Roleplay between RedBlood & NotAllThatCreative Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler "This is ludicrous!" A harsh man voice echoed through the small apartment just as the door behind him shut closed. "We can barely afford the air and still they're raising prizes on everything." He complained while throwing off his hat onto the hatstand. It missed. "I should just go and stab that fool of a king in the heart myself." "Brother, don't say such things. With everything that has been going on lately, just a word of disobedience and they might cut your head off. Don't do anything reckless." A worried female told him. She did not wish to see her brother executed because of a foul mouth. The current state of their country was surely bad, no one could deny that, but she wanted to believe that it would become better. "I would never let those rats catch me if I ever decided to go against them. I won't do it though. Not as long as I have you, Marie. If I joined the rebellion, they would surely think of you as an accomplish. I can't afford to do anything reckless. Not because my own life would be in danger, but because yours would be. I won't put you in danger, ever." The older man said and kissed his sister on the forehead. Marie sighed and shook her head. "Value your own life a bit more Marius. I don't want to see you end up as dad." She laid a caring hand on his cheek, for a moment lost in memories of the past, but as fast as they had taken her over, she snapped out of them. "Now, pick up your hat from the floor and then go clean yourself, otherwise I won't give you dinner." Marie told him with a playful laughter before returning to the kitchen. She had only gotten home half an hour before him. No one could afford to sit around without working. They would starve if they both weren't earning money. So even she had been working hard that day. They might not have had much money, but at the very least they had each other, and with that they could be happy. But unbeknown to them, something was about to stir up their happy family time. On the streets of Paris, an officer and six police men were walking forward, soon to approach the siblings dear home. Marie had been right in her assumption. They would come for Marius if he spoke ill of the current system. What she hadn't realized though was that they would come for her too. The state now believed them to be traitors, and nothing could save them from the guillotine.