IC Roleplay

[Amare te stesso]

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~First post will go here when we start~
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Something the selected need to know is that there will be people who will get sent home in the selection and if that happens to your character you have the choice of dropping the RP completely, or becoming a maid or a guard instead. The Selected girls that get sent home will be the Prince's choice, not mine. So good luck, we will be starting soon!
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[Amare te stesso]

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The Selection. The chance to bring a girl from rags to beauty but from what I’ve seen in the past. ‘The Prince always chooses the higher castes so a caste so how would I ever to hope that I could get past the first set of eliminations.’ She thought to herself as she sat in the elegant ballroom that had huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling which was probably worth more than everything she had, herself included. A piano sat in the corner causing a slight glare from the light shining through the huge windows that opened onto a huge balcony. There were rows of chairs lined up with the girls of the selection filling them. To the right there was a couch with a small coffee table in front of it and it was mirrored on the other side. Between, there was a buffet table that had a ton of food on it and probably half of it would be thrown away. What a waste. ‘If they just spent one day…’ she started to think but then threw away the thought because she wasn’t there to criticize everything they did. The smell was still taunting her.
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 They were told this was supposed to be a casual thing but what was casual about meeting the Prince’s. After the Prince’s introduced themselves, they would be able to get food and chat amongst themselves as the Prince’s call their names to have a short conversation. Most of the girls had nerves basically flowing off them as they altered their dresses or put stray pieces of hair behind their ear. The dress she had on was a plum purple that was loose with short sleeves and a simple necklace that was from home. Even in the castle, in a professionally made dress, she still looked like a six.
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The Princes were just people, like her, like everyone else in this room. They just had more money and more power but that didn’t make them any less human and it didn’t make them gods. The nervous chatter silenced as the two massive ballroom doors opened and steps were heard on the marble floor. This is when the game begins.
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(Don’t worry. Not every bodies post needs to be this long. This is just an opening post and I’m a wordy person some of the time)
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The Dress:
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Assignments:
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I’m not going to lie; the maids and guard characters aren’t exactly prominent characters but they would probably interact with each other and their person they’re assigned to. I’m sorry not everybody can get a maid or guard if you weren’t assigned one then you basically have an NPC.
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Chamomile Lewis  ---------------------  Whitney Marie Costello
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Kina Evero -------------------- Dakota Kolton
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Meredith Young ------------------- Emerald Peirce
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Eleanor Schultz ------------------- Shannon Brey
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Enzo Stockholme -------------------- Both of the Princes
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Santiago Fermin ------------------- Aria Mayvus
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Alexandre St. Clemente ------------------ Acadia Sung
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Aria Mayvus, a cast three young lady such as herself patiently waits till she can meet the Princes'. She looked around saw the other females from the Selection. This was like a game and they were all contestants fighting for a chance to be queen, but Aria didn't see this as a game, she saw it as an opportunity to find happiness and love. It took her some time to finally come to a decision about doing this since she has been hurt so much by men that she used to not believe that love could exist for her. Aria's last relationship ended in with a big bang when her Ex decided that it was okay to physically hurt her at his apartment and when she escaped from his grasp she spent a good three days wandering around the city before she even went home. Aria was in pretty bad conditions when her mother signed her up for therapy since she was a bit traumatized by everything and her she is a year later. Aria had a good feeling about this Selection, but she didn't keep her hopes up so that it wouldn't be crushed when everything fails. Aria was somewhat patient, but this whole Selections thing pretty much got her stomach in knots and she felt like she was the only nervous wreck here since all of the girls looked beautiful and so poised. "This is going to be tough, they all look so gorgeous and poised. How will he ever notice me in a crowd of beautiful girls." Aria thought to herself and that's when all the slight doubts began to come into play, but then she got rid of those thoughts because she knew it wasn't good to get herself down. 
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Aria's dress fit her personality to a T. It was whimsical, yet elegant. The dress was picked out for her by her mother, which she didn't mind since her mother knew what she liked and what she imagined her dress to be. The dress was a champagne color with lacy sleeves that had embroidery of very intricate patterns of gold, silver, and a light purple that didn't overpower the dress. Aria never really had a huge thing for big fancy dresses at all which is why she let her mother do the dress shopping for her instead. Aria didn't like it because when she would dress up fancy, she would think about others who were in the lower class didn't get to have this opportunity of dressing up and going out to someplace elegant. Possibly every day of the week if possible when she has free time from her studies she goes and donates clothes to those in need as well as food that she hand makes is given out as well. She knows that she wants to try and help them in the best way by giving them half of what they need, food and clothes. Aria is very selfless and will put others before her which is why she tries to help as much as possible. She also took her creativity to a whole new level and created a system called The Box of Hope, which is a wooden box that is placed at the end of each street where instead of letting the rich throw away food, clothes, or other utilities, they can put it in The Box of Hope and anyone who needs food or clothes can simply come to the box and collect whatever is there. 
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Aria looked to the side of her as she was seated down in the third chair, she saw a whole buffet of food of all kinds. It smelled wonderful but even she knew that the people here couldn't possibly finish it, so where was it all going to go? Aria let out a slight sigh but then faced forward as she looked around the beautifully decorated room and how lovely it all looked to her. 
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DRESS & Hair
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Edie sat quietly in one of the chairs, her finger twirled with a loose strand of her faded pink hair as she waited nervously for the Princes to arrive to greet them. She felt like a sore thumb out of the group with her unnatural hair color but that just made her stand out which could be a good thing, right? Edie looked around at the other girls, they all seemed poised to perfection while she sat there, bouncing her leg anxiously and paint stuck underneath her nails from yesterday's painting. She began to gnaw at her bottom lip as her nerves began to grow. What if the Princes didn't like her? What if she said something wrong? What if she tripped over her dress? Questions raced through her mind as she patted down the skirt half of her dress.


