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Champion
human
25 years old
traveler
played by chiaroscuro
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Post by valentino cervantes on Jan 2, 2015 0:41:50 GMT
A large chandelier glittered overhead, the centerpiece of the evening. It was a gift from one overly wealthy business to another, and the two had decided to throw a party to congratulate themselves. Or at least, that was what Cervantes had gathered over the course of the evening. In truth, he didn’t particularly care, but his mother had demanded that he show his face, and the caterer was one of his favorites. Thus bringing Cervantes to the present, where he circled the tables of food, eyes predatory. According to his calculations, a new platter of lobster rolls would arrive in roughly ten minutes. Once it arrived, Cervantes would have to dodge not only the crowd of women gossiping next to the food, but also that one guy who kept trying to talk to him and some of his mother’s friends, who were always trawling for gifts, apparently. He slowed his pace to a leisurely walk, such that it would take exactly ten minutes for him to round this table. Intent on his target, Cervantes wasn’t paying much attention to the rest of the gala. Thus, he missed the sudden lull as all of the guests fell silent and a large man stepped onto the stage, clearing his throat pointedly as Cervantes awkwardly tripped to a stop, then actually tripped. In lieu of standing up and becoming even more embarrassed, Cervantes chose the only course of action left: he rolled his way under the table, hoping that no one had noticed. notes: i rly want lobster rolls tagged: SOPHIA ROSENBURG
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Jan 4, 2015 5:35:39 GMT
There's not a lot of work that she can do for her father in his field. She has about twenty years on him, but nobody trusts a young face like that to be conducting any business of lasting importance.
That is fine. Sophia does not want to be doing her father's reputation more harm than good, regardless of how much more capable she has become. She is content to be their glittering representative to whatever event is necessary. She had kissed both of her parents on the cheek before she had left - what did one more lie matter after what she had put them through after all these years?
Sophia arrived at the soiree with a solid clack onto the smooth marble floor. She moves amongst the crowd with a practiced grace and listens to the bits of whatever intrigue that she can gather. A sickly son, a fortunate match between two fueding families. A successful business venture along the Rouesse River. A lost caravan out west. She pieces what she can and leaves the mysteries for her father's judgement.
She doesn't miss the suspicious man making his rounds either. Something feels really off about him, and she's not entrenched enough in the social atmosphere to miss it. Sophia halts in her step and takes a glass of wine from a passing server when the announcer is about to declare his toast, but the man doesn't. She watches incredulously as he rolls under the table. Some of the other guests fall silent with her for a completely different reason.
The host makes his toast, and Sophia raises her glass with the rest of the hall. | valentino cervantes |
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