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New Roleplay!!! Yay! Koffee's contribution:
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Braelyn stared over the rolling hills of the kingdom wordlessly, expressing utter disrespect towards her "care-taker", as her mother had recently taken to calling Bell, a middle aged woman that seemed to have an endless supply of complaints and lessons.
"Are you listening to me?" Bell muttered irratably by Braelyn's side.
"No," she replied honestly. Bell sighed and rolled her eyes. She had long since resigned to Braelyn's moods, and would stubbornly sit through them.
"You know that Bridleton will never marry off their prince to a spoiled, irratible young child, don't you?" Bell's voice was gentler than usual, wary of upsetting her further.
"I'm aware of that," her voice was coarse and laced with supressed tears, "That is why I could care less what you're yammering about, seeing as I don't want to be married of to some 'Arian de Montage'," her voice dripped sarcasm and mock awe.
"Besides, he's probably some dolt that hasn't even found his Song yet," Braelyn's teeth dug stubbornly into her lip, and tears pricked the backs of her eyes, "And I've never even met him!" her voice cracked, and she collapsed into a pitiful heap next to Bell's feet, ashamed that a Princess should cry.
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I'm sorry, that's not very good, but I wanted to see what everyone else would add to it.
PS: In my next entries, I might start in first person, but I wanted to establish all the characters first :D
submitted by Koffee
(October 1, 2009 - 10:38 pm)
(October 1, 2009 - 10:38 pm)
@Jeni: I really like your idea. Be prepared for some lady like frippery!!!
@Koffee:Oops sorry. I just thought she seemed especially sad about her not being "mature" enough and I thought it would be interesting if she really really wantedfor him to like her and*rambles onandon*
Um, sorry if you didn't want her mom killed off.
(October 5, 2009 - 4:17 pm)
((@Koffee: Of course they must be friends.
@Phoenix: Glad you like it!))
Jara sighed and made a face at her aunt's back. Her father had delivered her trunks this morning, and first thing Bell had done was to force her into one of the silk dresses. But Jara had split-skirt dresses, which Bell didn't know, so she was not as restricted in tomboyish actions as her aunt believed.
"Why do I have to meet this Braelyn first off? Why can't I even get unpacked first!" Jara complained bitterly, catching up to her aunt, who smiled.
"Dear, she'll be a good influence on you, and she does need a friend every now and then." Bell replied, slightly absentmindedly. "Plus I don't trust you to stay at home, and I do still need to attend the princess."
"Fine. But don't expect me to be more than civil, especially if she is at all like I've heard." Jara replied, her regular smirk back. Finally they got to the palace, and Jara chortled at the sheer extravagantness of it all. "People actually LIVE in that thing?" she sniggered. Bell sighed. "Dear, they are royalty after all, are they not? Do be nicer. It's quite unbecoming." she scolded.
Jara rolled her eyes. "That's it, scold, scold, scold. Do you scold the princess as much as you scold me?" she muttered, just loud enough for Bell to hear, then she grinned and broke into a run towards the palace.
As she approached the palace, footmen and soldiers started staring at her nervously. A mad girl, about the age of their precious princess, running amok in a silk dress? Jara chuckled and stuck out her tongue at one pageboy, who tripped and dropped his neat stack of papers in surprise. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad after all, hanging around this palace all the time.
She got to the door and looked behind her, laughing at Bell's chagrined expression as she walked across the courtyard. "A good run indeed. Aunt Bell, I thank you for bringing me. This is indeed, a fine palace." she called out mockingly. "Can you not run a bit? I'm tired of waiting." she added, knowing Bell was too ladylike to do so. Finally Bell caught up and nodded to the footmen, who promptly opened the door. Bell glared at Jara and led the way to the princess's suite.
"Braelyn? I've brought my niece, whom I've told you about! She will be staying with me for a while." Bell called out, opening the door. A freckly girl a bit younger than Jara emerged. "Hello, Bell. Who's this? Oh, you must be Jaraine Millar. Nice to meet you, I suppose." Braelyn said sulkily. "Yes, I'm Jaraine. You may call me Jara if you must. You are Braelyn, I suppose? You must be. I would say that I hope we shall be friends, but it's untrue." Jara replied with a mock bow. Bell smiled at her two charges, pleased that they were getting along. "Well girls, I'll let you get to know each other a bit, shall I?" she said happily and went off.
(October 8, 2009 - 1:14 pm)
Sraela yawned. Then she straightened with alarm- What would Aiden do to her if she was late? Hurrying to the palace kitchen, she made a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon, but then she stopped. Why hadn't she remembered that Aiden was gone? It was a day of freedom. Sraela ate the breakfast she had intended for the prince, then hurried outside. Climbing trees was her favorite thing- it made her feel like she could fly. But then she saw something rather odd...
(October 8, 2009 - 3:35 pm)
You're totally making my character out to be a simpleton.*is mildly offended*
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Bell whipped around corner. Her niece was so uncivilized! All Bell really wanted to do was wipe that insufferable smile off her face. But Bell held her temper in check. It was not her duty now to take care of her niece. She was on a mission of the princess. Bell entered the streets and walked along the wide, cobbled street until she reached a dim shop on the edge of the city. She entered and, nodding to the woman behind the desk, strode past the desk to the only door in the small hall. Bell opened the door and stood, looking around. Her group of spies sat around a table conversing quietly. The converstion faltered as she stood looking down at them.
"Fill me in" she said to the group as they quieted down.
