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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 7, 2019 3:00:55 GMT -5
Spoon Unyoya son of hei-hei, zazu, and scuttle
Okay hi this isn't a serious post at all but me and Smort saw that we were on a bad number and so I had to fix that and Smort picked Spoon to do the honors so yes.
Spoon stared out to the void. He was but a bird, that's all he was. A bird in a bird world, staring into the endless void of the entire world. What could a bird even do in this sort of world? He had no idea, but he did know one thing, and that one thing was that he was going to scream. And so he did.
"aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Spoon screamed into the void, finally making the number of posts on this thread sin free.
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Post by . on Feb 8, 2019 16:57:57 GMT -5
Klever Dingus Dragonbreath Fredericksen Son of Kevin and Dug
It wasn’t unusual to find the oldest Fredericksen boy in the Auradon library despite his lifetime ban.
Now, how does one earn a lifetime ban from the school library? Failing to return books? Not paying overdue fees? Printing out dirty pictures? Screaming the words to your favorite pop song? Taking your pants off? Practice your tuba? Do your laundry? Sneaking up on people and clapping into their ears to make them jump? Be a bookworm and do the worm down the aisles of books? Eating loud foods as quietly as you could? His favorite was celery. Jogging laps until you’re told to sit down? Asking another library user for clothes to borrow even when you’re wearing clothes? Paper airplane competitions? A fort made out of books?
He hadn’t actually done the book fort before, but now he knew he had to. He’s try to get Kurious involved, but would manage on his own if his brother didn’t want to get involved in such sinful activities. There was a reason why Kurious was the alpha Fredricksen boy.
Now, those are all good guesses, but not the reason behind Klever’s ban.
No. Well... he’d done most of those things, but he didn’t think any of those were the reason he was banned. His lifestyle was a little less than pure, but he didn’t think most of his classmates knew about that. He really didn’t think that the teachers at Auradon knew. He definitely hoped that the Bete family didn’t know. No, he was a serial book eater.
A book eater, yes. See, he occasionally got the craving for something unusual and books were his favorite way to fix that. Unfortunately, the librarians seem to disagree and now Klever had to sneak in whenever he needed a snack. He simply couldn’t keep buying books. That got expensive. If Klever couldn’t even afford a mask, how would he be able to afford an entire pantry full of books? He wouldn’t. No, whatever money he had was spent on food for Kurious whenever his brother needed it.
Ahhh, his brother. See, Klever adored Kurious. His brother was so much more innocent and pure than Klever was and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want Kurious to go hungry or be cold. He didn’t want him to suffer a broken heart and Klever would fight anyone that dared to break his little brother’s heart and he would do anything to protect Kurious. For being a normally chill and doglike guy, Klever wouldn’t hesitate to fight on behalf of his brother. He was a pretty average fighter, but he knew he could take on at least some of the Auradon student body. Hopefully anyone that dared to hurt Kurious would fall into that group.
They knew what he looked like at this point. He could see the picture of him hung up at the librarian’s desk even just walking by the library.
But that was normal Klever.
Klever had a foolproof plan this time around. He’d dug a carrot Halloween costume out of his closet and put it on. They wouldn’t think to look at the face of the person wearing a carrot costume, would they? He hoped not. After all, how many people could see through a carrot costume at the body underneath? Maybe some of the psychology kids. He’d heard that psychology kids could read through pants and he wanted to learn how to do that too! Did it apply to carrot costumes? He hoped not. What if the librarians had studied psychology in order to know how to beat torture the poor and innocent students that tried to study here? Or kicked them out like they had to Klever?
Maybe he should’ve worn his Tunky Wunky costume. That would definitely throw off anyone that tried to read through his clothes.
Just in case, he’d painted his face entirely orange. Yeah, that would stop. Plus, paint wasn’t clothes. Paint would stop any of those sneaky psychology kids that could read him through what normally covered his body. The paint would make his face completely unrecognizable.
Feeling prepared, Klever emerged from his room and headed towards the library. He wasn’t getting many stares - plenty of the kids had seen worse than a guy dressed as a carrot - but that was a good thing. He didn’t want to be noticed.
See, his dad was a dog and his mom was an extremely colorful bird. While Dug wasn’t too extravagant, Kevin managed to draw stares wherever she was. Klever has grown up receiving the same stares, despite not being quite as colorful as his mother.
His heart pounded as he reached for the door of the library, pulling it open. He carefully kept his head tipped away from the desk and wasn’t even stopped. It was only when he got away from the view of the desk that his shoulders relaxed and he began to search the menu for his next meal.
Hey, eating books was better than eating his classmates, wasn’t it?
He’d spent some time roaming the aisles until he reached the teenage romance section. Normally, Klever wouldn’t even be caught eating one of these books, but he wanted something new. The fantasy novels he’d chowed down last night had been a little too sweet for him. He needed a change.
See, each book had its own taste. Generally, each genre had one as well. Fantasy was sweet. Action was spicy. Textbooks were salty - likely seasoned with the hopeless years of students. Romance was fruity. Horror was actually pretty gross. It tasted like mushrooms drizzled in syrup. While not every book fell into the taste of its genre, most did.
He walked down the shelves, looking for anything that caught his eye. A book titled ‘Sanders’ eventually caught his attention and he pulled it off the shelf, grinning at the purple and green swirled cover. A quick glance at the back of the book told him it was the story of some vampires in the modern day that found themselves hopelessly in love with each other. Interesting, certainly. Unsure of it, Klever raised an eyebrow but sat down on the floor. Leaning against the shelf was difficult with his carrot costume, but he managed it and stuck his legs out in front of him as he opened it and began to read the book.
It was a warm summer night and Nilsya of the Walker clan was sneaking out to meet her lover, Boreas of the Sanders clan. As always, he was waiting under the tree. Their tree. It was a special tree, and Nilsya knew that he would never not be waiting there for her. No, he was standing under the tree.
Boreas was a perfect specimen. He was shirtless, the moonlight reflecting off of his flawless abs. Silver hair cascaded over his masculine shoulders and his brown eyes were deep with love for the athletic, model-like woman he’d fallen in love with.
As she approached, Boreas was staring into the distance, but he hissed in greeting. “Nilsya, my beautiful, beautiful woman,” he hissed possessively.
Nilsya approached him, standing under the tree that grew mere feet from where Boreas’ childhood dog was buried. “Boreas, my handsome and strong man. I love you,” she said breathlessly.
He slurped in her scent and the warmth of her skin as she came in for a hug. “Our feuding families will continue to tear us apart. But I cannot lose my perfect and flawless model.”
Nilsya turned away, a tear running down her cheek at the mere thought of losing Boreas and the 2001 children they planned on having together. “Boreas...” she whimpered in the moonlight. She quickly pulled away from him and sat down on the ground as she stared up at the stars. “But I am set to inherit the entire clan when my father dies...”
“And that’s why you are so brave to run away with me,” Boreas growled into her ear as he sat beside her. “You are so brave in everything you do and I admire you so much, my strong and beautiful love.”
“But my father... Boreas, he’s been training me for this since I was a child. I have a leader’s blood within my veins,” she woofed, whimpering slightly as a cold breeze froze her arms.
“I gave up everything to be with you, Nilsya. You’re going to come with me,” he hissed, his eyes dark when Nilsya turned to look at him. He was so hot and cared about her a lot. “You complete my life, my beautiful mate. You are all that I could ask for.”
His eyes were filled with passion as he leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss was wild and full of passion and she placed her hands on his bare skin and pulled his ab clad body closer to her. It was a long time before the two separated, breathless and pink faced. Nilsya knew her hair was a mess and Boreas didn’t look much better. He was even wincing slightly as he rubbed his shoulder.
“Did I hurt you, my handsome vampire?” she asked softly. She knew she was so much stronger than she appeared. She was a model, yes, but she was also strong and athletic and wouldn’t take trash from anyone, just like her sister Mary Sue.
Boreas grimaced as he touched his shoulder, but he smiled. “The intensity of your grip is equal to my feelings for you. Now, let’s get out of here,” he suggested, climbing to his feet and holding out a hand to his love.
“Get out of here? Tonight?” Niksya asked, a hint of fear creeping into her voice. She knew what that meant. Boreas wanted to run away with her, and she didn’t get a way in it. Boreas chose when they ran away, and Nilsya wasn’t sure she had an excuse to lengthen her time in Sanderson, the town that both vampire clans occupied.
Boreas cackled. “Ha, ha,” he manly giggled.
Nilsya was confused by his sudden change in behavior. He wasn’t normally much of a giggler, manly or not. She could only hope that this wouldn’t have negative consequences for her.
