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[ofanjous]

tagging: anyone !!

location: the chapel within hôtel saint-pol 

     it had been some thirty years since isabella had departed her homeland for a throne she no long coveted and a husband no longer compendious. within that time, she had returned to the country of her birth only once, then she had been a queen as radiant as the sun in splendour, basking within the regality of her status. now she was naught more than a pitiful exile, shrouded by grief, vexation and an all consuming hunger for vengeance. the experience, may have been humbling to most – a prime example of how fortunes wheel could cast even the mightiest into the murkiest of waters – yet for isabella, the turning of the wheel had only heightened her own hubris. ardent in her belief they would one day bask in the sun’s rays once more, she had fortified, exerted patience and watched henry’s court as though a predator stalking its prey, awaiting the opportune moment to strike. 

such a moment had finally arrived, after twenty long years she had the opportunity to flex her political prowess within the court of her french relatives. her letters of support may have gone unanswered in the past, but to hear her pleas parted from her own honied lips was something no king nor emperor could disregard. whilst it was true that her position had been weakened since the death of her son, her husband still breathed and as greatly as she wished their roles had been reversed, at the very least he was still a direct threat, if only in theory alone.  it was for them both that she had taken to her knees in prayer that morning, the quietude of the chapel soothing her tormented soul and offering guidance for a woman who had long-since lost any semblance of sainthood. with her final declaration of devotion uttered, isabella made the sign of the cross upon her person, raising to her feet in order to light a candle for the slain martyr sprung from her own womb.

“ hasten to tell me what should be so important as to disturb a queen at prayer.” she spoke to the figure looming within the shadows. there had been a time when tears stained her cheeks upon her solemn reflection into all that had been lost and she would have confronted any trespasser, friend or foe, with the damnation of fire and brimstone, lest they gaze upon isabella in anything but her queenly regality. tears had long since ran dry, the drought of emotion hardening to icy glaciers. 

[thunpreparcd]

status open now closed location hotel saint-pol

The colour blue engulfs them, each wall and floor is lined with the carpet of French Royal blood, every corner glittering with wall hangings or bunches of forget-me-nots, bluebells and irises pinched into pouches to keep the smell of the Seine away. To someone more attuned to the ocean, perhaps one would think of the coast as the colour follows your person around the stone laden Hotel Saint-Pol — but Philip, born to the valleys of Aachen, had rarely ever been lucky enough to see the sea first hand. Indeed, though he had come to follow his father or lead squadrons within the Reichasarmee, his travels had never quite lead him to the coast — of which, within the Holy Roman Empire’s control, were few and far between unless you were to travel Southwards towards Italy, where tensions grew against the burning Kingdom of Naples. 

“It is quite something —,” he remarked in French, then finding himself somewhat thankful for the tutor who had pressed upon the young Prince that if one was to succeed to his father’s own throne, that one was to learn the languages of Europa without hesitation. “They evidently know how to express such splendour to the rest of us — though I wonder if this is merely the surface with little substance. What do you think?” He asked, turning to another wanderer of those halls

[hremaximh]

open starter

location: the emperor's apartments 

 Experience of a certain kind lay before Maximilian, on no narrow scale; Paris was a cosmopolitan city, and its current inhabitants from every nation, and likewise varied in rank of life. His mind was a good deal bent on success - Maximilian could not bear the thought of being baffled or outwitted by the the undisciplined and indocility of lesser minds present. Wishing to get a more definite idea of his companions, whose positions seem to him insecure or overconfident, he requested them to favour him with a personal visit; they gathered now in his apartment, each come to flourish and display thier best charms. "I thank you for accepting my invitation -- I have no doubt you received numerous requests for an audience, and took great care in delegating your time." The Emperor's expectant, sober look never waned; rather, it intensified. 

"I take pleasure in remarking upon the weather or the finery displayed in my hosts grand halls, but I believe us both to be above small talk; shall we be direct? I wish to speak on matters of greater importance and urgency -- my own curiosity, being the finest motivator. What is your greatest hope for this glorious summit? Is it friendship, perhaps? A quest, of a personal nature; or something else entirely, you are not disposed to readily share?" 

