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Post by The Blue Adept on Mar 24, 2017 0:29:50 GMT -5
Caleb Hartigan was a busy man, but apparently not busy enough that a family friend had decided to drag him along to a teahouse of all places. His disdain for it was obvious on his face as he sat back in his seat across from the other man who chatted away about politics or what have you, whilst Cal let his eyes wander around the room in search of a cure for his boredom. He pressed a finger to his temple, dark eyebrows furrowed into a frown. His skin was recently tanned having just returned home from being out at sea, and his ginger hair still looked mussed and salty from ocean winds. It wasn't unusual- he was a Navy officer, and his family was notorious for it, his father being Admiral of the Royal Navy, so he was no stranger to the high-class pleasantries he was currently dealing with. He was blue-blooded too, after all. Puffing out a sigh, one that his companion had not at all noticed, Cal took in the other patrons. He recognized plenty of the faces, having shared introductions at least once or twice at more formal events, but he wasn't exactly in with the latest gossip. With a slump, Cal tuned his ear to listen in on the other conversations. Hearing the Malandra siblings quarrel over matchmaking was amusing to him and he hid a spiteful smile behind his thumb as he rested his cheek in his palm. It reminded him a lot of his own family, who also enjoyed pressuring him to marry, though he wasn't sure if they properly understood his tastes. The man was only 20, and he prayed his parents would just let him have his freedom a bit longer.
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 24, 2017 0:45:46 GMT -5
Rome was new. Well, decently new to the area. And in the time that she had been here, she had learned that the elites were truly the talk f the town. Which, admittedly, wasn't much different from home, but at least there were some other topics of conversation. Everyone Rome had met either wanted to discuss only the elites or- how humdrum -work. In Rome's place for work, that meant about the most depressing stories a person could listen to. She empathized, sure, though she would much rather avoid that talk. So, when she could- and she often could -Rome headed out of her grimy town to someplace nicer. Like this! And pestered a friend. Like Roberta. Who didn't always discuss the elites! By the looks of the patrons today, however, that was bound to change. She tried her best to listen into the conversation happening nearby. The only times Rome concerned herself with the elites were when she could cause them trouble. This could be the perfect opportunity!
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 24, 2017 0:56:50 GMT -5
Washington was always a busy bee, at night he worked at the local pub as the bartender and during the day he worked as a delivery boy. Often times it was for more heavier deliveries too as the company he worked for would take advantage of his young and strong body. And so there he was, carrying a crate of he could only guess what to the new tea shop that had opened up recently. Carefully he placed the box on his shoulder and eased inside. His sad looking eyes glanced about as he tried to find someone who worked there so he could ask them to open up the back door. Someone was supposed to have met him there but nobody did when he'd knocked and well, he had other deliveries to make that day. As he waited patiently to be noticed by a worker he took time to look about at all of the fancy, higher up people. It appeared all of them were on a social level he couldn't acquire, or at least most of them were. The young man came from a poor home and worked two jobs just to keep up on payments for the small room he rented from his landlord. It must've been nice having money to waste.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 24, 2017 8:27:18 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: "Thank you very much," the Malandra sister said with a smile. She gave her brother a look, she expected him to go and say thank you as well. Of course she would, she expected him to be polite to strangers, polite to a lower class. It was bothersome of her to do something of the sort. After his silence she stared him down and he rolled his eyes at her.
He glanced back at the girl. He would rather not conform to his sister, her had no plan to compliment a thing. "The tea was brought out too quickly, the cup is too hot to even touch. She was clumsy bringing it here, there was a simpler way of doing so. She overcomplicated it and I can't say I approve of it,"
Elizabeth looked to Kadin unamused. "Any slower and you would have complained and any plainer you would have complained, no pleasing you I suppose then,"
"You should know that already Elizabeth," He said with a huff. He crossed his arms looking disdainfully at the the drink.
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Post by amberice on Mar 24, 2017 18:37:18 GMT -5
He was such a irritating young man. Roberta swallowed her irritation, fingernails digging into the back of her hand. She couldn't help giving Elizabeth a grateful glance, at least she seemed to understand that her brother was being incredibly difficult. And apparently he had no understanding of how tea was best enjoyed hot. Or that his choice to be dramatic and take it black meant that it had nothing added to cool it. But of course she was not about to say either of those things. Instead she bowed her head, "Thank you for your criticism sir, I'll be sure to improve my performance in the future." She turned her attention back towards Elizabeth, "Is there anything else that I can do for you?"
