Cecilia’s eyes widened like saucers, scanning nervously about the room for some sort of alias. You dolt, she thought. It was just like her to plan almost every aspect of the kidnapping except an alias. To be honest, however, she didn’t really think the princess would ask. “Ehm, Lady Jacquelyn Valierre, Duchess of Tirine, in the south of Sovia,” she finally replied. Where this had come from, she had no idea and right now she desperately hoped the princess was not too informed on the nobility of Sovia. The guests seemed to be enjoying the fete, wine and champagne was flowing freely on gilded trays carried by servants in Meran royal livery. The band had returned from a small intermission and were about to begin playing again.
Cecilia stood by the princess quietly, not really knowing what to say for fear that she might give herself away. The band had started a song, and Cecilia figured she might as well enjoy herself while she was here. “Would you care to dance, Highness?” she asked.
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I'm loving this so far! I thought I'd include a picture of what Mira looks like
Just with black hair instead of brown :)
Just with black hair instead of brown :)
Mira rummaged through her already full purse for her checkbook and a pen, while the realtor gathered the paperwork. It’s gonna be fine, it’s gonna be fine, she repeated this mantra internally over and over. She had heard stories from her friends back in Pittsburgh about the woes of having a roommate. Piled dirty dishes, rooms strewn with old take out containers, girly things tossed haphazardly in the bathroom…clumps of hair in the drain. She shuddered a bit, but shook it off. This was going to be fine, everything was going to be perfect. It could be temporary, right? She looked at her new roommate, her blonde head bent over her checkbook. Is she blushing? Mira noticed a flush of red making its way to her face. Mira suppressed a giggle as she handed Louis her check, and waited for Charlie to finish signing the paperwork.
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it stuck,” she replied, her tone was unintentionally flirtatious and now it was her turn to become a tomato. Flirting with a roommate was probably mistake number one leading to a disastrous experience. With a few knick-knacks, a paint job, and some furniture, this place would look spectacular. She turned her focus back to Charlie, who had been asking her some questions. “I have a bunch of junk, I’d have to sift through it when I bring it in,” she replied. “I think two trips would be sufficient, but I’d need to rent a moving van.” That was an expense she wasn’t anticipating and it was grating on her nerves. This was not how she had planned to find a new place, or move all her belongings, but it would have to do.
“Do you need some help moving your things?” Mira meant to use the opportunity to get to know her roommate, not a chance to get some help moving her things. She walked slowly around the house, looking at every nook and cranny, envisioning what everything would look like with some trendy decorations. Looking on the bright side, Mira saw this as a chance to make a new friend if nothing else. Living in a new place and not knowing anyone had become boring and a bit lonely. She still had daily conversations with her mother, who was constantly moaning about Mira finding a girlfriend. Danica Lambert was your typical nagging mother, with the same questions every conversation as if something was going to spring up in twelve hours. “Are you dating? When are you getting married? Sweetie, I know you bat for the team, but when are you going to make me a grandmother? I’m not getting any younger, you know.” Once that bit made its way into conversation, Mira said hurried goodbyes and threw her phone under her pillow. Maybe making a new friend might alleviate at least one of those questions. She smiled, this was going to be great.
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it stuck,” she replied, her tone was unintentionally flirtatious and now it was her turn to become a tomato. Flirting with a roommate was probably mistake number one leading to a disastrous experience. With a few knick-knacks, a paint job, and some furniture, this place would look spectacular. She turned her focus back to Charlie, who had been asking her some questions. “I have a bunch of junk, I’d have to sift through it when I bring it in,” she replied. “I think two trips would be sufficient, but I’d need to rent a moving van.” That was an expense she wasn’t anticipating and it was grating on her nerves. This was not how she had planned to find a new place, or move all her belongings, but it would have to do.
“Do you need some help moving your things?” Mira meant to use the opportunity to get to know her roommate, not a chance to get some help moving her things. She walked slowly around the house, looking at every nook and cranny, envisioning what everything would look like with some trendy decorations. Looking on the bright side, Mira saw this as a chance to make a new friend if nothing else. Living in a new place and not knowing anyone had become boring and a bit lonely. She still had daily conversations with her mother, who was constantly moaning about Mira finding a girlfriend. Danica Lambert was your typical nagging mother, with the same questions every conversation as if something was going to spring up in twelve hours. “Are you dating? When are you getting married? Sweetie, I know you bat for the team, but when are you going to make me a grandmother? I’m not getting any younger, you know.” Once that bit made its way into conversation, Mira said hurried goodbyes and threw her phone under her pillow. Maybe making a new friend might alleviate at least one of those questions. She smiled, this was going to be great.
