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Post by Friday on Apr 16, 2006 21:33:04 GMT -5
We still need a title but oh well. Meg and I think that there is enough fantasy stuff with werewolves and vampires, so we decided to start our own. LOL.
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Post by Friday on Apr 16, 2006 21:45:09 GMT -5
Catalina sat brushing her ringlets of brown hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror. A pair of hazel eyes stared back with a fair complexion free of freckles. Catalina prided herself for her flawless complexion and wanted to keep it that way. She was still in her undergarments and was not looking foreward to Pamila, her maid, helping her into her corset. She was reading herself for the party that was to be held tonight. It was important that she look her best. Everyone of importance would be there. Catalina was looking for prospective suitors and hoped she found one before her mother did for her.
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Post by Monday on Apr 16, 2006 22:18:53 GMT -5
((yay!!! we finally started one! lol.))
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Post by Monday on Apr 16, 2006 22:30:26 GMT -5
"Elizabeth! Wake up! It's nearly noon and we have a lot of work to do today!" cried Eliza's mother from outside of her door. "Uhhh..." is all she could manage to reply. Today was the day of the big ball. That ment that anyone who was anyone would be there, including William Price. Atleast her best friend Catalina would be there to help her escape from him... She got up and took a look at her dismal reflection. Her dirty blond hair was unfashionably straight, and though she had tried to curl it time and time agian it would never last long. Her gray blue eyes though mached her mood: determined and inpatient.
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Post by Friday on Apr 17, 2006 21:16:45 GMT -5
Pamila walked in holding Catalina's corset. She groaned when she saw it. She hated having to wear one. "Can't I go without one today?" she pleaded knowing what the answer would be. "No, miss. We all know you can go without one but you lose at least an inch when you wear one." Pamila informed her laying it on the bed, as she grabbed the brush out of Catalina's hands and started brushing her hair. Catalina released the brush and let Pamila take over knowing that it was hopeless to argue. Pamila had been her maid since she was thirteen. Even though Pamila was older they were still good friends more than master and servant.
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Post by Monday on Apr 17, 2006 22:13:17 GMT -5
((lol. pamila. like in in a fortnight. lol))
Eliza slowly got out of bed and rang the door bell for her maid Cindy to come up. cindy was about as old as time itself, and the other people around the house had started to place bets on how long she would last till she finally kicked the can. Picking clothes was Eliza's best quality. she decided on a baby blue dress which would accent her stormy eyes, which in her opionion was her best quality. after she had dressed and eaten breakfast she would ask her mother to let her go and visit Catalina. She needed to tell her about the friendship ruining mistake that Will had just made.
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Post by Friday on Apr 17, 2006 22:29:00 GMT -5
((I didn't even realize it. lol.))
((quality))
Pamila finished brushing Catalina's hair and pulled a pink dress out of Catalina's closet. It was rather plain but still pretty. Catalina would not wear the pink dress to the ball. She would change for it later. Catalina winced when she saw the pink dress. She hated pink but her mother would be thrilled that she was wearing it. "So how about for today you keep me at twenty inches and for the ball tonight you can cinch me up to nineteen?" Catalina asked. Pamila shook her head and a finger at her charge,"You know that if your mother finds out, you will be in trouble." "I don't care, I would rather be able to breathe for the majority of the day."
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Post by Monday on Apr 17, 2006 22:36:02 GMT -5
((lol.))
Eliza, try as she might, could not get cindy to go past the speed of snail, and was so impatient to talk to her friend that she shoved a bagel and her mouth and waved good-bye. she got one of their family's foot men and headed for the family carrige. it was a short distance to catalina's but young ladies never went anywhere alone. Especially if it involved boys her age which ment that every time will came to visit someone would be in the room with them. it was rather rediculous, in her opinion, because will and her would never become anything more than just good friends.
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Post by Friday on Apr 17, 2006 22:48:35 GMT -5
Catalina stood up and braced herself against the dressing table. "I hope you know that I despise you for this." Catalina informed Pamila as she grabbed the corset. Pamila laughed at Catalina and smiled mischeviouly as she settled the corset around her waist. "You will love me when all the young gentlemen notice you for your petit waist." Catalina took a deep breath before Pamila tightened it. She nodded telling her maid she could go ahead and cinch it. With a sharp tug the awful thing tightened around her waist and she gasped. Pamila chukled to herself as she tugged harder,"You're only at twenty-one right now. you still have another inch." Catalina groaned.
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Post by Monday on Apr 18, 2006 22:14:19 GMT -5
When Eliza arrived at the doorstep accomanied by her footman she rang to door bell and curtseyed politley when the maid opened the door. She was the perfect image of what society commanded. Her hair was neat and properly adorned on her head. her dress was crisp and fit her perfectly as all young ladies must be like. If you had seen her a year ago,however, it would be like seeing a completley different person. when she was young all of the help around the house would call her the "little hellion" and would have nothing to do with her. she wore dresses made for comfort instead of refinement just like her messy and unkepted hair. But her "coming out" year had changed all that. she had been sent to a finishing school at the age of 15 to become a "proper young lady" along with her friend Catalina, which was when they truly became the best of freinds. before hand her best friends mostly consisted of boys, but her mother never did like the idea. when she came back to england a year older she started to be pranced around like a pretty doll for sale, trying to find a possibal suiter, and in the process losssing almost all boys as justfriends except for Will, and now he seemed to be drifting away as well... "Good evening madame." she siad to the maid, sweeping her a beautiful curtsy. "May I inquire if Catalina is home?"
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Post by Friday on Apr 18, 2006 22:21:56 GMT -5
"She is Miss Elizabeth, I think she is expecting you. Come on in." The maid said opening the door wide for her. Catalina saw the carriage drive up and her friend emerge through her window. Finnaly with a last sharp tug Pamila got her corset on. "One of these days I'm going to burn all the corsets in the world," she said putting on the pink dress. Pamila laughed and started putting away miscalanious items around the room. "You do that." Catalina ran out of her room and down the stairs and said,"Eliza, you're here!" The maid at the door smiled at Eliza and left, confidant that the situation was under control.
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Post by Monday on Apr 18, 2006 22:45:50 GMT -5
Eliza waved to the footman, signaling him to go wait in the carriage. She reached out and embraced her friend. "I'm sorry to say that I have dreadful news to tell you!" she explained to her friend. "It's about Will."
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Post by Friday on Apr 18, 2006 22:52:21 GMT -5
"What happened?" Catalina asked worriedly embracing Eliza back. "He's alright isn't he? He was fine when he called yesterday." Will and come by to talk to her father on some business matters and had said hello to Catalina.
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Post by Monday on Apr 19, 2006 20:14:17 GMT -5
"Oh he's fine all right!" exclaimed Eliza, still very much upset with him. "He's fine with leaving England and going off to join some boating company, and leaving one of his best friends along the way!" she said pouting just a little bit.
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Post by Friday on Apr 19, 2006 20:18:57 GMT -5
"He's actually leaving," Catalina asked incrediously, "He said he was yesterday, but I thought he was just joking." It was common knowledge that Catalina did not get along with Will very well. They both kept a polite face to the public and exchanged pleasentries to keep face. All it was though was a facade.
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