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thecapitol2014-10-25 12:51 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-25 12:51 am
Entry tags:
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- cassandra marko,
- jet link,
- open,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ cyrus reagan,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ justine 'locusta' florbelle,
- ✘ kenny mccormick,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nico di angelo,
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ venus dee milo
I am the man who would fight for your honor
Who| Albert, Jet, their friends, all the Tributes, stylists, mentors, etc.
What| Albert & Jet get married!
Where| The Tiberius Ainsworth Memorial Atrium
When| Saturday, October 25th
Warnings/Notes| N/A?
With the change of the seasons, the sun seems to set at an earlier hour everyday. As such, by the time four o'clock rolls around, the sky over the mountains has taken on a deep orange hue. The evening is cloudless and promises a beautiful starry night for whoever is bold enough to stay up late enough to see it. It is truly a splendid evening, the perfect day for the joining of two hearts.
The atrium was decorated in black, silver, and gold color schemes, with tasteful bursts of metallic and random abundances of orchids in vibrant, tropical hues. The attendees were led to seats on either side of the aisle and the numerous media figures prepped themselves at the back of the atrium. A beautiful melody played and the members of the wedding party walked down the aisle.
Once the ceremony was finished and the officiant pronounced Albert & Jet legally married, the guests were instructed to throw confetti and disperse into the reception area.
The cameras are rolling, the music is playing, and it's time to kick back and celebrate. As a wedding gift, the Capitol has lifted the curfew for the night, so feel free to dance the night away!
What| Albert & Jet get married!
Where| The Tiberius Ainsworth Memorial Atrium
When| Saturday, October 25th
Warnings/Notes| N/A?
With the change of the seasons, the sun seems to set at an earlier hour everyday. As such, by the time four o'clock rolls around, the sky over the mountains has taken on a deep orange hue. The evening is cloudless and promises a beautiful starry night for whoever is bold enough to stay up late enough to see it. It is truly a splendid evening, the perfect day for the joining of two hearts.
The atrium was decorated in black, silver, and gold color schemes, with tasteful bursts of metallic and random abundances of orchids in vibrant, tropical hues. The attendees were led to seats on either side of the aisle and the numerous media figures prepped themselves at the back of the atrium. A beautiful melody played and the members of the wedding party walked down the aisle.
Once the ceremony was finished and the officiant pronounced Albert & Jet legally married, the guests were instructed to throw confetti and disperse into the reception area.
The cameras are rolling, the music is playing, and it's time to kick back and celebrate. As a wedding gift, the Capitol has lifted the curfew for the night, so feel free to dance the night away!
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And partly, it's precaution. Far as he knew, the dead rose when they were, well, dead. And though it was still only on occasion, that didn't change. If all his kind was being stronger than the norm, it was good to know what all he'd be up against, should they be so unlucky.
He nods along, like that all makes perfect sense. "DESERT WASN'T FAR FROM SUCH ABODES WHAT'S MINE. Had to deal with them fuckers a lot. NONE OF THAT BLOATING NOISE BUT, SHIT, NEVER SAW NONE OF THEMS WHAT WAS IN DEEP DESERT. Just the motherfucking fresh ones, me. PAIN IN GLUTES TO KILL. But not to bad if you make them nugbones getting gone." There, now he's offered advice back, even if in all liklihood it might never be an issue.
"MUST'VE MADE YOU ONE TOUGH MOTHERFUCKER, YEAH?"
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But he just shrugs at the question. "Guess so," he mutters dismissively. He's never really thought about it beyond surviving. There's no competition to be better, except in terms of staying alive. And it's not really something he's interested in boasting about.
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"Okay. ALRIGHT. I'll get my ass leaving you on alone then," He concedes. Making friendly ain't flying now and he can get that. He didn't used to be the most social fucker either.
He rises up to stand, giving mock salute. "SEE YOU AROUND, MOTHERFUCKER. Thanks again." He can pass message to the rest of his kind what all he likes to let them know to be making no noises as like what he did.