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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)
((Oh, it wasn't that bad. :)
And Arian'll end up being slightly evil, by the way...))
//Arian//
Arian choked. "Braelyn? Her name's *Braelyn*?"
Queen Frintya made a soothing gesture. "It's pretty, no?"
Arian rolled his eyes. "No one has normal names around here! I feel like I'm living in a cotemporary fantasy book!"
Queen Frintya blinked, and then decided to ignore her son. "Point being, darling, you'll be meeting her for the first time this afternoon."
Arian put on an expression of mock elation. "Joy."
He began plotting what best to make of this situation.
((and you thought yours was bad... XP))
(October 2, 2009 - 3:08 pm)
Kofee would it be possible to make this a round robin? I think it would be funner(?) as one
(October 2, 2009 - 3:33 pm)
Um.....*agonizes* I would, but I really want to see what everyone does with the different characters :D *smiles hopefully* I figured that since it's in a kingdom, there would be a lot of characters to choose from...
@Mary W.: Of course Arian is evil. I wouldn't have it any other way *smiles evilly*
(October 2, 2009 - 6:00 pm)
"No, that's ugly as well," Braelyn dismissed the fifth gown with a wave of her hand. It wasn't that she actually cared about what Arian thought of her, she just didn't want to give the impression that she was meek and poor.
Bell patiently held up another one. Braelyn studied it, tilting her head to one side in what could be interpreted as a thoughtful look. In all truth, she was stealing glances at herself in the mirror behind Bell, wishing that she was the sort of stunningly pretty girl that would have hoards of princes knocking down her door and wishing to be betrothed to her. But now she was stuck with this 'Arian'. She felt embarrassment burn in her cheeks at the thought of having to bribe Bridleton, the neighboring kingdom, into marrying their prince off to her.
Bell mistook her rosy cheeks, muttering briskly, "Yes, this one is a tad bit low, isn't it. I don't think a girl as young as you should be wearing it."
Anger rose up inside of Braelyn, hot and fast. She grabbed the beaded dress and flung it on her bed, struggling with the buttons on her day dress, and getting her fingers tangled in her shift.
"Yes, I shall wear that one," she said sternly, freeing herself and pulling the silken blue dress over her head. "I need to look older. Arian is supposed to be seventeen. And I'm going to be sixteen on the morrow. He won't want a child ruling by his side."
Bell helped her lace the strings of the dress up her back, giving in to Braelyn's tantrum. She turned towards the mirror, expecting to see a grown up beauty, with green eyes that glimmered in the low light that came through the window, and raven hair that flowed like the silk on her dress. Instead she saw a little girl playing dress up, with wide, juvenile eyes, and a face too freckled to be a queen's. She bade goodnight to Bell, sending her away, and sat down on her bed to cry.
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Someone else? Anyone?
(October 3, 2009 - 1:25 pm)
Ok. I just thought..
Anyway!
Bell couldn't understand why her young charge was so set on marrying a prince who she didn't even know about. It was foolhardy. But then, that was the way that Princess Braeylen worked. She was the most uncontrolable, willfull child that had ever graced the country of Vanderlough. Braelyn refused to do anything the way that generations of other princesses had done things. And she had become evn worse since her mother had died. Bell felt a pang of sadness. The queen had been so caring and kind, everyone had loved her. She had really been the one who had held the country together. King Braum wasn't much of a negotiator, he preffered to fight things out instead.But Braelyn was a different kettle of fish. And it was Bell's job to make sure that this flighty little princess settled down into a ruler that would keep this country going prince, or no prince.
Is that ok?
(October 3, 2009 - 3:06 pm)
((I'm probably joining, but I need to think of a character first. I'll be back when I do. One question: what is a Song, and how do you find it? 'Cause I'm curious now.))