“Of course we’re leaving tonight,” Boreas said gruffly, no humor left in his eyes. He sighed and looked away. “My father... banished me today. He found out about our love and put my younger brother on the throne. He said that anyone that saw me during my exile was allowed to kill me. I have nothing to stay here for anymore.”
“What about me?” Nilsya asked, her voice hurt. “Boreas, after all of our love, I can’t believe I’m not worth staying here for you. Your father would never kill you because of me,” she argued, crossing her arms stubbornly across her chest.
“I love you, Nilsya. And that’s why I want to run away with you,” Boreas argued, practically begging the love of his life to forgive him for the horrible things he’d said. After all, she was right. She was worth risking his life if his father found out he was still living in Sanderson.
But he couldn’t. He wanted to live and enjoy his life with her instead of hiding out in fear of his father. He sighed. “But we’re still leaving,” he finally decided, watching as Nilsya nodded with teary eyes. She knew she had to go with the vampire she loved.
“Alright. Let’s go home and get your stuff,” Boreas suggested. He pulled Nilsya to her feed and close to his body before picking her up and carrying her away from Barky’s tree and towards the house that Nilsya shared with her father and brother. The house that she would once own and lead her clan from.
Nilsya pressed her up against her vampire mate’s chest as he carried her towards the house, occasionally lowering his head to kiss her. “Boreas,” she murmured, wishing to spend the night with him like they had many times before.
“Shhh, my little love. We’ll be home soon to get your stuff and then we can spend every night together when we run away,” he promised, his voice the only sound in the otherwise still night. He held his girl closer to his chest and she rested her head on the bare skin as he carried her at a run towards her house.
The Walker Mansion was almost as large and grand as the Sanders House. It stretched four stories into the air, housing any vampire (or even human) that needed somewhere to crash. At times, it even housed other supernatural creatures. At the moment, they had a scared shapeshifting teenage boy, a fat old werewolf that was too sick to go anywhere else, and a ghost.
But the ghost was more of a permanent occupant, having been killed when the Walkers took over and unable to leave. He tried to cause damage but never really could. He usually just knocked things off counters and glared from a distance like some irritated cat.
“Is anyone home?” Boreas asked breathlessly, his lips mere centimeters from Nilsya’s ear as he crouched outside of a window, the woman still held tightly in his arms.
Nilsya nodded. “All of them. Boreas, maybe it would be smarter if you stayed out here. I can fight them off, but I don’t want you getting hurt,” she said, kissing his cheek as she climbed out of his arms.
Boreas reached for her, his protectiveness refusing to settle even now, Nilsya reached out and slapped his hand away, ignoring the hurt look that crossed his strong and manly features. After all, everything about him was strong and manly.
Nilsya looked over at her soulmate again before pulling out a knife and gently getting the window open. She lifted herself into the kitchen, helping in surprise as she lost her footing and tumbled into the room. She hit the counter and dramatically rolled to the floor, glaring back at the counter as she waited silently to see if anyone was coming. The gentle snoring coming from couch telling her that nobody had heard her less than graceful arrival.
Except for Boreas, who was manly giggling outside again.
She just ignored his stupid laughs and moved silently from the kitchen. She made it past the werewolf on the couch and reached the stairs before glaring up at them. She had to take this carefully. She stepped softly, taking care to avoid the squeaky steps, and finally reached the bedroom that she wished she could share with Boreas.
As she carefully and quietly packed her bags, nobody had come to bother her. She looked at the picture on her dresser - her father, her brother, and Mary Sue - the worst sister a girl could ask for. Mary Sue was perfect - too perfect - and someone as horribly imperfect as Nilsya could only feel overshadowed by her younger sister. Everyone liked Mary Sue too, something that Nilsya found rather disgusting.
She turned back around and made her way safely down the stairs again, sneaking by the snoring occupant on the couch, and reaching the kitchen. Once she was there, she threw her bags out to Boreas and climbed on the kitchen counter. She looked back at the house she’d grown up in, and then forward to her future before sliding out the window feet first.
Boreas’ strong hands settled on her hips and her own small palms rested on his strong shoulders as he helped her down from the window. “Let’s get out of here, love,” Boreas murmured, leaning over to give her a kiss that she happily returned before pulling away.
“We should go,” she murmured. Kissing Boreas was nice, but she didn’t want to be too distracted by his manly lips and get caught.
Spoke too soon.
As they rounded the side of the house, Nilsya practically ran into a slightly shorter girl with pink cheeks and ruffled hair. “Nilsya?” the girl asked.
“Mary Sue,” Nilsya greeted coldly. “What are you doing here?”
Nilsya was answered by Mary Sue’s shapeshifter boyfriend coming around the corner with equally as ruffled hair and a satisfied smile. His brown eyes widened when he saw Nilsya and Boreas.
The shapeshifter - a young boy named Perfectus - glared at Boreas. “He’s a Sanders,” he hissed, standing defensively in front of Mary Sue. “Nilsya too,” he growled, reaching for the young woman’s arm and pulling her behind him. “No Sanders is good enough for a Walker,” he growled.
“Let go of me, Fect,” Nilsya growled, watching as her true love’s eyes turned red in anger and his fangs grew out from his teeth.
“Don’t. Touch. Her,” he hissed at Perfectus. But it was too late. Fect had pulled a stake out of his robes, lunging towards Boreas. The vampire met the shapeshifter and the two began to fight.
“Perfectus!” Mary Sue screamed, trying to launch herself into the fight. Nilsya grabbed her little sister’s arm to keep her out of it, using this as a long awaited opportunity to punch her sister.
Mary Sue looked shocked for a moment, blood dripping from her nose. When she recovered from the surprise, she leapt at Nilsya and tackled her to the ground. Hearing grunts and screams from the other fight, Nilsya just focused on her sister. She needed to win this fight.
She felt Mary Sue place a knee on her chest to keep her down as she clawed at Nilsya’s neck, but Nilsya was able to flip them over rather easily. She curled her fingers into her sister’s bright blonde hair and pulled, listening to the screaming from all three people (besides her) mix in the silent night.
Mary Sue fought back, but was unable to stop Nilsya as her sister punched her again. “Nilsya,” a stern voice said, strong hands wrapping around her hips and pulling her off of the younger girl.
Nilsya turned and swung at her attacked, managing to punch Boreas in the jaw as he pried her off of her sister’s bruised - but alive - body. He was breathless and bleeding, the worst gash on his arm. “We need to go,” he said, his eyes filled with alarm.
Nilsya followed his gaze to Perfectus... or the body that was once Perfectus. Oops. Mary Sue noticed and screamed in agony, wobbling to her boyfriend’s side and holding his still warm hand to her cheek. “P-P-Perfectus,” she sobbed, glaring over at Boreas, who looked now emotionlessly at the body of the teenager. “You’ll pay for this,” Mary Sue growled in the most cold voice she could manage. It wasn’t the good cold though... it was cold mashed potatoes cold.
Nilsya just stared at her sister and the way she cradled her dead boyfriend’s head. It was only the tears in her sister’s eyes that made her feel the smallest twinge of sympathy for her. She turned back to Boreas. “Let’s go,” she agreed, taking his hand and smiling softly as they continued their walk.
Eventually, Mary Sue’s cries faded in the night and Nilsya began to relax. The fight had taken place right outside of the house, but luckily it hadn’t drawn anyone’s attention. Now they just had to get far enough away that anyone living under her father’s reign would decide it wasn’t worth the effort to track down Nilsya and her ab filled boyfriend.
“So where are we going to settle for the night?” Nilsya asked, beginning to grow cold in the early morning light.
“Night?” Boreas asked, looking over the sun that was starting to rise over the horizon. “We took a little too long for it to still be night,” he commented. “Here,” he offered, stopping to pick her up. He carried her along with her bags, allowing Nilsya to rest her head on his shoulder as he walked.
“Anyway, for the day, we can probably settle in some abandoned building. I know there’s an old farm up here about half a mile or so,” he commented. He rubbed her arm as he carried her. “Are you tired?” he asked.
“I am,” Nilsya admitted. She yawned and let him carry her towards this old farm. “But I’m worried about you too, Boreas,” she said, touching the skin near the large wound in his arm. Dried blood crusted the skin and he winced when her finger got too close.
“I’ll be fine,” he promised.
She stayed quiet after that and it wasn’t long before they reached this farm. Boreas set Nilsya down outside of the barn and left her bags there as she pulled a gun from his holster and gently pulled open the large barn door. He stepped inside and emerged a few minutes later. “It’s clear,” he said, waving her in to join him.
Nilsya grinned and picked up her bags, joining her boyfriend inside of the barn. It was covered in dust and spiderwebs, but she opened her bag and spread out a blanket. “You wanna go find us something to eat and I’ll...” Nilsya looked around, unsure of what she could do to be useful.
