Effie Stuart @effieofscots-blog - Tumblr Blog

There were papers absolutely e v e r y w h e r e.

“Bloody christ,” the Scottish woman huffed in utter irritation. She was digging through one of her many bags looking for her cellphone. Effie had lost it again--it was like the damned thing had a mind of its own, along with a set of legs that loved to wander away. Reaching into the bag, the Princess grabbed onto a lipgloss and hurled it over her shoulder across the room.

That was when she heard a knock at the door;

“Th’door’s open!” Effie hollered as she raked through a pile of clothes on the bed.

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stelaxxlupei

“Do you ever have those times where you just don’t ever move?” Stela asked as she laid down on the floor of the Summit staring at the beautifully patterned ceiling as she heard the footsteps that come up, not really paying attention to who it was. If she was going to e honest, she didn’t really care who it was at this point, she had just wanted someone to talk to. The girls chapped lips parted slightly as she finally sat up to meet the gaze of the other person. “But still also have those days where you want to go outside, but you know you just… Can’t, for whatever reason?” The girl asked as she tilted her head to the side and stared at the other knowing fully well that she had probably looked a bit crazy but if Stela was going to be honest, she didn’t really care.

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“Can’t go outside?” Effie echoed from where she stood in the doorframe. “Don’t like the weather, or something?” She was curious, to say the least about what the other was saying rather than where she said it from. Somehow Effie guessed that a person lying in the middle of the floor for no apparent reason wasn’t going to be the craziest thing she’d see while cooped up here in this place.

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gardenfell-blog

doe like hues flickered over the hallway walls, small hand occasionally moving to fix frames that were slightly tilted or something that was sideways, her perfectionist ways clear. she was still new and her knowledge of the place was slim to none yet she found the slightest of errors and did well to fix them. bella had been so focused on the frame that she was currently fixing that she’d missed the footsteps nearing her. it was only a surprise to isabella when her petite frame collided with the other, stumbling slightly. ❝ anda… ya va, disculpa como que no estaba mirando bien… oh, right - ❞ mother tongue rolled passed her lips instinctively as she turned to face the person, until she realized the other may no share her spanish knowledge and so she stopped herself. gaze would lift to connect with the other’s a sheepish smile tugging on full lips. ❝ i’m sorry, i wasn’t watching where i was going. ❞

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To be completely fair, neither was Effie. Well she should’ve seen the girl standing right down the hallway, but instead her nose was in a book instead. A quite interesting read, so much so that it was ignorantly up right by her face. Staggering forward at the collision, the redhead embarrassingly slammed her book closed: “Oh no, that was my fault. I’m horrible at ehm... multitasking?” Effie’s attention flickered over to the picture frames on the wall. What had she been doing? Adjusting them?

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There’s a moment when dreams snap into waking, a defining line when the haze of sleep alarmingly and abruptly clears for the tangible world and its physical reminders of the surrounding reality, even if it took time to dissipate. Gabriel’s mind remained stuck in the fog, wedged in haze despite interacting with the awake world. His sleepless night was apparent, moving with a gait reminiscent of the dead meandering about, especially when he attempted to grab the cup of wine… attempted but missed the grasp entirely. Or more apparent still, when he crashed into doorway post and plummeted to the floor, spilling that drink over himself with maniacal laughter at his own foolishness, knowing he appeared more drunk than anything else. “To jest fajne,” he laughed, and looked to the nearest company. “Czy mógłbyś, could you please help me to my feet. They ran away from under me and I’ve lost them.”

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Effie’s back was turned to the door, her hands busied with spreading jam on a piece of bread for herself. Midnight snack -- if anything she was far to jittery to fall asleep. New place. New people. Her brother was god knows where. She didn’t like the situation, but that could’ve been everybody. To cut it down to what it was, Effie didn’t do well with change or with the fact that she’d be promised to a completely other person. Her mind was whirring around and around with the same perseverative thoughts when a sudden THUD and a bout of laughter caused her to drop her snack on the counter and whir around.

“Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a bloody heart attack,” Effie exclaimed in obvious surprise.

The other, however, was still on the floor. Wine spilt everywhere. A complete and utter mess of somebody who apparently could not handle their alcohol. Sighing, Effie padded along the kitchen to help the stranger up. One hand on his arm, and the other tucked along his side to help him to his feet.

“Rough night?”

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“I WONDER how long they’re going to throw us together with our significant others before we’re meant to be wed?” It was more a thought out loud than anything. While Layne had heard the name of her betrothed and seen him from across the room she had yet to formally meet the man. Teeth pillowed into her lower lip. Admittedly she was nervous. “For instance, I’m not much of a dancer. I’d hate to have another … dance of sorts? Step on someone’s feet …”

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"One things for sure, I refuse t’go through with a marriage to a complete stranger” she snorted. “I’d at least like t’be on first name basis, they could at least permit us that.” As soon as the words left Effie’s mouth, she couldn’t help but feel insecure about it herself--would they? What if her betrothed wouldn’t want to meet her? Want anything to do with her? With one question came a thousand questions. “Dancing? That’s what you’re worried about? Dancing?”

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elvxkinx

“Toasty! come back!” Vera yelled down the hall as her cat ran out of her room, she had convinced the summit to allow her to bring her only source of comfort from home her childhood cat, Toasty who was currently running down the hall.Vera who was not far behind with him leaving “Toasty come here, we have to get ready!” she sighed

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Effie would’ve rather died than stay cooped up in that room. It felt claustrophobic--the beige walls practically suffocating her. So, the redhead decided to take matters into her own hands; taking a good walk around the place. Door slamming behind her, she was one foot away from stepping out into the hall way when an animal’s tail brushed at her leg. “I’m guessing this little fella is yours?” Reaching down the Scottish Princess scooped the fur-ball up into her arms. “Well aren’t you a feisty little thing.”

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The pixie-sized blonde darted into the monstrous kitchen holding a massive cookbook. It was a quarter till midnight and there was no better time to get to work on baking a cake. At least, that’s what Willow was going to tell herself. Spinning around to the fridge the female made fast work of grabbing a bottle of wine and pouring herself a glass. What goes better with baking than a little blackberry wine? Turning her attention to the list of ingredients, the Princess let out a weak yelp at the sound of someone approaching. Yellow freckled hues darted towards the entrance, a sheepish smile pulling at her lips. “Late night snack?” She questioned, before cocking her head to the side. “Or would you be interested in becoming my assistant?” Lord knows she needed one.

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Once again Effie found herself restless. It was at night when the redhead found herself to be most awake rather than tired from the day. She was walking in no specific direction, no goal but to wander, when the Scottish Princess came across a rather large kitchen. Nosily, Effie peaked her head inside to discover that she wasn’t the only one wide awake it seemed, in the middle of the night:

“I hope I’m not intruding on anything important,” Effie chuckled and folded her arms across her chest. “That depends I guess on... if you need one?” She asked the other night owl.

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♔ NOW ANNOUNCING EFFIE STUART, PRINCESS OF SCOTLAND. SHE IS KNOWN TO BE FIERCE AND LOYAL, BUT ALSO SHORT TEMPERED AND IMPATIENT. I HEAR THE TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD IS SET TO WED ANY MALE FC IN A FEW MONTHS. RUMOR HAS IT SHE IS THE ILLEGITIMATE CHILD OF THE QUEEN. THEY LOOK A BIT LIKE KATHERINE MCNAMARA, DON’T THEY? (ALLY, 20, UTC -5:00)

Hello everybody! My name is Ally and I am super excited to be a part of the group! Please please please shoot me a message if you’d like to plot!

Happy Holidays!

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