(October 3, 2009 - 5:05 pm)
Jaraine grinned as she stepped back onto land. After four months aboard her father's ship, helping with the passengers, she had had her share of seasickness, though it was only for a couple of days. Sixteen-year old beauty sailorgirl Jara couldn't be supressed for long. And now that she was back in her homeland, she could shock all of the ladies by wearing sailor gear and running amok like a boy in general. Jaraine Millar was a girl of the trade. To name the trade, trading. She smirked as she thought of all the poor men who she would inevitably bargain into paying at least twice as much as necessary for her father's goods. As odd as it was for the times, Jara's father was training her to become a merchant.
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((Jara is neither good nor bad. She's a mercenary type. Ya know, side with the money.))
(October 3, 2009 - 6:26 pm)
Sekree walked down the small, dimly lit street, her purple eyes glancing every which way. The poor part of the city was so poor! She was poor, too. Many would stare at her well-made black clothes and think she was rich. She wasn't. She used to be rich and powerful. But then...Well...she was banished. And now she had to lie low. Everyone in that faraway kingdom had probably forgotten her now.Being banished for having her purple eyes...
(October 4, 2009 - 10:13 am)
((Haha, I like Jara. ;D))
//Arian//
Arian was not, of course "some dolt who hasn't even found his Song yet." Intelligence-wise he was more than well-off, and in the area of having found a Song... Arian smirked. He was covered there.
He moved swiftly through the forest. There was an hour, and then he had to be back at the palace to prepare to go and meet Brooke. No, it wasn't Brooke, it was... Bailey? Huh. He had no idea.
Upon coming to the Tree of Mirthless Joy (he liked that name a lot), he swept away branches, tapped a knobbly part of the trunk, and the hidden door slid open. He slipped in, being sure to pull the hatch closed behind him.
It took only a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness- they got better every time he visited his master. He was greeted with the familiar sight of Jarvis the manservant, who intoned in a flat, emotionless voice, the usual words that somehow- despite their monotone- always made fires of excitement lick at his insides. "His Most Esteemed Honour Fahren, Lord of Mirthless Joy, will see you now, Prince Arian of Bridlemore."
He walked through another door to give his daily report on his father's affairs, secret plans, and intentions. Treason was fun.
(October 4, 2009 - 11:54 am)
((I'm glad you like Jara. She's pretty cool, ya? I'll post her profile here:
NAME: Jaraine Millar
AGE: Sixteen
OCCUPATION: Her father, Captain Millar, is training her to become a merchant of the seas like him.
PERSONALITY: Doesn't really care about right or wrong, she sides with the people who pay her to fight for them, and for as long as they pay her to side with them- or so it seems. She won't side with people such as kidnappers.
LOOKS: Very long dark brown hair, which is usually in a loose ponytail or braid or bun, or just hanging loose around her face, tanned skin, deep brown eyes, and is rather tall.
CLOTHING: Sometimes wears the silken dresses her father buys her, but prefers a sailor's canvas trousers and shirt. If wearing dress, then high-heeled shoes, if not, then barefooted.))
Jara grinned as she walked into her aunt's house, letting the door bang shut behind her. Immediately her aunt Bell appeared, fretting. "Dear, don't be so unladylike!" she scolded Jara.
As usual, her scolding went unnoticed. "Hello, Aunty Bell! I hear your lovely princess is getting married? A pity. You won't have anyone to fret over anymore." Jara smirked.
Bell gasped. "You've heard? But you just got into town!" she exclaimed.
"But when you're in the trade, you need to know." Jara said, simply.
Bell glared. "I don't approve of your father teaching you that nasty business. You should be staying on land, learning manners and how to be delicate."
Jara just laughed. "Aunty dear, your mistake was ever approving of him courting your sister."
"What?"
"My father tells me it was your encouragement that helped him gather the courage to propose, dear." Jara's smirk grew larger.
Then Bell gathered herself up once more. "That is it. I will arrange with your father for you to stay with me, so that I can teach you proper manners," she said sternly.
Jara's smirk lessened slightly, but she said derisively, "Father would never agree. I know he wouldn't."
Then her father walked in. "Hello, Bell, my dear, how are you?" he said cheerfully.
Bell turned to him. "This girl of yours is going to stay with me, IN THIS HOUSE, until she learns her manners and ladylikeness," she nearly screeched at him.
