American Civil War RP - Roleplay Thread

[MassacrMan]

Paul stared down at his destroyed clothing and nodded in agreement. Steven walked back into the trench after General Jackson ordered the remaining force of about 15,000 to gather weapons and ammo. Paul had been doing this for some time and had gathered quite a large pile of weapons when out of no where a Union soldier tackled him and tried to wrestle Paul's rifle away. Paul resisted which resulted in an accidental discharge of pauls rifle which passed straight through the union soldiers kneecap. The man rolled off paul clutching his leg in pain. Paul got up and was about to finish it, when General Jackson himself stopped paul and seized the man. After the man was carried away no doubt to be interrogated for information. The general nodded at Paul and dissapeared out of the trench. Paul leaned against the wall and slid down to a sitting position. "What a day." He whispered to himself.

 

[MassacrMan]

OOC: Cmon guys let's keep this going.

 

[Mill Wilkinson]

OOC: Well, I'm waiting for you guys. Or the gamesmaster to pull it forward.

 

[Halden The Borch shooter]

Ten days later...

Jacob was marching along the dusty road towards Richmond, when his command halted. He loosened his pack, and looked around to see what was going on.

 

[Mill Wilkinson]

OOC: I suppose I'm with Halden's troopers.

"Feh, what's the stop all about? It isn't like we got all day to watch the views..." Wilkinson grumbled behind Jacob.

 

[bugman]

They stood at attention on the fields before Washington, one regiment among 50. Palmer's head ached from all the alcohol he drank the night before, still trying to forget Manassas and the horrors that came with it and he knew several men from the 45th felt the same. They voiced no discomfort and remained tall when a small squat man took the stage in front of them. He said Hello to the men before leaving with his command staff. This unassuming man turned out to be General George MacCellan. new leader of the Union forces. A sergeant named Hark walk past and told the men,
"We have a new General and a new battle plan. We're going to turn you from pathetic bastards to real soldiers worthy of that uniform! Now get back to your duties. Dismissed!"

 

[MassacrMan]

The marching was unbearable, people were collapsing on the ground only to be picked up again to continue the brutal walk. They had been going for 3 straight hours, where to? Paul had no idea, but it was for sure to another fight. They had been hearing the sounds of artillery fire and gunshots for almost 20 minutes.

 

[Spitative]

After hours of marching, The whole battalion rested nearby a flock of woods and bushes. Everybody was tired. There was one young soldier, Who looked extremely exhausted. A couple men went over to him, " You okay, Son? " He replied " Yes, Just parched, That is all. " They left the boy in peace. The boys name was Jack Boleo ((Me)), He is a Private in the Confederate Army. He had joined the war with his father and 2 brothers. They trained together but were seperated. He has not seen his brothers or father for many days. Jack was getting worried. As he sat there, He could not help to notice the men around him, They were rough men, And he, he was a mere boy. Farmers, Clerks, Fathers, Sons, dragged into this horrible war, But Jack felt a proud sense in him, He was fighting for what he believed in. And all these men, are his brothers now. " Everybody up! Get back in formation! " The captain yelled. Jack got up slowly, He was tired, But he knew they had to go on. He put on his pack, And shouldered his rifle, over his new uniforms. And he marched on with his brothers in arms.

(( Im kinda new at this, First attempt at RP ))

 

[MassacrMan]

OOC: I thought it was fine.

IC: Paul coughed lightly trying to hide any signs of his sickness he had had for many days, Paul had no idea it was due to a wound he received in his last scrape with a union soldier. Glancing to his right he noticed a young a scared looking private (John), Paul muttered a hello without cocking his head the slightest to indicate any acknowledgement was ever established.

 

[Spitative]

((Who's John?))

 

[Mill Wilkinson]

OOC: Welcome aboard, Spitative

"You know, I think they are just walking us around, like they don't have a clue where to put us", Wilkinson said grumpily and tried to ease the slowly rising amount of pain in his shoulder. The rifle sure was heavy. He noticed that there were no one of his comrades at sight, and he started to search. Soon he noticed a pair of familiar faces, and pointed his march towards them.
"What's up Paul?"

 

[Spitative]

Before Paul could reply, Private Jack butted in " Hi, How are you doing? You are hurt! You should go fix that up. My name is Jack, I've been fighting in the thick of it for days. Now, We are just marching. Do you know where too? "

 

[Mill Wilkinson]

Wilkinson looked at the new guy and looked confused. "Who the hell are you? You are one of those fresh greenhorns, aren't you?"

 

[Spitative]

"Yes, My name is Jack. How are you? You ought to fix that wound up, If they pain don't kill ya, The infection will." Jack replied. He looked nervously around as to find for a medical officer. "There's a medic over there, He should be willing to patch you up, Anyways, I've only a couple weeks of training, But I bet I have killed as many union soldiers as you have had! I bet if my father and brothers were here, We would surely win this battle in no time! Anyways, Enough about me, Who are you? Are you new too? Hows the fighting? Did you kill those bastards?"

 

[MassacrMan]

OOC: Ahh that was supposed to be Jack! >.<

IC: Taking the time to reply Paul began. "Well at Bull Run I had been with the original defenders, I counted 2 kills before the those damn yankees were at the trenches. I had thought all was lost until General Jackson showed up, boy that was a glourious day. But since then that's the only battle i've been in, and from the looks of things we ain't far off from another," Paul concluded pointing off at the direction of the explosions and rifle fire.