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Mar 25, 2020 08:09AM
Vic, Persephone, Brook We get Prince BoRoM
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(But Brook hasn't meet with the prince yet)
( neither has serenity finished hers)
Exactly. It'll be fine.
Key, want me to start?
Key, want me to start?
I'm thinking we'll do something sparkly
נυησ wrote: "Exactly. It'll be fine.Key, want me to start?"
Yesshushshsh
Persephone was actually excited for once. Her midnight black hair in a thick ponytail as she pulled different dress fabrics and rolled them over to her team. Each team was placed in a long room, multiple sewing tables and various jars filled with things. She looked around "Alright, since I have no clue how to do this, Prince Borom, how do we start?" they'd been in this room for very few minutes and she had already figured out who everyone was.
(( Kk ))Vic just gazed in slight amazement in all the materials. Never in his life had he seen so many.. colors. He only knew the basics, like red, orange, green. Of course, he knew that there were so many different types of color- and majority of them here were so rich and flawless.
Borom waved a hand. “I have the Princess’ measurements-“ he mumbled. “She’s a thin one, certainly.” He chuckled. “Ah, just call me Borom like majority. Don’t bother with the formalities.” He flashed a wide smile before sitting at the main table. He was sketching down a few ideas, humming under his breath.
“Victor, right?” The blonde boy snapped to attention and nodded. “Go get some of the jars full of white and silver decor.” The boy nodded and disappeared behind the shelves.
Persephone watched with wide eyes, her hands firmly at her sides in her attempt to stay quiet and control her self before she broke anything "Alrightie...ummm- Is there anyway I can help? Beside sitting on my hands?"
There was a sound of cursing and Vic game back with an armful of jars. “There’s a.. Uh.. mannequin back there..” he mumbled setting the jars down carefully. The tall boy towered over them, but he was just, trying to be gentle. Borom blinked. “Oh! Yes yes- Can you find me midnight black cloth. Preferably silk? Then also Vic- go with her and get some peice of a silver corset-“ his eyes flickered to Persephone. “And Can you help him find it?”
"Ew- don't make her wear one of those. " Persephone wrinkled her nose "It's her birthday-" Not really knowing where she was going with that, she downcasted her gaze and moved to pull a silver corset from the chest mannequin in the closet. "not tall enough" The girl grumbled and looked to Vic "Get it down, please"
He waved a hand. “No no no no-“ he shook his head, motioning to his sides. “It’s for the outside of the dress. It’s gonna be used as decor.” He explained. Vic blinked and looked up, and with ease he pulled it down, a peice dropped on his head and he blanched.
"Oh-" Persephone murmured, grimacing as the object hit Victor on his head. "You're like a Bull in a China Shop" She commented, smirking.
The woman set the corset down and looked around "We should do something that complements her skintone. Don't want her looking orange"
The woman set the corset down and looked around "We should do something that complements her skintone. Don't want her looking orange"
Brook rushed into the room her hair disheveled. "I'm so very sorry I'm late." She huffed
Her dress (view spoiler)
Her dress (view spoiler)
Victor grunted at the comment. “Agreed.” He paused at her words, unsure of what to say. He cleared his throat.Borom hummed and waved a hand. “S’ fine..”
Brook smiled softly and put her hands behind her back. "So,um, I'm Brook."
Persephone looked at Brook "Oh! I remember you. I'm Persephone, but my friends call me Kore" She looked at Borom warily before stepping over to Brook. "The big Guy? He's victor.."
Brook smiled at Persephone. "Is he, um, Oliver's suiter?"
"Technically he can attract either prince, as neither are fully straight. But I think Vickies on Mavis' list" Kore shrugged.
Brook smiled softly. "Isn't that crazy? All is girls in hopes one Prince will marry us, but instead they marry a guy?"
"Honestly? I don't want to be here" Kore's voice lowered and she looked around "I couldn't give a flying fuck what would happen-"
Brook looked at Kore with wide eyes. "So, you don't want to be a rich queen?"
"No. I want someone to care for me, " Kore shrugged.
"Wouldn't one of the princes?" She questioned .
"I just...Don't want the life I'd get. A life of having everything strewn about and publicized?" Kore shook her head
Brook nodded. "Your right. I can understand that."
Victor flinched, and looked to side, “I’m on.. Mavis’ list yeah..” he said quietly, setting down the corset parts with a quiet thud. Borom thanked him and bit his lip, grumbling as he looked at it. “Think you can get them separated a bit at the top?”Vic blinked and wrapped his hands around the top, pushing them outward a bit. Borom gleefully clapped.
She looked at them, rolling her eyes. Persephone looked disappointed for the most part and came over, placing her hands on the empty table "Gentle Giant. I address you when I ask this. What made you want to enter the selection?" Her eyes scanned Boroms face quickly before attracting her gaze back to Vic.
Vic flinched, and stopped pulling. “Ah.. don’t call me that, he said quietly. “Please..” he added. Keeping a blank expression, the male continued to separate the top more. “..a friend of mine entered my name. It was a joke.” He said.
"Oops. Sorry." Kore apologized quickly, her gaze softening. " Uhm. I joined to escape my family. My dad was honestly crazy. He'd come home and-" Her gaze hardened "I stayed for my younger sister, she's 4."
Brook smiled softly. "I joined because it was my parents dream for me. Daddy says I'm his little princess. Says if I'm his princess, may e I can be everyones."
Broom chuckled quietly. “I’m just here to help my royal Friends out and make sure everybody has the perfect dresses-“ He hummed, his eyes flickered to them. “What Caste’s are you all from.”Vic closed his eyes and wretched an iron band to one side, Borom cringed.
Brook walked over to a bench full of fabrics and ran her fingers over it. "I'm a three. I'm a librarian."
Borom cocked his head to the side. “Hmm, nice.” He chuckled. “And you?” He looked at Kore and Vic. The tall man stayed quiet, eyes narrowed as he focused on moving the pieces properly. He had shed his fancy dress coat.
"An eight. I used to help out with my neighborhoods kids, earn extra cash while being treated like garbage. As y'all can tell, I have quite the mouth on me. " Kore replied and shrugged "Not really even supposed to be in the country. My family-" She cut herself off.
Vic swallowed and rubbed the side of his face. “Eight..” he said quietly. “I... run a recovery center.. ‘s the only thing we have close to a therapy place or hospital..” he said quietly.
Persephone grimaced and bit her lip "Listen, Victor, Now that you're a three, I'm sure you can contribute and help out with the eights in your community. Get a nice job and help others. I'll probably go back to Greece." The female shrugged.
Victor closed his eyes, cutting his finger on a piece of the waist section. The male didn’t react. He didn’t respond to her words, just shook his head. “Can’t..” he said quietly. Borom flinched at the slight of blood and shot up to go get bandages.
"Here" Persephone pullled out a decent sized bandage and gave it to Victor. "Borom sit down"
Borom froze in his place and Vic blinked. He grinned stupidly and held his hand realllllll close to Borom’s face. The prince let out a shrill scream and fell back, Vic roared with laughter.
Kore glared and slapped Borom's bicep harshly. "Real dick move. B, are you okay?" She comes over and begins helping him up, but just falling on top of him.
