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____rebeccaxxandrews____
the lovely princess


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____rebeccaxxandrews____
the lovely princess


                      Ugh, it’s such a pain to prepare some grand and festive ball just for a family to meet other families from different kingdoms! Rebecca complained as she was trying to prepare for her outfit that she was going to wear at the masquerade ball. To be honest, Rebecca disliked it for every time she had to attend to one of these balls because it wasn’t her ‘cup of tea’. Though when she was at the ball, it was like seeing a different persona. Rebecca was in her nightgown looking at the beautiful white dress that she was going to wear for the event. She sighed as she saw it because it looked like the most beautiful dress she saw in her whole life. Thankfully she requested the tailor an outfit like what she was seeing right now. While she was staring at the gown, she heard a knock from one of the maids and she called, You may come in.

                      Princess Rebecca, the king told me that you should prepare for the ball right now. The guests will be coming soon, and possibly princes that might be waiting for their wife-to-be.” The maid reminded Rebecca before she made a quick departure. Rebecca nodded, Thank you for the notification. She smiled a bit and the maid closed the door. She stood there still dreading the ball, but it was only one night, wasn’t it?

                      After a couple of hours, Rebecca was already dressed up and she slightly opened the door. There were already an abundant of people chattering from one person to the next about their kingdom and anything interesting that was happening to them. She took a quiet breath and mumbled a bit, You can do this. Just pretend to look like you’re fascinated and excited for this ball when you’re actually dreading it inside that soul of yours… Within that moment, she took her mask and wore it. Time was passing by and she had to eventually get out of her room and be introduced by the king, who was her father.

                      Rebecca came out of the door and saw that her father was nearby. The king was already in his late forties and he was enthusiastic when he saw his daughter, “Oh my! Rebecca, you look stunning. Come, we must make our entrance before people wonder about our whereabouts.” He was in a bit of a hurry trying to make the guests pleased so Rebecca held her father’s arm and they slowly walked from the second floor of the house to the first floor where everyone was. Rebecca had a fake smile on as she was gracefully walking down the stairs with her father right next to her. She saw that everyone was captivated by them since they were the hosts and the guests of honor. By the time they arrived at the first floor, she curtsied towards the audience and she could hear everyone clapping loudly.

                      ((OOC: Eh I got lazy to make a fancy post. XD Though I might edit the post style later...oh and hopefully this is good enough for an intro. I didn't want to go overboard like I have with my last few intro posts XP Here's her outfit.))
     


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♦ BACK TO THE B A S I C S ♦

      ≥ n a m e : stephen franz rivera
      ≥ a g e : e i g h t e e n
      ≥ b o r n o n : march 3
      ≥ b i r t h p l a c e : New York, United States



♣ SOMETHING A LITTLE R A N D O M ♣

      ≥ h e i g h t : 5'10
      ≥ w e i g h t : 147 lbs
      ≥ h a i r c o l o r : dark brown
      ≥ e y e c o l o r : dark brown
      ≥ e x t r a : n/a

      ≥ l i k e s :
      • Traveling around the world
      • All of the pretty ladies, of course.
      • Video games. Seriously, who can't live without it?
      • White chocolate, oh so yummy~
      • Sleeping
      • Swimming
      Trixie, the family's dog...well mainly mines though.
      ≥ d i s l i k e s :
      • Alcohol and drugs...they smell horrible.
      • Ex-girlfriends who seem to hunt you down even after the relationship ended months ago, even years ago!
      • Those cheesy cliche type of romance movies.
      • Surprises. I don't want to be surprised.
      • Orange. Both the color and the fruit.
      • Homework. It's pure evil.
      • Studying. Seriously, it's like student and dying put together.
      ≥ f e a r s :
      • Apiphobia [fear of bees]
      ≥ g o a l s : To travel around the world and possibly get some amazing job to balance with that. As for finding that 'perfect mate', well that might not happen for a while with my traveling adventure being the first thing I want to do.

      ≥ i a m m e : I have the ability to swim pretty well since I've had experience with swimming for five years or so. Though I love playing video games once in a while if I have nothing to do. Also I've been busy traveling to different parts of the world as my vacation since school hasn't started yet. Though when I arrived at Europe, my passport and money were lost so I had to return back to New York even though there was still some extra time left. Now that my family is trying to process in my passport, I have nothing much to do but to wait until I can travel again. I tend to have this unusual habit of eating white chocolate candy...I don't know why but I don't like the milk chocolate or even the dark chocolate ones...



♠ JUST AN A F T E R T H O U G H T ♠

      ≥ p o s t i n g c o l o r : #0072bc
      ≥ u s e r n a m e : exotic kitty
 
     
 


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                                          I’ll talk to you guys later! Wesley stated as he was about to go back home and his friends were about to leave. They spent one long day playing around and hanging out, but Wesley still felt a bit depressed about his situation. His life outside of the computer was totally different from his ‘online’ life. It was like seeing two sides of Wesley and not many people really saw both of those sides. He waved them goodbye and entered inside the house. There wasn’t anyone still in the house, but that didn’t bother him as much because he was already a legal adult. In a few more days he would be starting college and he was pretty darn excited about it. With college, it would allow him to have a better life or so he was expecting. Living in a family that was divorced and having to move back to back, he felt like a ‘ping pong’ in the family. A few months he would stay at his mother’s house, and then he would move to his father’s house for a couple of months. It was a never-ending phase for him since he experienced it all throughout his high school years.

                                          By then, Wesley removed his shoes and wore a pair of flip flops. Then he changed his clothes in his room before he was going to have some bonding time with his ‘internet’ friends. He actually had quite a lot of internet friends and that made him really comfortable. He was able to tell them anything he wanted to tell them and they were able to tell him anything. Though there was this one person that he was more fascinated with. He knew her from some chatroom that he went to by accident. Wesley wasn’t the type of person that would go to chatrooms and such because he liked to have solo conversations with other people. To him, having a solo conversation was like having a personal conversation with them where anything they said was possible.

                                          Once he was done changing into his regular clothes, he turned on his MacBook Pro and waited for it to load. Eventually he was going to sign on and see who was available. During that moment, Wesley tried to predict how many people would be online. Out of the fifty-something friends he had, half of them were his real friends and the other were his internet friends that he found from various chatrooms. Wesley thought, Hm…I predict only twenty of those people would be online. The rest are probably off in some foreign country enjoying their vacation…as for me, I’m stuck in this pit hole of doom. He sighed a bit and turned on the TV set. He knew that once more people were signing on, he would play a couple of video games to keep him occupied. Then the laptop was ready to go and he signed on typing his username and password. He waited a few seconds for the messenger to load up and he was right, there were around twenty people online. Many of them were on an away message doing some of their summer homework or eating dinner.

                                          Wesley decided not to message any of his friends because of their away messages, so he left his laptop in his desk. After that he got up and tried plugging in specific chords that would turn on his new PlayStation 3. He was planning on playing The Beatles: Rock Band because his favorite band was The Beatles. Within moments, the PlayStation 3 finally turned on and he started playing with the game. Every few minutes he would check his laptop screen to see if anyone else was on especially one specific person that he always liked having a great conversation with.

                                          ((OOC:Here's his outfit. :3 Sorry it's short for an intro XP))
 
     
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