⊰ ( the elite ) ⊱

[seattle]

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──────────── the pretty boy ──────
( position ) sumner elite ( age ) seventeen ( location ) gentlemen's lounge ( tagged ) basically everyone bc he's gossiping to himself

robyn's heart fluttered as his eyelids did when that familiar beep of his alarm eased him out of a deep sleep. it was the fateful day before the fateful day, after all, as if it wasn't obvious by the cheesy grin plastered to his face as he hopped out of bed. it wasn't often that robyn was excited to get up, but after the gazette results, he couldn't be more ready. it wasn't that he was pumped to marry his life away to either the prince or the princess- they were wonderful, no doubt about that- but the sheer thought of breaking the mundane routine of his usual life was enough to put him in a good mood. sumner was alright, good weather and all, but he was absolutely sure that royal life would be drastically different from hanging around the stables all day. sure, he loved the horses; but growing up around hay got pretty dull after a while.

the past few weeks had been a whirlwind of camera flashes and studying up on royal lifestyle. it was pretty exciting, meeting everyone in the selection; they all came from different provinces, so the congregation of strangers was brand new for everyone. he hadn't exactly become close to anyone yet, but there were a few he enjoyed talking to. atticus seemed to be an interesting guy, and lucas had always been kind. beauregard was another elite robyn always kept an eye out for, but they hadn't been able to converse much, mostly due to mutual shyness. besides, robyn was mostly preoccupied with the dazzling prince and princess. adeline never failed to turn heads when she entered the room, and taro was the less pronounced knight in shining armor, for lack of better term. robyn was modestly surprised when he found himself on the leaderboards, but also a bit conflicted. both siblings brought butterflies to his stomach- he spent the last couple days cursing his pansexuality. adeline was pretty upfront about most things, though a bit guarded, and he longed to seek out more of taro.

gazing at his reflection in the mirror without realizing it, robyn blinked and adjusted his shirt collar. he looked a bit tired, which was to be expected. he hoped that didn't make him seem ungrateful- the press could twist anything into drama these days. the brunet messed with his black jacket one last time before heading down to the gentlemen's lounge, not surprised to find that he was the first one down. perhaps he was being too eager, but he didn't particularly mind. a rare wave of homesickness washed over him as he took a seat on a velvet sofa, entranced by the finery surrounding him. the most expensive things he grew up with were authentic leather bridles.

[tatumpierce]

Vincent Rodriguez ♠ 0000[ open & robyn ][ 20 ][ Mr. Prince Charming ][ crush; curiosity for the princess ]

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0000 Once upon a time there was a boy who worked tirelessly through the daylight, and when the waning moon signaled the men in the field that it was time to head home, he'd follow behind his father proudly, knowing his hard work would bring food to the table for their family. The Caste system may have been obliterated long ago, but the effects of poverty on certain parts of the kingdom would never cease. It was under those troubling circumstances Vincent Rodriguez rose high and mighty from, creating himself a new life, a new path where in which his parents would never again fear the worst outcome if they couldn't provide food on the dinner table. During the winters from where they lived, it was those times that Vince looked upon favorably even now. In the province of Waverly, the snow rained heavy throughout the land, casting a sheen of downy ice and giving the world a spectacular view. He loved the snow, and perhaps he even missed it even if shoveling it was never a favorable chore. The man's thoughts wandered back to his childhood, back to his home, back to his family where he knew they were well taken care of now. Perhaps he could ponder endlessly over the fact that it was only because of his being here that they had such an opportunity, but Vincent never really cared about such things. He never fretted over the problems he couldn't change because what use was there to become so heated when the results would always be the same? Isn't that what a certified lunatic is? Repeating the same actions and expecting different results. Well, let me tell you right now. Vincent Rodriguez is not a lunatic, and his easy smirk resting heavenly on his lips provided a clear enough mirror into his heart. He worked hard when it was needed, and he did so under the guise of helping others. Truth be told, out of all the male characters I have ever had the pleasure of creating, Vince is most truly the purest of them all. An actual good man.