The woman staring back at her from inside the mirror did not look like Captain Cecilia at all. It was the first time in her life she had ever bothered to get all done up, and for a party of all things. This was the type of thing she avoided. Everything leading up to this point was a mess. It took Ramsey and another crew mate to cinch up her corset. She was surprised she could breathe at all. The dress was stolen from one of the neighboring ships in the harbor, because her original dress was currently floating in the middle of the ocean somewhere. The dress was spectacular with a full silver brocade skirt and intricate lace designs on the corset. A delicate diamond circlet rested atop her head, her jet black hair was loose, falling in careful ringlets down to the small of her back. The look was completed with a delicately painted face, another job done by Ramsey. She questioned both his motives and sexuality most of the time. He definitely knew his way around getting her ready for this charade. She stood there, staring at herself for a few more moments. She looked about and did a girlish twirl, giggling softly.
It didn’t take long for Cecilia to arrive at the palace. “You look gorgeous, Cap’n,” Ramsey said as she stepped down from the coach. Cecilia took a deep breath in an attempt to steady her nerves. This had better go right, she thought. “You know what to do?”
“Yes, Cap’n,” Ramsey confirmed.
“Repeat the plan,” Cecilia needed to know everything will flow smoothly. Ramsey rolled his eyes. “Secure the garden and wait below the balcony for your signal,” he repeated for the thousandth time that day. Cecilia nodded, pulling the top of the corset. What was the point of cinching it so tight if it was going to fall? She exhaled sharply, this was going to be a long night. Guests mingled outside, laughing and talking about their fabulous lives as members of the court and sipping champagne. She hovered around a few groups, waiting for one of them to go inside, giving her an opportunity to look like she actually belonged there. A few minutes passed and the opportunity opened up. Once inside, she couldn’t contain her amazement. It was a festival of colors, women all dressed up in their Sunday best looking like royalty. People stared at her, whispering, “Do you know her? Who is she?”
She surveyed the area, searching for her target. Cecilia spotted the princess at the other end of the room, looking detached from all the party. She cut through the sea of people coming up beside her. “Spectacular party, your majesty,” she said. The princess looked beautiful, her dress almost the same hue as the color of her eyes. She was actually quite pretty, if one were to like the high maintenance royal type. Cecilia smiled her most enchanting smile, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
It didn’t take long for Cecilia to arrive at the palace. “You look gorgeous, Cap’n,” Ramsey said as she stepped down from the coach. Cecilia took a deep breath in an attempt to steady her nerves. This had better go right, she thought. “You know what to do?”
“Yes, Cap’n,” Ramsey confirmed.
“Repeat the plan,” Cecilia needed to know everything will flow smoothly. Ramsey rolled his eyes. “Secure the garden and wait below the balcony for your signal,” he repeated for the thousandth time that day. Cecilia nodded, pulling the top of the corset. What was the point of cinching it so tight if it was going to fall? She exhaled sharply, this was going to be a long night. Guests mingled outside, laughing and talking about their fabulous lives as members of the court and sipping champagne. She hovered around a few groups, waiting for one of them to go inside, giving her an opportunity to look like she actually belonged there. A few minutes passed and the opportunity opened up. Once inside, she couldn’t contain her amazement. It was a festival of colors, women all dressed up in their Sunday best looking like royalty. People stared at her, whispering, “Do you know her? Who is she?”
She surveyed the area, searching for her target. Cecilia spotted the princess at the other end of the room, looking detached from all the party. She cut through the sea of people coming up beside her. “Spectacular party, your majesty,” she said. The princess looked beautiful, her dress almost the same hue as the color of her eyes. She was actually quite pretty, if one were to like the high maintenance royal type. Cecilia smiled her most enchanting smile, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
No worries, I love long posts XD
EDIT: I'm sorry mine is so short, but I was a little stumped on what to write as far as them meeting. The next one will be better!
EDIT: I'm sorry mine is so short, but I was a little stumped on what to write as far as them meeting. The next one will be better!
Soon after her very quick exit from the Duke's estate, Cecilia whipped her crew into shape, assigning everyone to their posts. If they were going to steal the Princess of Mera, it had to be done right. Although the coin was fair, she didn't feel like spending the rest of her life in some smelly hole beneath a castle. "Listen up, men!" When Cecilia spoke, she commanded everyone's attention. She never needed to repeat herself, there were penalties when she had to and everyone knew she was a force to be reckoned with. "I know things have been tough in our recent time together, but this heist will make us rich beyond our wildest dreams." Yes, she exaggerated a bit, but they ate it all up. "Everything must go exactly according to plan, is that understood?" she made direct eye contact with almost each one of her men. Her curly black hair was wild about her face, her tanned skinned gleamed in the ocean sun. "Ramsey, meet me in my quarters so we may discuss our strategy," she told her first mate. He was a handsome, rugged man she had shared many adventures with since before she became captain of the Aurora, but nothing ever blossomed between them. Cecilia would not allow it in the first place. He had proven himself indispensable many times over for her to lose him over something so impractical as love or a physical relationship.
