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Post by Blossomshadow on Nov 7, 2016 21:37:52 GMT -5
lol. I'm 20 so... So I think I'm going to start RPing Delaney.
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Post by Holly on Nov 7, 2016 21:45:21 GMT -5
(Okay, Red. And hello, other friends! How art thou? Ha ha. I'd offer to rp with you, Blossom, but both my girls are busy. Maybe you and Bean can rp Delaney and Charlotte?)
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Nov 7, 2016 23:37:15 GMT -5
(I'm 16 too, Red, I feel XD I still have Katherine open too, Blossom! ^^ Also, Holly, were you going to do the stableboy or should I? I feel like I have a lot of charries...)
Jaden smiled mischievously. "Well madam, of course." He took Hazel's arm again. "Come on, no one will know. And if anyone catches us, I'll say it was my idea and you were protesting the whole way. Worst thing that happens is that I'll get suspended for a few days; my parents live here and I'm rather close with the Princess (i'm throwing this in here, if that's okay, Bean... if not, I can change it), they can't fire me." The butler joked. "Come on, Miss Hazel, it's worth the risk." He encouraged.
Quinn crawled out from under the bed, sitting on the floor and leaning against it with a sigh of relief. "Whew... Well that was terrifying." She relaxed with a quiet giggle, more nervous than anything else, and she ran her hands through her hair. "Jaden's reaction... I wish I could've seen his face." She laughed, although it sounded forced- she too released how close this had been, and what terrible things would've happened if one little thing had gone wrong and they had been caught. "Oh boy." The joking barrier broke and the Selected girl rested her head on the edge of the bed.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Nov 8, 2016 8:55:38 GMT -5
Whichever, Katherine or Charlotte. I think I'm just going to have Delaney in the piano room or another gathering type room playing her violin.
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Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Nov 8, 2016 15:22:19 GMT -5
Andy nodded at Crystal's words as he led her to the doors to the gardens which were opened by two immaculately dressed guards with a stiff salute. Andy didn't even blink. "That's surprising," Andy told her finally when they were in the relative safety of the garden. He hadn't seen a camera crew yet, but he was sure they were lurking. Char probably tipped them off. "So we're figuring this out together, eh?" In truth, Andy had no clue that Crystal was a year older than him. Even if he had, he was sure it wouldn't have bothered him. His grandma, a winner of the Selection, had been nearly three years older than his grandfather. What difference did a year make? "Plus, you can't tell me if my dating ability is weak. I like that I don't have to compete with anyone," Andy said again, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
Gil looked over at her position on the floor. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I shouldn't've made that bet with you," he started, pushing off the bed. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked over at the windows overlooking the balcony and garden. "Because of me something seriously wrong could've happened. I don't think I could've forgiven myself if it did. I think maybe that was a warning about if we keep this up." Gil's voice had taken on a soft tone, but he didn't look at Quinn, scared to see her expression. He was fairly certain she knew where he was going with this. "Plus, I don't think it's fair that I'm not even letting you even think about the prince - after all, that's why you're here. Andy. Maybe we should just stop with this." Now he dared look over at Quinn.
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Post by Holly on Nov 8, 2016 21:59:44 GMT -5
Hazel hesitated, buying her lip as she teetered from one side to the other. Finally, her features slid into what could only be a mischievous grin. "Okay, let's go. But let's just say we were never told we weren't allowed. We just thought I was getting a good view for my paintings. Deal?"
