The Selection - Official RP Thread

[Littlefeets]

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Early Evening - with Azra

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Azra, ah he was right. He thought he remembered her face. She was the girl that Kit knew had caught his brother’s eye for sure. However, it seemed like Azra didn’t seem to realize who he was. Sure, he wasn’t in the public eye to the same extent as his brother, nor was he as notable as his sister, but he still held the title. He hadn’t expected to not be recognized, but it left him with a chance to do something he normally couldn’t. “You can call me Fox.” he said, not giving her his actual name. Technically the term for a baby fox was kit, which is how he got his name, so it wasn’t that far off. “I’m just glad I was here to hear your rant and help. I can’t imagine why someone would leave like that.” he said as he began leading her to the dining room.

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@/Madilnel

[Jass]

Emberlynn nodded at each of the authors mentioned by Fabianne, getting more and more excited about her picks: “Those are some of my favourite authors, together with the Brönte sisters that is.” Emberlynn did not read anything that was not English literature, she loved the historical aspect to those books. She would not want to be seen with anything less either, contemporary books were lower class, no, literature was where it should be for higher class or anyone in fact who wanted her respect. “I’m sure that you would make an excellent literary historian, if you desire to follow that trajectory that is.” she said, bringing it back to what Fabianne had told her about having two options she was interested in studying.

Emberlynn nodded at Fabianne talking about judgement of herself. It was something that connected with her. She was her own worst critic, always. “It is near to impossible to not judge oneself when you are constantly judged by those around you. My parents, my friends, everyone does keep me to this high standard.” she told “I only once failed one of my classes, it lead to a massive falling out with my parents. Even if they were aware there was a reason that should have excused me from studying in that moment of time” she stared a bit in the distance, lost in her thoughts about the events that had occurred in her life surrounding that time. “That is kind of you to say. But I am not sure whether I agree with you.” If she didn’t come out of here being the princess, or at least getting far, she had failed. She had not been educated or elegant enough in the eyes of the prince. She hadn’t tried hard enough, all those years. It would have been practically for nothing.

Emberlynn was a defender of the caste system. It had kept her and her family well off for multiple generations. It had allowed her to travel, to spent a fortune on books, art, her horse, to live the life she so admired. However, with Fabianne in front of her, she started to understand there were lower caste people who would deserve a life as she had. Who deserved more doors to open for them, both literally and figuratively. Who would flourish in all that richness. Maybe Fabianne was right, and not everything was quite as it seemed. “Well, you lady Fabianne, you should be proud of yourself. Proud to be here and able to show off the wonderful lady you are.”

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@CerealKiller - Fabianne
Sorry you had to wait ages for this disappointment

[Kristi]

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Lore smirked, running a hand through her (something something I forgot maybe red) colored necklace. “Nothing is ever impossible for me, Margo.” There was a reason why her middle name was not impossible, other than the fact her parents just simply didn’t name her that- Lore had no impossibility in her name because she was born to do the impossible period. “Loser has to write an essay on why the winner is awesome.” Lore pulled her long dress slightly up to allow herself to curtsie jokingly, “And the loser is going to be dear Margo because Lore doesn’t play about horseriding.” Lore jokingly said with a grin. But she also was not really joking. Horseback riding might be her third favorite thing to do but it was still one of her favorite things and she was way too much of a sore loser to allow someone else to win.

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@CerealKiller

[Jass]

“I mean, I totally get your point” she said “But drinking underage is still as illegal as ever according to the law last time I checked. So I don’t expect that they would let us, two underage Selected, get away with just a warning for brewing alcohol.” To her stealing or brewing it was on the level of illegality. “Not that it would stop me tho, but yeah, I would prefer to not get caught”

Pranking was something Amanda did with her friends a lot, just back and forth pranking each other. It was just a laugh, something fun for them. “No, no,” she said. “I just love a good prank. Revenge maybe was not the best word, but pranking is just rad. Whether that’s someone playing a good prank on me, like you did, or me thinking of a good way to prank someone back. I do that with my friends all the time.” She wasn’t quite sure if she was going to prank Austin back, her reaction to this had sort of taken off the fun for Amanda. She wasn’t sure if Austin would even appreciate a good prank coming from her.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Austin