Cecilia entered the captain's quarters in a hurry, they had not a moment to lose. The Aurora itself was a huge ship. It had room for a crew of almost one hundred sailors, thirty guns, which was too little, but it was slow even with plenty of wind in the sails. The prospect of the King's fastest ship made her stomach flip with anticipation, but was squashed immediately by her lack of a plan. As if by some sort of telepathy, Ramsey appeared before her. Cecilia playfully glared sideways at him. "You know I hate it when you do that," she jabbed. Ramsey only smiled and said, "Cap'n, as much as I would love to joke, we don't have a single idea how to steal a princess. I think you're in way over your head here."
"Oh don't be silly, Ramsey. There's no such thing. All we have to do is wait for the lights to go out and sneak in."
"Cap'n, even you know that is quite impossible." Cecilia sighed almost defeated. There had to have been some news she stored away for future use in that head of hers. A few moments passed when her eyes opened like saucers, "Didn't we hear that the Royal Family was to have a wedding in the next few days?" Ramsey looked at her confused. "Yes, but - -"
"Then we have a plan!" she exclaimed. The plan was actually quite simple and Cecilia patted herself on the back for her quick thinking. With the ball going on, most of the attention would be on the Prince and his Sovian bride, including the guards. The princess would be lightly guarded and knowing her type, she might be 'bored with life at the palace'. Distract her with some idle conversation, take her out onto the balcony and toss her in a sack. With all the commotion buzzing around the newlyweds, it would be impossible to know she was gone until after the fun was over. By that time, they would be long gone headed to the shores of Sovia, handing her over to that dreadful Duke and she would have a new ship and forty thousand crowns. "Ramsey, I think I need a dress," she grinned.
Cecilia entered the captain's quarters in a hurry, they had not a moment to lose. The Aurora itself was a huge ship. It had room for a crew of almost one hundred sailors, thirty guns, which was too little, but it was slow even with plenty of wind in the sails. The prospect of the King's fastest ship made her stomach flip with anticipation, but was squashed immediately by her lack of a plan. As if by some sort of telepathy, Ramsey appeared before her. Cecilia playfully glared sideways at him. "You know I hate it when you do that," she jabbed. Ramsey only smiled and said, "Cap'n, as much as I would love to joke, we don't have a single idea how to steal a princess. I think you're in way over your head here."
"Oh don't be silly, Ramsey. There's no such thing. All we have to do is wait for the lights to go out and sneak in."
"Cap'n, even you know that is quite impossible." Cecilia sighed almost defeated. There had to have been some news she stored away for future use in that head of hers. A few moments passed when her eyes opened like saucers, "Didn't we hear that the Royal Family was to have a wedding in the next few days?" Ramsey looked at her confused. "Yes, but - -"
"Then we have a plan!" she exclaimed. The plan was actually quite simple and Cecilia patted herself on the back for her quick thinking. With the ball going on, most of the attention would be on the Prince and his Sovian bride, including the guards. The princess would be lightly guarded and knowing her type, she might be 'bored with life at the palace'. Distract her with some idle conversation, take her out onto the balcony and toss her in a sack. With all the commotion buzzing around the newlyweds, it would be impossible to know she was gone until after the fun was over. By that time, they would be long gone headed to the shores of Sovia, handing her over to that dreadful Duke and she would have a new ship and forty thousand crowns. "Ramsey, I think I need a dress," she grinned.
Awesome! Wee, I love the Princess already, really great start!
EDIT: I hope you like! I just got this crazy idea and went with it, lol.
EDIT: I hope you like! I just got this crazy idea and went with it, lol.
Thanks so much, Swift!
After introductions, Mira listened to the realtor's proposition to the girls about being roommates. It wasn't the worst idea in the world, but Mira had grown accustomed to living on her own. However, at this point in time, she really couldn't afford to be picky. I was now t minus 8 hours before she had to get her things and move the hell out of the dump she was in now. Charlie seemed to be into it as she explained some of the things she would definitely ask someone she would potentially be sharing a house with. Mira could see a drop of desperation in Charlie's eyes and it made her cave. Her decision was further reinforced by the idea of having a pool. She looked over to her new roommate, who seemed to be beaming at the prospect of having a place with a pool. Charlie's excitement made her smile, it was adorable.
