' "And the winner is," Christina Hendricks read from thepodium. She opened the envelope and smiled. "Rose Mason, 'CivilDisobedience.'"Rose stood, a bi... in shock, and hugged Bebe to her left, then moved to theaisle, hugging Ed along the way. Don met her in the aisle to hug her aswell, and by the time she reached the stage, she was having a very hardtime focusing on what she needed to do and say. Luckily, there was an usherwaiting at the stairs to guide her towards the podium.Christina Hendricks. Btw, I'm gonna act like a tyrant, if I do have control over posts in this "story", so if something doesn't fit my narrow point of view of the world, and I actually feel like it, I'm probably gonna try to delete it. Will I? I don't know.Anyways, this will just be the hub page, the seed where all of your daydreams, nightmares, fleeting fantasies, can sprout from as long as you write them. Hell, if you want, you can just straight up make a diary, though keep in mind people will be able to read it. ”If looks could kill, JadedDragon would have been six feet deep beneath the ground. He didn’t let that perturb him though, merely looking on with an encouraging expression, urging everyone to sign the contract.I gave the contract a once over. As far as contracts go, it was fairly simple and precise, with no complicated terms or loopholes that I could see. Just two lines stating that we couldn’t attack the other members of this group for the next six months, as he had previously. I didn’t know why I got goose bumps over my back as she opened the heavy door to the High halls and a draft of musky stale smelling air went past us. The High Hall was dark except for a few yellow and weak Lumi-plates; most of the furniture was pushed to the sides and covered with cloth. Her Heels sounded like echoing hammer blows, my Fanger leather boots made little noise. In all this weirdness I admired her heeled boots and had the urge to walk in heels once more.Over a flight of stairs we.