Through the Living Elan

"Uh..." No. I'm not. But... she wants it, doesn't she? "Yes, I am part of a... very real life royal bloodline." LYING?! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Uh- uh- insulting!" Criistuul says. "Of course they do! I have like... thirty followers and a two year snapchat streak."

"Interesting. Well, nice to meet you..." Oh no. What is her name... "This... fine evening!"

Criistull gasped. "Owwwww! Uncool!" She shouts. "Guuuuuurls! He just BROKE UP WITH ME!" Immediately all the heads in the camp turn, and eyes narrow on the man.

"Yes, yes!" Owen said. "It is quite the wonderful place! I posit that you are from here, in London?" He tried desperately to use a proper British accent, but... well, the Scottish always came through.

"I am Owen- I mean, Lord Alford. I'm Scottish. I mean... part Scottish. I mean..." Owen says. "I am Lord Alford." He nods curtly. You REALLY need to get better. At everything.

Lord Owen Alford checked under the table, brushing the red curls off his forehead. Really. Women need different fashion. Just... wear trousers. It's so much easier. He immediately saw the necklace. He grabbed it, and came up from under the table. "Here you are, m'lady." He says, handing it to her. He looks up at her face and freezes. This lady was... well, beautiful. "Uh..." Say something say something... "Hi." NOT THAT!

Criistuul sighs. Then pricks him with a needle. Immediately his muscles go tight. "That poison should subdue you. It also causes extreme pain! Fun right?!"

Criistuul cocks her head. "No, that's boooooooring." She says. "I'd rather torture you incessantly. Or go on a date."

Criistuul pauses. Thinks. Then speaks. "Yeah, I know." Then she stabs the man in the arm. "I don't care though!"

Owen Alford arrives at the party, late. And bruised. At least I have pants now. He thinks to himself. It looks like people have already paired off. "Oh well..." He mutters. Love could wait. It was for... well, people better at it than he. Messy red hair from his Scottish heritage and a freckled face, he wasn't the center of all fashion and beauty. And the bruises... well, they wouldn't help either. It wasn't his fault he'd been attacked though. Either way, he was here now. He immediately found his way to an empty table and had the servants bring him a brothy soup and some bread. He sighed, eating it slowly. No one loved him. No one would love him. At least it would end when the star finally came.

“I’m popular, adorable, and on the cheer team. And queen chief of my warriors.” Criistuul says. “You’ll obey me.”

Criistuul sighs. “Girls. Have at him.” Immediately a crowd of girls in war makeup and dresses begin attacking him with torture weapons, not enough to kill, just to cause pain. “Rethinking?” Criistuul says. “Thought so.”

Lei groans. “Me… it was annoying…” he plops back down, out again.

“A boyfriend!” Criistuul says. “Obvs! You’re a hot dude older than me!”

apostrophese r week and so is puncty whatever i dont care rn i just wanna 2 sleep

No. Apostrophes are for the weak.