The Selection Role~Play discussion

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Bella ran out. she put her towel on the warm sand. she took off her dress. she was wearing her swim suit underneath: http://img1.tinydeal.com/images/13/54...

she sat down on her towel. she watched the waves. the beach was practically empty.

Sand kicked up under Eli's feet as he ran after Bella. He still didn't have a suit, so he was in his regular clothes.
"Bella! Bella! You can't do this! I'm responsible for you, anything happens to you and I'd get killed. Literally."

(is it night or daytime?)

((day))

"oh you'll be fine" she said. she saw a mini crab walking down the beach. she followed it, watching it carefully.

Eli trailed behind her, shaking his head. She was turning out to be a bucket of trouble. "Hey kiddo, I need to go shopping. I need clothes and a swimsuit...and I guess I need stuff to get ready. Your cousin said to get everything ready, any idea what he meant by that?"

"i have the royal card, so what ever you need goes on Aunties account" she said "as for getting things ready, he means check the girls rooms to make sure that they are in order, and make sure the reservation is for two weeks." she said. she sounded so old and mature. "also we need to check the catering service, and make sure the food is the best possible......meaning we need to do some food testing" she said

This all sounded great to El: the whole free food and money thing..Bella was a strange kid. She seemed to have a lot of confidence, but she was reserved. Like she spent too much time by herself. She kind of reminded Eli of how he was as a kid. He scratched the back of his head,"So you ah, wanna help me pick out a new wardrobe?"

"sure!" she said excitedly.

Bella’s enthusiasm allowed Eli to relax a little bit. He shook his shoulders and his old demeanor returned: an animated face, playful smile, and laid-back posture. The last couple of days had been more stressful than was to his liking. All he wanted to do now was enjoy the waves, the sand, and the boardwalk. “Awesome! Okay, where’s the best place to get some cool threads?”

(( Can you make a section?))

"hummm" she said thinking. "how about fins and things?" she asked. It is not a popular place, but it has amazing swim wear" she said

"Sounds cool, is it on the boardwalk? Lead the way...unless it's not in which case I will drive the way."

"oh no it's just over that way" she said pointing to a faint shape i the distance.

He nodded, "Sweet lets go!"

((to the store))

Earlier they had gone to the public side of the beach, but this time Eli settled in on the royal family's personal strip. He laid down right on the sand, right above where high tide would come in; no need for an early wake up call. It didn't take long for the familiar scent and sound to drown him into a deep sleep. He dreamt of home.

“Eli. Eli. Psst! Elliot, wake up sleeping beauty!”
“Ugh. Wha-the?”
“Aw. You’re so adorable when you’re sleepy Eli.”
“Claire? Is that you? What time is it?”
Her response was giggles, which told Eli it was early. Too early.
“Why it’s time for the best day of your life to begin.”
“In normal people terms, what is that?”
“12:00 a.m.; actually now it’s 12:02 a.m., we’re wasting moonlight.”
Eli sat up, trying to blink away the sleep.
“Claire.”
“Elliot.” Another giggle.
“Don’t call me that.”
“You used to love it. When we were kids you’d yell at me for calling you Eli.”
“That was then. I came to my senses…Now what’s going on?”
“One day. One day and roughly six hours is all you have left before you have to sign your soul away at the solider center and get sent to boot camp.” She put her hand on his shoulder, “And you’re spending all of it with me, so get up beach bum. We’ve got a schedule to keep.”

Stretching, Eli got out of bed and rubbed his eyes. For several minutes he stood there in the dark with Claire. He could faintly make out her curly hair, and while he couldn’t exactly see it, he knew she had a mischievous smirk on her face. She was slouching on one side, but that was because of her wooden leg; the thing never seemed to fit her quite right. They stood there in silence for several minutes before Eli finally said, “I need to change.”
“Yeah?”
“So get out Claire. Some privacy please? I’ll meet you on the pier.”
He could hear her tutting. “Eli, Eli, Eli. You really need to get over your fear of nakedness-specially where you’re going. All those long nights alone with your fellow soldiers. Cold nights. Hot nights. I wish I could go with you and—“
“Out!” Eli shout whispered. With a giggle, Claire threw her good leg over the window pane and hopped out. It was lucky for her Eli’s room was on the first floor. Not that it would probably stop her if he had a room on the second or even third floor. Eli shook his head; knowing it was going to be the craziest day of his life, and wondering if he’d survive it.

