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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 21, 2006 8:08:28 GMT -5
So this was it.
Today was the day that teenagers all over the O.C. had spent nights awake worrying about. The day that had kick-started drama and left it going--the day that was creating countless prep and primping. Girls were getting manicures and pedicures, going to salons, ironing their dresses (more like having their maids do it for them, but whatever) and picking out shoes to match. This was it, and there was definitely no turning back.
Just watch out--the drama's just beginning.
An all-day crew had decorated the Montez to perfection. The walls had recently been renovated the week before, and they were almost all glass windows. The visible walls were that gorgeous pale spring green, so flattering to brunettes and blondes alike. The white bridal staircase began at a platform around twenty feet raised from the floor, with two whitewashed doors leading onto it. The girl would enter from the dressing room on the left, and her father would enter from the holding room on the right. Then they would proceed down the staircase, no doubt looking fabulous in white.
There was a dance floor directly at the bottom of the staircase, and surrounding in were white-satin-covered tables. The decor on these tables was a rough-cut glass bowl with little tea lights and orchids floating in it. A sleek silver DJ stand was hidden away, discreetly to the side of the room so as not to ruin the atmosphere.
It looked perfect, so it was only expected that all the girls would, too.
Dream, honey, you're first! Good luck! <3
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Post by Dream Lee Victory [<3] on Oct 21, 2006 12:34:05 GMT -5
Dream stood in-front of the closed doors in silence. She herd people rushing around trying to pull themselves together and get ready for this big moment, but she had to block them out. Nervousness had set in about 5 minutes ago and of course she was the first one to be presented to everyone out in that room.
Tapping her newly French manicured nails against her sides she waited for her time to walk. Listening closely she finally herd her name being announced.
The doors opened and she put a big, beautiful smile on her face as she slowly started walking out onto the platform. The lights were all on her as well as everyones eyes, but she couldn't let that get to her. Her hair was beautiful; pulled up in a tight bun with three spiral curls coming from the middle and her dress was absolutely beautiful. Dreams white dress was strapless and tight all the way down until about the her knees where it lightly flowed out and made a little trail behind her. The light made her diamond heart shaped necklace and earrings glimmer making an even great effect for her entrance.
Looking in-front of her she saw her father. Don Prince Victory. This made her face light up even more. Her father rarely showed up for anything and this time he finally did. He looked so handsome. Nice slick short black and gray hair, nice green-blue eyes, tall, and a nice body.
Walking toward each other they met into the middle and linked arms. Turning and looking at each other they both shared the same almost prefect, beautiful smile and slowly went down the steps where she'd meet her hot escort, Danny.
[(tag, danny)]
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Post by Danny on Oct 22, 2006 13:46:36 GMT -5
Danny was wearing a jet black suit with a white silverish tie underneath, his hair was spiked in which he barely ever did unless it was really important. His feet where covered in his very expenisve leather black dress shoes, for once he didnt wear sandals.
He awaited for his beautiful date to come, it seemed like he had a thousand butterflies in his stomache and like they all fluttered around even more the second he heard her name. Danny could have sworn his heart had skipped a beat the second he laid eyes on her, he started to fidget with his cuffs as she came closer.
Danny couldnt help but wonder how the hell did such a gorgoues girl say yes to him. Though he was truly greatful and very nervous, so nervous he felt as if he where to puke...especially since he would be meeting the father as well.
Though he knew that he didnt say it was as a date, but who wouldnt be this nervous around such a great girl, Dream.
She came up to him and Danny smiled, shaking hands with her dad nice and firm. He than gently took Dreams hands into his, kissed on the cheek...wow she got taller he thought with a smile, though he knew it was the heels.
He than started doing the waltz with her just so they could casually get away from the entrance, so than they slowly went into the back of the room to await for the next geust.
(Amberlynn)
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Post by Amberlynn Rogers on Oct 22, 2006 16:58:07 GMT -5
Carefully outlined bright brown eyes remained trained towards the door, the owner lost in thought. Vaguely, she heard murmurings of excitement and even agitation from those present within the dressing room. She however, had no true cause to be anxious. Cotillion; such a waste of her time. To her, the whole thing was ridiculous, nothing more than a circus of beauties, and she'd even had the notion to not show up at all. Unlike the other Orange County girls, this wasn't a big deal to her; it wasn't important. But yet, here she was, awaiting her turn to be presented to that room of fakes.
