forum Selection RP {OPEN FOR PRINCE ONLY}

Started April 29, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

"And I'm Flare," she responded.

"Where are you from?" Lia asked. "I'm from Sonage."

"Paloma."

(Sorry this is really long, just making up for all that I missed - btw (1) the Southern Rebels are the violent ones, (2) idk about the jet situation, so she is just going to get on, and (3) Louane is just a fill-in character.)

Corinthia shuffled her papers, making sure that everything was in its place. She had changed into a nice pair of black dress pants and a simple white blouse. She's put on red lipstick, the only makeup that she wore, that matched the shade of the rose in her hair. She touched it delicately, afraid that her poisonous touch would soil its perfect beauty. She took in a deep breath. She would remember what this room, this house, this province smelled like when she was in the palace. All too soon, the moment ended.
"Lady Corinthia? Are you ready?" Her escort asked from the hall.
Corinthia exhaled. "Yes," she replied steadily, gripping the handle of her suitcase tightly. She was about to compete in the Selection! She walked down the stairs and hugged her mother and father goodbye. "I'll miss you," Corinthia could feel her eyes tearing up, and she blinked quickly.
"We'll miss you too. Now, go! You don't want to be late on your first day!" Her father teased.
"You'll do us proud. We know you will." Her mother reassured her. She dabbed her eyes quickly and waved, along with her father. Mirabelle was her final obstacle. She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips and a sour expression on her face. Corinthia panicked. Was Mirabelle mad at her for leaving? Just then, her sister's face burst into a huge smile, and she flung herself at her sister, nearly knocking her over. Both girls jittered with laughter.
"Promise that you'll write to us!" Mirabelle whispered in her ear.
"I promise," Corinthia whispered back. She let go of Mirabelle and waved goodbye to her family once more. She wasn't sure how long it would be until she saw them again.
AT THE PLATFORM
"Lady Corinthia," her escort gestured for her to get out of the car, and Corinthia was met with a healthy mix of cheers, scowls, and whistles. Corinthia did her best to smile and wave the entire time, knowing that the cameras were catching her every move. She climbed aboard the jet (idk) and was surprised to see all of the other girls waiting for her.
"Am… Am I late?" She asked, suddenly nervous about… everything!
A girl with wild red hair touched her shoulder, smiling. "No sweat! I'm Louane, by the way. From Kent."
"Corinthia," Corinthia said automatically, extending her hand to shake, "Waverly."
"Yeah, I know. You're already a crowd favorite!"
"I am?"
"Yeah, come on," Louane sat down and patted the seat beside her, "no one is sitting here."

Zoe looked around the jet. Just act normal. She reminded herself and took a death breath. She hoped the girls didn't mind a little camo as she sat down. "Hey, I'm Zoe." She greeted with a thick british accent.

Corinthia waved at the newcomer Zoe, standing up to greet her. She put her bag on the seat beside Louane so no one would sit there in her absence, and paced over to Zoe, extending her arm as she walked. "Corinthia. Waverly."

"Nice to meet you." She greeted back and shook her hand. "So where y'all from stranger?" She asked as she sat down in a seat.

"Waverly," Corinthia politely repeated. "What about you?"

Willow awkwardly shuffled down the aisle towards a seat, she sat down next to a girl.
"Hi, I'm Willow." She held up her hand shyly.