Monique was walking down the beach. it was getting rather dark now. she has calmed down. she grabbed her volley ball, and started playing around with it. Volley ball was the one way she could forget the world.

Willa walked down to the beach, and looked at the setting sun.
Pretty. She thought.

She decided to lie down for a bit, so she spread out her towel and was glad she decided to wear an oversized shirt over her bathing suit (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]. Her last thought before she accidentily drifted off to sleep was,
I would look so weird with a tan...

((LOL))

Monique was still hitting the ball around. when she got tired, she sat down on the beach and watched the sun set.

Hayden was pleased that the guard uniform had boots instead of shoes; the last thing he wanted was sand in his footwear. The beach was big...and weird. He had never seen the ocean before, and he wasn't sure what to think of it.

Bella ran to Monique "MONIQUE!!!" she shrieked. she hugged her from behind.

Monique screamed at first, very surprised. "Oh gosh Bella you scared the fun out of me!" he said with a laugh

"oh no!!" Bella said. "now your going to be no fun!" she said.

"oh don't worry sweetie, i'll still be fun" she said with a smile. "but it won't be very fun to get yelled at" she said. "come on we need to get you home" she added as she got up and took Bella's hand. she started walking her toward the hotel.

Willa awoke with a small yell to a scream of a little girl.
Oh no! I was out here all night! I must look like a nightmare!

She slowly got up and brushed the sand off her, laughing a little at her carelessness.

Eml wrote: "Hayden was pleased that the guard uniform had boots instead of shoes; the last thing he wanted was sand in his footwear. The beach was big...and weird. He had never seen the ocean before, and he wa..."


"You're looking a bit like a fish out of water there." Willa said as she smiled and came up behind a person in a guards uniform.

Lauren ~I made a ceramic piece of chicken~ wrote: "Eml wrote: "Hayden was pleased that the guard uniform had boots instead of shoes; the last thing he wanted was sand in his footwear. The beach was big...and weird. He had never seen the ocean befor..."

"More like a bird hovering above the pond. Who are you?"

"I'm Willa." She said, then laughed, "Most people out here must think I'm homeless, since my nap out here last night lasted much longer than I expected..."

Hayden shrugged his shoulders, "You just got here right? It hasn't been a full night yet. Just feels that way...I'm looking for a little girl. The King's niece to be precise. Have you seen her?"

"Oh, yes, I saw someone walking up with her back to the hotel a while ago." She replied.

"Great. Just great. I have to head back. Are you coming with?"

"Yeah, I really should. My back is killing me! Tip for the future, don't sleep too long on sand." She laughed, then began to trudge up the beach to the hotel.

"...Are you lonely?" Hayden asked as he walked next to her. He didn't look at her when he said it.

"What do you mean?" She said, and stopped walking for a moment.

Hayden shrugged his shoulders like he usually did when asked a question he didn't want to answer. Why had he asked that? It's better to keep your mouth shut about those sorts of things. "I don't know...just something about the way you talk. The words are too happy, like they're forced. Or like you haven't spoken to people in a while. I mean have you...” He bit his lip. The kind of things he was saying could be interpreted as rude. And while he had no problem telling the average person whatever he really thought, Hayden was clever enough to know the consequences of saying the wrong thing to one of the selected. It was dangerous to upset one of them if he didn’t know what kind of person they were.

Jamie was different; it was easy to read her right away. She has that “gets dressed by birds in the morning” look about her. Which, the more he thought about, the more it annoyed him. No wonder she went after Ryker; he’s the perfect little princely Boy Scout, and would never pressure or push her to do anything. Wouldn’t treat as a woman either though…it took Hayden a moment to realize he was spacing out for longer than what was considered acceptable. “Ugh, never mind forget I said anything."

Eml wrote: "Hayden shrugged his shoulders like he usually did when asked a question he didn't want to answer. Why had he asked that? It's better to keep your mouth shut about those sorts of things. "I don't kn..."

