HELLLOOOOOOOO WORLD! I know, I know, don't hate me cause its been a long time, but hey, I'm back, right?
In light of my recent laziness and not-posting-ness (that's not a word, is it?) I will be posting TWO CHAPTERS, one today, one tomorrow.
A special thank-you to one Volleyball14722 for sending me a message that asked me very politely to please update. And to all the rest of y'alls, YOU ARE AWESOME, YES, YOU!
I AM ALIVE, ALERT, AWAKE, and WRITING (but also enthusiastic, in case you were wondering!)
~Alison
Thalia Weston
The plane was bigger than I expected, so I had a seat all to myself, with Dandelion and Jessica talking in front of me and Zahra across the isle, staring out the window. I fought the urge to bite the inside of my cheek, being nervous about entering the Palace and getting to know the Prince.
The Palace was…well…HUGE! Just walking in, I knew that I would get lost within minutes of walking in. Fortunately, there was a lady there named Linda to guide us through it, and she said her mother, Sylvia, had been the coordinator for King Maxon and Queen America's Selection.
Makeovers were very new to me, so I was extremely nervous when someone ran up to me and asked me what I preferred. I stared at my reflection for a very long while before deciding that, with my pale skin and strawberry blonde hair standing out as it is, I would go natural. I did, however, like the nail polish that was a strange blue color that shimmered gold in the light, so I got that, too.
Emerging from my beautification process I felt like a whole different person. When I looked in the mirror my hair shone in perfect ringlets, and my eyes sparkled like an ocean, surrounded by long, dark lashes. My lips were a pale pink, and my freckles for once looked pretty and not haphazard, as they usually did.
I was put into a light blue dress that matched my nails, and it had a belted waist, where the skirt below the belt flowed to my knees and appeared to shift in waves as I walked. Interviews went by quickly, and soon I was whisked away to my room, where my three maids, Gracie, Lydia, and Elinor introduced themselves.
By the time I was in bed, however, my heart was pounding in my chest again. So far, I had no idea what most of the other girls were like, and I had yet to meet the Prince. Would he like me?
Dandelion GiGi Heckart
The plane ride was somewhat comfortable, but I found plenty of things to complain about while sitting next to Jessica, who was devilishly clever and witty. I could tell we would be immediate friends, but also competitors.
The Palace, however, was a whole different story. The makeup and hair stylists were just…INSULTING! They insisted on cutting my bangs, which I conceded on, but then they said that my hair was so matted they couldn't do ANYTHING with it! I finally had to scream to get everyone to do what I wanted: smoky eyeshadow all the way up to my eyebrows, LOTS of eyeliner and mascara to frame how perfect my brown eyes are, concealer to make my skin look like porcelain (because there aren't any blemishes), and bright red lip gloss.
When I emerged from the makeovers, I picked my own dress, because I didn't trust the clothing designers to choose something…well…actually PRETTY. I found a ball gown that was floor-length, with a long train and a shimmering silvery color that made me feel like I was wearing diamonds. It fit so that it showed off my perfectly curved figure, which I worked so hard to get. It also had a slit that ran all the way up to mid-thigh, which I liked because it made me feel even taller.
Everyone on the set of the interview was awestruck by my beauty, and the interviews went quickly for me. As soon as I got to my room, I yelled at my maids to get out, and after they left I touched up my makeup. I didn't care if dinner was in two hours or two minutes, I was going to find my boyfriend, who, by the way, was the Prince. With a final look in the mirror, I clipped a feather into my hair and set off down the hall to find the Prince.
Jessica Melli Jacox
Sitting on a plane with Dandelion was an interesting experience to say the least. I could tell she would make tough competition, but that I would come out the victor, as usual. She just didn't have what it takes to be the next Queen. I do.
By the time we got to makeovers, I was over my awe of the Palace (after all, I would have to get used to living here, right? I was going to live here for the rest of my life). The people who did my makeup and hair were nice enough, but by the time we got done, I was getting a little bit impatient. And where was the Prince in all this? I wanted to see my future husband. After all, what kind of man is a host who doesn't greet his guests (and his future wife) upon arrival?
