<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/c3/8d/1bc38dceeb9dc1cf1b576a187d480ed3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Snow White Waldeck</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710608#msg15710608)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A vibrant rose in the cold of December</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>This dress</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5a/97/82/5a9782b55ca1e03bcac417a88460abe8.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>Sheer white thigh high stockings, tops do disappear beneath the dress</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/b1/b1/3f/b1b13feccb2ac75556b8c3ea1819416f.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>These high heeled boots, ideal for the cold months</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/db/af/71/dbaf7145bd44dea96a1d01fd6938b232.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>Her obsidian black hair styled like this with a red ribbon</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/54/a8/f9/54a8f92829169c315044eab738b42cc5.jpg) <br/><br/><br/><strong>Her make-up done like this. Red as blood and white as snow.</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7f/97/f6/7f97f67a17c7e57b60200ad302bb8cb5.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/3a/ea/fa/3aeafa55c376cdd42dc8b090eb68852d.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1st | Approximately 9 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her upstairs apartment >> 'Beautiful You' beauty parlor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A soft sweet tune was being hummed on the rosy pink lips of the fair Snow White as she sat at her vanity desk, running a hairbrush through her long silken tresses of shimmering inky black, her pale blue eyes sparkled happily as she prepared herself for the day of work ahead of her.<br/><br/>She was just about to reach for the red ribbon to tie her hair into a ponytail with, when her cellphone sitting on the desk began to buzz, she put the ribbon down and picked up her phone, speaking in a sweet and pleasant tone “Hello?”<br/><br/><em><strong>"My dear Miss Waldeck, it's that time of year my dear! I simply must insist you help organise the winter festival!”</strong></em><br/><br/>“Oh Mr. Mayor… is that time already? My goodness, time certainly does fly, doesn’t it? Of course I will do everything I can to be of assistance. Fax me a list of everything needed and I will see it done”<br/><br/><em><strong>“You will?! Excellent!"</strong></em><br/><br/>“It was lovely speak with you, Mr. Mayor. I will await the fax of festival obligations and duties”<br/><br/>Hanging up the phone, Snow resumed her previous actions of securing her hair into a lovely ponytail with a red ribbon that perfectly matched her dress and shoes. It was good thing she was accustomed to doing community work in the life she’d lived before coming to England, or else she would have been completely beside herself with overwhelmed confusion.<br/><br/>No doubt, she would likely have other members of the community reaching to her soon for guidance to help sort out their own confusion about what exactly the mayor wanted from them… not that she minded, not at all, the community here was lovely and she enjoyed every opportunity she got to spend time with any of them.<br/><br/>“I just wish…” Snow murmured with a dreamy sigh “I just wish that one thing missing in my life could finally come to be… maybe, just maybe… this Christmas, I might be blessed to find my one true love…”<br/><br/>Rising from her seat at the desk, Snow scooped up her set of key from the desk and made her through the luxury flat she lived in above her lovely beauty salon, she made her way downstairs and unlocked the door that separated from the rear of the salon from the stairway that led up into her flat.<br/><br/>Reaching for the lightswitch by the wall, Snow smiled happily as all the lights immediately illuminated the beautiful elegant space… she had worked so hard to build herself a brand new life here in the UK, she loved her life, she loved her job, she loved the people… for the first time in a long time, she felt she was truly home.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/7b/4f/197b4f41208d2fcb2d130bb8cd78cd7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Robin Locksley</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710609#msg15710609)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Just waking up</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/e7eb4a46-c573-43a1-a8c8-c2fd28fc9820.7fdd7c80260fc17edc13e46fb30e1d38.jpeg)</div></div><br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1st | Approximately 9:30 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Penthouse apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Closed.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Robin was sitting clad in only a pair of black satin boxers on the edge of his bed, sipping from a glass tumbler of water when his phone began buzzing, the blonde groaned slightly as he put down his glass and retrieved his phone from it’s charger.<br/><br/>“You’ve reached Robin Locksley” He said simply, waiting for the voice on the other end to speak their intentions.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Mr Locksley! With your face and fashion on show alongside that darling Mr Deville who could refuse?! Be a dear and whisk up a storm with him."</strong></em><br/><br/>“Ah, the Mayor… I assume you are speaking of the Christmas Festival, yes? Very well, Mr. Mayor… I will give Cash a call, if you have not already and set up some kind collaboration… I will speak with Snow White Waldeck as well, no one does hair and make-up better than she does… Good day, Mr. Mayor”<br/><br/>Hanging up the phone, Robin wore an expression of distaste upon his handsome face, he didn’t much enjoy the company of Cash Deville all that much… there was a reason many that really got to know the man called him ‘Cruel’ Crash… but he would also admit that the man also really knew style and fashion better than anyone else, his designs certainly would add that sparkle and elegance everyone craved… the Mayor also specifically requested Cash, so there really wasn’t any seeking out another designer.<br/><br/>“Very well, a Locksley never backs down from any challenge” Robin reminded himself, rising from his seat on the bed, making his way across the room to his massive walk-in closet… he might as well pop by House Deville and speak to Cash personally, he was fairly certain the cold blooded scoundrel was going to be in today.<br/>