"No, no...it's ok. I just feel kind of uncomfortable here...like I need to be happy and sure of everything I do." Willa started to pick at her nails, "Back home I've always had guy friends, so the other Selected are kinda...intimidating. I swear, some of them wouldn't know what a joke was if it punched them in the face."

To that he laughed, "Yes, you guys are rather horrible. Very needy."

"If I ever insulted one of my guy friends, they'd most likely just laugh then insult me back. But even just looking at one of these lot wrong it might just make me their new worst enemy!" She went on, laughing in disbelief.

"Makes you hopeful for the future of our country doesn't it? Have you met Prince Aaron yet?"

"I have. He doesn't seem all that bad, really. When I arrived I had no idea what to expect." Willa replied.

"I don't think he's been on offical dates with half the girls, he should fix that by the end of this trip." They were outside of the hotel now. "Well, I have to go find a slippery little kid. You know where your room is?"

"Yeah, I do. Thanks for that." She said, and went to herroom.

Except for his boots, Hayden still had his entire uniform on. He had rolled up his pant legs to his knees, so they wouldn't get wet or sandy.

"Hey...So what's up?" Hayden began walking towards the shore. They were the only ones on the beach and with the reflection of the moon on the water Hayden couldn't decide if it was creepy or cool.

"I came to the beach because the lieutenant told me to come. I didn't have a choice in the matter. As for us, I'm not sure what we are."

Jamie got quiet all of a sudden, so Hayden moved close enough to the water so that the waves could brush over his feet. "The ocean is weird." Had he hurt her feelings? Did he care if he did? Hayden sighed and picked up a rock that had been slightly stuck in the sand. He began skipping them over the water. "Jamie...you don't know me. And I'm not sure you want to. We just met the other day, and right now all I have are guesses of who you really are. I'm a complicated person. Being my friend wouldn't be easy, and I wouldn't lie to you to make it simpler. If anything, I might lie to push you away."

"You're never going to know Hayden Todd, I can promise you that." His voice was hollow when he said it and his eyes were haunted by secrets he could never tell. Maybe if he knew her longer, he'd tell her the truth. Inside he was burning, itching to scream it at her. But it was dangerous, and while she seemed like a nice girl, that didn't make her trustworthy. Just gullible and easy to manipulate.

Hayden laughed, "Yes. Go run back to Ryker. He'll tell you everything will be okay, and you won't have to ever hurt your brain thinking about unpleasant thoughts."

He sighed and sat down on the beach, closing his eyes. This was not how he imagined this was going to go. He wasn't sure exactly what he hoped would happen but it was definitely not this. "I keep trying to tell you Jamie, I don't care enough about you to make you my enemy... And you're full of it. You didn't come here to make friends with everybody, you came to become Queen. Then you realized there were better options to court so you've convinced yourself all you want is to 'make friends and be jolly and happy and think nothing about nothing other than yourself.' God I wish I could be that careless, but some of us have responsibilities and lying to make you feel better isn't one of them. Go on, go cry to Ryker you two can be children together."

Eli’s dream moved in and out of events that day, sometimes out of order. First they were in Mr. Alder’s fields, “stealing” oranges. The old man was famous for going on rants about rotten teenagers stealing his fruit, but he had a soft spot for Eli and Claire. When it came to lecturing them, they both knew it was just meaningless jabber meant to scare the younger kids.

After that it fast-forwarded to eating oranges, popcorn, and sugar sticks on the water tower while watching the sun rise. Eli’s mind was still mentally suppressing how they got the sugar sticks. His eyes were struggling to stay open and there was sort of a numb feeling all over him. But, he didn’t really feel tired. They stayed on the tower till the sun had completely risen; Eli swinging both his legs, Claire swinging her good leg. This was the first sunrise since Claire had woken him. By the time the sun rose on his sign-in day, he was already on a train heading towards boot camp.

Most of it was spent in peaceful quiet, Claire plotting her next move, and Eli trying in vain to prepare for it. They had known each other so long it never felt awkward to sit in silence together; they already knew what the other one was thinking. Eli didn’t break the silence till the first splotches of red broke the midnight blue.

