Realistic or Modern promnestria - ic

[vesper.]

characters

W I N N E R S​

♔ camilla montgomery ( nymphadora. )
♔ lennon macnamara ( pulpfiction )
♔ lilou damen ( two )
♔ aizlin o'neill ( Unrlstic )
♔ blythe kensy ( logastellus )
♔ bianca fitzgerald ( junie )

B A C H E L O R S​

♕ jae chang ( laybaeby )
♕ thedore de la cruz ( nymphadora. )
♕ aeron matthews ( arctic )
♕ leonardo marquis ( vesper. )
♕ ivyon ivern ( mikaluvkitties )
♕ tba

S T A F F​

♘ henley faulkner ( deer )
♘ oscar crimm ( vesper. )
♘ anthony castillo ( pulpfiction )

O T H E R​

♖ evelyn parrish ( vesper. )
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there are still a few characters under review but for now, these characters may begin posting their arrival to the mansion and their reactions to the virus plaguing their peers as well as their reactions to winning. the bachelors will meet the winners in the foyer for "icebreakers", so they can react to their emotions about meeting the girls they are supposed to marry and anything else you might like to add. i will be posting for oscar so that he can greet the girls when they arrive. the winners will be arriving separately in black escalade like cars. have some fun, people! i know i'm excited.

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[vesper.]

O S C A R . C R I M M​

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Footsteps could be heard walking up and down the stairs in an almost periodical fashion. The faint noise of doors opening and closing as Oscar entered into each bachelor's private quarters to inform them that it was time to meet in the foyer could also be heard. This was the moment the staff had been preparing for in the last couple of months. It was the day of the arrival, the day they would meet the future ladies of high society. He would have been more nervous to live up to the standard that the chairwoman held for the program, but this was not his first rodeo. He had been hired some time around the mid point of the previous cycle after the old butler had decided that this life was too much for him. Oscar was briefed and never saw the man again.

The men in this cycle were more reserved than those of the previous cycle, from what he had seen so far. They were all cooped up in their suites or out and about handling their personal matters. The magazine winners were always the same, primp and ready to be reborn as a queen alongside a pile of money and jewels. At least that's what he expected. Many of the girls before them were rude to him and treated him for what he was: the help. It was such a shame that people held such little respect for people like him or Henley, or even Anthony. They lived in the background, making everything go as smoothly as possible. No one appreciated them. I mean, he kind of understood, it probably changed people to have them tended to like royalty.

After making sure all was good inside, he stepped outside. There was a tray with gold plated name tags on them, each carved in fancy calligraphy. Some of these names made him scared to mess up so he figured he would just keep his mouth shut and offer a simple gesture to let them take their respective names and head inside. His only real concern was how curious these ladies would turn out to be. It worried him that they would pry around in the mansion and discover his guest, a person that was supposed to remain unknown. For now, Henley was taking care of that and he could focus on the task at hand. Making everyone feel like they were important. Hopefully, they liked the hors d'oeuvre, he knew how much Anthony had been working to perfect them.
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mentions: pulpfiction , deer

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[vesper.]

LEONARDO X MARQUIS

A bright light shown through the blinds in the luxurious suite, attacking a pair of brown eyes that were focused on some papers in front of them. Legal documents were such a drag to look at, Leonardo wondered why people like lawyers found joy in dealing with such things. The simple thought of having to read fine print made his head pound. He cleared his throat as he reached to the teardrop shaped bottle that rested next to a cup with a few melting ice cubes. The caramel liquid poured over them, tearing down at their remaining shapes, cooling the liquor inside.

Now, one would could argue that drinking at such early period of the morning could be considered alcoholism, but that one person wouldn't know what it's like to deal with an entire enterprise now would they? He often wondered why he decided to join this "facade" only to realize that these legal documents were linked to the many lawsuits that his company faced for the lack of success in helping ease the virus plaguing his peers with technology that claimed to keep people safe. He took another long gulp of his drink, setting the papers aside as he got up and walked to clock hanging in the small dining area that existed in his suite.

Leonardo had enough time to get ready and go downstairs where he would join the rest of the bachelors in waiting for the women to arrive. These were obviously not the kind of women any of them were used to, if they had been of high society then this contest wouldn't have mattered to them anyway. He figured they would be left speechless by the amount of luxury that would surround them. The man could already imagine the looks of toddlers walking upon a playground for the first time. It made him roll his eyes to think of all the things they would say.

For now, all he could do was wait. His hands resting across his chest as he waited for some time to pass. God knew how much he hated to wait, there was always something better his time could be consumed with. The only people he could stand to see so early in the morning were the help, because obviously he needed them to clean for him and cook for him. At least he couldn't complain about that, the food was acceptable and the mansion was always clean. "Let's all take our time now, not like any of us have anything better to do.." There was a twinge of annoyance present in his comment as he muttered it under his breath, taking yet another glance at the expensive watch on his wrist.

mood: bored, annoyed
outfit: in picture
mentions: the staff
interaction: none
tags: pulpfiction , deer

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[laybaeby]