The dress she wore was elegant, something Edie could never attempt to wear normally. She remembered the day she raced up to her father with a great smile on her face saying she wanted the exact dress she drew for her birthday, that was before her father passed away. A small smile curled upon the girl's lip as the heartfelt memory flooded her mind. Her father wanted her to find love before life passed by her, and she was going to, for him. Edie's gaze slowly went over to the buffet table, she felt her stomach grumble at the sight of food. Like the forgetful person she was, Edie was too nervous to eat so she skipped breakfast. The girl released a small groan before she noticed the two grand door opened. Her hunger soon left her as anxiety soon returned as she noticed more people slowly entered the room. Edie quickly adjusted her side bun, brushing small strands of curly pink hair past her ear anxiously as she curled a small, yet excited smile on her lips.

 

[Neastlarsson]

Quissiella Eva Angelica Genovia
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There were not many things Quissiella did not love about the rich and famous life she would get in the castle, but her first dress was the thing she would come to hate the most. At home she would normally wear dresses to give life to the jewellery she was wearing at that day and now she was supposed to wear something that gave life to herself. Though it was not she herself that had been choosing her first dress and it was nothing even close to what she would have chosen. The pink and sparkly dress concurred all of the colours she had in her skin and made her look paler than she usually looked and the sparkles made her think of a disco ball more than of anything else. She could not say that she felt better when she realised that the only jewellery she was given were fake ones and that the only necklace she and taken with her was a simple one with a little bit of quartz in the end.  Quissiella and her maid had a long conversation while the maid put on her dress, made her hair and sculpted Quissiella's face to look stronger. Showing strength in a dress like this was not what easy but the maid did what she was able to do.


Sitting in the ballroom Quissiella had started to regret her hard tone against the maid, it had never been the girl’s fault that the first dress did not fit her personality; the girl had probably not had much to work with. She looked out over the room, beside the other girls there were no one else there, but they had been told to stay and be quiet while they waited for the princes’ and that what was the girls were doing. Women, Quissiella told herself, they were not girls they were women. Some of the women seemed to be as calm as Quissiella was, but some of them seemed to be way more insecure and a few even seemed scared. Quissiella eyed them out, one after one. She recognised two girls as models; her father had been searching for one to go on billboards for their company but had denied both of them. He said they lacked the look he wanted his brand to be recognised with. She smiled to herself, it was a funny memory. Her father had always wanted her to be their model, but as she was in the same caste as him it would never be allowed. If they just had been pushed up one more, thanks to the game, she would have been happy to go home and model for her father instead of selling the jewellery.


The doors opened and Quissiella straightens her back, lowered her shoulders. She had not chosen a necklace for the day to let her beautiful collarbones look even more defined, a choice she was happy with. She took a last look down at her dress, at least they would notice her. She was quite sure that this was the most eye-catching dress of them all.


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[Eldarkon]

Prince Marcus Jackson
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"just a minute" Mark giggled to his personal guard. he had no idea that the orientation had already started, and had just woken up from the night before. "Im so in for it" he said with a sigh. he was still in bed in his pajamas and he had to make himself presentable to 15 woman in 5 minutes tops. Jumping out of bed, Mark rushed to the shower and gave himself a run down, with just enough time to put on body wash and shampoo/conditioner. after jumping out and drying himself off, he rushed to his wardrobe. "Now, what should i wear". he didn't want to wear something that was incredibly fancy, although he did want to look nice. maybe something that was casual, but still fancy. Immediately, he took out his favorite shirt, which was jean of course, and picked out a random matching suit and dress pants. He then gave himself a good look in the bathroom mirror, styling his hair to make sure he looked nice. he could have shaved, but he liked the beard shadow. after just a few sprays of cologne, he rushed to the front of his door. now came one of the hardest decisions that he would make any day; he had to choose a pair of shoes. Mark had an extensive collection of all different brands, colors and styles. he was pretty big on shoes. but again, this time he wanted to find a mix of casual, yet fancy. after a minute, he made a decision on a dark blue casual shoe. it blended in perfectly with his shirt. looking back in the mirror and looking confident, Marcus exited his room. "told you i was just going to be a minute Enzo" he giggled "come on. if i know my bother, he will already be waiting for us at the stairs" and with that, they took off. Although Mark seemed like he was confident and composed, he was actually terrified. you see, you dont get alot of interaction with woman if you are the younger child of a royal family. it's always the bother that got to meet all the woman. this would be the first time he had interacted with a girl in years. but never the less, he would stay composed and confident, and act like it was one of his stage performances. he would always play for guests or friends, trying to cheer them up or just better their day. Marcus had even had a few television appearances, playing with some of his worlds biggest musicians and pop artists. but now he was going to face his greatest challenge; picking a woman to be his wife. When him and Enzo finally reached the stairs, as expected his bother, Cassius was waiting for them. 
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[Tori Bradley]

Vanessa Nuvari
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[SIZE= 18px]Vanessa fidgeted in her seat, running her fingers through her dark hair as she waited anxiously for the princes' arrivals. She wasn't nervous about meeting them. She'd never been one to be nervous around a guy. She was nervous about the situation. Where she was, what she was wearing, why she was there. Vanessa wasn't one to be in fancy situations. The only time she ever wore anything more than jeans and loose button-up shirts was when she had to dress nice for the times when she performed at parties for higher caste people. If she was completely honest with herself, she preferred her usual look to the elegant attire she wore now. Her dress was long and swept across the floor as she walked. The fabric was some smooth, gauzy type thing that was extremely comfortable for a dress and it was a light, pastel gray. The straps on the shoulders were bejeweled with lines of grayish black beading and the bodice was snug around her chest, accentuating her cleavage. That she definitely didn't like. Other than that, the dress was pretty. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 18px]Vanessa knew she didn't stand out like the other girls did. Their dresses were all flashier and more eye-catching. There was nothing simple about them. Vanessa had deliberately asked her maids to make her a simple, yet elegant dress that fit her personality. That was who Vanessa was. Simple, yet elegant. If the princes preferred the flashy, higher caste, richer girls, then so be it. Vanessa would return home and search for her happily ever after elsewhere. She knew that this likely would not last long for her, though she hoped that, if the princes were going to eliminate her, that they do it sooner, rather than later. She didn't want to fall in love with one of them, or worse, both of them, and then get sent away. She'd be heartbroken.  Vanessa was jerked from her thoughts when she heard the ballroom doors open. Several people entered, all of whom looked to be either maids or guards who took up posts around the edges of the room. She watched each of them, finally spotting her personal guard standing against the wall nearest her. She waved at him and he nodded respectfully before resuming his emotionless guard facade. Vanessa laughed and turned her gaze back to the still-open doors, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the men she had come to meet.[/SIZE]
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[Snowflower]

Queen Juliana Jackson
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Today was the day the Selection began. It was also the twentieth anniversary of the beginning of the misery that plagued Queen Julianna ever since she first set foot in the castle.