“You going to miss me?”
Claire stopped swinging her leg, but continued peeling her orange. A sly smile played on her lips, “Maybe. It’s a possibly.”
“If I write, will you write me back?”
She pretended to think about it, biting into an orange slice. “Another possibility.”
“I’m going to buy you a meca leg.”
Her head swung in his direction, mouth hanging open. “What?”
“I said I’m going to buy you a meca leg. You shouldn’t have to deal with that piece of junk.”
Claire closed her mouth and looked down the long height to the ground, unable to look at him.
“Hey now,” she tried to joke, “don’t pick on Spencer.”
“I can’t believe you named it that,” Eli smiled and shook his head, putting two slices of oranges in his mouth at once.
Claire didn’t respond for a while. She traced imaginary swirls on the floor. “It wasn’t your fault Eli. You don’t have to keep trying to make it up to me.”
“Yes it was. And you can’t tell me otherwise.” Claire’s eyes tightened looking at him. He had the same look on his face that he used to get when he was a moody six year -old. She had hoped he would grow out of it, it had been so many years since he didn’t always have a smile on his face.
“Is that the only reason you still hang out with me?”
“What? Why would you ask that?” Eli asked shocked. Where did that idea come from?
“Why wouldn’t I? You never liked hanging out with me before the accident, and then after you’d never leave my side. What else am I supposed to think? Please try and tell me the only reason you hang out with me isn’t guilt.” Her voice was steel, but her eyes betrayed her. The edges were rimmed with tears.
Eli put down his food and angled his body towards her. Grasping her shoulders on both sides and leaning his forehead against hers. Their eyes were centimeters apart; Eli could make out the gold flecks in her spring green eyes.
“Claire. Listen to me. For once in our lives completely seriously. I love you, and I always have. There’s never been a time when I imagined myself without you right there next to me. The accident is my fault because I never should have pushed you away; it was the same thing as pushing you off the cliff myself because you never should have been there. You should have been with me like always. I was too immature to admit my best friend was a girl…Do you have any idea how terrified I am of tomorrow? Any idea at all? Me the idiot, who runs head first into the water during a hurricane in the slight chance of catching the perfect wave. You know what scares me the most? It’s not the training or horrible clothes, or even the possibility of going to war. It’s that for the first time in both our lives we won’t be able to talk to each other every day. What am I going to do with myself? How am I supposed to function without you there telling me what to do?”

He stared at her for what seemed like forever and an instant at the same time. Eli closed his eyes and leaned heavily on Claire, everything that had been bothering him since the letter came, finally out. After a while, Claire wrapped her arms around Eli and buried her face in his neck. He hugged her back and they stayed like that long after Eli’s arms became stiff; he couldn’t tell if it was because he was clinging to her so tightly, or because they were just fitting back into place, like he had always been attached to her.

Prince Aaron was walking down the beach when he saw Monique playing with he volleyball.

Monique turned around and saw him. she smiled. "come here to admit that i won that round?" she asked

"never" replied Aaron with a smile.

Monique went up to him and gave him a hug. "been a while" she said, as she pulled away from the hug.

"a very long while" added Aaron. "I'm sorry that i wasn't there for you last year" he said.

Monique took a deep breath. "your royalty, why would you be there for me?" she asked.

"because you are too" he said

"no. not any more." Monique Replied.

"if you say so, but you will always be by blood" said Aaron. "so what do you go by now?" he asked

"Monique" she said ignoring the first part.

"what happened to Monica?" he asked

"no one could spell it properly" she said.

he laughed. "so how many has it been? Meghan, Melanie, Maria, Marina, Melisa, Monica, and now Monique" he said listing all the past names she had used.

"you forget Madeline" she said saying her real name for the first time in years.

"you died your hair too" Noticed Aaron. "And what happened to the french Accent?"

"Monique may be a french name, but as you know i despise french" she said.

"I know, I know" he said. "je ditest le frencais, je suis un princessa" he said mimicking her from when they were kids.

She laughed. "i sounded nothing like that" she said.

"that's what you think" he said with a chuckle.

"well, as fun as this was, you better go because there is a guard waiting for you by the hotel door" she said.

"what ever. see ya later then" he said as he waved and left.

Monique sighed, and continued to play around with her volleyball.

((Well now, that's interesting indeed...what color hair does Monique have right now?))

((very dark brown))

Monique bumped the volleyball so hard, that it went flying and ended up hitting Eli on the chest.