WAYward Victorian Girls- Pg/pg13 (Mikey either way)

Kay we gunna try this a bit differently...I have set up the sterotypes/characters of our five guys..and for the most part I will play them so you the players can have fun reacting to the guys..

If you have a direction you want one of the guys to go, tell me And I will try to guide the story there...

Now this MAY not work...But I wanna try and see what happens..

I may assign one of you at one time or another to take over one of the guys..OR if I am not on and two of you are and you wanna play and you need one of they "boys" you can decide among yourselves if you two wanna do that ...

But lets try and keep this PG for now atleast and see where things go....things can be implied with out getting too graphic...

let's see how it goes...



Frankie..the scrappy poor but beautiful pickpocket color is mediumorchid

Robert the Copper..working hard protecting the streets of London..color is yellow

Ray dim but well meaning earnest hard working middle class guy color is orange

Mikes the spoiled rich boy aristocrat that thinks the world owes him some thing color is olive

Gerard the dark mysterious stranger with deep pockets and an even deeper darker secret color is darkred

And yes you can have another's character in your post...you can in this one pit words in other peoples' mouths...


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A dark figure stared out over the fog covered moors...He was pale and bored..he felt that old urge come over him.
Time to play a game..

Time to toy with them...

He hadn't decide which or how many he would try and control like the god he felt sometimes he was.

He called out to his grounds keeper, not twenty paces away..Always near enough to hear and cater to his desires, but not so close as to be in his way..
He turned and looked at the scared underlining, only his eyes showing over the up turned collar of his cloak.


"Bring Round my carriage..I have a hunt to attend..."

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"CATRIONA!" A femine voice bellowed as it's owner practiacally flew down the stairs of the smart london townhouse.
"Did you steal one of my Ribbons again! You KNOW I must be ready for this evenings festivites!" A pale figure in a deep almost Blood red velvet gown declared. Her eyes were angry and almost a deep gray with streaks of white showing through. Normally they were a duller shade of Blue..

That was when she was bored. But not when her emotions ran high..No then you could tell exactly what she was feeling by the color of her eyes.

The deeper blue they were the more interested in something or some one she was.

"My escort shall be arriving shortly and I DO not wish to keep our new neighbor of our country manor waiting.."

(I take it you are happy?)

Calm yourselves. We all know she's a troublemaker, and everyone knows we're all a bit uncontained at times. Called the oldest sister, Vivian, practically gliding down the entryway steps in her ellegantly crafted ball gown, a deep purple in color, with a black cinch around the middle and black designs about the sleaves and hem. The gardener says our guest is at the gates. It is time for us to welcome him to our home, and country.

Scene change I should think...sorry its long but I had nothing to do at work today but think.

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"You should be a boy."
Frank always said that when they were nearly caught, though the fact that Olivia was a girl never seemed to be the reason they were nearly caught.
"Why should I be a boy?" She asked out of patience as she layed on the large bundle of old blankets and ripped and useless coats she and Frank dared to call a bed. It never seemed to be enough for Frank that she dressed like a boy, in oversized clothes now to hide the fact that she was no longer a girl but now becoming a woman.
"Well...you just should be. If you were maybe you wouldn't be blaming me about today."
'Today' what happened was not infact her fault this time. Not really. Olivia and Frank had made it all the way to the better side of town today. Frank always insisted on going there when able because they had the best of everything.
The plan was to pick a few pockets and sell the stuff later in the week, but what happened was a bit different. They met a young man on the road dressed to the nines with a lovely velvet top hat and all, a fair mark for them to try to rob. Frank had started them off by rushing by and snaching the hat off his head and allowing it to fall to the ground. As the gentleman bent to pick it up Olivia reached a careful hand into his coat pocket emptying as much of it as she could in a hurry before he bent back up. Before she could finish though she felt a warn hand on her wrist. She turned in a hurry to see Robert the Cop had her in his grasp. She pulled away from him, hearing Frank yell for her to run. She stole a look back to see a very shocked and angry Robert chasing them and a very amused looking young man smirking after them. After that it was a blur of running away, Frank far ahead of her, the stolen top hat perched neatly on his head. It was only when he realized that she was in trouble that he doubled back and helped pull her along.
Now that they are back safe it was time to relax a bit.
"How would you make me a boy?"
"Probably a nice hair cut is all you need. You already have the smell down."Frank said with a smile. Olivia gave his a hard kick and stole the hat, which he still wore, off his head and onto her own. She allowed it to slip over her ears and eyes, smelling in its clean scent. It was obvious the owner was wealthy by the fact that he had bathed recently. She pulled in another breath as she felt Frank take the shears to her head and her long hair began to fall away in large clumps.

(Alrighty, I have never done an RP before, so bear with me if I am not completely familiar with all the ways of the RPs:p)
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"The gardener says our guest is at the gates...

Marisol heard her elder sister's voice drift upstairs into her large powder room, and she quickly checked one last time the ginger locks that were piled on top of her head. She leapt up from the small bench placed in front of the vanity, her deep gold dress made of exquiste materials gliding with each step she made, and bounded down the steps. A curl fell from atop her head, blocking her view as it bobbed in front of her eyes, almost sending her headfirst down the flight. She slowed her pace as her sisters' voices and footsteps neared.

She greeted her sisters with a small smile as Elizabeth's eyes began to scan her appearance, Marisol was sure she looking for something to criticize her on, but her eyes quickly left her figure, no reprimands given. Marisol knew that Elizabeth's mind was occupied with other things.

She had already made that clear.