By all rights, she should have been happy, ecstatic even, when Andrew had asked her to be his bride. Before her Selection, she was a lowly member of Caste 6, just barely eligible to participate. But she had been happy as a Six. She'd enjoyed making clothes. She'd even had a male friend in Caste 3 who had expressed a desire to marry her knowing that she was asexual. They had decided that their marriage would only exist on paper and they would live as friends.


But the Selection had begun. Her parents, seeing the chance to move higher in society, forced her to enter the Selection and break things off with her friend. And horror of horrors, she was accepted. She'd tried to be a perfect, prim, proper lady, asking for tips from the other girls, in the hope that the Prince would see her as stuffy and boring, and dismiss her. But she hadn't known that the Prince, now King, actually preferred proper ladies.


The only good things that had happened to her in these past twenty years were her children, Cassius and Marcus. They never acted like Andrew, even though they had some of his looks. And now, they, too, would be picking wives through the Selection. She only hoped that every girl there was there out of her own free will, and that she'd raised her sons well enough to pick a girl that was actually in love with them, instead of one that wasn't.


She finished sipping her morning tea as she heard a knock on the door. Her maid walked in, giving her a slight bow. "My lady," she began. "The Selection has begun. Is there anything in particular that you wish to wear?"


Julianna set the white porcelain teacup back in its saucer, then stood up, smiling at the maid. "I would like to look regal," she said calmly. It's a formal occasion, so I must.


The maid obliged, quickly finding a strapless navy gown with an embroidered pattern. Julianna smiled. She was still able to wear strapless dresses at her age, and the embroidered pattern reminded her of the place she'd once called home. After the maid helped her dress, she also helped her don a diamond tiara.


Juliana looked at herself in the mirror approvingly. "Thank you, dear," she said to the maid. "And could you do me a favor? Please summon Cassius and Marcus to my rooms. I wish to speak to them."


The maid rushed out of the room with a nod, only stopping to pick up the teacup and take it out of the room.


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Dakota Kolton
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Unlike most of the girls, Dakota was perfectly calm and cheerful. A casual, crooked grin lifted brought out the dimple in her right cheek, and she gazed around the room with wonder. Beautiful chandeliers hung from the ceiling, but still allowed sunlight to filter in through the tall windows. A grand piano sat in the corner, and Dakota wondered whether or not someone would play it for them. The ceiling and walls had fancy designs and gold inlays, and she couldn't help but ponder how much time had been put into building this. Being a Five, she'd only really ever lived in a small house with her parents, brothers, and sisters. After a moment of hesitation, Dakota went over to one of the windows to gaze out at the castle grounds. Her arms felt warm just standing there, and her smile widened as she mentally and emotionally prepared herself for her first meeting with the princes.
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Looking around at the other girls, she realized her dress was fairly dull compared to others, but it fit her personality perfectly. It was almost as if her maid, Kina, knew exactly what types of colors she adored, and she had barely held herself back from throwing her arms around the girl and thanking her over and over again. The dress was floor-length in a gorgeous dove gray color that only had a sleeve on the left shoulder, leaving her right one exposed. The waist was belted with a half-skirt of sorts falling over her right side, over the actual skirt. Both Dakota and her maid had agreed to leave her long hair tumbling down her back, with part of it falling over her left shoulder. Her only jewelry was a black beaded bracelet that Dakota had brought from home, a going-away present from her mother.
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Dakota knew for a fact she wouldn't win. But she could at least give it a shot, couldn't she? If worst came to worst, she'd leave first, without any friends to show for it. At least, she hoped she'd make a friend. Surely not all the girls were so competitive as to pretend they weren't going to tolerate each other for a while, or so self-centered as to think they were automatically going to win? Hopefully, the princes would be able to tell if the girls they married actually loved them or not; after all, such a decision could affect the future of the country. Not that Dakota cared much for politics. She just cared that she was still able to paint.
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Spotting the food out of the corner of her eye, Dakota took a quick peek around and drifted over to the table. Trying her best to seem like she had manners (which she did...just not the ladylike kind), she tasted a few of the foods lying before her. Her mouth exploded with the delicious flavors, and she tried not to moan. Instead, she closed her eyes, her lips pressed together to savor the flavor. Opening them again, she continued to eat, paying no mind to the others around her.
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     Making note of the fact his brother and Enzo had just appeared he smiled to the pair making note of their clothing choices, His lips turned to a gentle smile as he looked at his brother. "Well then. Today will be a day unlike and other Marcus, try not to get too nervous alright? It's just fourteen potential girls who in the end two will end up marrying us" he said to his brother simply with a smile. Hopefully Marcus wouldn't freak out and have some sort of panic attack out there even though it was a rather monumental occurrence and it could be pretty dangerous to an extent, especially with the fact we didn't know any of the girls, we just knew that they had come here to be candidates. With the thought in mind Cassius knew that he'd protect his little brother no matter the cost since he was family and what was important was your family as long as they cared for you.. dad was, an exception to this rule with how he acted towards his family but this tradition. The selection was something they had grew up hearing of and every moment thy had a birthday it said the two of them were closer to it. While normally Cassius liked to look at least slightly casual he decided it would be a good idea to wear a suit since they were supposed to be practically interviewing these girls and learning about them since it's practically the main reason we were brought down to this area. 


     The suit Cassius wore was a rather simple one, a white dress shirt complimented by a silver tie. Covered over by a lightened gray vest and then once more to top off the outfit, a black blazer jacket which came with a convenient pocket to hold a handkerchief. As for pants he'd just wore some black slacks capped off with black dress shoes, His hair was combed in a way that made it look a bit nicer and a personal taste in cologne hung gently from his body. Though it wasn't so pungent as to rip through your senses and give you a migraine or even cause an issue, that was the best part about his way of using cologne. It kept it from being too overpowering and yet it still had that nice scent to it where it was nice to be near it or even have the aroma play with your senses. After straightening his tie a bit while standing there he looked to his brother, "Well I suppose we should more than likely head in then shall we? Wouldn't want to keep the ladies waiting too long and it would more than likely be best if we didn't waste much of their time" he said before heading down the stairs towards the entrance to the room which held all of the future brides. 


