[ ♦ ] The Selection [n/a] [Starting]

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The Report

"Welcome back to The Report! Today is the arrival of our beloved young ladies. Their day is going to filled with a new makeover by only the best stylist in all of Illéa. All girls in every province is going to want to be just like each of them after this. New gowns, new hair, new nails, and a new look to impress our very own Prince Kalum. After their makeover, they will be sent to their rooms where they will be able to style them however they wish and will be introduced to their three maids who will be caring for them during their stay. The next day will come with the first meeting with the Prince and his parents, King William and Queen Amelia. From there own, the Prince will eliminate those he knows he will not fall in love with and spend one on one time with each girl. Let the Selection begin!"

Let it begin!

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[ ♦ ] Amelia Field-Schreave | 39 | One | Location: Garden | Mood: Joyful | Tags: Open

Amelia sat in the garden on a cool stone bench. Birds chirped around her filling her ears with the songs of their day and the sweet scent of blossoms filled her lungs with each breath. She could see two guards standing next to the door, their eyes trained not only on her but the area around. Amelia sighed heavily and looked up towards the sky. The girls were to arrive today and the palace will or was already buzzing with activity as the girls received their first makeovers. She stared off, her eyes focused on nothing important as her mind went back to the first day she got here during her Selection.

It was on a day much worse than this one. It was during Spring, like this one, but on the day she arrived it was pouring down. They weren't prepared for it to rain so by the time Amelia got inside, she was dripping wet. All the other girls had arrived before her and before the rain but she ended up coming at the perfect time for it to hit. She had been ushered into the Women's room right away. All eyes were on her that second as she stepped in. Some girls giggled while others held pity, or was it sympathy, in their gaze. Everything after that on that day went by in a blur.

[ ♦ ] Octavia Knight | 16 | Eight | Hudson | Location: Women's Room | Mood: Overwhelmed | Tags: Open

Octavia stepped out of the black limo, her raggedy clothes feeling out of place among the suits and dresses that she had met with throughout the morning. She was ushered in through the large double doors of the palace. Her green eyes widened at the sight of the golden fixtures and marble flooring. The only word she could say was, "Woah." Nothing else came to her mind in that moment but she felt satisfied with her chosen word. A lady waved for her to follow and she did as she was told but her gaze couldn't stay on the lady before her for very long as they moved along the hallways, her gaze taking in each detail.

As they came closer to the Women's room, Octavia shook her head. Remember why you came here. Get a good meal. Get good clothes and jewelry. And then skip town. Simple. She smiled to herself slightly, her plan filling up her thoughts. She was going to steal as much as she could and when it was her time to go, she would take it back and sell it for money. She of course had already automatically risen to a Three just for being chosen but she still thought that she could use the money. The other money she would receive from just being here would be given directly to her since she had no living relatives to give it to.

Before she knew it, she was inside the Women's Room and was being pulled into a chair. A women looked her over with a critical eye. "So lets talk about your style, what kind of idea do you want to spread to the people about yourself?" Octavia glanced off and shrugged, "I would like to keep it simple but I want to be seen as myself." The lady nodded, slightly disappointed. She motioned for two ladies to come over, she spoke to them briefly before they came over. One girl with black hair and dark brown eyes began to do her hair while the other, a brunette like herself with hazel eyes, started doing her makeup.

[~Macmanus~]

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kalum Schreave ~~~~~~~~~~~ Tags: Amelia~~~~~~~~ Location: Garden ~~~~~~~~

Kalum sighed. His brilliantly blue eyes closed slowly and his hands folded behind his back. His chest was out and his chin was high, it always was. His mother (or at least, her maid, his nurse) had not raised a slob, after all. He opened his eyes, taking in the warmth and light around him. The sunlight illuminated the man as he walked through the garden, on his raven black hair, on his fair skin, and on the tips of the teeth that could be seen through his tightly closed jaws. His least attractive feature, he thought. He had always hated his stupid, messed-up jaw, although he had been born with it.

His attention was drawn to a lady sitting on a stone bench near the centre of the garden. As he approached, the guards who were accompanying him stepped to the side, keeping their eye on the prince, but attempting to give him a bit of an illusion of privacy. He had never truly known privacy. He imagined that it felt nice.

"Mother." He greeted, moving his arm before him as he bowed respectfully to her. He could be casual with her, she was his mother after all. But casual was just so boring.

"Excited for the day? I heard the cars earlier, the ladies are arriving."

