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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 21:53:43 GMT -5
Bios first, then I'll post. Name: Age: Celeb Claim: Family: Romantic Interests: Name: Grace Wellington Age: 24 Celeb Claim: Charity Wakefield Family: _____ (sister), Rebecca (mother), William (father), Samuel (brother) Romantic Interests: Norrington (she fancies him, that's all), Cutler Beckett
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 29, 2011 21:59:55 GMT -5
Name: Olivia Wellington Age: 26 Celeb Claim: Emmy Rossum Family: Grace (sister), Rebecca (mother), William (father), Samuel (brother) Romantic Interests: Jack Sparrow(always and only)
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 22:10:08 GMT -5
I sat in the study at my father's desk, writing in my diary. I knew that if my siblings ever got a hold of it I would be made fun of for as long as I lived; it was filled with my feelings towards James Norrington, who seemed to only have eyes for Elizabeth Swan, the beautiful young woman she is. Sometimes I wish he would look at me as he does Elizabeth, but my mother says I shouldn't force myself onto any man; they will come if they like me. No one has yet, and I am afraid my father will bring a man in from England to wed me. He is far more lenient on my sister, who is older than I am, and my brother was to be married in the spring. I wish he did not have to move out of our father's house; my brother, along with Olivia, are my best friends.
"I found her!" I heard Samuel yell, and I noticed he was standing in the doorway. Olivia appeared next to him and I closed my diary. "Were you looking for me?"
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 29, 2011 22:20:34 GMT -5
I wandered around the house looking for my sister. The new lord was in town and we were supposed to attend his luncheon. I wasn't entirely interested in going but I was hopeful to find someone of interest to talk to. I knew about Grace's feelings for James Norrington and was envious that she had found someone to be excited about. So far in my 26 years, I hadn't been able to find anyone except a childhood crush that once pushed me in the mud. I guess you could say I had a thing for the rotten. "I found her!" I heard Samuel yelling from our father's study and walked to his voice. I saw Grace sitting their with her diary and knew she must have been writing about James. I stole and read her diary once but never told her out of fear of punishment from our parents. "Yes, actually." I answered her, leaning against the doorway. "We have a luncheon to attend. Now you need to change into a more appropriate dress to impress this new lord." I told her with a smirk.
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 22:34:01 GMT -5
I pouted and stood, putting my diary back in between two of father's older books, the ones I knew Samuel wouldn't read. I had to make sure he would never see it; no matter how close we were I'd rather no one finding out about my crush. "But I don't want to go! It is just another way for father to hand me off to a man, and there is no one that interests me." I lied. I knew that my liking of a man had no effect on a possible marriage, but I could still try to find one that I liked. "Can you just tell father that I do not wish to go? Truly, he cannot expect me to go out every time a new lord comes into Port Royal." I said, rolling my eyes.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 29, 2011 22:41:44 GMT -5
I chuckled as she lied through her teeth and Samuel looked at her sympathetically. I knew she hated going to these things even if it did give us a chance to dress up and do our hair special but I knew there was no way our father would let us get out of it. He was very keen on showing us off to his collegues. Therefore I went along with it. Grace would usually rather spend her time in, reading a book or writing in her diary. We differed in that sense. I was the one that wanted to get out and travel even.
"You and I both know you won't have a choice." Samuel answered her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "But don't worry, I'll keep the men away." He winked at her and walked away. I smirked at her.
"Come on, let's go get ready." I took her hand and led her to her room. "So, is there no man that interests you here, sister? Not a single one?" I asked, sitting on her bed while I waited for her to sift through her closet and find a dress. I was hoping if I prodded enough she would just admitt to having a fancy for James and we could talk about it. But I knew it was unlikely. She was shy and stubborn when it came to such topics.
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 22:51:21 GMT -5
I smiled and thanked Samuel as he walked away, knowing full well that he would only keep them away until he spotted a pretty girl to go and flirt with. He will never settle down with his bride, I know he won't, and if the poor girl knew what was good for her she'd demand her father move their family back to England so she could marry someone who wouldn't talk to other girls so often, and make them blush.
