Jake held onto Rie's hand until she let go, chasing after the man on the white horse that she had accidently hit instead of chase. Smirking at the incident, he shoved his hands into his pants that were now suddenly colder without the warmth of Rie's palm. Walking over towards Chase and Rie, he noticed that the man on the white horse looked strikingly like images he had seen of one Mr. George Washington... dang these reinactments were good.

"No... we are loyal to no crown. We are students and are ruled by Mr. Collins and our Principal.." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders

[[fast posters...]]

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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

Robert scowled, his aim unwavering as he spat "Ye say ye're students yet ye're above the age. Ye speak o' rulers who'n names have nae a reputation here. Whose te say ye're nay traitors or Tories? Eh?" he snapped at the boy who had spokn, then he turned to the General. "Apologies if I disobeyed some order there, sir." he said, resuming his position. A musket ball at this range would kill instantaneously, not that he wanted to kill such children, but loyalty came above pity.

[If the Scottish accent is too much, then tell me. I'll edit]

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"Robert is correct," Washington stated, "The schools that we know of back by Washington only teach the children up to the age of 10. And they teach only males." He looked at the strangers.

"I am afraid that you will have to come back with us to our camp. As prisoners." He told the young people, "Until we find out where you come from, what your names are and who you are really loyal too."

"Cease them, soldiers!" Washington ordered, as he faintly raised his left hand and pointed at the four students.

"Oh come on!" John protested as the pseudo-general ordered them to be taken as prisoners. "We're American's, for heaven's sake! There's no call to get pushy. I understand being faithful to the story and stuff, but I we've got to be getting back. Bad weather, you know? And buses are a pain in good weather." He lifted his hands and leaned back as a musket was lifted and moved closer to the group.

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Robert onlt drew a legnth of rope from his pack and bound the boy's hands roughly. "Traitors and Loyalists the lot of yeh. Move." he snapped to the boy, forcing him forward and aiming his musket at his back, pulling the flint to full-cock as a precaution.

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"Hey now... there is no need for this... Robert. If you don't mind shoving your fake musket into my friends back, we really must be going. Mr. Collins is going to blow a gasket if we don't get back... Rie already made him angry as it is..." He threw a quick smirk over his shoulder to the orange hair girl before turning back towards the soldier reinactor and John who was suddenly bound...

Jacob's heart began to pound in his chest, this time because of fear, something was not right about this all, and he was getting worried, he really wanted to get away... NOW! He was cold, his hands becoming numb, and he was hungry and wet... the bus sounded like a haven at this moment.

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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

Robert felt his temper flare. Turning, he swung his musket up, aiming to catch the butt underneath this boy's chin.

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Washington frowned slightly, but soon his face had returned to emotionless. "We do not know what these buses are, but you are coming with us."

He turned his horse around and urged his horse into a slow walk. "Let's head back to the Valley." He stated.

George kept his horse at a slow walk, making sure that the strangers kept up with them.



[[ could we maybe skip to when they reach the camp? It would be kind-a boring to roleplay them, marching. ]]

[yeah, but Pandora has to react to Robert's uppercut]

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[[ ok... so maybe after that then. ]]

[[I am waiting for the others to post as well... don't want to do all of this without them ]]

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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

[yeah. And if Pandy takes the hit, well, getting hit by a brass-ended gunstock would hurt.]

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[[ ok - or if you want, GW could stop the gun from hitting the boy by grabbing it or something. ]]

[ *rushes in* Here I am thanks for the waiting! ]

Jesse turned up the collar of his blue overcoat against the cold and warmed his hands at a fire. The fire though didn't cause his body, except for his hands, to warm up but it was the last sip of rum from a small flask, today's gambling's profit, which made him glow inside. Another pleasant effect of the rum was that his mind was clouded for a moment and that his thoughts dwelled on other things than the hell Valley Forge had been since the winter had begun. So Jesse enjoyed this moment of apathy, this temporary daze. Rum was scarce these days and where it came from he didn't know. Perhaps it had been stolen or had it some way belonged to the poor souls which had been hit by the last wave of typhus. Jesse actually didn't care. He cursed himself for signing up for this job though it had been profitable at first, now it certainly was no more. He sighed and looked up when he heard a fuss around the camp: the Commander Washington arrived, accompanied by.. captives..

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Lynn had immediately ran down the hill, half gliding and falling in the snow. She wanted to stretch time as long as possible before this dull tour, they all had to attend, was to start. She noticed the shadows of others disappear into a bush of high pinetrees and she followed them eagerly: always open to adventure. "Rie! Jake!" Her voice seemed to echoe in the distance and she could hardly see anything because of the curtain of snowflakes.
Are you loyal to the crown? A cold voice suddenly behind her. Lynn shrieked when she suddenly felt a sharp thing [was it a musket?] push between her shoulder blades. When she turned her head and gazed at the soldier, quite a young lad, she felt herself calming down and walked without saying a word in the ordered direction where she found the others.
"Rie! Chase!" she said jokingly, "this guy scared me out of my wits! I didn't know that this roleplay was included in the trip." She looked at her friends with a radiant smile, obviously unaware of this not being a joke, expecting that Collins would appear any moment and preach them a lesson on snowball-throwing and not paying attention.


[ I thought that you wanted to get moving so that's why I made Jesse see Washington & Co approaching. Hope that's okay ]

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James still stood at his post at the edge of camp. Well, it really wasn't his post he had made it his post. Most of the soldiers didn't bother him about it. James just felt that he had to stand or sit there. James looked down at his fire and then looked to the wood that he had gather earlier that day. His mind seem to drift as he watch the General Washington and the other soldiers from a distence. He sat down in the snow, there was no point in standing. He would wait till the the General got closer and get a closer look at the captives.

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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.