Princess School RP!

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Princess School RP!

Princess School RP!

You are a young girl from a small village on the edge of a kingdom. The King has made a decree that all girls 12- 17 years of age are to go to a special school to train to be princesses. At the end, the prince will pick one to marry. Create your charrie sheet like this:

Name:

Age (12-17):

Appearance:

Personality:

Friends:

Enemies:

Other:

For example, here's mine:

Name: Alexandra Thatcher

Age: 13

Appearance: Waist length, curly, bright red hair, dark green eyes

Personality: Smart, courageous, stubborn, loyal

Friends: I'll wait and see

Enemies: I'll wait and see

Other:  N/A

Rules:

1. No AEs please

2. Only 2 charries per person

3. We will start when there are 12 charries. After that, you have to ask me if you want to join

4. No magical powers or OP charries, please

5. Have Fun!

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Your friend,

elementgirl18917 

submitted by elementgirl18917
(January 8, 2017 - 2:24 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Come to think of it, they probably didn't have sneakers either. Easy fix: bare feet and a short, torn, black dress. 

submitted by Lucy B., age 12, California
(January 23, 2017 - 12:08 am)

I also don't think that anyone would have used the term 'souped up car' because no one would have known what a car was back then. XD ;-)

submitted by Leeli
(January 23, 2017 - 8:36 am)

Yeah I kinda forgot when this took place.

submitted by Lucy B., age 12, California
(January 23, 2017 - 7:14 pm)

Six of Clubs~

I twist myself into a longer jet-black dress with pear beading a adorning the waistline and neckline. I look out the one window in the village-girls dorm. The pre-class session begins at midday and I'm LATE. Why do I care if I'm late? I don't. I care to leave the castle before I become too princessy. This is the only thing I'm ever willing to wear. 

I trudge down the hallway in pure rage that I have to go anywhere in this place. I find a dopr surrounded by girls wearing Lon gowns in every color. I crowd behind a girl in a yellow dress  and she says, "Well, EXcuse me!" 

I turn to her and say, "this IS the room where the pre-class session is, RIGHT?! I want to get in first so I can get OUT first."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm with ya, sister. Wish I didn't have go to this place." She rolls her eyes again and sticks out her hand. "Miara."

I shake her hand. "Six of Clubs."

"Pffffft! What kinda name is THAT?" She giggles.

"The one I was given." I hold up the tip of my thumb, revealing a small club-shaped birthmark.  "Don't you dare make fun of me."

O realize Miara and I have fallen behind the crowd. "We better get in there."

$!x 0f €lub$

While we were completely ignoring our instructor, I learned that Miara  doesn't like the prince and there are a few other people who hate the prince. I also learned that she likes my dress and hates hers.

 

submitted by Lucy B., age 12, California
(January 23, 2017 - 12:43 am)

Could someone please post about AFTER the fire?