[felipeprincipe]

open, somewhere in the halls of the hotel saint-pol

Felipe bore no ill-will toward those who had come to the summit, and yet friendliness was far from his nature, so one might be forgiven for thinking it was so. Even if he bore no active intention of unkindness, the Prince of Asturias had thus far kept his distance from the other celebrants, even in the midst of the great festivities. His participation in the current conversation, then, had come rather against his will, and yet he maintained civility. "I am not one for great shows of celebration," he admitted, in regards to his relative quiet since the arrival in Paris. "Such gatherings are vital, I think, for the growth of friendship, but I find greater pleasure in peaceful moments, when one is better able to focus on the spirit. Do you not find this to be so?"

[svltyed]

LOCATION: West Ham Town Hall

&&.   to   mara,   it   only   seemed   right   to   stay   in   a   neutral   zone   until   things   were   more   situated.   it   was   just   recently   that   the   leaders   of   each   faction   took   their   people   to   their   claimed   territories,   and   the   factionless   dispersed   wherever   they   wished   to   be.   a   part   of   them   envied   the   factionless   -   they   were   free,   essentially,   to   do   whatever   they   pleased,   unlike   them.   letting   out   a   sigh,   she   pulled   open   the   map   of   the   college,   town,   colored   pens   and   highlighters   set   out   in   front   of   her.   a   small   frown   of   deep   concentration   littered   between   their   brows.   “i   can’t   remember   who   had   what,”   mara   muttered,   more   so   to   themselves   than   the   person   sitting   across   from   them.   mara   looked   up.   “does   that   make   me   a   terrible   leader?”

[zoiilist]

* OPEN. 

location: picnic area at west ham commons.

       fingers fumble with the current task at hand — sewing a lone button back onto her prized flannel shirt. admittedly, the shirt had seen better days but noelle clung to it like the fabric was imported silk, the item holding far too much sentimental value for her to toss it. her frustration builds as she tries to thread the needle, attention turning to the sun that was now directly in her line of sight. “ is it just me or are the days getting longer ? ” as each day transformed into the next, it seemed as though time seemed to drag on ( or maybe she was finally losing it ) . she laughs but it’s dry and bitter, shaking her head as she rolls the button between her fingers. “ you know, i rarely enjoy watching the sunset anymore . . . just means another long ass day is on its way. ”

[ofrosenthals]

location: mcdermott drugstore availability: any!

survival  now  took  on  a  different  meaning  than  it  had  the  earlier  part  of  her  life.  everything  had  always  been  about  survival,  where  they  were  going  to  eat,  sleep,  how  they  were  going  to  get  to  school,  how  she  was  going  to  pay  for  college,  even  her  escape  plan.  survival  now  was  still  in  the  same  vein  with  the  same  issues,  just  a  different  set  of  skills.  she  needed  to  take  a  step  back  and  reevaluate  the  means  of  which  she  was  given,  the  means  of  which  they  were  all  fighting  for.  autumn  had  braced  the  walk  to  mcdermott,  having  turned  over  her  own  bottle  of  ibuprofen  and  turning  up  empty  handed.  maybe  it  was  the  weather,  or  the  migraine  headache,  or  the  last  town  meeting  they  had  attended,  but  her  mood  was  sour,  and  she’s  certain  the  look  on  her  face  said  it  all.  she  found  the  medication  she  was  looking  for  easily,  but  apparently  wasn’t  the  only  one  in  need  of  their  limited  supply.  “wait  don’t  tell  me,”  she  feigns  a  pout,  “you  partied  too  hard  the  last  time  we  tapped  into  the  town’s  alcohol  supply  and  you’re  truly  paying  the  price?”  

[utopiian]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  hollow  falls  park  .

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:  open  !

               (   *      ──     𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄  𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄  from  the  duties  of  being  one  of  the  co  -  leaders  of  new  ham's  third  faction  .  finnegan  contemplates  the  falls  in  silence  that  is  only  broken  when  they  hear  footsteps  behind  them  ,  gentle  voice  accompanied  by  birdsong  .  ❛  do  you  hear  that  see  see  see  sound  ?  they're  ...  ❜  a  pause  as  they  look  down  at  an  edition  of  birdwatcher's  digest  they've  borrowed  ,  ❛  golden  -  crowned  kinglets  .  they've  got  the  coolest  little  yellow  and  red  mohawk  .  isn't  that  adorable  ?  ❜

[falsewrds]

❪  🍂   ❫      𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁    :    anyone .

        𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂   scanned   idly   over   the   isles   of   the   drug   store   ,     a   hint   of   boredom   being   casted   over   round   features .     being   one   of   the   guards   on   duty   for   the   drug   store   wasn’t   such   a   bad   thing   but   it   surely   wasn’t   something   that   kept   his   interests   much   of   the   time .   what   did   manage   to   give   him   a   bit   of   excitement   this   time   around   was   the   person   in   there   with   him .   they’ve   been   seen  a   couple   of   times   throughout   the   past   few   days  ��and   it   actually   annoyed   the   man   a   bit .   ❛    LISTEN   ,   i   don’t   know   what   the   hell   you   do   with   your   supplies   but   try   to   start   saving   your   shit   up   ,   will   ya   ?   you   aren’t   the   only   person   here .    ❜

[flownhigher]

﹡          open，       /          anyone         .

﹡       “      at   least   we   can   see   the   sky.      ”      she   says   absently.   the   smoke   from   the   fire   cleared   a   while   ago,   but   eloise   still   found   herself   gazing   up   with   a   frown   in   her   brows   and   worry   in   her   eyes   like   the   fire   just   happened.      “      no   more   smoke,   just      ...      sky.      ”

[thebettermerton-blog]

Why Luca couldn’t have done this, Ardin had no idea, but here they were, running errands in town. Mirrored sunglasses affized firmly over their eyes, the only concession Ardin made to the summery desert heat. They’d already thrown Bowsers supplies into the back of the car, and now were braving the sun soaked parking lot as they walked towards the lone starbucks, intent on securing themselves a frappuccino. On entering the blessed air conditioning, they sighed slightly, straightening ever so slightly. Stepping into line, they pulled out their phone, tapping at the screen rapid fire, eyes sliding around the edge of the room, hidden by the reflective lenses of their glasses. A few minutes passed, and Ardin began to shift, growing agitated. Every time they looked to the left, they met the same persons gaze, until, two people away from the front of the line, they snapped. “Hey, asshole” They snapped, voice loud as they snapped, stepping out of the line, pulling their sunglasses up. “You got a fucking problem, or do you just like staring at people like some sort of freak?” Because never mind the fact they were wearing all black, skinny jeans, and combat boots in the middle of the desert, it was always gonna be someone elses fault. 

[zombiehunter-kim]

Kim was a little torn up. Somehow a zombie had gotten close to Borealis. The hunters, of course, had gone out and eliminated the problem, but she had gotten hurt in the process. They still weren’t sure how the zombie virus spread, and she was worried about the cuts on her face. Only one was caused by a zombie, the others by clumsy teammates. She had sanitized the wound as quickly as possible, but she couldn’t help but be worried. As she walked back into the city walls, she felt safe again. She knew she’d have to go straight towards the hospital and get checked out, but the safety of the city was one she craved. She wasn’t paying attention when she bumped into someone. “Oh.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

[freshwordsinspired]

Do the work you are supposed to be doing today without being distracted by future events. Every stage of life and business has its own tasks so do today what is required. Unfortunately some young people miss their youth because they want to live like grown ups. When I was a teenager I wanted to grow up quickly so I could have my own car. After I started driving I realized that it gave my parents the license to send me for every little errand. That did not bother me as much as the dissatisfaction I felt. I realized being able to drive was not a heavenly experience. Many business owners miss the fun of creating work they are proud of today because they are worrying about next month. It is important to be futuristic in our thinking as long as it does not distract us from making today the best it can be. As Marian Sampong taught me "If your today is successful, your week will be successful, then your month will be a success. This means you will have a successful year."

[svltyed]

            Location - Clemson & Potter Halls 

&&.  in   one   of   her   emotional   spirals   again,   arwen   dramatically   threw   herself   back   on   the   mattress   again.   she   tossed   the   blanket   up   and   over   her   head;   life   was   hard   without   cocaine,   alright?   she   needed   to   get   the   sun   away   from   her   face.   it   wasn’t   until   she   heard   the   door   slam   open   and   someone   said   something   to   her.   “not   now,   please   ---”   she   grumbled,   voice   muffled   from   the   sheets.   “i’m   not   feeling   well.”   arwen   feigned   a   fake   cough.   “i’m   sick.”