"No, there is not." I replied quickly, trying not to smile. I couldn't help it; thinking of James always made me smile. I just wish he would smile in my direction one night, instead of looking for Elizabeth and spending the evening alone if he couldn't find her. I sighed. "It doesn't even matter, Olivia, he will not even look at me." I said. I wanted so badly to tell my sister of my crush but I was afraid of what she would say.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 29, 2011 22:57:58 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes and went to the mirror to start fixing my hair. "I knew there was somebody. I could tell by the way you've been acting about these kinds of events. You used to love getting dolled up and dancing with anyone who would ask for your arm. Now you sulk." I paused and looked at her. "If only you would tell me who he was, I could help you. I could maybe talk to him for you. Some times all it takes is for them to know you're interested. At least, that's what Bailey says." Bailey was my maid. She takes care of my room and clothes and I talk to her often. I consider her as more of a friend than anything. "Just tell me know he is?" I begged.
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 23:03:39 GMT -5
I gasped at her. "I do not[/] sulk!" I said, crossing my arms. I knew she was right, but I was too stubborn to let her know that. I loved all of the men at events looking at me and smiling, whispering to their friends while keeping their eyes on me, hoping another wouldn't dance with me while they stood around. I loved getting my hair put up in ridiculous hairdos just because I knew the men loved it; now, I would rather go in an everyday dress with my hair down as if I were going to bed. I hated making the effort now. "Promise not to laugh... it is James Norrington." I said his name rather quietly.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 29, 2011 23:08:20 GMT -5
I grinned at her as she stubbornly tried to deny sulking although we both knew I was right. She had dramatically changed her outlook on the normal routines. My smile only widend as she finally admitted to being interested in James. I made myself look surprised and took a second to pretend I had to process the new information. "James Norrington?" I asked, curiously. "My, my. What a good choice. He is a handsome one. But I see your troubles. He does seem to fancy Miss. Elizabeth Swan quite a bit now. But don't worry too much about that. She's betrothed to William Turner." I spoke, standing so she could sit in front of the mirror before moving to do her hair as well.
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 23:23:42 GMT -5
I scoffed. "That doesn't matter, he still looks for her at every gathering and always spends the night alone once she runs to William." I said, and sighed, letting her start working on my hair. "I just want something plain, Olivia. Maybe if I embarrass father I will not have to come to these luncheons anymore." I said. "It's a stupid thing, wasting my time thinking of James. He probably is not aware that I am alive." I said. It really did bother me that he never once asked for my hand in a dance, while I was left to dance with Louis Cottonwood the other evening, and he is a terrible dancer, always stepping on my toes. I had my eyes on James the entire time, and he did not once return the glance.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 29, 2011 23:27:41 GMT -5
I gave her a sympathetic smile. "Im sure one day he'll notice you and he'll forget about Elizabeth--who is rather plain in my opinion--and the two of you will be married and sail off into the sunset." I said, and finished her hair. "At least you have someone to lust after. I haven't found a single man who caught my intrest. The men of Port Royal are all so dull. If James doesn't notice you soon, I say we run away together and find respectable men from England who will dote on us." I teased, knowing she would never leave. She loved our home.
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 23:32:08 GMT -5
I frowned. "All of that sounds rather enjoyable, but I'd rather stay here. I could never deal with being on a ship; I would be sick! And where are the bits where he gets to kiss me all day long? Oh, don't tell father I told you that, dreaming of James kissing me. I don't think he would like hearing that..." I said, and shut my mouth before I said something else stupid. "You'll find someone, Olivia, there's no need for us to leave! Besides, why would I leave Port Royal? All I've ever known is here. You can go, but I will stay."
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Post by Annabelle Black on Apr 29, 2011 23:39:06 GMT -5
I grinned again. "Well, dear sister, you would be married. Kissing--and other such intimate acts--are all part of the package." I teased her and then sighed. "I'll find someone when we get a little less bland and a little more tasteful." I pouted. "Well I was hoping I wouldn't have to go on my adventure alone but alright."
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Post by Lillian Black on Apr 29, 2011 23:44:48 GMT -5
I blushed deeply at the thought of things I had only heard whispers of in the taverns I so often frequented with Samuel to make sure he returned home alright. I wasn't supposed to be in there with him, but I refused to wait outside so I waited by his side while he drank and said vile things about the girls in town, but since he was my brother I turned the other cheek and pretended I didn't hear him say such things. "Well, maybe if my dream didn't come true... maybe I would go with you. But I wouldn't live in England! I would return here, as would you, once you found a man."
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