Fredericksburg Part 2
Nathaniel found himself snatched back.
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Fredericksburg Part 2
Nathaniel found himself snatched back.
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slavery starters
“You belong to me now, do you understand?! I don’t want to hear a single complaint!” “How dare you speak up to me?!” ”At the market they told me you were well behaved, you better not disappoint me now.” “How dare you complain while I provide you with food and a bed?” ”I paid good money for your pretty face. It’s not too much to ask you to do this for me…” “You don’t get to decide what happens to you. I own you!” “I don’t care whether it’s hard work. You do it because I paid for you to do it.” “If you oppose me, I will punish you so much you won’t even dare to speak again.” “Your personal feelings don’t exist anymore. You obey. Nothing more.” “You can’t take it anymore? Then I must bring you back. Broken products should be returned.” “Tell me who you belong to. I like to hear you say it.” “I do with you whatever I want from now on.” “Work through your hunger. You will get fed when you deserve it.” ”I think you’ve deserved the evening off. I know you’re overheated, go bathe.” ”You’ll need to get used to things around here, but I expect no complaints.” ”I don’t treat you half as badly as some out there. Aren’t you grateful?” ”I am not supposed to feel affection for you, slave, but I have no one else around to talk to.” ”I wouldn’t have slaves if I didn’t need them. Now do your job and don’t look at me like that.” “You can work harder than this.” “Don’t disappoint me, slave, or you’ll get punished.” “I expected you to be done with this this morning already. Have you been slacking? You know what happens when people don’t work their hardest, don’t you?” ”You serve me well, slave. I’m very fond of you. Now, keep this up another few years and you might even see your freedom again one day.” “Your tears mean nothing to me.” ”I’m not satisfied with your work. Try harder.” “You are supposed to fear me.”
NATM Drabbles Part 2
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Once he’d recovered from the shock of seeing one of his most dear friends again, and in such a state, Theodore forced himself to take a second look. What had first been mistaken for bone on the hands and feet was an armor created by colonies of crustaceans and coral. It was joined where limbs needed to articulate and colored similar to bone, but was really the sea taking over the body. Ragged and hanging in shreds that left the sailor to wonder why it was even still held on to, the coat that he recalled from better memories of Mister Thatch was bleached almost beyond recognition by the salt water. It was overgrown with barnacles and clung to by urchins and sea stars, and given sheen by a slime of rotted weeds and any other manner of former sea life.
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Everything about the monstrously deformed sailor terrified and repulsed Grey. It was hard to pin it down in words, but the soldier decided it was that because physically, the feller looked like how the lack of memory made him feel. Grey had lost his name, his past, and as far as he knew, everything that made him the soldier that Miss Katherine remembered. Seemed the feller who said his name was Manse had that same problem, except that for him you could see it. When it could be helped then Grey did his best to avoid the storage basement or the maritime hall unless Miss Katherine went there, and of course, then he was obligated to follow.
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//Hey guys, sorry for my absence, but the last few weeks have been really really hard and this week isn’t looking to be any better. I’m actually going to be moving on really short notice and I don’t know where I’ll be moving too. Some of my plans have fallen through and I haven’t been able to make good on the contract for my house. (I’ve been renting to own, but my contract expires this weekend and I don’t have the money to close on the house, so I have to be out of the house by Monday).
//I’m not sure what’s going to happen and I might not be back. But even if I’m not, I’m very glad and grateful to have met all of you. You guys have been really fantastic and I hope and wish you the best!
The beginnings of the American Revolution, simplified
BRITISH EMPIRE: All right, fine, your stupid embargo worked. We won’t levy any more taxes-
AMERICAN COLONIES: Huzzah! Time to get drunk!
BRITISH EMPIRE: Except on tea.
AMERICAN COLONIES: What?
BRITISH EMPIRE: Get over it, it’s just tea. Seriously, where do you get this idea that you’re special and should never have to pay taxes? We hope that idea doesn’t go on to infect your political discourse centuries from now.
AMERICAN COLONIES: We’re not buying your stupid tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Are you being serious right now? What are you going to do, just stop drinking tea?
AMERICAN COLONIES: Yes. We’ll drink coffee.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Do you even know what that is?
AMERICAN COLONIES: No, but we’ve heard it’s good and we’re feeling surly.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Fine, whatever, we don’t even care what you do anymore.
BRITISH EAST INDIA COMPANY: Actually, we are pretty much bankrupt, so you need to make them drink the tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Oh, for—just drink the tea.
AMERICAN COLONIES: No.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Do it.
AMERICAN COLONIES: NO.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Drink it.
AMERICAN COLONIES: Fuck you.
BRITISH EMPIRE: Drink it or we’ll punch you in the face.
AMERICAN COLONIES: *Boston Tea Party*
BRITISH EMPIRE: What the hell?
AMERICAN COLONIES: We heard it was Indians.