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Andy's silence between Crystal's confession and their entering the garden made her incredibly nervous. She was just trying to figure out how to run away without appearing to run away when he finally spoke. It was a conscious effort to keep her mouth from dropping open, and not an entirely successful one either, but thank heavens she had the presence of mind not to express her bewilderment at the statement aloud. Surprising? He thinks it's surprising I haven't dated? Oh, don't be so silly, he was just making conversation, filling a gap. He didn't mean anything by it, certainly nothing complimentary to you. "I suppose we are," she answered, though it felt odd to be using "we" in that sentence, as if they were some kind of team when this was by far the longest conversation they'd ever had. Still, it wasn't as bad as she had feared it might be. He may not be overly charismatic, but he was at least clever enough to keep finding things to say, and he wasn't unkind. It was a start. "I'm not sure princes have many competitors, your Hughes. Andy! I'm sorry," she quickly corrected herself. "Wh--what I meant was that--I won't be much help, for--reference, I suppose." Ugh, that made even less sense. She pursed her rosy lips together, determined not to say anything else unless she had actually thought her response through.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Nov 9, 2016 0:08:36 GMT -5
(Guys this presidential election is stressing me out so bad you have no idea)
"No!" Quinn shook her head, hair falling into her eyes. The Selected girl stood, looking up at Gil. "We'll just be more careful; it's the middle of the day, we shouldn't have- We can be more-" She tucked her hair away. "Gil... we can work this out. Please." She placed her hands on his.
"Of course." Jaden chuckled, leading Hazel up another set of stairs, a smile on his face. "Whew. All these stairs keeps us butlers in shape." The guy teased, reaching the roof door and unlocking it with his set of keys; "You ready to see it?"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Nov 9, 2016 5:55:56 GMT -5
I'm fed up with it. Majority of the people who I'm friends with on FB are complaining (despite the fact that they did vote) and telling the people who they're friends with to delete them if you voted for the opposite party. I mean, seriously?! Politics is one of the three things you are not supposed to all about because everyone is different and entitled to their opinions... Ugh... Now I'll have to continue hearing about this for the remainder of the year...
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Post by Holly on Nov 9, 2016 19:33:44 GMT -5
Hazel laughed, trying not to give away how breathless she was from the climb. "I'm glad--it all works out for you," she said. It was difficult trying to hold up her skirts and her art supplies and keep a grip on the railing just in case she stumbled, because that was a definite possibility. She paused and took in a deep breath, tossing her head to shake the loose curls out of her face. "I'm ready."
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Nov 9, 2016 21:42:34 GMT -5
Jaden opened the door and stepped out onto the roof, the chilly autumn air blowing across his face as he held the door open for the Selected girl. "Come on, Miss Hazel. The leaves changing color make it that much more beautiful." The butler smiled.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Nov 10, 2016 23:26:50 GMT -5
Quinn shook her head, hair falling back into her eyes that were glistening at with the tears that stung them. She never cried, never. What the hell? She didn't even know this boy for that long... but yet... he made her feel the happiest she had ever felt. She wanted to feel that way all the time. "No, no it's not selfish." She mumbled into his chest as he hugged her, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into the crook of his neck. "I want to do all these things too... I just want to date you normally." Quinn pulled away and wiped at her eyes. "But that's not possible right now. And I'm willing to make this work; because sneaking around or not, I'll still be with you." The Selected girl cleared her throat. "But I need you to tell me, right now, if you don't feel the same way. I'll understand, really, I will." She raised her green gaze to match his. "Gil. I'll wait for you if you need me to." She murmured.
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Post by Holly on Nov 12, 2016 20:22:52 GMT -5
(Hey, everybody! Sorry I haven't been around for the past few days!) (Do leaves really change color in Angeles...? ) Hazel was just beginning to doubt that any beauty would make up for the effort she was putting in to try to keep her face from reddening and to hide her heavy breathing. "If I become queen, she muttered to herself, "we're installing elevators." Either that or she would have to exercise her legs more often. But installing elevators sounded much nicer. But the moment she stepped onto the roof, she forgot all that. Hazel was dramatic in the best way, the way that let her appreciate each little pleasure in life to the fullest at the expense--at least for a moment--of any other hardship or suffering. She drew in a long, quiet breath of cool, refreshing air. She paused only long enough to set her things on the floor, and in the next breath was as close to the edge of the roof as she could get, fingers curled over the balustrade. "Oh," was all she could manage to get out of her mouth.