   Keeping the thought of that in mind he assumed that his brother would just be following him and walked down through the doors where they would both appear proving what he had predicted to be true furthermore. Now that both he and his brother were out there he could see all fourteen of the girls and they seemed to be either off in side conversations or doing their own thing as was evident by the girl he spotted over at the buffet. They seemed to either be a bit jumpy and nervous or just enjoying themselves the two seemed to be intermingled among the crowd of girls. Fourteen didn't seem like a big number but when it came to having to marry one of them it was a bit more retraining to your mind, he did notice every one of them and their differing styles of dresses which just further enveloped his mind by the fact everyone here was undoubtedly different than the one before her. Then the room fell silent and eyes had turned to them, he could feel it and it that was something he'd grown used to over time. 


     He was standing now with my brother at a little over arms-length away from him on the marble floor looking at everyone alongside him. "My my.. you all look absolutely beautiful. I'm not being fake about that even in the slightest. Everyone's dress just fits them so eloquently, where are my manners. I'm Prince Cassius Evante Jackson. Pleasure to make your acquaintance" He spoke in a voice that would allow for everyone to hear him and yet he remained clear in it. The tone he spoke in didn't come close to giving up his etiquette either so he'd still be able to stay proper like he truthfully was supposed to be, after stating such he paused and waited for his brother to introduce himself to the ladies. Though he spotted his mothers maid he didn't make any sort of motion to go over to her since he knew he couldn't just abandon the selection and the entire situation fall through for them so instead he focused back on his main goal, their mother could wait a few minutes right? He was sure she would understand if he explained it to her at a later point in time.

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[The Comet]

Lorenzo Tobias Stockholme






  Enzo's eyes blinked open as his alarm beeped, causing him to swear under his breath as he looked to the time. Shit.. Mark's gonna be expecting me. The young man thought as he sat up on his bed. He looked to his side window, pulling open the curtains before slamming his hand down on the alarm. Lorenzo then yawned in his hand, stretching before getting up from his bed. His rumpled t-shirt caught onto the side of his bed, forcing him to pull it off as he dragged himself down into his washroom. Lorenzo's eyes snapped open as he rushed into the washroom. He couldn't afford to be late, this would be day one of the selection. After a quick shower, brushing and shampooing, the young guard stepped out of his bathroom before strolling to his wardrobe. It wasn't much but he always found a way to make of what he had. In this case, he had not a choice as he slapped on his uniform, combing his hair as he sang to himself infront of his mirror.


  Sighing, he turned to his door, walking to begin the day's work. Being Mark's personal guard and Cassius' temporary guard wasn't really work. Even before he became their guard, he already knew the two as good friends, working for them only strengthened his loyalty to them and the kingdom. Lorenzo hadn't failed them yet and had sworn never to ever fail them. As he continued down the hall, he whistled to himself, winking at the various chefs and maids who happend to cross him in the hall as he made his way to Mark's room. Mark's room was in the royal hall, it was always an honor each time he walked in it. Men twice his age would've killed for his job, Guard Alexander, the fifty-eight year old castle doorman and former guard had once threatened him for it when he'd just recieved the job. Enzo let out a short laugh at the memory, it was always uplifting when he thought about it though he didn't know quite why. "I'll be taking that." He said, grabbing a pastry from the platter one of the maids were holding as they passed by. "You owed me, stop judging!" He joked to the woman, a friend of his in the castle.


As expected, Enzo arrived at Mark's room softly knocking on the door as the prince let him in. He  smirked as, looking to the unprepared prince. "The one day I'm on time, Mark." He scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned in the doorway. He bit down on the cinnabon he'd taken from the chef maid earlier in the hall. "Make it quick." And as usual, Mark did. Minutes later the prince was out as  they continued down the hall, conversing about their hopes for the selection. "Don't go for the gold diggers, aight?" He joked, folding his hands behind his back as they walked. His white leather gloves rested on his lower back, trudging down elegantly with the prince. 


  Enzo grinned as Cassius joined the two, at least he was already pampered. "Big day out, don't mess up." He warned as they continued into the room the selected girls were waiting in. He slid towards the railing, leaning over it as he examined each girl. Sure it was disrespectful to rest on the railing, but he already knew he was like a son to the Queen, she was always there for him whenever he was truly in need, even when his mother had died. They're beautiful. He thought as he looked to the selected girls, frowning for a moment before straightening up on the railing. He watched Cassius deliver his speech, his smirk formed once again as he spoke. I don't think I even had to warn him. Enzo thought, clapping his hands softly as he'd finished. It truly was polished even if it was rather short.

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Some had told her it was the equivalent of a fairy tale. Others said it was mere propaganda to make it seem like everyone was equal despite their caste, but the Prince only chose those of a high caste. Either way, the Selection made Adelaide beyond nervous, and she couldn't help but feel self conscious in her dress with all these other girls, in such an elegant room as well. Her chances were slim, which made Adelaide want to be picked to go home in the first round so she wouldn't have to deal with consequences that could come from falling in love. For someone like her, loving then being rejected was a deep fear and it would be nearly impossible to get over it due to how sensitive she was. She shook off the thought. It wasn't a time to focus on that. In an attempt to keep her occupied and dull down the butterflies raging in her stomach, Adelaide's gaze ran around the room, observing everything she could take in and and analyzing anything she came across. The room was stunning, intricate gold details found upon every wall, along with painting that lined the edges of the roof. Her eyes soon traced over to the two chandeliers dangling from the roof, the crystals adorning it glimmer from the light that poured into the ballroom through the large windows. She could certainly appreciate the talent displayed in the room.


