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Hey

So let's do something where a guy falls for his maid, is that okay?

Yeah, okay.
Each do at least three sentence each time though.

Okay, but I'd like to be the maid, here's my character

Name: Brooklyn Janie Harold
Age: 27
Small history: Brooklyn has been this guys maid for at least two yrs now, Brookyln starts to feel some feeling for this guy she works for. Will he ever love her back?

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Name: Crispin Philip Arthur Russell
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Crispin has brown hair and green eyes.

Other: Crispin always wears a silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand he never takes it off: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
He wears this bracelet on his right wrist: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
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Okay let's rp.

Should I go first or do you?

Can you? :)

Yeah sure.

Brookyln opened the bathroom door and she plugged her nose with a clothes pin.

Can you be more detailed, please

((Sure.))

Brookyln went into the bathroom, she groaned as she opened the door, she walked in with a clothes pin on her nose, she got out her cloth that she used to clean most of the rooms.

Crispin sighed softly and walked out of his bedroom, wearing his usual attire. Dark blue, and expensive, jeans along with a black dress shirt. Since he was finally ready for the day he walked down the hallway and then down the spiral stairs down to the kitchen.

Brooklyn finshed cleaning the bathroom, then she went down stairs.

I'm really sorry but I'd like someone more detailed.

Okay.

Brooklyn walked down stairs and was muttering to herself, " Sometimes I wonder why I took this job anyways, all I do is just clean and clean, but that's what a maid does anyways," Brooklyn was still muttering to herself as she put the cleaning supplies away, she looked around before removing her cleaning apron.

Crispin sighed softly and sat down in the chair at the breakfast bar. The coffee wasn't even maid yet, he would definitely need a talking to, he thought. Though he knew he wouldn't say anything to her. It was a big house and she had a lot to do before she even thought about making coffee.

Brooklyn walked into the kitchen and she started making the coffee, she never forgot to make it, but she couldn't seem to concentrate. As she made it her mind raced with thoughts of something she shouldn't be thinking about anyways, she didn't notice that Crispin was even downstairs.

Crispin watched as Brooklyn started making the coffee, "Bout time" he said jokingly with a small smile. Then he sighed softly and stood up, "When it's don't bring me some to me in my office" he said and walked out of the kitchen.

Brooklyn jumped, " Didn't you learn your lesson, the first time you did that? Anyways sure I'll bring it to your office," Brooklyn smiled. She made the coffee the way Crispin normally drank it, she was thinking as she made his coffee.

Crispin laughed softly at what she said and continued on to his office. He walked in and sat down behind his desk and pulled out his work papers. He still had quite a bit to do, but he was confident that he would get it done today.

Brooklyn finshed making his coffee, she held it gently she brought it into Crispins office. Brooklyn sighed in tiredness, she hadn't gotten sleep in hours, and she felt as if she would fall over, but amazingly she didn't.

Crispin looked up at Brooklyn when she came in and he sighed softly. "You look terrible" he said with and small smile. "You should go get some sleep" he said and took the coffee from her. "You can sweep the floors later, you're no use to me if you pass out."

Brooklyn nodded, she went up stairs to the room Crispin had given her when she first accepted the job, she opened door to her room, she closed the door and she went on the bed, she fell asleep instantly.

Crispin sighed softly and picked up his and started writing. He was a famous author, who has six best selling books, which was why he could afford to pay for Brooklyn. Who we was glad he was glad he hired, he liked her and she did an excellent job.

Brooklyn sighed in her sleep her dreams filled with Crispin, she smiled in her sleep. Brooklyn was so tired that she was really happy that she finally got some sleep, she was also lucky that Crispin wasn't some hard@ss jerk, like her old boss.

After about an hour Crispin stopped writing, he really couldn't think of anything else to write and well his and was cramping up. He stood up from his desk and walked back into the kitchen he went to the fridge to see if there was anything to eat.

Brookyln then woke up, she stretched and walked down stairs, as she walked down stairs she fixed her hair up into a ponytail. She then smoothed her jeans and black tank top and she put her apron on as she walked down stairs. seeing Crispin in the kitchen she walked towards him.

Crispin heard Brooklyn and turned around and smiled at her, "Hey" he said and then grabbed a bottle of juice before stepping away from the fridge, closing it. How'd you sleep" he asked, and sat on the stool by the breakfast bar.

" Pretty good, better then I did at the last house I worked for," Brooklyn said before grabbing a broom from the closet and she turned towards Crispin. Brooklyn looked at Crispin before starting to sweep.

Crispin smiled small and watched her for a moment, "I'm glad" he said and took a drink from his bottle. He smiled small before standing up, "Better get back to work" he said, talking about himself. He still had another twenty pages to write.

Brooklyn nodded before staring to sweep again, she didn't look up again, she them found something on the floor, " Aww it's a snake, and it isn't poisonous, but we can't keep yah," Brooklyn added the last part to the snake she opened the back door and threw the snake out.

((HELLO!?))

Crispin sighed softy after a while of writing and stood up. He stood up and began to slowly pace in front of his desk. He was having writer's block and just couldn't think of what he wanted to happen next, or at least how he wanted to write it out.

Brooklyn finshed sweeping up every room in the house, she began to cook dinner. Suddenly she thought of something, she went into the cabinet and started to look through the cabinet. She found what she needed to cook dinner and started to cook.

(( Blah, hello!))

Crispin sighed softly and left his office to go outside. He walked around the yard still thinking about his writings. He really needed to think of something quick. Though nothing was coming, absolutely nothing.

Brooklyn didn't look up from cooking dinner, too absorbed in what she was making. Brooklyn almost would've fallen over a drawer of not for the snake who pulled her back so that she wouldn't fall. Brooklyn held out her wrist to the snake and it automatically wrapped around her wrist and stayed there as she cooked.