Boreas shook his head. “Nah. We don’t want to go hunting with the light. Humans will be out,” he commented. He reached into the backpack that had been hanging from his bare shoulders this entire time without Nilsya noticing it and pulled out a jar of peanut butter and some bread. “We can have sandwiches instead,” he suggested. He opened the bag of bread and pulled out six slices, laying them out in the blanket that Nilsya had spread over the barn floor.
He reached into his backpack for a fork, using the handle to spread peanut butter across the bread. While the usage of a fork confused Nilsya slightly, she didn’t asking him about it. Instead, she gratefully accepted the sad peanut butter sandwich the vampire offered her and took a small bite.
“It’s good,” she said, struggling to swallow the dry sandwich. Boreas noticed her struggle and held up a finger to signify waiting for a second. He reached into his bag for a bottle of water and she accepted it, taking a drink to wash down the sandwich.
Boreas sighed and finished off his second sandwich about the same time Nilsya finished off the one sandwich he’d given her. He laid down on the blanket, looking up at the weathered boards of the barn’s roof.
Nilsya got down beside him and sighed. “Are we really doing this, Boreas? Are we really running away from everything we’ve ever known?” she asked, tearing her eyes away from the peeling wood to look over at Boreas. “I mean...” she inhaled. “What if we don’t make it?”
Boreas smiled and wrapped an arm around her, bringing her closer. “We will... we will...” he promised. He sighed and stared up at he ceiling. “This... isn’t the first time I’ve run away,” he admitted, not looking over at Nilsya. He knew there’d only be a look of shock on her face at the admittance.
He frowned. “When I was five, I had no loyalty to anyone. It was me and my mom and my dad and my little sister on our own. We actually had our own little farm like this,” he said with a chuckle, gesturing at the barn they were sleeping in. “Life was good for those five years.”
He sighed. “On my fifth birthday... there was a break in. We assumed that’s all it was - a break in - so we weren’t too concerned. My dad went to go scare them off and it ended up being some shape shifters that he owed money too. They weren’t exactly happy and he still didn’t have what they needed. So they killed him. Then my sister. My mom took me and ran. We were on our own for a bit and then she eventually got sick. We didn’t have anything, so all I could do was make her as comfortable as possible until she died. I was probably six or seven at that point and in my own. I was attacked again, about an hour away from Sanderson. A werewolf took a chunk out of my leg,” he explained, pointing to a large scar on his calf, and continuing with the story. “I was left for dead until Roy Sanders found me. He took me in and renamed me. Since then, I’ve been Boreas Sanders and considered Roy my dad. And I thought that’s how it would always be... but now her doesn’t want me around.”
“Oh,” Nilsya said, unsure how to respond to his backstory.
“Yeah...” Boreas let out a sad chuckle with his words. “That’s why... Maybe I was a little harsher on the kid than I should have been,” he said, guilt entering his words.
Nilsya smiled and placed a comforting hand on his bare chest. “Perfectus was going to kill you,” she murmured, shuddering at the thought of the steak he’d pulled out when he lunged at Boreas. “You killed him out of self defense,” she assured him.
“I guess,” Boreas said, not sounding completely convinced as he finally looked over at Nilsya. He smiled and changed the topic of the conversation, holding her close to his bare chest. “What about you, Nilsya?” she asked. “I mean, you’ve always had a good life with Mr. Walker, didn’t you?” he asked, his brown eyes wide as he looked over at her.
Nilsya sighed. She looked away from her true love and kept her face turned away. “I wish...” she murmured, finally turning towards him and looking wistful.
“What do you mean by that?” Boreas tilted his head - confused - as he listened to Nilsya talk.
“Except Walker isn’t my dad...” Nilsya said, frowning. “He killed them. My mom and my dad... when I was a kid,” she said, her voice shaking as she finally takes about what had happened when she was a child. “Then he took me in... raised me alongside his two kids - Mary Sue and Gary Stu...” she admitted.
Boreas, now completely into the story, nodded slightly. “That’s why your name is so different - Nilsya.”
“And why I always hated Mary Sue... She was bitter that I took her place as the oldest child. That Walker wanted to hand the entire clan over to me,” Nilsya said.
“Why would he give it to you instead of his own daughter? His own blood?” Boreas asked.
It was a question that Nilsya had asked herself plenty of times. She’d questioned it so many times, despite secretly knowing the answer. Of course, telling Boreas would take a lot off of her shoulders, despite how hard it was to physically get it out as she was speaking to him.
“That’s what you’d think... But Walker didn’t love me like he loved his own kids. Instead, he took me. He trained me. Brainwashed me. Tried his hardest to turn me into... him. He wanted me to be a perfect little leader instead of who I was. I never got to be a kid... just a mini Walker,” she murmured, eyes filling with tears when she realized how much she’d missed out on. Sure, Boreas must have lost a lot when he lost every member of his family, but she’d lost members of her of her own family and then been trained to be a mindless leader instead of being who she wanted to be.
Boreas just watched her with sympathy in his eyes before wrapping his arms around her in a big hug and pulling her against his bare chest. “Don’t worry, Nilsya. I’ll keep you away from Walker. You can be whoever you want to be when you’re with me.”
Nilsya grinned and pulled away before rescuing up to kiss Boreas on the lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, simply deciding to enjoy the night with her soulmate.
***
The next morning Nilsya woke up pressed up against Boreas. She could feel his heartbeat against her ear, but she pulled away from him to look at the sun rising through a crack in the barn’s ceiling. She rolled over again to poke Boreas in the abs until he woke up.
It didn’t take long for the vampire to open his eyes, and Nilsya watched them glitter red for a moment before returning to their usual gold color. That was... odd, but she didn’t question it. She didn’t question anything Boreas did. He was perfect.
“Nilsya, my beautiful,” he murmured, reaching over to kiss her before climbing to his feet. He looked at the sun shining through the crack in the barn, glad that the younger vampires didn’t burn like their great grandparents and grandparents and even some of their parents did. That would make this a whole lot harder.
“So what’s our next step?” Nilsya asked, looking over. She’d been confined to Walker’s mansion for so long... Boreas had to understand the world better than she did.
Boreas stretched, his abs sparkling in the rising sunlight. “We head north. Into the city. We’ll be able to disappear there and find a way to get far away from here,” he explained. He began packing up he few times they’d taken out of their bags the night before.
“But don’t we get to eat breakfast?” Nilsya asked, her eyes hovering on the bag that contained their food.
Boreas shook his head. “We ate last night and we don’t have much food. I want to have enough in case the city doesn’t work out and we’re on our own for a little longer than we expected,” he explained, earning a nod from Nilsya.
Nilsya nodded. It made sense, even if she didn’t like it. She ate a lot. She ate every single day - both food and blood. It was how she managed to stay in such model-like and athletic shape.
“Let’s go,” Boreas said. He leaned over to kiss her, holding it for a long time before finally letting go of her and pushing open the barn door.
Nilsya blinked in the bright sunlight that was now coming in unobstructed. Once her eyes adjusted, she followed Boreas out into the dangerous world ahead of them. “So how are we going to get to the city?” Nilsya asked.
She knew that Sanderson was its own little world. A small city where supernatural creatures could live without fear of humans and cut off from the rest of the world. “Have you ever been to the city?” Nilsya asked. She knew quite a few that had ventured to the human world. Some enjoyed it and some were horrified by what they saw. She looked up at Boreas as they walked.
Boreas nodded. “I have been to the city... It’s definitely a wild place. Not necessarily in a good way,” he said shaking his head. Then he gave her a sly smile. “As for how we’re going to get there...” He clearly had something cooked up and Nilsya was curious. Very curious.
“How are we going to get there?” she repeated, tilting her head curiously at his question repetition of her question.
“Ever heard of a stowaway, Nilsya?” he asked.
Nilsya nodded, her eyes sparkling. Being a stowaway sounded fun! “Are we gonna stowaway in a plane? A pirate ship?” she asked. She knew she sounded... childish, but Boreas definitely knew that she was much more an adult than a child. Plus, this sounded a lot more fun than being Walker’s little dog.
Boreas chuckled, taking her hand as they needed walked. “Better. A train,” he said.
A train.
Nilsya could work with that. There wasn’t much more conversation between the two as they walked. Nilsya stayed a step behind, letting Boreas take the lead to wherever they would end up picking up this train.
It took a lot longer to reach the train station than she expected and both were covered in sweat. She noticed the way Boreas gleamed in the sunlight, but tried to ignore it as she followed him to sit behind a garbage can. “The train will be stopping soon. It’s delivering stuff, not people,” Boreas explained.
