♕ clarity - full - modern day royalty

[tori__forever]

♖ Zach Alex Parker ♖

name; zach alex parker. | age; eighteen. | crush; none. | mood; content. | paired with; bridget saoirse o'brien. | tagged; james edward hunt.

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- zach was in his room was in his room watching some television. he was of course watching the soccer channel. he then looked at his phone hitting the ' home ' button so the screen would light up. on his phone he saw the time said it was six o'clock on the dot. he knew he had to get ready for that ball thing tonight. he got out of his bed and went over to the bathroom turning on the shower. he got in taking his normal ten minute shower. he got out getting changed into his suit. it was one of his nicer suits that he had packed. he put it on and then looked in the full length mirror in his room. he told himself he looked nice. he checked the time it now being six thirty four. he wasn't going to rush anything so he just went into the bathroom brushing his teeth for the normal two minutes you are supposed to brush your teeth for. he then took out his hair gel. he normally did the spike think were his hair went up. it was the usual way he wore his hair. once he was done with the hair gel it looked like so. once he was done with his hair and stuff he went back out to his room. it was about six forty two now and he knew he might have to get going. one of his closet friends was james. he decided the send a text his way to see what he was doing ' hey mate. what are you up to? the ball is at seven. right.? ' he hit send. he waited for the blue line to fill up across the screen and once her heard the little noise that told you it had sent he hit the top button of his phone making his screen becoming all black and his phone locking.

[Keriae]

♚XXＪＡＭＥＳ ．ＥＤＷＡＲＤ ．ＨＵＮＴ
↷XXｐｒｉｎｃｅ ｏｆ ｃｏｌｂｕｒｎ
male ✰ eighteen ✰ paired with diana

The only sound in the room was the gentle sound of book pages being turned, so soft it could have kissed skin and there would have been no reaction. The owner of the book (The Poetics of Space) briefly raised his left hand to run it through his hair as his green eyes scanned the page, taking in just about everything and disregarding the things that did not matter. As his head lowered, his eyes were torn away from the book to the watch adorning his wrist. At twenty minutes past six in the evening, he decided it was time he got ready, for the masquerade ball was to take place at seven and it would hardly prove a good impression for him to arrive late. A gentle sigh as he rested the book - bookmark in place - on the rich covers of his pinewood bed.

In all honesty, it didn't take very long for James to have a shower and wash his hair. Being keen that his hair would be dry, he grabbed a hairdryer and turned it on. A very feminine habit, yes, but it got his hair dry into his natural wavy curls and styled it at the same time. It was then he got dressed, picking out a smart three-part black suit consisting of a crisp white shirt, a dark green tie, black trousers, a black waistcoat and black single-breasted jacket. His newest shoes, polished to perfection, were placed on his feet over black socks. Just as he finished tying them, his phone, currently on his desk, buzzed loudly. Reaching over, James swiped a thumb across the screen to unlock it and brought up the new text. A small smile pulled at his lips as he picked up his mask and headed downstairs, typing all the way. "I'm just getting in the limo; yes, the ball starts at seven. I'll see you there." The door to the vehicle opened for him and he slipped in and sat on the plush seat as he pressed send.

[thunderborne]

Having arrived fairly early to the the quaint little village, Bridget had already settled down into her room. All her clothes were hung with perfect precision, or folded smartly and placed gently in a dresser drawer, her bathroom was already organized to the extreme, with dividers in different drawers to sort makeup by type, and anything else she'd brought had now found a new place to take residence. With everything now in it's rightful place, she could start to get ready; and she definitely needed the three remaining hours. Trying to style her hair and do her makeup in anything less was simply impossible... Or so she told herself.

Breezing through her shower, she wrapped her hair in a towel and set to work applying her makeup; first foundation, then cover up, followed by light contouring, seeing as she was so pale. After that, a near-perfect smoky eye look with a sleek line of eyeliner and volume-enhancing mascara.

