C O R T E Z I A.

Penelope. 25. Seraph.

[killerangelsplot]

♕ 6:40 PM // FAO SCHWARZ TEDDY BEARS

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littleadalfieri:

     It had taken her an entirety of five minutes to finally make her decision as to whether or not she actually wanted the teddy bears in the first place. As the bids began to climb, Lucia bit her lip nervously, heart pounding in her chest - it was now or never. “A thousand one hundred…” She said, raising her bidder card gingerly in mid air, uncertainty tinting her voice, making it hard to discern from the stage. Realising that no one had heard her, she twisted herself in her chair, appealing to an auction helper for help. “Um… I’d like to raise the bids to a thousand one hundred.” Her words were clumsy; her inexperience quite obvious to the outside eye.

Penelope decided that she didn’t like the other bidders one bit.

Penelope looked at the man who’d contested her and felt her heart skip a beat. A thousand? She wasn’t sure she could do more than that. After all, what if there was something else she wanted? No—the price went up again, one-thousand, one hundred— there was not a single thing on earth that she could want more than those two plush bears. They looked like friends. She turned her paddle over in her hand as the man at the podium spoke in rushed, gibberish words. He was asking for a higher price, Penelope knew at least that much. It was time to let herself act before thinking. Her paddle shot bravely into what felt like the stratosphere:

“One-thousand and five hundred!”

If the podium man was going to continue raising the price, Penelope wasn’t entirely sure if she could handle it. Money was evidently no object for the other bidders. It was, however, a bit of a commodity for her. Penelope wasn’t sure how many months’ worth of cookie money she could set aside before it started to be detrimental.

Most importantly, she didn’t like the way that they looked at the bears. They were her friends. No one else could have them. No matter how much money they had.

[alexavegafan]

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agenthemingway:

Will didn’t exactly want to be at the Charity Auction. He had plenty of other, more important work to be done that evening. Except of course, it was for charity and he needed a break from staring at the files in his office. One night off could not hurt. Will did not intend to bid on anything, unless he absolutely could not live without it– though he did not believe that anything would meet that qualification. He was really only here to do something other than work, which was probably more important. Though Will had always delegated part of his paycheck to some sort of charity, even if it meant that he had to cut something important from that month’s bill (although that was never the case.) 

He was a little late walking in just as the auction started. Perhaps no one would notice, as he rounded the corner and found himself surrounded by a bunch of people. Will watched as the first item come out and quietly took a seat at one of the empty tables. 

The charity auction was a fantastic thing. And not necessarily in the respect that it was wonderful, but rather that it seemed to exist in its own world. People didn’t have to save money, not when priceless jewels twinkled under the chandeliers. Everyone was on a level playing field. At least until the paddles raised. Then the jewels were crimson, and claws were at throats, and nothing was as fun as it had been during the time of peace.

A strange silence, however, fell among the auction room floor as the items were presented, as if the beauty of the lots had  robbed the entire room of its ability to produce any noise. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop— or, perhaps, a door swing open. Footsteps crossed the room and stopped at a table behind Penelope, which had been entirely empty. That is, until its new tenant made their stake.

She debated turning around. The person who entered obviously didn’t want any attention. So, of course, Penelope glanced back, catching the profile of the man and turning her gaze back to the the podium. A pricey necklace which Penelope knew her year’s salary could barely cover was the subject of conversation at the moment, so she looked back at the man. “You’re late.”

The observation wasn’t supposed to have made its way past her tongue, much less her lips.

Flustered, Penelope turned back around and decided that the necklace was suddenly the most exciting thing in the room. Definitely more interesting than the stranger who’d missed the memo on punctuality. Or maybe he hadn’t— that only made him more interesting.

But not as interesting, of course, as the thing onstage, shining dangerously under bright lights.

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twofacedkiing:

 He wore a pitch black suit with a simple red tie to not draw any attention towards him. His intentions were clear: stay hidden as long as you can, mix with the crowd until you’ve found one item you’re truly interested in. Two guards were positioned on his sides, guarding him towards the entrance and onto his seat, making sure he remained hidden, at least for most. Isaiah smirked as he heard a voice in his ear, sounding slightly metallic, different than others. He’d placed an almost invisible earplug into his left ear to hear another person, a well educated specialist of auctionsm, just so he’d be sure which objects were actually worth the price. 

He sat in his chair, tried to focus on the stage and not talk to anyone, but he knew they’d soon try and go talk to him. 

Too many people were trying to be inconspicuous. Altogether, they ended up being rather… conspicuous. Was that a word? Penelope sure hoped so. It sounded a bit weird in her head, but most English words did. Conspicuous. Conspicuous. Saying it so many times made it just sound less and less like a word.

If curiosity killed the cat, Penelope thanked her lucky stars every day that she was born human, because she would have long since lost all of her nine lives. Having found a way to unclamp herself from Piper’s hip and operate somewhat autonomously, Penelope wandered the floor, moving around small groups of people who were much more adept at socializing than she was.