Mira wasn't so sure, but as the clock ticked by every second, the idea of finding somewhere else to live by tonight was looking pretty slim. "Oh, alright, sure," she said finally. "I'm really not that hard to live with and I think it will be fun." She looked at the blonde beside her one more time. You could tell a lot by a person's outer appearance, Mira always said. She was dressed casual and comfortable but she didn't look unkempt. She was stylish and seemed very sweet. The fact that she could cook just sweetened the pot. Mira was lousy in the kitchen, even making toast in the mornings ended with disaster. "Well since this is a really fast paced situation, I might as well share something about being your roommate," she said looking at Charlie. "I'm not a slob, I don't mind cleaning. I'm a terrible cook, so the best thing is to keep me as far from the kitchen as possible. All my friends live back in Pittsburgh, so there will practically be no one here." That sounded just about right, she guessed. They could get to know each other better later, or not at all, since the house was big enough for them not to see each other much. The view was spectacular and everything in it was new. The location was perfect and Mira believed that things were starting to look up. After a day like today, she couldn't possibly think it could get any worse, right?
She looked back at the realtor, "Do you take checks?"
Mira wasn't so sure, but as the clock ticked by every second, the idea of finding somewhere else to live by tonight was looking pretty slim. "Oh, alright, sure," she said finally. "I'm really not that hard to live with and I think it will be fun." She looked at the blonde beside her one more time. You could tell a lot by a person's outer appearance, Mira always said. She was dressed casual and comfortable but she didn't look unkempt. She was stylish and seemed very sweet. The fact that she could cook just sweetened the pot. Mira was lousy in the kitchen, even making toast in the mornings ended with disaster. "Well since this is a really fast paced situation, I might as well share something about being your roommate," she said looking at Charlie. "I'm not a slob, I don't mind cleaning. I'm a terrible cook, so the best thing is to keep me as far from the kitchen as possible. All my friends live back in Pittsburgh, so there will practically be no one here." That sounded just about right, she guessed. They could get to know each other better later, or not at all, since the house was big enough for them not to see each other much. The view was spectacular and everything in it was new. The location was perfect and Mira believed that things were starting to look up. After a day like today, she couldn't possibly think it could get any worse, right?
She looked back at the realtor, "Do you take checks?"
Mira Lambert walked frantically down the street, her black locks falling in her face, backpack half off her shoulder. What a day! she thought to herself. She found herself in a very peculiar situation, this morning. First, her girlfriend left her, just a note on the bed. Well, at least she gave her closure of some sort. Next, her landlord was selling the house she was living in, giving her a twenty four hour notice to leave the premises. Finally, because of all the commotion in the morning, she was late to work and got written up for the third time this week. "One more time and you're fired, Lambert!" were her boss's words before she left for the day.
Her mother had added further insult to the day by asking her for grandbabies. "I'm not getting any younger, dear and to be quite honest, neither are you." All she could do was roll her eyes and hold the phone as far from her ear as possible. The grueling conversation only lasted a few minutes, but with her mother, it always seemed like days had passed before they finally hung up. "Ma, I gotta go. Yea, yea. I need to find a new place. Yea, uh-huh. Okay...Ooookay, yep. Gotta go. Yes, kiss kiss," she blew kisses into the phone and ended the call. She perused the newspaper for a bit and found a few places for rent.
After several awful apartments she found the one. It was a ranch house and it was perfect. The price tag on it however, was not. She had always lived alone but in this case she would be forced to get a roommate as quick as possible. The real estate agent that was preparing for the open house told her it wouldn't last. "I know, I'm sorry, but I can't afford it on my own," she replied. For some odd reason, she felt embarrassed and decided to speed walk the hell out of there. As she turned the hall towards the main entrance she was slammed by someone else. "Jeez - - Ouch! What the hell?!" She looked at her attacker. "Uh, no I don't think so. And it's okay, I was hightailing it out of here I should have paid attention," she apologized as well and extended her hand. "I'm Mira, Mira Lambert."
Her mother had added further insult to the day by asking her for grandbabies. "I'm not getting any younger, dear and to be quite honest, neither are you." All she could do was roll her eyes and hold the phone as far from her ear as possible. The grueling conversation only lasted a few minutes, but with her mother, it always seemed like days had passed before they finally hung up. "Ma, I gotta go. Yea, yea. I need to find a new place. Yea, uh-huh. Okay...Ooookay, yep. Gotta go. Yes, kiss kiss," she blew kisses into the phone and ended the call. She perused the newspaper for a bit and found a few places for rent.
After several awful apartments she found the one. It was a ranch house and it was perfect. The price tag on it however, was not. She had always lived alone but in this case she would be forced to get a roommate as quick as possible. The real estate agent that was preparing for the open house told her it wouldn't last. "I know, I'm sorry, but I can't afford it on my own," she replied. For some odd reason, she felt embarrassed and decided to speed walk the hell out of there. As she turned the hall towards the main entrance she was slammed by someone else. "Jeez - - Ouch! What the hell?!" She looked at her attacker. "Uh, no I don't think so. And it's okay, I was hightailing it out of here I should have paid attention," she apologized as well and extended her hand. "I'm Mira, Mira Lambert."
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