As Bridget went about blow drying her hair out of it's usual curl and into perfect waves, she thought about what exactly was at stake here; sure, she could always find a prince elsewhere, but she'd heard of these boys, and there weren't any others like them... She had to succeed, no matter what. 'Just put on the charm and they'll be putty in your hands like all the rest.' If it had worked thus far, it would work now. Still in her trance of thought, the Irish princess brushed out her hair and went to her closet, pulling an emerald dress off a hanger. It was strapless, and silk, with a sweetheart neckline and a piece of ribbon around to create a high waist, a large rhinestone accent on the side of said waist. The floor length skirt was slightly fluffed and cut so that when she twirled, the skirt would swirl around her. With matching emerald pumps, she placed her elaborate silver and green mask on and waited until it was time, inspecting her French manicure and trying to act her usual calm and collected.

[Smamm]

♚
PRINCE FIVE

❝

вeɴтley lαyтoɴ

мαle

ɴιɴeтeeɴ

ѕιɴɢle

[ɴo crυѕн: нeɴley ѕcoттѕ]

тαɢɢed: ғelιх αrdel

❞

From the first time he had heard of this place to the point that he was dumped off at this minuscule castle, if you could even call it that, just along the outskirts of this tiny village he had never even heard of, Bentley had been left with a bad taste in his mouth. He more so preferred his own towering castle in his large town of Bourne, where he was free to do as he pleased and see whomever he wished at any time and anywhere. With his bags at his side as the car drove off, the boy watched his only chance at escape hurry down the road and disappear, not to return for four weeks; four weeks of pure torture. A war was raging within the boys mind, though his outward Bentley wasn't one to take being forced to do anything, much less even follow simple rules or requests, so to put things simply the young prince was going through a bit of shell shock. Tonight he would be forced to mix and mingle with chosen suitors, pick one, and then spend a month trying to figure out who this love of his life was and live happily ever after. Rubbish. Love wasn't real, and he much preferred fooling around to commitment. Why did he even have to have a girl by his side, anyway? He was just fine on his own, he didn't need some needy, whiny little brat following him around.

With a deep shrug, Bentley rolled his eyes, pushing his bitter thoughts to the back of his mind for another time. Before he could begin inwardly ranting to himself, the brunette gathered up his things and made his way into his home away from home; for the next couple of weeks, anyway. He wasn't sure if he was the first to arrive or not, but he didn't really care. The teen made his way to the nearest bedroom that appeared unoccupied and dumped his things before plopping face up on the large, king sized bed. He tousled his hair, a habit that would never be broken, while letting out an exasperated sigh. "What are you doing here, Bent…" he asked into the air above his head, running his hand over his face in frustration. He lay there for a moment, not really thinking about anything until his phone notified him that it was time to start getting his act together. Might as well make the best of what you've got, right? No one said he couldn't have fun with this unfortunate predicament, after all…

Bent’s deep azure eyes couldn’t see his reflection through the fogged up mirror after his shower, and so he went about changing into his suit before styling his hair. Dressed in a classy black, three piece tux with his go to red tie, the boy returned to his reflection that was now crystal clear. His hairstyle of choice was rather simple. Bentley always went for the messy look so with a little tousling he was finished and ready to go, and perfectly on time. Just as he was satisfied with his appearance, because appearance is everything, his cell vibrated against the granite sink counter. It was Felix, not to his surprise; the two of them were best friends after all. He sent a quick reply, mentioning he was ready as soon as Felix was ready, and answered he would meet him in five down in the foyer. The teen adjusted his tie quickly before making his way to the foyer to meet his childhood friend, grabbing his mask on the way out.

[benexo]

[ @Smamm ; will reply soon!
but i was just wondering if the ball was at seven or eight ^^;

[lean.]

DIANA F. LOVELACE
mood >> sleepy paired with >> james hunt age >> eighteen wearing >> diana
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>>>>> Diana woke up quietly from her nap with a sigh and stood up. she stretched her arms over her head and smiled when her back popped slightly. she walked towards the bathroom and took a short shower. once she put on a small amount of make-up and then pulled her hair back into a loose bun. she held the towel tight to her body as she scurried into the closet. she looked at the cute dress her sisters and her had picked out before she came to England she took the delicate fabric off the hanger and proceeded to get dressed. her mother had given her an earring like an object, it was apparently tradition for lovelace's to get pieces of jewelry to pass down. she had a full set of lovelace jewelry, a locket, a ring, the earring thing, and two bracelets. then she slipped on her black high heels and stood up quietly before looking at herself in the mirror. she smiled at her reflection and twirled instinctively. she walked downstairs and grabbed a clementine.