The doors re-opened, Dream having already made her descent, and therefore Amber had to do the same. At least she was towards the top of the list, and didn't have to stay in that stuffy room with the gorgeous girls and a few of their wannabe sidekicks any longer. Sighting her father across the room, she smiled slightly, her gloved hands currently draped against her sides.
They met at the top the stairs, her open-toed heels having not made much sound against the floor as she'd moved. Her dress was full ivory, the double straps thin and going around the back of her neck, tying in a halter. It was tight, mostly, but flowed from an empire waistline to just at her knees. Although she wore heels, fact remained that long dresses didn't flatter someone as short as her.
"You blow all these girls away Sunshine-Lynn. Try as they may, they can't hold a candle to my baby girl," Matthew informed, leaning down to peck his daughter's cheek before taking her hand. His dark brown hair was in a low ponytail, neatly smoothed back, one errant lock tickling his left temple. The black tux he wore made him look sharp, and if it wasn't for the thin lines of age near his honey brown eyes, hed' have passed for one of the young 'uns. Yeah, he still had it.
Smiling a bit wider, Amberlynn took in a soft breath and whispered, "Thank you Daddy." She knew he was probably being biased, but she appreciated the compliment either way. Lightly wetting her lips, she turned, facing those on the bottom as they started to descend the staircase. One of the soft wisps of dark brown hair framing her lightly make-up dusted face, brushed near her eye, and she reached a hand up, gently pushing it away. Her hair was in a french-twist of sorts, which she'd done herself -- she didn't see the need of paying someone to do every little thing.
Once at the bottom, finally, she turned to her dad, placing her hands upon him, his settling upon her as well. She didn't have a date, so obviously she'd be dancing with the only man who mattered in her life. Executing the steps with him, the light glinted off her tear-drop earrings, both that and the matching pendant necklace she'd received from her parents on her eighteenth birthday. Smiling up at him with that adoration that daddy's little girl would always have for her father, she blinked away a couple unexpected tears as they slowly moved off to the side, so that the other debutante could make her entrance.
{Tag;; Olivia} [/font][/color][/center]
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Post by Lovely Olivia <3 on Oct 24, 2006 23:56:15 GMT -5
Olivia stood behind the big wooden doors awaiting her name to be announced, her father was to walk her down to Nick, her escort than leave. She kept repeating over and over in her head for she was to nervous to where she thought she would make a fool out of herself and trip, or worse...fall.
She looked up, put her hands to her sides to stop the nervous habit of playing with her nails, and fidgeted her dress as the doors slowly opened and she heard her and her fathers name being announced.
Her father came over to her and they linked arms as she started to walk down the stairs looking over the crowd of people, whom she really didnt know many, trying to find Nick. With each step she carefully placed her 3in black heels down on each step delacately trying not to mess up.
Once they had gotten down the stairs she hugged her father sweetly.
She dantily walked over to Nick, for being as little as she was there really was no other way to do so.
wow...what a cutie
Olivia thought as she came closer, she held on to his hands with her soft, tiny ones. She kissed him lightly on his cheek and smiled as they waltzed off to the other side of the room.
[[tagg;;Lindsay]]
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♥ Lindsey Tudor♥
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Watch your boyfriends, ladies. Here comes Little Miss Provacative.
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Post by ♥ Lindsey Tudor♥ on Oct 26, 2006 17:09:21 GMT -5
It's time. Lindsey takes a deep breath as she moves through the doors, all eyes on her. Mmm, just the way she likes it. Her father flew over from the east coast for this night, and let's just say it wasn't the most easy of weeks for her. Her escort, well...he was a last minute choice, since she had to make do fast. She only knew his name, Tim Fuckstein or Assberg, something like that.
She held her fathers arm tightly and with tension as she walked down the stairs in her Marc Jacobs dress, careful not to fall on her face with her 4 inch white, diamond encrusted Christian Loubotin tie up stilettos. She smiled widely at everyone as she ascended to her escort and kissed her father nicely on the cheek and took Tim by the hand and it was all over.
