[ Time of death... ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[[ *dips head in respect; walks carrying black flowers and is dressed in black. ]]

[[FIGHT! This cannot die]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[ Then whose turn is it?! ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[[ If you look, GW posted very recently... Well, very close to when the RP posts stopped coming. Maybe a soldier could respond to what he said? Or one of the modern-day people? ]]

[ Yes well I actually did notice Joker but since my charrie was caught up in the middle of the action.. I thought it was up to others to post.. ]



Lynn gasped when the soldier's head hit that of Henrietta. A sudden nauseau spread through her body. Something was very, very wrong. This couldn't be a play? The smile on her was long gone but slowly she started to realise what was happening..

This couldn't be a play so it had to be real. And that meant there were many of them with arms, against a few teens. Usually she wouldn't believe her own conclusion but her logic made sense now.

"STOP!" she shrieked as watched Jake attack the soldier. Did he wanted himself to be killed? Lynn struggled to get free from the grasp of the soldier who was holding her and ran over to Jake, trying to stop him. "Stop Jake!" She looked deep into his eyes as to force him to stop. "Do you want us to get killed?"

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Jesse looked up at the man beside him and then stared back at the group, far in the distance. "Nay" he said thoughtful "this ain't an orderly group of soldiers. Captives maybe but the British must be even more out of their minds than I thought to be wondering about around here in this weather.." He was silent for a moment and then winked at his friend with a smile. " I was hoping for a little amusement."
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[This was my last post: after that Chase, a soldier and Washington posted. So it's up to the others.. ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Alan heard murmurs from soldiers behind him, and turned to join them. "These are no British captives. They're children. What the deuce they are doing wandering the countryside in this weather, I do not know, but they are no more soldiers than that squirrel. Now, spies.." His words took a thoughtful tone as his eyes drifted over the group. Now that they had come closer, he could see their pale, frightened faces. Well, those that weren't fighting off muskets. Alan gave a dry chuckle. Why would they fight back against a group of soldiers?

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going on a journey through my old claims

[ * nudges Ara and Pan*

Otherwise I'll use one of JF's duckies of doom! ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Jake was cold, freezing cold but that did not stop the fire in his eyes nor the quickness of his movements as he tried to combat these, well these soldiers from hurting any of his classmates. Even though he knew only a handful of them, he couldn't help but be worried that something was terribly wrong about this situation. The moment he heard Lynn shouting to him though he stopped and froze, letting his eyes wander to hers.

"Of course I don't, but we cannot just stand here and let these strangers take us away..." He whispered heatedly to her so that only she and maybe some of the others close to him would hear. Once he had that out of his system he slumped a bit, taking a long deep clensing breath and letting it go.

It seemed like him and his classmates were no longer in control...

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Lynn looked at Jacob, her hazel eyes wide. This whole scene had frightened her and affected her as she usually had a solution for everything. "Don't give them an excuse to hurt you.." she whispered back and after casting a quick glance at the weapons of the soldiers she continued in a low voice: "Their guns are real.."

Then the man on the horse, obviously the leader of the soldiers, spoke. So they were prisoners Lynn thought. That was bad.. She looked at the others, watching how they were taking all this while the soldiers started to move and forced them to walk with them towards their camp.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

As the group entered the camp, Washington remained silent. He had nothing more to say. He heard the captives and soldiers talking and whispering, but he did not interfer with his own voice. Soon his horse was trotting at the head of the group through the camp.

Only when the group stopped in the middle of the camp, did Washington speak.

"I want these... children to be taken to the prison. Tye their hands and legs with rope and put them in one of the tents. Have soldiers guard them, and if possible, keep them seperated." Washington's horse stamped her foot impatiently, swishing her tail back and forth.

James signed. He heared the General's order. He disappeared back into his own tent at the edge of camp. He sat down on the hard ground. He stared at the lamp. It stared back at him. It was still daylight outside, there was no use for it. He looked around. Most likely someone one of the prisoners might be placed in his tent. His tent mate had become ill with the first few weeks, after the dead soildar body had been moved. He had moved his tent away. His tent mate had been his friend. They had been from the same town, had gone to school, played together as boys. He took the rope down from inside is back that laid open on the ground next to the cot. He stood, walked out of the tent. He walk to were everyone was gather. "I'll take the boy," He said as he pointed to were Jacob was standing.

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Alan stepped over to where Clinton was standing, and checked the ropes binding his hands. Satisfied, he drew his mother's pistol from his belt and pressed it to the samll of the boy's back. "Move." he ordered, cocking the weapon, and watching the boy flinch at the sound. 'cowards the lot of 'em.' he thought to himself, shooting a murderous glance at the red haired girl who had tackled him over his shoulder. If these children were to be uncooperative as they had been thus far, then they would find themselves in for a rude awakening. With his tentmate, a fellow Scot named Colin MacDougall, in the infirmary and only days away from death, there was room enough for this boy.

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James tied the rope to Jacob's hands and start to lead him to his tent. "Let's move." He pushed Jabob in front of him. How was he suppose to lead a prionser, his father had never covered prionser in his lessons. He didn't want to be burtal with the boy but, no buts. He told himself. just do it. He lead the boy towards the tent.

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Jesse stalked over to the new arrivals with Garret at his heels. He hardly listened to Washington's speech: political talks and strategies never interested him. The gambler inside him always calculated hsi personal benefit from each act.
His eyes wandered over the group of teens, for a moment frowning at their strange clothing but then smiled at Garret. "What did I tell ye Garret? Amusement. Look at that red haired lass" he said pointing to Rie, "she looks like a wildcat to me. And the dark haired one..." he nodded to Lynn. "A very nice thing as well.. This is going to be fun!"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Jacob felt the rope being tied to his hands, ultimately binding him in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. His face twisted in irritation and a bit of fear as he was bound immobile to anything that this man didn't want him to do. Hearing the commands were even worse and he tried his hardest to go against this soldier but he knew that this man, whatever his name was was strong and decided to just listen.... for now.

He hated the fact that they were going to be seperated and he wasn't going to deal with this... when the time was right he was going to bolt and rescue his friends.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G