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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Nov 11, 2013 4:14:27 GMT
OH, YOUR LOVE IS A SYMPHONY ALL AROUND ME RUNNING THROUGH ME YOUR LOVE IS A MELODY UNDERNEATH ME RUNNING TO ME YOUR LOVE IS A SONG | The private, beachside wedding would be a romance of high proportions. Ornella sighed thinking of the tropical extravaganza under perfect Mediterranean weather. She hadn't been at the ceremony, but the after-party was her responsibility. The cake was a masterpiece and one of her most expensive contracts. Silken fondant was spread on all six layers, icing sea shells, crabs, and starfish creating a mosaic upon the vanilla batter.
Ornella was taking the cake out of her punch buggy business car to load onto a gurney in the parking lot when she misjudged the weight of the cake and it smashed into the sandy pavement. THUMP! The white, delicate statue resembled a smashed pumpkin, the cake squashed into the ground. Ornella's heart jumped into her throat as she bent down. Tears welled in her eyes. She needed the money this cake would earn for her business, and now, the fairy tale beach wedding was ruined by her clumsiness. She didn't know what else to do but close her eyes and kneel and realize she had an enormous problem. Why did this happen to her? Why did her creation have to lay ruined on the ground. There was no way on this planet she would have time to make a new one. She sobbed, little squeaky whimpers escaping her clenched mouth. She cried for the love she had for her work, for her business, and for her duty to this couple.
It was odd how a warmth spread into her hands, and she could feel the throbbing of her heart in them. She looked down to find her palms glowing white, and a new cake materializing where the old one lay broken. It possessed all the beauty of her plan without the flaws of her execution. Her breath caught in her throat as it settled into her hands as light as a feather until she lifted it and moved it, mesmerized and slow, to the gurney.
The old cake was gone, and the new one stood where the other was meant to sit all along. Her hands stopped glowing, and suddenly, she wheeled around to check if anyone else had seen it. open for one or two! |
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Nov 11, 2013 5:46:56 GMT
| blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead |  |
Technically, she wasn't supposed to be here. But that was what made it so exciting! What better way to spend her time than trespassing on privately owned land? Bree couldn't think of anything else she'd rather be doing. The novelty of being reunited with her long-lost (sort of) cousin hadn't worn off just yet, but most of the time, he was busy with that whole stupid 'school' thing. So, while he studied, she explored. Nova Athenis was a surprisingly charming place, and had an equally surprising amount of rules to break. Who'd have thought there would be so many, in a small place like this? Needless to say, Bree was pretty pleased with her luck. She was also pleased with the fact that the travel brochure she had read about Nova on the plane hadn't lied to her; the beaches did indeed appear to be pretty swell. The fact that she technically wasn't allowed to examine the beaches on the west side just made them that much more tempting than the beaches on the east side, and she was pretty terrible when it came to resisting temptation. What a shame her will was so weak. Darn. Drat. Rats. Cutting across the parking lot seemed like a quick way to her destination, so, whistling a jaunty little tune, the Irish girl began to make her way across it. The only other person around was a lady with what appeared to be cotton candy for hair, wrestling with a cake. Bree would have passed by her without a second thought, but luckily, tragedy struck the moment she spotted the woman. Her eyebrows couldn't help but raise as the woman's cake tumbled out of her hands and onto the pavement. The woman almost immediately collapsed beside it, apparently grief-struck for the confection. Rather than walking on, Bree stopped in her tracks to enjoy the spectacle. This was the funniest thing she had seen in days, honestly! Ah, misery was hilariously priceless. It beat walking down a beach any day. Bree was still chortling when the woman's hands started to glow. Her chuckles faded as she squinted across at the lady in puzzlement. What...was going on there? Last time she had checked, she hadn't been on any drugs, so that ruled out one possible explanation as to why she was seeing a freaking cake appear out of nowhere.Suddenly, the lady with the cotton-candy hair (seriously, no way that was natural) spun around to face Bree's direction. "Well," Bree remarked, shifting her feet. "This is awkward."ORNELLA BELLEFLUERLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE! |
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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Nov 18, 2013 22:54:08 GMT
