Harper laughed ar the sudden declaration of eating being next on their list, rolling her eyes. They really seemed like good people...and if they weren't, she'd find out quickly. Camping trips are about late night talks around the fire, personalities coming out for all to see, and working together to have a great time. At least that's what the movies portrayed. If any of them weren't great to be around, they wouldn't be able to hide it.
That kind of worried her. What if they found out she wasn't exactly like the person she'd been acting like all last year? Or maybe that was the new her... Harper sighed. Things had gotten complicated when it didn't have to be...so why did she make it that way?
"Let me pay for this stuff. Please? My uncle gave me plenty of cash and I can get the big stuff that we'll share, like the tent. In fact if you're that hungry you can go on, I'll take care of all this," she laughed, stepping away and putting a hand on the trolley. "Somebody can pay me back later by helping me carry this stuff out there. I'm not exactly built," she grinned, making a fist and showing what little muscle she'd gained theough dance. She was fit, definitely, but wasn't going to be winning any weight lifting contests anytime soon.
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Name: Alessia (Alice) Conway
Age: 17, senior
General Personality: Alice was always an outgoing girl growing up. Artistic and definitely one of those "left-brain" types, she spends as much time in the art room as possible, even after school. The senior hates confrontation and hardly ever has anything negative to say. She could probably be friends with half her school if she would actually hang out with people more. During school she was as friendly as possible, but afterwards she would never be found hanging around another soul if she could help it. Unless she finds someone in need of a little pick me up...Alice can never resist helping somebody who might need a few words of encouragement.
Bio Summary: In 6th grade Alice's mother passed away. Through most of her middle school years Alice's father sent her to live with her grandparents down south, which was when she developed her abilities. Eventually her father got over the grief and could stand to look at his daughter again (she looked just like her mother, making things difficult) and took her back the summer before freshman year, but for some reason her grandmother taught her to hide her powers...probably because psychics were looked down upon by society, but why couldn't she even tell her father?
Psychic Powers: Telepathy (reading emotions, and letting her own be felt by others by choice), Psychometry (seeing the past of an object by touching it), energy medicine (physical healing through energy, but she's only dabbled in it and is afraid to try much). While she's proud of her powers she feels they are rather useless, especially if something were to ever go wrong. Nothing offensive or defensive...hopefully everything stays as calm and collected as it is now, or she's in trouble. ;)
”With all due respect, madam, I will not be sleeping in a separate bedroom.”
“If that’s what you think, Nicholas,” Claire replied with a smirk, looking down at her hands in her lap. Sounded like neither of them were giving in on something simple, and they weren’t even married yet!
“Our bedroom will have a couch where the person not using the bed can sleep for the night. I suggest, to give both of us a fair chance, that we agree on a contest and whoever wins, will have the bed for a night.”
Claire looked up at him, smiling again. “Oh, I will certainly take you up on that,” she laughed, putting a finger to her lips as she considered a few options. “What do you think the contest should be? What about something with our horses? We could race, if you’re all right with that,” she offered, sounding excited. “Or perhaps we could jump with them? I’ve trained in both.”
The facts still stood, as humorous as the conversation was. Nick didn’t plan on sleeping with her anytime soon. “Nick, may I ask you something?” Claire shifted in her seat, unsure how to approach the subject. They were already halfway there, though, and she might not get this opportunity for a while. “I may not understand why you want to marry me, and you’re right, this isn’t exactly how I pictured my life playing out, but there are still things I’d like to have.” Surely they were things he wanted as well.
“I’d like to start a family. Have a couple children, perhaps more. Not now,” she assured him quickly, “not with the war going on and things so uncertain.” And her so busy with her extracurricular activities. “But one day. When we’re ready.” Claire knew she was different, knew she was currently doing things that everyone would frown upon, but surely one day she could quit and fulfill her want of a happy family with little ones. Was it so strange to want something to simple, to look at the positives of her future? “I don’t believe that you actually love me, Nick, but I bet you could love our children. Just picture it! Playing in the yard, maybe a dog there too. Hopefully she’ll look like her mother, though,” Claire laughed. “I know you’re not one to be tied down, I can tell with your flirting for the sake of your business, but you wouldn’t have to be with us often. I could handle things at home.”
