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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 12, 2016 21:05:11 GMT -5
Ellie stood in line with the rest of the girls whom had been lucky enough to become a part of The Selected. She bit her lower lip, casting her eyes around her in a worried fashion. Despite (that seems to be my favorite word at the moment xD) growing up a confident young woman, her heart beat quickly against her chest. She wore her hair up in a braided bun, a large and bright hibiscus flower pin stuck within her bun. Her kind maids had sown her a dark blue dress that had a cute simplicity to it. Ellie loved it. It was a cross between a sun dress and a formal outfit. The hem went down just past her knees and the sleeves cupped just below her shoulders. She wore black flats, against her maids wishes, wanting to be as comfortable as she could. She took a deep breath and forced a nervous hiccup back down as she waited for her turn.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Dec 12, 2016 21:08:17 GMT -5
(I do like your character, Blossom! ^^ She's awesome!)
Patience glanced around as she waited in line, rocking slightly back and fourth on her heels. (Sorry for the ridiculously short post)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 12, 2016 21:10:15 GMT -5
(Lol. Mine will prob be a lot shorter than the first one above. xD)(Thank you. ^^ I didn't want to give her some sappy backstory, but her backstory is a bit relatable and rather believable at that.)
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 12, 2016 21:13:24 GMT -5
Contessa was the first to be ushered out of the room. To her dismay, she was cut off by Astrid before she could respond to Patience and Priscilla, she frowned slightly to herself, before waving a hand goodbye at them and allowing the maid to see her out into the other room, where the Prince was. Swallowing, she had no idea why she was so nervous? She had no interest in the Prince, and she especially had no interest in marrying him, if anything, she was even a little anti-royalty. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the hallway and followed the maid down the hall and to the left, before she was left in front of a large door. With another hard swallow, she gently and slowly opened the door, and peaked her head inside, "Hello?" she said, looking around the room for the Prince.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 12, 2016 21:19:22 GMT -5
(What'd I miss?)
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 12, 2016 21:21:38 GMT -5
( we are all going to meet the Prince now is all! read Hollys last post <3 )
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 21:24:21 GMT -5
(Jigs: Sorry, I know it sounds confusing. Let me try to explain it a little better. My plan is basically for you each to reply at the same time as if your girl is meeting the prince alone. I will separate my replies so I can rp with each of you at the same time in real life, even though in the rp all the girls are meeting him separately. So my replies might look something like this:
@ Rper A: August said this and did that with so-and-so.
@ Rper B: August smiled and laughed at the girl's joke.
@ Rper C: August choked on his wine that Jane Doe had poisoned and died.
...Just hopefully with no poisoned wine! Lol! And when we're all finished with the initial meetings, we'll get together and rp normally again for the supper. Does that make any more sense to you?)
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Post by 𝕡𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕥 on Dec 12, 2016 21:24:46 GMT -5
[ Yay for short posts!
And I understand. That last example though . . .]
Priscilla shifted on her heels. She didn't know what to expect from the prince, only that this meeting would be extremely crucial, for better or worse. It will be for the better. she attempted to reassure herself. You're a smart girl from an influential family—you can do this.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 12, 2016 21:25:21 GMT -5
( yes! I am doing that in another rp I was just a little confused at first, think you hun! )
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 12, 2016 21:35:16 GMT -5
(Oh okay, thanks for filling me in~)
Claire had been ushered in after a few other girl's went first, she wasn't in no hurry to meet the prince anyways. Sure she wanted to win this, but that was just because she liked to see herself as a well, winner. However at the same time if she was a quick loser she'd be able to get back to her real job as soon as possible. However her mind was set free as she was ushered into the room where the prince would be. The first thing she did once inside was find all possible exits just in case she needed to leave. Sure she doubted she'd need to jump out a window, but you never know her main skill was escaping so it never hurt to find all exits. After spotting them she turned to the prince, and was about to bow before stopping. 'Wait Ladies don't bow.... They do something else...' She thought standing their awkwardly as she tried to figure out what she was suppose to do.
