Let's Pretend Stare Isn't Horrible At Coding

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tagged for NAME, MY CHAR is MUSE and WEARING

credit to Rick @RPGD

roooar starting with stolen code for practice

[stare]

Elsa, princess of Arendelle, possesses the ability to create ice and snow. One night while playing, she accidentally injures her younger sister Anna. The king and queen seek help from trolls, whose leader, Grand Pabbie, heals Anna and erases her memories of her sister's powers. Deciding to keep their daughter's dangerous gift hidden until she learns to control it, the royal family lock themselves away inside their castle. Elsa, scared she'll hurt someone again, spends most of her time alone in her room, creating a rift between the two sisters as they grow up. As teenagers, their parents die travelling across the sea during a storm.

Three years later, the people of Arendelle prepare for Elsa's summer coronation. Among the visiting dignitaries is the Duke of Weselton, a tradesman who wants to exploit Arendelle for profit. Excited that the castle's gates are open to the public for a day, Anna explores the town and meets Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, with the pair quickly developing a mutual attraction. Elsa's coronation goes off without incident, and the two sisters begin to bond. During the reception Hans proposes to Anna, who hastily accepts. Elsa, however, refuses to grant her blessing, setting off an argument between the sisters, which culminates in her abilities being exposed to everyone.

made all by myself! eeeee! now let's see if i can make some adjustments...

[stare]

[presto]

Elsa, princess of Arendelle, possesses the ability to create ice and snow. One night while playing, she accidentally injures her younger sister Anna. The king and queen seek help from trolls, whose leader, Grand Pabbie, heals Anna and erases her memories of her sister's powers. Deciding to keep their daughter's dangerous gift hidden until she learns to control it, the royal family lock themselves away inside their castle. Elsa, scared she'll hurt someone again, spends most of her time alone in her room, creating a rift between the two sisters as they grow up. As teenagers, their parents die travelling across the sea during a storm.

Three years later, the people of Arendelle prepare for Elsa's summer coronation. Among the visiting dignitaries is the Duke of Weselton, a tradesman who wants to exploit Arendelle for profit. Excited that the castle's gates are open to the public for a day, Anna explores the town and meets Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, with the pair quickly developing a mutual attraction. Elsa's coronation goes off without incident, and the two sisters begin to bond. During the reception Hans proposes to Anna, who hastily accepts. Elsa, however, refuses to grant her blessing, setting off an argument between the sisters, which culminates in her abilities being exposed to everyone.

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made all by myself! eeeee! now let's see if i can make some adjustments...

[stare]

[presto]

His gaze was intense, eyes set on her face. She gave away nothing. There was only cruel humor in her gunmetal eyes. He sighed, tossing his cards away from himself in disgust.

"I fold."

She flashed her wicked white-toothed smile (one almost expected to see fangs behind her lips) and pulled the pile toward herself, carefully counting the chips into their proper piles like she had done dozens of times before.

"She's got to be cheating," one of the other men at the table muttered, staring at his own pile, which was considerably smaller.

She grinned. "Some people are just that talented, love."

"It ain't a talent you should have." Another man leaned forward slightly as cards were dealt out again. He smelled of cigarette smoke, an aroma she had grown to love over the years.

"A girl's gotta eat." Her tone was innocent but her eyes were sharp as she pulled up her hand, daring him to point out the obvious - she was a sixteen year old girl who certainly didn't belong at a poker table. He chose another approach, instead.

"There are much better ways for you to earn money with that pretty little face of yours."

Ares would have ripped his arms off. Bloody protective, he was.

She wasn't her brother, though. She calmly let the game unfold for a short while before meeting his gaze.

"You don't like your pretty girls smart?" She shook her head and tossed in her bet. "How old-fashioned of you."

He stared at the large amount chips she'd thrown into the pile before grinning. "You're bluffing. I call." He paused and then glanced at her. "Pretty and smart are a dangerous combination in a lady."

She grinned. "Aye. That they are." Then she turned over her cards for him to see. "Steel wheel. Fork it over, love."

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[stare]

[presto]

His gaze was intense, eyes set on her face. She gave away nothing. There was only cruel humor in her gunmetal eyes. He sighed, tossing his cards away from himself in disgust.

"I fold."

