♚ House of Delacroix - A Historical RP

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Arroz con Pollo said:
The Queen's space is open, if anyone's interested. I'll start the role play itself tomorrow. ))
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(Explain yourself…You have altogether four RPers; you stated the above; And you have not started this RP.)

(Plus a little action on this thread is likely going to get more to join.)

(Are you still reading this? You are not still reading this, right? You're starting the RP, right?)

(RIGHT!?!)
 
Okay, here we go )):

It was hours after midnight and Charles was still up in front of his desk, his hair draped down over his shoulders and cravat loosened, a glazed, over-worked expression glinting in his eyes as he finally set down his quill. He stood, wiping the sweat from his brow, and reached for his coat. As carefully as he could, without allowing the ink to drip, he tucked the letter into his coat and tip-toed through the château, arranging his hat on his head before disappearing through the entryway and into the dark.

It wasn't until sunset when Charles returned. He rushed back up to his chambers, rolled his coat up into his armoire, pulled his hair back, and rushed back downstairs to the dining room where the rest of the court was waiting for him.
 
Marion frowned at her stepmother as she was made to stand for yet another fitting for a ball gown. She would much rather be out riding her mare than here wearing the stuffy if expensive gown. As soon as she was able she got back into her regular clothes, not much better in her opinion with the wide hoops that kept it flared out, and got back in the carriage to ride back to their townhouse. She listened to her stepmother give yet another lecture on how she should be grateful for her father spending so much to give her her season in the city to find a husband for her. There was no time for her to do anything, including sending her letter out as she had to get ready now to attend the supper at the court
 
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StarrNico said:
Marion frowned at her stepmother as she was made to stand for yet another fitting for a ball gown. She would much rather be out riding her mare than here wearing the stuffy if expensive gown. As soon as she was able she got back into her regular clothes, not much better in her opinion with the wide hoops that kept it flared out, and got back in the carriage to ride back to their townhouse. She listened to her stepmother give yet another lecture on how she should be grateful for her father spending so much to give her her season in the city to find a husband for her. There was no time for her to do anything, including sending her letter out as she had to get ready now to attend the supper ball (at the court?)
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( They're just chillin' and having dinner in the dining room, nothing extravagant. )
 
Arroz con Pollo said:
Okay, here we go )):

It was hours after midnight and Charles was still up in front of his desk, his hair draped down over his shoulders and cravat loosened, a glazed, over-worked expression glinting in his eyes as he finally set down his quill. He stood, wiping the sweat from his brow, and reached for his coat. As carefully as he could, without allowing the ink to drip, he tucked the letter into his coat and tip-toed through the [COLOR=252525]château, arranging his hat on his head before disappearing through the entryway and into the dark.[/COLOR]

It wasn't until sunset when Charles returned. He rushed back up to his chambers, rolled his coat up into his armoire, pulled his hair back, and rushed back downstairs to the dining room where the rest of the court was waiting for him.
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Emmett rose from his seet as Charles entered, smiling, he bowed his head slightly. He wore deep blue, embroidered in silver, with his powdered and tied back, overall, vary well made up. Though Emmett was a loyalist, he did his best to stay neutral in conversation, that way he'd know more about both sides. But it was hard, when his views where so set in stone.
 
LoveThatChick said:
Quote: Charles glanced over at Emmett, flashing a small grin. The table had been rather empty, with only a few seats occupied, and Phillipe himself nowhere to be seen. The prince scanned the area over with his eyes for any sign of the rest of the court, simply shrugging their absence off and assuming they had already had dinner. "Good evening, Emmett," he said, as he took his seat across from him. "It's very... quiet."
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