Except the dress is white with gold trimming. I couldn't find a picture of the jacket, but think... Captain Hook.
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You're very welcome! I said the same thing when you posted the first time! I thought "Oh man, she's good!" Poor Elena, Cecilia is all conflicted. Okay it's a really long post, sorry about that but I had an idea and went with it. Can't wait to see Elena's reaction! Also, here's a couple of pictures of what Cecilia's outfit looks like:
Except the dress is white with gold trimming. I couldn't find a picture of the jacket, but think... Captain Hook.
Except the dress is white with gold trimming. I couldn't find a picture of the jacket, but think... Captain Hook.
Cecilia was grateful for the closed double doors. The sound of Elena's surprise would have called the guards and ruined everything. The pirate had to hand it to the princess, she put up a fight. Perhaps it would be best they kept her tied up once on the ship. Cecilia stifled laughter as Ramsey grunted softly from an elbow in the gut. Despite her attempts to look away, Cecilia's eyes locked with Elena's. The sinking feeling in her gut desperately screamed to release her but her mind screamed to do the opposite.
Ramsey placed a blindfold over her eyes, the sound of whimpering coming from her covered mouth. "Keep her silent!" she snapped. The sounds were echoing in her head, making the situation more difficult. Damn that duke! She thought to herself. At last, the struggling took the fight out of the princess and she fainted. "You didn't kill her, did you, Ramsey? We need her alive, you big lout," she said in a gruff tone. Ramsey shook his head as he picked the princess up into his arms.
With the utmost stealth, they made their way back to the Aurora. The streets were quiet, most of the town was back at the ball either as guests or as servants. A trio of guards walked noisily down the road, headed in their direction. "Quickly! In here," she said in a harsh whisper. They ducked into an alley and waited for the guards to pass, laughing and jesting. Cecilia unwittingly placed a hand on her heart, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. They continued their long walk back to the ship without incident. Once on the Aurora, Cecilia stamped her foot on the deck three times, the signal for the crew that the princess was on board. Almost immediately, the ship came to life with the scuttling of crew commanding their posts. "We set sail immediately, due south! Ramsey, put the princess in my quarters. We must keep her comfortable and away from these scurvy perverts." She walked hastily, the sound of her silver heels clomping on the deck, towards her quarters. Ramsey laid the princess on Cecilia's bed with care.
"Anything else, Cap'n?" he asked.
"No, thank you Ramsey. Keep an eye on the crew for now, I need to change," she ordered. Ramsey tipped his head slightly and left, closing the door quietly behind him. As soon as the latch clicked, Cecilia rushed to her wardrobe. It was a small room aft of the ship, with mirrors in the back and two alcoves with bars for hanging clothes. She put on her favorite outfit, a white corset with golden floral embroidery and a full lace skirt, a crimson coat trimmed with golden buttons on the front and on the cuff of the sleeves and a pair of knee high boots. The ensemble was completed with her captain's hat, black with ostrich feathers on the right side. She wiped her face from the silver glitter of the party and rimmed her eyes with black charcoal giving them a sultry, smoky look.
Cecilia looked out the grand windows of her quarters and could see that Mera was already a distant sliver of land behind them. I must remember to reward the men, she thought, her attention going back to the princess. She looked peaceful sleeping on Cecilia's grand four-poster bed. Elena's dress bunched up around her legs, looking very comical. The captain knelt beside the princess and removed the binds, gently stroking her cheek. "Princess," she said her tone barely above a whisper. "Wake up." She braced for whatever reaction Elena might have. Cecilia was sure it wouldn't be at all pleasant.
Ramsey placed a blindfold over her eyes, the sound of whimpering coming from her covered mouth. "Keep her silent!" she snapped. The sounds were echoing in her head, making the situation more difficult. Damn that duke! She thought to herself. At last, the struggling took the fight out of the princess and she fainted. "You didn't kill her, did you, Ramsey? We need her alive, you big lout," she said in a gruff tone. Ramsey shook his head as he picked the princess up into his arms.
With the utmost stealth, they made their way back to the Aurora. The streets were quiet, most of the town was back at the ball either as guests or as servants. A trio of guards walked noisily down the road, headed in their direction. "Quickly! In here," she said in a harsh whisper. They ducked into an alley and waited for the guards to pass, laughing and jesting. Cecilia unwittingly placed a hand on her heart, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. They continued their long walk back to the ship without incident. Once on the Aurora, Cecilia stamped her foot on the deck three times, the signal for the crew that the princess was on board. Almost immediately, the ship came to life with the scuttling of crew commanding their posts. "We set sail immediately, due south! Ramsey, put the princess in my quarters. We must keep her comfortable and away from these scurvy perverts." She walked hastily, the sound of her silver heels clomping on the deck, towards her quarters. Ramsey laid the princess on Cecilia's bed with care.