[Madilfill]

Early evening w/Fox- mood board

Azra looked up at this stranger for a second. He was tall and dressed quiet well. He wasn’t in the guards uniform, but he was in the castle so maybe a cook or gardener? Did they have male maids? She wondered. It made a little bit of sense that the princes may prefer that. He did look a little familiar for some reason so maybe that was the reasoning. Maybe he had been in photos with royal family in the background or something. He had a skinnier face but a nice jawline. And his lips, they were plump. She licked her own but stopped when she remembered that she was wearing lipstick.

You can call me Fox. He told her his name and she nodded and smiled. Maybe her first friend here in the castle. Not a female but it made sense. She really only had two close girl friends back home otherwise she was surrounded by boys. [color= #AED581] Fox? That sounds a bit dangerous. [/color] She replied to him telling her. She had to be honest, the name wasn’t very fitting but it’s not like he got to choose his name. are you dangerous mr.fox? she asked back with a smirk. It was a joke. She thought briefly about a book she had read a few years ago with the title being Mr.Fox. It was sort of a romance, dark fairytale type. And if Azra was correct the character Mr.fox did kill someone.

If you are just please don’t kill me yet. I have a deep question. I am here to “fall in love” right so she used air quotes around fall in love with her hands raised as she walked. She always talked with her hands, it’s because she was used to having to sign everything she said. Mr.fox, what is your take on “falling in love”? she had a take. A more controversial one than most she believed.
@Littlefeets

[CerealKiller]

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”yes of course, the bronte sisters are wonderful” she nodded in agreement with what Emberlynn was saying. Fabianne on the other hand didn’t have a very specific range of reading, she read most books that came to hand, from the classics to fantasy and even biographies, whatever seemed interesting enough to read was soon enough read. As simple as that. Fast reader yo. ”a literary historian” she repeated, thinking about it ”that does sound like an interesting path” she then agreed

”I did not mean you should not judge yourself at all, after all, who knows better to judge you than yourself, I just mean that sometimes people judge themselves rather harshly, and it isn’t always healthy” she explained ”but I suppose that’s fair”

”you don’t have to agree with me, either way I do think you have a lot of potential to win, I can see why you could fit as a princess” she then said ”but who knows, only hope is to try hard and keep hoping I suppose”

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@Jass

[CerealKiller]

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Margo couldn’t help but smile, although clearly miss girl was delusional if she thought she was going to win, but still, fun times. ”i highly doubt that” she replied with a playful smirk ”I guess we’ll have to wait and see” she added, slightly changing the position she was standing in, crossing her arms ”either way, one thing I know, it’s going to be incredibly fun” she smiled again. I mean, yeah she was also going to win which was fun, like come on, Margo has basically been riding horses since before she could even write, it’s been one of the main things she loved in her life, the feeling of the wind in her hair, the speed, the freedom, her horse, how can one say no to that?

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@Kristi

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Austin smiled “Yeah … you’re right. I forgot where I was for a moment. You see, I brew beer at home under my dad’s direct supervision so I kind of forgot we wouldn’t be allowed to do that in here unless allowed to. I mean we can always ask, but the answer probably won’t be positive. At this point it’s just simpler to get out your fake ID and buy some beer.” Austing said, looked around to see if anybody was there, and form her brassiere she plucked some money wrapped around a fake ID. She said “I use this to ID to by brewing supplies because some of them can’t be bought by a minor. Just like any other alcohol. Well now, we can use this to buy beer next time we’re out of the castle and none would be the wiser …Not if we stach it well.” Austin said.

@Jass - Amanda

[Kristi]

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“Of course. I’ve always dreamed of being a doctor.” Dariana said with a soft smile, “I studied day and night since I was young, I was supposed to enter a professional high medical school too as I passed the exam but you know.” Dariana waved around to the Castle. “I became one of the selected.”