Adelaide's attention directed to the line of chairs, with all the girls who were to participate in the Selection seated in them. Each one had their own unique dress created by their maids, which caused her to focus on her simple yet elegant one. It was a flowing white dress, with white and blue beads embellished on the top of the bodice. The fact that is was strapless didn't make the female feel any more comfortable, though her favorite color -- blue -- being included made her happier, she supposed. Adelaide only had a silver bracelet with a four-leaf clover charm on her left hand, which could be considered a family heirloom since it was passed on through the females. Her mother gave it to her just before Adelaide had set off. The simplest part of her outfit was her hair, though. The maid assigned to her had spent quite a while trying to figure out what to do with Adelaide's hair as there weren't too many options for the shorter hairstyle she had, so they both settled to leave it out and let it naturally flow upon her shoulders. She wasn't anything special or flashy, just simple, which is how she certainly preferred to be.


At least the female knew she couldn't possibly be the only nervous one. Someone else just had to be nervous. When she was preparing for this event, she hadn't payed much attention to what she was actually meant to be doing, but she did notice the food so eating was involved at some point. She also knew they were to have their first meeting with the Princes, which she presumed would be much more laid-back, though the dresses and formality of the setting told otherwise. If she were to be truthful, Adelaide was probably thinking the whole selection was going to be more relaxed than it would more than likely turn out to be. Though she could still be hopeful that not everyone would be at least kind, and not stuck up girls who 'knew' they'd win.


As soon as she heard a creak of the door, Adelaide made a rapid and desperate attempt to calm down and become completely silent. Of course, that was impossible but she was still trying to make her breathing soundless. Her gaze dropped onto her fiddling hands that lay in her lap, before forcing her eyes up onto the male who'd just entered -- Cassius, the eldest prince. Things suddenly felt real. She was here. At the Selection. There was no turning back. She had noticed the guards and maids that had walked in just a moment earlier, though they hardly bothered her. One guard stood out to her though, he entered with the Prince and seemed much more relaxed,  leaning on a railing. Was he even allowed to do that? She shook her head slightly, Adelaide was beginning to sound like a pampered princess questioning what others were allowed to do. One hell of a name, Adelaide thought when Cassius spoke, Who says that mouthful for an introduction? The female basically ignored the fact that the Prince called all of the girls beautiful, as that could've excluded her anyways. Her eyes flicked over to Marcus who'd so far merely stood there, waiting for him to introduce himself and things to rear into action.




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[NJN25]

Rose Empson
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Rose stood there looking like one of the most unfriendly people possible. Arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, and gaze ice cold. It wasn't her fault she didn't want to be here. Most of the other girls had smiles plastered on their face due to excitement. She scoffed at the thought of them thinking they could win. How cliché. Rose had very strong opinions on the Selection. She thought the whole thing was fake. It was all just an act. A show put on to make the princes seem like they were great people. Like they were just like the rest of us, like they were simple human beings. Her overly-enthusiastic mother on the other hand was beyond excited about the Selection. She was the one who forced Rose to do it. Her mother was so exhilarated Rose thought her mother should just enter instead. Even the room they were in was screaming filthy rich. How could these royals be human beings?
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Though she was unenthusiastic about all of this, Rose was looking forward to the luxury. Of course she wouldn't admit that to anyone. The dresses, the jewels, the class. It was her dream. Her dress was beautiful. It showed elegance. It showed beauty. The dress was long and dark green. Silver jewels covered most of the top part, along with the sleeves. She kept her hair down, which she was currently twirling with her finger out of boredom. Growing up in Caste 6, she never had the opportunity for riches like that, but she had always dreamed of it. A girl can dream, can't she? As long as she doesn't dream too much. Unlike Rose's dreams, some of these girls who were actually looking forward to the Selection. Some of the girls were even nervous. Poor things. There hearts are most likely going to get broken. She almost felt bad for them.
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She observed some of the other girls in the room. It was a large room, Rose expected more desperate girls to be here. However, there were only fourteen. That meant twelve would go home. The winners were probably already picked out. Rose wouldn't act surprised if this whole thing did turn out to be fake. She had been told by many that she's too rude or too honest, but she just liked to think she was straight to the point. Rose used to be a dreamer like her mother, but over time she saw things for the way they truly were. Of course, her mother was still the most optimistic person she'd ever met. Rose was almost completely sure that her mother's positivity about Rose getting enetered into the Selection is what got her in. Rose had repeatedly told her mother to not enter her. She had already had her fair share of heartbreaks. But of course, she didn't listen.
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Still bored out of her mind, Rose noticed girls tensing up, as well as the guards and maids in the room. She looked around to see what was happening when she noticed the two princes walk in. She could practically hear the hearts melting. Rose had to admit, they were both very handsome, but she wouldn't fall for any of their tricks. The eldest told them how all of them looked beautiful, and Rose quietly scoffed at the thought of him actually meaning it. He introduced himself, but Rose only rolled her eyes. Did he always act like that? She promised herself she wouldn't be persuaded by his polite compliments, good looks, and dashing smile. She pursed her lips and waited to see what the prince would say next. Hopefully not something cheesy like Rose would expect him to say. Although she wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
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Marcus just kept following his bother, trying to compose himself to make a good first impression. "just act like your on stage" he told himself, which was good enough for him. And with a deep breath, him in his brother entered the large room in which they would meet the woman. Entering the room, he eyed a large table with a delicious breakfast buffet. However the more beautiful sight was all the gorgeous woman that were sitting at the table, all of them different and all of them beautiful. it seemed they had not noticed their entrance yet, and were still doing their own thing wherever it was eating the food, talking with others, or just patiently waiting for their arrival. just by a first glance he thought it would be impossible to pick a wife. looks like alot of talking was needed to be done. Him and his brother took a few more steps into the room, and it feel silent. everyone was looking at them, the girls, the guards, the maids. everyone. "well" Marcus though to himself "here it goes"


   After his bother gave his quite polite introduction, Mark stepped forward until he was right beside his brother. Although his brother was older than him, coming out of the womb a few months before him, Mark was always the taller and bigger one, always being a few inches taller. giving a warm and relaxed smile, he gave his introduction "you all look so beautiful" his deep voice boomed throughout the room. it was confident, yet comforting." Im Prince Marcus Jackson, but you can just call me Mark. its a pleasure that i get to know all in the next little while" and now came getting to know these lovely ladies. now came the real adventure


