eclecticwitch

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

Also, only if it's okay with everyone else. I would need their full support.

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

Eeeeeh! I take control? I'm not good at thinking of plots. I am just good at characters. Oh geeze. Okay. Give me some time to think on things and pick through what the GM has done to see if I can interpret but I don't promise anything great at first. I also have to look at your bios thoroughly again to add story lines to help you shine. If anyone else feels they will do a great job, by all means!!!

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

yuk

what should we do? The fact we are in their home is a huge thing!

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

I sincerely hope not!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

I am a weapon of massive consumption and it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function.

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“Oh, I’ve been just grand! Actually, I’m pretty darn spiffy!! I’ve made a new friend this week. Wait, I told you about her. Victoire Bailey. Yeah, she and I started hanging out and stuff.”

She laughed lightly and took a sip of her beverage. Victoire huh? "I'm so fucking excited for you!" She couldn't say she expected it and she could imagine the way Stella basically put a handcuff on each of their wrists and claimed friendship. Not in a creepy way though. In the cute and adorable way, her little friend could only make it. Aaaah~ She hoped Victoire treated Stella nicely or Penny was ready to fuck up her face.

“Oh. I think this is Lucas. I’m not sure about his last name, though. Starts with an A, I think.”

"Almost got it, my beautiful star. Lucas Anderson, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Penny winked and smiled charmingly when the boy gave his full name. "And an absolute delight to meet you."

"How about you, Penny-Love?"

Her attention came back to Stella. "Oh, it's been a fucking amazing week Stella. I spent it with my fabulous banker man. He's a fair bit older and a tad on the chubby side. But sometimes it's nice to cuddle up to something soft and warm rather than all those lean muscles." She sighed and her eyes went out of focus for a second as she remembered the way her banker friend had doted on her heart and body. And pocketbook. "Anyway, I should probably fuck off. You two enjoy your swim~" She gave them a small wave as she stood from her seat. "If he treats you meanly or you don't like it just call out for me Stelly. I'll kick his cock and balls into his throat." Brushing long, curled hair back over her shoulder. "No offense, Lucas-darling but you know how boys can be and I am quite fucking protective of my darling Stella. Be nice to me and mine and I'll be extra nice to you," she said in a scintillating purr that conveyed some of the favors she was willing to do.

With that she walked away, sipping her drink and looking out for her next companion. It simply wouldn't do to be alone at a party such as this. She paused to watch the tiny latina girl, Marisol, punch out some dude. Well done! She tucked her drink close to her body as she clapped. Guy probably deserved it and there was nothing like watching a small, gorgeous girl kick ass. People rushed to the loser and she quickly lost interest. A little further around she wandered, finished her drink and set it aside on some free table that was already covered in trash.

She turned and spotted the lone figure of a delicious looking, tall, dark, and handsome man. She fanned herself as if it had suddenly gotten hot before calling out. "Marcus~" She ran to him, jumped up into his arms and throwing her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek playfully. "It's so fucking lovely to see you." She nuzzled his neck.

Stranger in a Strange Land

"You are not Aeli."

No shit Sherlock. What gave him his first clue? Lack of pointy ears? Or perhaps STEALING HER OFF A FOREIGN FUCKING PLANET.

She did not say anything though, just listened as he spoke. Emperium class? What in the name of Satan did that mean? Entertainment? What the actual god given fuck? How would she be entertaining? She was just some pumpkin spice-loving, Ugg-wearing, almost white girl from the south. What could she do that they would find entertaining?

... Fucking perverts.

Suddenly a sort of television screen thing appeared. She moved closer to Solin so she could look into it properly. Suddenly it was like science class. Plants and moons and shit moved across the screen and she had no comprehension. Her studies had always been of the earth itself. She had barely taken any sort of time to consider things beyond her beloved planet. Finally, in detailed focus, a single planet came to view. She was sure it had some sort of meaning but what she didn't know. Then there were beings in cages. Beings sent to be fought against one another. It was the worst of human history - some things that still happened - staring back at her from the screen.

His words.

This was what she was to do?

No.

No...

"NOOO!" She moved to knock the screen away but her hand slid through it. She cupped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes as she curled into the fetal position. She just whispered the word no for a bit as her body came to terms in a way her mind couldn't. No nonononononononono... noooooo. After a while, she began to think of alternatives. Anything else she could do.

