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Post by bluwings on Apr 20, 2008 18:01:06 GMT -5
Whitley: "You ride here? But I haven't seen you before!" I pretended to look thoughtful concerning this matter. "I'm Whitley Treadwell, and that-" I pointed out Trilly - "Is Trillimum... I mean Trillium! She's Mr. Berryhill's cousin, and also the secretary. I wonder how she managed to get that job!" I shot a glare in her general direction. "Can you say 'Nepotism'?"
Ms. Pickman: "Young lady! Master Buck will need more than one free arm if he is to carry in the other type of baggage, as I requested." I pronounced cooly to the flirtatious blond girl. She had something coming...
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Post by hotspot on Apr 20, 2008 22:20:10 GMT -5
Trillium: i practically guffawed out loud as Ms. Pickman blew up at Whitley... finally, someone with some sense! i was beginning to like the new party stager all the time! as Whitley huffily held the door, i slowed down to let Justin catch up to me. "Don't mind Whitley at all... she's only the least talented rider to ride for Berryhill. she could be great, but she'd rather be shopping." i confided to him, hoping not to sound catty. "like she said, I'm Trillium, not Trillimum. and you must be Justin?"
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Post by bluwings on Apr 22, 2008 16:59:02 GMT -5
Whitley: That little snit was attempting to steal Justin! Oh well, all I would have to do would be to try on a few amazing ball gowns before I was feeling back to my old self...
Ms. Pickman: Master Buck set the trunks down in the lobby. "Miss Treadwell and Miss..." I looked inquiringly at the shorter girl- "You may look at the dresses now, if you want."
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Post by phantomstallion94 on Apr 23, 2008 17:48:26 GMT -5
Justin:
i nodded my head to Whitley as she held the door open. i caught up to Trill. "so your the one that meet Miley Brawling," i whispered in her ear. "dont woory, i ride over there all the time too." i said. "so are you going to try on some gowns?" i spoke loudly. as i passed Whitley with the boxes she closed the door and slammed it in Trill's face. i quickly opened the door for Trill to enter. i went back to the boxes and opened them. "i ride a lot of horses here that are mine. i just got a new one a black mare with a fudgy brown mane and tail. her name is Airborne Magic, Miley Brawling bought her for me."
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Post by bluwings on Apr 24, 2008 17:13:02 GMT -5
Whitley: The door slammed in my face, coming THIS CLOSE to messing up my favorite nose job! I huffily swung it open and stormed back into the lobby. "Ms. Pickman, can I open up the trunk now?" I wheedled. Ms. Pickman: "No." I said bluntly. "I'll do it myself. You probably wouldn't know how." I undid the latch and took out the first one on top. Picture: "It's a little simple, but the beading is... " I sought a good word that Whitley wouldn't know. "Floccinaucihillipificacious!" Now, for Trillium... Picture: "It's a bit foofy, but I do love it!"
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Post by hotspot on Apr 24, 2008 17:48:01 GMT -5
Trillium: "I'm Trillium Planxty-Houlihan, Ms. Pickman. Milton's cousin." i clarified. we then went out the rest of the way to the hummer, and got the trunks. i carried a small one, probabyl containing shoes or something. when Whitley attempted to slam the door in my face, Justin caught it and opened it for me. "why, thank you! who says chivalry isn't dead?" i laughed. he told me all about his horses- "they all sound great! can i meet airborne magic soon? i wish i was allowed to ride." i said, making sure a not of faux melancholy came into my voice. i would have to tell Justin about my secret, Pandora's Box, some other time. then, my thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Pickman.
she had just showed Whitley a nice champagne-colored dress, festooned with sequins. i liked it, but Milton would never, ever, in a million years let me wear something sleeveless. but no one was going to stop Francesca Blade from wearing whatever she wanted to to the ball...
then, Ms. Pickman (who i began to call 'picky' in my mind,) held up my dress. i smiled weakly; it was a pretty color, like key lime pie, but had a very fufu-rufu bow of lime green and lemon yellow chiffon at the hip. it also featured a line of similar roses parading across the top. oh well- as long as it wasn't crushed velvet, and didn't have a big lacy yolk, i loved it. "that's, um, pretty, Ms. Pickman."