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Shannon stood somewhere near the middle of the line up of girls, feeling a bit like a criminal, twirling a strand of her bright red hair that looked like molten fire against her pale skin and charcoal dress. She was glad for the tight fitting thing however, since it showed off the bit of curves she had. Glancing around the room boredly, her foot tapping underneath the silky trails of her dress in her annoyance, Shannon noted the expressions of all of the other girls. While she wasn't very competitive about this whole 'winning the prince's heart' thing, she was still curious what their emotions might be. Shannon herself was a bit annoyed that they had been forced to stand since they had put on their dresses, but at least she felt a bit of power in the fact that she was taller than many in the room, including the guards and maids. As her eyes trailed over the room once more, Shannon noticed the guards and maids tensing and she instinctively glanced to the main doors. The same reaction usually came in her home when her brothers had broken something and their parents were about to walk in the room.
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As the doors were pulled open, Shannon couldn't help but curiously search for the faces of the men that would be victim to the fifteen beasts standing in the room. As she had discovered, even the most kind or shy in the room could be the most vicious when it came to competing. Admittedly, as the princes entered the room, she found them attractive in their own unique ways, but her opinion in her initial interview still stood. They seemed the type to be stuck up, pampered pricks that only cared about you if you had a million dollars to blow. The girl next to Shannon scoffed and her chocolate gaze swiveled to the girl curiously, a playful smirk playing on her rouged lips. Leaning down to speak to the girl quietly, Shannon decided that this girl could be an ally, perhaps even a friend. If she could put up with a few snarky comments that is.
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     Cassius smiled as he heard his brothers introduction, though the fact that his brother kind of just yelled an introduction seemed a bit much he wasn't going to question it since everyone was entitled to do their own thing whenever they were here. That's what being alive was, though everyone lived under order to an extent, Fear if you would was an order known to most but at the same time it was the fuel that burned brighter than any other to send the cascading shadows and illusions of that we learned to fear. Whether it be an arachnid crawling up your arm from your hand as it lay gently on the keyboard before you. Or the fear that in behind you right now someone was creeping up slowly and silently with a blade to draw your final breath, all of it was the same. An order that everyone lived off and understood far too well, because in the end we are all human and the thing that keeps humans alive.. was fear.


    Though afterwards I smiled, "So you're welcome to mingle among yourselves.. But we will be contacting you one by one to just talk about yourself and you're welcome to ask us about ourselves as well." I looked to Mark and nodded with a calm expression then back out to the girls, After taking a brief look at the list of names I had I handed the list to Marcus. "So would Ms... Whitney Costello. Please visit me over at the couches" I requested calmly and then walked off towards the exact area I had mentioned. To be honest I had just read the name at the top of the list, if I assumed correctly one of the maids assigned the people to the list due to the date of their application being turned in. After doing so I made sure that I was in an easily spotted location for her and sat down on the couch across from the other where the girl would sit as long as she caught onto where I was going. 


@Unimaginable_16


@Akio Chikara

 

[tsuneni]

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[SIZE= 10.6667px]For months, Katherine, Ingrid, and the other women in the seamstress factories pleaded with Emerald to sign up for the selection. At first, Emerald thought the idea was foolish. The selection would only be won by women with class, loyalty, charm, beauty. Emerald had none of those traits. She was a sickly child growing up; her father didn't have enough money to buy food or medicine to support both him and Emerald. And, she isn't exactly the most proper. She drinks alcohol, curses once or twice, and her eccentricities or beyond compare. Singing in rain, dancing in the streets, going barefoot wherever she goes. The women told her though, to hold on to the reminder that Queen Juliana was from the sixth caste, and that anything could happen to Emerald.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]When she found out she was one of the young women in the kingdom to be part of the Selected, there was a feast among her and the women she works with. Food, wine, and much laughter. Her father didn't have much a reaction. He gave her a faint smile, told her to have fun, and good luck. She figured it would be good. She could finally eat real food, regain her health, get proper sleep. Emerald feels weird thinking about how that was merely a few days ago, and now she's in the castle, awaiting the arrival of the princes'.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]The other women all around her were basking in their beauty. They all had on beautiful dresses, their hair and makeup done to perfection. Emerald's light blue dress was made by a lady that went by Meredith. Beautiful silk, and she loved the crystals and sleeves. Emerald looked up from her dress, and back at the women. Some looked confident, others nervous. Emerald would probably be the latter.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]Yes, she is nervous. After all, she was in the presence of the highest people in the kingdom, and she was in the presence of the royal family. One wrong move, and she could be sent home. One wrong move, and she could be disliked by many. However, she kept her nerves inside, refusing to reveal them to anyone. Cool, calm, confident.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]On her right, the first thing she saw was pink. It faded into a light brown. With a kind smile on her face, Emerald said, "Hi. I'm Emerald." She loved the girl's hair. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen. Hair dye was a luxury in the lower castes; in fact, Emerald has never seen hair dye in person. She inspected the rest of the young woman, inspected her beautiful dress. The woman was beautiful, and different, and Emerald liked her already. She was going to say something again, but the guards all around the room stiffened, and the doors were pulled open.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]In came Prince Cassius Jackson, and his younger brother, Prince Marcus Jackson. Emerald's heart fluttered at the sight of both of them. She'd seen them many times in her life, visiting the factories during times of festivities. And of course, the media. She was always at a loss for breath at the sight of their beauty. One of them would be a great ruler one day, while the other one would surely be at the former's side most of the time.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]Prince Cassius introduced himself, then Prince Marcus did. Emerald wasn't exactly sure that she was supposed to, but nonetheless, she stood up from her seat, lowering herself into a curtsy. Noticing that nobody else had joined her, she took her seat again, cheeks burning tomato red.[/SIZE]



