Yet Another Victorian Chat!

I want one more!!!

Name: Capria Hale
Gender: Female
Age: 17
What are you?: Circus Preformer/ Street Lurker.
Appearance: Dark brown- nearly black hair, tanned, light eyes, full lips, lean, medium height
Bio: Capria's mother and father were both born in France and worked in the Cirque d'hiver in Paris. After Capria turned 13, though, options were limited, so they sent her to America. They always promised to come to America someday, so the family could be reunited. After two years, she lost hope and now stays on the street.

I wanna make a graverobber too, and then I'll be officially done!
I'm so happy people are getting excited about this!

Avery.The.Cannibal wrote:Wow, no one else likes the prostitues?

Isadora was almost a prostitute, but then I realized we needed seine in the asylum. Should I make one instead of a graverobber?

I dunno... If you make one, she could be Lucia's friend ^-^ But I don't care either way.

I'm so tempted to make both, but then I'd have a total of seven charries.
The drug dealers, the crazy, the murderer, the heiress, and now possibly a graverobber and prostitute. Would that be too much?

Maybe just a little...

Eh, I guess I'll just hold off on them for now until the need arises.
Anywho, let's start!

Lucien: I take a men's cigar from my purse and put it to my lips. Everyone else was still in the ballroom, and mother and father would think nothing of it if I smelt like smoke. All of my clothes smell of incense anyway. I put my hands behind my head after lighting it and let out a few puffs. At least there weren't any superstitions about smoking.

What's the setting...?

Right now, she's at a party at another person's manor. I haven't decided where everyone else is yet, but they're all in London. Should I have someone out on the street?

Yeah, that might be good.

Lucia: I sighed, looking back and forth up the street. I was one of the lucky girls. The girls who didn't have a disease. Somehow, despite my profession, I took pride in that. I sat on a step by an old church, gaining a dirty look from a passing woman.

Leonard: Damn it, where's Dr. Potts? He asks me to meet him here, and the one day I'm on time he decides not to show up. I start shivering again and pull my threadbare coat tighter around my body. Will I get fired if I leave? It's been an hour and everyone else seems to be going home. The only other people on the street now are the occasional pack of beggars, loud prostitutes, or pissy looking servants. I sigh and huddle on the ground to try to get some warmth.

Lucia: I watched as a boy slumped in a corner. "Excuse me? Are you alright?" I asked, taking a wary step closer him. I cocked my head to the side, letting my blonde hair roll down.

Leonard: "Fine, I guess," I sigh as I shakily take a piece of toffee from my pocket. Whether it's the cold or my nerves that are making them shake like that, I'll never know. "You haven't seen a rather tall man walking about, have you? An older man with a mustache and graying hair?"

Lucia: I thought for a minute. "No, I don't believe I have. Sorry," I said pursing my lips.

Leonard: "Damn." I close my eyes and lean my head against the building behind me. "Thanks anyway." It's when I open my eyes again that I see her. A woman with fluffy black hair billowing from under her hat and the drab clothing of a personal servant. I pull my hat further down over my eyes as I watch the lost expression on her face. And suddenly, I hope the old man never shows.

Ello?

whats happened?

Nothing really. Lucien's outside of a party/ball and Leonard and Lucia were talking outside, although he sees a girl he wants to kill.

O.O murder already? This is gonna be interesting

Yep, lol.
So, who do you wanna talk to? I was thinking of making a prostitute and a graverobber, but that might be too much. Unless I replace the twins...

Nope. We gotta have twins. I'm now establishing it as a tradition for Victorian chats. XD

Hmm...it appears you've logged off anyway.

Hey Jack, wanna do something with our gravediggers?

...so alone...

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