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Jae was laying comfortably against a mini couch within his assigned single room, sketching away at a new tattoo design. Although he had no inspiration for the sketch, he impulsively picked up his pencil and pad, seeing nothing else to do in this elaborately decorated and enormously empty mansion. He'd barely had a glimpse of any of the other bachelor's before they were all wisked away to private rooms. If it meant less social interaction, then he didn't mind it too much. The whole process in acquiring the bachelor role was far more intensive than he had originally assumed; there were multiple, in depth health history and bachelor's intent interviews, blood draws taken for DNA testing, and evidence requests to show upperclass standings of all bachelors. The system was complicated, but these were one of the things in which he thought were necessarily complicated. Ever since the deadly virus disease has devasted the world, it was clear that simple measures could not be taken alone. Places that took the outbreak lightly and with minimum efforts to control it, were likely the first places to be devoured by the illness. Only the stronger countries with developed technology and a rigorous living system are able to quarantine the virus and remain standing to this day. Personally, Jae usually see's death as a new sense of freedom. One's mark on the world still lives on, despite their physical body rotting away. But with the outbreak, he couldn't seem to agree with this philosophy anymore. How can you logically explain that all those dying have lived long enough to make an impact? It didn't seem that way, now. Everyone was dying simultaneously, and he had to help out somehow. That's how he ended up here. This is what the world has come to, so he doesn't have much of a choice.

Jae nodded as Oscar entered the room and informed him of the gathering commencing in the foyer. He took a moment to finish a few strokes before setting his pencil and pad down on the table. A nonchalant sigh left his mouth as he stood and walked out to the meeting area. This obviously wasn't his type of setting, so he'd choose to remain quietly in the background as much as possible. It wasn't that he didn't care to meet anyone, but more that he didn't want too much attention on himself or be forced to pay attention to someone. More than anything he just wanted to avoid as much drama as possible. As long as whoever he was paired with wasn't too dramatic or loud, he wouldn't mind them. Upon entering the foyer, he chose to stand along the outside of the room. His eyes shifted slowly around the room, as he thought of who the magazine winners could be. From all those he had spoken to regarding the program, nothing was ever mentioned about the winners. The criteria used to decide the winners was any one of the bachelors' guesses at this point. In the grand scheme of things, as long as everyone involved in the program is healthy, there should be no set backs.

"nah, i don't fuck with that"

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[pulpfiction]

anthony castillo

In spite of all the grueling work and the hectic preparations that were made for this very day, there seemed to be nothing remarkable about it at all. Of course, "unremarkable" was what it was in the eyes of Tony, but he was, after all, the help. Events like these weren't made for the help, rather, they were constructed by the help for the enjoyment of the wealthy and... well, the women who desired to acquire such wealth. But while these people he'd be serving might have spent their mornings grooming themselves and looking pretty, he'd been slaving away since ungodly hours to tailor all the food to be to everyone's taste: nothing too "creative" (which, really, just meant that he was not allowed to make anything too acquired of a taste) as he'd been instructed, and most definitely allergy-sensitive. Most of all, his food was to look not only palatable but elegant, which he gladly had fun accomplishing in spite of the lack of overall creative license he had.

The cart in front of him was filled with trays of his skillfully crafted appetizers and drinks, liquors of the best quality, and Eve's breakfast, which was stashed in the lower shelf of the cart, shrouded by the tablecloth as not to arouse too much suspicion. It was time to change attire, he knew, as his dirtied apron and sweaty polo shirt certainly would not make a good impression on the guests at all.

Having freshened up and changed into a suit, Tony looked arguably more pleasant to look at. The mess he called his hair had been tamed just a little with the help of finger-combing, and the suit fit him well, making him look polished - handsome, even. Whistling, he pushed the cart out of the room and straightened the cuffs of his sleeves, and had it not been the cart of food indicating he was the cook, one could easily have mistook him as one of the affluent men he'd soon be serving. After all, appearances were important, even for the staff.

Tony sauntered down the hall with the food and halted in his steps as he glimpsed a sight of familiar golden hair, and smiled. "Henley!" he called. "I think we're expected at the living area soon. Could you be a dear and serve Eve her breakfast after we serve the guests though?" Tony smiled his boyish smile, trying to get on the doe eyed girl's good graces. "I'll even let you have a bite if you want. There're extras after all," Without hesitation, he popped one of the caviar tartlets from the tray into his mouth and grinned at the girl, the food barely staying in his mouth as he did so.

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interactions: deer

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[arctic]

Aeron

location: his room
mentions: -

Aeron glanced in the mirror one last time before heading out. He’d been up since dawn, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Whether it was nervousness or excitement, it had been hard to tell. But now, with the sweat beading against his palms, sharp forced breaths and lips licked bloodred, the answer came quite easily to him.

The circles under his eyes were prominent. He frowned, angry at himself for waking up so early. First impressions were everything, he knew that. The thought of one of those girls thinking he was a nervous wreck made him want to hurl himself out the window. He pondered over the idea for a minute: his blood gushing like a river in front of the mansion’s entrance, snaking through the neatly trimmed grass and past the winners’ pink shoes, their jaws hanging open.

He chuckled to himself, waved dismissively and moved onto pulling on a pair of checkered sneakers. There was nothing to be done now. Perhaps the dark circles would give off the mysterious bad boy vibe. Was that what commoners liked? He knew mysterious bad boy wouldn’t get him anywhere near the girls high up - they preferred diamonds. Hopefully these chicks were different. Hopefully. He had nothing to be nervous about. He’d seduced many a snake from his own social standing before. These winners were going to be easy game.