Dariana had to fight back a smile when Leah Fisher began laughing when she tried to copy her. Alex, Dariana’s twin had done the same when Dariana tried to teach her basic etiquette that Dariana typically did so they can cosplay as each other from time to time. But her twin had twin and failed laughing, Dariana that time being around 13 had rolled her eyes and had to fight back a you act like you were born and raised from a ‘poor birth’ remark or any attitude/ look remark. Younger Dariana was more prejudice than she is now, but honestly it was due to the fact that she grew up mostly around the people who are deemed ‘betters’ as they are the higher ups in society and a beautiful polite mother who she admired (she talks about her mother way too much, she knows but she really just adores her mom. Her mom was everything to her) .

When Leah had introduced herself simply as Leah fisher from Yukon, Dariana smiled, “That sounds more natural for you.” Dariana said in a genuine proud tone. “I promise you the meeting between you and Prince will go smoothly, and he is raised by a really dignified and humble woman like the Queen, so I’m sure he is a good person.” Dariana reassured. Dariana should have probably focused on reassuring herself, fighting any nerves off that she might have but she didn’t have any. It was not because she was as brave and proud of anything but because no offense, she really didn’t care much for the prince. She has not thought of the prince once other than deciding how and how not he would be useful to her and her goals. She had not considered what type of man he might be like, what he might like or dislike. She had just focused on if he might or may not hinder her plans, his value and randomly thinking whether he may or may not be a future tyrant king because it was once said randomly by a group of girls walking by. Other than that, not once has the prince crossed his mind. She has not even thought of whether he might be attractive or not- she sure hoped he was though, although a good personality was what Dariana treasured, she wasn’t going to be dishonest and say she didn’t care about looks (as if that wasn’t the first thing you see in a person.) It would be embarrassing if she was fighting along side other beautiful ladies (she was sure the ladies would be beautiful, but would they be interesting like Leah and her twin was a whole different question) for a man whose face would scare a demon.

Dariana blinked as she was brought back to reality, outside her many wandering deep and long thoughts when she saw Leah trying to stand with pain. Leah asked for pain medications, begging for help because she doesn’t want to be sent home for medical reasons. Telling Dariana that her siblings depend on her. Dariana gave her a look filled with empathy, not a pitful look but more of a sympathetic look. Leah fisher was definitely a girl Dariana didn’t want going back home with her bags, everything about her was quite interesting to Dariana and Dariana loved the interesting. “Of course Dariana said.” Dariana had gone to her room again and brought back some medicine, medicine her mother had given her in case of any serious pain or injuries, given her direct instructions on how to apply them and what to do in case of injuries. In addition to given her a medication book, which was also for fun because mother knew that Dariana read medical books and other things for the fun of it. “This is ibuprofen, it’s a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory medicine which helps reduce inflammation and it’s a pain relief.” Dariana was about to hand her the medicine when she blinked remembering something, “Wait are you under aged?” Dariana was about to advice her that if she wanted she could take 200mg of the medicine every 4 to 6 hours but shouldn’t take more than 1,200mg of the tablets in the span of 24 hours as it was an overdose and dangerous. But if Leah fisher was under aged, she would have to lower the amount of times she can take in a day a little. A little because Leah fisher was obviously between the ages of 16 and older being a selected and from her physical appearance.

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@Jass

[idiot.exe]

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Maid of Rosemary Edith Dolloway

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Sera’s day had been stressful, to say the least. With the ladies moving into the palace and getting ready to meet the prince, most of the workload was on the maids that day. Or, maybe that was just Sera. She wanted Edith to feel as if the palace is her home, so she put in a lot more effort than the other two maids. Even now, while those two were slacking off doing who knows what, Sera was preparing the towels for her lady.

But while being in such a rush, she didn’t pay attention to her surroundings and accidentally bumped into someone.