“If that’s what you think, Nicholas,” Claire replied with a smirk, looking down at her hands in her lap. Sounded like neither of them were giving in on something simple, and they weren’t even married yet!
“Our bedroom will have a couch where the person not using the bed can sleep for the night. I suggest, to give both of us a fair chance, that we agree on a contest and whoever wins, will have the bed for a night.”
Claire looked up at him, smiling again. “Oh, I will certainly take you up on that,” she laughed, putting a finger to her lips as she considered a few options. “What do you think the contest should be? What about something with our horses? We could race, if you’re all right with that,” she offered, sounding excited. “Or perhaps we could jump with them? I’ve trained in both.”
The facts still stood, as humorous as the conversation was. Nick didn’t plan on sleeping with her anytime soon. “Nick, may I ask you something?” Claire shifted in her seat, unsure how to approach the subject. They were already halfway there, though, and she might not get this opportunity for a while. “I may not understand why you want to marry me, and you’re right, this isn’t exactly how I pictured my life playing out, but there are still things I’d like to have.” Surely they were things he wanted as well.
“I’d like to start a family. Have a couple children, perhaps more. Not now,” she assured him quickly, “not with the war going on and things so uncertain.” And her so busy with her extracurricular activities. “But one day. When we’re ready.” Claire knew she was different, knew she was currently doing things that everyone would frown upon, but surely one day she could quit and fulfill her want of a happy family with little ones. Was it so strange to want something to simple, to look at the positives of her future? “I don’t believe that you actually love me, Nick, but I bet you could love our children. Just picture it! Playing in the yard, maybe a dog there too. Hopefully she’ll look like her mother, though,” Claire laughed. “I know you’re not one to be tied down, I can tell with your flirting for the sake of your business, but you wouldn’t have to be with us often. I could handle things at home.”
Vera gave Jaii a weak smile, reaching up to brush her hand against the back of his. "We have a lot to talk about once your fixed up," she finally said, looking over his banged up body. "She's young. Rhea, I mean. She can heal you all the way, right?" It wasn't anything personal, she just didn't want to put too much on a teenager. Healing could be physically taxing. "Just in case, Kennedy could you run to the basement and get the first aid kit? I don't know what all is down there, but we have one at every location. Guess my dad is paranoid that a fight could happen anywhere." She left Jaii's side just long enough to point her in the right direction, pulling a string above their heads a few steps down past the door to the basement, turning the light on.
Please, I should stay with Jaii. There will be a few lights down there. Maybe some extra blankets too? I don't know. Thank you," she said to Kennedy, putting a hand on her back before going to Jaii. Little did she know there was someone downstairs that definitely wasn't anyone's pack and had been living there for sometime now. He wasn't too keen on anyone seeing him, much less making him leave...
Please, I should stay with Jaii. There will be a few lights down there. Maybe some extra blankets too? I don't know. Thank you," she said to Kennedy, putting a hand on her back before going to Jaii. Little did she know there was someone downstairs that definitely wasn't anyone's pack and had been living there for sometime now. He wasn't too keen on anyone seeing him, much less making him leave...
Is Kennedy still with us? :) I think I'll bring in my male now, give them some one on one interaction. Things are moving pretty slowly and I want to give her something to do. And I'm bored. Main reason lol Not bored with the rp, just like...in life. You know. haha
Welcome! And I agree, I'm excited for the site to slowly get new functions and such.
”We will have it fitted to your needs – even our shared bedroom.”
She could redecorate? It sounded appealing, and frankly he made her feel much more like an adult going into the situation than her father had. It was probably him just trying to keep her quiet, and while she hated to it admit it to him it looked like it was working. Their bedroom would have nothing less than a canopy bedframe, sheer fabric along the top and silky sheets to curl up in. But considering his wording Claire had a feeling he wasn’t exactly asking for her opinion on furniture.
“I understand that you are not entering into this marriage willingly and I cannot force you to. So until we’re both ready, let us decide who sleeps on the bed.”
Claire held back a snort of a laugh, though her lips curled up into a thin smile. There went the idea he was marrying her for sex, there must be something else to it. Or…or maybe not. Perhaps because she had secrets, she was assuming he had some as well. Maybe Nicholas Rochford was just a man who had a lot of pride and wanted a highborn wife. She was just reading into this too much…and might as well have a little fun with him.
