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I'm shocked

So now you're revealing who you are?

Sure. I’m currently in the selectoin as @alexandra-amaria last round I was @gracebella-sinclair my personal is @the-selection-bitch and my name is Issy.

Challenge 1: Azalea Starling

Hey y'all. Here's my first challenge! Typos are inevitable, sorry. :) ------------------------------------------------ Getting ready for a date is a lot less fun than the movies make it out to be. Sure I was used to getting dolled up for arranged meetings with the sons of my father’s coworkers, but I was never invested. My maid, Evangeline curled my hair before she started pinning it up. “You know, Miss, a lot of the other ladies planned fun events with the prince.” She'd been commenting on that ever since I mentioned my dinner date plans with Haiden. The other Selected had done things like jumping off roofs. I preferred not to be killed, thank you very much. “Yes, so you've mentioned,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Maybe Prince Haiden could use a calm date. Might be refreshing.” Evangeline shook her head slightly as she put her final touches to my hair and face. “Whatever you say…” Ignoring her blatant disapproval, I stood up and straightened my dress. I inspected myself in the mirror, finally approving of my appearance. I may not be as fully invested with this competition as one would assume, but I still wanted to look nice. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. Evangeline looked at the door frantically. “Remember your table manners, miss!” “Yeah… I'll do my best.” She gave me a stern look before opening the door. Gosh, I just loved that awful women. Note the sarcasm. “Hello, Lady Azalea, are you ready for our date,” Haiden asked from the threshold. “I am, thank you.” My parents always taught me to act composed and I am not one to disappoint. I took Haiden’s arm as my maid closed the door with a quick wink. “What would you like to do,” Haiden questioned politely. Oh great, this was going to be like every other high class dinner I've attended. “I was hoping to go to dinner. Is that alright?” “Sure.” I sighed slightly at his less than enthusiastic response as we began our journey to the dining room. “So…” I trailed. “You like food?” I immediately cringed at my question. In all honesty, I was a bit nervous. He raised his eyebrows a bit. “Yeah. Do you?” I let out a laugh at his expression. “This is awkward, isn't it,” he smiled. “I'm just nervous,” I shrugged. Haiden offered me a small grin. “It's okay. What can I do to make you less nervous?” “Wow, my response to that could go a thousand different ways. But I'll keep it PG.” Wow, I actually said that. Well that's just peachy. “Just, don't let the conversation die? Talking helps,” I said quickly, trying to cover up my previous statement. “Uh, all right. So tell me about yourself,” he said with an awkward laugh. “Well, I have a brother, my father's a politician, and my favorite color is pink.” It wasn't exactly an interesting response, but I didn't want to share too much too quickly. “That's nice,” he trailed. I simply nodded awkwardly. “Sorry, I let the conversation die again.” “Gosh darnit, Haiden. Get it together,” I demanded with a laugh. The Prince seems pretty awkward to me. Though it was endearing, it wouldn't help my plan. It could work in my favor, but that was a long shot. I doubt he gave true trust easily. Haiden smiled sheepishly. I could tell he wanted to try for conversation, but it didn't come easy. What a great leader. “Alright, uh, tell me a completely random fact about you,” he said out of he blue. I thought for a moment. “Hm. I'm allergic to peanuts.... and I may or may not have set a car on fire before,” I smiled. Call me a pyromaniac, I don't care. The owner of that car had it coming. “Really? What brought you to set a car on fire,” he asked bewildered. Enough, Haiden. Enough. “Someone got me sent to boarding school,” I answered. Someone who shall remain irrelevant to my new life. He nodded slowly. “Well, that's rough. Have you ever gone into a rebellious face?” I set a car on fire, what do you think? I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yep pretty much. Right before, maybe during my time at boarding school. The person that got me sent to boarding school did have some evidence to back up getting me sent. But still. That car is no more.” Haiden raised a brow and smirked a bit. Well, damn. He's changing. “It's not your fault it was easily burned,” he responded as we arrived at our destination. I couldn't help but laugh at his words. I guess Haiden isn't that bad. I didn't truly think he was, but it's nice to see multiple sides of him. “It really was. I mean seriously, he shouldn't have owned something so flammable.” Haiden nodded in agreement, clearly happy the conversation