He was pushed in close to Nilsya behind the garbage can and she could feel his muscles through his skin. She had finally opened her mouth to reply to him when the noise of an incoming train grew louder and louder, announcing the arrival of their ride. She watched as the colossal machine slowed and slowed, eventually stopping a few feet away from their hiding space.
Nilsya had gotten to her feet to make her way into the train, but Boreas reached out a hand to hold her back. They sat in silence for a few more moments until two voices could be heard.
“Got my next load, Paul?” One voice asked, most likely the train conductor. Nilsya pressed up against Boreas, terrified of Paul or his buddy noticing them behind the garbage.
“Yeah, Yeah. ‘Course i do. Why don’t you just hurry up and help me with it this time?” Paul said. The conductor replies, but voices faded as they headed in to get... whatever the conductor needed to bring into the city.
“Are you sure this train is going into the city?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she followed him out of their hiding spot and into the train. A door had been left open by the conductor, so it wasn’t hard for the couple to slip and and nestle themselves among the deliveries.
Nilsya found herself sitting in her boyfriend’s lap, her back pressed up against his ab-filled front side. Even when Paul and the conductor returned to drop off some of the deliveries, the pair of vampires went unnoticed. Of course, Nilsya only sighed a breath of relief when Paul closed the door to the train and made sure it was locked. She could hear muffled voices and someone patting the side of the train before everything went quiet.
Then they began to move.
“Now we’re free to do whatever we want,” Boreas said with a smirk. He shifted his position so he was laying down with Nilsya on top of him, one arm pressing her body against his.
“So what are we going to do when we get into the city?” Nilsya asked. She had her cheek pressed against his bare chest, but she tilted her head up to look at him. “I’ve never been to the city and I have no idea what to expect or even, like, what to do. I mean, Boreas, what are we doing?”
“What do you mean, ‘what are we doing’, my love?” he asked, looking over at her.
“I mean... what’s our plan? You forced me to run away with you, you murdered my sister’s boyfriend, and now I have no idea where we’re going or what we’re doing,” she said.
Boreas hissed. “Just trust in me. Why are you losing your faith in me? Have I ever steered you wrong?”
She was surprised by his harsh tone, but she shook her head. “N-no. You have not,” she answered.
Boreas nodded and calmed down a little. “Good,” he purred, reaching down to rub his fingers over her skin. “But yes, we are going to the city and we are going to meet up with my associate, Luca.”
“Luca?” Nilsya asked, not sure how comfortable she was about meeting up with strangers.
“Luca,” Boreas conformed, nodding. “I met him when I was abroad in Italy. An... ah, odd guy, but he knows the city in and out. He’s lived in the same place since moving to America and can help us get what we need.”
Nilsya nodded. Okay, maybe Luca would be manageable to deal with then. Maybe he wouldn’t try to murder her and Boreas... Hopefully not. She could fight, but she was a good person and didn’t want to kill. She only would if it was killing for Boreas or the babies she knew they would have together one day.
“So how long of a train right is it to the city?” she asked, trying to get all of her questions out now that there was nothing else to focus on. They weren’t hunting or walking or fight and he could actually answer what she had to ask.
Boreas shrugged. “It shouldn’t take too long. I advise taking a nap. You’ll need your strength, little princess,” he said, leaning forward to press a kiss against her forehead.
She nodded and relaxed her body against his chest again. Her head rested just near his heart, and she could hear it beating with her enhanced senses. Vampires weren’t always dead as people thought they were.
She tried to sleep, but her mind was swirling with excitement and fear about their current destination. It was only when she heard gentle snores coming from Boreas that she finally gave in and let her eyes drift closed.
***
It seemed like mere seconds had passed when Boreas finally shook her awake. “Mmm?” she groaned, her eyes still closed as she snuggled closer to her bare chested vampire boyfriend and his abs.
“We’re here,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her and let her open her eyes for real.
“Here?” she repeated in questioning tone.
“In the city,” he replied. He quieted down and nodded to the door that the conductor was pulling open. He signaled for Nilsya to be quiet and then watched as the conductor and team of warehouse boys came to unload the train. Boreas waited until he found a good time and then nodded to Nilsya and darted from their hiding spot. She followed and the two jumped from the train before ducking behind the garbage again.
“Why are we always behind garbage?” she grumbled.
“It’s the easiest thing to hide behind and people tend to avoid the garbage,” he explained. She watched as the train was finished being unloaded and only ducked behind the garbage when one of the warehouse guys approached. He tossed his coffee cup into the garbage and Nilsya had to hold back a swear when it bounced off the edge and landed on her. She could feel the cold coffee rolling down her neck and she shuddered at it.
There was a snort of laughter from Boreas and she gently elbowed him. “Fine. We can get a motel room tonight and you can shower there,” he promised.
They waited a few minutes after the train left, making sure nobody was lingering outside the train station. When Boreas was confident they were safe, he lead her a short distance away from the train station and further into the city. “We did it!” he said, lifting Nilsya into the air with his hands on her hips. He kissed her as he put her back down.
“Motel, then Luca?” Nilsya asked when her feet were planted firmly on the ground in front of him.
Boreas nodded. “That sounds like a good plan to me,” he said. He began walking again. He was confident, as if he knew this city better than he let on. He stuck his hands in his pocket and threw a couple polite (yet dazzling) smiles at the people he passed.
Nilsya walked quietly behind him, doing her best to fade into the background and remain unnoticed. She only looked up when Boreas held open a door for her. She looked up to see a sign that read ‘Andrews otel,’ with the M burned out. She followed him in, actually enjoying the little tinkle of the bell that announced their arrival.
Her eyes roamed the dark lobby. It was certainly less than spectacular and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d seen a rat scurrying across the floor... but that could be a free dinner for her. Unless it had diseases. City rats carried diseases sometimes.
She turned her attention to Boreas and approached the desk with him. The seedy guy seemed to zone out, all of his attention focused on Nilsya as he absently rented out a room for Boreas. “And you know where to find me if you need anything, lady. Room 2B,” he said with a wink. His eyes slowly roamed her body again and Boreas pulled her tightly to his side. The glare that he sent the guy at the front desk to show that Nilsya was his and his only made the guy look away in shame.
She smiled in a quiet self satisfaction and then followed Boreas away from the desk and towards the hallway leading to the rooms. She could practically feel the guy’s eyes still trailing her perfect figure, so she only blew him a kiss and flipped him off as she turned the corner to follow Boreas.
It didn’t take long for them to reach the room they’d been staying in and she tossed her backpack onto the bed. “Ugh. I can’t wait to get this coffee off of me,” she said. She shook her head and looked over towards the bathroom. “Mind if I go wash up?” she asked.
“Go ahead,” he said with a playful smirk. She was about to question the reasoning behind his expression when he spoke again. “You were starting to smell anyway.”
She just rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him before grabbing a fresh pair of clothes and heading into the bathroom. The water in the shower was lukewarm at best, so Nilsya did her best to hurry up in the shower and get her clothes on. When she was satisfied that the coffee and dirt on her body and in her hair was now down the drain, she used the towels provided to dry her body off and then she slipped into the clean clothes she had brought with.
When she was dressed, she emerged to see Boreas on the phone with someone. She waited by the bathroom door until he hung up and looked over, giving her a smile. “That was Luca. He said he’s ready to meet us whenever. I made plans to meet him at a local restaurant... Cowie’s,” he said.
“Cowie’s,” she repeated. That was an odd name for a restaurant. Maybe they sold entire cows. Oooh that would be fun. She and Boreas could ride into the sunset on their shared cow and then slaughter him when they needed to eat.
She was a little too amused at the image of her and Boreas riding on the back of a cow, but she just shook her head when he gave a questioning look to the small giggle that had escaped her lips. “It’s nothing,” she promised.
“If you’re sure...” Boreas shook his head. He left most of their bags on the bed, but grabbed his knife and the key to their motel room before leading the way out of the room.
“So where is this Cowie’s?” she asked, tilting her head. She completely ignored the guy behind the front desk as they passed, not wanting to deal with his greasy eyes on her. Of course, she’d never met a man that could actually pull his eyes away from her. She was just that hot and she knew it. That’s why Boreas was lucky to have her.
Boreas nodded his head down the road. “Just around that corner. It’s not too bad,” he promised. She nodded, still not sure how he was so confident about the city when he had seemed to spend so much time back in Sanderson. After all, she spent most of her time there and didn’t know the city.
Of course, she’d never been to the city. Boreas at least admitted he had been there before. She just pushed the question out of her mind for now, trying to convince herself that it wasn’t important how Boreas knew the city so well. In fact, she should be thankful that he knew the city like this.