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Post by bluwings on Apr 25, 2008 18:05:15 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman: I saw the consternation in Miss Houlihan's face. I decided, therefore, to rescue her. "Yes, but it wouldn't suit you. At all. You're much too pale." I told her briskly. Whitley: The dress Ms. Pickman held out to me was elegant, but a bit too simple. Oh well, I might as well try it on to get on her good side... *Whitley leaves to try on the dress* Ms. Pickman: "This one is just as modest, but more complementary." I held up a Picture:
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Post by hotspot on Apr 25, 2008 19:56:22 GMT -5
Trillium: i clapped happily. "i just loooove this one! thanks pic- er, Ms. Pickman!" i exclaimed. i darted off to the restroom, which featured five kinds of lotion, stalls the size of your average bedroom, and a fainting couch, not to mention candles, zen music, and waka poems hung on the walls.
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Post by phantomstallion94 on Apr 26, 2008 13:09:58 GMT -5
Justin: as Ms. Pickman pulled out dresses for the girls to where i decided i should say something. "Whitley i like that dress on you," i said as she walked out of the bathroom. as Ms. Pickman pulled out a lime green dress for Trill, she seemed like it wasnt her and it really wasnt. as Ms. Pickman pulled out a reddish brown one i instantly thought of Miley. i did love Miley but i knew our friendship was meant to stay a friendship and nothing more. i sighed, Miley would have loved that dress. as Trill snatched the dress and ran off for the bathroom, i walked over to the trunk and looked at them. i found three i thought Miley would like, a purple one, a mixed tan and blue one, and a turquoise one with a lace in the middle. "Mr. Berryhill, are the Sterling Stable girls going to come over and try on dresses?" i asked as i picked up the gowns i found and started to walk over to the wall to hang up the gowns.
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Post by bluwings on Apr 27, 2008 18:03:11 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman: "I should hope so, Master Buck. They can't be underdressed. In fact, I think I'll call Katie Sterling now!" I announced.
Whitley: "It's too simple!" I whined to Ms. Pickman, but when Justin complemented me on the dress, I returned a sweet "Thank you!"
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Post by hotspot on Apr 27, 2008 23:13:58 GMT -5
Milton: "of course. Miss Katherine and i have exchanged emails on the subject, and she will bring her riders over as soon as the last ones have registered." *that means liberty!* "meanwhile, i'm sure ms. pickman can find you a tuxedo, master buck."
Trillium: the dark orange, dress, although a tad big, was beautiful! i swirled out into the lobby, feeling like a princess. of course, i would have to be two princesses in one when it came time for the ball- which meant two dresses.
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Post by bluwings on Apr 28, 2008 16:53:13 GMT -5
OOC: PS94, that site is amazing (promdress4U, I think it is!) and I got several more up on the dress thread from it, but could you (and anybody who wants to put their own dress uo!) PM me the links BEFORE you put them in a post? That way, I can put all the dresses in one place so EVERYONE has an equal chance at all the dresses? It will be much fair-er that way! Thank you! (P.S.- I already have the purple on in the thread- I'll add the other two directly!)
Ms. Pickman: "Master Buck, what color cumberbunds and boutinerre would you prefer?" I asked. If he wanted them at all, of course!
WHitley: "I'll try on the rest when everyone else gets here." I said, sauntering back into the lobby in my regular clothes. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pickman. I must go practice my dressage routine!" When I passed Justin on my way out, I smiled charmingly.
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Post by phantomstallion94 on Apr 29, 2008 17:52:30 GMT -5
Justin: as Ms. Pickman went on about stuff i had no clue what she was talking about. "huh?" i asked her dumbfounded. "Trill, that looks amazing on you," i said after Whitley left the room. i smiled to Whitley as she left the room. after awhile i would go out and watch Whitley practice her dressage. "Trill, why dont you try on this one," i said pulling out a navy blue dress with gemstones. OOC: ok blue, sorry. im going to put this in the dress thing too.
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Post by bluwings on Apr 29, 2008 21:03:11 GMT -5
Ms. Pickman: "A cumberbund, of course, is the little sash-thing young men wear under a tuxedo!" I said indignantly. "But, I suppose that they're not as popular now as they were when I had my debutante party- they all had pastel-toned ones to match the attendant's dresses! You don't have to wear one. On the other hand, though, a boutinnere is the little flowery-thing you put in your button hole! It will match your date's corsage!" boutinnerre: all these men have white buttonierres!
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Post by hotspot on Apr 30, 2008 17:26:42 GMT -5
Trillium: i eyed the dress that Justin held out. although it was a pretty color of dark atlantic blue, there was no way in the world that Milton or my parents were going to let me wear something with nary a strap in sight. i was stretching the limits with my off-the-shoulder pick of the aumtumn dress. "it's pretty, but i have, ummm, very overprotective parents, to put it lightly." i sighed, throwing a glance over my shoulder at Milton. he, of course, was looking at cumberbunds.
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