Rosalind's Orphanarium: A Brickerton RPG. *You are a MADEMOISELLE monster.*

(but why the english specifically? )

Rebekah
I roam around the Orphanarium, bored. I hum a song my old friend Tabbi had taught me.

('Cause England is better than America at stuff.)
(Renee)
"Is too. Irony is when something has iron in it. Like water."

( really? why? O.o)

[What Cosma said!]
Blythe cringed. I laughed. "That is not what irony means and water doesn't even have iron in it!" She growled.

"Sure it does. It's all full of iron from drowned people."
(I dunno, it's just assumed that anything Americans can do, the English can do better. XD)

[Yes! And you do it fancily!]
"Dead people don't have iron." Groaned Blythe.

( *is confused by this* HAVE YOU SEEN OUR SPACE AGENCY?! it's ****... and fancy? *isinterrested*)

(Yeah, the English are supposed to be these fancy people who do everything better than us.)
"Speaking of which, let's get back to the orphanage. I wanna take a nap in the fireplace."

( oh god...come to essex!)

[*shrugs* The English are fancy.]
"We're heading back to the orphanage." I smiled and pointed as the orphanage came into view.

( are not...)

"Perfect. Fireplace nap, here I come." I pushed wet hair out of my face.

(THEN EXPLAIN THE STEREOTYPICAL MONOCLE! XD All of the Tv shows have lied to us! *sobs*)

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[XD]
"Have fun!" I laughed. Blythe stayed quite.