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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 2, 2013 23:36:18 GMT -5
Teirney did not feel so easily convinced as Millie, and any mention of Damon was sure to put her in a foul temper.
"Strange Dmamon has never mentioned you--but then, he knew how I disapprove of his habitually poor taste in friends. It is bold of you, to claim friendship with the traitor Prince. You are fortunate the Watch is exempt from the matters of the Realm."
She stared at him for a moment with a sulky expression, but eventually broke off and took a bracing gulp from her cup. A trickle of wine threatened to slide down her chin, and she wiped it with the sleeve of her dress. "We are here to drink our cares away, Ser Symon? Is that not your purpose here? You should truly find a place with bitter vintage." She grimaced into her cup. "And better taste in party guests." Her eyes darted to SLitter for a brief second before swiveling back to the man.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 23:45:26 GMT -5
"I am meeting a friend in a little bit. He drinks his cares away. Myself I can not ever forget my worries no matter how drunk I get." Symon replied, "And I was never Damon's friend, but he was friendly with me. So was his father."
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Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 5:37:44 GMT -5
Nymeria Lannister had spotted her sister and aunt quite a while back, in the street and had decided that whatever fun they were having, she should join in. She had gotten one of her servants to sneakily follow them, whilst dressing herself for the occasion.
As she now entered this filthy hole she realized that perhaps her outfit was ill chosen. Her dress was gold and far too revealing in several places, designed in such a way to pronounce her curves even more. Her hair was curled and she wore her expensive Lysene cosmetics, large rubies in her ears. With a small frown on her face she looked around, before striding over to Amelia and Teirney.
"Oh there you are! Thank you for the invitation!" She flashed a smile.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 3, 2013 14:33:16 GMT -5
"Well, you can refresh your attempts anew to drown out your cares with us. " Teirney lifted up her cup and took another heavy pull of its contents, tilting her head back to help the wine along. "We are very well practiced in the matter, and sometimes all a man needs are worthy masters to teach him the way."
Suddenly, a rattle at the door caught her attention, and she looked up, slamming her drink onto the dismal tabletop. "Seven Hells," Teirney hissed, giving Millie's foot a nudge with her own. "You will not believe who just walked in--turn around Mil."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 3, 2013 14:37:35 GMT -5
Teirney nodded to herself at Millie's feigned reaction. It was a solid tactic they used with the wretched child, Millie playing the venomously sweet Aunt and Teirney assuming the role of disapproving sister. "Nym, you know you are not to go wandering the streets of the City of your own accord. What are you doing here?" Her eyes appraised the girl's ridiculous choice in evening-wear, and she had to choke down a laugh as it threatened to rise in her throat. She could only imagine what Ser Symon was thinking of the girl. And what the girl herself had been thinking--no one could answer that with little Nym.
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Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 14:38:11 GMT -5
OOC: This is the first time Nymeria would have worn something like this, as previously mentioned.
"It must be the family instinct," Nymeria replied, sitting down beside Amelia and Teirney, shapely legs crossed. "After all, us Lannister girls are just renowned for having bad taste, mhm?" She glanced across the filthy room, her mouth set in a trademark pout.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 3, 2013 14:55:00 GMT -5
“Darling, did you get that dress from one of Father’s women? It looks like something I saw on Tania some time ago—she must truly have taken a liking to you if she is trusting you with her nice garments. You do have such a way with people, Nym.” Teirney smiled in satisfaction. That was for the “poor taste” comment. The only one who had poor taste around here was clearly Nym, and sense seemed to be as frugally allocated to her. The idiot! She was fortune she hadn’t been hurt coming here—and to openly reveal that they were Lannisters in this place! Nym was simply jealous, besides, that Teirney had a Prince like Damon, and Nym had…slatternly dresses and jewls?
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Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 14:56:20 GMT -5
"And so you chose this place?" Nymeria asked with a laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry. This must be a Stormlands thing!" She giggled at that and recrossed her legs. "Don't tell me all the taverns in your new home look like this?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 3, 2013 15:06:10 GMT -5
Teirney shot a devilish look at Millie and snorted herself at the woman's response, allowing herself to take another hearty draw from her cup. They couldn't change these circumstances now, but struggling with Nym could also prove as a highly fruitful passtime.
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Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 15:16:23 GMT -5
OOC: As Nymeria grew she flowered into a beautiful young woman who would capture many an eye - would her father allow any men to get close to her, that is. It would not be too hard to figure that maybe Aurane wouldn't really let her out much in a city, in taverns. I am not gonna assume stuff about your characters so please don't do it for mine. Thanks. "I do have a way with people, don't I, sister?" Nymeria said to Teirney, flashing her a smile. "And Auntie, your brain must be getting all dulled; surrounded by all those Stormland men." She shook her head. "You do remember my father being very, very strict about where I went, no?" |
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 3, 2013 15:23:45 GMT -5
"Yes, and it clearly works so well," Teirney bit back, indicating Nym's surroundings with a laugh.
OoC: Bear, they all just joking around to be bitchy. None of it is necessarily meant to be taken as hard fact. And the individual, biased perspectives of our characters can lend way to distorted memories of the past or interpretations of people/events/etc. You can put things straight simply by having Nym deny it just like you did.
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Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 15:25:10 GMT -5
"I have managed to slip father's bonds more frequently here in King's Landing," Nymeria replied with a shrug. "Is it my fault he does not care anymore?"
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Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 15:30:37 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry if I sounded a bit angry, but I have a thing about, well, that. So much stuff gets assumed all the time.
"And what do you mean by that?" Nymeria shot back.
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Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 15:37:49 GMT -5
"Well I am growing up; a surprise, no?" Nymeria said. "As for what I wear... no, hang on a moment." She smirked. "I bet your husband doesn't know you are here."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 3, 2013 15:39:17 GMT -5
"We can't fault her too much, Millie," Teirney added in a veil of sympathy. "The poor dear spend her whole life at The Rock--just imagine what a terrible bore all that must have been. I almost feel guilty, in comparison, fostering with the Prince and Princess in this busy City, doing whatever I please as it pleases me. It has had...many benefits. And you, Lady of Storm's End now, running your household and keeping busy with the affairs of the land. Poor, Nym. Don't you just feel for her condition? Cooped up like a little lion cub."
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Hope you all are well and happy.