Eyes on the Crown

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    Boquis[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]female ★ age 17★ caste 3[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px;]The feminine surveyed the crowd of the other Selected girls with watchful eyes. She was all sorts of bold beauties who the Prince had chosen to win his heart but surprisingly many of them were from lower castes unlike her, she was from one of the higher families. She had long ago quenched the butterflies in her stomach as the other girls tittered nervously waiting for the Prince to enter so that they could swoon over him. Arabelle knew better than that, she was better than that. She would meet the Prince with a calm demeanor and sweet smile, just like she was taught. As for matters of the heart those were completely out her control but she planned to keep her emotions in check unlike some of the other girls who were flushed a deep crimson. She sighed softly pausing to brush a golden ringlet from her face.



    She had chosen her dress carefully for this occasion because first impression were everything. The dress she had chosen was a deep emerald that complimented her delicate complexion and brought out the varying shades of green in her eyes. She had gone for a more modest approach with her dress rather than some of other girls who boasted plunging necklaces and racy slits. Her dark eyes scanned the surrounding area eager for a glimpse of the Prince who would be entering the area any minute now. She straightened up as she heard a trumpet being blown, the Prince had arrived. Finally, this was the exact moment she had prepared for. [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]

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    Getting Selected was a dream come true, a chance to leave her laborious life behind and become a whole new person. It felt good to finally breath fresh, clean air instead of the polluted smog back in her hometown. She was fairly certain everyone had heard of her hometown and not in a good way. With its high crime rate, sickly population, and polluted water it was certainly not a good destination to visit. Yet Italia was determined to put that all past her so that she would not have to feel the mournful pity that people offered. She rubbed her temples once more to prevent another one of her frequent headaches as she waited patiently for the Prince to descend down the glittering marble staircase. Her dress was simpler than most, unlike others it was not from a well-known designer but from the loving hands of her mother who had spent nearly a half month's wages on the beautiful peacock blue. She was just hoping to survive the first day because the first eliminations were always the worst with girls dropping like flies. She hardly knew how she could compete with all these stunning girl's clamoring for one man's attention. [/fancypost]


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    IC
    Her brilliant blue eyes looked over the other girls in boredom. Victoria merely rolled her eyes as some giggled nervously as they heard the trumpets roar. Everyone else corrected their posture as the doors opened, but not the girl from 3. She had nothing to prove to some spoiled brat. In fact, she was wasting her time in this stupid selection. The only reason she was here because of her mother.


    Please, Victoria you're seventeen with no husband or even boyfriend! You can't just keep solving random deaths of people and read books.


    MURDERS mother. They're the only thing that challenges me these days. Would you rather have me shooting the wall in boredom again?


    Victoria recalled her last words with her mother, Wanda Holmes, that day. Her father was completely fine with what she was doing with her life; she was already a graduated chemist, biologist, and a few other things. Heck, she could be a rocket scientist if she wanted to be, but chose detective work instead. It was much more interesting to her, and always gave her brain a challenge.


    Eventually Tori stood up with the rest of the girls, and straightened her dress to look presentable. She merely wanted to wear a simple black dress, but of course her mom just HAD to buy her a designers dress that flattered her perfect hourglass figure. Bloody hell it was itchy too. Though she didn't mind her hair in the messy long braid that complimented her dark blue eyes. Soon the Prince finally entered, looking sharp dressed with a pearly white smile.
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    IC
    People buzzed around Charles as everyone was getting ready for the big first day of the Selection. He sat criss-cross-apple-sauce on the polished marble floor with his puppy mix Arthur. The rambunctious mixed breed tried to wiggle out of his master's arms to run around greeting eve rut single person who came his way." Settle down there Arthur... oh if only I could take you in with to see all the new girls. Blimey, you would be a huge comfort." The Prince said to his best friend, rubbing his fluffy ears and gave him a kiss on the head as Arthur have him a big kiss across his face. Smiling, he rubbed off the slobber and saw his cue." Oh, cracker jackers it's time already?!" Charles mumbled to himself, and was greeted by his nanny/maid when he arrived at the closed doors.


