Because I'm a Lady; That's Why

Marie is going to be a star just like her mother. she's stylish, sweet and charismatic . That, and she owns this place. Not everyone respects her authority, but she's earned what she's got.

[tabitha-haworthe]

[xx-princessmarie]

disgustedelaney·:

Delaney was fixing her hair in her phone’s front facing camera when she heard Marie comment on a missing cardigan. She didn’t say anything - it wasn’t her business - until the girl spoke again and she couldn’t help herself. “Well, that’s an escalation if I ever heard one,” she murmured. It seemed unlikely that someone would bother stealing a cardigan of all things, no matter how expensive it was. And based on a brief glance over Marie’s clothes and panic, it was expensive. “Jeez. No, I didn’t see the ‘delinquent’.” It was a physical effort not to roll her eyes. She examined herself once more on the phone before switching it off and turning to Marie with a sigh. Okay, so she felt a little bad for her. “Where’d you last see it? Are you sure it’s not in your room or something?” She prodded, aiming for a gentle tone.

She was more than a little rattled. Marie could barely hear the woman, and didn’t respond to her comment about a perfectly reasonable escalation. She was instead focused on her bag, under the table, the decorative flora behind her- nowhere. Her stomach was locked tight. “I thought... I brought it with me here,” but did she? It was so hard to remember. She put so much thought into her clothing, she would switch it around piece by piece to conserve some semblance of wardrobe diversity. Maybe the cardigan didn’t make the cut today. Opening the possibilities up that much made Marie sway and sit, silent for once as she tried so hard to focus on today’s events. She didn’t feel all too ladylike now. She then felt coddled. No, embarrassed by her own actions but the gentle tone was belittling. “If I knew where I last saw it, I’d be looking there. I last saw it here,” which wasn’t a fact. She ran her hands through her hair; exasperated as she collected her things to try to start a scavenger hunt.

[xx-princessmarie]

ofsundropsx·:

“I’ve never been to paris! I’ve only seen pictures. The pictures alone are beautiful. What’s paris like?” reagan asked, beaming like the actual sun as she walked with the blonde. “mhm! i’m shopping for Eugene and Cass. I thought about getting my parents something but I don’t be visiting Corona anytime soon so I would hate to give them their gift late.”

“Oh my god, Paris...” it was really just being there. It was like any other city, but to describe the fashion capital of the world in such a way would diminish it. The chance to embellish pounced upon Marie and she couldn’t resist. “It’s as beautiful as the pictures- maybe even more than,” she hummed a little as she swayed, missing home rather dearly. “The food is amazing, the shopping is incredible too if you know where to go,” she paused, giving more thought to who she was talking about than she felt was appropriate. “Who are they? Think you’ll find anything here?” She looked up at the generic gift shop curiously, as she’d never give that place the time of day with a platinum in her clutch.

[xx-princessmarie]

oliversspade·:

“I’m Oliver,” he introduced with a charming smile. “There, not much of a stranger anymore, am I? I even promise I’ll behave.” Okay, he can never really promise he’ll behave, but whatever got him out of sight of the people who were looking for him he was willing to say. “Uh, one’s mad I showed up at his girlfriend’s dorm - all I wanted was to give her back the notes I borrowed. But he got all worked up and got his friend to come with him to come after me. It’s all a little ridiculous, I know.”

“We aren’t strangers anymore... You know, I’ve heard that line so many times,” Marie giggled a little, knowing that this was a little different than those times. She had a feeling he was lying about being entirely innocent of wrongdoing. “Fine, Oliver, though I doubt circling back to the dorms is a good idea if that’s where the neanderthals are coming from," she glanced over in that direction before shrugging gently. "There are other places, I suppose."

[xx-princessmarie]

aurorarose·:

It was telling that Aurora hadn’t noticed the girl’s distress right off the bat. Granted, that was often the case when it came to her attention span: fleeting and distant and often just out of reach. Just like most other times before, she’d been doodling flowers in the margins of her notebook, far too distracted by her pleasant reveries until Marie’s growing urgency jolted her out of the dreamy mind space she’d drifted off to. A pity that was, though her disappointment was all but gone the moment her gaze took in the girl’s panicked demeanor. “Oh no. I’m afraid I didn’t see a thing.” A ghost of a frown flitted across her face like a passing breeze, the guilt of having potentially missed any clues out of sheer distraction weighing on her for mind for a moment before being pushed aside. After all, she would undoubtedly be more helpful with a clear mind, and Aurora preferred to avoid lingering on such negative emotions. “But maybe I could help you look? Surely it couldn’t have gone too far, wherever it is. What does it look like, exactly?”

