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Post by hotspot on Mar 30, 2008 23:41:48 GMT -5
Milton:
i came to the stables earlier than usual this morning. after all, i had a ball to plan. Trillium, my cousin and secretary, was already there. did she look guilty about somthing, or was it just me?
"we have lots to do, Trillium." i said officially, scanning the huge lobby. "should we have the ball in here, or in the banquet hall?"
Trillium:
as i stooped to pull up the venetian blinds, i rolled my eyes. "the banquet hall, cousin milton." i said dutifully. what did he think, that we would all squish into this tiny lobby for a masquerade ball? somtimes, i think he's crazy.
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Post by hotspot on Apr 1, 2008 19:18:14 GMT -5
Milton:
"Very well, then! you be in charge of decorating, and i'll go call a caterer, musicians, staff, stable hands..." i walked off into my office, already formulating a list of phone numbers. "tell me, what should be the theme?"
Trillium:
"masquerade." i said automatically. although i was dying to attend as a competitor, Milton had no idea that i was surreptitiously training with sterling stables. i wasn't allowed to ride here, since my parents deemed it unladylike. but i had already bought my own horse and taken some lessons, and loved every second of it. with a masquerade ball, i could show up as Francesca, my alterego, and my cousin would have no clue.
Milton:
"oh, yes. and the color scheme?"
Trillium:
this took some more thought. "gold, silver, and bronze... perfect for a compeition." i said matter-of-factly. "with emerald, crimson, and... cerulean blue accents. for the schools' colors."
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Post by bluwings on Apr 11, 2008 20:18:56 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman:
I was set to cater to an upscale ball at Berryhill Stables- one of the most prestigious boarding stables in the West. Of course, this is nothing out of the ordinary for me. Allow me to introduce myself- Ms. Allegra Pickman, owner of Avingnon and Associates party (if your 'party' could also be called a 'ball', 'soiree', or 'another-such-fancy-name') planning, catering, event organizing, and custom formal tailor, seamstress, and manners coach. My real passion was for the gowns- I could live and breathe taffetta, tulle, silk, and swarovski crystals if need be. However, owning a full service was much more profitable, so I made my career out of it. Today, I had driven my H3 in order to have room for sample menus, books of reccommended decor, and 5- yes, only 5- of my trunks of gowns. But, for npw, all of that remained in the Huimmer as i swung my Louis Vuitton bag over my shoulder and straightened a Versace pump on my foot, stepping out of the car and into the swanky lobby. An authorative, but slightly persnickety-looking man gave directions to a young lady who was obviously a secretary.
"Good morning. Mr. Berryhill, I presume?" I presumed.
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Post by hotspot on Apr 11, 2008 20:21:11 GMT -5
Milton:
"Allegra Pickman, i presume?" i retorted. we greeted each other with that formal french air-kiss-on-both-cheeks thing. "i'm very glad that you could stage our event. it must outshine anything Sterling Stables ever dreamed of doing."
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Post by bluwings on Apr 11, 2008 22:32:53 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman:
"Naturallly." I intoned. "This room will do suitably, unless you have something... bigger." A party was always at its best when held in the biggest space possible. Barring, of course, the outside- outdoor parties were my worst nightmare! So many variables that could disrupt my tight preparations, and so... naturey.
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Post by hotspot on Apr 12, 2008 0:05:46 GMT -5
Milton:
"oh, we have a banquet room, of course. Trillium," i snapped my fingers and my cousin came running, "Show Miss Pickman the ballroom while i go check my calls." someone had contacted me yesteday about a new member joining. i would have to make sure he hadn't arrived yet....
Trillium:
i had to escort the scary lady to the ballroom?! oh, dear... but i just put on my sugariest smile. "right this way, miss pickman."
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Post by bluwings on Apr 15, 2008 17:03:43 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman:
"After you show me the room, I should like to make some notes on decor while you get me a Sidecar with scotch." I ordered the small secretary. I needed a drink this early in the morning, but I must say, I loved my job... some people have to WORK for a living, and I get to plan parties!
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Post by hotspot on Apr 15, 2008 19:05:58 GMT -5
Trillium:
i wrinkled my nose as i turned away to fetch a snifter full of icky, fancy liquids for ms. pickman. but, i dutifully said, "yes, ms. pickman." in my most obedient voice. if i was going to divert suspicion from my absences, i would have to earn some brownie points. besides, maybe if the party planner ended up liking me, i culd wear one of the dresses she said she brought, instead of some awful frilly concoction picked out by my parents.
Milton:
"right this way." i led the way through tara-style doors and into the vast ballroom, panneled in oak and walnut. "how is it?"