[Haruko,]

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xxxName: Rose Brooks
AAAAge: 18
AAAGender: Female
AAASexuality: Heterosexual
AAAProvince: Panama
AAACaste: 3
AAALocation: Women's Room
AAAMood: Distrustful
AAATags: Open

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She let her gaze drift out the window as the automobile slid to a silent halt. Rose had chosen a black hoodie along with a pair of faded jeans. Though she could feel many prying eyes on her figure as she stepped out of the car, Rose never really "dressed to impress" either way. The palace was grand, but the only surprise that showed was the small flash in her eye. As she stepped into the hall, Rose resisted the urge to trail her fingers on the wallpaper. She soon entered the Women's room, where someone was already being worked on.

A lady with glasses approached her and grabbed her arm, dragging her to a nearby chair. All of her instincts wanted to pull away from her touch and she could feel a small scowl tugging at her lips, but she decided to give the woman a chance. The lady observed her for a bit, turning Rose's face this way and that, and then suggested,"Not bad. Perhaps want to give a shot at some pinks. Any themes?" Frowning now, Rose said, "I prefer as little makeup as possible..Something that sets me apart, but not noticeable until you look at it closely. Kind of like when you look at a rose, but upon closer inspection, you can see the fallen dew upon it. I would like darker colors.." The woman chuckled and said "Interesting. A challenge. I haven't had one like that in a while, now." Leaning closer, she winked at me, saying, "Mm.. I think I got an idea for this. Now, sit down here for me, will you?" Rose settled into the reclining chair and sat as still as possible as the lady and a few of her assistants set to work on her. In honest, Rose didn't feel comfortable being tended to like this. What was she, some sort of dainty, dumb, docile princess who had to sit there and look pretty, smile, wave for the cameras? Rose didn't trust anyone here, not even herself at times.

[monta,]

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female ♦ nineteen ♦ caste four ♦ waverly
tags. octavia, rose (mentioned briefly)

[ ✖ ] — The brunette carefully stepped out of the limousine that she had been riding in for hours on end from the exhausting journey from Waverly to the castle of Angeles. She had worn her favorite dress, a milky yellow floor-grazing gown accented with various embroideries in fine white thread with no crinoline nor a petticoat was worn underneath to allow the favored garment hang at full-length and gently graze against the floor as she walked—she had always been one to dress nicely when meeting those of higher status—plain cream-toned flats on her feet prevented accentuating her height. Who wanted to marry a lady that stood at 6 feet while wearing heels, after all? She straightened out her slightly wrinkled skirt as she was escorted into the palace, her flats creating a gentle clicking noise as a maid lead her to the Women's room to begin her makeover. She knew that her dress would be removed and replaced with nicer gowns provided by the palace, but Alisanne didn't seem to mind this thought.

After turning a few corners, she was ushered through a door and into the Women's room, calmly taking note of the other girls that had already arrived. She sat in a chair as a particularly vivacious women began asking her various questions about her preferred style from anything ranging from fabric blends to prefered colors. "Now then, any preferences for makeup and hair?" The woman asked as two other girls approached, various brushes for anything from buffing to brushing hair in tow. "Something fresh-faced, very dewy, with lots of bronze colors. Perhaps a soft, copper-toned eyeshadow—never a smokey-eye—and a nude lip. Matte, preferably. As for hair, how about a loosely-braided updo? Think 'I've been wearing my hair like this for the past week.' kind of loose. Oh, and contour as little as possible." She explained elaborately, creating gestures towards her face in the spots where she wanted certain products, or towards her hair to where she wanted the braids to hang. She knew exactly how she wanted everything, and wasn't afraid to take it upon herself to edit anything they got wrong, ignoring the brush that was being tugged through her wavy locks by one of the girls from before as she continued answering the woman, gingerly scrunching up her nose as the other girl set to work on brushing various products onto her face.

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Eden Mercy Denver
[female|19|caste 6|Carolina|tags: open]

Eden jolted awake when the car she had been riding in braked to a halt. She must've fallen asleep during the car ride. Lately she'd been working overtime to get the money to provide for her sister while she was gone, despite being bumped up to caste 3 anyways. It was a sad goodbye when she stepped into that car, plunging into a whole new life. Stepping out of the car, her sandals slapped against the pavement, her torn jeans and flowing shirt seeming unfit against the majestic palace. What she hadn't realized was she'd have to wear something nice. Oh well, certainly they provided her with something? Maybe she should have done some research.

It was hard not to gawk at the inside of the towering castle as she was escorted to the Women's room. A petite little lady led her to a chair in front of a mirror. She and a few other ladies scanned her from head to toe before bombarding her with questions. "Shoes? Dress? Hair? Makeup?" They talked so fast she could barely make sense of them all. Finally they stopped blabbering, looking at her with expectant expressions. "Um..." She shifted uncomfortably in the chair. She had no idea what to say, so she just decided to wing it. "Well something flexible for the dress? And preferably sandals for the shoes-" Eden wiggled her toes to emphasize. "-also preferably as little makeup as possible. I don't mind the odd lip gloss or eyeshadow, but no overdoing it. For my hair.... just curl it? I don't want anything too elaborate." At first they seemed disappointed with her answer but then perked up and set to work, crowding around her. It was quite overwhelming, but she sat still obediently.