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Post by 𝕡𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕥 on Dec 12, 2016 21:35:53 GMT -5
Priscilla heard her name get called, and she immediately headed to the door without hesitation. The young Selectee allowed herself to be lead out of the room and down the corridor. While the pair walked, Priscilla mentally went over her plan. Act polite, but distant. she reminded herself. She adjusted her low sleeves so that her collarbone was exposed. Play hard-to-get, but easy to win over. Men love challenges. She followed the servent until they reached a large, grand room. The maid smiled and opened the heavy door. Priscilla stepped inside, looking around. She turned to thank the maid for escorting her, but the servent was gone. Priscilla breathed heavily, mentally preparing herself.
She saw the prince, and forgot how to breathe for a moment. He is handsome, she thought. But I mustn't let that distract me. Priscilla curtsied, then straightened and smiled.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 12, 2016 21:48:55 GMT -5
Ellie forced herself into the next room. Her legs did not want to move out of fear. She started to move, but stopped frowning at herself. Am I seriously scared right now? That's a new feeling.. She thought to herself, cursing inside. This really was not a new feeling for her, but she'd only ever had this feeling on tests and other things in that area, but never with meeting new people or confrontation. She took a deep breath and pushed the doors open; they closed quickly behind her. Several yards beyond her, she saw the Prince gazing intently on whom would enter through the doors. Ellie gave a short fluid bow, lowering her head in respect to the crown prince. "Good afternoon, Your Highness. I am Lady Ellie. It is nice to make your acquaintance." She looked up, smiling at the rather handsome young man. She took another breath. What had she just said? It sounded as though she was a fellow dignitary speaking to the prince. She had to be herself, but proper. "My apologies, sir. I am new at this, as I'm sure this is a new experience for you too." She gave him a reassuring smile, picking up where she left off, walking closer to him. "I am rather nervous." She admitted.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Dec 12, 2016 21:59:11 GMT -5
Patience walked in the room, nervous, but determined to not show it. This Prince has no right to.... She thought for a moment before cutting herself off and meeting with him, dipping into a small curtsy. "Hello, Your Highness." She said, meeting his gaze steadily. "Thank you for having me to your home." Patience glanced around before realizing that she should introduce herself. "I am Patience Gordon." Patience cringed slightly at the fake last name... she was used to it, of course, but it wasn't hers.
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 22:06:06 GMT -5
Jigs:
Augustus's eyes were trained on the door. He reminded himself to smile, and after a moment, cleared his throats to get the girl's attention. She was distracted by the room, he supposed. It wasn't large, and hardly ever used. Just a spare, quaint salon with a fireplace that had been lit tonight for the first time probably in years, a few comfortable-loosing chairs, and a tapestry covering one wall depicting a map of Illea.
When the girl stepped closer, August raised an eyebrow. He had no objections to the girls' attempting to look like queens...but e wasn't sure why this one had chosen to looked like a queen from millennia ago. And it couldn't be warm. No matter, he thought, but it did matter. Everything these girls would do mattered, either to him or to his parents or his people, and he felt as though he couldn't take any detail lightly or for granted. He inclined his head to the raven-haired girl. Her curls were becoming at least. "Good evening. Lady Contessa?" he guessed. He had spent some time studying the names and pictures he had been provided, but pictures were not three-dimensional, and besides Augustus was embarrassingly bad with names.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 12, 2016 22:13:35 GMT -5
Jigs: Augustus's eyes were trained on the door. He reminded himself to smile, and after a moment, cleared his throats to get the girl's attention. She was distracted by the room, he supposed. It wasn't large, and hardly ever used. Just a spare, quaint salon with a fireplace that had been lit tonight for the first time probably in years, a few comfortable-loosing chairs, and a tapestry covering one wall depicting a map of Illea. When the girl stepped closer, August raised an eyebrow. He had no objections to the girls' attempting to look like queens...but e wasn't sure why this one had chosen to looked like a queen from millennia ago. And it couldn't be warm. No matter, he thought, but it did matter. Everything these girls would do mattered, either to him or to his parents or his people, and he felt as though he couldn't take any detail lightly or for granted. He inclined his head to the raven-haired girl. Her curls were becoming at least. "Good evening. Lady Contessa?" he guessed. He had spent some time studying the names and pictures he had been provided, but pictures were not three-dimensional, and besides Augustus was embarrassingly bad with names. Contessa tore her eyes away from the glamorous interior of the small room. She was a lover of aesthetics, especially in room design and building architecture, so she did find the Palace fascinating in that one way at least. Stepping into the room, she smiled slightly at the Prince, he was handsome yes, but she felt like all Princes had to be, especially ones that were to be king. "Uh yes...but please call me Tessa," She said awkwardly as she shut the door behind her and moved closer to the Prince. She wasn't sure what she should do, bow? Curtsy? Call him your highness, she wondered if the royal family and the Palace were like the movies, where not bowing could result in getting your head cut off for treason. No, don't be absurd, this isn't the Dark Ages anymore, she chastised herself. Tessa clasped her hands behind her back as she shifted uneasily from foot to foot, "Your name is Augustus right? Do you have a nickname?" she asked after a slight awkward pause between the two of them. At the very least, when this is all over and I can finally go back home, I can tell my grandkids about this one day right?
