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"The Yukon," Mira replied, sparing him a gap-toothed grin, "I guess I'll take your word for it, then." But even if he hadn't told her it would be fun, she probably would have done it anyway. It seemed like the kind of thing that could get someone's heart racing, and that was sort of her thing. Adrenalin junkie, or maybe just the thought that something could go wrong. Or just that something could happen. Because as far as she knew, her life hasn't had much happening.
"Do you do this often?" It was a simple question, but she wanted to take it back almost immediately. He was royalty; he probably didn't even have that much free time. The Selection was probably also taking up his time, so there was even less. Or maybe she was--shocker--over thinking the whole ordeal. Because he was royalty; he could do whatever he wanted to do, and not to worry so much about the repercussions. Unlike her.
Aarona turned as someone moved to speak to her, smile still on her lips. She wasn't worried at this point; the sun had an affect close to liquor on her and she soaked it up as she lazed about to play minigolf with her competitors. It was odd, this sensation of calm that swept over her at such a crucial time. It was like someone had held her in warm water and limbs felt like wet noodles in the good kind of way. But she should have been all high strung, and ready to strike like several of the other contestants she'd seen.
"We haven't," Aaron replied, shaking the girl's hand, "I'm Aarona. Wasn't quite expecting minigolf." Small talk; getting to know the enemy. She wondered what anyone else would be doing in her place, before remembering that there were already thirty-some girls in her position.
Sand was a no go. Which meant that this date was basically a no-go, but it wasn't like the dark haired girl that glowered at the volleyball court was going to voice this. Penn knew the group dates were crucial; she had to get along with people. But with someone like her, truly getting along didn't really exist. There was only who could benefit her, and who was absolutely useless. But, she supposed this would be a good way to find that out. Still eyeing the sand hatefully, she looked over her opponents for the day, and then her target. She could bear a few hours in the sand for her goal, she surmised, and stepped up to join the girls in a friendly game of beach sports.
Aarona was usually on time, and yet she found herself in the class of late. Probably because she'd spent a good deal of time the night before stressing about this date thing--group date, two party date; it was still a date--and had overslept when she actually had been able to fall asleep. She put on a smile, seeing the prince speaking with another selected girl. For now, she'd have to wait before she could speak to him, but there was always mini-golf to keep her busy.
Mira looked over as someone--the prince--spoke to her. A nervous smile flitted over her lips before her giddiness caught up to her again, stretching her smile into a full blown grin. "Yes, I am," she replied, rocking back on her heels. She took a moment before blurting out a solemn, "I've never done it before." Climbing trees wasn't something she'd compare to this, since she hasn't actually tried the thing yet. But, she suspected that zipping through the air would be a whole lot more fun than pulling herself up the limbs of a tree.
(( I believe so, yes ))
Mira had only ever heard of ziplining in her wildest dreams. So, now, standing there in the area designated for the very thing, she had to wonder if she wasn't dreaming. Blonde hair pulled back into the picture of a greasy looking braid, she marveled at the prospect of some flimsy looking line holding her up as she hurtled through the air.
Is there a place we can view which girls are in what group for the group dates outside of the group message you sent?
Hella late, but most people just call me Fiend, Analeese.
yo
yoI gotta disappear again to finish cleaning the house
twas part of the deal I made with my mom to get my laptop back.
Hullojust popping in to say hi
and that I may be getting more active later today
((?))
((I also have three girls open))
Mira didn't want to be here.
That much was clear by the way she huffed into the room. She figured she must have been the latest one out of all of them, and it wasn't exactly a good thing. Her skirt, which she'd reluctantly put on, had grass stains on it and she was sure that there were flower petals in her hair. It had come undone slightly in her rush over, the braid she'd put it in on the way having been a last minute idea. She realized, and didn't care, that she might be slightly under-dressed, looking at all the girls that had decided to wear frilly dresses and eye catching outfits.
She sighed and headed over to where most of the selected girls were seated, her expression giving away just how much she wanted to be in the room.
So, I have two selected girls already in the great room, and one not yet brought in.
( name ) Charlomine Dyebosk
( looking for ) Selected
█║▸ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: As a seven that has the good fortune to look like a six, Mira deals primarily in farm work and lumber. While she doesn't go around swinging axes, she does know how to use one, and should be feared.mirabelle dyanne levosa
█║▸ bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ :: From the Yukon, cold is nothing new to her. So, being born on December Twenty-Fifth is nothing too great, aside from it being Christmas. Twice the presents for her.
█║▸ rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ :: Single as can be, and with no real intention of marrying a prince.
█║▸ wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs :: Does an axe count? It's not very useful, considering it's falling apart and only a family heirloom less than half the size of an actual axe.♛║ The amount of work that Mira does isn't very visible, aside from her obvious fitness. She's not very athletically built, taking after her father in that regard; her more was the one built like a truck and still pretty to boot. She's among the fortunate ones of her province to be blessed with appearances that exceed their caste. Her blonde hair looks healthy on most days, eyes bright but still a little dimmed by lack of sleep, and lips sometimes chapped from very poorly dispersed water breaks. She may not look very confident, but she sure as hell is full of fire. To be frank, her ferocity only really shows through her work, which again isn't something you could pick up on by just looking at her.
