HJ-Pinnelipe
Cadet
((I'm going to start a thread with a situation. This situation is not to be the sort that can grow into an epic journey, just a small one that people can roleplay with others within to get a feel for the characters they might wish to play.))
The music was deffinately well played as skirts twirled and dress shoes clicked against the marble floor of the large manor's ball room. The room was lit bright with magically created lights so that it was hard to tell whether it might be day or night unless one walked out onto the terrace or through the small garden. Everyone seemed to be laughing and dancing and having a generally merry old time.
Claes wasn't enjoying a moment of it.
The music made her ears twitch everytime a sour note was accidentally struck. The squeals of surprise as some naughty old man's hand slipped during a dance made her small nose wrinkle with dstaste of the situation. She hadn't specifically dressed for the situation to attract dance partners, choosing to dress as she normally did in her blue dress with the gold buttons up the front and white, ruffle filled slip underneath. The shoulders with gold tassles made her look like an odd mixture of military sergeant and ballroom belle, the skirt ending a few inches below her knees to show thick blue stockings and plain leather boots. No, she wasn't here for fun and games. In fact her thoughts were still trying to straighten why she was here.
Slender, white gloved fingers pushed the bridge of her gold rimmed glasses up her nose, the white lace from her flaring sleeves barely brushing her skin. She should be studying! Not be sent out here for the sheer purpose of diplomatic relations.
Just then, a dancing couple came close to her, almost crushing her feet as they passed and she stumbled. Her back hit the wall thankfully before she fell, but the smell of the woman's perfume hit her nose strongly.
"Oh...oh...ah..choo!" She wiggled her nose as she dug into her breast pocket for her small folded handkerchief. Why couldn't people use more natural scents!? It didn't take long for another sneeze to start to come on, but just before it came, she was startled out of the very thought of it with the sudden appearance of a young man at her elbow, leading her energetically to the dance floor. A blonde curtain of straight, long hair fell over one warm gray eye and lense on one side of her face as her mouth opened in horror. Was he forcing her into a dance!? She didn't know how to dance. "Wait! Stop this minute! Stop, I said!" Her voice seemed drowned out by the other dancers and her protests accounted to the squezzing through the crowd. A resignated sigh passed her lips as she calmed and began to follow reluctantly to the spot intended. Perhaps the man would spread the word of her clumsy feet and she would never have to worry about this silly practice ever again.
The music was deffinately well played as skirts twirled and dress shoes clicked against the marble floor of the large manor's ball room. The room was lit bright with magically created lights so that it was hard to tell whether it might be day or night unless one walked out onto the terrace or through the small garden. Everyone seemed to be laughing and dancing and having a generally merry old time.
Claes wasn't enjoying a moment of it.
The music made her ears twitch everytime a sour note was accidentally struck. The squeals of surprise as some naughty old man's hand slipped during a dance made her small nose wrinkle with dstaste of the situation. She hadn't specifically dressed for the situation to attract dance partners, choosing to dress as she normally did in her blue dress with the gold buttons up the front and white, ruffle filled slip underneath. The shoulders with gold tassles made her look like an odd mixture of military sergeant and ballroom belle, the skirt ending a few inches below her knees to show thick blue stockings and plain leather boots. No, she wasn't here for fun and games. In fact her thoughts were still trying to straighten why she was here.
Slender, white gloved fingers pushed the bridge of her gold rimmed glasses up her nose, the white lace from her flaring sleeves barely brushing her skin. She should be studying! Not be sent out here for the sheer purpose of diplomatic relations.
Just then, a dancing couple came close to her, almost crushing her feet as they passed and she stumbled. Her back hit the wall thankfully before she fell, but the smell of the woman's perfume hit her nose strongly.
"Oh...oh...ah..choo!" She wiggled her nose as she dug into her breast pocket for her small folded handkerchief. Why couldn't people use more natural scents!? It didn't take long for another sneeze to start to come on, but just before it came, she was startled out of the very thought of it with the sudden appearance of a young man at her elbow, leading her energetically to the dance floor. A blonde curtain of straight, long hair fell over one warm gray eye and lense on one side of her face as her mouth opened in horror. Was he forcing her into a dance!? She didn't know how to dance. "Wait! Stop this minute! Stop, I said!" Her voice seemed drowned out by the other dancers and her protests accounted to the squezzing through the crowd. A resignated sigh passed her lips as she calmed and began to follow reluctantly to the spot intended. Perhaps the man would spread the word of her clumsy feet and she would never have to worry about this silly practice ever again.
As they say, anything is better then nothing and even the thought matters. If I botched what you wanted up you could have given a better description.))