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 22:14:43 GMT -5
Warrior:
Augustus's first thought when Claire walked into the room was that she looked like an angel, with the delicate build and white hair and white gown. His second thought was to be suspicious of his first thought. And his third thought was something along the lines of: This is the second girl to seem more interested in the room than me. The prince was a proud young man, but not necessarily egotistical; still, he was surprised that he in his royalty and novelty was not these girls' first and sole focus. Perhaps that was a good thing? That they were not floored and awed by his mere presence? But he was their prince, for goodness' sake! He would puzzle it out later.
Again, his eyebrows rose at the lack of curtsy. An oddly impolite angel, he thought. He nodded anyway as he always did when meeting someone new, as a sign of respect though not deference. "You must be Lady Claire," he said, breaking the silence.
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 22:24:46 GMT -5
(I apologize for being so slow, ladies! I'm trying to keep it straight who rps who and what they look like and how they're dressed and so on, and I have to go back and check, and it's taking longer than I would like. :/ I hope you're enjoying yourselves nonetheless! I'll get better as we go, I promise! Ha ha.)
Peppermint:
Augustus experienced the very odd sensation of his breath catching in his throat. That was a first. All the girls here were lovely, and he'd met many pretty ambassador's daughters and princesses and even maids in his time, but this particular girl was stunning. Her hair was an attractive color and the gown she'd chosen was a good fit for her and for what he thought a princess might wear. Oh, but how pale she was! Was she ill? He resumed breathing again and nodded to her. "Forgive me, miss. I've met a lot of ladies tonight and I'm afraid I can't remember which names I've linked to faces and which I haven't," he admitted.
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 22:30:51 GMT -5
Blossom:
Augustus had time to do nothing but blink before this new girl started talking. He allowed himself a small smile, amused by the flow of words, but it faded slightly when he got a good look at her. No, she wasn't unattractive--he was very quickly learning he liked warmer hair colors such as hers and the other girl's, the one whose dress had reminded him of stars at nightfall--but she looked ready to go to a girl's tea party, not a Prince's Selection or a formal supper at the palace. It is only her first night. She will learn... But Astrid really should have said something. He met her gaze and nodded. "A little," he allowed. "Though I would say I am more intrigued at this point than anything else, Lady Ellie. That is short for Elizabeth, correct? Do you prefer Ellie?" It was how she had introduced herself, but he wanted to be certain. Augustus himself had a nickname, though he rarely used it; he believed names said a lot about a person.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 12, 2016 22:31:00 GMT -5
( don't stress Holly its a lot of replies and a lot of stuff to keep straight! take your time and don't worry! )
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Dec 12, 2016 22:31:14 GMT -5
(It's all good! I'm glad you're taking time with it )
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 12, 2016 22:32:58 GMT -5
Warrior: Augustus's first thought when Claire walked into the room was that she looked like an angel, with the delicate build and white hair and white gown. His second thought was to be suspicious of his first thought. And his third thought was something along the lines of: This is the second girl to seem more interested in the room than me. The prince was a proud young man, but not necessarily egotistical; still, he was surprised that he in his royalty and novelty was not these girls' first and sole focus. Perhaps that was a good thing? That they were not floored and awed by his mere presence? But he was their prince, for goodness' sake! He would puzzle it out later. Again, his eyebrows rose at the lack of curtsy. An oddly impolite angel, he thought. He nodded anyway as he always did when meeting someone new, as a sign of respect though not deference. "You must be Lady Claire," he said, breaking the silence. Claire eyes went to the prince when he started the conversation as she had apparently ran out of time to come up with what she was suppose to do. She stared at him for a bit trying to come up with what kind of tone to use with him. She finally smiled putting on a blush of embarrassment deciding to play the role of a lady who was awe struck. "I'm deeply sorry milord, it's just I've never see royalty... let alone the handsome prince." She finally came up with that hoping it kind of made up for her poor start. She was proud with that save so far, but now came the part of keeping it up. This was like playing a game, or that what she had to think if she wanted a chance to win at being a lady. "Oh, yes I am Claire." She quickly added figuring she had yet to respond to what he had said. "Once again I apologize, .... I'm still kinda of awe struck." She stated with a smile, and finally did the curtsy she owed remembering what it was after having enough time to think.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 12, 2016 22:40:50 GMT -5