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(January 23, 2017 - 8:42 pm)
Fenrys~
I cannot sleep in this wretched place. After the insultingly simple lesson in writing --- honestly, we’re humans, not monsters! We know how to write---  we were all sent to bed. It is now nearly midnight, yet I feel completely restless. With a soft growl of frustration, I roll out of bed, my bare feet landing on the plush carpet with hardly more than a whisper of sound. The guards watch me tersely as I slip out the door, but they make no move to stop me. Interesting.
For the next several minutes, I simply wander the halls of the castle, mentally mapping it out and planning escape routes, should the need be. The movement helps me to relax slightly, until I notice the shadow of a figure turning the corner. Immediately, I tense, my mind automatically slipping into a hunter’s mindset. Keeping to the shadows, I follow the figure out a glass door and into the royal gardens. He stops in the very center, taking a seat on an ornate marble bench facing a small pool of shimmering, mirror-like water. I move to step out and confront whoever the man is, but instead the bush behind me rustles loudly.  Hissing, I curse my gosh darned hair as I realize my mistake. 
“Who are you?” the boy’s voice rings clear and authoritative. With a jolt, I realize who I’ve just stalked through the palace. The Crown Prince of Adarlan (I don’t know if we decided on a kingdom name, so I’m using this. Let me know if we did choose one and I just haven’t seen it).
Well, then. I won’t be caught dead fawning over the prince.
Lifting my chin, I say, “You may call me Wildfire.”
He looks taken aback as he says,”Do you know whom you are speaking to?”
I turn towards the water to hide my impish smile as I reply with, “Should I?”
The prince spluttered, unsure whether to laugh or be enraged. Oh, this was fun. It took all of my self control not to laugh as I said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you so taken with my beautiful golden hair that you don’t know how to speak in my presence?”
“You call that colour gold?” he finally managed, overcoming his bewilderment.
“Ah, forgive me, sir. It does look more on the silver side when exposed to moonlight,” I say, my voice mockingly sweet.
Before he can reply, warning bells begin ringing. I hear faint shouts of ‘Fire!’ coming from the West wing. The wing where the other girls are being held. The wing where my one friend in the place is. I take off back towards the palace. Or at least, start to. The Prince catches my hand, his grip more powerful than I expected.
“Where are you going? There is a fire. Please don’t tell me a maiden such as you is suicidal,” he says, worry creasing his brow.
“Unlike you, prince,” I sneer, “I have remorse for the lives of fellow humans.”
I watch as his face shifts from shock to confusion, then snatch my hand away, snapping,”Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must--”
“Wildfire,” he cuts me off, “They’ve already made it out. Look.”
Sure enough, I see a cluster of dark figures gathered beneath the window of the West wing. I nod coldly, making to go join them.
“Wait---”
“What?” I hiss.
“Why do you hate me so much? I haven’t even met you yet,”
I contemplate for a moment, before replying with barely contained fury, “You are correct. I have not met you. But I have met your father, when I was young enough not to remember it. Try asking him why so many of your people are dying, whilst you give hardly a thought.”
Then, I stalk back to where the other girls are huddled closely together, joining the group as if I was always there.
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Oooohhhh drama! Hopefully, this is okay with everyone. 
submitted by Kestrel
(January 23, 2017 - 9:24 pm)

Fastforwarding to the next day. Kestrel, I think drama is AWESOME!

Melia-

I wake up again. They have moved us to the North Wing in a alike room. When I wake up, I see Fenrys already awake. She's fidgety. "Alright. Spill," I said to her. "Last night...I met the prince," she says. I gasp. "Oh gosh. You didn't give him any cheek did you? He could have your family executed," I ask. "Of course I gave him cheek!" Fenrys says indignantly, "Why not? His father killed most of my family!" I guess I'll just drop it. I think I would've done the same anyway. I silently get done with my duties. Then, I go down to get breakfast and go to class. In class we learn how to have proper manners. Of course I have manners! What do they think we are? Animals? Well...I didn't know how to tell dressing from poison actually. That actually was the only thing useful that we learned. After class, we have a free period in which I go outside alone. The other girls prefer to stay inside. I spot some woodland and head toward it. I go in and revel in the silence and peace. I hear a bush rustling. "Who's there?" I call, "You know, I'm not totally ignorant!" A young man about 18 steps out. He has a ring with a serpent embelem on it. I suck in my breath. I'm glad I knew that. "What do you think you're doing? I deserve some privacy!" I call. "Um..." the prince stammers. Really? I walk the other way into the woods at a brisk pace. "Good day to you too." I call mockingly. When I find a good stream, I sit down and find a patch of earth. I had carried a bag of flower seeds with me. I dig five holes and drop five types of seeds in them, one per hole: iris, forget-me-not, daisy, rose, and lilac. I then cover them up with dirt and sprinkle them with water from the stream. I set to work building a small fence out of vines around them.  

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(January 25, 2017 - 9:59 pm)

I'm so sorry that I haven't written anything on here yet! I kept meaning to, but I never got around to it. Would it be ok if I wrote from Ashelyn and Emelie's PoVs (Points of view) just to catch up with everyone else, adn then wrote more often so I don't end up missing so much again?

submitted by Dragonrider
(January 26, 2017 - 4:06 pm)

Wren~ 

     Free time. Yes. I thought I'd never get to explore this place. I wander the palace halls, which after time becomes boring, and so I decide to visit the palace stables. If I cant be with my own horse, why not meet the others? I can think of nothing better to do than spend time with animals, and so make my way out to the courtyard.

     The stables are beautiful, each stall is large and roomy, with plenty of sweet smelling hay. I walk up to a black stallion with a white star on his forehead.

     "Well, hello there.....Stormy." I say, reading the name that's engraved on the door to the stall as I reach out to pat him. He whinnies indignantly.

     I'm about to pull a spare carrot that I saved from today's luncheon out of my satchel, when I hear footsteps. I freeze. What if I'm found? What if I'm not supposed to be here? I don't dare take another breath. Suddenly, a door swings open from the other side of the building and boy who looks about my age walks out. He stops in his tracks when he sees me.