Too bad, too. She likes the attention.
ooc; Tag, Noelle =)
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Oct 26, 2006 19:21:44 GMT -5
She held her breath for a moment. Oh my. Oh my goodness. This was it, all eyes on Miss Noelle LaMere. She'd hate it, she was sure she'd hate it. But just... Just breath. Everything coming down to the point had been a mess. She hadn't been able to pick out a dress, and her father. Oh her father had decided that a business meeting was more important to then this; let me tell you though...that as soon as soon as you have an angry French woman screaming at you...in French of course your views change quiet quickly. Especially when you don't know French. So her father was here, she'd picked out a dress...her hair and make-up were both perfection. And yet she was still so nervous, more then you could possibly imagine. Alright, okay, so maybe you could imagine but whatever. The dress was so different, so unique. It really was just so Noelle. The color was white, so white it was almost blinding. Almost to the point where it looked a little silver, but no...no it was white. It was kind of bunched up in the front and oh it was just an amazing dress, and terribly difficult to describe with words. Oh, and it was a Hussein Chalayan dress. Her blonde hair was in soft curls, and parted from the right side over so it covered her left eye just a little bit. A bit of black liner was worn on her eyes, black mascara making those already long lashes even longer. Eyeshadow was worn also, the color kind of brown with a mix of gold and it was soft. No concealer or anything was worn, for it wasn't needed. As their names were called out she and her father joined and the walk began. She couldn't help but steal a sideways glance at the man, but who could blame her, she hadn't seen him in about six months...if not longer. Those celery green eyes of hers, well one could tell that she'd gotten them from him. And his hair was a dark brown, almost black...her original color. Yes, she had her fathers hair and eye color though all her other features were those of her mother's. Her eye's soon turned away from her father though as she looked down and then her eyes locked on Tyler and the corners of her lips turned up just the smallest bit, and then after what seemed like forever that walk she'd so dreaded was over.
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Post by nikki on Oct 26, 2006 19:39:42 GMT -5
Tyler stood at the bottom of the steps, eyes glued to the girl gliding down the stairs. He felt his stomach tighten as she neared him, and he placed a hand over it--as though he thought it would actually help. It didn't, really, but it made him feel a little more secure.
And then her eyes locked onto his and it took all he had not to blush madly and slink away into the shadows. But he wouldn't do that. Not only would he make himself look bad, he'd make his mother, father, entire family, and Noelle look bad. He couldn't do that. It just wasn't Tyler.
Her dress was beautiful. At least all attention would be on that rather than the expected white suit with black tie he wore. It was cliche. It was normal. But it was his dad's. He hadn't time to go out and get his own; plus, what was the point? He'd never wear it again, so why bother wasting his money? Answer? He didn't.
His hair had simply been washed and brushed. It dried on it's own. He didn't slick it back. He didn't...do anything out of the ordinary. If he did, it would only make him look weird, and he didn't want that to happen.
She smiled. He smiled back. "Hello," he mouthed, holding his arm out for her. He was nearly as nervous as she had been, and for what? He hadn't an idea. [/size][/center] Tag ;; [Karen]
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Post by karynshady on Oct 26, 2006 20:15:12 GMT -5
Karyn rushed into the dressing and toward the doors that would soon be opening for her. Slipping on her white 4 inch heels she stood quietly at the door out of breath. Hearing her name the doors opened and she slowly walked out into the light.
Semi-smiling she looked across her way and saw her uncle, Dream's father, smiling face. Walking toward them in her white-cream dress she silently thought to herself. Just at least one more hour and your going to be gone from this place.
Meeting in the middle she locked her arms with his. Slowly walking down the stairs she wondered if her straight flipped out hair was staying in it's right place and not stat-icy and wondered if her make-up was fine. Why though? She never cared about it at all, nor did she ever wear stupid dresses like this tight flowy thing. What was wrong with her.
Finally reaching the bottom of the steps she turned to her former ex-boyfriend, but not boyfriend, Lee. He had flown all the way from Maryland yesterday after a long conversation they had shared on the phone the day before. She couldn't help it. She loved him so much and now they were going to live with each other back in Maryland. She didn't care about life, she cared for him.
Lee took her hand and they did the waltz around the dance floor, it actually wasn't the bad, maybe some faults here and there. Finally they backed up next to the other couples and Lee bent down and kissed Karyn's lips.
Kissing back Karyn looked back up at him before resting her head against his chest. Now this is what made her happy.
[tag;;eva lilly turner]
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Post by Eva Lilly Turner on Oct 28, 2006 12:00:28 GMT -5
She looked perfect. A vision in off-white lace from the Vera Wang collection. Boys eat your hearts out, girls turn green with jealousy. Tonight Eva was going to rock it out tonight.
She held her father's elbow tightly, careful not to fall in her white Manolo Bhlaniks, something most of the girls have been careful enough not to do and she wasn't going to be the first one to look like an ass.
Her dress swished as she walked, rubbing lightly against the smooth skin of her legs. Her eyes were outlined in a brown eyeliner, and mascara lengthening her eyelashes. With the help of falsies, but shhh. Her lips were a deep pink color from her favorite Chanel lipstick. It was her mothers, something she cherished.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, she hugged her father, who adorned a full black ensemble, black tie, shirt, suit, top bottons of the shirt undone in true rockstar fashion. She walked towards her escort, Jeremy, and he was looking sharp. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.