“Well if that’s what you think is best then I’m sure there’s a wonderful guest bedroom down the hall that you can stay in,” she replied, doing her best to keep looking straight and not start laughing. “Surely you don’t expect me to find a room other than my own to sleep in. I’d sleep with you before I look like the terrible wife that stays in the second bedroom. I’m sure the bed will be just as nice. Besides, all you need is a bed, closet, and bathroom. You’ll be all right,” Claire said, finally giving a small giggle and looking directly at him.
She could redecorate? It sounded appealing, and frankly he made her feel much more like an adult going into the situation than her father had. It was probably him just trying to keep her quiet, and while she hated to it admit it to him it looked like it was working. Their bedroom would have nothing less than a canopy bedframe, sheer fabric along the top and silky sheets to curl up in. But considering his wording Claire had a feeling he wasn’t exactly asking for her opinion on furniture.
“I understand that you are not entering into this marriage willingly and I cannot force you to. So until we’re both ready, let us decide who sleeps on the bed.”
Claire held back a snort of a laugh, though her lips curled up into a thin smile. There went the idea he was marrying her for sex, there must be something else to it. Or…or maybe not. Perhaps because she had secrets, she was assuming he had some as well. Maybe Nicholas Rochford was just a man who had a lot of pride and wanted a highborn wife. She was just reading into this too much…and might as well have a little fun with him.
“Well if that’s what you think is best then I’m sure there’s a wonderful guest bedroom down the hall that you can stay in,” she replied, doing her best to keep looking straight and not start laughing. “Surely you don’t expect me to find a room other than my own to sleep in. I’d sleep with you before I look like the terrible wife that stays in the second bedroom. I’m sure the bed will be just as nice. Besides, all you need is a bed, closet, and bathroom. You’ll be all right,” Claire said, finally giving a small giggle and looking directly at him.
I didn't know you were still at school. For some reason I thought you were graduated :)
Claire watched the Rochford’s with interest, wondering what this newly bought estate could look like. Would it be as large as her current home? Very doubtful, but since she wouldn’t be there very often it wasn’t anything to worry about. Though the thought of their new home did remind her of a very big part of getting married…their shared bed.
The young woman really had done her best to not give away her body just for information. So far she had been the middleman; one who passed information along so things didn’t look suspicious. Now that she was bringing things to the next level, that was next to impossible. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so shameful if her first time was with a husband? At least that is what she told herself. At any rate, she was supposed to be an expert in bed and if things went as planned Nick would soon find out that was a lie. So many lies, so many secrets that she couldn’t even enjoy the a single part of this marriage. Claire sighed to herself, bringing herself back to the conversation. Something about renovations…they must have much, much more money than she realized.
“Fortunately for the lady, Nick, the minor restorations you commissioned were finished yesterday. With the permission of Lord Abbott, it is indeed a good idea to show the estate to Ms. Abbott.”
Claire perked up, looking from Mr. Rochford to her father, then back again. Did he mean right then?
Nick didn’t look terribly pleased, but he offered all the same. “Would you like to see the manor with me?”
It was hard to hide her excitement. Afterall it was to be her new home, and the only place she’d ever lived was the place she was now. Plus getting away from her father sounded like a dream come true. “Oh, please father I would love to go see it!” It may be with Nick, but it was a better option than sitting with Nick plus two.
It was the first positive reaction he’d gotten from her in a long time, how could he say no? “Well, Mr. Rochford if you think it’s a good idea…” he replied hesitantly, disappointed their lunch was ending quickly. But he couldn’t complain- the marriage was happening, and Claire wasn’t arguing anymore.
“It is, Father, thank you!” she said, and he stood as she got up in a hurry. “I’ll go change into something else and I’ll be right down, Nick.” With that Claire stepped forward to give her father a quick peck on the cheek and hurried upstairs, telling her personal servant to help her into a beautiful maroon dress that went well with her strawberry blonde up-do. Within ten minutes she was coming back down, tugging on a pair of lace gloves that came to just below her elbows. “Is it very far, to the estate? Does it have a yard, anything planted outside?” Claire asked, coming to stand at Nick’s side. It was time to forget about the stresses of the war, of the wedding, and her job. Her fiancée may not be the perfect company, but she would make the best of it for now.