    "And who are you?" He says a bit loudly.

     Not prepared to be paralyzed, I clear my throat and speak.  

     "I am Wren."

     "And what do you think you're doing?"

     "Just keeping the horses company." I reply hotly.

     "Humph. Well, look, you're scaring poor old Stormy here. Look, how bout you just trot your fancy self right back up those marble steps and get pack to your pish posh camp, and we'll just forget this whole thing. Alright?"

     Shocked and appalled, I can feel my cheeks burning. I fairly radiate anger. And then it all explodes.

     "Who do think you are to talk about me like that!? You- you insulting, lowly, why, I've never been so humiliated in my life! Why, I ought to slap you, and if not for being a lady, I'd do just that! I-" 

     I stop myself when I see the look on his face. He's obviously taken aback, and I can see now that I let my anger get away from me. His surprise slowly morphs into pain, and I think I see moisture in his bright blue eyes. I wonder if it deeply hurt him what I said.

     "Look, uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean all that. But, you really don't have any right to say things like that about me." I say in a gentler tone.

     The silence that follows is unnerving, but finally the boy grins, holds out his hand, and says, "I'm William, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did. You're different than them, I see that now  And by the way, I think you're real good with horses." I can't hide my smile at the compliment, and I even chuckle.

     "Well, William-"  he cuts me off.

     "Please, just Will is fine."

     "Okay-Will-do think that if I just march my fancy self right back up those marble steps and get back to my pish posh camp we could just forget this whole thing ever happened?" 

     He smiles and, laughing, nods. As I turn to leave, I feel a hand on my arm.

     "Wait! Wren,"

     "Yes?"

     "You aren't still made are you?"

     "Of course not."

     "Then you'll come again?"

     "May I?"

     "It would be my honor."

     And with that he makes a slight bow, and turns to leave.

     Walking back to the palace, I can't get the image of his face with those well-placed freckles, that messy dirty blond hair, and those gleaming blue eyes out of my head. And have a strange feeling that Will feels the same way.

~~~~~

Oooooh, romance! I hope no one minds Wren possibly falling in love with the stable boy! 

 

 

submitted by Leeli
(January 27, 2017 - 9:27 am)

I certainly don't mind! I think it will add a very nice sense of forbidden-ness to it, since that is completely not the reason we are at the palace.

submitted by Kestrel
(January 27, 2017 - 3:56 pm)

I'm fairly sure that 1523 is A.C

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(January 28, 2017 - 4:20 pm)

TOP!TOPTOPTOP

submitted by TOP!
(January 29, 2017 - 6:34 pm)

Melia-

Oh. My. Tomorrow is the first ball! I managed to sneak in some gardening before curfew so now I'm in a good mood. Until they tell us about the ball. They say that we will be going to three balls in a row for the prince to decide who will marry him. We will need different dresses for all of the balls. I have a few sufficient dresses at least. I'm going to spend the night making them more beautiful. We even get to stay up one hour later to prepare! In the first few minutes of the hour, I slip off into the woods and pick three lilac sprigs to put in my hair. I then get out my sewing things and start to beautify my dress. I hear a voice over my shoulder. "Do you think the prince will pick you?" Fenrys asks me. "I dunno." I reply. What I really want to say is that I don't want to marry him. The thought makes me nauseous. I finally finish the last stitch, just when the guards call, "Lights out!" 

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(January 29, 2017 - 6:54 pm)

I have two things on my mind right now. First, we should really decide who'll marry the prince or else everyone on this RP (including me) will RP themselves marrying the prince. Second of all, whay stop at the wedding ceremony. I mean, why don't we RP ourselves with jobs in the royal palace? I really don't want this RP to end this quick because it's the first one I've ever joined (officially, all the other ones I joined after the joining limit).

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(January 29, 2017 - 6:59 pm)

I agree. The first step to doing that is finding out who is actually here and active.

I know that Leeli is here, but I think she is going to fall in love with the stable boy.

I also think that I kind of want my charrie to fall in love with the prince eventually, but also meet the captain of the guard and slowly fall for him without realizing it, causing complications. So for me, I won't be too upset if I don't get to marry the prince.

I think the only people I've seen posting have been Random Person, Leeli, Dragonrider, and I. There could be more that I'm forgetting about, though... 

submitted by Kestrel
(January 30, 2017 - 10:26 am)
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