"Well" began a senior member, known as Rolryn " According to our man in the palace,the prince has been absent from the palace for over 2 hours almost every day now. He has been seen entering his father's study frequently and is present at every meeting of state. This is most strange considering that for the past 2 years he has shown almost no interest in politics. He says he just wants to learn to be a good king, but we don't think so."
"I agree" said Bell "he seems to have another purpose than just a suitor here. We need to keep an eye on him."
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Over an hour later Bell stepped out into the dwindling light. Her group of spies had discussed various ways that they could keep an eye on the prince while he was at the palace. Bell wondered about the prince as she walked back to the palace. Then her eye fell on a corset shop that was still open. Suddenly Bell rembered her niece and she smiled as she opened the door...
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Ha Ha Jenni!! See if you can get your way out of this one!
(October 8, 2009 - 3:40 pm)
((Phoenix, I'm not making her out to be a simpleton. I'm just portraying her as Jara sees her. And no, Jara is not going to wear any corsets. No. Way.))
(October 8, 2009 - 7:46 pm)
((Braelyn will valiantly defend Jara from the corsets, if need be, seeing as how she despises them herself :D))
(October 8, 2009 - 10:33 pm)
Oh yes she is. I'm at least gonna try.
(October 9, 2009 - 5:04 pm)
((Well, Jara's MY character, not yours. And she is NOT going to wear any CORSETS.))
(October 10, 2009 - 10:26 am)
((Yeah! Jara is her character, and if she wants to keep her character healthy, let her. Corsets are bad.))
(October 10, 2009 - 1:34 pm)
I'm on at the same time as someone! Hello!
(October 10, 2009 - 10:28 am)
I'll join- sorry if I'm too late...
Jenette stared at the crackling embers of the fire. They whispered ominously in her ears, in a language few knew. But Jenette did. They whispered, "Arian". Jenette stifled her sobs, willing herself not to cry. Absentmindily, she caressed her cheek, the place where the prince had struck her with his whip as she failed to do as he asked quick enough. Defiance was not tolerated in a palace. That had been just after the nightly feast, and Jenette had tripped and spilled the dishes all over the floor. The sound of shattering glass was the loudest thing she'd ever heard. stupid me, she thought angrily, stupid clumsy oaf. it didn't help that the prince was even angrier and moodier now that he was to wed that princess. he was especially impatient, and was quick to fetch his whip.
Rule number one in the palace was not to look into the eyes of the nobles. but she had broken that rule, and as she was whipped stared into the eyes of the prince.
His beautiful eyes... she looked into them and her body went numb. She could not feel the fierce pain, only the shock and the sensation of falling, falliing too fast into the unknown. Quite unexpectedly she had a vision of herself in a fancy dress, with an elegant crown on her head, seated next to His Royal Highness. Jenette shook herself. sighing, she forced herself to grip the concept that the prince was engaged anyway, and that him to marry a lowly servant of his father's was simply not done. She could hear the coarse, labored breathing of the other servants, echoing across the crowded room. But to her it was only a reminder of what could never be.
(October 10, 2009 - 7:28 pm)
((JenettexArian? Really? Pleeease? *bambie eyes* :D))
//Arian//
Arian absently traced the fresh scar on his hand, vaguely thinking that he had to be more careful with the whip. He couldn't just go around accidentally ripping his own flesh open... his thoughts drifted more and more off-topic until a sharp voice cut into them.
"Arian!"
"Sorry?" he jerked his head up. What time was it?
"I said," Braelyn's father fixed him with a steely look, "how do you feel about the dowry?"
Arian's own father nodded urgently from behind the other kind. Say yes, he mouthed. It's more than sufficient.
Ariab frowned disdainfully. "I don't care. I don't even want to be here."
Ignoring his father's scandalized look, he resumed tracing the scar.
(October 11, 2009 - 10:57 am)
Bell stared at her niece. Jara stared back. Bell had spent the last hour trying to wrestle her into a corset. Bell had to admit that Jara had a fierce spirit. Rather like her at that age.
"I'm never going to wear one of those torture devices" Jara's voice broke through Bell's thoughts.
"That's fine" Bell dropped the corset and shook back her hair. "I not going to force you any more."
"Really?" said Jara
"Yes" replied Bell. Then she smiled wickedly holding up Jara's lockpicks. "This however may be something you want." The color drained from Jara's face as she realized what Bell had.
"Wh-Where did you get those?" she whispered.
"You really shouldn't leave things lying about your room where people can just pick them up." said Bell nonchalontaly.(sp?) She neglected to mention that she had gone through Jara's belonging's when she had arrived, to make sure that she didn't bring anything that could be used to harm the princess. This was done to every new arrival so Jara wasn't being persecuted.
"Give them back." Jara's voice trembeled with barely controlled rage.
"How about a deal. I give you your lockpicks back and not force anymore corsets on you if," here Bell paused for emphasis, "if, you promise no more running in the palace, try to be more friendly to the princess andwear actual dresses." Jara sat down on the bed.
"Can I keep one split-skirt?" she pleaded.
"One and one only." said Bell
"Then it's a deal."
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There. We both get our way without any corsets. I agree with you Dawnflower. Corsets are bad.
(October 11, 2009 - 1:35 pm)
((It's Dawnpaw. ))
Sekree sighed as she put on her new uniform. How did she and her cursed purple eyes get a job in the palace? She needed money, but the palace was the place where it would be hardest to hide her eyes...
(October 12, 2009 - 5:48 pm)
I know, pretty insane. How could you fall for someone when they're whipping you? But still, kind of romantic, right? The scar on her face, the scar on his hand, they've each left their mark on the other, like it or not. And neither of them like it.
(October 11, 2009 - 2:17 pm)