There are two things she's always getting grief for: the gap in her teeth and the very obvious curves she has. She is usually in no mood to even talk to people who comment on those things in the way she usually gets comments. She's learned to just ignore it and internalize everything; she remembers it all.
♞║ Here's the thing: Mira has been doing crazy stunts for as long as she can remember. There has never been something forbidden to her that she wasn't willing to try. Sure, it may have resulted in a few broken bones, but that has never stopped her. If someone has a crazy, stupid idea, she's usually one of the people most into it. People might see her as a bit of brute because of this, but the masculinity comes from being surrounded by a house full of brothers and manual labor to the extreme. She's always been a bit of a tomboy, even when she finds herself forced into a skirt. Her masculinity sort of exceeds the usual "one of the guys" type of girl. She, actually, forgot she was a girl at one point in her life. She thought she'd been a boy until puberty kicked in, and even then she thought she was sick with something. She's always seen herself as more of the Prince Charming than the sweet princess.
Now, don't get her wrong, Mira can stick with a decision. It's just not often, or for long. She changes her mind like she changes her clothes, which happens to be often considering she's always doing something not so clean. She can't stick a decision for long, but not with all things. Somethings just keep her latched on to them, and she never lets go. Of course, most people don't see this past her never stable choices. But, she's actually quite adaptable. She learns to adjust to a situation for the better, to be more acquainted with her surroundings. You could say it's just an enhanced survival instinct that some people lack, but that's just one way of putting it.[ lɪᴋᴇs :: games · the outdoors · dares · sports · work▷ For as long as Mira can remember, she's been told that she has to work, and work hard. She's also been told to stay out of trouble, but she clearly doesn't listen to that. Hell, she doesn't really listen at all. The only thing she listens to is the drumming of her heart as she goes on to do something stupid. Her parents, they love her, but Mirabelle often finds that she may be disappointing them. She's seen and heard the way they discuss her.
[ dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs :: dresses · being perceived as too masculine · making decisions
[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs :: brute force · willing to take risks · endurance
[ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs :: takes too many risks · doesn't share emotions · too trusting
She's the least feminine girl in her province, as the rumors go. She's all over the place, people say. She has no self-control, and will likely end up in some ditch someday; that's not even the worst one. Mira didn't quite like the way they spoke of her, but she didn't like the way it hit her family more. So, when she was twelve, she attempted to be just a bit more feminine.
It didn't work.
She back at her old ways again, only with her skirt tucked into her underwear and her blouse off to save it from stains. It horrified the other mothers, and more rumors spread like wild fire. Mira didn't notice anything different, aside from the fact that the other girls were looking at her funny, and the older boys, too. This was before puberty hit her like a ton of bricks, of course, and she was still stuck with the idea of being a boy like the rest of her friends.
▷ When it did hit, it hit hard. It was safe to say Mira was very confused when her chest felt heavier and her mother had to sit her down for a talk. She was even more confused when she tried climbing a tree and heard the boys screaming about blood. This confusion was furthered by their ogling her when she took her shirt off to swim. Mira, to say the least, was shocked when her parents had to break it to her.
It took some time, but she learned to change her ways by a fraction. No more skinny dipping, more clothing when she went out into the woods, and just a little more alone time a couple days of the month. She was settling into the idea of being a girl when her parents made the executive decision: she'd be getting married.
Now, getting married early isn't common, but it isn't a rarity. Everyone in her family had done so, and they would have likely paired with just about anyone if she hadn't proposed her own idea.
▷ The Selection was only two years away when she convinced her parents to get her registered for it. She didn't like the idea of the Selection any better, but it at least bought her some time. Mira would probably be better off there than married to just anyone that her parents thought would take care of her.
So, she was registered and they waited. Then, she was chosen. She didn't think that they'd allow her to be a Selected girl, because of her caste, but they overlooked it. And now she's screwed.[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ××× ‟ ɪғ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ callcredits ::
[ apologies, but I'm off for the night. You can move my selected girls further down on the list of having a one on one with the prince ]
Penn was well aware of how late she was, and had in a way planned for exactly that. A late arrival, while partially showing some irresponsibility, got everyone looking at her. Eyes on her meant that one set might as well be the Prince's, which was exactly what she wanted. Her heels clacked against the floor as she strode in, tossing her sleek black hair back. Lips rouged and spread in a grin, she headed to where the other Selection girls had seated themselves.
Graceful strides carried her over, and she lowered herself into a free seat. "Apologies for the late arrival," she proclaimed, just barely shrugging with a short chuckle.
Ron, on the other hand, had been one of the few to slip in quietly. She didn't want to be noticed, not in the slightest. She wanted nothing more than to fade into a recognizable invisibility, enough that the Prince would notice, but not go out of his way to speak with her just yet. A sigh left her lips as she took her seat, brushing back a stray strand of hair from her face.