“Boreas!” A voice pulled her out of her thoughts as a jolly looking bearded man came over and wrapped Boreas in a hug. He stiffened just slightly before hugging the guy back.
“Luca. Good to see you again,” he said with a chuckle. He let go of him and nodded towards Nilsya. “This is Susan. She’s my girlfriend and we need a little help,” he said.
Really? Susan? Why couldn’t he have gone with a name that matched her stunning looks? Like Anastasia Star or something? Well it wasn’t her place to question Boreas. Not when he was putting so much work into getting them out of Sanderson.
Luca led them into the restaurant, holding shallow conversation with Boreas as he did. Nilsya didn’t pay much attention to the boys as she observed their surroundings. When she sensed no danger, she let herself relax slightly and take a seat next to Boreas.
“-Susan?” Luca was saying, his eyes on her.
Nilsya’s cheeks turned pink as she realized the man had asked her a question. “Ah, sorry. What was that, again?” she asked.
“I was asking if you’d like an appetizer. They have very good onion strings here,” he said. He let out a hearty laugh and accepted the menus from the waitress so that Nilsya and Boreas could take a look at what to order.
“An appetizer sounds good,” Nilsya decided, glancing over at Boreas. He didn’t give even a small sign that he disagreed, so she assumed she’d made the right decision.
“And don’t worry about price! I’m buying!” Luca said. There was a little too much enthusiasm in his voice for Nilsya’s comfort, but if Boreas tristes this man then she should be fine, right? He loved her. He was her soulmate. He’d never put her in any kind of danger.
In that case, she might as well order something that would truly fill her. She didn’t see any entire cows on the menu unfortunately. Instead, her eyes settled on the steak and she could almost feel her mouth watering. The decision was easy when the waitress came. She ordered her steak. Boreas ordered a pizza. When she turned to Luca, the jolly man was staring down at the menu. “I’ll take the, uh, spaghetti and breadsticks here,” he said.
Nilsya’s eyes widened and she looked over at Boreas, encouraging him to speak up. Luca would likely listen better to him than her.
Boreas already seemed to have the same thought in mind as he looked over at Luca. “Ahh, Uncle Luca, aren’t you allergic to garlic?” he asked. Vampires being unable to eat garlic was one of the few things those dumb mortals actually got right about her species.
“Shush, my boy,” Luca said. He turned back and nodded to the waitress, despite her questioning look. He gave a small glare and his eyes flashed red - completely different than the sweet old Italian vampire she’d come to know. The teenage waitress nodded and scribbled down his order before fleeing from the table.
“Luca....” Boreas began. He looked concerned, like genuinely concerned, for the older man.
“Don’t worry, boy. I can no longer resist the flavor of garlic. My mother used to cook with it when I was a boy and it’s been hundreds of years. My time has come, and I want to go out in a blaze of garlic.” Luca gave Boreas a smile and then looked back at the table as he collected the menus and stacked them on the edge of the table. The waitress had forgotten them in her hurry to get away from Luca.
“Now, what did you kids need from ol’ Grandpa Luca?” he asked.
Boreas still looked concerned about Luca’s order, but he didn’t question it. Instead he turned to look at Luca and answer his question with a little bit of stuttering. “Oh, uh, y-yeah. I was just, uh, trying to see if you knew of anywhere that Susan and I could stay until we find something more permanent?”
She’d never seen Boreas so flustered, but he seemed to be regaining his composure pretty quickly.
Luca chuckled, reaching into his pocket. She could feel Boreas holding his breath as he watched Luca. A few seconds later, the older man produced a key from his pocket. “Boy, you don’t need somewhere more permanent.” He handed the key over. “If I’m gonna eat this spaghetti and enjoy it, I’m gonna need to do something with my house. Here. Take it. You two lovebirds deserve it.”
“Your house?” Nilsya asked, looking over at Boreas to see him looking just as surprised as she did. “Luca-“
“Thank you, Luca,” Boreas said, cutting Nilsya off in fear of what she would say to him. Clearly he’d already made up his mind about poisoning himself.
Luca just smiled and began making small talk with the two younger vampires. When the waitress brought their food over, she took the menus and left without barely a word. Apparently flashing your eyes was enough to scare off any annoying humans. Nilsya would have to remember that trick while she was in the city. There were enough supernatural creatures in Sanderson that nobody was really afraid of vampires or werewolves or shapeshifters like Perfectus.
When the meal began to come to a close, Boreas had grown quieter and quieter and Nilsya knew that he was dreading when Luca would poison himself. He hadn’t taken a single bite of his spaghetti and seemingly butter and garlic soaked breadsticks. Nilsya had completely cleaned her steak plate and Boreas had taken only a few bites of his own meal.
Time ticked by as he ate a little more. As the waitress came with their check. As Luca paid. As Boreas put his food in a take home box.
Luca’s end was coming and a sense of dread seemed to settle over Nilsya as well. Luca seemed like a good person and... and she didn’t want him to die.
“Enjoy it, you two. Now, shoo and let me finish my spaghetti in peace,” he said.
Nilsya looked at Boreas, following his example when he stood up. He hugged Luca and then led her outside. As they walked past the front of Cowie’s, she looking in to see Luca staring thoughtfully into the distance as he began to nibble on his very garlic soaked breadstick. At least she noticed a faint smile on his face as he tasted the garlic that he hadn’t tasted since he was a boy - since before he was turned.
“So now what?” she asked, looking over at Boreas. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his silvery hair. He wasn’t even old, but the color of the hair he’d been born with often grouped him closer to Luca’s age than his actual age of 20 something.
“Now we go the motel, grab our stuff, and check out Luca’s house. I don’t think he plans on going back.” There was a tightness to his voice that she’d never heard before and running away suddenly didn’t seem as fun and wild as it had when they first left Sanderson.
No words were shared between the young couple as they made their way back to the seedy motel and passed the greasy guy behind the desk and headed to their room. Bags were gathered and the key was left without a word as Nilsya followed Boreas out.
“Do you even know where Luca lives? Er, lived?” Nilsya asked. She looked around the big city, buildings and roads stretching as far out as she could see. There would be so much to get used to, but she was happy to be here with Boreas instead of stuck back in Sanderson and only catching glimpses of him when they crossed paths throughout town.
“Yeah... uh, he let me stay with him whenever I ran away from home,” he said with a chuckle that sounded just a little too forced for Nilsya’s preference. There were no words passed until they reached a rather extravagant house and Boreas pulled the key out of his pocket to let them in.
The inside of the house was even more extravagant than the outside and she smiled as she looked around. “Wow...” she said breathlessly. “This is... ours now. Kinda unbelievable.”
Boreas even wore a look of awe now as he looked around the building. “Kinda crazy, huh?” he asked. He headed to the kitchen, his eyes skimming a note on the counter. “Looks like he was expecting this. It’s addressed to me. Said that he’s got a housekeeper for us to use - some dude named Dak. Everything in here is ours. Completely paid for already... Wow.”
“Luca is a good guy. I hope he enjoys that spaghetti,” she said, frowning when her words brought another look of pain to his face. “Hey, why don’t we go unpack our stuff and then get some sleep? Tomorrow we can look at this with fresh eyes,” she suggested, already feeling a lot more comfortable than she had with the seedy motel and the greasy front desk guy.
She watched as Boreas just left without a word down to where she assumed the bedrooms were. “I’ll join you in a bit,” she promised, sighing when he left without a word.
While he was gone, she decided to let herself on a little tour of the house. There was a large basement movie theater. The first floor contained a kitchen, dining room, living room, sunroom, office, and storage room. The second floor had two bathrooms and four bedrooms. The third floor had five rooms total with nothing established yet, but Nilsya saw plenty of opportunity for change.
Once she’d satisfactorily checked out the entire house (and still hadn’t seen any sign of Dak), she headed to the closed room that she knew Boreas was in. She knocked gently before stepping inside and was surprised to see tears in his dark brown eyes. She’d never seen him cry before.
She moved forward to sit on the edge of the bed and frowned. “What’s wrong?” she asked lamely, knowing that it had to have something to do with Luca.
She was right.
“Luca... he was like... like a grandpa to me. I was only 14 when I first traveled to Italy with Sanders. I was attacked by a hostile clan and Luca... he saved my life. He said he had nothing to keep him tied down in Italy and came here. He bought himself a house and kept in contact with me so he could offer me a place whenever I needed to get away from Sanders. When I was kicked out, I called Luca. Coming here to live with him had been my plan from he start, but that changed when I took you along with me. I thought... I thought we could hang with Luca here and then maybe get our own little place near by so we could have little baby vampires that treated Luca as a grandpa - much better than either of our dads. But now he’s... he’s gone. He ate the garlic and he’s not going to come back here,” he said, sniffling.