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[SIZE= 10.6667px]Ever since Santiago was merely a baby in the third caste, he's had trouble staying asleep. He'd fall asleep anywhere; curled up on the couch, a book by his side, hair covering his eyes, eyes shut close. But, he'd only sleep for a few hours, then he'd be wide awake.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]When he took a job to work in the castle as a guard, he promised himself and his parents that he'd try to get a normal sleeping schedule, even if he needed help from a doctor. The first few nights in the castle were the hardest. He was constantly on edge with his new responsibilities, being a royal guard, that his worry seeped into his sleep and he would spend nights wide awake.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]Now, he's been working as a guard for three years, and he's been accustomed to the work and his sleeping schedule. Mornings where he was awake earlier, he'd either patrol the castle, or go down to the training quarters for the guards. This morning in particular, the morning where all the women that had been selected, he helped the castle maids and chefs make the final preparations. After, he went to the quarter's of one of the Selected, a young woman named Aria Mayvus.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 10.6667px]Escorting her to the ballroom, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. All of the women in the Selection were beautiful, he wouldn't deny it. Both him and Aria had been quiet on the trip to the ballroom. Santiago hadn't cared, as he really wasn't allowed to talk to any of the Selected. As she joined the rest of the ladies, he gave her a silent good luck, turned and walked away. The princes' came in moments later, including a fellow guard Lorenzo.[/SIZE]


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[sprouhtt]

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Aria's mind began to wander around when she went to that moment between her and her escort. It wasn't really much a moment if you ask me, it was a bit awkward kind of. As they were walking she could of sword that he had kept on trying to take a glimpse at Aria but she tried to stay as calm as possible. Aria wasn't so good with talking to men but she hung in there, she didn't say anything to him nor did he say anything to her except for a 'good luck,' when she had entered the ballroom. Aria didn't know why she was thinking about this right now, but she shook the thought of her escort out of her mind even if he was cute. 
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Aria was walking around and listening to others chatter among themselves. She was a bit shy at first which is why she only gave a slight smile to those who looked her way. Aria was a very outspoken person and in fact she enjoyed socializing with people but sometimes when she was younger she would blabber off. Aria went over to the table of food and looked around, her nose was being bombarded by different and beautiful scents coming from the table of food. Aria took a grape from one of the plates and began eating it, and then she grabbed one more and walked off. When she had entered in the room, she had seen a piano in the far back and she knew that this little get together needed some tunes but she didn't know if they were allowed to touch the piano. When Aria was about six years old, her father had hired an instructor to give her piano lessons. Ever since then she has been taking lessons up until she joined the Selection so now she doesn't have any time to practice but when she finds an opportunity she usually takes it. Aria walked across the room and towards the corner where the piano was and she ran the tips of her soft fingers along the edge of the piano keys.
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Aria moved her hand away and clenched them when she was so tempted to play. She was tempted to do so because this is one of many stress relievers for her and when she plays, she pours her heart into everything that she is doing. Aria looked around and saw that everyone was busy doing their own thing and the room was loud with chatter so she thought that it was a perfect time to play. She pulled the stool out and sat down nicely on the chair as she spread her fingers out over the keys and began to play. The melody flowed like water, it was serene, beautiful and such a light whimsical tune that brought a slight smile of relaxation to her. She closed her eyes and listened to the beautiful melody that was being played whenever she touched one of the keys. Aria felt calm, she was finally in her element.
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  Lorenzo continued to lean in the railing, eyes scanning the room before a familiar voice spoke behind him. It was male, fluid and somewhat deep. I know that voice-- "Santa?" He joked, glancing back at Santiago then to the girls. He stood up properly, turning to the other guard. Santiago was a good friend of his when he wasn't being an ass/jerk/stuckup. "Didn't expect to see you up this early." He teased, now facing forward as he conversed. Santiago was known to be sly but blunt, it was an odd mix but he just found a way to make it work. Santiago had always been one of the less enthusiastic guards but Enzo knew not to underestimate the young man. "You're kidding though, right? These are probably chicks lookin' for the money. I don't have 'the money.' " His response was blunt but it made sense. "I bet you half these girls don't even wanna be here."


  The guard sighed, letting out a short laugh at his own words. "You're turning me to Yoda, 'ya big bafoon." He mocked Santiago but he knew he wouldn't be hurt, him and Santiago were one of the more "explicit" guards but they always seemed to find a way around it. He continued to look back at the selected girls, he probably looked weird as his eyes darted across the room. "If I had to choose... I'd say her." He cocked his head up, directed at Adelaide who sat in the midst of the other women. "She's beautiful. They're all beautiful, really. My dad always did say though, the beautiful ones are the gold diggers. I don't have gold." He grinned once more, the truth was bitter. Without the royal family, he couldn't ever live a life on his own, at least not without poverty. "Whew, you're asking the questions, choose one. If you don't I'll resort to calling you a chicken. Again."










@m o n a c h o p s i s @ShadyAce

 

[Eldarkon]

Prince Marcus Jackson

Marcus looked at his list and read the names in his head. sadly, his brother chose the one that he wanted to talk to. he watched as his bother walked over to one of the couches and waited for his first girl. he then giggled to himself "ill just get her later". now he actually had to choose the fist woman that he wanted to talk to. looking at his list, he chose the next girl. however, before he could speak, he noticed some piano playing in the background "who is playing?" he thought to himself. his eyes went to the piano and there he saw one of the girls. "she is playing beautifully". he wanted to know which one of these girls was that talented
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Aria was caught in her own little fantasy world as she leaned her head back just slightly before she finished the last note to the the song. Aria had been working on that song for quite sometime, but she still hasn't finished it yet since she doesn't really know how she should end such a beautiful melody. Before she opened her eyes, she heard footsteps coming towards her and that's when her heart dropped and immediately thought she got into trouble for playing the piano but when she opened her eyes she saw the Prince standing before her. Aria's heart began to skip a beat and she sat there frozen in place before she mentally kicked herself to snap out of it. She breathed in slowly and exhaled lightly as she stood up calmly in his presence and flashed him a slight genuine smile and bowed before him. "My name is Aria R. Mayvus and I appreciate your compliment towards my playing." She said as she could feel her cheeks warming up to what he had just said to her. "I apologize for playing, I should have asked someone if I was allowed to play." Aria told him as she kept direct eye contact with him.
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Whitney just sat back in her chair, half listening to what each of the Prince's were saying but at the same time she was in her thoughts, in her own world almost.  The Prince's were both attractive in their own ways but if they were just on the streets, she honestly wouldn't be able to tell they were brothers. Prince Cassius was fairly tall with quite a muscular build and green eyes that could make a girl swoon. Prince Marcus had hair as black as the night sky which made his piercing blue eyes stand out and a rather fit build which made his height slightly taller than his brother. Whitney grew up watching both of them on the screens of the report but she never dreamed of being a princess or even a queen. Those two were so far out of her grasp that she couldn't even think about it because the mere thought of it, even for a moment, gave her anxiety. The kingdom was so in order and proper, following a system that has been implemented hundreds of years before she was even born and Whitney Marie Costello was anything but proper or orderly. She was a mess. Just an overall mess. Nothing about her screamed elegance or order.
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[ShadyAce]