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 24, 2017 22:08:51 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: "I'd offer a seat so you could join us, but you seem to be working- and my brother has likely gotten on your nerves already. He is that way often, so don't mind his criticism- you were lovely." Elizabeth clasped her hands together, looking at the girl. "What is your name miss?"
She was curious to know the girl who was serving them- and putting up with Kadin. The male who had gone quiet and drinking his scolding hot tea, ignoring any possible damage done to his hands. If it was even as hot as he claimed it to be. This was why she took their youngest brother out instead- or prefered to as he knew when to be polite. Despite his.... disability.
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Heterosexual
Fey
Ah, so happy for the long weekend!
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Post by Fey on Mar 24, 2017 22:22:18 GMT -5
Corbin Hamelin walked into the parlor to see multiple figures of nobility and an array of commoners. The soft sounds of talking and walking were subtle and made him feel there was something missing, such as the bustling sounds of Paris. France, though, had so much going on and, with his father being drafted and his mother having gone deathly ill recently, he'd gone to live with his aunt and uncle at their manor. His uncle was Marquess (and/or Lord) Ruben Montrell and his aunt was Marchioness Alison Montrell. The Marchoiness practically knew everyone of high stature and was quite a gossip, while the Marquess knew much history and seldom spoke to anyone he didn't know and he only spoke matters of importance. Of corse, he'd been in a family of high stature before moving here, though there were differences. As of coming here, he'd yet to go to any gallas, luncheons or balls, so he wasn't known much or at all around here and he was still figuring how to adress others and himself and who he introduced himself to and waited for instructions by whom. Corbin found this all very exhausting, so that was partly why he'd ventured into this new tea parlor. He wore a black button-down with a collar and black dress pants that hugged his legs. He wore a burgundy bow tie and his hair was finely combed. His aunt had said he'd more likely to be approached if he were wearing the Montrell family colors, so he'd complied. His deep green eyes took in the parlor and his face was rather French, with a look that said, "I've more important things to do. Nothing pleases me, nothing excites me." Of corse, that's how most Parisians looked. His eyes stopped on a small group of three where a maid, or perhaps a waitress, was speaking to a lady and a young man. He wondered if it would be appropriate to approach and decided to anyway. "How do you do, Mademoiselles, Monsieur?" He greeted, walking over. "Pardon my intrusion, I am Monsieur Corbin Hamelin, living at the Montrell's Manor. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He introduced himself.
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Post by amberice on Mar 24, 2017 22:26:09 GMT -5
Flushing at the complement, Roberta curtsied, "Roberta GascΓ³n, my lady. And your invitation is most generous, but unfortunately I do have duties to attend to." She refrained from commenting on her brother's behavior. After all, it wasn't Elizabeth's fault that he was a rude and obnoxious man. Besides, she doubted that any comment made would do well to endear herself to either of them. If she wanted to keep this job, endearing herself to the local nobility would be a must.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 24, 2017 22:35:21 GMT -5
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IC :: "Ah, hello sir- monsieur, mind me. I haven't been accustomed to much French speech." Elizabeth turned her head to the newcomer, slightly regretful she had to bring attention away from the girl for a moment. A small shame, but something survivable. "Lady Elizabeth Malandra is my name, and my brother's is Kadin Malandra. We are both honoured to meet you, that goes to you as well miss Roberta.Yet again, I apologize for my brother, we will call for you when it's time to leave, and give a tip for your ability to put up with him, thank you."
"Speak for yourself Elizabeth,I'm curious to know why he is staying with the Montrell's, after all he doesn't even share name with them." Kadin replied staring him down. He could tell this was a man who tried to act stern and harsh, as though he was pleased with nothing. Kadin didn't have to fake it, everyone already knew it and it was made apparent when he spoke, not in some silent way with his face.
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Post by ππππππ’π on Mar 24, 2017 22:39:13 GMT -5
As Amabelle explained who Frederick was to the two, he merely nodded, going along with what she said. Though, she made him out to be a lot better off than he actually was... He doubted he would ever reveal the truth about his origins to her or to anyone here. "Greetings Chantelle and Charles. Pleasure to meet you both," he said, doing a small bow with a smile. "I haven't really been around this part of the town before, and Amabelle here seems like a good lady from what I've heard her say. She seems to have a good reputation, too."
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Post by amberice on Mar 24, 2017 22:45:04 GMT -5
Roberta bowed once more, stepping back as a nobleman approached. She knew better than to attempt to interrupt his introduction, instead taking her leave and quietly slipping away from the group. Her eyes scanned the room once more before resting upon a familiar face. Smiling, she made her way over to the front door, where the local delivery boy, Washington stood waiting. She had seen him around long before taking this position, it was hard not to be at least aware of his presence in the neighborhood. Still, usually he delivered to the back and it was strange to see him in the main room, "Master Washington, planning on taking your tea with us today?"