Hands wordlessly twirled the silk in the right positions, tucking it in the appropriate section and then pulling until the tie wrapped snuggly around his neck. The dark fabric contrasted perfectly with the pale dress shirt, uniform completed once the pressed jacket was worn and he was able to walk around his room without worrying over whether or not he would be ready for breakfast. Waking up was never a problem, seeing as the man hardly slept as it was, so the morning seconds were less about anxiety and more about finding what to waste his boredom on. Back home, Vincent spent his time reading cover to cover the amazing adventures he could find within the confines of a book, and for that he was grateful to also find here in the King and Queen's very own home. Picking up a hard copy from the stand beside his bed, his eyes scanned over the words on the page while his thoughts barely registered what he was reading. Honestly, his mind was mostly focused on different black and white print. Specifically that of the Gazelle. Interesting, actually. Vincent found it amusing somehow his name had been among the top three contestants the Princess herself favored, and if he were honest with himself, he loved it. Ms. Adeline was unlike anyone he'd ever met, and to this day he still couldn't decide whether he found her endlessly intriguing for being such an independent woman, or perpetually a spoiled brat on a horse he was itching to knock her off of. The woman had a pride that rivaled her sharp tongue, and just thinking about the few interactions with her had his easy smile turning into a charming grin. Oh yes. He would most definitely have fun here. The money had been the original incentive to staying, knowing the financial aid back home was a great relief, but now? Well... Now Vincent was curious, and now a man with a mission, he'd continue his path through this competition until he found a way to learn as much as he could about this strange woman. Her brother, on the other hand, he had no idea what to make of him. Truth be told, he was... amusing. Adorable-which was not a term Vincent was used to associating with a man, and he frowned at the reminder that this competition was made up of only 10 men: all of which were not only fighting for the Princess' love, but alas also for the Prince's. It was a turn of events like none other. Putting the book down, he closed his eyes and thought a fleetingly humorous idea: If only they were all homosexual, then he'd be the only one left for the Princess to ever lay his eyes on. The royalty bothered him none, and in some way he enjoyed the spotlight even if he wished certain aspects of their lives weren't so easily on display.

Enough. His mind had wandered for far too long. Sighing, he set the book back on the nightstand and made his way out of the room, closing the door gently behind him with a soft click. A maid was passing by, a pretty brunette he had seen every now and then. Vincent never turned them away, and sometimes he'd find himself in conversation with a few if there was nothing else to do. "Good morning, Mrs. Gale. How are you?" Seemingly startled out of her daydreams, the elderly woman gave him a warm smile-one he instantly returned without hesitating. "I'm well, Vincent. Thank you. You best be going, you're going to be late." Taking that as his cue to leave, he laughed good-heartedly and nodded, feeling as if this woman had become his mother over the weeks he'd been here. "I guess so, huh? Alright, I'll you later Anita. Take care," he called out behind him as he began to walk away. It felt a little rude, but she was most certainly on the right track. Vincent had somewhere he needed to be. "You too, sir."

Entering the room without a second thought, his eyes feasted upon the sight and it surprised him a little to see only one other man there. Cheeky maid lied to him, he wasn't late at all. Smiling, he looked to Robyn and gave him a nod. "Morning," he called out, finding an empty seat without worry and claiming it as his own. "Excited yet or am I the only one about to lose my mind here?" In days the Princess and the Prince were having their annual birthday party, an event no one could miss-not unless they were foolish anyway. That being said, Vincent had every intention to speak to the Princess before then and set in motion his plans. He had his reasons for doing what he would, but first and foremost he needed her to be aware of his intentions and his feelings.

[reasonable.]