"Anything else, Cap'n?" he asked.
"No, thank you Ramsey. Keep an eye on the crew for now, I need to change," she ordered. Ramsey tipped his head slightly and left, closing the door quietly behind him. As soon as the latch clicked, Cecilia rushed to her wardrobe. It was a small room aft of the ship, with mirrors in the back and two alcoves with bars for hanging clothes. She put on her favorite outfit, a white corset with golden floral embroidery and a full lace skirt, a crimson coat trimmed with golden buttons on the front and on the cuff of the sleeves and a pair of knee high boots. The ensemble was completed with her captain's hat, black with ostrich feathers on the right side. She wiped her face from the silver glitter of the party and rimmed her eyes with black charcoal giving them a sultry, smoky look.
Cecilia looked out the grand windows of her quarters and could see that Mera was already a distant sliver of land behind them. I must remember to reward the men, she thought, her attention going back to the princess. She looked peaceful sleeping on Cecilia's grand four-poster bed. Elena's dress bunched up around her legs, looking very comical. The captain knelt beside the princess and removed the binds, gently stroking her cheek. "Princess," she said her tone barely above a whisper. "Wake up." She braced for whatever reaction Elena might have. Cecilia was sure it wouldn't be at all pleasant.
I love her, especially in Year One as Princess Inanna. No worries, I'm patient!
Lenora stood uneasily as her new mistress circled her in scrutiny. Lady Evelyn's voice was smooth as silk, pleasing to the ear. Her creamy blue eyes pierced through Lenora's defenses, adding to her discomfort. "Thank you, my lady. I'm glad my appearance is to your liking," she replied her voice shaking somewhat. Evelyn's touch made her flinch a bit, more of surprise than apprehension.
Lenora scowled at the mistress's snub about her intelligence, but did as she was told. She curtseyed low, her hooded eyes looking up at the other woman in rebellion. "May it please you, my lady," she said rather sarcastically. She didn't care if pleased her or not. Lenora was not accustomed to being treated in such a way, which was perhaps why she had chosen the profession of 'acquisitions'. It was a way to stick it to authority, something she had a hard time getting along with. Evelyn demanded that she help her get ready for bed. She did so with a slight twinge of disdain. Although it had only been mere moments since they had met, Lenora already thought of Lady Evelyn with contempt.
Spoiled brat, she thought to herself. As she helped the woman get undressed, she contemplated on the look on her face when she found out all her precious things were in Lenora's pocket. She fought the urge to laugh, instead she focused on making sure she didn't accidentally pull her mistress's hair. That was another urge she was having a bit of trouble resisting. However, her goal was still at the forefront, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make herself "indispensable."
Lenora scowled at the mistress's snub about her intelligence, but did as she was told. She curtseyed low, her hooded eyes looking up at the other woman in rebellion. "May it please you, my lady," she said rather sarcastically. She didn't care if pleased her or not. Lenora was not accustomed to being treated in such a way, which was perhaps why she had chosen the profession of 'acquisitions'. It was a way to stick it to authority, something she had a hard time getting along with. Evelyn demanded that she help her get ready for bed. She did so with a slight twinge of disdain. Although it had only been mere moments since they had met, Lenora already thought of Lady Evelyn with contempt.
Spoiled brat, she thought to herself. As she helped the woman get undressed, she contemplated on the look on her face when she found out all her precious things were in Lenora's pocket. She fought the urge to laugh, instead she focused on making sure she didn't accidentally pull her mistress's hair. That was another urge she was having a bit of trouble resisting. However, her goal was still at the forefront, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make herself "indispensable."
As Cecilia walked in stride with the princess, the chilled night air feeling pleasant against her skin. The warmth from the heat of dancing and the many guests exuding it in the ballroom had made her flush. It was quite a surprise the princess had accepted the invitation in the first place, but Cecilia simply thanked her lucky stars Elena had briefly abandoned her inhibitions. Elena looked beautiful beneath the light of the moon, but she seemed rather sad. For but a moment, Cecilia felt the need to take the sadness away, but remembered herself almost instantaneously, the sight of a shadow climbing over the balustrade behind them. She turned her attention quickly back to the princess.