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Heterosexual
Fey
Ah, so happy for the long weekend!
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Post by Fey on Mar 24, 2017 22:46:12 GMT -5
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Roberta, Lady Elizabeth and Sir Kadin. It's quite alright, I'm sorry for off-setting you by using French terminology. As for your comment, Mons- sir Kadin, the Montrell's happen to be blood relatives of mine, my Aunt and Uncle to be precise." Corbin spoke clearly, voice even as he adressed each of them. "The Marchioness mentioned I might run into the Malandra daughter, she sends her regards." He added. It wasn't completely a lie, the Marchoiness had mentioned many of her aquaitances and he faintly remembered their last name being in the mix, not to mention it was polite -unlike this fine gentleman who spoke with a sharp tongue. He turned back to Roberta and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss on it before looking at her. "And you, miss, you're doing a fine job. I can tell by looking at you, you're dedicated and good company." He told her, not wanting the young lady, despite being hired help, to feel neglected. After all, it was only right for a man, no mater his stature, to be polite to a lady. He felt he'd made a worthy first impression on the lot and hoped to take to a conversation, as he'd rather not walk away at the moment and have tea by his lonesome. He watched as the waitress took her leave before returning to the two at hand. "So, I take it you've both lived here for the length of your lives?" He inquired.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 24, 2017 23:02:20 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: Kadin couldn't help but to roll his blue eyes in as he spoke. That was the moment when he decided the French were overrated. Ah, this male seemed to think he was great because his aunt and uncle were Montrells. That would be like him considering himself great do to the fact his father is a duke. And an important one as his father was brothers with the late king, however.... the entire thing was on the downlow anyway. His father was stupid to marry his mother.
"Ah, I'm delighted to hear of that, monsieur." Elizabeth said cheerfully moving one of hands to grasp her cup's handle. "When you go back to the residence, do tell her that I say hello and she should visit some time surely. In fact, you should come with her, you seem like an interesting person after all." She gave a small laugh before bringing the cup to her mouth and taking a sip of the sweet, hot water. Roberta did a fine job with the tea.
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Post by coyote β¦ on Mar 24, 2017 23:25:03 GMT -5
( I'm here now, sorry!)
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Heterosexual
Fey
Ah, so happy for the long weekend!
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Post by Fey on Mar 24, 2017 23:25:14 GMT -5
"I will make sure to tell her." Corbin replied before continuing. "That is a very tempting offer, Lady Elizabeth, perhaps I will accompany my aunt on her next visit to your residence." Mademoiselle Elizabeth was enchanting, the way she spoke and the sound of her laugh. She was friendly and open to a conversation and he enjoyed that about her, though he couldn't say the same for Monsieur Kadin. "Sir Kadin, if I've done anything to snide you, I sincerely beg your pardon. -Though, I cannot help my origins, it it's some habit I have that makes you dislike me." He spoke, his voice subtly edged with sharpness. This Monsieur was rude to come to such a quick conclusion after only a few exchanges.
Amabelle felt her cheeks flush with warmth at Frederick's flattery. "Chantelle, Charles, Frederick, will I be seeing you at the Montrell's garden for their annual social tea?" She asked curiously. It was coming up in a week and would be during the afternoon. The Montrell's invited an array of guests since they owned a rather large portion of land. Amabelle had heard that soon after coming into residence there, the Marchoiness had purchased much land to make a garden with its multiple fountains and croquet set. Their manor was medium in size and the land didn't compare to most, if not all, duke's land. -Though, the Montrell's had delicious treats and small meals that went well with tea and matched the season. It was an event Amabelle rarely missed as it was one social gathering where most people she knew were there at once.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 24, 2017 23:35:36 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: "He thinks badly of everyone, well- almost everyone." Because despite how much Kadin protested, he had a soft spot for their younger brother. "He does not favour company of others, which causes him to find even the littlest thing to complain about. You could name anything and he could disapprove of some aspect or another."
"Or perhaps the people in this stupid little tea house are far too flawed to have a care for," Kadin replied quickly and harshly. "Your manner is strange, it's obvious you are not from him- accent, appearance, but that doesn't come near it. You seem to fake your personality when you walked in here, because the look you had at first is certainly not how you are behaving. Rather, I would have deemed you to sit alone."