“It could have gone far if it grew legs and scurried over to the only pawn shop in this place,” Marie murmured urgently as she looked up at the other. Flighty would be a good word to describe her gaze; probably how the culprit got away so quickly. She wanted to blame her for it, as it always felt good to shift the blame the second culpability was felt. With her brothers, she’d be yelling for mothers intervention-- she would find out who took her stuff. This was a SCHOOL though full of jealous peers who would take it from her just for her bragging about it. “It’s... white and thigh length, knitted cashmere with a belt,” it was too hot for the weather but she endured; until foolishly taking it off. Marie was beside herself as she roughly searched through her belongings, coming up empty handed and all the more rattled.

[xx-princessmarie]

zoinkshaggy·:

Shaggy about jumped out of his skin when he heard someone speak to him — he’d been in his own world, like just about always, and hadn’t even noticed anyone was standing nearby. “N-no. I was just here with Scoob. Like, we didn’t see any cart hen or whatever. At least, I didn’t. He probably didn’t either. I’m n-not a thief.” Shit, why did he even say that? Now he looked suspicious. Making him look even more suspicious, he shifted from one foot to the other, then again, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that wasn’t connected to his Great Dane’s leash. “Like, I-I swear, man.”

“Cardigan, dude it’s like, a cardigan,” she said mockingly before running her hands through her hair to try, just try, to relieve a little stress. Her heart was pounding as she dipped down to search under the table. She turned around, spinning like a top to search the flora behind her. “I don’t think you’re a thief I think you’re grossly ignorant to your surroundings,” said the woman with the missing cardigan. “I also think I lost a cardigan worth more than some peoples tuition.” 

[xx-princessmarie]

laurenchadwell·:

Gritting her teeth at the exchange, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the girl who just stormed away from her, but when she saw the little peek of a cardigan from her bag, she couldn’t help but speed-walk to her side. “You know, you didn’t check your bag.” She says kindly, “I think I saw a white sleeve hanging freely… so before we hunt for someone… just check.”

“Not to sound rude but your suggestions are offensive,” she said as she walked briskly, but when she mentioned a white sleeve she paused and pulled her bag up to take a look. “Oh,” she muttered. Her face flushed with embarrassment but her heart could finally rest. Relief won out. “Thank you.” she said with a little reluctance to the stranger.

[xx-princessmarie]

oliversspade·:

“No, no! Not at all!” answered Oliver, who was definitely a criminal, with the innocent eyes he was so good at conjuring up. “Some guys are threatening to fight me over a complete misunderstanding. Please, hide me? I’m not the type of guy who wants any trouble, I promise…” That was also a lie, but he masked it well.

She believed every word, having no reason to question his seemingly sincere tone. Instead of focusing on poking holes in his story with questions, she instead laughed at their lack of options. “The only place I can host you is my dorm, and it’s not very ladylike to invite strangers there- especially not men of ambiguous circumstances,” she hummed in thought. “Why do they want to fight you?”

[xx-princessmarie]

fawneverwould·:

“We have a few prizes already, thankfully – we started planning the raffle about a month ago, but then it got put on hold. There’s a really pretty homemade wreath, a couple of gift cards and the main prize is a Kindle. We could definitely use more, of course, but I’ve been focused on trying to get all the details down. I have to figure out where to host this thing so I can spread the news, and it needs to be done on Christmas Eve, so we have…” Pulling out her phone, she checked the date and did a quick count. “Just over a week. I would appreciate anything you could do. Even if it’s just hanging up a couple of flyers. I may have bit off more than I can chew this time.” 

