Idea Book self entry 2
Title: A Strange Encounter
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Curiosity killed the cat.
"Mary Lynn?"
"Hm......"
"Mary Lynn!"
"What!?"
"Who is that?"
"Are you serious, Aryalynn? Everyone knows who that is," came the agitated reply.
"Well, I'm not everybody! ....So who is it?"
"It's Lord Cavelway!"
"Lord who?" as the head tilted sideways in a confused manner.
"Lord Cavelway. He owns half the country. And, rumor has it, over 75% of the seats in the Gamoot."
"Rumor also has it, that Princess Salynn is mooning over him," Diana Chareston said as she walked over.
"Hello, Diana," Mary Lynn said through gritted teeth. "Why have you come over here?"
"That's a silly quesiton," Aryalynn quipped. "You're always saying she's a gossip, she must have heard us talking about Lard What's-his-name, and feels the need to talk about him."
"Aryalynn!"
"A gossip, huh?" A hand coming up to rest on her hip. "If that's all you think of me, then I'm going to go and not tell you what I've heard about Lord Cavelway and the murders of Arlington." With that, Diana huffed away.
"Aryalynn, your brilliance amazes me." Sarcasm dripping off every syllable.
"Really!" exclaimed cheerfully. Mary Lynn face palmed. "Anyways, does the lord always dress so?"
"From what I know, yes."
"But it's......so strange."
"I know."
"Why are you so mean to me?" Large puppy dog eyes emerging.
"Because........oh, not the eyes!..........oh, because sometimes, well most of the time, you act like a complete ditz!"
"Oh...well.........."
A young man dressed in clearly hand-me-down clothes approached the two well-to-do young ladies.
"Would you care to dance?" he asked Mary Lynn.
A questioning look traversed his body. "Fine. I feel like dancing." The two took off to the dance floor.
Being left alone with no one to distract her rude staring, Aryalynn's eyes latched onto Lord Cavelway yet again. For you see, he dressed in a peculiar way. his suit had many bright lights to it, making him brighter than any Christmas tree, brighter than any Vegas casino lights. Aryalynn, being the silly ditz that she was, could not help but to stare at him.
Feeling the sudden urge to make use of the facilities, she rushed off in that direction. Upon exiting the lavatory, Aryalynn saw something shiny down the darkened hallway away from the party. Her curiosity devouring her, she set off towards it. Onward she went, despite this little nagging feeling growing inside.
After the third turn, Aryalynn realized that the shiny was being pulled along. The nagging feeling roaring in her now, she turned back and tried to find her way back. But not having paid attention to where she was going, she ended up getting herself even more lost.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no. What am I going to do! Mary Lynn will have at me! The......."
She broke off, seeing a bright light.
Lord Cavelway, she thought. Surely he shall be kind enough to help me back to the party.
With this new purpose in mind, she set off in the new direction, but now a sinking accompanied the roaring.
"Lord Cavelway? ............." The scream brimmed.
A flash, a thunk. Red flying, legs folding in on themselves and a loud plunk.
Lord Cavelway pulled out his monogrammed kerchief and rid the blade of its terrible deed. He pocketed the blade and kerchief and went through a door and to the bright lights of the party.
Pairings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Curiosity killed the cat.
"Mary Lynn?"
"Hm......"
"Mary Lynn!"
"What!?"
"Who is that?"
"Are you serious, Aryalynn? Everyone knows who that is," came the agitated reply.
"Well, I'm not everybody! ....So who is it?"
"It's Lord Cavelway!"
"Lord who?" as the head tilted sideways in a confused manner.
"Lord Cavelway. He owns half the country. And, rumor has it, over 75% of the seats in the Gamoot."
"Rumor also has it, that Princess Salynn is mooning over him," Diana Chareston said as she walked over.
"Hello, Diana," Mary Lynn said through gritted teeth. "Why have you come over here?"
"That's a silly quesiton," Aryalynn quipped. "You're always saying she's a gossip, she must have heard us talking about Lard What's-his-name, and feels the need to talk about him."
"Aryalynn!"
"A gossip, huh?" A hand coming up to rest on her hip. "If that's all you think of me, then I'm going to go and not tell you what I've heard about Lord Cavelway and the murders of Arlington." With that, Diana huffed away.
"Aryalynn, your brilliance amazes me." Sarcasm dripping off every syllable.
"Really!" exclaimed cheerfully. Mary Lynn face palmed. "Anyways, does the lord always dress so?"
"From what I know, yes."
"But it's......so strange."
"I know."
"Why are you so mean to me?" Large puppy dog eyes emerging.
"Because........oh, not the eyes!..........oh, because sometimes, well most of the time, you act like a complete ditz!"
"Oh...well.........."
A young man dressed in clearly hand-me-down clothes approached the two well-to-do young ladies.
"Would you care to dance?" he asked Mary Lynn.
A questioning look traversed his body. "Fine. I feel like dancing." The two took off to the dance floor.
Being left alone with no one to distract her rude staring, Aryalynn's eyes latched onto Lord Cavelway yet again. For you see, he dressed in a peculiar way. his suit had many bright lights to it, making him brighter than any Christmas tree, brighter than any Vegas casino lights. Aryalynn, being the silly ditz that she was, could not help but to stare at him.
Feeling the sudden urge to make use of the facilities, she rushed off in that direction. Upon exiting the lavatory, Aryalynn saw something shiny down the darkened hallway away from the party. Her curiosity devouring her, she set off towards it. Onward she went, despite this little nagging feeling growing inside.
After the third turn, Aryalynn realized that the shiny was being pulled along. The nagging feeling roaring in her now, she turned back and tried to find her way back. But not having paid attention to where she was going, she ended up getting herself even more lost.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no. What am I going to do! Mary Lynn will have at me! The......."
She broke off, seeing a bright light.
Lord Cavelway, she thought. Surely he shall be kind enough to help me back to the party.
With this new purpose in mind, she set off in the new direction, but now a sinking accompanied the roaring.
"Lord Cavelway? ............." The scream brimmed.
A flash, a thunk. Red flying, legs folding in on themselves and a loud plunk.
Lord Cavelway pulled out his monogrammed kerchief and rid the blade of its terrible deed. He pocketed the blade and kerchief and went through a door and to the bright lights of the party.