Post by Tiki on Dec 30, 2006 9:33:11 GMT -5
Character name: Elizabeth Swann
FP ID: #412737
One word: Curious
Response: I sat in my large room, part of the mansion that belonged to my family, only half aware of what was going on around me. People were bustling around the house, busily tending to anything and everything. Blooming flower pots were stacked neatly around the house, their colors brightly intensifying the room. Maids swept and cleaned any remaining dust particles that may have remained on the floors and countertops, making everything shine its most magnificent. And here I sat, staring at the glorious dress before me.
It was everything I had ever wanted: A wedding to a perfect man, with everybody I could ever imagine attending. I couldn't wait for the time to come when I would slip the dress over my body; fix my brunette locks, not a strand out of place, and strut down the aisle holding an overflowing bushel of flowers. A smile appeared on my face as I imagined it. My wedding would be perfect. I just knew it.
William Turner was a man any woman would ever dream of marrying. He was strong and brave, and quite handsome to say the least. He was a blacksmith, yes, but I loved him and nothing would ever change that. I would rather be happy and be married a blacksmiths wife than be known as Mrs. Commodore James Norrington where I would be cooped up at the house all day. I may be a woman of high class, but I didn't want a life that was always so predictable.
Once I had been upon a ghost ship, seen the ways and lives of the men aboard the ship. I had known and helped a pirate and seen the cursed treasure of the Aztecs. That had been some months ago now, but now it seems like it was just yesterday.
I stood up from my seat at the vanity chair and made my way across the room to the large window that overlooked Port Royal. People were scurrying to and fro, most likely returning back home to their loved ones after a hard days work. I wondered where Will was now...was he at work still? Was he at home, preparing for the wedding just as my family was? I wondered whether I constantly occupied his mind just as he did mine.
Thoughts of that nature swan through my head as I walked over to where my gorgeous silk wedding dress rested on my bed, its volumous skirt flowing gradually onto the floor below me. I walked around it, carfully stepping over the folds on the floor, as I studied its form for probably the tenth time today. Sitting down on the bed beside it, I took the body in my hands and ran my fingers over the detailed beading on the stomacher. A small smile appeared on my pink mouth. Nothing could ever ruin a wedding like this...nothing...
(I hope you guys don't mind that I added to my original entry...I had more time to sit down and think, so I decided to edit it.)
FP ID: #412737
One word: Curious
Response: I sat in my large room, part of the mansion that belonged to my family, only half aware of what was going on around me. People were bustling around the house, busily tending to anything and everything. Blooming flower pots were stacked neatly around the house, their colors brightly intensifying the room. Maids swept and cleaned any remaining dust particles that may have remained on the floors and countertops, making everything shine its most magnificent. And here I sat, staring at the glorious dress before me.
It was everything I had ever wanted: A wedding to a perfect man, with everybody I could ever imagine attending. I couldn't wait for the time to come when I would slip the dress over my body; fix my brunette locks, not a strand out of place, and strut down the aisle holding an overflowing bushel of flowers. A smile appeared on my face as I imagined it. My wedding would be perfect. I just knew it.
William Turner was a man any woman would ever dream of marrying. He was strong and brave, and quite handsome to say the least. He was a blacksmith, yes, but I loved him and nothing would ever change that. I would rather be happy and be married a blacksmiths wife than be known as Mrs. Commodore James Norrington where I would be cooped up at the house all day. I may be a woman of high class, but I didn't want a life that was always so predictable.
Once I had been upon a ghost ship, seen the ways and lives of the men aboard the ship. I had known and helped a pirate and seen the cursed treasure of the Aztecs. That had been some months ago now, but now it seems like it was just yesterday.
I stood up from my seat at the vanity chair and made my way across the room to the large window that overlooked Port Royal. People were scurrying to and fro, most likely returning back home to their loved ones after a hard days work. I wondered where Will was now...was he at work still? Was he at home, preparing for the wedding just as my family was? I wondered whether I constantly occupied his mind just as he did mine.
Thoughts of that nature swan through my head as I walked over to where my gorgeous silk wedding dress rested on my bed, its volumous skirt flowing gradually onto the floor below me. I walked around it, carfully stepping over the folds on the floor, as I studied its form for probably the tenth time today. Sitting down on the bed beside it, I took the body in my hands and ran my fingers over the detailed beading on the stomacher. A small smile appeared on my pink mouth. Nothing could ever ruin a wedding like this...nothing...
(I hope you guys don't mind that I added to my original entry...I had more time to sit down and think, so I decided to edit it.)