"Kadin." Elizabeth placed the tea on her cup. Her voice was harsh as she scolded her brother with a glare. As if he should care. She was a woman and everyone here knew that woman were to be married of so there was more money in the family. They served no real purpose.
And yet he went silent. There was much more he could disagree with, but there was no point. Hopefully 'Monsieur Corbin' would understand that his mind was not changing about him. Nor anyone in the place present, as they were all flawed one way or another. Annoying.
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Post by coyote β¦ on Mar 24, 2017 23:41:13 GMT -5
Chantelle set her teacup gently down as she turned and smiled at Amabelle and the stranger she had brought with her. She quickly stood, and, upon realizing her brother was still sitting, gave him a sharp look. Charles responded with an eyeroll to his twin, and quickly stood as well, offering a devilish smile to Amabelle, before falling into usual silence as he let his sister handle all the pleasantries, as small talk wasn't his strong point. "Its very nice to meet you, Frederick..." She trailed off when Amabelle mentioned the garden party, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, after missing it last year with my fathers illness..." She hesitated and then cleared her throat, changing the subject, "I wouldn't miss this years garden party, for the world."
Charles eyed Frederick as his sister spoke with Amabelle, he offered the stranger an openly cheap smile, and openly curious eyes. He was interested in knowing more about the stranger, anyone new in town. especially new or old nobility, would have set the gossip mills off, however, they had been quiet about Frederick.
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Fey
Ah, so happy for the long weekend!
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Post by Fey on Mar 24, 2017 23:50:29 GMT -5
"I see, thank you for clearing that up, though, a Lady shouldn't have to take responsibility for her brother's actions." Corbin's comment was more directed at Kadin than at Elizabeth. If Kadin would be polite for his own sake, then he should at least do it for his respect toward Mademoiselle Elizabeth. "My look is simply a matter of habit, as it is the look of most the French, though, Monsieur, no human, no matter how much we may enlighten them, is perfect. Even you, sir, have flaws. You lack common politeness and overlook the features of others, you deny others the respect they deserve and drag those around you dawn with yourself. Pardon me, but I was only returning the favor." He couldn't stifle the smug look of victory that entered his eyes, while his face stayed the same, his polite, friendly smile that still carried cartoon tensions of the French. He took in Kadin's features and watched for any ticks that would give off the young duke's true feelings toward Corbin's response. He doubted Kadin had gotten spoken to like this for a while, though Corbin knew he had stepped out of line and would accept it if the two sent him away for his impoliteness.
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Post by ππππππ’π on Mar 25, 2017 0:02:28 GMT -5
Catching Charles' smile, he attempted to smile back but he was almost certain it didn't look right. At Amabelle's mention of the tea event, he thought it over, wondering if his parents would allow him to go to such an event. Maybe he could sneak out and got to it that way? Hm, who knows what he could do at this point... "Oh, um... I might go, since it could give me a chance to know some of the people around here. I'm sure my parents will allow me to go, they trust me enough on my own anyway." As he spoke, he could feel Charle's gaze settle on him, not wanting to meet his gaze.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 25, 2017 0:02:34 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: Elizabeth almost wanted to cringe at what Corbin had said. Kadin promptly responded with a dark chuckle. "I believe I very much know how I am not perfect, however none of those play the largest part. If I wished to be polite, I would be- however none of you are worth my time. Respect is for those higher than I, which I do not see any around who are I believe. Perhaps of the same class, but I see no prince, nor princess. I have not dragged anyone down either, if you have noticed. Everyone is still rather fine and I haven't caused a detrimental affect to anyone, have I?" Kadin said calmly standing up. He looked to his sister. "I take my leave now, you enjoy doing whatever it is you wished to do when you dragged me here."
Elizabeth sighed. "Perfection is a.... sensitive topic to him, yet again I apologize. Sit at least, and let me repay it to you. His behaviour can be cruel and rude, but he has a heart.... somewhere." The brunette gave a small chuckle as she spoke, eyes flittering down at her tea. Then to her brother's tea which he had left behind to no surprise.
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Heterosexual
Fey
Ah, so happy for the long weekend!
