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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 20:01:55 GMT -5
(...What is "a scary OF"?)
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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 20:02:52 GMT -5
(I'm not sure, Wolf. I don't think it matters. Alex and Quinn and Gil are all late at night, but I think we can skip ahead if we'd like. The others can catch up.)
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 20:04:52 GMT -5
K I just don't know why they would end up interacting tho I guess just patrol would make sense idk
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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 20:19:55 GMT -5
(Haha! It' ok, Red. Anyway, they aren't doing anything right now. I can orchestrate something. As for Juliette...yeah, a patrol. They could run into each other in the bathroom? Lol. Idk. What would Juliette do on her days off?)
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 20:23:44 GMT -5
Uhm Tbh probably the same thing as she does on on-days. Just with slightly less uniform. I don't imagine she has much a life outside of work lol Maybe eat, she would probably eat a lot more
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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 20:28:50 GMT -5
(Haha! Okay. Hazel and Juliette meet in the kitchen, Crystal and Andy in the library. Ready, break! *claps hands* Lol. I can write a starter, Red. Two minutes.)
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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 20:40:35 GMT -5
Crystal had thought that she had finally gotten the map basically memorized. She had been studying it for the past few days so she wouldn't get lost again, and had decided to go on a short walk without it. Well, not so much a short walk. She meant to be looking for the music room. She hadn't played her piano in a week, and she missed it.
The swish, swish sound of her dark pink skirts against the floor made her smile. She liked the classy clothes they got to wear at the palace. The color was a little bold for her, but the dress was so pretty in all it's pinkness and draping that she hadn't been able to say no when her maids pulled it out of the closet that morning.
Aha, she thought proudly, stopping in front of a big door. I found it! All on my own! One step closer to that princessy confidence. She pushed the door open, her fingers itching to play--and found herself in the library. Her rosebud mouth fell into a pout. "Oh," she sighed disappointed.
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 20:41:57 GMT -5
Ah do u want me to start?
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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 20:56:50 GMT -5
(I can start if you'd like, Wolf. Two more minutes. Ha ha. Also, I'm going to bed soon.)
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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 21:04:07 GMT -5
In a very uncharacteristic move, Hazel had skipped breakfast. She had sent her apologies, it wasn't like she had slept in and been rude or anything. It was simply that she had woken up to discover today to be day one of her Favorite Week of the Month, and she had felt too sick to her stomach to eat anything.
But that was hours ago, and now she required chocolate. Preferably lots of it.
Her maid, bless her sweet soul, had offered to get it for her, but Hazel had decided that, nice as that would be, a little walk would probably do her some good. So instead sweet little Candice was showing her the way to the kitchens, protesting all the while.
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Oct 3, 2016 21:08:35 GMT -5
I'm getting back into the rp'ing swing so bear with me)
The royal family's middle child, Prince Andrew, was the only inhabitant of the library at such a late hour of morning, sitting at one of the wooden desks littering the room. He had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday which meant, unfortunately for him, if he was anything less than a One, he'd be at school, considering it was a weekday. Andy's world-class tutors had made him follow a typical high schooler's schedule, which meant getting up early and holing himself in the library when his agenda didn't call for meetings that he, the third-in-line, had to attend. Since most of the staff knew how high the royal family regarded their children's education, usually none of them ever walked into the library, opting to leave the Baby Prince alone.
This is why Andy, dressed in a typical Schreave male suit, with his tie loosened around his neck with the first two buttons undone of his crisp white shirt, jumped sky high when he heard the heavy wooden doors creak open and someone, almost dejectedly, say 'oh.' Andy picked his head up to look at the intruder, and even if you didn't live a lifetime looking at Andy's sharp face or tall figure every Friday during the Report, you could tell he was royalty by the fact he looked almost shockingly like the king, more so than his brother or sister. Andy, not completely sure if the Selected noticed him sitting in the corner, he blinked before speaking, "Can I help you?" The girl had looked disappointed to arrive at the library, so Andy guessed it was fine to ask it.
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Post by Holly on Oct 3, 2016 21:15:03 GMT -5
It was Crystal's turn to jump now, first because the voice surprised her, and secondly because she realized it belonged to Prince Andrew. Her jaw dropped for a moment before she quickly shut her mouth again, clenching her hands nervously at her sides. What was she supposed to say?! She had thought nobody was around!
She gathered her wits enough to curtesy, and forced herself to speak. "Prince Andrew. I--I apologize, I thought-- this was the--the music room." She had started strong, at least, but had lost considerable volume and cohesiveness by the end. All that "princess confidence" was definitely deflated now.
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Post by BB-8 on Oct 3, 2016 21:22:54 GMT -5
Rip Hazel u poor soul
One might think that Juliette- lazy, lazy Juliette -would love having free days. Time to lounge around, have fun with friends, sleep in! In reality, she had lived too much of her life fearing every bump in the night to sleep in, didn't have any friends besides Gil (and she wasn't even sure about that), and wasn't the "lounge around" type. She mostly spent her days doing exactly what she normally did: wandering aimlessly around the halls.