It was then that she found the intriguing man, sitting by himself and surrounded by people Penelope knew she didn’t want anything to do with. So, of course, she chose to have something to do with him. She approached him, attempting to keep her back as straight as possible as she said, “Sitting by yourself won’t be any fun,” The words a bit more rushed than she had hoped..

“Everything’s better with friends. Where are all of yours?"

[killerangelsplot]

♕ 6:40 PM // FAO SCHWARZ TEDDY BEARS

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killerangelsplot:

Item: FAO Schwarz Jumbo Teddy Bears

Donated by: FAO Schwarz, New York, NY -  FAO Schwarz, founded in 1862, is the oldest toy store in the United States. The company is known for its unique high-end toys, life-sized stuffed animals, dolls, and games. The company, though planning to close its New York location on July 15th, continues to donate their best quality toys to charity events and auctions. 

Description: Two twin teddy bears who stand at 8 feet tall and occupy much of room while standing, these plush toys are the perfect gift for anyone, particularly if a cheer-up or smile is needed throughout the day. Extremely soft, with an internal heating system and a plush “heart”, these bears definitely act as a comforter and all-around wonderful addition to a child or friend’s room. 

Possibly Interested Characters: Lucia Adalfieri, Sebastian/Alfonso Adalfieri (for Lucia), Penelope Cortezia (Note: not limited to these characters!)

Starting Bid: $500.00

     Penelope was never the type of person to worry herself with the notion of love at first sight. It was a messy thing, and from what she knew, it often ended with disappointment more often than it did any genuine satisfaction. Despite this, she couldn’t help the knee-jerk reaction she had to the sight of the two mammoth things, piled onto the stage and leaning against each other in the most endearing way possible. She wanted them. Almost before the auctioneer could name the starting price, Penelope’s paddle darted into the air. “Six hundred!” She said, free hand unwittingly clenching into a fist in her lap. They were hers. 

        Granted, Penelope’s knew she wouldn’t last very long, considering her budget and the likely competition, but as long as she had the money, she would give every penny to take those adorable plush bears home with her. There was nothing wrong with a little indulgence every now and then, anyway.

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jaxandaces:

           “Well. Fancy seeing you here.” It was an observation that could easily be perceived as either dry or full of surprise; as always, building on that curious thing that was human perception and how people chose to interpret a greeting. Nevertheless, his features quickly made the imperceptible shift to the spectrum fit for the individual passing him by. “Decided to turn out your pockets for the good of the world?” 

               That was certainly one way of putting it. Penelope had put aside nearly two months’ worth of cupcake funds in order to have spending money for the charity evening-- she hadn’t really worried about the good of the world. Maybe the good of whoever got to keep the money, because they’d sure get to buy a lot of cupcakes. She shrugged. “No.” Realizing how mean the answer sounded, she quickly added, “Not that I don’t want the world to be good-- ay, dios--  I guess the answer’s yes.”

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unrelentingpiper:

“Am I excited for the food?” Piper questioned, repeating the words of the person who had the unfortunate luck of sitting next to her for the night. A slight shrug pulled at her slender shoulders, the constricting silhouette of her dress disallowing her to make much movement. “Well, let’s just say I’m only excited about the drinks.”

Penelope nodded, biting her lip and glancing around. The entire place was so loud. It felt like it could swallow her whole. Not that she would let it, or anything. “Really?”, she hummed. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe Piper liked Penelope’s cooking so much, she wouldn’t settle for anything else. It was a compliment. Definitely a compliment. “I think it’ll be nice to see everyone else all dressed up, looking bonita.” Now, Penelope absolutely knew how to say ‘beautiful’ in English, but some words just sounded better in Spanish. Like pistola or, in this case, bonita.

[destinae-archive2]

[cortezia]

NO MORE TEARS, a penelope cortezia mix

Why Am I the One // FUN.  ;;childhood

Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come // Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? // For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong // Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?

Silver (Acoustic) // Waterparks ;;childhood

I’ll be the silver lining around your fence // You use to protect yourself from all the world, // And its sharp teeth, // Because my open hand and heart think you belong with me.

Quiet // Matilda Original Broadway Cast ;;adolescence

Quiet // Like silence, but not really silent. // Just that nice kind of quiet. // Like the sound when you lie upside down in your bed. // Just the sound of your heart in your head.

Golden // Fall Out Boy ;;adolescence

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams // Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens // And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me

West Virginia // The Front Bottoms ;;adolescence

The good stuff comes, the good stuff goes // The good stuff seems so hard to hold // Hope it slides slowly down your throat // So the taste of it may linger

No More Tears // Andrew Jackson Jihad ;;adulthood

We’re all one big band across this land and we should sing in tune // Let us grow the balls to break the walls, we’ve got to do it soon // But most of all I want: // No more tears; No more crying // No more sighing, lying or dying

Stressed Out // Twenty one Pilots ;;adulthood

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young, // How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,

Third Eye // Florence + The Machine ;;present

You don’t have to be a ghost, // Here amongst the living. // You are flesh and blood! // And you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given. // And oh, how much! // ‘Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies

[melodyhansen]