OH, YOUR LOVE IS A SYMPHONY ALL AROUND ME RUNNING THROUGH ME YOUR LOVE IS A MELODY UNDERNEATH ME RUNNING TO ME YOUR LOVE IS A SONG | Ornella stared at the girl like a skittish squirrel, confronted in the black desert of the parking lot. Other people walked by, other wedding guests as evident by their dress, but none had noticed the fall of the cake but this girl. She seemed out of place like a rag-doll among plastic Barbies, but that was hardly Ornella's concern. After a horrified stare, her eye shot to the ground and then up at the sky to pretend to admire the seagulls and she began to whistle a nursery rhyme. Subtly, she reached into the trunk for one of a platter of cupcakes. The frosting design on top was a sand dollar. "Um... hi," she said to the girl after walking up to her. She looked at the weddng cake, and then, she tapped her index finger to her mouth and shot a glance at the witness. She held out the cupcake with a nervous, pleading expression. "Would this make things less awkward?"BREE O'MALLEYhaha omg dat schadenfreude |
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Nov 19, 2013 5:02:01 GMT
| blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
Others began to walk through the parking lot, having just missed the odd and possibly hallucinogen-induced spectacle that Bree had seen. They were all looking pretty classy. She would have liked to tell them so, and then have stolen someone's top hat and made a run for it (because damn, she'd look like a real gentleman in a top hat), but circumstances prevented her from doing so. If she hadn't been witness to some fairy magic or whatever, then she definitely would have done that, but nope. For the moment, she was stuck here, at least until she figured out just what shenanigans had exactly occurred here. The lady's eyes shot skywards. Bree's own gaze followed. What? What now? Had another cake appeared, this time in the sky? No, no, nothing like that. Those were some pretty sweet seagulls flying in circles, though. Bree took the moment to admire the seagulls as well. Wow, look at them go. She might have stayed there watching them for who knows how long, if Cotton-Hair hadn't interrupted her. Lowering her head, Bree blinked at this woman who had mysteriously made new cake appear. There were only a few possible explanations; one, Killian had slipped something into her breakfast this morning (unlikely, considering what a straight arrow he was nowadays); two, she was a fairy; three, some sort of satanic ritual voodoo or whatever. Those were Bree's Top Three Theories at the moment, though she supposed the lady could be an alien. She stared at the cupcake for a moment. "It's not going to spawn into a buffet or anything, right?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "Because I just got this hoodie, and I really don't want to get it covered in food." Despite her words, the Irish girl reached out and took the cupcake anyways, biting into it. Hey, this was actually pretty good! "Did you make this out of voodoo magic too?" She inquired conversationally as she continued to much. "Because if so, congrats. Voodoo magic is tastier than I remember it being. " ORNELLA BELLEFLUERLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE! |
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Post by ORNELLA BELLEFLUER on Jan 27, 2014 19:23:33 GMT
BREE O'MALLEYOrnella gulped as the firl snatched one of the cupcakes, leaving a holevin thebdisplay. It would have to do for bribery. Ornella rubbed her hands on the white apron because they felt dirty. "They were made... with love," she clarified. "Do you know how to make something with voodoo? I've never seen it. I'm actually still knew to this," she admitted, her bubbling mouth speeding up as she realized that it might be okay to speak freely. Note:;sry no template. On my phone
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Post by BREE O'MALLEY on Jan 28, 2014 23:43:04 GMT
| blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead | |
Bree was no stranger to bribery. And this- this was definitely bribery. A silent request for her to keep her mouth shut about what she had just seen. As bribes went, the cupcake wasn't too awful. "'Course I know voodoo. Learned that shit in preschool." Bree informed the woman after taking another bite from her cupcake. "Guess they didn't teach you your voodoo in school, though. They didn't prepare you for life at all."Bree really did like this cupcake. Maybe she should take another for the road, start stuffing her pockets with cupcakes before making a run for it. Then again, if she did try that, maybe this woman would make a giant cake materialize on her head or something. Her hair looked great today, and she didn't want to run that risk. "Did you just wake up one morning shooting lightning bolts outta your fingers or something?" She asked as she finished off her cupcake and considered stealing another. notes: psh, it's fine~ ORNELLA BELLEFLUERLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE! |
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