“I am so sorry! That was so irresponsible of me…” Sera said, a bit anxious. She then took the towels that the guard had picked up. “Thank you, you didn’t have to help me.” she smiled.

Now that that had happened, there was no room to worry about the consequences. She had to think of a solution to the problem, and quick. Sera still had work left to do and couldn’t afford to waste any time. “…I’m assuming you’re heading to the laundry room too?” she asked the man, regaining her calm composure.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Enzo Capitani

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[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Sera took the towels Enzo picked up, which he didn’t pick up just to put on her arms again and cloud her vision.
“It was irresponsible of whoever put you in a position for you to have such a workload.” Enzo said “Actually I had to help you, since I was the reason you dropped those.” He gestured towards the towels." Enzo wanted to take back the towels she took back in order to help her out since he had nothing else to do for a while, and he didn’t realize the coffee splashed his uniform as well, at least he didn’t think to check … But when she assumed they were both going to the laundry room while she was holding all the towels, Enzo realized it wasn’t to carry towels … So he looked down on his clothes and said “I suppose I am” He looked up and took half of the towels. “Well, since we’re going together, there’s no need for you to carry all of that alone.” He said as he started walking in the general direaction of the laundry room.

@idiot.exe - Sera

[idiot.exe]

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Maid of Rosemary Edith Dolloway

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Sera was a bit confused seeing Enzo offer to help her. That was her job, he was only a guard meant to protect the people in the palace. She only gave him a confused look, letting him take them. “I appreciate your help, but I could handle them on my own.” she smiled. “And to answer your question, nobody put me up to this. I decided to take on all of this work because it’s my duty to serve.”

She’d seen Enzo around the palace before, but they’ve never gotten a chance to talk. In fact, Sera has barely spoken with anyone in the few years she’s been at the palace. It was unusual for her to walk with someone to the laundry room, but she was hoping she could get it over with quick. Sera would drop off the towels and change her apron, then bring new towels for Edith’s room.

“The laundry room should have a spare uniform for you.” she stated.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Enzo Capitani

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[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

“You obviously can’t handle it on your own. I’m not saying you’re not strong enough to carry it all, but you can’t see over all those towels in your hands.” He said. “You know, here we learn not to fill our plates with stuff we’re not sure we can eat. Next time, either pick a task you can do or just … carry less and make more trips.” He said, coldly. It wasn’t in Enzo’s nature to help people, but he thought since he would be going to the same place she was, he would at least help her carry half of it, seeing as she ‘overfilled her plate’. “It might be your duty to serve, but nobody is asking of you to take everything on at the same time.” He said.

“Yes I know, that’s why I’m going there. There’ll be a spare apron for you.” He wondered about her. Had he seen her before? Enzo doesn’t recognize her because to him she looks like one of the plentful maids from around the palace. “You worked here long?” He decided to ask her straight away instead of dilly-dallying or beating around the bush or being left wondering.

@idiot.exe - Sera

[idiot.exe]

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Maid of Rosemary Edith Dolloway

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Sera sighed. “I guess you’re right…” she replied. She’d been too caught up in finishing her work, that she never stopped to think whether it would be a smart decision or not. “It’s been a long day since the girls arrived.” she added. If Sera were being honest, she would prefer for the day to end so she could finally rest, but she couldn’t just abandon her work.

Realizing that the guard doesn’t recognize her either, made Sera feel relieved about not remembering who he is. “I’ve been working here for three years.” she replied without hesitation. “What about you?”

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Enzo Capitani

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[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

When the girl sighed he realized maybe he was too harsh on her. She isn’t a soldier, she’s just a girl, so he told her, in a softer but still hard voice “However … It’s common for people to rush what they’re doing if they’re at the end of their rope or if they need to do a lot in a short amount of time.” He responded.
“I know, their arrival was hard on everybody.”

Enzo didn’t want to disclose how long he’s been working there, partially becuase he wasn’t keeping track, but also because he doesn’t care for sharing too personal of statements. “That’s no concern of yours, all you need to know if that I’ve been here since before you came.”