BRITISH EMPIRE: That’s interesting, because we heard it was a bunch of colonists wearing paint and dressed in costumes that were remarkably similar to what a crowd of drunks who wanted to look like Indians would assemble if the only supplies they had were found in an alley behind a bar.
AMERICAN COLONIES: You get all types in Boston.
BRITISH EMPIRE: …*Coercive Acts*
AMERICAN COLONIES: Oh, it is ON.
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Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the jubilee! Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free! So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia.
Katherine grinned and stood up as she joined in the lively tune. “Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song,” she sang. “Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along. Sing it as we used to sing it, 50,000 strong while we were marching through Georgia!”
Oh, how Grey would scowl at her if he ever heard her singing this. Being a butternut himself, his pride and indignation would no doubt burn at the hum of its tune. But being a Union girl herself, she felt no such reservations and sang with gusto as she and Mr. Anon continued their improvised concert.
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❛ Every man must die. But first he must live. ❜ ❛ Is that meant to insult me? ❜ ❛ Old stories are like old friends. You have to visit them from time to time. ❜ ❛ You’re mine. Mine, as I’m yours. ❜ ❛ The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. ❜ ❛ Don’t tell me to leave. ❜ ❛ When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him. ❜ ❛ We look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❜ ❛ You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❜ ❛ We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us. ❜ ❛ Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave. ❜ ❛ Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don’t know. ❜ ❛ You don’t even know what a brothel is. ❜ ❛ And any man who must say ‘I am king’ is no true king at all. ❜ ❛ Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. ❜ ❛ You must be strong. You must have fire in your eyes when you face them, not tears. ❜ ❛ Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something. ❜ ❛ Half-truths are worth more than outright lies. ❜ ❛ A man who hates music can’t be trusted, I always say. ❜ ❛ Sooner would be better than later, and now would be better than sooner. ❜

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Must be weird then if he looks different. Do you prefer him the other way?
Katherine nodded and smiled as she looked over at Dal who was examining one of the items on the store shelves. “It is strange, but actually I think him rather dashing in this form.”
Realizing what she’d just said, the young woman blushed slightly and leaned in close so as to whisper to Mr. Anon. “Don’t say anything about it though. He’s still struggling with being or not being a Dalek and it would only rile him up more. One would never think a Dalek to be the sensitive type - especially Dal.”
She frowned, her eyes softening as her gaze returned to the former Dalek.
"Miss Katherine," He shifted uncertainly, "...Happy New Year." ~goodolerebelsoldier
Katherin grinned and approached the apprehensive soldier. She’d seen him have nerves before but this was especially endearing.
“And to you, Mr. Hopkins,” she cooed and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Happy New Year.”
How can you be friends with someone who is so mean all the time?
“Let’s just say I’ve had to deal with my share of the unrefined,” Katherine replied with chuckle her thoughts drifting over all the unpleasant folk she knew, Dal and Grey being the fore-most.
“It just takes patience, wherewithal, and the stubbornness of a mule not to let them get you down,” she said and thought back to her time with Grey in the surgeons tents of ‘64, and Dal during the early months of his treatment.
“Eventually... that patience that patience wears them down and if you’re looking for the good inside them or simply trying to share the good inside you, you’ll find it - even if it wasn’t there before. He-” She paused and pointed at the former Dalek perusing the shelves of the Tower. “-is proof of that. I can tell you there wasn’t a lick of good inside that man before, but now you can see a seed of it growing inside him. It just goes to show that no matter how cantankerous they are, there’s always a chance for good if they’re open to it.”
HIATUS -> SEMI-HIATUS
// *slinks in and dusts off the blog* Well, it looks like I might be able to get back into the world of RP! Things have settled down A LOT since I was last on, I might be able to get some posts in! (Possibly. Depends on how much my tendinitis kicks up while writing.) Anyway, With me and my family being in a more stable Environment and my stepdad doing A LOT better, I’m going to try and be a little more active in the near future! It wont be any super-activity all at once though, so bear with me, ‘kay?
//To those who’ve stuck around even through my hiatus, thanks for sticking around and I hope we get the chance to RP soon! ;D

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How did you know it was Nathaniel at the museum when even he doesn't know?
Katherine looked over from the bench and back at civil war exhibit, now quiet with the rise of the sun.
“I.. I don’t know,” she admitted to the stranger, resting her chin on her hand. “I guess I got so swept up in the moment when I first came in.. It was like being back in the tents or on the battlegrounds. He doesn’t even look like ol’ Johnny.. at least not the one I knew. But there’s something.. something about him that’s just the same, you know? Oh, you probably wouldn’t know. But if you did, it’d probably be like meeting an old friend after they’ve had their face completely replaced. You know it’s them. You just..”The young woman sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s not him and he’s just humoring me? Maybe it’s just the wishful thinking of a lonely nurse who’s lived far longer than anyone’s meant to? Who knows? Either way, it’s good to have him around. Even though he might not be Hopkins, it’s still nice to be with someone who can at least pretend they’re from my own century.”
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