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Post by Holly on Nov 12, 2016 20:33:04 GMT -5
The answer took Crystal back for a moment as well. Not because of its genuineness; she didn't yet know Andy well enough to be able to tell the difference of when he was putting on a show or baring his heart. No, the surprise to her was the suddenly very real reminder that Andy was a person who so happened to be a prince, not solely a prince. It sounded silly, she knew, but sometimes one knows things for a very long time but fails to fully appreciate the multi-faceted fact and substance of the matter. So it was in this case. She knew, of course, that Andy was a boy, only eighteen, who had had the job of prince set upon his shoulders since birth. But she hadn't really thought about the fact that he was not invulnerable, was not all-knowing or even always confident. He was even, perhaps, lonely, and eager for the kind of relationship that might arise out of this Selection. Perhaps. She glanced up at him again for a fleeting moment, making a mental note to always try to show him she appreciated him. People like to be appreciated, even princes, she thought, and smiled slightly. It made him seem much more relatable and accessible as a person. "Well, as you said, I guess we'll figure it out together."
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Post by Holly on Nov 12, 2016 20:40:29 GMT -5
(Also, Bean, I am creating a profile for a stableboy as we speak, but we can jump in now and start rping with him, if you like...and if Sky says it's okay. Haha.)
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Post by Holly on Nov 12, 2016 20:58:51 GMT -5
Holly | Thomason Hostler | 20 | Male | Uncertain - Seven, unless palace employees' castes are raised by virtue of their working at the palace? | Stable hand | Thomason is just shy of six feet tall and broad-shouldered. He is a very sturdy young man with obvious muscles in his arms and shoulders from working with the horses for years. He has thick auburn hair that falls almost to his shoulders and is usually tied back with a string and light brown eyes only a shade darker than the color of amber set in a diamond-shaped face. He rarely smiles, but then his smile is so wide it's hard not to notice. Thomason thinks deeply, angers easily, and works hard. He is not a fan of the caste system or even the monarchy, but he keeps his mouth shut (unless provoked) because a job a the palace pays better than any other job he might be able to find and it puts food on his family's table. He can't help dreaming big, but is beginning to get frustrated by the track his life is taking, especially since there is no good way onto a new one. | Thomason's twin brother, Tavish, also works at the palace as a stable hand.
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Post by Holly on Nov 12, 2016 21:56:44 GMT -5
(Caroline?)
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Post by Holly on Nov 12, 2016 22:03:17 GMT -5
(Oh! Ha ha, sorry, so didn't know that! Anyway, ok, have fun!)
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Post by Holly on Nov 13, 2016 0:09:11 GMT -5
(I do! I made a stable hand for you and I'm so proud of him! Did you see him?! Lol. Also, how was your day?)
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Post by Holly on Nov 13, 2016 0:42:04 GMT -5
(Yeah, sure, but I'm probably going to need to go to bed soonish. You wanna start?)
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Post by Holly on Nov 13, 2016 1:07:47 GMT -5
(I'm not 100% sure, but I'm assuming the lock is on the stall door, correct?)
Thomason--or Tom, as his few friends more often called him--had seen the princess come in from his spot up in the loft. He leaned the pitchfork he'd been using against the wall, brushed off his hands, and climbed down the ladder to the ground level of the stables while she retrieved the saddle, knowing she would need help. The silly woman could never figure out which key belonged to her mare's stall, and it was ridiculous. He grabbed the correct key off the wall hook without missing a step and stopped by Charlotte's side. "If I may, Your Highness," he said, moving forward to insert the key and remove the lock from the door. The fact that they locked the horses in at all was folly, he thought. Heaven forbid the barn catch fire and all the horses would be trapped. But after an incident of a particularly spirited stallion breaking out of his stall and nearly trampling the child of a visiting dignitary some years ago, the king had insisted that measures be taken to secure the horses. Hence the locks.
Thom unhooked the lock from the door and swung it open for Charlotte. "I have her a good brushing today, Your Highness, and that mark on her leg looks all healed up now," he said. Generally he maid a point of not talking with the royal family, or most people in general really, but there was an air about Charlotte--one of barely repressed defiance, an independent spirit--that he couldn't help appreciating. Plus there was the short hair, which never failed to shock some people. Her hair was about the same length as his own, probably. So clearly her idea of being a woman clashed a bit with the stereotype of princesses, but she didn't seem to care, and that made her the least odious of the monarchical family in his book.
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