[Tag; Jeremy.]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 28, 2006 12:11:45 GMT -5
It wasn't completely beyond Jeremy that he had to look his hottest. One, for Taylor. He wanted her to be proud to walk down the stairs with him. He wanted her to be able to stand up tall, so that he could be proud of her. Two, because Eva was gorgeous and rockstar, and she was all over him. That was just how he rocked it.
Jeremy Schellenberg was back, yet again.
A week before he had purchased a black Armani tuxedo and had had it custom-tailored to fit by Rachel's favorite choice. She, obviously, had been there to oversee the whole affair. The jacket was a simple black blazer, the pants perfectly ironed, creased, and washed. Jeremy made a stiff designer tux look natural, though, with the rugged hair, clean, plain white Hugo Boss button-up, and diagonally striped dark-blue-and-black Gucci Homme tie.
Slick. Really slick.
He had been standing to the right of the staircase, waiting for Eva and practicing his perfectly sly smirk by flashing it all the seemingly hundreds of people watching her descend the staircase. As her father came down, he bowed a little--as was the custom--and took her arm. He walked Eva to the middle of the dance floor, putting his hand on her back and her smaller one in his. Jeremy executed the dance perfectly, and ended with giving his escort a twirl.
They walked off into the crowd. Tag;; Kristin. [/center]
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Post by Kristin May Summers on Oct 28, 2006 12:21:32 GMT -5
Kristin wrung her hands, a little nervous about this whole thing. She barely new her escort, and her father, well...he wasn't too thrilled at doing this. It wasn't his thing.
Her name was called. Kristin May Summers. She walked through the door, grinning, with her father at her side. She stepped down the stairs with ease, putting on a good front, because inside, she was screaming in terror of all eyes on her. Her Michael by Michael Kors dress fit her perfectly,it was a linen white color with a flowy eyelet skirt and empire waist and a sweetheart neckline. Her dark smoky makeup made her look sultry, and mysterious. She looked glamourous. And felt glamoourous. Like Marilyn Monroe, sometimes people called her Mini Marilyn for she looked like her especially when she wore her hair like this. Down in tight barrel curls. And the white dress? Forget it, they're practically twins. All she's missing is the city street grate and some bright red lipstick and it'd be "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" time.
She met with her escort, Jake, and let him take her to the dance floor where they eased around it as if they were gliding and then exited. Her time in the spotlight was over. Damnit. And just when she was getting used to it.
[tag;spencer]
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Oct 28, 2006 15:15:21 GMT -5
Glancing around at the other girls who were anxiously awaiting their names to be called, Spencer may have been the only one who was more nervous than excited. Sure, her dad would be there to take her arm when the two met, but it had been a while since the two of them had even carried out a simple conversation. With her dad being gone for most of the week, Spencer hadn’t had much family time at all. It seemed as though every passing week and month only made her family part even more.
Taking a deep breath, Spencer glanced down at her white dress and smiled. It was beautiful; her mothers. Ah yes, she had always dreamed of wearing the dress, even as a young girl, and finally the right day had come for it. The dress stopped a little passed her knees and hugged her upper torso and hips, letting it fall loosely down the rest of her body. When she had gotten ready at home, putting the dress on, her make-up and the small diamond necklace her mom had surprised her with, Spencer could have sworn she saw a tear or two in her mother’s eyes. Of course her mom knew that the tears would soon lead to the whole. ‘You’re growing up’ discussion, so she left the room when it all started. But tonight, it made Spencer feel happier than anything. She knew her mom loved her, she knew her whole family did in fact. She was definitely blessed.
Her hair was dressed with light curls, letting them cascade over her shoulders and down her back. It had been fairly cheap also, free at that. Yes, her mom had actually taken an hour or so out of her day to sit there with a curling iron and do Spencer’s hair. It had looked perfect, or at least to Spencer it did.
So there she stood, behind the white doors, awaiting her name to be called and for the chance of finally seeing her father wearing, yet another suit. But his was now white; she had seen it already. An all white tux, he actually looked...good, handsome at that. It was his wedding tux. So, her family, or her dad at least, had decided that spending a lot of money on this event wasn’t the best idea. Spencer, however, had bought new shoes, new earrings, a purse to match the dress, and of course, the necklace that her mom had gotten for her.
