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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

IM ALIVE! I was really ill, so I couldn't post for a while, but I back and writing something as we speak.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Dirty Pretty Lies I'm here!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Johnny Baxter

Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti social pessimist but usually I don't mess with this
And I know you mean only the best and
Your intentions aren't to bother me

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Johnny surveyed the landscape. Just people chatting, drinking, throwing themselves in the pool. He could swear that there was a couple having sex inside Satan's house. He really wished he'd decided not to go to the party. He and Elijah could be working on the app right now, or at the very least he could have brought the guy with him. Nothing like ditching your best friend to make you feel guilty.

Johnny shrugged at Dylan's question. "Huh, I don't know. I don't usually go to parties. Well, I don't ever go to parties. But from what I've heard, everyone ends up with alcohol poisoning, black eyes, and various STDs." Pool parties were his ultimate nemesis, he couldn't really swim that well, and feared the possibility of unintentionally being a jerk and ending up in the pool. There was a horrifying image in his mind of his limbs flailing everywhere, his head barely above water level, gasping for oxygen. Maybe he thought about all the ways this party could go wrong too much, but the risk of death was incredibly high.

There appeared to be some kind of skirmish going on. He wasn't really sure what had happened, but it looked like it was the fault of the Queen of Pretentiousness: Marisol Castillo. She seemed to think that just because her mum was some famous boxer, she could go around acting like a jackass. She was in no way better than anybody else, and he'd made it clear from their first conversation that he would not take any of her garbage. He chuckled, fixing his eyes on the massive argument she'd created. By the time she punched some poor guy in the face, Johnny laughed and applauded.

"Wow, people really do get black eyes at these things! Now that's entertainment!" He wryly commented to Dylan, eyeing up the drinks. Johnny had never had alcohol before, and it was his mission to remain teetotal for as long as possible, but he did want to down some beer like he was in Rick's Café Américain. He noticed some water on the drinks table, which he quickly grabbed. He lifted his red solo cup to Dylan, muttering "Here's looking at you kid." He enthusiastically downed his water as if it were whiskey.

Just as he was about to make an off-hand comment about the immaturity of his peers, the wonderful (meaning dreadful) Kavi Salvador approached him. He cursed under his breath, giving Dylan a glance of warning: We're in for it now, my friend.

“Too bad Elijah couldn’t make it, huh? I’m pretty sure he would’ve loved to see you replace him with...whatever your name is,” was the genius conversation starter that Kavi came up with. He was truly a master of subtlety and congeniality. Johnny rolled his eyes, glaring at Kavi. He didn't want to start a fight, but every muscle in his was screaming for him to punch the jerk in the face.

This, he knew, was not a wise course of action. Gritting his teeth, he curtly responded "Well, if I'd have known you were here, I wouldn't have come either. And my friend's name is Dylan." He smiled tightly, practically sweating annoyance. "Anyway, I don't see the problem you have with me having friends other than Elijah. I thought you hated the guy for some reason. Is it because you reckon no one really likes you? Or is it because the majority of the people you hang out with are some of the most obnoxious people in Miami?" He causally shrugged, turning back to Dylan, comically raising his eyebrows.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Altered Tundra Yeah, they're just standing there.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Altered Tundra DO IT!!!!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Dirty Pretty Lies Um... I'm still here too. I just don't have much to respond to.

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

Jesus, you are all insane. I swear everyone's taking this too seriously, it's GMing an rp, not a revolution. Thus, to lighten the mood, I have a topical meme:

No Business

Yeah, there's no way I could miss this.

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

Sigfast Ogmundsson

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Vertion. A wretched hive of scum and villainy. Or at least, that's how it seemed to Sigfast Ogmundsson. To any other outsider it must have looked beautiful, but he failed to appreciate it. Of course the buildings were impressive, but it was too warm. Where was the snow? Did they even have snow here? Clad in the hide of some poor creature, probably a bear he skinned, his forehead was red with perspiration. He did look out of place in the streets of Vertion, leading to the Chateau de Momfort, where he was expected to spend the upcoming social season. He was much taller than most, with large hands and feet, not wearing the finery that most of the other nobles were wearing. If he removed the bear pelt, he may have fit in, but he wanted it to be known that he was not of the same ilk of every other noble.

As he entered the Chateau he began to regret his decision to visit Vertion. He wanted to get revenge on Vertion, as they had abused his people for years, but surely there was a better way than to go to their social season. He told himself to calm down, he was only nervous because this was his first time. He stood in the entrance, doing his best to observe what the other people did. They seemed to be greeting the royals. Ah, yes, he had been given a drinking horn to present the royals as a gesture of good will.

He turned to the servant, murmuring "'Scuse me, do y' think y' could announce me? That's what most people do, right?" The bemused looking servant nodded. Sigfast gave his name, which the servant yelled with gusto as he descended the stairs. He nodded at the servant, narrowly avoiding tripping over his own feet.

He made his way over to the table where the King and Queen regent were sitting, awkwardly kneeling. "Y' royal highnesses, my name is Sigafst Ogmundsson, the Prince of Grimmrheimr, one of the most powerful clans in Lygarthien. Vertion has been a worthy ally for many years, and we should like to give you this gift as a sign of goodwill." He placed the ivory drinking horn on their table, before standing and bowing his head. "G'day, y' highnesses." He hoped that he seemed confident, but he kept stuttering.

He walked into the crowd, trying not to look at his feet. He found himself sitting next to a red haired woman wearing the most amazing hat he had ever seen. Well, he thought she was a woman. She was sipping wine, studying the royals. He decided he may as well find an ally, so he leaned down to whisper to her "I must say, y', um, hat is very unique. Um, but in a good way. It's very, what's the word, ebullient, if y' can call a hat that. It suits you, I think." His lips curled into something approaching a smile. "I'm Sigfast Ogmundsson, of Lygarthien. And this is my first social, so sorry if I offend y' in some way." He took her free hand in both of his, firmly squeezing it before releasing it.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Okay my loves, misfit post will 100% be up today, as will a Diablo post so I can get back to everyone that's talked to him. Bea's about to get some trouble hehehehe 😈

@Dirty Pretty Lies

You heartless wench.