Usually her boyfriend was so manly and tough and it was weird to see him like this. She just gave him a hug and then laid down beside him. “Let’s just get some sleep and look at this again tomorrow, okay? We can still turn this into our own place and preserve Luca’s memory.”
Boreas nodded and wrapped his arms around her. It wasn’t long until they were both asleep.
***
The next morning, Nilsya woke in a large bed with sunlight streaming through the windows. She was pressed against a bare chest and she questioned her location for a moment, desperately wondering why everything was so different.
That’s when it kicked in. Boreas. Luca. The city. This mysterious Dak the housekeeper. She shook her head and hen looked over at Boreas, shaking his shoulder. “Boreas,” she whispered.
His brown eyes opened and he looked at her, sitting up to give her a short kiss. Once he tore his attention away from her, he looked around the room. He seemed to have gotten over Luca’s inevitable death, a large grin on his face.
This is when he made a promise to Nilsya that he’d wanted to make since the moment he’d met her.
“We’re home, baby.”
When the last words flashed across the page, Klever let the book fall into his lap. Wow... that was... something. Had he really just spent - he looked at his watch - way too long on that piece of garbage? He’d forgotten to check the time when he entered the library, but any amount of time spent on that book was too much and he’d sat there and read the entire thing. At least now he could claim that he had read fine sinerature literature that was outside of his normal preferences.
Yeah, that was sarcasm. It was more sin than literature. Sinerature.
What exactly was sinerature, a reader might be asking? Good question. To some, it was literature. In this case, Klever liked to think that the group considering it literature was girls. Girls about mmmmm maybe 12? Probably. Whenever they went through that vampire adoration phase. To most of the population, however, it was sin. It maybe not be as bad as other sin, but it was something that should never see the light of day. Something that should forever be hidden in the bowels of whatever horrid institute it emerged from. Sanders was a perfect example of Sinerature and Klever was proud to say he was in the group that considered it sin rather than literature.
Shaking his head, Klever opened up to a random page and ripped it out. He crumpled the paper up and stuck the entire ball in his mouth. Like his mother, Klever has inherited the ability to eat. He could eat pretty much whatever he wanted, but books were a favorite of his... Even if it banned him from the library and got him weird looks from his classmates.
Which was ridiculous by the way. A lot of them were weirder than Klever. There was a dude that was half spork. Yet, somehow, Klever was seen as the weird one.
He chewed up the crumpled page and swallowed it, thankful when he didn’t get any internal or oral paper cuts. That had happened a lot when he was younger and it sucked.
The book itself - despite being sinerature - didn’t taste too badly. Each book had its own taste and this one was definitely decent. He’d rate it... ahhh, a 14 maybe? Out of 20? He enjoyed his 1-20 scale, especially when it came to rating book tastes.
Eventually, the carrot costume clad boy climbed to his feet with a small grunt. He ripped out another page and crumpled it as he emerged from the aisle he’d been hiding in.
As he walked, he glanced down the aisles, stopping when he saw a little bundle in one of them. Oh no. He’d recognize that bundle anywhere. With his third page of Sanders still hanging from his mouth, he wandered closer. His face was twisted in concern as he got down on he floor by his brother, sitting back on his heels. ”Hey... Kurious, you okay?” he asked softly. His words were muffled by the paper so he swallowed it and looked back at him. ”You okay?” he asked more clearly.
He settled down more comfortably next to his little brother, feeling pained by how obviously upset Kurious was. He ripped out a fourth page of Sanders and reached into his carrot costume to grab some scissors. He began cutting the page into smaller squares and held out a handful to Kurious. ”They’re... technically cubes,” he promised his brother. Three dimensional squares - that constituted a cube and he needed to offer his brother something.
He knew that Kurious only ate cubes of stuff and Klever had no problem making cubes out of food he offered his brother. He’d never tried making cubes out of book paper, but he hoped it was good enough for his brother.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 9, 2019 3:10:58 GMT -5
Kurious Fredricksen son of kevin and dug
Coming to the library to relax was probably a weird thing for somebody to do. Not many people would find a school library all that relaxing, not when most of the people that came into the library were beyond stressed out and were even more stressed out due to the fact that they had to study. Or that they had to read a book that they really didn’t want to read because of some class. To Kurious the library didn’t give him that kind of stressed out feeling, though. It made him feel at ease, peaceful even. Especially when there weren’t a lot of people already there in the library. While Kurious loved to be around people, he could only handle so many at a time. Too many people at once and he got overwhelmed, his senses would become too stimulated and he would just give out and a part of him would die. Like the other day when he had gone to the store to buy himself some colored pencils. Usually he wouldn’t have gone all by himself because the store was a scary place, but he had mustered up just enough courage to go all the way to the store by himself to get the color pencils. And he hadn’t even gone to buy them to snack on them this time, either! He had actually been going to get them so he could use them to actually color. See, he had it all planned out, too. He was going to go to the store, go straight to the arts and craft section, pick out his colored pencils, buy them, and then go back to the campus. What he hadn’t planned had been the sheer amount of people in the store and how loud it had been and how crowded it had been.
Point being, there had been too much going on for the bird-dog and he had broke down. He had broke down right then and there in the store.
See, the obvious reaction to breaking down in a store would be to try and leave the store, but Kurious hadn’t thought of that. Instead his mind went straight to an idea that led him running for the toilet paper section of the store - oh, and he had started to beast out at that point. Panicking in stores was not a good thing for kids who had animal parents. So by then there was a gangly, extremely colorful bird-dog running through the store choking on his own breath because he couldn’t exactly breathe and trying to hold back tears as he shook and stumbled over himself in an attempt to get away from all the noise and people despite bringing even more attention to himself by panicking and beasting out. As soon as he had gotten to the aisle he had been going for, he immediately found a way to get onto the shelves and panic-constructed himself a little fort out of things of toilet paper and paper towels. This had been the one time he hadn’t brought his backpack of stuff with him because he knew that stores didn’t like it when he carried it around inside - a few times he had even been accused of stealing and putting things into his backpack to sneak it out of the store, which he hadn’t done at all. He had never stolen a thing, especially not from a store, so when he had been accused of it he had, of course, broken down and cried. So from then on out he had never brought his backpack into stores ever again, which was why him going all by himself had been a really big thing for him. His backpack was like a comfort item to him, not having it when going somewhere that was for sure overstimulating for him had been a really big deal. Kurious had thought he could be a big boy for once, but nope, he had broken down not even a minute into his store trip and there he was, hiding out in the toilet paper section of the store all beasted out as some weird hybrid creature. After hiding out for half the day in the store he had finally called somebody, which was something he didn’t do very often because of how nerve-wracking that was, to help get him out, and eventually he had been freed.
But all of that was besides the point here, he needed to focus on what was actually happening.
Being in the library was always nice. He got to just sort of chill for a while, and luckily for him not a whole lot of people went into the science section of the library and hung out, so he was safe from anybody just randomly coming his way and staying for a long period of time.
Already the son of Dug and Kevin was feeling a lot better. He wasn’t all jittery and shaking anymore, so that was a good start. He continued to lay there just chewing on his blanket, taking time to calm down and get over the fact that he had freaked out in math class and had to run out of the room just to calm down in the science section of the library. Kurious was feeling better at least. He was feeling a lot better. Maybe he would just stay here for a while until he was completely calm. Maybe he could even take a nap. Yeah, naps were nice, he liked naps.
Just as he was about to really wrap himself up into his blanket he heard footsteps nearby. Kurious froze, orange eyes going wide when the thought that somebody was here to drag him back to math class floated across his mind. A little whimper came from the colorful boy and he hunkered down into his blanket not unlike how a turtle would shove itself into its shell when frightened. He could already feel himself starting to tear up just at the mere thought of being forced to go back to class, but what could he do? If somebody brought him back then it wasn’t like he could just force himself out. He would have to go back to that awful class and be told by the teacher that he was dumb and stupid and wasn’t going to get anywhere in life because he couldn’t figure out what the square root of seventeen was in only five seconds. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like making people angry at him and he didn’t like it when people called him stupid. He wanted people to like him and he wanted people to be happy when he was around.
Kurious’s thoughts were kept from spiralling even further down when a familiar voice entered his ears. Ever so slowly he peeked his head back out from underneath his blanket, the smallest of smiles pulling at his lips. That smile only grew wider when his assumption was proven to be right when he saw his older brother Klever walking over to where Kurious was. Without missing a beat he reached out and pulled his older brother into a hug, nuzzling against Klever’s chest with a happy little whine escaping from the back of his throat. ”Klever, hi, hi Klever! Hi! Hi, hi, hi!” The younger Fredericksen boy practically barked in his excitement at seeing his brother. ”I’m okay because you’re here now! You make me happy,” he chuffed, nuzzling against his brother one more time before slowly pulling away to watch what his brother was doing. Kurious wasn’t one to question the carrot suit - he thought it was amazing because the color orange was a very pretty color - but he was rather curious about what his brother was doing with the book and scissors.
