god, save the queen [natalia]

[NATHANIEL KNOX]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable][style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: #494949; padding: 4px;][/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]I STRUCK THE GLASS[/style] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 5px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify;]The start of a new year meant the assignment of a new lady. He had seen his fellow butlers become anxious over this matter, but for Nathaniel Knox, it only meant that he’d just have to learn another lady’s traits and mannerisms all over again. Most butlers would bend over backwards to please their ladies and were yes-men to the system; they’d bow their heads and walk with their tails tucked between their legs – but just because Nate was a servant did not mean he had to be subservient, like the majority of them were. There was a fine balance, he knew, between being a gentleman and being a pushover, and Nate knew how to walk that line well. A thin piece of stationary was grasped in his right hand, inscribed in a delicate woman’s scrawl with gold ink. In that elegant scrawl was his new lady’s name, the one who he’d be spending the new year with. He was supposed to meet her here – on the second floor, near the stairs, but either she was running late or he was too early, as usual. Nate crossed his arms on the railing, looking wistfully up at that chandelier; this was supposed to be the best place in the school to see their grand chandelier – it was a place where Nate liked to stand every so often, to take in the graceful lighting, to stop and recollect his thoughts. He ran a hand through his purple locks, looking down at his golden wristwatch, watching the time tick by. Perhaps he was early – it would be just like him, after all, to show up long before he was needed. Then again, he had a million things to do today – he didn’t have time to stand around and wait for his lady. Was punctuality going to be a problem with this one? That was one thing about Nathaniel Knox – he was not made of malleable clay, like many other butlers in this place that he could name… He took his job quite seriously, even if some of the others didn’t. A paragon of manners and proper etiquette, it frustrated him to no end to see others stomp all over the values he held dear. And so time continued to tick on slowly – and Nate looked down at his gold wristwatch once more, sighing audibly under his breath, awaiting his lady’s arrival. [/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]IT SHATTERS BONES IN MY FIST[/style]

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[NATALIA BARTOSZEWICZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 2c2c2c; border-left: #4a4a4a solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=width: 415px; background-color: 181818; padding: 4px;] [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]Let My Foolish Pride Forever Let Me Down [/style][style=width: 407px; text-align: justify; color: dddddd; font-size: 9px; background-color: 181818; border: 4px solid #181818; padding: 4px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Normally the situation would be an anxiously waiting lady praying that her butler would be a competent fellow but for Natalia, it doesn't matter because she's sure her soon-to-be male companion can be just fine even if he's a clumsy person. The pinkette took a brush and slowly combs her hair, eyeing the mirror image of herself with a smile planted on her face. Humming a soft song, she waits patiently as she tidies herself up for that chime of the bell, signaling for the end of classes. Right at that moment when Natalia's beginning to get up the crisp sound of the bell strung and a few seconds later there were noises outside of her dorm room. Gushing and rocking her body back and fourth she giggles happily, remembering the long awaited meeting between her butler and herself. Just what man will she meet? Will he be tall or short; immature or mature; old or young? The thought made her jumpy again, this time though, Natalia scrambles up and hurries outside of her dorm and building. She didn't even wait to say hello to the teachers passing by and even occasionally bumped a few ladies and butlers. Ah to hell with it~ She's effing meeting someone! With thoughts on what to do running in her mind Natalia can't miss the opportunity to stay and talk. Finally she reaches the main academy, breathing hard as she takes out a crumpled sheet of paper within her pocket. There, there's the name and a brief description of his looks. Though clear, Natalia can't help but still wonder what he looked like. Ascending the staircase, the young lady watches for a sign of purple hair and eyes, as described on the paper. Sure it's unique, but from faraway anyone would think it's more blue-purple than just purple! Stopping, the pinkette's eyes landed upon a certain man near the railing. From her spot his hair sure looks very purple! Opening her mouth in an "o", Natalia hurriedly finishes the last number of steps and quietly walks near him, wanting to catch him by surprise. Then, she pounces, her weight pushing onto his. Without warning, Natalia places a miss on the young man's cheek. She then smiles, awaiting his response. ((ooc: it's short, sorry.)) [/style][style=border: 4px solid #181818; width: 415px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd;]SOMETHING ❅ SOMETHING ❅ TEMPLATE BY SEA OF OTE[/style]

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