The interview was longer for me than for several other people, and I tried to give as many flirtatious smiles as I could to the camera, with my perfect soft red lips accenting my coy smiles and my wide, innocent eyes twinkling. The public was going to eat this up, and if there was any chance that the Prince would watch these, I didn't want to miss my chance to impress, even if it was through cryptic answers to fashion questions.
My maids were too squealy for my taste, so I sent them to do something useful (putting more sequins on my evening gowns), and sat myself down in front of a mirror, where I scrutinized my teeth and the ends of my hair to make sure everything was as it should be. After about a half an hour, my maids, who I remembered were Shannon, Tillie, and Zee, came to dress me for dinner in a gorgeous gown of electric green that accentuated my hair, and hung on my curves as if it were a part of my body rather than a strategically placed covering to make me look good. With a final glance and flip of my hair, I sauntered out of my room to meet the gazes of the 34 other contestants.
Zahra Cami Denai
Working in a high class hotel, no matter how big it seemed, could prepare me for the Palace. It was absolutely GIGANTIC, and the wonderful views…I just couldn't get enough of it.
I was led to a chair that sat in front of a mirror, where I was swarmed with stylists who asked me what I wanted to do with my image. I managed to stutter out that I trusted them, as long as I didn't have to dye my hair or get a spray tan. They smiled, and one of them said that they would basically make me appear more shiny, whatever that meant. Then the actual process began, where I was sprayed in many different scents, one of which was my favorite, ocean breeze, which they said was also the Prince's favorite scent. Perhaps we had something in common?
At the end, my skin did appear more…shiny, and my eyes seemed to sparkle from under thick lashes. I smiled, and my teeth appeared even whiter than before, if that was possible. The small scar under my eye seemed unnoticeable, and I couldn't help but smile. I looked beautiful.
I was handed a light cream-colored dress that had a sweetheart neckline and no sleeves, with fabric that seemed to cinch in my waist and show off my curves while at the same time flowing out in elegant flower-like petals until it reached my knees. The interview went by swiftly, and I was soon off to my room. My maids and I quickly became good friends, and we decided to play cards until I had to get ready for dinner. Hallie, Joanne, and Claire soon became my three confidante's, and I was looking forward to the Selection as I was put into a sparkling yellow gown and sent off to dinner.
Foster Olson
Aaaah…the Palace. Even if I didn't find the Prince all that attractive, what could be better than this? If I got sent home tomorrow, at least I would experience one night of the legendary cooking and most comfortable beds Illea had to offer.
Makeovers, however, I did not like. Something about putting all those weird goopy things on my skin…ugh. I just told the stylists flat out that if they were going to do anything to me, it had to be natural, and as minimal as possible, so they grudgingly obliged. I emerged looking slightly downplayed compared to some of the others, but I still felt and looked normal, so that was something.
Interviews were okay, but I wasn't sure how to answer some of the questions. I had never been good on camera, and was sure my face was red the whole time. I couldn't get to my room fast enough, and tried to ask as kindly as possible for my maids to please get out so I could be alone. I learned that their names were June, Ingrid, and Nadia.
I spent the half hour before dinner staring out over the gardens from my balcony and wondering what I had done that was so special to bring me here. Whatever it was…I was glad I had done it.
Soooooo…what did you think? Not too shabby for a long-time absence, right? Yes, no, maybe so, you don't know, please review and let me know how I can improve, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Okay, if you read the whole 'please', you are very committed to these A/N's.
Anyway...
I would like to remind everyone that there WILL BE another CHAPTER TOMORROW GUARANTEED! So IN CASE YOU ONLY READ THE BOLD STUFF, YOU GET IT!
Here are the POV's I will be doing next time (in case you were wondering)
Maya Ocean
Sophia Margie Current
Merry Eliza Day
Ellen Arabella Wilsonburg
Aurora Rose Ambers
And no, I am not picking my favorites, I am going in the order of people off of my profile, just in case anyone thought I was being unfair. I am all about fairness.
So…yeah, I think thats everything.
I LIKE WRITING IN BOLD LETTERS! (I just had to go off topic)
~Alison