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Tagged ; open for anyone. I just want to try my hand at writing Anakin

Fandom ; Star Wars

Anakin couldn't sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed. He placed his head in his hands as his dreams came back to him. Dreams of Padmé dying and he couldn't shake them off no matter how much he tried to. It felt like a cold hand gripped his heart. It gripped it tightly with the intention of never letting go. He already lost his mother to the Sand people. He had gotten his revenge by killing every single last one. Their cries for mercy still haunted him.

With a frusterated sigh, he rose from the bed he shared with Padmé. He hunted down his shirt. It was underneath Padmé's dress on the floor. Crumpled. He got dressed and grabbed his lightsaber before tiptoeing out of the room. He closed the door behind him carefully, not wanting to wake up Padmé.

"Hey Artoo." He greeted the droid softly as it followed him down the hall. R2 beeped questionly. Despite how tired he was, in both body and soul, he smirked. "Just couldn't sleep anymore buddy."

He tilted his head, hearing the soft sound of footsteps.

Who else was up at this hour?

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Starter for @whoiscredencept2 closed roleplay

The ten year old trailed behind the two men. She had nothing on her small body but the clothes on her back. And a small headband in her hair. She looked around the living room of the mansion and then looked back at the two of them. One looked to be a very important man. Black hair. Wearing a strange set of clothes. The other a skinny young man. His hair long and he looked oddly familiar in a way. She was trying to place him in her mind.

"I can earn my keep." Reila told them quietly. "I can clean. I haven't cooked with enough stuff yet. The lady said that when I was old enough I can start doing other things to help around more."

Her brown eyes, ever so bright and curious, landed on Credence.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked him. "I felt like I had met you before."

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Starter for @general-lafayette

A much needed Eloise and Lafayette first meet! //Not that we had done that already once before

It was a quiet evening around the Continental Camp. Eloise strolled amongst the men in breeches and a shirt. Her blue eyes flashed, taking in her surroundings and she laid a hand on her weapon. A long sword that had been a gift from her father two birthdays ago and she had cherished it ever since. It was one of her prize possessions. The other was a stuffed fox currently in her tent. The fox had been a gift from her father long ago when she had been a child. Her blonde hair had been pulled up into a bun. If there was one thing she was vain about it was her hair. She loved her hair and had cut it short once before.

The wind ruffled past. She raised her head and sniffed the air. It smelled like rain and she loved the rain. She nodded to a few men as they passed her. They bowed and she returned the bow. She had learned long ago not to wear dresses in the camp. It had been a painful lesson but Martha had been able to repair the damage done to the skirts of her favorite dress. Eloise had learned then not to wear the fancier ones. Otherwise she would have already gone through them all. In some ways Eloise was the picture of a noble woman well raised by her parents. In others she was different.

Eloise came up to a commotion and she raised her eyebrows. Some of the men had surrounded an unfortunate person. She had forgotten that a young French man would be arriving in the camp. "What is going on?" Her clear and somewhat sharp voice rang through the air. She walked forward. "I highly doubt that you all are bored and must have something better…..o-oh-" Eloise trailed off as she stared up at a very young nobleman. She bowed low.

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Starter for @martha-washington-official

Alternate Universe ; in which George forbids Eloise from fighting

"That is my decision, Eloise Martha." George Washington's voice was firm. He looked up from his desk. Papers littered the big mahogany desk. The sixteen year old frowned down at one of them. The word "Congress" was peaking out one of them. "I will not have my daughter out there on the battlefield. Especially not in the camp amongst the men. I absolutely refuse to allow you to be subjected to those types of behaviors. That's the end of this discussion and I will not have it from your mouth anymore. You will be a lady of your rank and you will be a housewife just like your mother. No." He added as Eloise opened her mouth angrily. "No more."

Without a final word she swept her emerald green dress into a curtsy. Her eyes gleamed like cold stones. She straightened and stalked out of his study, slamming the door shut behind her. The servants scattered hastily out of the way and went about on their day. She raised an eyebrow. Her anger lifting and she couldn't help but to look amused at them. They must have heard them arguing. She did have the temper of both her parents. Even more so her mother than her father and that was the scary part.

A sigh escaped from her lips as she walked into the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped. "Oh mama." Eloise looks up at her mother. She took a deep breath. "Papa didn't approve of it." Eloise had talked to her mother before she talked to George. "He says he wouldn't allow me in the camp and that Congress won't allow it for sure." She rolled her eyes.

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Ooc // ; Finna be spamming replies and working on some starters. Feeling productive today!

Also another plotting call!

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Ooc // ;; Modern Eloise will be a raging bisexual with multi colored hair and an influencer with a background in business and accounting.

Change my mind

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Ooc // ;; I'm alive I swear! Adjusting to new work hours takes time but I'll answer dms and posts tonight!

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Starter for @cabbxges-and-kings

Characters involved ;; Abraham Woodhull and Eloise Washington

Location ;; Setakuet

"Easy girl." The cloaked figure clicked her tongue. The sweet and easy going mare she had borrowed from camp stopped immediately. "Good girl." The figure whispered and patted her neck. With a deep breath, the person jumped easily from the horse and pushed back the hood of her green embroiedered cloak. Startling blue eyes surveyed the town with interest. Blonde hair happily escaping the hasty braid that it had been put in. The figure was a woman and the woman was none other than Eloise Washington. So this is Setakuet, she mused as she started walking, but not before making sure the horse was secured.

Eloise had heard of Setakuet from both Benjamin and Caleb. Noises began to fill her as people were busy doing their daily tasks. She relaxed with each step. She saw British soliders walking or marching. A shiver automatically ran down her spine. She couldn't help it. She looked like any other young common girl. Her dress plain. She carried knives with her but they were well hidden. Eloise made sure of that.

"Now where is....ah!" She brightened as she saw the tavern she was supposed to be meeting Abraham Woodhull. She opened the door and walked in, wrinkling her nose. Drunken idiots, she thought of the British soliders and she walked past them. Her eyes landed on a lonesome figure at a table. She took a deep breath and walked forward.

"Weather's better than I expected here." Eloise commented idly as she sat down next to him. She stayed silent, waiting for their response.