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Post by Sarah on Jan 15, 2015 1:32:49 GMT -5
The (soon to be) new Queen of England wore a lovely white-and-gold dress today, this day of her official coronation. A lot of fretting, planning, more fretting, freak-outs and re-planning had all led up to this moment. She would get in the limo, drive over to the cathedral, and then would have to slowly walk down the red carpet that would be lined with English citizens as she headed toward the altar where the priest stood. It was all ceremonial, of course, as all that mattered was what was said on paper, but for the cameras and the folks there in person she needed to be seen crowned and wearing said crown on her head. Sarah was such a huge bundle of nerves that she'd been pacing for the last hour. Every so often, she'd stop to glance at the clock--of course only two minutes had gone by since the last time she'd looked--or stop by the window to peek outside. A lot of emphasis had been made on timing, and as the clock slowly ticked closer to the time when she'd have to go down to the car, the more nervous she got the more upset her stomach. She knew she had to calm down. The last thing she wanted to do was faint in front of a huge audience. ((I figure we can have general character thoughts and what not before the actual moment happens. I have no idea what Gatsby's role would be in this kind of thing. I'm mostly going off of what I've seen in movies, so roll with whatever seems right to you. xD))
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Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 15, 2015 19:31:03 GMT -5
((This is the verse, we're just wingin it baby!))
Jay had all ready been escorted by a small unassuming car to the cathedral.
He was the fiancé to the crown, which made him basically nothing in the eyes of the world. But as it were he was there wearing a fancy suit with his hair done and a light powdering for the cameras.
To be in the public eye in this way, to have his name known in this way, to have his face known in this way scared him to death.
He was the impossible man, he was a ghost of a name, yet here he was standing proudly in the cathedral awaiting the woman that was to be his wife to walk down the aisle to be crowned queen of England.
Christ old boy, what have we gotten in to?.
If it wasn't love, he wouldn't be there.
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Post by John Bristow on Jan 15, 2015 19:36:56 GMT -5
John held on to Laszlo and Marie's hands as they scrambled through the crowd to actually manage to get a spot at the front of the crowd.
"This is hectic."
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Post by Marie Bristow on Jan 15, 2015 19:37:09 GMT -5
"This is fantastic!"
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Post by László on Feb 1, 2015 12:21:40 GMT -5
László had never seen or been in such a huge gathering before. It was a little overwhelming, and he found himself squeezing John's hand a bit too hard.
"If traffic had been better, we would've gotten here sooner and found a good spot."
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Post by Sarah on Feb 1, 2015 12:34:23 GMT -5
Before Sarah could pace a hole into the carpet, an assistant poked her head into the room.
"It's time."
Taking a deep breath, she followed the assistant out of the room and down the hallway, attendants falling into step behind her. Some of them would be going in the car with her, to refresh her make-up and make sure that not a single hair was out of place before she stepped out at the church. One of them was her advisor, who would be going through her role in the whole affair one more time so that it was fresh in her mind.
As they set out for London proper, Sarah felt herself start to relax a little. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The ride over was going pretty smoothly--
The car slowed as it neared the cathedral, traffic from onlookers and looky-loos slowing the motorcade down considerably. Shouts and cheers steadily got louder as they got closer, and Sarah suddenly felt a wave of panic when she spotted the cathedral and the mass of people around it and oh god that's the press by the front door aaaaah. As the limo slowed, getting ready to stop at the red carpet, the noise outside swelled and all of Sarah's courage evaporated.
"Oh god I can't." She blurted out.
Her advisor Liam, who'd been the one to help her calm down on previous occasions, leaned.
"Yes you can. Remember what we talked about?"
"Concentrate on not stepping on the dress?"
There were chuckles and a few smiles from the attendants. She smiled back.
"Or concentrate on your sense of humor. That's your refuge." Liam said.
Sarah had a terrible sense of humor, but that wasn't the point. He was right--if she just focused on her irreverent side, her love of metatext and the fourth wall, then maybe...
The car stopped. Liam threw the door open. Keeping those thoughts in mind, she stepped outside onto the red carpet.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 2, 2015 13:58:00 GMT -5
John leaned his head up for a moment to get a look, before reaching down to pick up Marie so she could get a look.
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Post by Marie Bristow on Feb 2, 2015 14:00:32 GMT -5
"Oh she's pretty!"
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Post by Jay Gatsby on Feb 2, 2015 14:08:58 GMT -5
Jay stood still as a statue as he heard the commotion outside.
He knew she was there and this was really happening.
"Good lord" he whispered.
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Post by László on Feb 14, 2015 12:31:22 GMT -5
"She looks nervous as hell," László whispered, then glanced around at the crowd.
"Not that I blame her."
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Post by Sarah on Feb 14, 2015 12:38:50 GMT -5
The roar of noise was almost enough to make her turn around and run back into the car, but somehow she kept walking. She concentrated on the excited faces, letting those influence her mood, and soon she was smiling naturally. They wanted to see her!
It seemed like forever until she finally stepped into the cathedral. It was less noisy in there, though there was still the echo of many voices. At the far end she saw Jay, and had to resist the urge to run toward him. Decorum! Must stick to it...
She didn't feel nervous again until she could see the crown sitting on a pillow.
Holy crap this is really happening.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 14, 2015 14:02:38 GMT -5
"She's so young" he furrowed his brow and prayed silently for her as she walked down the carpet to the cathedral.
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Post by Jay Gatsby on Feb 14, 2015 14:04:23 GMT -5
Jay grinned.
She was stunning.
He noticed her eyeing the crown and nodded, trying to reassure her.
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Post by Kirk Lazarus on Feb 14, 2015 14:33:04 GMT -5
((Because I have nothing to do with him)).
Outside in the crowd, Kirk stood with a blank expression and a cigarette in his mouth.
He was still in character as Adrian Veidt and had all ready given quite a few autographs; not as himself of course. He'd perfect Mr. Veidts signature, they'd never know.
He just happened to be in London doing some research when he noticed the gathering crowd, much to his surprise it was a coronation.
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Post by Tasha on Mar 1, 2015 20:06:51 GMT -5
At first, Tasha hadn't really paid attention to the London news--she'd been too busy (and frantic) trying to scrounge together enough money to get back to Paris. It wasn't until one week before the coronation was supposed to happen that she actually sat down and read a news article--and saw the picture that went with it. At the time, she'd been using a computer in the local library, and when she'd seen the photo she'd made some kind of noise and almost leapt out of her chair.
The future queen was someone she knew. It was the woman in that weird dream she'd had, but at the time the dream hadn't allowed Tasha to recognize her. Now, awake, she knew exactly who it was, and it made her heart stop. Tasha tried her damnedst to get in contact with the future queen, but she was basically a nobody detective and likely one of a billion people trying to talk to her. Even though she'd known it was useless, Tasha had gone with her fall back option--be there at the coronation, and maybe find a way to talk to Sarah.
This was why, now, Tasha was trying to force her way through the crowd and into the cathedral. She had to get in there before there wasn't any more standing room and the ceremony began. She had to talk to the soon-to-be queen.
Tasha had to tell her that she looked exactly like her missing mother.
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