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"Yes...yes. Well, we all must find a place of work when we're not born into the direct royalty." Sienna looked blankly. "And how are you and your...-" Sienna looked behind her and noticed the guard jogging. "-Followers...and-" Sienna tensed at the sound of her mispronounced name. "Butterscotch...
Sienna gave the man a final glare and turned around. She turned and went into her cousin's line of view. "Oh...my." Sienna sighed. Alya. She thought. Sienna made her way over. "Darling! It's been too long!" She cried.
Priscilla looked at the sky, it was black as ash, swirling around. Priscilla had never seen anything like it. "Mon dour." She said to herself. Priscilla jumped as lightning tore the sky open.
Sienna looked at the man, blinked and summoned an incredible breath. "Of course, you will pay for it. Do you not know who I am? I am Sienna Butterfield. This dress was worn by me at the opera tonight. I'm a composer." Sienna started unscrewing the top of her baton off, ready to attack if needs be.
(Noble class taken)
Name: Dame Sienna Butterfield
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5'9", brown neck length hair (sort of like a bob), will wear black when performing, wears long beautiful black dresses.
Hobbies: Conducting music
Prosthetics: None
Abilities: Agility, verbal manipulation...
In Paris: Priscilla was strutting around the large mansion her owner owned. She enjoyed her quaint life by the French coast. She heard the dreadful voice of her owner shriek through the acres. Priscilla closed her eyes and smile. She looked up and noticed large black clouds formulating above...
Sienna looked at the writing. She grasped her glass. "That isn't high enough!" Sienna yelled, thrusting the glass and leaving. Sienna looked at the man and winked.
Sienna looked around and waited for the waiter to walk past. "It's fine. I conned people originally because I felt they deserved it. I'm disgusted with the world right now. So...humanity has a debt, and I'm collecting it."
Name: Priscilla
Species: Peacock
Gender: Female
The animal's home country/ territory on Earth: Originally bred in India, but was moved to France.
Age: 25
Personality: If Priscilla was a human, she would be very snobbish, prissy and dislikeable. Priscilla hates dirt.
Backstory: Priscilla was...
Sienna stopped in her tracks and sat down. "Fine." Sienna looked right into the mans eyes. "My name is Sienna Denise Crighton. I was born in Marylebone, here in London. My father owned a small business that went large. I'm asexual, I'm not attracted to either sex. What else do you want to know...
"C...clean?" Sienna chocked on her wine. "Are you serious? You think I'm going to be some sort of skivvy to some...crippled police officer? Absolutely not."
Vivienne sat and waited for someone to answer the calls, and took it upon herself. "Fine!" She said, annoyed. "Yes, yes! You may come in! Oh! And if you see a red handbag out there can you bring it in? Thanks!" Vivienne missed her bag.
"Elizabeth..." Sienna nodded. "Oh, I used her a lot of times." Sienna sighed. "I feared you would recognise me. So I hid my face and bolted out the club. I found what I needed."
Sienna took a deep breath. "You know a couple of months ago, there was that near crash on the street. A little old woman? Wheelchair?" Sienna looked down, trying not to make eye contact.
Sienna stood up. "Mr. Helingard." Sienna acknowledged Xavier. His looks were attractive. Sienna sat down again. "Welcome to London." She said, smiling. "It's a pity what happened."
"A...necromancer." Sienna backed up a bit. She was feeling scared. "Well I've left Geoffrey...my driver alone. I ne-need to...ah...get home." Sienna turned around and swiftly made her way out.
Hello! This is a roleplay for the British Soap Opera Hollyoaks. If you have not heard of/watched Hollyoaks, but still want to join, I'll give you a bit of insight. Hollyoaks is a village in Chester, England. It is inhabited by many people. Villains, heroes, teachers, police officers, doctors...
Sienna greeted the doorman, she was dressed in a golden floaty dress. She sat in the tea room, awaiting her visitor. Sienna looked in her pocket mirror. She was ready to do this.
"Lady Sienna Hortnese." Sienna raised a hand to be shook. The boy ignored it, Sienna looked annoyed and put it down. "I'm not sure how I do it...but I have some sort of kinetic ability...I can control glass. There's something about you, boy. I think you're different. Like me."
"Well you sh-" Sienna noticed the boy run off. She wanted to speak to the boy and he was running away. No chance. Sienna raised a gloved hand, glass from the house near by smashed out and formed a solid wall in front of the boy. "Where do you think you're going?" Sienna said. "Speak when you are...
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