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Post by Fey on Mar 25, 2017 0:31:22 GMT -5
Corbin listened to Kadin's words and watched as the male took his leave. "It is me who should ask forgiveness, I spoke out of turn, especially since i was the one who intruded on you both. Thank you," he finished, string across from her after she invited. "You hold much fondness for Monsieur Kadin, I suppose he must have some good qualities for you to defend him. These are not matters to be discussed over tea though, so I ask, 'How are you faring?' It was impolite of me to not inquire this upon first intruding upon you." He spoke. A maid came up to him and he promptly gave his order so he could return his attention to the captivating Mademoiselle in front of him. -- "I'm delighted to hear you all will be attending as well. By the by, did you hear of their company? I heard a nephew would be going to live with the Montrell's and that he was a Frenchman. With everything going on in France from their restoration to their new monarchy, I don't doubt that he'll be as stiff as a German." Amabelle shared, wondering what they thought of this news. Thinking of it, she didn't recall at all of any gossip on Frederick's family which was rare seeing as year old mewed on Duke Burke's death was still a hot topic.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 25, 2017 0:40:45 GMT -5
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IC :: "You did not know it would affect him. And he is my brother, I must have some fondness for him after all," she joked lightly. She knew his reasons for storming out in a calm manner, actually that just showed he could be polite. He took a leave rather than caused a commotion. "I fare quite well though. Life has been on the calm side recently, I do not mind. Dramatics have been less heard of this age. And you, kind monsieur?"
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Post by ππππππ’π on Mar 25, 2017 0:48:03 GMT -5
"I think it'll be rather exciting for me there, and I look forward to seeing you there. Really? What are the Montrell's like? Just so I know what to expect when the tea event comes around." Well, that might have just revealed how much he didn't know about the higher class families and the gossip that surrounded them. His family, however, had only been spoken of when they first arrived in the town a few years ago, then the talk of them disappeared once they got settled.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 25, 2017 1:01:34 GMT -5
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IC :: "Ah yes, my father is taking his three children to go. Me included of course," she said with a small laugh. She took the tea to her mouth once more and took a sip, it got cooler and cooler each time she took a drink. The air no doubt cooling it. "It would silly if we missed it. It is a large event that nobility and royalty partake in. I'd expect to see several others I know around as well,ones I see less often than others."
She thought the event was beautiful, however she wasn't as keen this time around. Reasons unimportant that she could hide away from. What she did need to fear was babysitting duty, watching over her youngest brother as she had done in the past. It was likely it would happen again, her father had important people to talk to and he would likely drag Kadin around to try and find him some poor, compatible girl for her brother.
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Heterosexual
Fey
Ah, so happy for the long weekend!
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Post by Fey on Mar 25, 2017 1:03:21 GMT -5
"I suppose, if you want to know something, talk to the Marchioness, Alison Montrell. She's very social and would take all evening if she could, so it's better to be in a group so you can slip away. You've probably heard about her and have gotten her mixed up with a different Marquess, quite understandable if you haven't spoken to her before. The Marquess, Ruben Montrell, on the other hand is sophisticated and intelligent, but he normally keeps to himself and doesn't partake in idle chatter or meaningless gossip. As for their nephew, what I've said is all I've heard, I'm afraid to say." Amabelle informed Frederick. She was beginning to be a little unsettled on his lack of common knowledge, though she didn't know much of his family and since he's allowed himself to sit with her and he didn't slide his words like most commoners, she had to assume he must at least be a Baronet or perhaps a Baron. Both were rather low and would explain the lack of talk about his family and his lack of knowledge.
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 25, 2017 1:13:01 GMT -5
Rome was just increasingly infuriated by everything she was hearing behind her. Sure, Rome was used to disrespect. However, she was experiencing a whole new world of disrespect in Britain. As protective as she was, it took an awful lot of concentration not to pour that brat's scalding tea straight onto his face. So, when Kadin exited the building, well... Rome couldn't help herself. She quickly hurried out after him, pulling a cap over her head. "Excuse me! Mister!"
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Post by The Blue Adept on Mar 25, 2017 1:15:13 GMT -5
lurkinnnn
also rip Kadin
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 25, 2017 1:20:46 GMT -5
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IC :: Kadin didn't know why he bothered to check to see if the person calling for someone was calling for him. A lower class persona, what the bloody hell did she want? "Are you talking to me, miss?" He growled out. He was not in a good mood- when was he ever to be honest. Perfection, of course Kadin knew he was not perfect- nobody but his family new the level of imperfection he was. Elizabeth and Jack were just as imperfect then too.
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Post by ππππππ’π on Mar 25, 2017 1:20:55 GMT -5
"Ah, right. I'll try to find Alison sometime soon, then," he told her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. The more he talked with Amabelle, the more afraid of her catching on to him being common he became. He better not give her any reason to be suspicious, because the last thing he wanted was to lose a possible friend. Well, if she wanted to be friends with him, anyway....
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