Cubes! Klever was cutting the page into little cubes so that Kurious could eat them!
The bird dog wiggled excitedly inside his blanket, taking the now cube shaped pieces of paper that his brother had handed to him. ”...Thank you!” He breathed out right before taking the handful of paper cubes and sticking them into his mouth, humming contently as he chewed up the paper and then swallowed it all down. With that over with he turned to the side and grabbed one of the water bottles he had with him, handing it out to Klever. ”Thirsty? I’ve got plenty of water, you can have one, or two, or three, or four, or five! … I’m sorry if you want six. I don’t have six to give…” Maybe he needed to fix that. Maybe he needed to start carrying around six water bottles, but he wasn’t so sure about that. Five was such a good number of water bottles to have. Six would be pushing that. Not that six wasn’t a good number...but five was better. Five was a lot better so he was going to just stick to the five water bottles because that kept him from freaking out and feeling icky.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 9, 2019 22:30:57 GMT -5
Matthias Aksel Alexson son of Melody and Alex He felt a little betrayed. Of course, he could be mistaken and it wasn't betrayal he was feeling, rather just an aching back... But betrayal should be some part of it. Of course, he would have at least liked to assure them he was still alive, and raising a shaking hand into the air, twisting it into a little thumbs up, attempted to yell out, "I survived!"
That was probably worth something. Though, he bet if he had been a little more prepared rather than being pushed off, he could have gotten a little further than a few feet from the outside walls. He wondered if he would be able to convince them to try this experiment again, stupidity enough. He thought he didn't get the right balance since he was thrown off, and maybe that should be a warning to not try this again but-
Matthias has proven himself to be stupid as of this moment. The fact he could hear Dio's boisterous laughing after Eliana had moved off the roof should have been another hint. Attempting to move himself upward slightly, into a sitting position he wiped his hands on one another from the ground. He muttered to himself, "That probably could have gone better."
He went to stand up to try and meet his aunt at some halfway point, which he probably shouldn't, given his really high fall. But nothing seemed broken.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 9, 2019 22:33:16 GMT -5
Alicio Bleu Sinclair Bacon Noll Dior Larue Bete son of the Beast and Belle Bete When one fell into a fountain, it would be more fun if they could fade into the water with them. That way, it would look so much cooler when you fall over.
So that, you looked like an elegant being fading into your natural habitat. Instead of a dimwit who didn't know how to keep balance.
He was prepared to keep his head under the water and drown instead, a dead body was less shameful than staying alive after such a situation. News Alert: King's son found dead in Fountain, who could have done this?
So perhaps that made it out either he was a fool and drowned in a shallow fountain on his own, or someone killed him. Embarrassment or outrage... At least, in death, he wouldn't have to fear either. Ah, how much more peaceful- even if a war was left afterwards, he could pretend he died in dignity.
Ah, but what use was dignity when dead. Best to die and accept death as it is.
"Oh." Right. Still alive. Unfortunately. Mostly cause of the fact this is a tired post and Alicio wants to be a tad bit... not super dramatic but like?? Attempting to be dramatic. And he was alive and left to the embarrassment of the world.
"Am I mistaken or is spill supposed to be a pun?" Alicio questioned, taking the hand with dreary eyes. Holy heck he was soaked. His hair was ruined for the day., his glasses needed to be cleaned, and he probably needed a change of clothes. "Alicio Bleu, pleasure to meet you. I am currently.... wet."
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 9, 2019 22:33:32 GMT -5
Bay Bete son of Belle and Sultan the Dog It was certainly interesting. It had been a couple of months since the baby was born, and Bay was familiar enough with babies- his mother was still producing it seemed at any rate. He was the oldest of a large family, larger than any he knew, and if he didn't know something about not-even-year old children, there was something wrong. THe only difference between having baby siblings and having a baby was that you weren't required to care for the siblings- that was the parents jobs... even if it was... less than adequate. Not as though he had any kind of personal issue with caring for his own child, no, it was simply the comparison and dear god, if he wouldn't love his son to the ends of the Earth then... then what kind of person was he?
As his wife, his wonderful wife that he still wasn't quite sure how something worked out so well, entered the room, he moved off of the counter he had been leaning on to greet her with a gentle smile. "If I've had any experience, it only gets worse." And given his however many brothers he had, there was a lot of experience there.
He followed it up by nodding and watching as she moved to start making food and he was hit by a little bit of guilt for not having started the food while she was off putting Cassius to bed. "Absolutely, not to judge our son's taste in food, but chicken nuggets for the fifth time this week isn't hitting it for me." Which, if it wasn't for the repetition and his own crafted taste for more.... fine foods, it would probably be fine.
"It wasn't very exciting I'm afraid. There isn't much to tell or talk about in all honesty... Instead, let's talk about your day," Bay suggested moving to hold her.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 20, 2019 5:06:59 GMT -5
Gram Gesner son of grace and barry
To be completely and totally honest here he had no idea why he was here. This wasn’t something he would normally get himself into, and his certainly wasn’t anything he found enjoyable, yet here he was, in the middle of some sort of beach party. It had all started with Jericho saying something about it and then it had turned into this dare with Millie and Milo and then Gram himself got involved and now here he was, on a beach. At a party. He wasn’t a beach or a party kind of person, not at all. If anything he was the kind of person that stayed away from big social events like this. Heck, he didn’t even like going to school because of everything that went on there and with all the people that were around. And there was the fact that he just wasn’t good at the whole school thing, either. He didn’t see the reason behind it, at least not for himself. Gram didn’t want to do anything that required a traditional education with his life. What he wanted to do was something he already knew how to do, but nope, he couldn’t just stay on his family’s ranch, he had to go to school. He had to go and at least finish up a high school education before he could go to a full time, year round schedule on the ranch, and he hated that. He hated that he was forced to do something he honestly couldn’t get a grip on. Who cared about mathematical formulas out on a ranch or who cared about whether or not he could go out and remember the exact date some historical event took place on? Nobody. Nobody cared. And out working on the ranch allowed Gram to do the things he enjoyed and do the things he was good at. School? Well, school reminded him he wasn’t good at anything else other than being a cowboy - quite literally in his case.
At least this week had been easy compared to some others he had recently had. This week he had only gone out and laid out in a nearby field at four in the morning contemplating life only twice. It was a lot better than the five times he had done that last week. Maybe Gram wasn’t as big of a mess as he thought he was if he could go a week with only doing that twice.
Then again, he was at a beach party. His life was totally crumbling right around him and at this point he didn’t think he could do anything to stop it.
Oh, had he mentioned he was a cow right now? Yeah, he wasn’t just at a beach party as a human, nope, he was at a beach party as a full fledged Jersey-Texas Longhorn cross.
See, Gram didn’t need heightened emotions to beast out. Somehow he had figured out how to control when he was a cow and when he wasn’t. It had been something he was capable of since he was pretty small. He remembered being home one night when everybody had been finishing up eating supper and had just exclaimed, “Hey watch this! I learned something today!” and with that he had turned into a little calf and ran around the house kicking and mooing up a happy little cow storm. Nobody had ever told him to not turn into a cow, so now he just sorta did it whenever he felt like he needed to be an animal instead of a human. Like right now. Being a cow on the beach right now was a lot better than being a human on the beach. Besides, if he was a cow then maybe people would be more willing to leave him alone. Nobody would want to hang out with the weird boy that sulked around as a cow at a beach party and Gram was completely and totally fine with that.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 21, 2019 19:01:41 GMT -5
Laurent Leclair Son of Lumiere & Plumette
There were a lot of good reasons someone might be at a beach party. To hang out with friends, to go swimming, to play games, maybe to see a special somebody you wanted to impress, you really liked the food, or maybe you just really liked getting sand stuck on your feet.
However Laurie wasn’t there for any of those reasons. Friends was one thing yes, but it wasn’t like he never saw them, they literally all went to the same school together and he saw them very often. Then he didn’t even know how to swim, wasn’t too big on games, had no special somebody, didn’t like the junk for food here - thats why he brought his egg salad with him - and he absolutely hated the feeling of sand in between his toes.
He adored nature, truly everything about it was remarkable, however there were parts of nature that he’d rather admire from a distance. Sand was one of those things. Besides, as pretty as beaches were, Laurie was more of a forests and mountains kind of guy. That felt more like being one with nature to him than frolicking on the beach like some sort of demented seal did.
