Oh and summary... Hmm. Not much has happened. Characters are getting to know each other. A few rebels are off hunting in the woods, some are in the camp, the king is in a very very private meeting with the Rebel President. um and I'm thinking it's time for drama to happen or something lol
::Erickson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Jamestown ::
{Bad post is bad}Eric fell silent, having no way to contribute to the conversation. He also had no idea where Quinn was leading them too. He couldn't help direct, since he didn't leave the castle enough to know Jamestown well enough. He's not even sure he had ever ventured out this far. Well it was going to be an adventure, he decided. Luckily enough, his father had mentioned some important meetings happening today so he wouldn't be missing Eric, hopefully.
{Bad post is bad}Eric fell silent, having no way to contribute to the conversation. He also had no idea where Quinn was leading them too. He couldn't help direct, since he didn't leave the castle enough to know Jamestown well enough. He's not even sure he had ever ventured out this far. Well it was going to be an adventure, he decided. Luckily enough, his father had mentioned some important meetings happening today so he wouldn't be missing Eric, hopefully.
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::King Jonathon Jackson:: 34 :: Open & Single :: Unknown :: Castle's private gathering room ::
Jonathon caught the gold in one hand. He studied the lettering on the coin for a few moments before pocketing it. He shrugged. "Like I said, it 'appears' to be your name. But it is not. That is impossible." He stood and patted his suit down. "Well, thank you for returning it. May I show you to the door?" He was ready to get her out of the door as soon as possible. He read her name. It read 'Grimm' but she did not need to know that.
::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
Rose reached down to the trap in search of anything that may be in it. Much to her disappointment, the trap was empty. 'There was something here." She searched the ground for a moment. "It ate the bait and it didn't trigger the trap." She frowned, moving the parts of the trap and leaves around. She set the crawdad as the trap's bait. "That sucks."
::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: Central Mysery
Ivory was silent when he finally dropped her hand. In fact, she was a little worried about being around the boy. People would be after him. Is that really what he had said? She wondered if maybe she had heard him wrong. She had a feeling she didn't though. "I'm looking for..." She wasn't sure she could explain why she was looking for it, but hopefully he wouldn't ask. "Well, I need to find some information about my family." That's normal for people to do, right? What did they call it? "I'm interested in..." She paused trying to find the word. "Genealogy. Yeah, the genealogy of my family." She smiled, hoping it would distract him from thinking she was strange.