ooc: sort of a precursor to my favorite character of mine, Storm. (Who none of you are familiar with... yet.) Not a tone of plot planned yet, just jump in as you will.

bic: “I still don’t understand why we’re doing this…”

Alexandria Marks scowled down at her companion, a bull of a young man who went simply by the name of Bastian ever since she had manner-of-factly told him that Sebastian was far too sissy. She would’ve gone about scaling the palace wall without him, but he insisted on being her shadow. Constantly. With a roll of her eyes, Alexandria let out a sigh that ruffled her wild flaxen hair.

“This was supposed to be fun,” she informed him, staring down her nose in that way that made it seem as though she fancied herself a princess rather than a street urchin. “You’re the one that wanted to come along. Don’t you want to see the party?” Despite her fine features, her tawny skin, her pale, blonde hair (however unruly), and her unusual golden eyes, Alexandria would never be taken as anything more than what she was – a commoner and a thief.

“Party?!” Bastian half scowled at her in disbelief. “That ain’t no party, Alex. The prince is getting married in little less’n half an hour. You can’t just crash the wedding for your own entertainment!”

“Can,” she quipped. “And will. It’s their own fault for not inviting me.” She swung one leg over the battlements and grinned dangerously down at him. Just before disappearing over the other side, she reminded him, “And don’t call me Alex. It’s Alexandria.”

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

[ Hmm, perhaps I'll join this one.. I'll take the Prince, don't know if he'll be from any importance though ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

ooc: That'd be fine, but you may want a second character in the meantime.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

[ yes I might. But it's hard to tell since I've no idea where the plot is about ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[My chars are basically breaking in to the castle. There's a whole party of people in the courtyard, plus probably guards on the walltops.... just to set the scene for ya)

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

(Mind if I join? ^^ I'll play a guest at the wedding. )

Mary Rose stood in the palace courtyard with all the other wedding guests, swirling a glass of champagne delicately. She was dressed all in light blue, which complimented her pale skin perfectly. Diamonds glittered about her neck, and long, golden hair was twisted back from her face with white roses plaited into the shimmering strands; the rest of her hair rippled down her back. Everyone was looking forward to the prince's wedding; and all the nobility was there was celebrate it.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Leah crossed the courtyard in a rush. So much had to be done. Her mind was spinning with all the chores that had to be done. She was ordered to get a barrel of ale from the cellar and a few bottles of the best wine the Royal family had in store. Everything had to be perfect, weeks she had worked from dawn to dusk together with all the other castle maids, stable boys, cooks, lackeys and servants to prepare the wedding.

For what? Leah thought with gritted teeth as stopped to brush her blond curls from her face and wipe her face with the sleeve of her grey dress. the prince didn't even liked his bride..

Suddenly someone jumped over the battlements and Leah gave a high scream. Panic could be read in her hazel eyes, all kind of dreadful scenario's crossing her mind. "Who are you?" she asked the figure in the dark.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(Sojourner, sorry about this but I have realised I'll probably be too busy to participate in this RP. Hope that's okay. So I'll just withdraw my character.)

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

(That's fine.)

Alexandria stared blankly at the girl who'd just - Quite rudely, she thought - yelped in her face. Her unusual golden eyes looked the servant girl up and down, not unlike a cat sizing up whether its prey was better for eating or batting around a bit. "Hmmm," she murred with a grin, showing even, white teeth. "Jumpy little thing, this one is, eh Bastian? Seas 'n Skies, I hope they don't all frighten so easily here. I would so hate to make a ruckus."
Bastian's massive, muscular bulk eased over the battlements and he stood behind her, a towering figure. His hand grabbed Alex's shoulder none too lightly and he yanked her aside, scolding, "It's a bit late for such precautions, don't ya think? What the hell did you make her scream for?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Leah looked with wide eyes from the man to the woman, not at all following their conversation. Her heartbeat slowed somewhat down again since it was no stranger or soldier who'd scared the wits out of her. As she looked at the twosome more closely she figured they were no courtiers. Since they'd came here uninvited she'd let go of her humble attitude and asked more sharply: "Who are you? Or should I ask the guards to identify you?" She put her hands on her hips, scolding inwardly at these unexpected visitors.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Maria walked through the grounds, she was very exited, with the wedding, every one would be upstairs, that would give her time to still what she wished, and after 6 months working here, she knew every nook. Suddenly she heard a yelpish scream and walked towards the noise. Leah, whats going on?' she asked until she saw Alexandria. "Alex, so nice to see you again." she said with a sour tone.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Alexandria whirled on her, eyes wide and hands akimbo. "And who says we weren't invited?" she burst. "The prince invited us himself! Isn't that right, Bastian?"
Bastian stared soberly at her a moment before concluding, "You're a horrible liar, you know that?"
She raised her hand to slap him when a familiar voice grabbed her ear. Her eyes locked onto the newcomer, recognition resonating there. "Wha...? YOU?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Maria smiled slyly. Oh this was good, she would be able to rub her sucess into the womans face. "Yes it is me." she said and tilted her head slightly. "And why I have the honor of seeing you pitiful face once again?" she asked.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Alexandria snarled and lunged at her, but Bastian was faster and held her back. The wild-haired youth let out a string of curses at her adversary that would've quickly cleared out even the raunchiest of pubs.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Maria laughed. "Bastian, have you ever considered keeping her on a leash?" Maria asked with a too sweet smile. Bastian was the only one of the pair that she didn't mind talking with.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Bastian scoffed, smirking wryly. "It's been tried."

Alex fought against his powerful grip, jerking in his arms. "Bring it, *beep*! I'll *beep*ing slaughter you!"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~