The butler entered his room, announcing the arrival of their guests. Showtime.

 

[nymphadora.]

theo de la cruz

Theodore was bored, he felt like he could go completely insane if he was kept in his room for any longer. His mind was buzzing; was his business okay? did the manager end up firing the alcoholic head chef in milan? Theodore couldn't, and wouldn't, stay still. The sun flooded in the classy suite,
lighting up the mess Theodore made from being so figdety. Suits jackets, ties and pants were lying idly around the once neat room. The male tried to keep the room clean, help the maid a bit and give her a break but Theodore's racing mind wouldn't let him do it.

His leg bounced anxiously as he sat on the couch in his room, book in hand, and his eyes constantly avoiding the words on the page. His brown eyes kept flicking back and forth between the liqour that sat on the desk and the book in front of him. Theodore was never one to drink, he hardly even drank during formal events but, one drink couldn't hurt, right? Theo stood up, flinging his book onto the couch and hurried across the room to the desk. His hands pulled the cap off quickly and poured the copper colored drink into a glass. Theo pressed the edge of the glass up to his lips and allowed the liquid flow down his throat, pleasently burning his throat in the process. A soft sigh escaped his lips as Theodore straightened his tie, he would soon would meet the other bachelors and the women downstairs, possibly one of them being his wife.

Theodore paced his room anxiously, picking up his clothing as his did while he waited for time to pass. When Oscar entered his room, a mixed feeling of relief and fear enveloped him. Theodore gave Oscar a nod before dusting himself off and headed straight to the meeting room, slippings his large hands into his pockets as he tried to calm his breathing, he had to look somewhat presentable in front of the others.

mood: anxious as heck.
outfit: xxx
mentions: Oscar.
tags: vesper. [/URL]

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[mikaluvkitties]

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Today was the day the bachelorettes arrived. Yesterday, it was tomorrow, and Ivy had truly planned on getting a good night’s rest. Perhaps I’ll even dress up, they had mused as they sat down to start on a new piece. In retrospect, this had been a mistake. But the disappearance of the extreme hatred towards not only their art but art in general that had plagued him the day before had convinced him to once again be tempted to draw. The drawing had turned out beautifully, and he had been tempted to paint it- after he drew it again on a larger and more appropriate surface, of course.

He had simply once again lost track of time, and once again a simple sketch had become an entire piece.

Before he knew it, Oscar was fetching him to go meet the magazine winners, who he had almost completely forgotten about. And by “almost”, he had forgotten about them, but he had remembered them now, so did it really matter if he had forgotten them for a moment? The answer was obviously no, no it did not.

He wished their arrival hadn’t interfered in him finishing a piece, but sometimes one didn’t get what they wanted, and obviously this was just one of those times. He set about quickly cleaning up his painting supplies, washing his hands when he was done. Truthfully, he should have taken a shower and gotten dressed, but he wasn’t currently thinking about what exactly was projected by sweats from yesterday, a horrendous shirt suitable only for sleeping, and miscellaneous paint that may or may not have gotten in his hair and added to his already stained outfit.

As he headed downstairs, he thought about the promise of exposure he had received, and asked himself if it had truly been worth it. Then he remembered the other promise, the one associated with the plague ravaging most people his age at this very moment, and he decided that yes, yes it had been.

When he came downstairs, everyone was quiet, and tempted as he was to break the silence, he decided to just stand there and wait with the others.

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[deer]

henley faulkner

location: her room - the hallway
mood: dazzed - playful - nervous - all emotions
scenario: "today's the day!"
with: anthony
mentions: eve, oscar, the bachelors, the winners
tags: pulpfiction , vesper.

one, two, three. . .

"Henny! It's time for supper!" A voice rang out from the doorway revealing an older woman, her eyes squinting slightly due to the bright light of the sun. However, no matter how much the woman tried to get closer to the view of the Faulkner land, her eyes couldn't find her daughter's silhouette. Narrowing her eyes as she huffed, the older woman clicked her tongue before calling out once more, "Henley Marissa Faulkner! You best get your behind back on the farm before your supper gets cold!" She warned, practically re-waking up the whole farm with her "bird" calling.

On the other side of the land, Henley had been flying free with the wind and wherever her path lead her with the help of her galloping horse Grumpy. Of course, it took a lot of praising and kissing up to the horse to get him moving, but regardless, she knew he needed a run to stretch out his sore muscles. Grumpy had practically jumped over the fence the other day since he was itching to leave. Stubborn stallion. But, because if his impatience he ended up getting stuck in the fence when he jumped over. Henley couldn't help but smile and shake her head from the fond memories. It nearly made her giggle in her boots again, however, Grumpy would cause a fit if he knew she was laughing at him still. Nevertheless, Henley absolutely loved riding, everything about it just made her feel as if she could take on anything in the world. That is, of course, if her Ma doesn't get to her first. Without further ado, Grumpy slowly came to a stop as his ears perked backwards and forward listening to the call in the wind. With a small grunt and snort, including his little defiant leg stomp, Henley sighed, nodding, before petting his neck, cooing slightly. "Alright, alright, Grumpy. Let's head back before Ma gets a heart attack." She playfully jested, clicking her tongue as she signaled Grumpy to head back towards the farm. Oh, she could smell her Ma's apple pie and cooking from a mile away!