she walked towards the limo and crawled in quietly, all she could think was wow. everything was much nicer than it was back home for her. there weren't four boys running around screaming and three sisters barging into her room all the time or asking her to take them everywhere. she didn't know how long it would take her to get to ball, she couldn't even remember what the time was. she messed with the ring on her finger and sighed slightly. she just wanted the nerves gone, she decided to do this, yet she had butterflies about it for the first time. she started thinking about dance, it calmed her. she closed her eyes softly and started thinking of her past performances and practices with a small smile on her face.

[benexo]

♔ ＦＥＬＩＸ ◌ ＬＯＵＩＳ ◌ ＡＲＤＥＬＬ ♔

-----felix's phone chimed twice, and he swiped his thumb across the home screen to find a reply from bentley telling him he'd meet him in the foyer. the prince from ellesmere shoved his phone into the pocket of his jacket, slid on his dress shoes, grabbed his simple white mask, then took one last look at his reflection before heading out the door. felix's room was on the second floor of the castle all the princes were to live in for the month, so he took the stairs on the right down to the foyer.

-----the castle was indeed grand, but not as impressive as felix's home, nor the castles of the other princes. it was more like a boarding house, really, just with way more embellishments. felix didn't mind the toned down grandeur, but he suspected that some of the other princes might. from eighteen years of living with and socializing with fellow royalty, he knew just how, well, ridiculous some of them could be. many of them expected nothing less than being waited on all day and having their wishes fulfilled with a wave of their hand. felix was used to being around such people, as many of them were his friends, but he preferred the satisfying feeling of knowing he had earned most of his belongings.

-----the prince turned the corner after the last step and saw bentley standing on the other side of the foyer with a sour expression on his face. felix knew his friend didn't want to be here, being one that despised rules and restrictions. felix shook his head softly with a smile on his face, then headed over to bentley and punched him lightly on the shoulder. "you're gonna get premature wrinkles if you keep scowling like that." he hoped he would be able to put bentley in a better mood before the ball.

- - - ♔ - tagged ; bentley

[Smamm]

♚
PRINCE FIVE

❝

вeɴтley lαyтoɴ

мαle

ɴιɴeтeeɴ

ѕιɴɢle

[ɴo crυѕн: нeɴley ѕcoттѕ]

тαɢɢed: ғelιх αrdel

❞

His eyes wandered over the frame of the foyer, as well as peeking into a few of the other rooms visible from his position. The castle really wasn't all that bad, especially considering the size of the town nearby as well as their budget. Bent could admit they had spent quite a deal to make the rest of the princes and himself comfortable here. Yet, the boy was still in a salty mood and refused to give them such credit.

Bored with looking around, the prince glanced down at the mask held firmly in his right hand. The mask was one that he had picked out, and was rather simple to say the least. He didn't really believe princes should wear detailed, glittery fun things; he'd leave that to the possible princesses. Nevertheless, it was a mostly black mask with some regal white swirl printing that covered most of the left half of his face from his forehead down to the corner of his left jawline. The mask bridged over his nose, but stopped there, leaving a portion of the right side of his face bare. He couldn't help but think how ludicrous this whole masquerade was, let alone the point behind it. About to put the mask on for a good laugh, he was interrupted by a light sensation tingling his shoulder.

Bentley turned to see Felix, and listened as the boy teased about his frowning. The teen rolled his dark blue eyes, cracking a bit of a smile. Something about Felix always made the boy forget about anything plaguing his mind, and here was the perfect example. The prince of Bourne replied lightheartedly, "Perhaps, though I believe that smiling actually causes wrinkles… Maybe you should take up frowning with me instead." If it weren't Felix the boy would likely of had a snide remark, but there was really no need with his friend. Felix could read him like a book, and would probably just call him out on the real problem at hand. Instead he took his friends encouragement to "grin a bear it" subtly. "Well then, I guess we should head off into the night and sweep the girl of our dreams off her feet," Bent commented with a slight bitterness, more joking than anything, though. With Felix he walked out the front door and hopped into the waiting limo. When the limo began to drive off as they took their seats, the boy supposed that there were multiple cars transporting the princes to the ball as they were ready.