He smiled. "Very well," he agreed.
Jara's smirk dissapeared. "No. I will not stay in the same house as this woman. She will likely volunteer me as a 'playmate' for that princess whatshername!" she screamed at Captain Millar.
He smiled. "I'm sure you will find the princess to be a good friend, Jaraine," he said to her, then turned towards the door. "Jaraine, I'll get your stuff to you by tomorrow. I will be leaving next week, but I'll be busy, so don't expect to see me from now. Now be a good girl!" he said over his shoulder, then was gone.
((Is this ok, whomever-is-rping-Bell?))
(October 4, 2009 - 7:22 pm)
((Thank you Jenni!!! I've been waiting for an oppertunity to make Braelyn's true personality come out. She's not really a snobby brat like she's made out to be at first, she's just been raised like that :D I'm thinking that Braelyn and Jaraine could be good friends, you know? And Braelyn could help Jara become a bit more ladylike, and Jara could help Braelyn get out of her spoiled brat identity, and help her with Arian!! If that's okay with you, I mean...*looks hopeful* So, what do you think, Jenni? Or, they could always hate each other and become sworn enemies....))
(October 4, 2009 - 10:22 pm)
:D I like all your characters.
@ whoever asked (*forgets name*): A Song is something that everyone is born with. Everyone is able to play some sort of instrument, or sing really well, and their song comes out through that. Sometimes people are very old when they find their song. Sometimes they are merely babies. So, yeah, it's considered impressive to find your song young, and Princess Braelyn did....thus making her a bit stuck-up about it.
@ person playing Bell: Um, she doesn't actually want to marry Arian, but there's that arranged marrige thing for princesses, you know? Sorry if I didn't make that clear :D
@ everyone: I'm thinking of using this story for my nano. I will change the actual characters as well as the plot a bit, but I was wondering if you guys would have a problem with me using your characters' names, as long as I don't use them? It's okay if you don't want me to :D
(October 4, 2009 - 3:05 pm)
((Ooh, now I /love/ Jara. :D
@ Koffee: Totally fine with me if you use it for your nano. :) I'm getting really excited, now, just twenty-seven days... I got Kathy to sign up, too... *squee*!))
//Arian//
The meeting, as usual, had gone well, and Arian left with his usual glow of accomplishment.
Now it was time to meet the Princess.
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Arian stared in distaste at the girl sitting across from him at the polished table of her father's palace. She was wearing a sort of eternal scowl on her face, which was, well, homely. As he examined her, she actually /snarled/ at him.
"Won't this be fun," he murmured, only loud enough for her to hear, and she replied with a rather wicked looking glare. In return he smirked. Fun, fun inded.
((someone else can have fun with this lil' first meeting ;D ))
(October 5, 2009 - 3:25 pm)
Braelyn was humiliated. She sat across from her future husband, watching him look down his nose at her, and her temper flared to it's fullest. Her jaw tightened resentfully, but she quickly pulled herself together. A princess should not behave like this. She hesitantly tried a smile, one she'd practiced in front of the mirror enough to do it without looking. She peered up at him through thick, dark lashes and smiled in what she hoped was a sweet demeanor. He took no notice. Desprately, she tried to start up a conversation.....
((I'll let you continue from here, Mary Liz :D))
((@ Phoenix: No, I actually quite like the fact that you made her mother die. Better excuse for her acting like a stuck-up brat :D))
(October 5, 2009 - 9:24 pm)
(You can use Sekree. Just give credit! And tell us the story. Please?)
Sekree stared at the castle. It was tiny compared to her old home. Her purple eyes gazed upwards and she heard a voice. She looked down and saw a small girl sitting on the ground.
"Who are youw?" the girl said softly. "Why yow have purplew eyes?"
Sekree screeched and leaped back. Purple eyes were not allowed here. Having them was punishable by...death.
Her family did not kill her, but they exiled her. But exile was worse. So much worse...
(October 5, 2009 - 7:44 pm)