With drool dripping down the side of her lips, Henley was smiling softly in her sleep before the alarm in her room woke her up - screaming at her to get up and moving. Startled, Henley jumped abruptly from her seat, losing her balance as she stubbed her toe against her chair causing her to fall on the floor, literally slamming her butt on the ground. She could feel the small waves and movements when she landed, clearly, though it usually rarely happened as she was much to small for such instance. But, Henley always had an active imagination. With a slight hiss and a small rub on her butt to clear-way any of the pain she was feeling, Henley slowly got off the ground as her muscles cracked slowly. "Old Betsy seemed to have rubbed off on me." Henley frowned, sighing, as she thought of her cow - old yet still jiving and grooving. As Henley stretched her arms and legs, shaking off any of the "cobwebs" that were still on her, her eyes landed on her desk as she looked at the letter she had been writing last night. Had she fallen asleep writing it?

Leaving the letter on the table, Henley quickly glided across her small room, getting ready for the day. She wondered if Eve was up yet. Tapping her chin, Henley hummed softly as she did her daily morning routine, got dressed, and headed out the door. It was a miracle that she fell asleep, usually she wouldn't be able to sleep a wink. Perhaps it was the movements she heard upstairs. She had assumed at first it was one of the bachelors moving about, maybe even Oscar or Tony, but after night dwelled on, the movements continued. Henley was always suspicious and superstitious - believing in ghost and spirits. It never creeped her out, but the idea always made her curious since she had lived there for a few months nearing the end of the previous cycle.

Nevertheless, as Henley made her way around the mansion, she could hear the house waking up, the movements of others going about their morning. She felt jittery, excited even, to meet the new winners - or rather, she couldn't wait to see other females in the household. It wasn't as if she had an disdain for any of the bachelors, but truth be told, she was intimidated by most of them. They hadn't done anything to her, but just being in their presence made her more clumsy than before and she was curious as to how the magazine winners were. Oscar was the first person she met in the mansion and she absolutely adored him! However, she knew how tense and stressed he could get, so, Henley always made sure to carry some sort of peppermint with her when it came to OScar. But, Henley had been so lost in her thought that she hadn't realised Tony had been coming down the hallway with the tray of hor d'oeuvres. It wasn't until he called out her name 'til she was brought back down to earth. With another jump, Henley blinked in surprise before a wide smile appeared on her lips seeing Tony. "Anthony!" Her voice rang out as she practically skipped towards him - regardless of the manner she was suppose to have taken her strides.

At hearing they needed to be in the living room soon and that she should give Eve her breakfast after tending to the bachelors and winners, Henley furrowed her brows in confusion and disagreement. As Tony bribed her into doing what she was told - though, he shouldn't have needed to bribe her in the first place as it was her job - Henley could only sigh, unwilling to tend to Eve last. "But. . . Oscar trusted me with taking care of Eve. I can't put her second, Tony." She whispered, her shoulders sagging slightly, as her lips formed a thin smile. Henley was quite saddened at the thought, it would be the first time in forever that she wasn't there to greet Eve first thing in the morning. But, seeing the grin on Anthony's face, she knew he was right, but part of her wanted to pretend not to hear what he said and go on her way but the other part knew she was at the mansion to help. She was the help and the money was going to her family. "This is highly unfair and you're cheating!" Henley frowned before seeing the crumbs fall from Tony's lips due to his grin. Sighing, Henley clicked her tongue as she reached for a napkin on the tray as she tip-toed up to wipe Tony's mouth cleanly. "You still have to look presentable too - even if you're bribing lil' ol' me. Promise you'd save not only me some goodies but also Eve?" Henley questioned before a giggle escaped her lips before nonchalantly speaking, "Hopefully things would go smoothly today."

 

[vesper.]

EVE PARISH

location:
bedroom
mood:
lonely, anxious, hungry
interactions:
n/a
mentions:
henley, oscar, tony
tags:
pulpfiction , deer

✧･ﾟFootsteps could be heard as she made her way through a room that seemed to radiate the purest of light, white silk curtains fluttering by her, brushing her skin ever so lightly. A silhouette stood in the distance, tall and muscular, a familiar sensation filling her as she got closer. A smile spread onto her face as her nose picked up the comforting scent of her beloved's cologne. Her cheeks tinted a light blush color as she heard him call her name. "Eve, you're late darling... Hurry." The last bit made anxiety surge through her as she quickened her pace. Her walk turned into a jog and then a sprint, and yet it seemed she couldn't reach him. The light dissipated and she was left alone in a pit of darkness. ✧･ﾟ

Brown orbs jolted open at the feeling of sadness that overwhelmed her. They searched all around the room panicked and full of fear. Where was the face of her friend? The girl who was always by her side when she woke up was missing, and so was her food. She sat up carefully, leaning over the bed as if Henley could possibly be trying to hide from her, but there was nothing. Eve slowly got up, her body feeling weak from lack of exercise. She walked to the glass wall on the right side of her bed, a simulation of stars playing on it. A small tap turned the scenery to a bright beach with perfect sunshine. She leaned against it, her cheek pressed to the warmth of the screen, aggravated at the fact that it was not real. None of this was real.