With a shrug of indifference, Bentley began rummaging through the limo looking for that special poison of choice. Triumphant, he raised a bottle of champaign from it's hiding place in one of the built in compartments. He promptly poured two tall glasses, raising his eyebrow to his friend, daring him to join the fun. The two were both of the legal drinking age in Europe, eighteen, though that hadn't necessarily stopped the boy in his younger years; now he just had a valid excuse.

[benexo]

♔ ＦＥＬＩＸ ◌ ＬＯＵＩＳ ◌ ＡＲＤＥＬＬ ♔

-----the prince of ellesmere rolled his eyes faux-exasperatedly at his childhood friend as bentley joked with him in return, combatting his remarks with, "you know frowning's not in my nature." felix chuckled and winked at bent, then listened while bentley half-joked and half-complained about the ball. the eighteen year-old couldn't help but find it a little absurd too, but he decided it didn't matter what he thought anyways, as it was happening and there was nothing he could do about it. felix voiced his opinion to bentley, saying, "well mate, tonight's already arrived so why don't we put our game faces on and get it over with? i'm sure there'll be a lady in there that is so enchanting, even bentley layton won't be able to resist her." truthfully, felix was beginning to feel exhilarated for the ball, but played it cool so his fellow prince could feel more comfortable.

-----the brunette sat down beside bentley in the limo which would take them to the event, and sat back leisurely as it rolled off the curb and headed away from the castle. he watched the village pass by outside his window until the sound of bubbly hitting glass brought him back to the present. felix grinned, reaching out to take the second champagne glass from his friend's hands. "you cheeky monkey," he laughed, raising his flute up. "cheers, here's to a night we'll never forget, eh?" the last part was said somewhat sarcastically, but as felix took a large sip, he wondered if his statement would actually turn out to be quite true.

-----beautiful cottages with lights in their square windows made the view outside of the darkened limo windows a sight for sore eyes. felix swigged his bubbly and glanced at the clock; it was ten past eight, and the ball had already started. he turned to bentley, his eyes sparkling. "looks like we're going to be fashionably late, as per usual."

- - - ♔ - tagged ; bentley

[thebluberry.]

henley alexia scotts

{ female ♕ ♕ 18 ♕ ♕ paired with - bentley layton ♕ ♕ crushing on - nobody ♕ ♕ tagged - bentley and felix }

looking at the clock, henley realized that she may have been running a tad late. peeking outside, she realized she would be walking the couple blocks to where the ball would be held as she had no car or limo. smiling, she hiked up her dress a bit, and walked out onto the street towards the ball. she didn't mind walking as it meant she would probably be late to the ball, which she didn't totally mind, any time away from home was good time. she watched her shoes as she walked, and her thoughts wandered. she wondered if a prince might actually like her. probably not, she would most likely stand out though, with her converse and her rather simple mask, not to mention her fiery personality. as she neared the building, she saw a limo pull up and two boys climb out. she smirked to herself, happy that she wasn't the only one running late tonight. looking both ways, she hurried across the street and grabbed the door just before it shut after the two boys. as their heads turned, she dropped her dress back down so it covered her shoes, and flashed them a small grin before passing by them and wandering off to mingle.

as she walked through the groups of girls, she noticed that she was definitely one of the more plainly dressed girls here. she laughed at the thought. she could only imagine how much these girls had spent to just get a prince to look at them. after people watching for a bit, she turned her attention to the decorations. it was all very elegant, and the somewhat plain building looked more like a palace. well a palace in her opinion, but that probably wasn't a very valid opinion due to the fact that she had always lived in quite small houses and apartments. again looking to the people, henley wondered if she would find any new friends while she was here. she was sure that she would, heck maybe she would even make friends with some of the princes. or maybe not. she wasn't sure exactly how the princes would act, if they would be stuck up, very sweet, awkwardly shy, or overly loud. she could tell that there was sure going to be a wide variety of people here for her to meet and mingle with, so she was excited to begin.