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eachdraidh2015-01-28 10:36 pm
fabulosa) wrote in eachdraidh2015-01-28 10:36 pm
1st Act | Video | Open to both Courts; Evening of the Feast
[Oh. My. God. She's in hell. She has to be - that's the only explanation. The biggest question is why because as far as she's concerned, she hasn't done anything to deserve this. At the urging of the tiny, creepy creatures, she'd made a pass through the feast before quickly deciding a big nope on that.
She doesn't mingle.
Even if the food smelled amazing. Instead, she settled back in her rooms, a tray of some of the selections in front of her on the large bed as the imps parade some wardrobe choices in front of her. She has her makeup and hair products scattered around her, dress tucked underneath her. She'd spent about 10 minutes scaring a few of the imps into submission, finding them not to be too bad once they stopped biting. They weren't Boi, but they'd have to do for now - desperate times called for desperate measures. She's even let one of them hold her Tiffany bracelet. See? She can totally play nice with others.
The locket pans the explosion of fabric in her very nice bedroom, along with the growing pile of 'nopes'. She has them add one more to it as a dress is shown to her, a bark of laughter followed by a shake of her head, before focusing on the locket the imp was currently holding. She takes a sip of the wine they'd brought up as well before giving her best smile.]
So, war. That's a thing. Not really sure why I was brought here. I mean, like, I've got super important stuff I need to be doing back home. I have an epic last summer before college to figure out with my brother, put my finishing touches on my 10-step plan to be on Broadway, and pick and design my college apartment. I don't have time to deal with this extra drama or this color scheme. Ew. I mean, hello... Dark, gloomy shades are so not meant for my skin tone.
[She gives another thumbs down at the clothes before giving an exasperated sigh.]
Speaking of. Clothing. Money isn't an issue. [She pulls her wallet out of her pink Prada tote, letting the plastic card holder tumble out in an impressive display. Most of the credit cards are pink, created specially for her, except for the black American Express.] Designer labels are a definite bonus.
[There's a little squeak from one of the imps, reminding her of something important.]
Right. I'm Sharpay, by the way. [It was weird thinking there were people here that didn't know who she was. It's okay, though, that'd be changing real soon.] And I guess that's it for now.
Ok... Toodles! [And with that she gives a little wave of her hand, the imp shutting the locket quickly after.]
She doesn't mingle.
Even if the food smelled amazing. Instead, she settled back in her rooms, a tray of some of the selections in front of her on the large bed as the imps parade some wardrobe choices in front of her. She has her makeup and hair products scattered around her, dress tucked underneath her. She'd spent about 10 minutes scaring a few of the imps into submission, finding them not to be too bad once they stopped biting. They weren't Boi, but they'd have to do for now - desperate times called for desperate measures. She's even let one of them hold her Tiffany bracelet. See? She can totally play nice with others.
The locket pans the explosion of fabric in her very nice bedroom, along with the growing pile of 'nopes'. She has them add one more to it as a dress is shown to her, a bark of laughter followed by a shake of her head, before focusing on the locket the imp was currently holding. She takes a sip of the wine they'd brought up as well before giving her best smile.]
So, war. That's a thing. Not really sure why I was brought here. I mean, like, I've got super important stuff I need to be doing back home. I have an epic last summer before college to figure out with my brother, put my finishing touches on my 10-step plan to be on Broadway, and pick and design my college apartment. I don't have time to deal with this extra drama or this color scheme. Ew. I mean, hello... Dark, gloomy shades are so not meant for my skin tone.
[She gives another thumbs down at the clothes before giving an exasperated sigh.]
Speaking of. Clothing. Money isn't an issue. [She pulls her wallet out of her pink Prada tote, letting the plastic card holder tumble out in an impressive display. Most of the credit cards are pink, created specially for her, except for the black American Express.] Designer labels are a definite bonus.
[There's a little squeak from one of the imps, reminding her of something important.]
Right. I'm Sharpay, by the way. [It was weird thinking there were people here that didn't know who she was. It's okay, though, that'd be changing real soon.] And I guess that's it for now.
Ok... Toodles! [And with that she gives a little wave of her hand, the imp shutting the locket quickly after.]
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And I don't know why I was dragged here. I'm not a soldier and I'm not about to jump into somebody else's massive mess just because they kidnapped me. [If they really wanted her help, they should have just asked nicely. Not... that... she would have.
Ok. She sort of sees the point.]
Also, my brother's apparently here but in the other court. So, yeah.
[Wompiest of womps.]
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For some reason, I don't think we have much of a choice. Pretty sure we're all stuck here 'til the war is over, and who knows how long that's going to be? [ He shrugs, doesn't seem to fussed about it. All he's worried about is the one person he's left behind. ] So good luck staying out of it, even if it doesn't involve fighting.
[ Ouch. That's unfortunate. Jake tries to imagine how it would feel to have his mother, or Sherry, in the other court, and doesn't quite like the feeling. ] That.. sucks.
You'll see each other soon, probably.
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Well it can't go on forever. [The edge to her words drop for a moment as her eyes go wide.] Can it? [Oh god, she could be stuck here forever and ever with no technology or access to a day spa.
Taking a cleansing breath, she gives a little scoff as she exhales.]
No kidding. If this war is legit, then people are gonna expect me to fight my brother. [Something she's not gonna do, not on this scale. Sure, they bicker and have their own spats but it's never led to bloodshed.]
I don't know how. I don't even know how to get out of here to find him.
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[ If there's one thing Jake is glad about, it's the fact that his partner isn't here and on the other side. He doubts he would be able to fight Sherry, after all they had been through already - they'd fought side by side, not against each other, and he wasn't quite sure he'd be able to. ] Avoid him best you can. Seems like the only thing to do.
Ask around, see if there's anyone that can help. Connections are useful as all hell, in cases like this.