The Selection RP discussion
note: This topic has been closed to new comments.
Archived Selections
>
Sophia Day's Room
date
newest »
newest »
Mod
Sophia headed into her room, and flopped down onto the enormous bed. Well, she could get used to this...
*curtsy* hello miss Sophia i am Talia and i will be you maid. How may i help you?
"Whoa!" her head shot up, surprised. There was someone else in the room. Alright, then. "Uh, hi. Maid?" Well... This would be interesting.
Talia asks "will you need me to fluff you pillow? do you need a glass of water or anything?" oh gosh hopefully she isnt bossy *smiles*
"Uh..." she blinked. She swallowed. "Er..."
"Do you need to rest, miss? Im sure you do its been a long day for all of us"
She stared at her, opened her mouth, closed it, and held her hands out in a questioning manner. She was fighting an extreme inner battle as to what the heck she was supposed to do.
Talia stared at Sophia waiting for a request well this is awkward
She made an odd squeaking noise, and ran her hand through her hair.
"well, if there's nothing i can do for you. Then i must get going and help make your dresses. If that's alright with you of course?"
"Dresses?" she managed to say, after, opening and closing her mouth a few times.
"oh, yes of course! We want you to look absolutely your best for the prince. Isn't that what you'll like miss? To have the prince awed?"
She blinked slowly. "Uh... We have to wear dresses?"
"uh yes miss. are you okay with that?" im so confused. surly she would like to dress like a princess
"No. Any way I could... Uh... Skip on the ballgowns?"
"Uh yes miss. anything you say!" Talia smiles
"Really? Cool. Uh, well, I'm just gonna go now..." she slowly backed toward the door, and as soon as she was out, broke into a run. That smiling girl gave her the creeps. She wasn't going to be there everyday... Right?
*lets out a deep sigh* well that was awkward! *tides up the space*
tallia knocks softly no one answered so she walked in... no one was in there so talia made a not for sophia *writes note* Miss Sophia I got as you requested. Pants! i hope you like the - your maid talia "there i hope she likes them"
Sophia skipped down the hallway to her room happily, her wet hair dripping onto the stone floor. Her boots made satisfying clicks on the floor when she skipped, and she rather liked the sound. She stopped at her room, and entered it, collapsing onto her bed. Her meeting with the queen had worn her out... She was glad she'd found the hose. Otherwise, she might have been talking in "pleases" and "thanks yous" the whole day...
Dante knocked on yet another girls door and braced himself for some more polite talk. How on Earth was torturing him supposed to find him a wife? Why did he even need a wife? He was 19 for goodness sake. No, he reminded himself, he was the Prince, and he had a duty.
Expecting her maid, she sighed. "I don't need you at the moment, thanks!" She shouted. Her head fell back onto her pillow, as she sighed. She couldn't see why she needed a maid, anyway... She could dress herself. Having someone else want to do it was... Weird...
A laugh escaped Dante's lips. "What a pity. I was simply hoping to have a chat, but if you agree that it's not needed, well..." he teased.
Her brow creased in puzzlement. That was strange... Her maid wasn't a guy the last time she che- Oh! "Oops..." she muttered, getting off the bed, and running to the door. She opened it, her hair still soaking wet. "Er, hi... Sorry, I thought you were the girl who keeps trying to convince me to let her undress me..."
"You flatter me, truly, but I do not want to undress you." he said with a completely straight face. "That is rushing quite a bit far ahead in this point of our relationship, don't you agree? Don't take it personally... I mean, you're very pretty." Oh great. Just great. Man, he sure knew how to be smooth. "And, well, I am just making this whole situation worse, so I'll just stop talking."
She laughed. "Well, if you promise that you don't want to undress me, I suppose you can come in. And really, there's no need to stop... Honestly, I never stop talking... I talk all the time. And now I should really stop too. I see what you mean..." She stuffed her fist in her mouth, to keep from talking.
Dante reached over to take the girl's fist out of her mouth. "There's no need for you too. Personally, I think that it's better than us sitting here in silence, staring awkwardly at each other." he said.
"True... Oh! Right..." She got out of the way of the door. "Er, come on in..."
"Thanks," he said and asked a question that he had asked more than once today. "So, what things do you enjoy doing?" he asked, almost monotonously.
"What do I enjoy doing? Hm... Uh..." She considered. "Well, I like making weird faces... I like skipping... I like climbing trees... Um... What do you like to do?"
"Oh, I like, err, doing stuff." he replied. After 19 years, Dante had mastered the art of pretending to pay attention while he zoned out of long meetings.
"Oh, how very interesting. Sounds pretty dull, being a prince, if all you ever do is stuff... One thing, huh? How fun..."
"This is coming from the girl that likes to make funny faces." Dante said even though he admitted that the 'doing stuff' line was lame.
"And are you implying that I am dishonest?" Dante asked, almost amused. His full attention was on her now.
"Yep. Because no one likes doing "stuff". Stuff includes everything! By saying that, you're saying you like doing... Um... Dusting the furniture?"
"Actually, my friend, 'stuff' is a word of perspective." he replied. "While dusting the furniture is not something I often do for fun, it's not the worst thing possible. Some stuff is worse, but let's assume that I'm referring to good stuff." Dante smiled.
She smiled back. "Good stuff like... what?"
He wrinkled his nose in thought. "Like magical rainbow ponies."
"Magical rainbow ponies? You like doing magical rainbow ponies?" She laughed. "Wait, do you actually have magical rainbow ponies here?"
"Again, it's all perspective." he winked.
"Exactly." he said. "Well, I'm afraid that our time together is drawing to and end, but it's been very refreshing talking to you."
She nodded. "You as well... You, at least, seem mostly normal."
He smirked, "Please tell that to my cousins." he said. "Goodbye, Sophia. It's been a pleasure."
"You can call me Soph, if you want. Nobody has time to say three syllables these days. Why my parents decided to give me such a long name, I'll never know..."
"Soph, I hope to see you again." he smiled and walked out of her room.
"You can go... I don't need you for anything." She sighed. That girl was back...
((lol sorry I maid her creepy lol))"are you sure? nothing? not even snacks?" talia sighed and thought im just doing my job
"No. I'm not hungry." Her stomach decided that that would be a perfect time to let out a loud grumble. ((No, she just finds it weird to be waited on.))
((oh lol))"are you sure miss?" talia said not fully convinced
"Yes, I'm sure. You can go." How many hours until supper? She groaned at the sight of the clock.
"um miss if i saw correctly I think the prince walked out of here" she squealed
"Congratulations, you are officially not blind. I was worried for a minute there."
She sighed, running her hand through her hair, and realizing that it was still wet.
This topic has been frozen by the moderator. No new comments can be posted.
Room For:
Sophia Day (18):Sophia's SUPER awkward when she doesn't know what's going on. Oftentimes she'll just stand there, nodding, like she know's what you're talking about. She'll also spontaneously burst out into laughter. She loves to joke around, have fun, and do stuff with her life.
Taila Taylor (17): Sweet, fun loving, caring, Respectful