If anyone else can do it, we can too! <Quest RP> Oliver Thorn.

[JungleTheSinOfSloth]

Childhood.
Oliver Thorn was on the boat to the new land, already he absolutely hated it. Everyone was mean and grumpy. Kids were playing, people were shouting, and sailors were doing sailor things. There wasn't much for a 13 year old to do on this boat.

>Try and play with a kid that looks lonely
>Sleep
>Write in your journal
>Drink your secret stash of Rum hidden under your bunk.​

 

[LePancake]

((Oh god no...these things spread like wild fires

 

[Lily_]

>Write in your journal

 

[Firegirl]

>Write in your journal

 

[LePancake]

>Don't write in your journal

 

[JungleTheSinOfSloth]

Oliver turns and heads inside the deck. He finds his journal and began to read over the few last of his pages. He remembered that he was looking for his twin, Arum Thorn. He still hasn't found him and wonders if he should give up on his goal. He reached down and grabbed hold of the top of the entry.

>Tear it out and give up
>Flip to the next page
>Keep it but give up.
​

 

[Firegirl]

>Flip to the next page

 

[JungleTheSinOfSloth]

He flips to the next page, remembering he still had his rum stash. He wondered if he should drink it or not, to help with the sorrows.

>Drink the Rum
>Actually write
>Other​

 

[Firegirl]

>Other, take a sip and start writing, remembering that there's no set time limit on finding him.

 

[JungleTheSinOfSloth]

Oliver picked up a bottle of rum, taking a sip from it and beginning to write. Although it didn't last long when a group of Sailors came and took the bottle.
"Ah suspected tha' 'e's keepin' ah stash! Always th' Caparii!" He said, another reaching under to take his stash.

>Threaten with your knife
>Call for help
>Call the captain
>Stab them with the knife
>Other​

 

[Firegirl]

>Other, knowing that if you pulled the knife, you might have more problems, and knowing the captain didn't really care, you take one of the full bottles and smash it upside the closests person's head.

 

[JungleTheSinOfSloth]

Oh my this is still going if anyone else wants to give it a go.

 

[JoeJoe]

>Call for help so that a young boi- you doesn't get killed.

 

[JungleTheSinOfSloth]

Oliver saw there was no escaping, and so he took his bottle and slammed it right up against the side of his head. A K.O!
"'Elp! T'ese rocks are stealin' me rum!"
Luckily for you, at least four people come to your aid! All Caparii!
"Leave the boy alone!"
One of them shouted, what do you do now?

>Let the adults handle this.
> Now take out your knife.
> Other.​

 

[JoeJoe]

>Let the adults handle this. . try to explain your case to any open ears available.