“Hanging flyers,” she repeated with a hint of disappointment. She was quick to stamp it out. Nobody started at the top, despite the fact that there didn’t really seem to be a hierarchy in this dynamic. “Consider this place plastered by the end of the day,” she’d have help from some eager friends of hers. She smiled wide now, the idea of a Christmas Eve charity gala sounded right up her street. And puppies! “I have an iPhone,” she said slowly. She wasn’t one to give up her possessions, especially when she thought about selling it, but she had no plans to buy for anyone. Well, that was sad. “You could use it as a prize? Still in the package I ordered two my mistake a while ago,” She didn't feel warm about giving up the potentially valuable device but really she wasn't about to try to sell it.

[xx-princessmarie]

laurenchadwell·:

Wrinkling her nose as she turned her head, Lauren could tell the girl in front of her was obviously distressed, though she noticed that she was obviously still wearing a shirt. “Well, there’s delinquents everywhere around here,” she says simply, “and you’re still wearing a shirt, so I don’t think making a missing sign for it would be appropriate.” She notes, though she’s sure she’s not making it any better “…did you at least check the restroom?”

“I would never leave it in the restroom,” she replied curtly, with offense to the implication. “I draped it on the back of my chair and some hooligan with grabby hands stole it. It won’t be hard to find; unless they try to sell it--” most people didn’t care about the value of clothes but what if? She didn’t sell it herself for funds out of an unwillingness to give up what she had. Having it stolen was a great offense to her. “It’s a cardigan,” she snapped as her eyes scanned the hall with determination. She swept up her bag; the sleeve of the missing garment hanging from it as she stormed dramatically down the hall without a second look a the girl who implied she would leave it in a restroom. She wanted to find it and had to do so before class.

[liziesaltzman]

[xx-princessmarie]

fawneverwould·:

“It’s for the shelter I volunteer at. Everyone else was too busy to put anything together, but if we don’t keep donations flowing we hit a point where we can’t help anymore, so I stupidly was like ‘oh, don’t worry, I’ve got this and they, even stupider, believed me. So now we’re- well, I’m throwing together a Christmas raffle to raise money to cover adoption fees.” She stopped talking long enough to inhale. “You would do that? Are you sure you aren’t too busy with the holidays?”

For a moment when the woman said shelter she thought she meant a homeless shelter, or a place where they put the elderly. Her pursed expression softened barely when she mentioned adoption fees. Animals. That was an easy sell. “I would love to help,” Marie said with very little pause. When it came to the holidays, she still didn’t know if she was going home. Things had gotten so tense between herself and her family that staying in the school and helping with this minor thing seemed like the best option. “I may even be able to secure some donations!” While she would never use her online following to raise funds for herself, she could justify it for a cause. “So... a raffle; any ideas on prizes?”

[xx-princessmarie]

[legaciesladies]

do you think i’m broken?

[xx-princessmarie]

fawneverwould·:

“You would not believe how much planning goes into charity events. I mean, I’ve done, what, a hundred over the last few years? But this is the first one I’ve tried on my own, and I am stressed beyond belief. But it’s fine, I’m fine, it’s all good.”

“Oh-- You’re doing a charity event?” Marie leaned around the person she may have been talking to, hoping to introduce herself. She loved having a hand in events. Shopping no longer took up her idle hours so she was desperate for something to do. “If you are looking for help, I would be happy to lend a hand. I am an incredible party planner.”

[xx-princessmarie]

“My cardigan is missing,” Marie murmured; quietly at first as her nervy blue eyes darted across the recreation hall. It was expensive. On sale, it was over four thousand dollars. Had this been the old days with her platinum get out of jail free visa, she would have cut it as a loss and bought a better one. Now though, her hands searched her bag desperately for the soft white cardigan. Her eyes were burning while her face grew hot, both embarrassed that such a loss was so weighted, and that she lost it in the first place. Or, “Somebody stole my shirt,” she said, more urgently now as her gaze of loss and mourning turned to a more easy to digest fit of anger. “Did you see the delinquent?”

[xx-princessmarie]

oliversspade·:

“Hey, can you hide me for a second?” asked Oliver, out of breath as he panted out the question.

“Hide you? Why on earth would I hide you? Are you a criminal?” She took a step back and was ready to call for the authorities at the top of her lungs, hoping they were in hot pursuit, but he didn’t look too dangerous. “What are you hiding from?”