A muffling sound of a voice speaking into a microphone had finally started. They spoke her name, ‘Spencer Carlin, escorted by her father, Robert Carlin.’ Spencer exhaled the breath she had seemed to hold for a long time and stepped out into the clearing. No smile was present upon her face. Sheer anxiety struck her, well, until she saw her father. Her face literally lit up and her pace was quickened. Her father wore almost the exact same smile; his toned down just a bit though. As the two reached each other, Robert hugged his daughter, kissed her temple lightly, took her arm and slowly proceeded down the staircase towards Ryder and the dance floor.
(Tag, Ryder) [/font][/color]
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Post by Ryder Hill on Oct 28, 2006 18:12:52 GMT -5
Standing off to the side of the staircase, an individual was intently listening to when Spencer's name would be called. His attire was definitely out of the norm, but Ryder figured he should at /least/ make an effort since the day meant so much to her. Even more so since she meant so much to him. Albeit they hadn't spent much time together before Cotillion, but that would of course be changing soon. It was just, he'd found himself so busy the past couple of days, but thankfully had cleared everything out of the way in time for this.
Admittedly, he was looking good in his current threads. It wasn't the norm for him, but he pulled off the look nicely -- at least that was what his mother told him. A black suit adorned his tall frame, black shoes to boot. Surprise surprise, he'd traded in his motorcycle jacket and boots for this. Fine, he'd worn the jacket to the place, but it was stowed away for the time being. The girl better appreciate it, though he figured she would. He really liked her for not caring what he wore though. Having trimmed his curly dark blonde locks, they only brushed the tops of his shoulders, and had obviously been tended to for the event. Needless to say, he'd turned a few heads upon entering the place, but no one mattered at this place. No one but Spencer.
And there she was, descending the stairs with her father. He swallowed, hard, nervousness wrapping around him like a noose. That was surprising, unexpected. Not only that, but his heart had skipped a beat when his grey eyes settled upon her. She was...stunning. None of the girls who'd previously entered the place could compare. There was just that natural beauty to her; the way she carried herself, not being vain. Yeah. The perfect girl really. He found himself rooted to the spot, his gut slightly tightening with each step closer to her he took. Inwardly, he believed he didn't deserve her. She was /way/ too good for him, but he was lucky enough to be able to call her his girlfriend. /His/.
When she reached him, he accepted her from her dad, but not before wiping his now wet palms upon his pants, thanking the Lord he hadn't worn white. One would think he was getting married to the girl or something. Smiling at her, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, whispering, "You look beautiful," in her ear before pulling back, setting his hands upon her and beginning the waltz across the dance floor. Once it was through, without incident, thankfully, he led her towards the other couples, feeling confident in having the most beautiful chick in Orange County by his side.
{Tag;; Lily} [/font][/center]
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Post by zannaarquett on Nov 4, 2006 23:38:43 GMT -5
Damn it. It was Zanna’s turn already. Standing hidden behind the large wooden doors, she prepared herself for the stupid ceremonial walking down the stairs with her father. All eyes would be on her. She knew it. She hated it. Couldn’t they all just find something else to stare at? Of course not. It was her time to shine. But, the question was, who had ever asked her if she wanted a time to shine? If anyone had, she sure as hell had not been paying attention at the time. Why did she come, anyway?
Oh yes, her parents were making her. And if she didn’t, everyone would stare at her as though she was a leper.
Another deep breath. At least Devin and Drek would be here. At least Tyler would be here. At least it wasn’t going to be one princess bitch after another. That was always a good thing.
Alright. Smooth the dress. Glance down at the dress. The dress. It was white—what a shocker—and sort of halter-ish. The neck was made out of a braided rope sort of thing, and Zanna liked it. The bottom hung just below her knees, long enough to seem formal, but short enough so that she wouldn’t trip on it, and she knew from personal experience that tripping in formalwear was never fun. Anyway, around her waist hung a velvet-y black tie, only tied loosely so as not to mess with the shape of the dress.
Taking another breath, she took a step toward the doors and blocked out all the sound from the crowded dressing room. They could all see her now. Literally, all eyes in the room were ON HER. How. Fricking. Scary.
‘Hey dad,’ Zanna mouthed as her gray-haired father held his arm for her to grab. Doing so, they began the descent. She prayed the whole way down that she wouldn’t trip or fall and, luckily, she didn’t.
There was Devin. He looked great. Smiling once more at her father, Zanna broke away from him at the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of Devin. “Hello,” she said softly, so that no one else could hear her. And then, it was time to waltz. [/color][/size] [tag ;; Devin]
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