If there was, however, one thing Juliette could spend hours doing, it was eating. Stomach growling, she changed her course towards the kitchen. Just as she arrived, she noticed one of the Selected and her maid entering as well. Ooh, this was going to be fun.
"Hello there, Candice," she greeted the maid with a wink, following close behind the two. She stood be the entrance, arms crossed over chest. She squinted at the girl. "Oh! And of course, Gil's long lost, estranged sister, possibly twin, in-law, and ex. Did I miss anything?"
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Oct 3, 2016 21:38:01 GMT -5
I think I'm completely changing Andy's personality here we go we're going on a wild ride of Andy, the rebellious middle child who probably has a tattoo hahaha imagine)
Normally, Andy would have hurried to be presentable again, a mad rush of buttoning his shirt up and tightening his tie, but he decided to have some fun with the Selected, seeing her nervousness. Nothing bad, of course, but enough to test her out, see what she was like. He had a dirt relationship with his brother, he was so distant on his high and might pedestal, but maybe one day he'd value his brother's opinion.
"Music room, eh?" Andy sat back, twirling his pen between his fingers; he snuck a look at his watch, saying, "Andrew. My name is Andrew." With that, he pushed his chair away from the desk, hands at his shirt then his tie, bobbing his head to the door. "Come on, I'll take you to the music room. I've needed an excuse to get out of this." By this, he meant his schoolwork, which was math. He hated math, so in a way, Crystal's wrong door was a blessing to him.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Oct 3, 2016 23:18:26 GMT -5
Katherine looked over at her husband with her soft blue eyes, standing and walking over to him and gently cupping his face in her hands, moving so he would meet her gaze. "No, no my dear, you haven't ruined him. He's always been such a serious boy, even as a child, don't you remember? He doesn't know what to do with all this attention suddenly on him; there is nothing we can do except trust him at this point, perhaps give him advice now and then. He's trying to figure himself out, my love. I am sure you were the same way; Were you not daunted by the Selection?" Katherine moved her hands down his arms and took Charles hands. "My dear Chucky, it has been but a week. Give him time."
(Okay, so a sum up of what I'm changing: The deleted girls are getting their names saved but that's it, Andrew and Charlotte are now 16, and Red do you want to make an official change to Andy's personality on the front page?)
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Post by Holly on Oct 4, 2016 21:04:13 GMT -5
(Okay! I AM going to reply tomorrow. I just prefer a computer for the bigger replies, and I'm out and about most of the time. Sorry for the delay!)
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Oct 4, 2016 21:12:29 GMT -5
(No worries! ^^)
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Oct 4, 2016 22:07:53 GMT -5
(Hi Painted! Yes, we have two Selection girls open Spots just opened up once people became inactive)
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Oct 4, 2016 22:32:47 GMT -5
(Yes of course! See you tomorrow!)
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Post by Holly on Oct 5, 2016 17:21:59 GMT -5
Hazel laughed at Juliette's greeting. "Hi, Officer Juliette. No, you haven't missed anything." She waved a hand. "I've been too sick to think up a new story today. I don't suppose you have any ideas?" she asked. She was trying not to grimace and to stand up straight and overall to not give the impression that she was feeling awful. So far, she thought she was doing okay, but boy was her stomach making some funny noises. She saw a barstool pulled up to a counter and beelined for it. Candice, sweet, intuitive Candice, moved off in search of some chocolate and some tea for Lady Hazel. "I'm kind of surprised to see your armor isn't sewn onto you," Hazel commented, grinning slightly.
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(Ha ha! As long as everybody has their seatbelts on, the ride should be fun.)
Everything that had still been working in Crystal's brain came to a sudden, screeching halt. The prince was going to escort her to the music room? Uh-uh, no way! She wouldn't be able to bring herself to say anything! She'd look like a rude, mute dork! Besides, he was a prince for heaven's sake, and not even the prince she was supposedly here for!
But then, a small voice in the back of her head suggested, you thought this was the music room when it is, in fact, the library. Who knows if you'll even be able to find your room again without his help? She bit her lip and considered this new thought. The palace was huge; they couldn't possibly be using it all. What if she got lost and wandered around the empty parts forever?
She pulled in a deep breath and glanced up at Prince Andrew as he approached, not sure why he was insisting his name was Andrew--had she called him Prince Alexander by mistake? "I-- I guess-- okay," she said, stepping back to get out of his way.
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Charles sighed and met Katherine's gaze like she wanted him to do, but he was skeptical. She only looked at him that way when she wanted him to hear something she really believed, but he wasn't certain it would actually make him feel better this time. What could make a person feel better, after they think they've raised their son wrong for eighteen years until he was no longer capable of maintaining or even wanting any form of human relationship?
