forum The Selection RP

Started March 11, 2018 by @wake-read-eat-sleep

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//we can just start as elites if no one else joins

Yeah that's probably best

Even though I'm already an Elite, I still can't remember the girls' names. Except Emberly. She was slightly competetive, for me, at least. I walked over to the Women's Room, where Silvia had asked us to wait until we were prepared. Guests from around the world were coming, and the Illean family wanted us to "impress" them. As if I cared. All I wanted to do here was stay around, making sure the job of Future Queen didn't fall into the wrong hands. Otherwise, you could just say I'm stealing food.

Sam came out of their room, using the Women's Room to sneak away. They shuddered. Yeah, dresses were great, but too much, and Sam would feel smothered.

Of course, Emberly was already there. “Leora,” she said, dipping her head.

Looking at Emberly in her fancy dress, Sam was slightly abashed at their black shorts and white top, but masked it with a smirk. "Wow. Looks like someone's trying too hard,"

Brianna, her deep blue dress swishing around her knees, hesitantly walked up to the gathered group. “Hi, Sam, Emberly, Leora. I’m Brianna, if you don’t remember.”

(lol it feels so weird to rp as Maxon)

Maxon paced around his bedroom, yet his eyes never left the side of his wall with all the pictures he had taken over the course of the Selection. Most of them were taken secretly, like the one with one of the girls running through the gardens. That girl was gone now, Maxon found her too wild. He thought of the remaining girls, listing their positive qualities and how the public thought of them. Nothing, he felt, was true, however. All the dates he had made seemed too forced, and a few of the girls seemed to be trying too hard. For once, he wanted to have something with someone. But with the Selection, that might not even be an option.

Maybe, he wondered, now that there were less girls, he would get to know them better. But then again, maybe they would just get even more competitive.

Eve wandered the halls, not feeling like going to the Women's room just yet. Despite the fact that there was hardly anyone in that room now that the Selection was down to the Elite, Eve didn't feel comfortable there. She just wanted to go home but she knew she couldn't, her family needed the money and she couldn't let them down. Her brilliant green gown swished around her feet as she walked, shimmering in the sunlight from the windows. She was soon snapped out of her daze when she ran head first into someone coming around the corner.

Rae stumbled back as she was knocked into. She tripped on the deep purple skirts of her dress and fell. She looked up to see Eve's startled face staring down at her.

Looking at Emberly in her fancy dress, Sam was slightly abashed at their black shorts and white top, but masked it with a smirk. "Wow. Looks like someone's trying too hard,"

“I’m sure even a pair of dressier pants would be ‘trying too hard’ by your standards, if thats what you’re wearing.”

Sam waved a hand dismissively. "Quoth the gilder of the lily," she said. "If Prince Maxon's shallow enough to only judge me by my outward appearance, than I'd be pleased to be going home,"

“It’s not like he has much else to go off of,” she waved a hand dismissively.

Sam looked at Emberly scathingly. "Hey, I'd rather be plain than a two-faced bitch like you," (Sam is kind of hot headed and jumps to conclusion a lot.)

Rae stumbled back as she was knocked into. She tripped on the deep purple skirts of her dress and fell. She looked up to see Eve's startled face staring down at her.

Eve looked down at the girl she'd bumped into, "I'm soo sorry. Are you okay?" She asked, worried that she may have hurt Rae. She held out her hand to help her up off the floor. "I'm really, really sorry."

Rae laughed lightly and took Eve's hand. She stood up and dusted herself off. "No worries. Where are you headed?"