Girvan had been up since early morning, working in the fields with many other people. Like any other day, really. Currently he was resting near the others. The older men had told him to do so, and though it was a time for him to take it easy.. He was uncomfortable. -
When he passed by the fields of all the slave workers, Jamie frowned softly. It always hurt him to see how hard things were for them, and that his family was the one doing it to them. He wished he could go over, but he was afraid and much too shy. His eyes wandered to a young man around his age standing out there, and he turned his head away again softly.
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He felt someone's presence nearby, but didn't dare turn. He remembered that on occasions, some of the slaves were beaten if they took their eyes off their work for a few seconds. But he couldn't help himself, so he turned and saw one of his master's sons. He looked bitterly for a second, then turned away. He tried to stop the thumping in his chest by calming himself down, but nothing took away that fear.
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He ran off toward the nearby hill, trying to clear his mind again. He couldn't help hating his very identity, being associated with the horrors of his family. How could he reverse it, and show that's now who he was?
"James!" A harsh voice called out to him, causing him to turn around and see his older brother approaching. "Come back to the house! Or I'll tell mama and have her deal with ya!" "Yes, Louis!" He quietly sighed and ran back. He remembered he would have his private studies soon. -
He walked back to the fields, his body weak, yet determined. "I'll start up again," he called out in Spanish. Though when he called it out, he made sure he wasn't so loud. The masters got angry when they spoke their mother language instead of English.
The older men only nodded at him and left him some space to work in picking cotton. It wasn't his favorite thing to do, but it was the only thing he really could do. -
As Jamie followed, he heard one of them call out in Spanish, a language that always fascinated him even if he couldn't learn it. His teacher would only teach of the 'classical languages', like Latin, French and Greek.
"Hurry up, mutt!" Louis's favorite nickname for his brother brought him back to reality and he started running toward the house.
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