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Who: Elena, OPEN
Where: The Ball
When: During the Ball
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Elena's at the ball and in a dress with the president. Point and laugh at will.
Where Elena was concerned, this was one big mission.
Elena stood in her dress, fighting the urge to cross her arms in front of her, finding such a motion to be rude in this sort of moment. The outfit itself was a tight boned corset and silver lined accents with the fall of gold in the billow of a floor-length skirt, and though it was stunning in its own right and was a piece that she had fallen in love with when she first saw it, there was the whole idea of How Does One Act In A Dress? This, for all the moments she went undercover, was one of those things that she never managed, not as delicately as she probably should have.
And now, now it felt like one big interview, being here with the president. However, underneath it all and unable to be quelled, she still felt that huge swell of pride that of all the people in this city to ask, he chose her. This NEVER happened back home.
Nerves stirred. She wasn't really needed here, not here where any act of violence was punishable by far worse things that death and by people more powerful than them. Instead, she wanted nothing more than to really make him proud of her, and happy to have her as a Turk, which means being able to be dusted off, cleaned up, and brought into acceptable, social situations when the missions called. She tried to think of this as more of being there during one of his speeches than anything else. It was easier that way.
Excusing herself politely, Elena made her way to the food, at least something to nibble on. Does the pinky go up when one nibbles? Seriously, one of these days, she was going to have to take etiquette courses.
Where: The Ball
When: During the Ball
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Elena's at the ball and in a dress with the president. Point and laugh at will.
Where Elena was concerned, this was one big mission.
Elena stood in her dress, fighting the urge to cross her arms in front of her, finding such a motion to be rude in this sort of moment. The outfit itself was a tight boned corset and silver lined accents with the fall of gold in the billow of a floor-length skirt, and though it was stunning in its own right and was a piece that she had fallen in love with when she first saw it, there was the whole idea of How Does One Act In A Dress? This, for all the moments she went undercover, was one of those things that she never managed, not as delicately as she probably should have.
And now, now it felt like one big interview, being here with the president. However, underneath it all and unable to be quelled, she still felt that huge swell of pride that of all the people in this city to ask, he chose her. This NEVER happened back home.
Nerves stirred. She wasn't really needed here, not here where any act of violence was punishable by far worse things that death and by people more powerful than them. Instead, she wanted nothing more than to really make him proud of her, and happy to have her as a Turk, which means being able to be dusted off, cleaned up, and brought into acceptable, social situations when the missions called. She tried to think of this as more of being there during one of his speeches than anything else. It was easier that way.
Excusing herself politely, Elena made her way to the food, at least something to nibble on. Does the pinky go up when one nibbles? Seriously, one of these days, she was going to have to take etiquette courses.