was picking up between us. “Obviously. Ask me a question now,” he said as he pulled out my chair for me before seating himself. We weren't in a huge dining room or anything, it was a small room, probably meant for more intimate gatherings- possibly one-on-one meetings. “Favorite past time?” “Sleeping.” Well he said that awfully fast. Nice. “How efficient prince of you. Glad to know my country is soon to be in good hands.” “Obviously. I also enjoy breathing,” he grinned. “I have to agree with you on that one. Now, tell me about your last nightmare.” Haiden looked a bit startled by this question. “My last nightmare?.... Well, I don't really remember my dreams.” Bullshit. “Try.” He looked a bit flustered. “Well, uh, I remember a dream about my family dying once.” “That's a nightmare?” I said all too quickly. His eyebrows flicked up. I coughed. “I mean oh no…” I laughed weakly. Hopefully he took that as a joke. He laughed. Thank God. “What are or were your ambitions?” “I don't know. Technically, I've always supposed to have become a socialite. That's what is expected. But mostly, I wanted to break things. At least that's what the rebellious teenager inside me wanted,” I shrugged. At this point, I could say whatever I wanted. Haiden probably wouldn't believe me. “Break things? Very interesting. You could try chopping down trees,” he replied. Well then. Good suggestion. I couldn't hide my smile. “Have you seen me? These noodle arms can hardly pick up a plate,” I laughed. “Last time I did heavy lifting was when I was 15 and carrying a jug of gasoline.” “Yikes. But it's all right. I couldn't lift anything up until I was 15.” “Not even a book,” I questioned. “I hear you're fond of those.” Nerd. “Yeah, I guess so,” Haiden laughed awkwardly. I coughed. “Weak.” Haiden rolled his eyes playfully. “So how do you feel about politics?” I'm guessing this was his way of interviewing if I was ‘queen material’. I groaned internally. “My father's a politician, so I feel like they're my whole childhood.” “Got any opinions of your own?” “Well, sure. Don't know if you'd like to hear them.” I honestly wasn't sure if I wanted to say anything. It seems a bit too early to scare him off. “Oh, I'm sure I'd love it,” he grinned. My eyebrows flicked upward. “Alright. Well, as you know, premarital sex is illegal. Though I understand why, I think it's a bit uncalled for to imprison pregnant women.” I noticed Haiden’s expression and immediately regretted my words. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.” “No, it's fine,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Truly. I like to hear opinions other than slimy politicians.” “So you'd rather hear it from a slimy politician’s daughter?” Oh crap. I forgot I was supposed to talk up my father. Whoops. “They usually have the best opinions,” he laughed. “Oh, most definitely.” Haiden began to lean forward. “Do you have any advice, Lady Azalea? About the Selection, I mean.” I smirked. “Try not to do anything stupid, your highness. Don't broadcast your 'interactions' with the other women.” “Yeah, probably don't want to do that,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “What would you like to do after dinner?” “How about dessert and then I let you walk me to my door.” I'd always been taught to act proper and I may not always, but this was an exception. “That's it? You don't want to go jump off a roof or karaoke or go bowling or light a bush on fire?” He actually looked slightly relieved. “You mean like the other Selected? I don't think I'm like the rest of them. Though I'm always down for setting things on fire.” Honestly, the pyromaniac thing about me is the only interesting thing. Haiden smiled. “Alright, then let's have dessert. Anything you'd like?” ---- “Thanks for being on this date with me,” he said. I nodded. We had just made our way to my door. “I have something for you.” Haiden pulled a match out of his coat and striked it. “For you, because we didn't burn anything.” Not going to lie, that was awfully sweet. “Oh my gosh. Did u actually just happen to have that with you? That's a bit sadistic,” I grinned. “You know what, it doesn't even bother me.. Good night, Prince Haiden.” “Night, Lady Azalea.” Haiden turned on his heel and made his way down the hall. I didn't know if I could win this thing, but I looked forward to more dates. More information. I don't know how long I stood in the hall staring at the flame. But finally I felt a presence behind me. The match went out. “You know, you really shouldn't be holding one of those. We both know you can't be trusted,” a voice said. I turned around slowly, fearing the worst. But instead, I came face to face with a guard. “And you are?” The guard stared me down for a minute. “Don't worry about it.” With that being said, he leaned over and opened my door for me. “Sleep well, Zay.”