The young woman really had done her best to not give away her body just for information. So far she had been the middleman; one who passed information along so things didn’t look suspicious. Now that she was bringing things to the next level, that was next to impossible. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so shameful if her first time was with a husband? At least that is what she told herself. At any rate, she was supposed to be an expert in bed and if things went as planned Nick would soon find out that was a lie. So many lies, so many secrets that she couldn’t even enjoy the a single part of this marriage. Claire sighed to herself, bringing herself back to the conversation. Something about renovations…they must have much, much more money than she realized.
“Fortunately for the lady, Nick, the minor restorations you commissioned were finished yesterday. With the permission of Lord Abbott, it is indeed a good idea to show the estate to Ms. Abbott.”
Claire perked up, looking from Mr. Rochford to her father, then back again. Did he mean right then?
Nick didn’t look terribly pleased, but he offered all the same. “Would you like to see the manor with me?”
It was hard to hide her excitement. Afterall it was to be her new home, and the only place she’d ever lived was the place she was now. Plus getting away from her father sounded like a dream come true. “Oh, please father I would love to go see it!” It may be with Nick, but it was a better option than sitting with Nick plus two.
It was the first positive reaction he’d gotten from her in a long time, how could he say no? “Well, Mr. Rochford if you think it’s a good idea…” he replied hesitantly, disappointed their lunch was ending quickly. But he couldn’t complain- the marriage was happening, and Claire wasn’t arguing anymore.
“It is, Father, thank you!” she said, and he stood as she got up in a hurry. “I’ll go change into something else and I’ll be right down, Nick.” With that Claire stepped forward to give her father a quick peck on the cheek and hurried upstairs, telling her personal servant to help her into a beautiful maroon dress that went well with her strawberry blonde up-do. Within ten minutes she was coming back down, tugging on a pair of lace gloves that came to just below her elbows. “Is it very far, to the estate? Does it have a yard, anything planted outside?” Claire asked, coming to stand at Nick’s side. It was time to forget about the stresses of the war, of the wedding, and her job. Her fiancée may not be the perfect company, but she would make the best of it for now.
Vera gasped when Jaii was picked up, but didn't protest. She needed help in convincing him to stay, and thankfully they were all willing to give her just that. "I- I think I can find some clothes around here. Maybe later the girls can go on a shopping trip," she added, hoping to bring a bit to calm in a time of stress. Having Sam there too helped; the more males the better. Vera wasn't sexist, she knew women could handle themselves, but when it came to Rick...well, having a few dominant males in their little group wasn't a bad thing.
She then went inside and upstairs to the largest bedroom where a few articles of clothing were kept. It only took a minute, but she was afraid the girl was a bit smaller than her.
"Kiara, right?" she asked, holding out a thin sundress. "Uh...it's probably a little long on you, but it's better than tripping on my jeans right? Dakeyras, I could only find you some pants. There's actually a lot of clothes upstairs, but you all are kind of big," Vera grinned, "In a good way, I promise." She held them out with a small shrug, feeling sorry for them despite Sam's words of encouragement.
"Uh- Sam? Who's SUV is that anyway? I thought if it was yours there more be more clothes in it," she muttered, hoping to make everyone comfortable quickly. Honestly, she just wanted to be near Jaii... So with a few casual side steps she ended up standing at his shoulders, her eyes falling to him. "Hey..."
She then went inside and upstairs to the largest bedroom where a few articles of clothing were kept. It only took a minute, but she was afraid the girl was a bit smaller than her.
"Kiara, right?" she asked, holding out a thin sundress. "Uh...it's probably a little long on you, but it's better than tripping on my jeans right? Dakeyras, I could only find you some pants. There's actually a lot of clothes upstairs, but you all are kind of big," Vera grinned, "In a good way, I promise." She held them out with a small shrug, feeling sorry for them despite Sam's words of encouragement.
"Uh- Sam? Who's SUV is that anyway? I thought if it was yours there more be more clothes in it," she muttered, hoping to make everyone comfortable quickly. Honestly, she just wanted to be near Jaii... So with a few casual side steps she ended up standing at his shoulders, her eyes falling to him. "Hey..."
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