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location: lounge areaxotagged: robyn, vincentxomentioned: adeline, taro
xoxthe unsettling thrum of his fingers prodding the wooden bedside table sent lucas' nerves astray, flying about the entirety of the room in which he resided. inhaling sharply, he forced himself to curl his fingertips into a fist, his limbs shaking slightly at the thought of the upcoming day. perspiration slowly slid down the crevices of his back, bare from the restless night of sleep in which he had tried to obtain. but, sleep was in fact unobtainable, for today was the day in which he would meet the prince and princess. both, in his gaze, were absolutely stunning in their own ways, so different, contrasting from one another like a splotch of paint on a blank canvas. he blinked slowly, his eyelashes fluttering shut, resting there momentarily. it was all so stressful, something that lucas tremblay had never even dreamed of. in fact, the whole reality of it seemed false, as if he were blindly stumbling through a dream. but, that was not the case. his life now had been documented in the media, piece by piece, all sorts of information now being spread among the media, things that he thought he could keep secret. they pried at all of the elites, clawing and scraping their way through and through, the thought sickening lucas. he pitied the prince and princess for having to feign happiness, each and every day. the prince and princess. the thought of the pair sent shivers crawling down his spine, both perfect individuals that he knew he would never have a chance with. after all, he was just a gentle, caring soul that was too nice for this sick, cruel world. how lucas wished he could change, wish to be more persistent. but, that would never be the case.
xoxexhaling slowly, the boy from ottaro pressed his hands against his face slowly, wiping away the last traces of dreams that rested upon the creases in his eyes. a tired expression resting upon his features, he managed to stand, stretching his arms carelessly over his head, allowing the tension and anxiety to slowly slip away from his frame. a sigh escaped from his lips as he turned around sharply, before sluggishly making his way towards the bathroom near his bed. as he walked, he contemplated the decisions that he'd made in the past few days, his mind wandering into nothingness, before he finally managed to make it in front of his very own mirror. the reflection that stared back at him seemed to taunt him, reminding him of the gazette that had been recently put out before. his heart ached slightly at the thought, but he knew that he would never give up, his spirit as strong as that of a bull's. the hazel eyes that stared back at him reflected an exuberant and jovial appeal, one that he had not expected after waking up at the brink of dawn. he was in fact excited for the day to come, a desirous and impatient feeling boiling in the pit of his stomach. although he felt as if he were to explode into thousands of tiny pieces, it sure didn't seem that way on the outside. dark bags rolled beneath his eyes, swirling ominously as a portrayal of the lack of sleep he had been able to achieve. his hair had also been tousled, swept back in an effortless attempt to keep it out of his eyes. he was lean yet fit, resembling the body of a swimmer, tall and lanky. his eyebrows furrowed slightly before he bent his cranium gently, splashing cold water gently upon his face, trying to rub away the nerves that seemed to pile on top of his shoulders like bricks. it was days like these that made lucas wonder why he had ever woken up, escaping from the embrace of the warm cushions that rested on his mattress. but, he had no choice, and he had never gone one day without being reminded simply that.
xoxafter he had made himself look somewhat presentable, lucas retreated back to his closet, in somewhat of a daze that seemed to never release it's grasp on him. he had gone through the same process for days on end, and longed for a change that would make his heart beat faster once again. but what did he know? he was too shy to say anything to anyone for the fact, let alone speak to the prince and princess. what chance did he think he had? his hands began to shake rhythmically, but he continued to pick out the proper attire, his jawline tense as he chewed on his lip nervously. he wanted to make himself look nice, dare even say attractive, but what did someone with no taste know about fashion? he let out a breath of nervous laughter, something that would be seen as slightly disturbing in the public eye, letting his head rest against the closet's door momentarily. finally, he had decided on a clean, olive green button-up, adorned with a beige suit collection, which had indeed complimented his eyes. staring at his reflection once again, he straightened his posture before lifting his chin slightly, a striking appeal for someone who usually was the opposite. decent.. he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair gingerly. decent, but decent is alright. without a second glance, he hurried through the door and made his way to the gentleman's lounge.
xoxthe walk seemed to last the entirety of a lifetime as he thought of the royals resting their gazes upon him. they, who seemed so far away from his social standpoint, would be judging him. his mind reeled slightly, vision blurring, as if someone had been violently shaking him. although he had no specific preference and was happy with whatever he could get, lucas tremblay could not shake the thought of adeline alcott watching him from afar. she was stunning to him, a beautiful flower in the midst of a vast array of weeds. he did not see a rude woman, could not comprehend the the thought of her being cynical in the slightest. to him, she was beautiful, a beautiful being with a beautiful heart. he wished he could tell her that, wished he could scream throughout the hallways of the ballroom, to release the thoughts that he kept cooped up inside. but he couldn't. he never could. realizing he had dozed off once again, he blinking, lifting his head up sharply to retrace his steps, before reaching the lounge in which he had been directed to in the first place. stepping inside courteously, he noticed two other members standing before him, his heart thudding nervously. they both looked ravishing, dressed in their finest materials, and lucas suddenly felt self conscious as he checked his appearance once more, before offering them a small smile and wave. he was too afraid to speak, for if he had tried to, he pondered if it would all come out a jumbled mess. so, instead of making a fool of himself, he made his way to a nearby chair and reclined into it, fiddling with his fingertips as he tried to put his mind elsewhere.