She looked up in a hurry as she heard a mass of footsteps moving in all directions. Oscar must have been busy today...right? No. This was more than the usual set of people walking about, there was people. Real people, not just Tony and the others. Were they here to help her? Or hurt her? Her mind raced as she tried to piece together what was happening. She moved away from the screen and walked towards the door, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Evelyn, evelyn, evelyn. You're hiding, remember?" Her voice was full of humor, like a small child remembering a knock knock joke. For a minute, she remained without moving, and then it happened. A nauseous feeling filled her entire being.

Her legs carried her to the bathroom as fast as they could, only to realize that none of the staff had come to open it for her yet. There was possibility that she could harm herself if she was to go to the bathroom alone. She was like a helpless dog, waiting for its owner to take it outside so that it could do its business. Eve's throat burned as she tried to stop herself from humiliation, only to expel the acid that burned at her cheeks. Her eyes teared, like a kid who knows they've done wrong. A small yell filled with anger filling the room. "Damn it!" She stepped away from the puddle on the floor and returned to her bed, letting herself crumble onto it. Her frail hands covering her eyes as she began to count. "One, two, three, four, five, six..." The numbers continued. Her only knowledge as to how much time had passed. This was how she waited. She waited for thousands when she couldn't sleep. It was hard to be alone, it made her remember painful things.

Gently, she brought her hands down to her slightly swollen abdomen and smiled. "Should I cover your eyes too? We can count together, maybe Anthony or Henley will come quicker if we count together.."

 

[Unrlstic]

Aizlin O'Neill

The smell of her mother's
aromatic Pinot Noir slapped Aizlin in
the face as she entered the room. The
sunlight was just beginning to come
up. Aizlin was an early riser, often
waking up in companion of the
sun. She kept firm in her belief
that getting up early allowed you
to start off with a clear conscious,
just as much as her mom believed in
liquor.

With a sigh, Aizlin tip toed over to her
drunken mother. The blonde woman
was asleep--bottle in hand, with an
unlit cigarette in the other, and drool
masquerading her face. It was an ugly
sight to see. Nevertheless for Aizlin,
it was a common one. It was hard
to imagine--even to Aizlin-- that
a once elegant woman could turn
to something like that.

Once upon a time her mother would
teach her how to do her hair and apply
on her makeup. She'd never even leave
the house without a piece of jewelry on
and looked nothing less of perfection--
or at least whatever came close to it.
There was a time once when the things
that her mother would say could move
mountains and make politicians want
to be honest. Now the only poetic stuff
that came out of her mouth was her
own vomit and drool.

Just thinking about their old times
with each other made sparks lift up
under Aizlin's skin. Her father left
her life when she was at a very
young age, and from that point it had
always been her and her mother. She
went to her mother when she was
sad and her mother usually did the
same. Until one night she was so sad
that she went to liquor instead of Aizlin
and gradually it was Aizlin becoming
the mother.

Scoffing disgustingly, Aizlin unclasped
her mother's hand from the wine bottle
and took the cigarette, flicking it on the
ground with frustration. For a second
she stood and studied her mother. She
was 23 and was still living with her mom.
She wasn't afraid of living on her own but
afraid of leaving her mother to live alone.
Aizlin shook her head with immense
displease. Setting the bottle down, she
scoffed once more. I'll never be like
you. She knew it was a promise.
But little did she know, that it'd
be the last promise that she'd ever
make to her mother.

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"Miss! Excuse me, Miss."

The redhead quickly snapped
out of her daydream. She often
zoned out like this when anxious.
She kept poised, but got anxious
more often then she'd care to ever
admit. Aizlin looked back at the
driver in the rear view mirror.
"I'm sorry. Yes?"

"We're here ma'am.

A small gasp escaped Aizlin's lips.
Already? Sure enough they were
pulling up into a glossy mansion. She'd
never seen a house so big. The outside
had a beauty so magnetic that even a fly
couldn't come within its orbit. As the
driver pulled into the driveway, Aizlin
was still shocked.

After her mother fell victim to the virus,
Aizlin's suffocated with past memories
that even work couldn't get rid of. She
signed up for promnestria within the heat
of the moment and never expected to
actually get called back. Of course when
she did it was like seeing snow in the
Caribbean. She'd thought that people
were pulling a huge joke on her and it
wasn't till they booked her a ticket and
announced it publicly that she finally
believed. Everything happened within the
blink of an eye and Aizlin never took the
time to fully comprehend everything that
was going on involving her. She liked to
believe that she was a pretty confident
person, and people often thought so as
well. Though in that moment, she felt like
her heart was going to burst out of her
chest at any minute and they'd have to
cancel the entire thing.

The driver finally pulled up to the front
of the house. As he got out of the car to
get her luggage, she remained seated in
the car. There was a man standing outside
of her window and she could see that he
was waiting patiently for others to come.
His hair looked freshly cut and he looked
better groomed than most men that she
knew. Thank god for tinted windows.
She'd keep it simple. There'd be nothing
to worry about. No exaggeration needed.
Once she heard the driver close the trunk
to the car, Aizlin let go of the breath that
she'd been holding in. She put on her best
smile and stepped out as the man opened
the door for her. She grinned at him and
gave him a nod, observing the various
names the gold plate. "Thank you."

