Oh! Oh! Well, you see, I haven't any money on me, exactly... My maid, she... [Elizabeth is fidgeting, so unlike a lady, and the embarrassment of that makes her fidget even more. Her face has colored because of this, and she pinkens further when she rises on her tiptoes to lean and look past the clerk, into the glamour of the circus. Her hands are clasped at her chest.] Well I can't find her anywhere, I'm afraid, and so I suppose I really can't buy tickets. Oh! Isn't that so sad... Isn't it... [She's still getting every eyeful that she can of the festivities beyond. She isn't asking for charity, of course! But her yearning has the intensity of any young girl's, and she really wants to go inside.
To bargain doesn't occur to her; she's wearing various fineries, of course, could pay for more than one good dinner with just her earrings, but this is only a carnival, which is paltry, and it wouldn't do to give away something silken or jeweled just for an entry fee. It also doesn't occur to her that the loss of her maid is much more concerning than prospective playtime at a carnival. In most other situations she'd be shaken, but there's something downright entrancing about what she sees, and what she wants to see.
So, she fidgets.]
b. mirror maze
[Well, one way or another, Elizabeth's made it inside. The Mirror Maze is absolutely beautiful, shining and colored like a dream... and perhaps this is vain, and perhaps she should be ashamed, but like a bird with particularly good plumage, Lizzie cannot help but admire her dress and its silks and its lace as she flounces by each mirror. But horror hits her when she finds a wider mirror and stops in her tracks. She gives a gasp, ladylike in its delicacy but not in the shrill whistle of her throat, and her hand flies to her mouth.]
Oh, what a rotten trick, [she cries, and turns in a flurry of skirts to run away from it. The wide mirror had made her not only ridiculously tall, but quite stout as well. Her face is red like a poppy even as she flees it.
She doesn't notice the interloper among her retreating reflections: one little Elizabeth, curls bouncing with all the rest, has something special glinting in her hand. The gleam is violent, and she hides it in the wide folds of her skirt.]
c. gamer's circle
I do think it's a little uncouth, [she's saying, blushing and demure. She has a dart in her hand, and the dartboard looks awfully far away, pockmarked with failures and only a few wins.] Isn't this... wouldn't you say it's like gambling? Oh, I really can't do it!
[But don't you want this darling rabbit, someone asks her, and the stuffed rabbit really is darling, large and soft. This carnival is doing awfully queer things to her; it's strange she came in in the first place, and it's strange she's acting so improprietous. But the atmosphere here is dazzling, and she feels like she's had a glass of wine at Christmas.]
All right, [she says;] all right! It isn't gambling if I won't lose, right?
[And she throws the first dart. It's almost a direct bulls-eye.]
d. wildcard
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Elizabeth Midford | Kuroshitsuji | Newbie
Oh! Oh! Well, you see, I haven't any money on me, exactly... My maid, she... [Elizabeth is fidgeting, so unlike a lady, and the embarrassment of that makes her fidget even more. Her face has colored because of this, and she pinkens further when she rises on her tiptoes to lean and look past the clerk, into the glamour of the circus. Her hands are clasped at her chest.] Well I can't find her anywhere, I'm afraid, and so I suppose I really can't buy tickets. Oh! Isn't that so sad... Isn't it... [She's still getting every eyeful that she can of the festivities beyond. She isn't asking for charity, of course! But her yearning has the intensity of any young girl's, and she really wants to go inside.
To bargain doesn't occur to her; she's wearing various fineries, of course, could pay for more than one good dinner with just her earrings, but this is only a carnival, which is paltry, and it wouldn't do to give away something silken or jeweled just for an entry fee. It also doesn't occur to her that the loss of her maid is much more concerning than prospective playtime at a carnival. In most other situations she'd be shaken, but there's something downright entrancing about what she sees, and what she wants to see.
So, she fidgets.]
b. mirror maze
[Well, one way or another, Elizabeth's made it inside. The Mirror Maze is absolutely beautiful, shining and colored like a dream... and perhaps this is vain, and perhaps she should be ashamed, but like a bird with particularly good plumage, Lizzie cannot help but admire her dress and its silks and its lace as she flounces by each mirror. But horror hits her when she finds a wider mirror and stops in her tracks. She gives a gasp, ladylike in its delicacy but not in the shrill whistle of her throat, and her hand flies to her mouth.]
Oh, what a rotten trick, [she cries, and turns in a flurry of skirts to run away from it. The wide mirror had made her not only ridiculously tall, but quite stout as well. Her face is red like a poppy even as she flees it.
She doesn't notice the interloper among her retreating reflections: one little Elizabeth, curls bouncing with all the rest, has something special glinting in her hand. The gleam is violent, and she hides it in the wide folds of her skirt.]
c. gamer's circle
I do think it's a little uncouth, [she's saying, blushing and demure. She has a dart in her hand, and the dartboard looks awfully far away, pockmarked with failures and only a few wins.] Isn't this... wouldn't you say it's like gambling? Oh, I really can't do it!
[But don't you want this darling rabbit, someone asks her, and the stuffed rabbit really is darling, large and soft. This carnival is doing awfully queer things to her; it's strange she came in in the first place, and it's strange she's acting so improprietous. But the atmosphere here is dazzling, and she feels like she's had a glass of wine at Christmas.]
All right, [she says;] all right! It isn't gambling if I won't lose, right?
[And she throws the first dart. It's almost a direct bulls-eye.]
d. wildcard
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