Post by desiree ryan sinclair on Jul 29, 2012 14:27:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] BANG BANG, WE'RE BEAUTIFUL AND DIRTY RICH [style=background-color: #f9f3e8; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size:8.5px; line-height: 96%; height: 355px; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; margin-left: 8px;] she was late, as usual - but what kind of royal was ever on time? desiree pushed the newly purchased sunglasses atop her head, scooping back curls along with it as she weaved in between the crowds of stinking mutts shifting their way towards the cafeteria. her uniform was about as orthodox as ever - she had tailored the wine-colored plaid skirt to hang short at her mid-thigh, as well as bunch in tighter around her curves. the white button-down was rolled up to her elbows and unbuttoned just enough to see the smallest amount of black lace peeking out ("unintentionally", of course), and the outfit was topped off with plain black pumps (her ankles looked the best in pumps). her path through the students was fairly easy. it was a subconscious response to the average inhabitants of the school - almost a sixth sense. they could sense when a royal was among them - the hairs on the back of their neck might stand up or their nostrils might flare in anxiety for unexplained reasons, but either way, she had an easier time slicing easily through the crowd than compared to, say, a tiny wallflower or measly nerd. desiree smirked snarkily, slipping her black leather bag over her shoulder and pushing out the double doors to the outdoor area that was the designated cafeteria. the school was laid out in grandeur, often decorated with ornately carved pillars and high, arched ceilings. the indoor school was basically a thick border around the outdoor center, where tables were lined around for people to sit in the sun. the royals, however, congregated a bit more south up on the steps down towards the cafeteria, in the shade and also less busy and more room to do whatever they wanted (which often didn't include eating lunch). desiree pushed out of the double doors of the hallways and into an outdoor hallway, heels of the pumps clicking against the marble flooring as she took a back way around to where the top of the staircase was. she wasn't hungry today but had planned on meeting felly to figure out what exactly they were going to do with a rather rebellious wannabe that thought they were entitled to royalty. desiree rolled her eyes just thinking about it. school had only been in session for a week now and already there was drama with the silly mules of this school. the incoming freshman actually weren't too bad for a change, though - they mostly were quiet and generally fitted easily into the neutrals or wallflowers clique, and des didn't see any reason to bother with them as long as they didn't make a spectacle of themselves. running this school was a full time profession, desiree thought with exhaustion, blinking slowly as she rounded a corner. her eyes landed on another approaching royal - none other than aaron baker, just about as on time as she was, making his way towards their usual spot. a small smile curved her lips - baker was a funny story for her. he seemed to have been with everyone after her, which was a pretty common story among the males of the royals. des wasn't one to settle for second place, so if she was going to have to choose between being the first and the most famous of a man's lovers, she was going to get both. "wow, pretty early for you, baker." her tone was teasing, and des paused only a few more steps away from the stairs, leaning against the pillar out of sight from the array of students down in the cafeteria. "i'm impressed." her gaze swung across his form easily, across the lines that brought her back to the silly undercover romance they had sophomore year. [/style] WE GOT A RED LIGHT, PORNOGRAPHIC DANCE FIGHT |