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Post by bluwings on Apr 16, 2008 17:17:51 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman: The ballroom took my breath away! But, I try never to look impressed unless absolutely necessary. "Yes, this will do... nicely" I said slowly. The room was magnificent! OOC: SPot, i found a good pic for it. if you don't like it, just tell me!  IC: Then, I sized up the secretary. "You will be attending the guests at the ball, right? You need something proper to wear. Help must always look properly at galas such as this." |
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Post by hotspot on Apr 16, 2008 18:10:41 GMT -5
Trillium:
i was rather taken aback. she didn't expect me to, like, serve hors d'oveurs, did she? "i think i'll be attending as a guest," i sadi tentatively.
Milton:
i swooshed in to my younger cousin's rescue. "Trillium will certainly NOT be helping out. she will be at the ball as a guest, even if not as i participant. but she will still need a very suitable dress for the occasion. my aunt and uncle have very little taste in formalwear for her."
Trillium:
i was excited and worried at the same time- Francesca would also have to arrive in style, since she was a participant! i was going to have to be two people at once!!! then again, it meant two gorgeous dresses for me....
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Post by bluwings on Apr 17, 2008 23:07:52 GMT -5
Whitley:
"Well well well, what have we here?" I purred as I walked into the ballroom to see that pipsqueak, Trilly, Milto, and a sophisticated-looking older lady surveying the room. "Party preparations?" I caught a word of their conversation, "...a very suitable dress for the occasion. my aunt and uncle have very little taste in formalwear for her." formal gowns, now? This could really save me the trouble of flying to New York for fittings and all the trouble it caused. "Ma'm, are you attiring guests for the ball?" I asked, turning on the charm.
Ms. Pickman:
"Why, yes, miss, I was just about to send for a boy to get my trunks out of the car. Would you like an advance viewing?" I surveyed the tall, blonde girl with the expensive clothes over my Coach spectacles. Her high heels may be tall, but mine were taller. Being 5'3", wearing stillettos was imperative!
Whitley:
"Certainly! Trilly, go find somebody! Or better yet, carry them in yourself!" I take pride in taking charge of every situation.
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Post by phantomstallion94 on Apr 18, 2008 17:50:05 GMT -5
Justin:
i walked into Mr.Berryhill's office to ask him a question. "Mr. Berryhill?" i asked as i walked in. no one was there. i heard voices down the hall. "Mr. Berryhill?" i asked again walking into a ballroom. "wow," i said, then i looked for Mr. Berryhill, "ah... Mr. Berryhill. i have a question," i said walking forward. i heard the words, boy, get and clothes. "ill help you with getting some clothes," i said stepping forward. i saw two blonde haired girls. one with long curly hair and another with short blonde hair. the long haired girl were very expensive clothes, while the other one were work clothes. "uh... hi im Justin," i said walking forward towardsthe girls. if there was going to be a ball i was gonna need a date.
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Post by hotspot on Apr 18, 2008 18:43:35 GMT -5
Trillium:
i was about to strangle whitley. she is such a snob.... but, thankfully, Milton would not stand for any of his family members to be dissed, especially his favorite cousin, me. of course, i'm his only cousin.
Milton:
"Miss Treadwell!" i said sharply. "Trillium is much too delicate to carry heavy boxes. we will find someone else..." Whitley could be a a terrible overbearer at times, but her presence at the stables fueled the economy. just then, Master Buck arrived. "ah, good! an able-bodied young gentleman!" i proclaimed. "come with me out to Ms. Pickman's car; we have trunks to unload." i snapped my fingers in his direction, and strode out towards the hummer.
Trillium:
i gave Whitley the death eye as Milton monologued. but then, a new person arrived...a guy, about my age. hopefully, he could save me from the terrors of Whitley Treadwell! he offered to help Milton carry out the clothes- how chivalrous! "i'll get a valise or something!" i said, following the two out to the car. anything to get away from her highness!
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Post by bluwings on Apr 18, 2008 20:21:50 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman:
"Certainly, right this way. You, young sir can get these five trunks. Young lady, you carry the menus. And you-" I made a dissmissing gesture at the girl who had given orders- "Can hold the door." This little princess might think that she had a hand in things, and Berryhill might be running the party, but I was the real authority behind it all!
Whitley:
A guy!!!!! Although I felt rather snubbed at being told to hold the door, I could prop it open with something and flirt in the meantime! I linked my arm surreptitiously through his as we walked out to the H3. "He-llo!" I said charmingly. "What brings you to Berryhill today?"
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Post by phantomstallion94 on Apr 19, 2008 9:43:02 GMT -5
Justin:
"uhh... hi," i said as the curly haired girl wrapped her arms through mine, "i ride here," i said giving an answer. i looked over at the short haired girl, she strode off like i was her savour(sp?). "my name is Justin Buck. and you girls are?" i asked as i carried the five boxes at once.
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