@idiot.exe

[idiot.exe]

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Maid of Rosemary Edith Dolloway

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Sera nodded, listening to Enzo’s advice. He was older than her, so naturally he’d know a lot more than she would. “I guess, I’ve never been good at stopping until my work is finished.” she said. She wasn’t used to sharing how she feels, so this was a bit weird for her. “I know I can rely on other maids too, but…” she paused, knowing she can’t just say “I don’t trust them to do the work as well as me.”

She was a bit disappointed that the guard refused to answer. “I see. I don’t think it was my business to ask, anyway.” she stated, although she wanted to say that would apply to him as well. If Enzo could know how long Sera’s worked there, why couldn’t she? She decided to let that slide, not wanting to start an argument. “We’re almost at the laundry room.” she said instead. Working as a maid, she knew the directions to that room by heart.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Enzo Capitani

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[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

“Same here, I’ve only known work my whole life.” He said and continued listening.
“I understand you completely. When it comes to other guards I don’t trust they’d have a sense of direction withouth somebody telling them what to do.” Enzo said, but regretted it afterwards, he didn’t want her to go reapeating what he said about them to the others, but he relaxed as soon as he remebered she feels the same about her maids and told him so.

“Yes I know.” Enzo answered. To him, holding a conversation was the same as the texbook example where only the facts are presented and that’s it. He never enjoyed talking a great deal because at the end, no matter how much he blabbed and liked it during the conversation, at the end he would always regret everything he said knowing he showed to much of what he’s like. Anybody who thinks they know Enzo would swear he isn’t like anything, becuase he’s that distant to everybody he knows.
As they reached the end of the corridor where a door leading to the laundry room was, Enzo was surprised the girl kept the same pace as him while walking with him, thinking at some point he would have to slow down. Suppose she’s just that good of a worker to walk at the same pace as him. This made him want to open the door to her and say “Ladies first.” He usually doesn’t think of such things in time to do them, so the only times he’s ever opened the door for ladies were if they were royals, or if he remebered in time.

@idiot.exe - Sera

[idiot.exe]

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Maid of Rosemary Edith Dolloway

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Sera was a bit surprised that Enzo could understand her without needing to finish her sentence. Still, she felt relieved to hear that someone else felt the same, as she feared she would sound too harsh. “Ah, well, it’s not that they’d do a bad job without me. That would be arrogant of me to say…” she replied, turning her eyes away. “I’ve just lived by the principle that if you want something done right, you do it yourself.” she added. Sera figured she would stop talking, feeling as if she’s boring him by talking too much about herself.

Just as she was about to hold the door open for the guard, it seemed he beat her to it. This was the first time anyone had done that for her, but then again, she’s never really spoken to anyone for longer than two minutes. She nodded with a smile, thanking him. “You can hand me the towels now.” she extended her free arm. “I appreciate your help this far.” she said, a bit awkward, as she wasn’t used to anyone helping her either. The entire day was full of new experiences. A bit overwhelming for someone who preferred overly predictable situations.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Enzo Capitani

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[KayaWaya]

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“Samira, Pijon mwen.” Samira, My Dove. Her father approached her dressing quarters, hands fastened securely behind his back, His posture and mere presence screamed authority with every step he took inching towards her vanity mirror. His words were sweet, but Samira knew her father all too well, behind those supposed kind words was a speech full of expectation and pre-judgement. “Papa, li bon pou wè ou.” Father, it’s good to see you. “Yes, Today’s the day you will make your family proud.” Her father smiled brightly, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. “You will meet the royal family and compete against the 30 other women standing for a chance to win the young prince’s heart.” Her father highlighted the number of women she’d be in competition with like it was a plaque on the wall, itching to get pulled down.