All right now, even I think that sounded melodramatic, and it was my own thought, he reasoned mentally.
He was ready to answer when Katherine called him Chucky. He hated being called Chucky, and it threw him off for a moment. He laughed quietly and shook his head, holding onto her hands. "I was daunted, but I wasn't--aloof. At least I hope not," he amended, looking at her with an eyebrow raised uncertainly. "But maybe you're right," he conceded. "Maybe he just needs time to adjust."
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Oct 5, 2016 19:56:30 GMT -5
Nah, the personality's okay. Thanks though Sky!)
Andy only personally permitted a few people to call him Andy or Baby Prince; his parents, siblings, Gil, and a handful of staff members that had been with him since birth were the only ones allowed to nickname him. However, he always insisted people of no real importance - that is, not royalty or Illean leaders - to call him Andrew. He was always the first to say he hated being royalty, and the title of "prince" was frivolous to him. Once Alex married and had children, Andy in the line of succession would be pushed so far back the idea of keeping the title was ridiculous, seeing as that he'd have no real use to the Crown. Unless, of course, he got tangled up into a relationship with foreign royalty, then the title would mean something. It was confusing.
Since Andy didn't know what was going on in Crystal's mind, he made no point in explaining all of that to her, just starting to the door, supplying her with a nod. Andy made no offer of his arm to her or a word, showing off how much like Alex he could get in regards to being cool and calculating. In truth, he really wasn't anything like that, but since Crystal obviously never interacted with him before, she just knew him as the Baby Prince from the Report: the youngest Schreave child, second-in-line for the throne, quick with a mischievous-looking smirk and quick with interrupting a casual, laid-back Report with a joke. Right now, he was anything but Baby Prince. He was Andrew, the guarded Andy, who was slightly unforgiving. He had to mature faster than a normal child, so he was happy to show off his much more guarded side than immediately jumping into being friendly.
"So, the music room," he began, finally, in the hallway. "You play what, exactly? I would have thought the guest rooms come equipped with the instruments you play already, Lady..." he trailed off, not knowing Crystal's name. Even with the casual term guest room, paired with not knowing the Selected's name, gave Andy an air of not caring, where in reality, he didn't mean to. He was genuinely asking the question, and with the vast amount of things he had to take in daily, remembering his brother's girlfriends was not high on it.
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Post by Holly on Oct 5, 2016 21:01:14 GMT -5
The last of which would not have bothered Crystal, except that remembering Alex's girlfriends wasn't high on Alex's list either, and that was a little discouraging. Not that she at all expected to win or even do well in this competition, but it was probably the most significant thing she would ever do in her life, and she at least wanted the experience to be a good one.
Anyway, she was content to walk along in silence. It was her usual comfort zone anyway. But no, he just had to talk to her again. She glanced up at hi nervously, though it was a little difficult to see his face. Crystal was tall for a girl, but she had been walking a step behind the prince, and he was a good height himself. "I play the piano," she answered. "I-- I don't know if there would have been space. In my room. The guest room. Besides--" Oh, why am I talking so much?! "Besides, I-- it-- I wouldn't want to bother people. With the noise." She had been twisting her fingers nervously during this exchange, so hard that they were white now from the constraint. She quickly clenched her fists and hid them in the folds of her skirts.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Oct 5, 2016 21:32:05 GMT -5
Katherine gave a soft, reassuring smile with understanding sketched all over her features. "Charles," She returned to using his real name, knowing that the use of Chucky had pulled him out of the deep thought that he would always sink into. "Of course I'm right. I'm your wife." She teased lightly, although she obviously took the matter of her husband's concerns seriously; what if her son wasn't able to continuously talk to people? He had been with tutors his whole life, his siblings, the people have known him through the Report, and he had done plenty of public events... Yet, none of those were as personal as the Selection would grow to become. Katherine pushed away her own small bit of worry, telling herself that it would be alright. Eventually Alex would ask for help if he felt like he needed it... She hoped.
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Post by Holly on Oct 5, 2016 21:41:05 GMT -5
Ah, there it was, his name. His good, full, respectable Christian name that he far preferred to Chucky, a hundred to one--except for the one time when Kat would use it anyway and it would make him laugh just because it was so different and she was obviously trying to get his attention. He smiled again at her joke. "I'm lucky my wife is such a smart lady," he agreed, leaning forward to kiss her on the mouth.
And suddenly pulled back, agitated again. "See? This is what I want him to have! This! This kind of a relationship." He started waving his hands around to emphasize his point, though it was a little awkward, since he hadn't wanted to let go of the queen just yet. "Our poor little sap seems to have no idea what he's missing! I--" He stopped and took a breath, looking at her sheepishly, letting the cool blue of her eyes calm him. "All right, all right, I'm done."
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