She flashed her wicked white-toothed smile (one almost expected to see fangs behind her lips) and pulled the pile toward herself, carefully counting the chips into their proper piles like she had done dozens of times before.

"She's got to be cheating," one of the other men at the table muttered, staring at his own pile, which was considerably smaller.

She grinned. "Some people are just that talented, love."

"It ain't a talent you should have." Another man leaned forward slightly as cards were dealt out again. He smelled of cigarette smoke, an aroma she had grown to love over the years.

"A girl's gotta eat." Her tone was innocent but her eyes were sharp as she pulled up her hand, daring him to point out the obvious - she was a sixteen year old girl who certainly didn't belong at a poker table. He chose another approach, instead.

"There are much better ways for you to earn money with that pretty little face of yours."

Ares would have ripped his arms off. Bloody protective, he was.

She wasn't her brother, though. She calmly let the game unfold for a short while before meeting his gaze.

"You don't like your pretty girls smart?" She shook her head and tossed in her bet. "How old-fashioned of you."

He stared at the large amount chips she'd thrown into the pile before grinning. "You're bluffing. I call." He paused and then glanced at her. "Pretty and smart are a dangerous combination in a lady."

She grinned. "Aye. That they are." Then she turned over her cards for him to see. "Steel wheel. Fork it over, love."

words: 295
odair

[/presto]

[stare]

His gaze was intense, eyes set on her face. She gave away nothing. There was only cruel humor in her gunmetal eyes. He sighed, tossing his cards away from himself in disgust.

"I fold."

She flashed her wicked white-toothed smile (one almost expected to see fangs behind her lips) and pulled the pile toward herself, carefully counting the chips into their proper piles like she had done dozens of times before.

"She's got to be cheating," one of the other men at the table muttered, staring at his own pile, which was considerably smaller.

She grinned. "Some people are just that talented, love."

"It ain't a talent you should have." Another man leaned forward slightly as cards were dealt out again. He smelled of cigarette smoke, an aroma she had grown to love over the years.

"A girl's gotta eat." Her tone was innocent but her eyes were sharp as she pulled up her hand, daring him to point out the obvious - she was a sixteen year old girl who certainly didn't belong at a poker table. He chose another approach, instead.

"There are much better ways for you to earn money with that pretty little face of yours."

Ares would have ripped his arms off. Bloody protective, he was.

She wasn't her brother, though. She calmly let the game unfold for a short while before meeting his gaze.

"You don't like your pretty girls smart?" She shook her head and tossed in her bet. "How old-fashioned of you."

He stared at the large amount chips she'd thrown into the pile before grinning. "You're bluffing. I call." He paused and then glanced at her. "Pretty and smart are a dangerous combination in a lady."

She grinned. "Aye. That they are." Then she turned over her cards for him to see. "Steel wheel. Fork it over, love."

words: 295
odair

[stare]

[presto]

His gaze was intense, eyes set on her face. She gave away nothing. There was only cruel humor in her gunmetal eyes. He sighed, tossing his cards away from himself in disgust.

"I fold."

She flashed her wicked white-toothed smile (one almost expected to see fangs behind her lips) and pulled the pile toward herself, carefully counting the chips into their proper piles like she had done dozens of times before.

"She's got to be cheating," one of the other men at the table muttered, staring at his own pile, which was considerably smaller.

She grinned. "Some people are just that talented, love."

"It ain't a talent you should have." Another man leaned forward slightly as cards were dealt out again. He smelled of cigarette smoke, an aroma she had grown to love over the years.

"A girl's gotta eat." Her tone was innocent but her eyes were sharp as she pulled up her hand, daring him to point out the obvious - she was a sixteen year old girl who certainly didn't belong at a poker table. He chose another approach, instead.

"There are much better ways for you to earn money with that pretty little face of yours."

Ares would have ripped his arms off. Bloody protective, he was.

She wasn't her brother, though. She calmly let the game unfold for a short while before meeting his gaze.

"You don't like your pretty girls smart?" She shook her head and tossed in her bet. "How old-fashioned of you."

He stared at the large amount chips she'd thrown into the pile before grinning. "You're bluffing. I call." He paused and then glanced at her. "Pretty and smart are a dangerous combination in a lady."

She grinned. "Aye. That they are." Then she turned over her cards for him to see. "Steel wheel. Fork it over, love."

words: 295
odair

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