Blossom: Augustus had time to do nothing but blink before this new girl started talking. He allowed himself a small smile, amused by the flow of words, but it faded slightly when he got a good look at her. No, she wasn't unattractive--he was very quickly learning he liked warmer hair colors such as hers and the other girl's, the one whose dress had reminded him of stars at nightfall--but she looked ready to go to a girl's tea party, not a Prince's Selection or a formal supper at the palace. It is only her first night. She will learn... But Astrid really should have said something. He met her gaze and nodded. "A little," he allowed. "Though I would say I am more intrigued at this point than anything else, Lady Ellie. That is short for Elizabeth, correct? Do you prefer Ellie?" It was how she had introduced herself, but he wanted to be certain. Augustus himself had a nickname, though he rarely used it; he believed names said a lot about a person. Ellie gave a nod and a small smile. She liked to do that, the prince would learn soon enough. "Yes, it is. My parents still call me Elizabeth and refuse to acknowledge me as Ellie. They tell me if they'd wanted to name me 'Ellie' they would have. I'm a bit of a rebel when it comes to my family. I'm a Worthington; maybe you've heard of my parents? But, yes, I prefer Ellie, but I do not mind Elizabeth. I do like my name." She had come to notice him taking her in. She wondered if he'd settled on her informal dress. She felt slightly embarrassed for being herself, but refused to apologize for it. The prince would learn that dresses were definitely not her, even if secretly she loved them. Next time, she'd make sure her maids made her dress longer, classy and comfortable and proper. "I want you let you know that I am pretty much an open book, Prince Augustus. So you are free to ask me anything about myself whenever you wish." She wanted him to know that she had no secrets and never made enemies, that she knew of anyway... She waited for him to respond. "And please, do not ever worry about being blunt or too honest. You will not hurt my feelings. My parents have done enough in the past..." She muttered the last bit, looking away, rather sadly.
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 22:40:55 GMT -5
Sky:
Finally, a girl with manners and poise. The others were confident and polite enough, some more than others of course, but this sounded and looked more like what he knew Astrid would have instructed them to say, and he was glad someone at least had been paying close attention. That or it came naturally to her, which was just as good.
"Patience, I remember your name being chosen. A unique one, but that seems fitting," he said, glancing at we. He'd noticed the flicker of discomfort in her expression and hoped he alleviated what he assumed to be embarrassment over an unusual name. This girl stood out to him for another reason now too. Her dress was not his favorite, and her hair color was too obviously unnatural, but her physique was striking. If anyone was going to be presented--either to him or the public--as a temptress, she would probably be the one. "You are most welcome here," he assured her. "What do you think so far?" The palace was grand of course, but smaller than many of its companions throughout the world. Illea was a comparatively small country, so it seemed fitting. Still, due to the country's rich mining industry, hardly any rooms were without traces of jewels or silver or gold found in Illea's hills. They did not have excessive surplus, but what they did have was tastefully ornate.
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 22:50:42 GMT -5
Jigs:
"Tessa, then." She seemed almost painfully uncomfortable, so he stepped back and motioned to a chair. "Would you sit and talk with me a moment?" he offered. There was another chair facing hers that he would use himself. "No, I don't have any nicknames of note," he told her. Well, that wasn't entirely truthful, and he felt bad about the fib for a moment, but just "August" was for his friends or family, and for some reason he didn't want to hand it out. August was a slightly different person than Augustus, and for now, he wanted the girls to see him as Augustus. And heaven forbid they ever call him Gus.
He would probably throw a literal royal fit. Or at least he would think about it.