"I have high expectations for you Samira, You are the last of your sisters to get married. The last to bring more prosperity to the Baptiste lineage, and the last one to prove your worth in this family. She nearly rolled her eyes, Oh please. The “last” one to prove her worth as if she hadn’t been breaking her back for this family since the tender age of 8. “Yes, Papa.” Samira noted, her reaction almost robotic over the years of sly words and under meaning tones her father snared her with, She questioned if he just mistreated her for looking the most like her mother out of her siblings. Snapping a diamond-encrusted earring into her empty ear she stood, Revealing a black off-the-shoulder dress with beautiful gold increments, bracelets and necklaces draped off her collarbone.

“Wonderful!” Her father piqued up, if he did anything positive for her, it would be that he kept her in the latest of Sonage fashion. Even the items that hadn’t been released would be in her hand long before the public even heard about it. “You will surely swoop the prince off of his feet.” Her father chuckled, “Maids!” He swiftly clapped his hands as a few maids ran into the quarters, Putting on last minute touches, Spritzing hairspray on her curls and fixing the smudge on her lipstick. In a weird sense she was happy to be free from her Father’s outrageous demands for awhile, She’d been preparing so much that she’d hardly had the time to even ponder the situation for what it was. Winning this competition was more than just a task for her, It was a duty if she didn’t win she’d disappoint her family and bring shame to their name. She was already 19, Closing in to 20 without even as much as an engagement ring did not sit well with her Father.

“Ready the car, I expect everyone to see to it that Samira has perfected her harp lessons, Then have her brush up on her manners.” Her father barked out orders to the maids as Samira sighed, “Papa, Must I do all of these unnecessary tasks before I arrive?” Samira argued, “Unnecessary!?” Her father spun on his heel to face his daughter, “You must be a behaved wife, A mother my grandchildren can count on. Correct?” Her father stated sternly. “But Papa.” She stammered, “Enough.” Her father raised his hand to silence Samira, She folded her arms and brushed past him, hurrying to the car. “Hopefully I get the opportunity to run off like my mother did, maybe then I wouldn’t have to live up to his expectations for a day.” Samira huffed. Plopping down on-to the soft cushion the vehicle provided. “Here’s to new challenges, new trials, and new headaches.” Samira murmured under her breath.

After a decent ride, They arrived at the palace, Samira thought her home was big. But no, oh no. The palace was huge bold in decoration, bright in color, and astonishing in pattern. Stepping out of the vehicle, She turned to her Father. “Well. It’s time, Papa.” Samira brushed a curl behind her shoulder, “Make us proud, Mira. Make me proud.” Her father noted, “Epi pa fè sa, tounen vid.” And don’t, come back empty handed. He stated sternly swiftly strutting back to the vehicle, not a single hug or I love you was released from his lips, only the same hardened heart he presented to his youngest child every time. But now was not the time to let her father get the best of her, Samira handed the palace maid her belongings and waltz into the entrance, she was hit with a slight smell of wood, burning incents and a variety of perfume from the other girls who’d previously arrived. “Interesting.” Samira raised an eyebrow to the state of the palace, Intrigued by the scenery.

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APPROACHABLE. Also, Samira and her family are Haitian so if you see her speaking in Haiti, I’ll provide the English translation to go along with it.

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Enzo stopped her sentence in the middle and said “It’s not arrogant if it’s true. And since it’s been one minute of me knowing you I can already tell you’re hardworking, I dare say it’s probably true.” Then he allowed her to finish her sentence. And when she finished her sentence he chuckled and said “You just described my parents. When you said, I’ve lived by the principle, I could imagine my dad and my grandfather telling me never to trust anybody else with something I want done in a specific way. So that’s the same principle I adopted.” He was happy to meet another person so like him.

He put the towels on the top of the washer despite what she told him, mostly because he was too busy watching her hands wrapped around the bottom towel to heard her suggesting he give her the towels. He then opened the washer and put some of the coffee stained towels in there. He opened the wardrobe for some new pants, but he was surprised to find none in there. He turned around to face her a bit ashamed of what he’s about to ask, in front of such a young girl, so he made it subtle withouth having to say fully what it is “Do you mind if I?”

@idiot.exe