[No wait-wrong game. Carly, fortunately, has the sense to Not launch the ball across the green with her little hammer. She's a little confused about the game, granted, but she's gotten herself to look pretty good with her hair all done up in a sporting dress for the game, and her wings float gently behind her as she focuses on her hammer. She needs to hit the ball through the hoops, anddddd...maybe hit another ball while she's at it?]
Mnnnnh....Aha! [She finds herself exclaiming as she makes the shot, before quickly quieting herself. Yeeks, that's close-]
Points for me..? [Please, let no one have caught the open laugh-]
[In the Eye of the Beholder- | Day 171]
Mnhhhhghh.... [She is. Not good at this. Carly's arms are bent out of shape, and when she tries to take aim, her hands tremble. Her eyes are narrowed with focus, but the irises inside give away her anxiety, and a cold sweat is on her face whenever she lets loose. One!
To the lawn.
Two!
...To the lawn.
Three!
Ooh, hit the post that time, and she slowly starts to lose her cool as she sweats.] Thi...I'm r...really not good at this, huh...
[Movies and a Break | Day 172]
[Tea Time, it turns out, is the perfect use of an intermission. Honestly, she finds she doesn't mind the theatre performance at all. Reading was even...sort of enjoyable before the first act, so she's finding her nerves a little less frayed. Even if Tea Time is, technically, some sort of 'dinner'. But! All that aside, she sips her tea and sighs, actually looking the part of some upperclass woman for once in her gown, the light of her form misting out from beneath the fabrics.]
Hahhhh... ...This tea is really nice, isn't it..? [She manages aloud, glancing to whoever's nearest. Tea's good for nerves, who'd have guessed...]
[SUPERVISORS | Delicious Food | All Meals Prior the Hunt]
[The supervisors, it turns out, are all stuck up front with the Ringmaster and Prince pretty much, on a Nicer table with Nicer chairs. It's more than enough to make a woman nervous, especially one with as many loose threads as Carly herself. Still, the girl manages to try her best at holding together, even if there is, every now and then, a whispered-]
....Which course are we on?
[She's sort of been drowning herself out on things. Actually, outside the occasional question, she's eeriely quiet, a point that many up there are no doubt noticing.
Carly | OTA | DIVIDED DAYS ARE FOR SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAARES
[No wait-wrong game. Carly, fortunately, has the sense to Not launch the ball across the green with her little hammer. She's a little confused about the game, granted, but she's gotten herself to look pretty good with her hair all done up in a sporting dress for the game, and her wings float gently behind her as she focuses on her hammer. She needs to hit the ball through the hoops, anddddd...maybe hit another ball while she's at it?]
Mnnnnh....Aha! [She finds herself exclaiming as she makes the shot, before quickly quieting herself. Yeeks, that's close-]
Points for me..? [Please, let no one have caught the open laugh-]
[In the Eye of the Beholder- | Day 171]
Mnhhhhghh.... [She is. Not good at this. Carly's arms are bent out of shape, and when she tries to take aim, her hands tremble. Her eyes are narrowed with focus, but the irises inside give away her anxiety, and a cold sweat is on her face whenever she lets loose. One!
To the lawn.
Two!
...To the lawn.
Three!
Ooh, hit the post that time, and she slowly starts to lose her cool as she sweats.] Thi...I'm r...really not good at this, huh...
[Movies and a Break | Day 172]
[Tea Time, it turns out, is the perfect use of an intermission. Honestly, she finds she doesn't mind the theatre performance at all. Reading was even...sort of enjoyable before the first act, so she's finding her nerves a little less frayed. Even if Tea Time is, technically, some sort of 'dinner'. But! All that aside, she sips her tea and sighs, actually looking the part of some upperclass woman for once in her gown, the light of her form misting out from beneath the fabrics.]
Hahhhh... ...This tea is really nice, isn't it..? [She manages aloud, glancing to whoever's nearest. Tea's good for nerves, who'd have guessed...]
[SUPERVISORS | Delicious Food | All Meals Prior the Hunt]
[The supervisors, it turns out, are all stuck up front with the Ringmaster and Prince pretty much, on a Nicer table with Nicer chairs. It's more than enough to make a woman nervous, especially one with as many loose threads as Carly herself. Still, the girl manages to try her best at holding together, even if there is, every now and then, a whispered-]
....Which course are we on?
[She's sort of been drowning herself out on things. Actually, outside the occasional question, she's eeriely quiet, a point that many up there are no doubt noticing.
She's doing her best, you see.]
[WILDCARD]
[HIT ME FOR PRE-HUNT STUFF]