"It is rather lovely," Cecilia replied, thinking that it was nothing in comparison to the blanket of stars visible when her ship rocked on the ocean. She realized that the princess would soon see it for herself. Her gaze fell to her hands, feeling slightly guilty. Here Elena was, sharing something so profoundly personal, not knowing that the person beside her was about to betray that brief lapse in judgment. Although there was a certain negative stigma among pirates' honor code, Cecilia placed a very high regard in maintaining her honor. This whole plan was like a stab through her scruples, something she never thought would physically hurt her.
The princess looked lovely beneath the light of the moon, her features half in shadow, but her eyes were bright, full of sorrow. Could it be possible that the princess herself was lonely? Cecilia stiffened, there was no room in her heart for softness now. Elena was nobody to her. Ramsey, Jonas, Salty Nate, they were her family and they would come first. The princess turned to leave and a slight panic rose in Cecilia's throat. "Brigantine!" she shouted the signal. She looked into the princess's eyes. "I'm sorry, Elena," she said almost silently, as Ramsey came up behind her.
"It is rather lovely," Cecilia replied, thinking that it was nothing in comparison to the blanket of stars visible when her ship rocked on the ocean. She realized that the princess would soon see it for herself. Her gaze fell to her hands, feeling slightly guilty. Here Elena was, sharing something so profoundly personal, not knowing that the person beside her was about to betray that brief lapse in judgment. Although there was a certain negative stigma among pirates' honor code, Cecilia placed a very high regard in maintaining her honor. This whole plan was like a stab through her scruples, something she never thought would physically hurt her.
The princess looked lovely beneath the light of the moon, her features half in shadow, but her eyes were bright, full of sorrow. Could it be possible that the princess herself was lonely? Cecilia stiffened, there was no room in her heart for softness now. Elena was nobody to her. Ramsey, Jonas, Salty Nate, they were her family and they would come first. The princess turned to leave and a slight panic rose in Cecilia's throat. "Brigantine!" she shouted the signal. She looked into the princess's eyes. "I'm sorry, Elena," she said almost silently, as Ramsey came up behind her.
Badump bump bump. I have 6 more spots left to fill!
You write wonderfully! I'm loving this RP so much :D
This is what Cecilia looks like: (sorry for the watermark, Getty added this recently and I have no idea how to take it off -_-;)
Oh man, Elena is going to hate Ceci in about 5 minutes >.<
This is what Cecilia looks like: (sorry for the watermark, Getty added this recently and I have no idea how to take it off -_-;)
Oh man, Elena is going to hate Ceci in about 5 minutes >.<
Mira smiled at the size of her bedroom and more importantly, the closet. She could fit a whole other bed in there. "Did you see the size of these closets, Charlie?" she asked. She had instantly taking a liking to her. She reminded Mira of a summer day. She shook her head. Remember your new rule, Mira, she thought. She continued decorating her room in her mind, searching for the perfect place to put all her posters and her computer desk.
She turned to find Charlie staring at her, and couldn't help but smile. There was a small awkward silence, which, thank goodness, Charlie alleviated with an invitation to get their things and have dinner. "I am so hungry, I could eat a whole pizza," she said laughing. She led the way outside. "Uh, do you have a car? I came on foot." Her car had broken down ages ago, and due to her financial circumstances she couldn't afford to buy a new one. "I think we should rent a van, unless you think we can just stuff everything into your car and make a few trips?" This wasn't at all how she planned the day to go. It was getting better by the minute. A pretty roommate, an awesome house (with a pool, of course) and a proposition to dinner.
"I think this is gonna be awesome," she said, hoping Charlie felt the same. Mira wondered if Charlie was into girls, but decided she'd find a way to work it into conversation sometime that evening.
She turned to find Charlie staring at her, and couldn't help but smile. There was a small awkward silence, which, thank goodness, Charlie alleviated with an invitation to get their things and have dinner. "I am so hungry, I could eat a whole pizza," she said laughing. She led the way outside. "Uh, do you have a car? I came on foot." Her car had broken down ages ago, and due to her financial circumstances she couldn't afford to buy a new one. "I think we should rent a van, unless you think we can just stuff everything into your car and make a few trips?" This wasn't at all how she planned the day to go. It was getting better by the minute. A pretty roommate, an awesome house (with a pool, of course) and a proposition to dinner.
"I think this is gonna be awesome," she said, hoping Charlie felt the same. Mira wondered if Charlie was into girls, but decided she'd find a way to work it into conversation sometime that evening.
Hot damn! Is that Olivia Wilde as a blonde?
It's funny, I usually play strong willed, assertive characters that are too nice for their own good. You play her wonderfully though. I really love your style and dialogue!
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