(this is all in fun..so don't worry if you are doing it "right" we can be catty and snotty and bitchy..

Let's make a promise now..
NONE of us should take any offence in what is done in the game..
That's why it is called a GAME!)


Elizabeth looked at her Faternal twin, Vivian.
They had been rivals even in the womb..

She was in purple and Black, so Un-fashionable.
She then turned her eye toward Marisol. The gold suited her Ginger locks well. Elizabeth wanted ALL of her sisters to be on their best behaivior tonight..AS least for the moment. IF Father found a flaw with ANY of then, there'd certainly be hell to pay.
He May even deny them the pleasure of tonights ball.

That would NEVER DO as far as Elizabeth was concerned.

Elizabeth quickly ran to the window and looked out. The others all followed suit.
Including one sister, in an upstairs room, already denied the pleasure of a new gown and a splendid party.

Elizabeth gasped as he was helped down from his carriage and turned towards the windows.

An unusual smile lighting his face as he saw them all.

"Do NOT ruin this for us all..ANY of you..May I remind you..UNTIL I am wedded..NONE of you may!"

The mysterious stranger looked up to the manor.

"Yes this game will INDEED be QUITE amusing."

Marisol didn't like to say it, but this man, their new neighbor, was quite dashing

She, however, kept any interest clear of her face. She knew what Elizabeth would do if she caught her littlest sister even looking at who she hoped would soon wed her.

She wouldn't mess this up, for herself or her sisters.

She moved to the back of the small group, settling next to Catriona. The other sisters weren't exactly fond of her, but Marisol was fascinated by her "adventures", always begging her at night to re-tell her favorite stories.

The other Victorian girls were far from approving of the close relationship Catriona and Marisol has developed, they were sure she would just turn into the next trouble maker of the family.

At most times, Marisol could care less. But tonight, she knew she would keep her mouth safely shut.

Marisol saw the smile and returned it with a grin of her own. She slowly nodded her head once, knowing that her sister would understand this to mean "How are you?" They had mastered the art of silent conversation long ago, using it for dinner parties and situations just like this...

Elizabeths eyes flashed as she saw him. He seemed dark and had an aire about him that she found Fascinating.

Elizabeth did not mean to have been so..abrupt with her sisters..But she was desperate to be out of this house once and for all.

She and Catriowna had had a few..Mis adventures together. AS she had with each of her sisters..As far as the countrisde was concerned..This Home housed the sisters named Victorian..
The WAYward Victorian Girls.

Elizabeth was DYING for and adventure of her own.

The Stranger walked up the steps of the manor. His boots smartly clicking on the marble.

It was as though they could all hear it in their heads.
He stopped fro a moment and looked up at them all.

Even though he did not move his lips it was as if they could all hear his voice in theirs hearts and heads.



"Come..Ladies..No..SISTERS..Let us have a game..Let us have some sport..."

Elizabeth turned to where Catriowna and Marisol were seated, and threw herself at their feet, almost weeping she seemed so desperate.
"Please..I need that ribbon for my Opal..I beg of you.."

More from me...
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Olivia was not always the way she was, she just didn't remember her life before that. Her first memory that wasn't a bleary mess was of a much younger Frank watching over her as she slept in their make shift bed as she faught a fever that seemed to have over heated her brain and caused memory loss.
"It boiled away what brains you had." Frank had said. He had a bad sense of humor at a young age it seemed.
When she was well Frank told her about finding her wandering the streets in a thin coat and dress. The two of them quickly sold her clothes and anything else she had with her, for the most part that is. The one thing she kept was a silver pendant watch that always hung around her neck. It was the one thing that held her to her old life because carved into the back was her name. It was really the only way she knew her name to begin with.
Ever since then she and Frank were inseperable, he taught her everything about being a pickpocket and in turn she was company at least. Before long it was a common scene in crowded streets to see the two of them together plotting on how to get their next mark. She doubted highly that anyone even believed she was a girl anymore since she always wore boys clothes, swore like a boy, even smoked cigars like a boy on occassion. It was probably for this reason that officer Robert had seemed so shocked when he finally saw her up close that day. He had never seen her that close, she supposed that he thought she was a boy just like Frank. She supposed that Frank's new haircut would not help that fact.
Olivia breathed in the scent of clean from the hat and thought about the gentleman it belonged to. He was beautiful with dark hair and hazel eyes. He did not seem mad to have been robbed, even a bit amused. She wondered what it would feel like to be that wealthy. So rich that she didn't care if she was robbed or not.
Just then she heard the shears stop their work on her hair.
"Hey Ollie...get up and look at what I did already." Frank said using his nickname for her.
Olivia looked at her reflection in a tea tray they had shined up for a mirror. The hair that use to hang down her back was now cut into a short bob that curled against her ears. She frowned at it, flicking the ends with her finger tips.
"You look pretty good. Nearly as good as me. And this hair will get us some money too once we clean it up."
Olivia sighed, "its not too bad. I mean...it will grow out someday."
Frank smiled at her brightly.
"Good! Now get dressed we are heading out!"
Olivia frowned, pulling back on her oversized coat, "why? Where are we going?"
Frank pulled an invitation out of his own coat pocket, flashing it at her.
"You pulled this out of that joker's coat. This will be free pickings."
Olivia sighed, following Frank out the door as the popped the top hat on her head again.

She looked at Elizabeth, begging at their feet, and was shocked. Her heart was set on this more than Marisol had believed.

She glanced at Catriona out of the corner of her eye, looking for her reaction.