The redhead found hers spelled out
in elegant script among the rest. "That's
me. I'm Aizlin. Aizlin O'Neill."

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outfit: xxx
mood: nervous
mentions: mother, oscar, other winners
interaction: oscar
tags: vesper.

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[pulpfiction]

anthony castillo

Tony's eyes softened as he looked at the dainty girl, swallowing the last few remnants of the appetizer he'd concocted. He hadn't seen Eve yet all day, and if there was a possibility that she was already awake, he grew even more concerned for her by the minute. "You know what Henny, you're right. We could serve her breakfast together if you want?" He smiled at her reassuringly, "I'm sure the guests can wait. We have to introduce ourselves to them in the foyer soon, but I'm just not feeling like it right now, you know?" His eyes glinted mischievously, as he grabbed another appetizer from the tray and planted it in Henley's palm. "Don't worry, I'll get ol' Oscar to blame me if we're late."

Humming, he pushed the cart of food in the direction of the staff elevator, looking over his shoulder to see if Henley was following suit. "You coming?" he asked, straightening his bow tie. He was sure Eve needed them more than the guests did. Those guests would be enjoying luxury and playing matchmaker for the rest of their time there after all, while Eve, he knew, was being deprived of fresh air and company. His heart sank at the thought, knowing he'd despise being held inside for that long, and in that room too. Just trying to keep sane in there would be an arduous task. Especially with what Eve had gone through, he felt for her quite a lot. And besides, he kind of missed her face. He smiled quite fondly at the thought of Eve perking up whenever he and Henley would come into her room just to visit.

Anthony pushed the down button on the elevator and waited, tapping his foot rather impatiently before the doors slid open, and he pushed the cart inside. Tony pressed on the hold button and gave the blonde-haired girl a rather expectant look, blinking, as if to tell her to hurry up.
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mentions: Eve, Oscar, guests
interactions: Henley
tags: deer , vesper.

/coded by allure/

 

[pulpfiction]

lennon.

Outfit: x Hair: x​

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Lennon stood, swaying ever so slightly in the cramped hallway of her home as she stared at her living room for one last time. The beige wallpaper had been peeling off for quite a while now, and the fake leather on the grey couch had been torn for as long as she could remember. On the coffee table sat a framed picture of her and her sister. Perhaps, if she attempted to recall hard enough, she could reminisce the times when they'd both resided there in quiet equanimity at their abysmal situation. But the years seemed to have fogged the features on her sister's face, and Lennon quickly blinked as if to clear the thoughts of her from her head.

She had been quietly saying goodbye to everything in her house for the last half hour now, due to the fact that there was no one else to say goodbye to as her brother was currently at work. He had given her his regards beforehand though, and she could still remember his exact words: "You're going to have the life you deserve, Lenny."

As she was about to finish expressing her farewells however, it occurred to her that she wouldn't miss any fraction of her home at all. She felt as if saying goodbye to it was simply a nicety, as if to say: Hey house, thanks for letting me survive in here. And with that, she waved a somber wave to no one in particular save perhaps for the objects in her house and the memories of her mom and sister. She picked up her luggage, to stay outside on a lookout for an escalade car.

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As the vehicle eased into the driveway of the manor that seemed to increase in size the more Lennon stared at it, she began to have second thoughts. About everything. Was she dressed too simply? She had carefully calculated her ensemble as she always did, but she didn't know if it would give the kind of impression she wanted to make. Heavens, she wasn't sure if she even knew what kind of impression it was she wanted to make. Her breath hitched as the driver opened the car door for her and ushered her out, and Lennon stepped foot on grounds she knew had far greater worth than anything she'd ever owned. "Thank you," she murmured politely with a small smile. The man nodded his head in acknowledgement and walked back to the car after plopping her luggage down at her side, leaving Lennon to fend for herself.

Picking up her things, she tried to appear composed as she approached the front doors, where she spotted a handsome man in a polished suit and a pretty red-haired girl conversing. It seemed the girl had just arrived as well - a fellow winner, she assumed, who introduced herself as Aizlin. Lennon stood behind her patiently to do the same, pushing a tendril of wavy brown hair from her face.
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mentions: Aizlin, Oscar
interactions: n/a
tags: vesper. , Unrlstic

coded by Vesuvius ​

 

[logastellus]

BLYTHE X KENSY

"Mom...mom please stop...mom that's enough!!!!" It was rare for the docile Blythe to raise her voice, especially at her mother. The young lady sighed which was followed by a small chuckle before taking her mothers' hands into her own, the older woman had a pout on her face wanting to express her reaction to her youngest daughter being chosen as one of the magazine winners. "Now mom I understand that you are happy that I am a magazine winner but I need you to calm down and control yourself...you're elated like you are the one who won..." she laughed seeing her mom huff while rolling her eyes. "I am happy because this is a wonderful opportunity for my baby girl! You are a magazine winner...you are going to live in luxury up there! You get to meet very handsome men and fall in love...have children...not have the virus..." her mother squeezed her hands tight before pulling her into a hug. "Your sister would be so proud and maybe even jealous of you if she was here with us...but...she is in a better place..." she looked up before looking back at Blythe. Blythe remained silent remembering her older sister Amira, placing a small smile on her face Blythe leaned down giving her mom a warm tight hug. "I'll do this for her mom...for me too but for her..."

