|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 5:59 pm
|
|
|
|
Concept: A rich woman is preparing for her wedding, which is only one month away. The woman is engaged to a famous business tycoon, as the two are madly in love with one another. In fact, the rich woman is pregnant with the tycoon's child. Because of this, they have to get married now.
The woman's best friend is a short, ditzy sort of gal pal(played by me), who gets the honor of being the bridesmaid. But until that day comes, the two of them are shopping for everything they need to have the perfect wedding.
Whoever plays this RP with me gets to be the lovely, rich, expecting bride-to-be. And as stated before, I'll be their bridesmaid. And just because we're preparing for next month's wedding doesn't mean we can't also spend a little time as BFFs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 2:00 pm
|
|
|
|
The sun had risen from its chamber in the horizon. Light began to stream across the dark blue skies of yester night. By contrast, it was rather blinding, as the sky appeared almost white in tone. Many of nature's residents had yet to smell the dew of morning in this kind of light. Whatever did remain in the sun's grasp remained starkly quiet.
Enter, Stacy. She was a short woman for her age, usually at the height of an average adult's shoulders. Though making up for her lack of length was the volume of her hair. Every fiber of it had been puffed to that of a hay straw, with a similar golden colour around it as well. Though one thing one would notice aside her hair had to be her clothing. She wasn't the tidiest of folk. Most of what she wore had been coated in dirt, painted with stains, or elsewise deemed unwearable. Though that never seemed to stop her.
Today, she appeared to be strolling across town, following the sidewalk as a trail. That was, until, she came across a specific house.
This large manor had been separated from the more common homes by the immense amount of decorated trees about. As for the front, it had been guarded by large gate of gold. Stacy approached the gate for a closer look. She was able to see the complex patterns that weaved its way into a strong, yet elegant barrier for this place. She knocked loudly on the gate. "Hey, are you awake yet!?" It opened from the force on her hand. Apparently, it hadn't been locked. "Maybe I should go in. She wanted to see me anyway." Stacy made her way to the front entrance of the manor. As she pushed the door open with minimal force, it appeared that this door wasn't locked either. They must be anticipating a guest.
Red walls woven with silver patterns greeted her indoors. Across the room was a fireplace, with two chairs gathered before it. To their right, a bookshelf and a flight of upward stairs rested. She decided to take those to the upstairs. seeing not much of interest down here.
Past a second living room atop the stairs lead two hallways, one up ahead, and another to the right. Stacy checked the right hallway, finding a kitchen waiting there. Its clean linoleum structure enticed her, as she made a brief detour to look.
"Wow. Look at all this food.", she whispered to herself, after flinging open the refrigerator door. "Someone must've done some serious grocery shopping." The fridge was tightly packed, seemingly no room left for anything else. Not one gap between foods would lead to the back wall. "I thought she was the only one living here. Looks like she's got enough for at least two."
After having ogled the kitchen, Stacy returned to the upper living room. This time, she took the other hallway. It wasn't long until a door labeled "Bedroom" came to view. "I don't know. Maybe I got here too early. Well, maybe she's awake. Better see." She creaked the door open to see who was inside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 3:13 pm
|
|
|
|
[I am so not good with starting posts. I may not post as much as you though but I'll try my best.]
The sound of an alarm going off roused Samantha awake. Groaning and stretching, she gazed at the window. It had thin, white curtains hanging down from it, only allowed a small amount of light to come into the room. Sitting up, she pushed her long, black, wavy hair from her face. It came down to the middle of her back and was very thick.
Samantha wore a white, spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of black sleeping shorts. Yawning she crossed the room to her white marble bathroom, complete with all of the latest fixtures.
It took 45 minutes to shower, shave, brush her teeth and use the toilet. And she still wasn't ready. Her hair was wrapped up in a red towel and she wore a pink bathrobe. She came out of the bathroom, heading to her closet, unaware that her door was open. It was time to pick out an outfit today to meet with her all time best friend Stacy. She was coming over today.
What she sort of looks like.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 3:31 pm
|
|
|
|
Stacy had been searching around Samantha's room, investigating whatever nook or cranny she may have gotten herself into. "She's not in the dresser drawer.", she whispered to herself, "She's not behind her mirror."
Looking through Samantha's sheets, Stacy noticed something rather unusual laying in the middle of her bed. It was a plate of red gelatin, half eaten, and coated in black dots. The dots almost reminded Stacy of gunpowder. She removed some with her finger, and gave it a lick. "Black pepper? Who'd put pepper on top of jello?"
She turned around, eyes widening and cheeks blushing as she saw who was behind her. It was Samantha, a towel wrapped around her hair, and a bathrobe on her body. "Oh... There you are.", Stacy said as she awkwardly fidgeted with her fingers, "I was looking for you."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 4:04 pm
|
|
|
|
So many thoughts were going through Stacy's head all at once. If I had to sum them all up in a single word, I have two options. The first is "bewildered", while the other is "confused". "Alright then.", she responded to Samantha. She sat down on the bed.
She thought that Samantha would be furious with her, breaking into her house first thing in the morning, and seeing her in her bathrobe. Though she was confused of why she seemed rather happy instead. And just what was that gelatin doing here? Why was it coated in pepper, and how did Samantha manage to eat it so quickly?
"So, uh... What's up?", Stacy asked, "I got your letter from yesterday. You told me to come over, but for what?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|