Marry my best friend?

by Lamenting_Quill Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:45 pm

Dear Diary,

Alright…

Now I understand that a lot of wealthy families can have very old customs that seem either eccentric or archaic, but this is just completely insane… Have they lost their marbles? Is this legal?

When I returned from Burner Side Boarding school in England, my final year a shining success, I expected to come home to my glowing parents, their faces full of pride and their lips unleashing praise of only the highest sorts, I expected to relax and enjoy the rest of my glorious summer in triumph, but no…

No… I come home to find my best friends, each of them as disgruntled as I was, it appeared my families wealth was decreasing rapidly and the business from my father’s shipping company was falling behind, not the mention that the employees of his casinos refused to slave away from the miniscule wages any longer, many of them had quit and spread the worth of the lousy, my father was a loss and had come up with what he thought of a genius way to save the family… me…

During my time at boarding school, I never got along with the preppy snobbish females that attended, my friends were all guys, five of which I was inseparable and them from me as well, they were as shocked as I was when my father wrote each of their families with his dilemma and now here all six of us stood in the parlor after learning the parents of my friends were eager to get their claws into the Mortocolus family name with the promise of my hand in marriage to the son I chose, a legacy of wealth just as legendary as their own, this combination would make their family ten times as powerful and renowned then they ever were before, such glory…

My darling friends, how kind they are being to me, so understanding that none of this was my own doing…

I met Jean-Luc De La Rouche, Rourke MacDonugh, Aiden Welsh, Hadleigh Bristol and Samuel Bristol on the first day of school, the start if the final year for all of us, we’d never even crossed paths before, but fate brought us all together in the cafeteria, due to one of Rourke’s unfortunate outbursts, a reaction the crude arrogance of one of the school’s prized soccer jocks, Rourke despises them.

Well, the outburst turned into a fist fight between Rourke and the jock, it was after blood could be seen on the jock’s face due to his unfortunate tussle with the Scotsman that Jean-Luc, Aiden, Hadleigh and Sam interfered, prying the two apart, Jean-Luc doing his best with his thick French accent to calm Rourke while the others kept the jock wrestled down on the ground, I stood mere feet from the scene, approaching slowly as Rourke tried getting up from the seat Jean-Luc had managed to get him in, I intended to offer any comfort I could to assist the Frenchman with the furious Scot.

It was then that shit hit the fan for all of us, the dean entered the cafeteria, ripped the guys off of the jock and took each and every one of us to his office, the most unfair event of my life, the dean believed every word his precious jock uttered and glared at the six of us as if we were the devil incarnate trying to blemish the school’s perfect soccer record, or Football as they insisted on calling it here in Merry Ole England, we never even got to put in even so much as a few words before the dean cut us off and sent us packing with the threat of expulsion should we continue any further.

It was so unfair, Diary, we were banished as that point to an empty lounge that hadn’t seen cleaning in what appeared to be decades, the dean left us there with cleaning products, scrub brushes, a bucket of soapy water and a mop, we were to clean the place top to bottom and not leave until the job was done and the place sparkled.

Who ever thought six people could box so tightly over cleaning a stupid teacher’s lounge, but we did, we all hung out together every day after that, and now, the six of us could never imagine living without one another, however I should get back the predicament at hand.

The families of my friends had dumped them all of my families manor for three weeks, that’s all the time I have to choose which of them I will agree to spend the rest of my life with as husband and wife, it’s all so insane.

Bless their hearts, my pals are all so supportive and have even begun to come with real legitimate reasons why I should choose one or the other, all these reasons so sweet and so caring, so full of warmth, they have said that if they had to go through an arranged marriage, they are grateful it’s me, someone they all care for deeply and heavens knows how I care about them too, I just wish this whole thing wasn’t so insane.

I have to go now, Diary, I can hear Jean-Luc calling me downstairs to tell me dinner is ready, his French accent always makes me smile, it’s also pretty sexy, points to the Frenchman, lol. Kidding. Though accents are indeed hot, hee hee.

~Aaria Mortocolus

((The available roles are the five males mentioned, this includes their parents. Jean-Luc De La Rouche is French, Rourke MacDonugh is Scottish, Aiden Welsh is Australian and then Hadleigh and Samuel Bristol are British twins (Yes, they can each be given to separate roleplayers). Their looks are up to whomever chooses them, along with personality, have fun with them))