Blythe was currently looking out the window of the black Escalade that came to pick her up from her home. She gave each member of her family hugs before hopping into the vehicle on her way to her new home. She was asleep in the backseat of the vehicle with her earbuds in when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She jumped at the touch her eyes shooting open she looked around before calming down realizing she had arrived at the mansion. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she looked to her left seeing the door open and a black-suited man wearing black sunglasses hold his hand out towards her. "We have arrived ms.kensy..." looking at him she placed her small soft hand in his before getting out of the SUV. She had an awed expression on her face upon seeing the mansion 'This is my new home...' she had a small smile on her face admiring the exterior of the building before being escorted to the front. Upon entering the building she was met with two young beautiful women talking to a well-tailored man. Staring at them for a split second Blythe quickly shifted her eyes towards the ground hoping not to cause too much attention that she wasn't able to handle. Looking up for a bit to see the man place her luggage beside her, she gave a small smile accompanied by a nod then proceeded to remain silent as she waited behind the brown haired female patiently.​

mood: nervous.reserved
outfit: x
mentions: Oscar. Lennon. Aizlin
interaction: n/a
tags: vesper. Unrlstic pulpfiction

coding by: diaphanous

 

[two]

DAMEN​

LILOU​

THE OPENING
wearing; these jeans with this top || mentions: Oscar, Lennon, Aizlin and Blythe || all over the place

The Damen household originally contained seven people in total. It's been a combination of the actual Damen family and two children they took under their wing after the loss of their parents. Lilou has always admired the way that her parents dealt with the situations they faced on their path and always helped them where needed. But through time the amount has decreased to six, and with Lilou leaving down to five. This had it's upsides and downsides. The upside was that since the circumstances had gotten worse it became harder to provide food for seven, so it was some sort of relief having another mouth to feed less. But the downside was that another person of the family was going to leave. They've always been very close to each other, each in different ways but they all knew they could count on each other.

Lilou's thoughts were all over the place, they went from being contradictory to each other to consistent and back. Does my outfit look like i don't give a damn about this all? No, you don't want to be looking like someone who's trying too hard. But.. - Jesus Lilou this is nothing for you, why am I doing this? And so they went on and on during the car ride to the manor. Lilou leaned with her head against the window, it's been a while since she felt so small. It was hard for her to leave her family behind even though she knew this was a good opportunity. "Don't forget why you wanted to do this in the first place" Lilou softly spoke to herself. The main reason why she also wanted to do this was to see whether she eventually could help the poor in some sort of way. It was time to make a change. And she still had a little hope that there was a way she could see her brother, the place where they researched a part of the infected ones must be somewhere in the Luxe territory right?

Before Lilou could even think about opening the car door was it already being held open by the man who had escorted her to the manor. He was wearing an expensive looking black suit, just like the man standing in the front doors. Lilou looked down at the shoes she was wearing. Alright, now she did feel like she could've dressed up a bit more. She shook her head lightly to shake off the thought and noticed that her luggage was already put down next to her. "Oh, thank you sir. Have a nice day." she quickly said with a smile as she looked over at the man. He nodded in response before he stepped back into the car. Lilou mentally kicked her own ass before she picked up her luggage and made her way to the front doors, where three others seemed to be waiting. Probably the other magazine winners. Lilou was unsure whether to start a conversation, but it seemed like no conversation had happened in the time the others were there so she just waited behind the others. She pushed her shoulders back for a better posture, maybe it'd even out her more baggy outfit.

code by pasta​

 

[deer]

henley faulkner

location: the hallway - eve's room
mood: relieved - playful - concerned
scenario: "do not be afraid"
with: anthony
mentions: eve, oscar, the bachelors, the winners
tags: vesper. , pulpfiction

one, two, three. . .

Her eyes lifted up as she practically beamed out of joy at hearing Anthony's words. She could hear angels singing in her ears and Henley couldn't help but twirl around in happiness. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! I would absolutely love to serve Eve her breakfast first! We definitely could meet the others in the foyer later!" Henley exclaimed happily, almost in awe as she stopped spinning enough to gaze upon Anthony with excitement. She was truly a lucky gal for being friends with someone as understanding as Anthony! Oh, she couldn't wait to see Eve! It truly felt as if it has been too long since she had seen her - even though she had just seen her last night. Giggling softly, Henley nodded quickly as she looked at the appetizer in her palms that was given by Tony, quickly placing it her mouth as she chewed rapidly and swallowed - quite too excited to waste time chewing food, "Oh, don't you worry, Anthony. I promise you won't be the only one taking blame. Besides, I am sure Oscar can't get too too mad! And the others shall get their little snacks in a jiffy!" She reassured him, almost as if she was also reassuring herself as well. Nevertheless, Henley was honestly nervous to meet the maagzine winners. What if they treated her friends badly? She did remember how awful Oscar had been treated the last cycle and it almost nearly killed her to have to bite down her tongue to not say anything. Henley absolutely hated to see her friends being talked in such manners. . .I mean, they were magazine winners and bachelors, couldn't they have the decency to be respectful even though they were the Help? They were humans too.