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 22:55:00 GMT -5
Warrior:
Augustus was not impressed. Either she was laying it on too thick or she was far too silly to stay here long. But something about her face, her eyes especially, made him suspect he was looking at a particularly clever girl. Still, even clever girls could get nervous or tongue-tied, he supposed. "Thank you for your generous compliments. I hope the palace and I both live up to your expectations. Where is your home, Claire?" he asked, to make conversation. His goal was to learn and remember at least one thing--besides names--about each of these ladies tonight.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 12, 2016 23:03:31 GMT -5
Jigs: "Tessa, then." She seemed almost painfully uncomfortable, so he stepped back and motioned to a chair. "Would you sit and talk with me a moment?" he offered. There was another chair facing hers that he would use himself. "No, I don't have any nicknames of note," he told her. Well, that wasn't entirely truthful, and he felt bad about the fib for a moment, but just "August" was for his friends or family, and for some reason he didn't want to hand it out. August was a slightly different person than Augustus, and for now, he wanted the girls to see him as Augustus. And heaven forbid they ever call him Gus. He would probably throw a literal royal fit. Or at least he would think about it. The raven-haired girl nodded and gingerly moved to take a seat in one of the large, luxurious arm chairs, as she watched the prince move to sit in the one across from her. "I find that hard to believe...but nicknames do tend to be personal," she noted, finding her usual confidence and social know-how. Tessa was practically her name, so many people called her by it, Contessa was reserved for her parents when they were angry, but Tess, that was something only her brother and best friend called her. As she tried to force herself to be more at ease, she eyed the prince openly with curiosity, "So, what's it like being a Prince? Is it as fun as the books and movies make it seem?" Tessa wasn't sure what to talk about with him, she wasn't really interested in getting close nor personal with him, and she wondered if she should tell him that or not. Mulling it over for a few moments, she decided that it was better to be honest right away, to avoid any confusion or awkwardness in the future. "By the way...uhm, Your Highness?" She decided for now, that's what she should call him out of politeness, "I wanted you to know, before anything else, I'm not interested in marrying you." Yes, honesty was the best policy right?
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Post by Holly on Dec 12, 2016 23:04:47 GMT -5
Blossom:
Goodness. It wasn't a fluke; she really was a talker. He opened his mouth once or twice but she didn't notice and kept going. So he smiled and waited until he was sure she was finished. "Well, Ellie, I certainly appreciate your honesty," he told her. Worthington...yes, it sounded familiar, but as mentioned previously...he was very bad with names. "For now let's cover the basics, shall we?" He thought about inviting her to sit, but at this rate she'd finish talking to him and be out the door before he even knew what was happening. "Such as...how old are you?" Hm,maybe that question was too simple. But it would give him an idea of how to relate to her, where she might be in her schooling, things like that.
Oh! Important note for everyone!!! Illean school systems aren't like the American system. Kids decide what direction they want to go in when they're like 13, then move into one of three branches of education depending on whether they want to do science (chemistry, psychology, etc.), arts (music, history, etc.) or trade (mining, construction, etc.). So all of your girls could conceivably still be in school or have a job, depending on your preference. School stops being mandatory around 15.)
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Dec 12, 2016 23:07:24 GMT -5
"My friends call me Paitce... So you can call me Patience." Patience gave a small smile, hoping it would come off as a joke when she really meant it... Oh well. "I think your home is lovely. It's grand and beautiful; you are lucky to live in such a place." The Selected girl looked over the Prince, trying to judge his character... so far he was being very professional. That's fair enough. "How are you enjoying the Selection so far?" She asked, never one to keep the "do not speak unless spoken to" attitude.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 12, 2016 23:09:29 GMT -5
(Thanks for the note, Holly! (: )
Ellie suddenly realized she'd been droning. Her parents always got on to her about that. From the time she was little, she always had something to say, but maybe that was just growing up with brothers. If you had something to say, you had to get it in before somebody said something else... She sighed, straightening herself. Posture was another thing her parents scolded her about. She groaned inwardly. She needed to stop worrying and remembering what her parents told her and start being herself. "I am twenty years old. My birthday was in March." She replied, her eyes shining as she was taken out of her thoughts.
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Post by coyote ◦ on Dec 12, 2016 23:10:54 GMT -5
( alright thank you for explaining Holly! )
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