:)

@cressidaledger and @azalea-fleur-starling have some deep tension. Can’t wait to see all the cat fights.

Maybe

@azalea-fleur-starling and @lady-aubrey-graham are into some really kinky shit.

You forgot @alexandra-amaria and @miss-abercrombie-fitch

@aileen-hollingsworth, @lady-aubrey-graham, and @azalea-fleur-starling have started a caste based cult. What a group of assholes.

Damn, twice. All this fame

@azalea-fleur-starling smells like fish. Ew.

I resent this. I am soooo smartical :(

@azalea-fleur-starling interview with the prince really showed her smart side. It doesn’t exist. 

I ship you and the guard you threw the shoe at. Auard or Gzalea.

Forget him. He wasn't worth my precious shoe.

wow

Azalea Archer was killed?

Can you say conspiracy?!

Practice Challenge 2: Azalea Starling

Yes, I’m aware this is short, but it’s just practice and I have homework to do :P I hope you guys enjoy this fic and if you have any questions about Azalea, feel free to ask! Sorry for the typos I’m sure are there.

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Looking at the crowd now, I couldn’t decide if I was happy to leave or miserable of where I was headed. Being the daughter of a politician, the palace of was a common topic. Albeit one I dreaded.

The palace seemed more like my father’s family than my mother, brother, and I. He’d rather discuss the new plans being set for the country rather than my latest grade. All my ‘scandals and wrongdoings’ were handled by the publicists.

“Now, darling. You must do your best in this competition. No funny business or anything of the sort. Everything you do is reflected on me. You wouldn’t want to blemish your father’s reputation, would you, Azalea.”

Oh of course not. We all know that would be the end of the world. “No, father. I wouldn’t,” I replied sweetly. My father offered me a forced smile and a curt nod.

“Oh, honey! I’m so proud of you! I wish you all the luck in the world,” my mother exclaimed.

She was always a bit more caring with me. When she acknowledged I was there, of course. She wasn’t completely absent, she was just a bit more attentive when it came to the dress I wore to Father’s latest gala.

“Thank you, Mother.”

My brother, Drew, nudged my shoulder with his. “What,” I deadpanned.

“Thanks for leaving me with Mom and Dad,” he replied sarcastically. “I’ll always remember this gift.”

“Yes,” I grinned. “I hope you cherish it forever.”

He rolled his eyes and gave me a quick hug. “Write, won’t you?”

“I’ll try.” I really would.

He smiled a bit before allowing me to be escorted onto the plane.

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I sat in my plush seat, looking out the window. We still hadn’t taken off. Granted, it had only been about ten minutes and the other girls weren’t here yet.

I tapped on my armrest a few times before looking up to see a guard walk in. He looked rather bored; probably not too excited about having to stay on the plane, watching over a few of the Selected.

His eyes darted around the room, probably in search of a place to sit, before they landed on me. His eyebrows raised as he acquired an exasperated look. “Why?”

“Why what,” I questioned.

He looked at me as if I was stupid. “Why are you here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry if I took over your free time.”

“You did,” he replied before turning on his heel. I reached down a grabbed my shoe from my foot and threw it at his head. He caught it easily and threw it back. Unfortunately, I was not as athletically coordinated and I struggled to catch the slipper, over all, allowing it to smack me in the face.

“Hi… is this a bad time,” a female brunette asked.

If my memory had served me correctly, her name was Abercrombie Fitch. She’s a two, like myself.

I offered her a tight lipped smile, slipping my shoe back on. “Of course not. I was just playing a game of catch. Got to stay active!”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Right.”

“You must be Abercrombie. I’m Azalea,” I said, extending my hand towards her.

She shook my hand. “That I am. You’re Azalea Starling, right? I know there’re two Azaleas, so…” she shrugged.

I forced a small laugh. “Yeah… would you like to sit with me? I’d love the company!” I really wouldn’t.

“Sure,” she responded with a hesitant grin. I inwardly sighed. “Great,” I muttered.

~

The other girls boarded the plane and were now sitting in their respected areas, whether they were together or not.

A little after our flight had taken off, there was an announcement from the attendants. “I’m sorry to interrupt your experience, ladies, but I have an announcement.” They young woman sucked in a breath before continuing. “It appears that your fellow contendant, Azalea Archer, has passed away.” Cue the collective gasps from the girls and myself. “She was shot by a rebel during her farewell… Thank you for your time.” The attendant immediately walked into another room after that little ‘interruption’.

I didn’t think participating in this could be so dangerous. It wasn’t apart of the plan. I leaned back into the seat and sighed deeply. This should be a fun few months.

~

“Miss, would you like to touch up your roots a bit?” my maid, Jasmine, questioned.

“My roots? I don’t dye my hair.”

Jasmine purses her lips. “Oh, of course not.” She clearly didn’t believe me.

I held my tongue before I could say anything I would regret. “Go ahead, touch up my roots. Wouldn’t want to look bad for the prince,” I sighed dreamily.

Jasmine nodded her head vigorously. “I know just what you mean. By the time I’m done with you, there’s no way Prince Haiden could ever resist you.”

I smiled brightly. “Thank you so much!” This was torture. Beauty pageant torture.

~

After being escorted to my room, I plopped onto my bed. I was extremely tired after waking up early and the excitement of this whole situation was enough to wear me out.

Most would call this experience an adventure, but I’d have to disagree. It was more of a mission for me. One I didn’t want to lose.

What do you mean? I'm just fine :P

Rest in peace Azalea

When did you get your first period?

What's a period? Ohhhh you mean like in a sentence 😆 It happened in grammar school duh 😋Y'all are so silly

*giggles* that's funny (I will destroy you)

@lady-aubrey-graham hey, little mama let me whisper in yo ear

Practice Challenge?

I'll pass.

I love the smell of incest.

Fuck marry kill: eloise, elaine, alizé

Fuck: Insanity

Marry: My dignity

Kill: Me, preferably

Identify yourself as a troubled bird