Nevertheless, she had been so caught up in her own thoughts again that Anthony seemed to have made a quick turn around towards the elevator when she was dazed. Gasping widely at seeing Anthony in the elevator and his hurrying gaze, Henley quickly skipped over, practically almost tripping over her toes as she got in. "Whew! Just made it. Thank you, kindly, for being such a gentlemen and holding the door for lil' ol' me." She grinned up at him as she swayed side-to-side. As Henley pushed the button to bring them down to the basement, a feeling of dread washed over her as she tapped her feet against the floor of the elevator. Was Eve alright? Henley knew she was at least thirty minutes late to see her, but Henley could only hope. She couldn't imagine being cooped and locked up in the inner walls without room to breath. Henley would have gone mad and hated it herself.

Oh, Eve. She was so strong and Henley admired the woman so much. She cared for the older gal as if she was her own sister and Henley couldn't bear the thought of leaving her for strangers that couldn't give a rats tail about her or her friends. Once the elevator stopped and dinged to signal they were on the ground floor they had wanted to be on, Henley sighed in relief, "For some reason, it felt like hours went by on that elevator ride. Even the music inside couldn't have soothed me." She frowned slightly before skipping off in the direction of Eve's room, feeling the slight chill in the air. "Is the food still warm, Tony? Should we heat it up once more before giving Eve her breakfast?" She questioned softly only for her to glide off down the hallway. Her feet were guiding her to where Eve was in - the room that Henley could imagine the set up and imagine where Eve could be! As Henley took out the keys from her pockets, jingling it in her hands and she unlocked the door before lunching in the numbers on the keypad, Henley sighed in relief when the light turned green.

Henley’s biggest fear was the day she wouldn’t be allowed to access Eve’s room. She would hate to imagine the idea and so she allowed it to go over her head before she turned to Tony. ”Let’s go, Tony!” She exclaimed, her lips widening in joy as she opened the door, walking in. ”Eve? Eve?” She called out for her friend, looking around the room before looking towards her Eve’s bed as she furrowed her brows together, seeing a frame under the covers. Walking over towards the bed as she gently sat down, the bed creaking as it made noise from the pressure of Henley’s weight. Concerned, Henley looked towards Tony, before softly cooing, ”Eve? E? Tony and I brought breakfast. Are you hungry?” She asked, her hand extending towards the sheets that seemed to have hidden her friend. Was she scared? Afraid? What was going on? Oh, she didn’t want to cower over Eve or startle her, but her heart leaped out as she could hear soft mumbling numbers escape Eve’s lips.

 

[pulpfiction]

anthony castillo

He couldn't help but laugh at her excitement, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in amusement as he did so. "Don't worry, the food's still warm Henny." Anthony gripped the handle and strode after the girl, whose light steps could barely be heard despite being full of excitement, which he knew, she could barely contain. And truth be told, neither could he, because he found himself grinning from ear to ear at the thought of visiting Eve. Eve was already the highlight of both his and Henley's days, but moreso now that they'd be working for other, less desirable guests. He'd heard all the horrors of serving the entitled young ladies from both his co-workers, and despite Henley's patience and Oscar's professionalism, he knew even they could only take so much. Reflecting on it, Anthony was quite thankful for his relatively easier job, considering the fact that cooking came quite easy to him, and constantly interacting with whiny guests didn't.

Blinking out of his train of thought however, it took Tony a moment to realize that the girl who'd been in front of her merely a second ago was already in front of Eve's room, beckoning him as she entered the door. "Aw, wait up! Just because I almost left you in the elevator..." he joked, the corner of his mouth twisting upwards as he pushed the cart, the trays rattling quite dangerously as he jogged with it towards the entrance of Eve's room. Not surprisingly, the metal cart clanged against the doorway in a small collision. "Oops," he quipped, not sounding rather sorry at all, but Tony's smile dropped as soon as he found Henley sitting frozen beside Eve, who was muttering under her breath.

"Hey Eve," his voice softened, as he took the tray out from the cart and set it on her table, "Your breakfast's here. I've also got some appetizers that those guests probably won't miss anyway. Caviar tartlets. Sounds fancy right?" Grabbing one from one of the trays, he set an appetizer on the corner of Eve's plate. "Want a bite? I'm sure Little Eve will like it too." He added, gazing softly at the woman, who was carressing her tummy. There was barely a bump so far, but as he looked at it, Tony could suddenly recall the memory of asking his mother when he was a kid how it felt to be pregnant. Her response had been: "Well really, it's like a little fish swimming around in your belly at first. You barely feel it." Then she had smiled her knowing smile, and little Tony had been left wondering whether his mother had been pulling his leg, calling a baby a little fish like that.

Now, Tony wondered what it would be like once this baby was born. Sure, it'd be a while before then, but his eyebrows furrowed with worry every time he thought about needing to conceal a wailing baby and its mother. Granted, it was normally easy to hide things in a mansion, but then again, a baby wasn't just a thing. It would cry and eat and poop, and he knew taking care of it would require more of their time. He just hoped to God that the guests would be too self-absorbed to care what the help did in their spare time.

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mentions: Eve, Oscar, guests
interactions: Henley, Eve
tags: deer , vesper.

/coded by allure/