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The men were handsome in their own right, and not too many could detest to that. As Marcus introduced himself, Adelaide averted her eyes not wanting to be seen as staring and she let a breath go. One that Adelaide didn't even know she was holding. Her gaze ran around the room, scanning her surroundings and she just picked up on one of the guards -- the same one who walked in with the Princes -- gesturing towards her, which caused her cheeks to redden slightly as she looked back to her fidgeting hands.


Things quickly became more casual, as girls began to chat among themselves, simply waiting for their name to be called,  but just lying underneath she could hear the soft sound of a piano being played. Her gaze diverted to where it was coming from -- the grand piano in the corner, which she had marveled at upon entry. There was a female seated at it, playing a relaxing tune. Adelaide could play the piano as well, but due to being busy with work in every spare moment she could never practice, so she was more than likely rusty. Nonetheless, music and the arts was what she was passionate about and perhaps this girl was someone she could relate to. Adelaide stood from her seat, and cautiously walked towards the corner of the room, weaving between people, not wanting to trip on someone or her own dress.


Once she edged closer, Adelaide could pick up on the tune much better. She hadn't heard it before, and the female was quite versed in the world of music and songs. Hoping not to be heard, Adelaide hummed different songs she knew that sounded a little similar to see if any matched, though to no avail. At this point, she was quite curious and wanted to see if this girl shared her passion in the many forms of art, but Adelaide was quite the introvert and found it easier to keep to herself than to start a conversation. Before she summoned the strength to try talk to the woman, Marcus somehow appeared next to the piano and she quickly spun on her heels and walked towards the table, which was decorated and full of food. She took a strawberry, and upon taste was quite surprised. Adelaide was expecting it to be more like the ones she got a occasionally got a chance to eat in caste five, quite bitter. Instead it was sweet beyond belief. And this was one fruit, just a tiny glimpse of what the food and treatment here would be like.


Adelaide spun again, so that her back was to the table, attempting to find someone she could converse with. Noticing that there was another girl at the table of food,  she approached the brunette. "Uh, hi. I'm Adelaide." she paused, racking her brain to start some small talk, her eyes flicked to the food and back the other girl, "What about this food? Isn't it stunning?" Adelaide gave a small,  quirky smile. It was clear she wasn't the best at conversing with someone she didn't know, but she didn't want to seem like a scared girl who didn't talk.




mentioned: @Akio Chikara - Marcus, @Barred - Lorenzo, @sprouhtt - Aria


interacted: @AnimeGenork  -  Dakota


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[NJN25]

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Rose's arms were once again crossed, making her look like she was unapproachable. Which was mostly good. Her lips were still pursed as the other prince introduced himself. Again, Rose rolled her eyes. She had no idea how some girls could fall for this. It was almost sad. What was even sadder is that the princes wanted to "get to know" all of the selected girls. Like it would make a difference. If her mother were here and could hear her thoughts, she would scold her for being so negative, but Rose was just being honest. Quite simple, really. Sure it's prevented her from having the most friends, but that's who she was. Some said it was sad to see such a pretty face have such a sour look on life, which of course, Rose laughed at.
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Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tall, bright red-haired girl speaking to her. Rose chuckled at the girl's comment. She seemed interesting, like Rose would get along with her. It was rare for someone to get along with her, but it was also rare for Rose to think she could get along with someone. Smirking back at her, she looked up at the pale girl and replied "I know. Poor girls thinking they might have a chance at winning this thing. Little do they know the princes pick a favorite, most likely an airhead, and leave the realists down in the dirt." With one hand on her hip and the other extended for a loose handshake, she said "Rose Empson, friend to some, enemy to many, unknown to most," introducing herself to the girl.
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     Cassius was honestly a bit surprised that she didn't seem in the least bit nervous but it was also a bit reassuring to him since that just meant maybe he wouldn't have a difficult time talking with her and actually getting answers to questions he asked. "My name's Cassius, delighted to make your acquaintance" He said with a genuinely kind smile to her, "So i'm going to ask some questions so that I can maybe learn a bit more about you from the future.  Now then.. lets start the questioning I suppose" He said and then sat up more proper-like to make sure he didn't seem like some normal guy who was just a pushover but rather as a confident person and leader like what he wanted to be most definitely for not only his own rise to the throne but also for the fact that he would be able to seem like a better guy to potentially date for any of the girl since they all were potential candidates to be his bride in his hopes. Though whether or not they would was an entirely different story since he was your textbook style guy who cared about his people but also cared about holding the balance that had been maintained for so long now. Though whether or not both of those would be possible together was something that would be unknown to him. 


     That would lead him directly into his questions which he would ask at a pace more understanding and yet slightly quick to make sure that he was able to get the optimal amount of information about every girl who he was given the pleasure of talking to. "So Whitney.. What gives you the ability to feel like you'd make a good ruler for the kingdom alongside me? Please feel free to be as descriptive and explain as much as you'd be willing to" he said this politely knowing the main questions he'd been planning to ask so that he could ensure his basic premise on how the girls would be with him but also how they would be able to feel with the kingdom in general. It would be nice to have a queen who he could love and she could love him, but also.. one that was able to be happy with a guy like him. 


     Well sure.. he'd been born within four months of pregnancy and that was a medical marvel by itself but.. the fact that he didn't exactly know why he'd survived was another issue entirely. With that out of my mind for the moment he looked at Whitney carefully and awaited her answer as though it were something very important to him. "Also you're more than welcome to ask me questions after answering at least this one" He said peacefully before awaiting an answer.


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