[Boxen.]

Olivia Barnes
17 ;; Caste 7 ;; Lakedon ;; Feeling: Unsure ;; Tags: N/A

She stared at the palace as her vehicle ground to a halt, her eyes widening at the elegance it held. Her face fell slightly as she remembered the teary farewells of her parents and brothers, Noah had even given her his beloved toy rabbit for 'good luck'. It made her smile as she gently placed hand over the small shoulder bag she carried, packed with various books and the previously mentioned rabbit. After thanking the driver she gently pushed open the door of the car and firmly stepped hesitantly onto the smoothed stone, her black flats making a light click as her black summer dress fluttered around her legs, it was stained a barely noticeable colour at the hem but was the only 'nice' outfit she owned. As a gentle breeze whistled around her, she placed a hand on her broad white hat that suddenly threatened to blow away.

A small, blonde haired lady came down the castle stairs to greet her, smiling tiredly before turning around, gesturing for Ollie to follow. As the maid escorted her through the castle, Ollie decided on a wim to try and make small talk. She seemed confused at first but soon started smiling and, in a few minutes, they were talking about a whole manner of things as they neared the women's room.

The Maid held open the door as she walked in before leading her over to an open chair. Taking a quick glance around, she suddenly felt very out of place. Everyone else seemed to know exactly what they wanted whilst she had never even touched makeup, let alone how to use it. "So, how would you like to look?" The maid from earlier stood behind her and looked her over with a kind gaze. Ollie spent a few minutes thinking as she nervously played with her dress before taking a deep breath. "Um, well... I was thinking, in terms of makeup, maybe just some mascara and a little lip-gloss." The maid nodded as she let out a shy smile. "Oh and for my hair, maybe just something simple like a halo or milkmaid braid." Humming, the maid took off her hat and bag and started to work, applying the makeup in a few minutes before starting on her hair.

[rentropy]

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[ age ] nineteen [ location ] women's room
[ caste ] three [ province ] yukon [ tags ] n/a

Ryli had been silent the entire ride to the castle. When the car pulled to a stop, she happily hopped out and stood for a moment, looking around. She hadn't exactly dressed up for this. She never really 'dressed up' for anything. Even her work clothes were basic at best, especially since there was never really any need to 'dress to impress' in a court room, usually just a nice pair of shoes. Today she wore a pair of old, black sneakers, a worn hoodie her brother had leant her a while back, and a pair of black jeans. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail for the time being, and her black-rimmed glasses. Ryli wasn't a big fan of spring, since even if it was sunny, it was never particularly warm, and that often caused her glasses to fog. She bounced on the balls of her feet for a moment before deciding to just take everything in stride and began her walk to the castle.

As she approached the castle, she started to realize just how large it was. She was greeted at the base of the stairs by a young lady not much older than her, whose brunette hair was in a braid over her shoulder. Ryli dipped her head in acknowledgement, offering a smile and a compliment to the woman, who thanked her and led her inside. For a moment, Ryli almost thought they were aimlessly wandering, but they soon halted at a door, which was held open for her to enter. She thanked the woman, who she now believed to be a maid, and entered the room. The Maid quickly ushered her over to an open chair in the room already full of people. Ryli sat easily, looking around at the other girls. She came to the conclusion that they must all be the other chosen.

Her and the young brunette were soon joined by a few other women. An older lady with graying hair came to her and began asking a few questions, "What would you like to wear, dear? Any opinions on how we style your hair? What about for make-up?" The bombardment of questions through Ryli off for a moment before she came to her sensed and answered the questions one by one. "Uhm... well, I usually don't wear much makeup... usually just some mascara and eyeliner.. maybe some darker eyeshadow? A color than would go with my hair... aanndd... same for lipstick, I guess? But nothing more than that, please, Ryli took a deep breath after that spiel, taking a moment to now think about what she would wear. "Uh... I tend to appreciate black and red more than other colors. I don't really want anything too... what's the word... extravegent. I'm guess I don't want it to be too simple either, just something... in the middle? And my hair, just take out the ponytail and do whatever you want with it... just leave it down, please." And with those suggestions, the ladies set off to work. It was interesting, having people dress you. It had only occured once before for her, and it was because she needed to pick out some nice suits to start working as an intern. It had been nothing like this, though. She had been a bit wary of coming to the Selection, rather unsure of how she had been chosen for it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all?