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. rushing | greenbeads Jan 1, 2011 23:18:52 GMT -5

Post by skylarversion2 on Jan 1, 2011 23:18:52 GMT -5

Rosella was rushing. Whether or not she needed to was out of her intelligence, but every movement that she made was quick. Perhaps it was the drink she'd just had, a fizzy purple drink that changed flavors with each sip. It was new trend in the Capitol, but she'd not seen anyone act as hyper after drinking it as she did. The memory of being kidnapped was nowhere near her mind, so with basically every stranger that was seen, a greeting and smile was wrapped up in a bow and given to them by none other than Rosella Frost.

"Hello! Hello to you!" she said to another stranger. She was into writing, and she thought to herself that this might make a good plot to a story. A girl that never calmed down.

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. rushing | greenbeads Jan 1, 2011 23:27:32 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 1, 2011 23:27:32 GMT -5

Frank Crest

Frank took a long gulp from his cup, it tickled his nose and this sip tasted like coconut, one of his favorites. Looking from under his heavily painted eyelids, he spotted a girl, the hostess perhaps, coming around and greeting everyone. When she got to Frank he wanted to puke. The smile was obnoxious, she was way to happy. Frank sneered at her when she offered him a perky "Hello."
"Pu- lease," Frank said, rolling his eyes and turning his back on her. He had better parties he could be at, and frankly he'd rather be at them. Straightening his boa, he wanted this attitude to be clear to the hostess, he wanted her to know that he was better than her.

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. rushing | greenbeads Jan 1, 2011 23:36:54 GMT -5

Post by skylarversion2 on Jan 1, 2011 23:36:54 GMT -5

Usually, when one would say something mean to Rosella, she would ignore it, but not in this case. In this time, this very certain time, she stopped at the girl, female, whatever it was and rose an eyebrow. She folded her arms and furrowed her brows, pushing her head off to the right a bit. "Uh, what? Excuse me, but I am the hostess of this party, and if you think that you're better than me, you can just get the hell out." Her mood had went from very happy to a sharp, needle-like malice that she normally wasn't. Ha. This would be funner to write about, if she were to turn this into a story.

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. rushing | greenbeads Jan 1, 2011 23:52:32 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 1, 2011 23:52:32 GMT -5

Frank Crest

The moment the girl's voice changed Frank couldn't help but be proud. He grinned, giggling a bit before turning around. Uh, what? Excuse me, but I am the hostess of this party, and if you think that you're better than me, you can just get the hell out." Frank met the girl's gaze, that is after examining her outfit. All he could think of was that he could wear it better. She didn't have the right curves for it, and the coloring? Not good with her complexion.
"I will," He snapped, almost like he was trying to bite her nose off. "And I'll have to tell everyone what a horrible hostess you were."
Frank started to turn to leave, but wanted to stay to see her reaction. Their faces are always priceless after a line like that.