Willa sat up suddenly and grabbed his upper arms. "Please. I can't fight another person... Kill another person. It's just not the sort of thing rational people do. Don't make me do it," she begged through tear filled eyes. The water rolled down her cheeks as she came to her next step. "Please. I'll fuck or suck off anyone you want. But I can't fight. Please." She leaned into his shoulder, hoping he would show her some empathy. Her body shuddered with her desperate tears and begging.

Stranger in a Strange Land

Her hands, which had rested heavily on his shoulders drew back. As he seemed to calm down and she was sure he would not hurt himself, she removed herself from him and moved back to her spot by her tree and lodging. She removed the squirrel from the fire and let the stick lay against a rock so it could cool. "What do I want?" she asked bitterly. She could feel herself about to go off on him. Rip him several new holes in his person. Verbally speaking.

But...

No. She stopped herself as she sighed and rested her forehead against her hand. "I want to go home," she replied quietly but knew there was no chance of this. Even if she were returned at her request, she would know there was this great big world out there. No, going home was no longer an option. There would be too many questions in her heart. And a desperate longing for the stars. There were intelligent beings beyond her people after all. She buried her face in her hands as her thoughts spiraled. After what seemed like mere seconds but took ages, she peeked out from behind her hands. "I want respect." Her face held grim determination as she looked upon the alien.

"I want you to answer my questions the same way you would answer one of your kin. And I want a fucking house. No one has lived like I am now for over a millennium. And I want to know where the fuck I am and what it is you intend to do with me." Her body quivered with the anger and the renewed fear she felt. She wanted to pelt rocks at him. Stab him. Do something to keep herself safe. But the more logical part of her brain told her he WAS what kept her safe.

Stranger in a Strange Land

He was scaring her. Who was supposed to be all knowing and in charge? She had only seen him all bravado and machismo. And now he was having a fucking panic attack. What an idiot. She was trapped in space with a freaky idiot alien. With other aliens watching her. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

She crawled across the grass toward him and gently placed her hands on his shoulder. She would do her best to ensure he would not hurt himself but his behavior was confusing. "No, you fucker. You explain this all to me. You kidnap me from my home. You expose me in public. You run me down like a mother fucking deer. No, your behavior is unwarranted. You fucking explain this to me." She shook him hard and with effort rolled him onto his back. Stradling his chest, she held him still as she leaned close. "You have no right to be acting this way. Grow. The Fuck. Up." She was angry. Past angry. She wasn't sure if she wanted to pummel, drown, or hug this idiot.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

I am honestly refreshing the page all the time too. I love to read this shit! Makes my night. Thanks for having me and I look forward to more!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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It's Friday night and I won't be long
'Til I hit the dance floor
Hit the dance floor
I got all I need

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“Hold up!”

Bea stiffened when he called out to her. She had hoped she could get away without having to actually talk to the guy. Slowly, she turned back around with a look of pure terror on her face that would easily be mistaken for complete and utter boredom. “I have a few questions about your gift, actually. Mind taking a seat?” Sighing she crossed her arms over her chest and looked the boy up and down. She glanced at the seat beside him, looked back to where a group were gathering around Jordan, before she dropped her arms and walked over to the devil. At least it seemed that he was making friends quickly so she wouldn't have to worry about leaving him alone. "I was planning on getting a drink," she mumbled as she plopped down beside Diablo.

Her feet did not quite reach the ground so she pulled her legs up so they rested beside her. Bea folded her hands in her lap and shook her smoothed curls from her face. She tilted her chin upward so she could look him in the face and her lips were slightly turned down in a frown. "What questions could you have? It's just a bottle of liqour. You drink it." She spoke in a bland, tired way as if she were already done with this conversation and ready to go take a nap. "I would have thought you'da known that." Bea felt the buzz of her phone and opened up her fannypack, pulling out the old paint and sticker covered flip phone. She snapped it open and read the text from Mara. Silly girl. With a eery speed she tapped out her reply.

'Of course I'm alive goose. Get in here. I'm just finishing up a convo with Santiago.'

With that done she snapped the phone shut, stored it away and zipped up the pack. Her attention was now back on the latin boy and she remembered just how much she did not want to be sitting next to him. It was his party though and she couldn't be rude and not answer his questions. Honestly he should know more about this stuff anyway. What good would her laughably limited knowledge be?