    "Nervous?" The middle aged lady asked as she straightened the 18 year old's tie."Hardly. Just meeting 35 girls who want to get me in bed." He replied sarcastically with a smirk as the maid shook her head; he could still see a smile on her face as well. Standing back, the maid observed the young man." Now, remember what I taught you. Be kind, sweet, and above all else, a gentleman."


    Charles smiled and nodded at her words, and tears started to fill Iris's eyes. The maid had raised Charles since he was a newborn, and the Prince had always considered her his true mother over his biological mother. She wiped a proud tear away with her handkerchief, and gave him an encouraging nod as his father and mother came. Giving him a few pats on the back and tips, the rulers quickly got out of the way as the big golden doors opened.


    Charles quickly glanced back to if his brother was here, but to his disappointment was not. Putting on his charming smile, he was walked down the staircase to the room full of ladies." Hello ladies and welcome!" He greeted." As I'm sure you all know, my name is Prince Charles. now, if you would all please form a line so I may greet you all individually and learn all of your lovely names"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    Boquis[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]female ★ age 17★ caste 3[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px;]Arabelle heard the exited whispers quite as the Prince became to speak telling them to line up so that he could meet them. Showtime she thought to herself as she stepped forward to line up with the other girls. She smoothed her dress carefully one last time hoping that she looked impeccable. First impressions were everything. She wondered if the Prince had already choose favorites just from what he had seen on their profiles, she couldn't tell because his face remained in a brilliant smile that melted the hearts of all the women around her. She wondered whether he would choose any of them to meet in private or even go on a date right away. One could never be so sure. [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]

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    IC
    Victoria followed the other girls in line to meet the Prince. Bored with no gun to shoot the wall with, or a murder to solve, the brunette started to deduce the other contestants. First, her eyes fell on a girl who's face was as pale as a cloud. Judging by her plainer dress, she was in a lower caste plus she could tell it had been hand made by a woman of course over the course of time, judging by the stitching in the dress. The girl seemed not as well fed as the others, which means she is in Caste 6 or 7. The girl from caste 3 guessed closer to 7 simply because she knew she was right. The girl also had to be in the older teens, and looked like she was a bit nervous to meet the Prince.


    Thoughts like these ran through these the teen's head as she slowly took one step a minute, getting her closer to meet the Prince. Bleh. If anything she would love to embarrass or insult him for her pleasure, but she did feel like keeping her head. Her brain was too brilliant to die. She thought so anyways.
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    IC
    Charles kept his charming smile on for each of the girl's he greeted,and was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by all the girls in one room. How was he to pick out of so many? How was he supposed to know who to eliminate? Not that he minded all the attention he was getting from these girls. Some he noticed were overdressed in his opinion, while others kept it simple, and the rest were in betweeners. Though he seemed quite confident, the male wished solely that his brother was here with him. He hated to be alone; not that he was, but he liked familiarity.


    Soon he came to a blonde with dark eyes. She seemed nice,and was in a lovely dress." My name is Charles Schreave, and you must be-?" The brunette started the greeting as usual, but on others he was interrupted by a girl or she simply didn't reply from being so nervous. He hoped there wasn't more like that.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][align=center][size=5pt][b]TEMPLATE © BOKEH[/size]

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    kit exactly sure where to jump in at or the plot for sure


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    i thought that was on the other thread...


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    Boquis[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]female ★ age 17★ caste 3[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px;]Arabelle smiled a the Prince stepped in front of her to greet her. "My name is Arabelle. Pleased to meet your highness," she said the confidence nearly edging into her voice. She glanced at him as he walked past continuing on to the other girls who were patiently standing in line, well some not so patiently. How could anyone on earth make a good first impression if it was just the standard "Hi, what's your name?" sort of spiel. Hopefully there would be more in-depth conversations at dinner, half of them would be eliminated if the Prince only based things on how thye each said their name. She brushed a strand of her golden hair behind her ear as she tried to wait patiently. [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]

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    So I'm quit confused on the plotting here. Since there's three girls and two males....I thought we were all gonna one male and one female?
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    okay lol I got confused I shall post!


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