Nothing against seals though, he liked them just fine, people just shouldn’t try to look like them.
Point being, he wasn’t there for those reasons. No, he was here because Fawn dragged him here. She was his best friend, so he was willing to come, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was going to like it.
Hmm, maybe he should work on having a better attitude towards it, his entire time at the beach so far had just been him being negative and going off by himself to stare at the Isle across the bay while sprawled out on his towel with egg salad next to him.
Sighing, Laurie glanced over towards the container beside him that held his salad. If he was going to be here, he might as well eat it, maybe that would be enough to stop any strangers from approaching. So he quickly propped open the lid, grabbed the fork he had taped to the inside of the lid, and began to eat.
His large, yellow and white floppy hat shading him from any sun as he looked over to the Isle. The transfers were there right now, doing who knows what with who even knew...isle kids, and though Laurie hadn’t ever particularly wanted to go to a garbage prison rock where villains spawned and ran wild, he still couldn’t help but wonder what it must be there over there for the people that had gone. How were they doing? What was the Isle even like? What if they were in danger?
Honestly, part of Laurie did secretly wish he had been brave enough to go. The kids there hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t right to say they were inherently bad just because they grew up with evil parents. They needed help and they deserved it too. Maybe if Laurie had gone, he would’ve been able to help. After all, it had been something he had been passionate about all the way up until the chance to actually go and make a difference arose.
That’s when he backed out, and as much as he complained, as much as he claimed he didn’t want to go, a part of him - a part that grew whenever he thought too much about it - would always kick himself for staying.
Laurie looked down at his salad, unable to keep staring at the menacing island across the way. ”Don’t think too much about it, Lars, you always get like this...” He told himself quietly, shaking his head a little as he put his focus back on his salad, finishing it off within a few minutes.
As soon as it was gone, he got back up, looking around him before finally deciding that while he was here, he might as well look for shells or a snail or something and began to walk around the beach, doing his best to avoid the majority of the people there.
Which, in his defense, a kid turned into a shark and was scaring people in the water right now, so it might’ve been a good idea to stay away from everyone.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 21, 2019 19:05:42 GMT -5
Merlion Sumnar Son of Merlin & Witch Hazel
”Hmmm,” Merlion hummed out, slowly lowering the binoculars down from his eyes as he placed them on the rock he had hidden behind. ”Are you watching this, Cleo?” He asked, rubbing his chin for a few moments before reaching down to grab a little notepad on the sand, scribbling down a few notes on it. ”He still hasn’t changed back, so unless he’s just constantly freaking out, then he should be human again-“ At that point he was cut off by the cat curled up next to him, staring into a pair of binoculars placed in front of her.
”Human again, human again, when we’re human again~”
Oh no, he was shutting that down real fast.
Clasping a hand over Cleo’s muzzle, Merlion sent her a look. ”We’re not about to burst into song right now, Cleo, who do you think we are? That dude from Here On Auradon?” He asked, snickering to himself at the thought as he leaned back down onto the sand. ”Ha, that guy made a total fool of himself, you’d never catch me doing that,” he said, giving a small shake of his head.
Yeah, he would never be found in dumb retro eighties jazzercise clothes singing a parody of a song they all knew. Sure the guy’s voice was pretty good, but still, Merlion wouldn’t risk it.
Cleo sent him a look, flicking her tail ever so slightly in the sand. ”Would you prefer I sing a different song? I’ve got plenty,” she explained, taking a deep breath before she started again. ”If I were a human being, I’d head straight to New Orleans-“ Merlion sent the cat a scowl, which seemed to be enough to shut her up for now.
”Why are you so melodic today?” He asked, scrambling back into his previous position to stare at the cow boy across the way. ”I need you to focus, we’ve got something going on here and I’d like to figure out what,” the son of Merlin and Witch Hazel continued, bringing the binoculars up to his face as he stared over at the cow.
He was just standing there...all cow like. It was suspicious. Maybe he was cursed to remain in cow form, or maybe this was actually just a cow with human like intelligence that someone brought to a beach party for whatever random reason. Or maybe it was just a random cow that had wandered here all be it’s self...
No, he had seen this cow before.
This was one of those literal cowfolk. Human cows. Which meant that by all accounts, he should be human right now. After all, it didn’t look like he was having some sort of distress, or if he did, he did a fine job of hiding it.
”I’m sorry, I just don’t see the point in this,” Cleo responded, jumping up onto the rock. ”We’re acting like we’re either stalkers or a crew of one teenage boy and a cat filming a nature documentary, why don’t we just go talk to him?” She inquired, pausing for just a moment to look at Merlion before she jumped off the rock and began to happily trot off towards the cow.
Merlion let out a quiet screech. ”Cleo! No! You can’t talk to other people and I don’t know how to speak cow!” He hissed out after her, however it seemed his familiar was being rather adamant about this and simply refused to listen.
The young warlock grumbled, grabbing his binoculars and notepad before starting off after the cat as well. ”Yeah, this won’t go well,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his curly black hair as he hurried to catch up to his familiar.
He was too late of course and within no time at all, Cleo had reached the cow man, quietly sitting in front of him with a curious glint in her eyes. ”Mroww?” She inquired easily, giving Merlion the slightest bit of comforts.
At least she wasn’t trying to actually talk to him. That might not end well.
Rushing to catch up, Merlion dropped everything else and picked her up. ”Sorry...cow, my cat likes cows.” Already he was mentally hitting himself for literally every word he said out loud, an internal scream starting up in his mind.
This was already a train wreck and they were six words into the whole conversation.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 21, 2019 19:07:24 GMT -5
Beatrix Bakerstreet Daughter of Basil & Miss Kitty
Beatrix placed her hands against the slightly soggy sand, letting them sink into the substance until the sand had coated the sides of her fingers, the gooey sand hardening around her hand like cement as she lowered her head down to the beach floor, nose barely an inch above the ground as she placed her eyes on a tiny creature that didn’t quite seem to want to come out of the sand either.
Tilting her head to the side, Beatrix leaned even closer to the small red crab. ”You don’t even know how fascinating you are, do you?” The small mouse girl questioned in a hushed, awed whisper as she slowly began to inch the rest of her body even closer to the sand clad creature, the smell of the salty ocean breeze wafting in her nose as it mixed with a very strong tang of sand.
Her hands and knees pressed further into the sand, water lapping at the very tips of her toes, tickling her feet.
None of this mattered right now though.
All that mattered was the tiny crab in front of her. This was the closest she had ever been able to get to one and she wasn’t about to let the chance slip her by. Crabs weren’t exactly something that had always intrigued the daughter of Basil of Bakerstreet, however she did have to admit that it didn’t take her much to find something of interest no matter where she was.
Personally, Beatrix could’ve cared less for the actual party going on. Other than the fact it was an interesting opportunity to study human nature in a relaxed habitat, there wasn’t really any appeal to her.
She had come anyways of course, figuring someone in the disaster squad would be here and if they were here they needed someone that knew how to deal with said disasters. Beatrix liked to think that person was her.
Besides, crabs were pretty interesting upon further inspection.
Pressing her face even closer to the creature, Beatrix’s eyes widened in an almost youthful curiosity as the crab lifted one of it’s claws up. ”Fascinating, I wonder what it’s about to d-“
snap
A sharp pang instantly erupted in her nose as the crab in question clamped its claw on the tip of her nose.
Beatrix reacted immediately, shooting upright and out of the sand in a panic, eyes closed as she began to hop around in the sand. ”Owe, owe, owe!” She cried out loud, in far too much pain to actually care if she was making a scene or not. The crab was still holding tight to her nose, refusing to let go even as she hopping around in the sand, only sinking a little further in each time she did.
Now, perhaps if she was thinking clearly right now, Beatrix would have calmed down and gone up to someone for help on getting the crab off of her nose. However it was a little hard to think clearly when you had a crab attached to your nose like some sort of piranha, and she did not calm down.
Instead she let instinct kick over.
She wasn’t some sort of feared predator, or anything even of the kind. However if anyone had ever dealt with mice before, they’d know that mice didn’t go down without a fight. They truly were little menaces sometimes, and when they couldn’t run, they did the best next thing.
Beatrix then attempted to bite the crab.
Perhaps if she was thinking, she wouldn’t have done what she did, but Beatrix was far from actually thinking things through right now. All she knew was that there was a crab on her nose and it wasn’t letting go. It hadn’t actually bit her, but the pain that burned within her nose certainly had the impact of a bite, so it only seemed natural to try and attempt to bite the thing back.
It took a few times of Beatrix just opening her mouth, reaching her entire head forward, and chomping down on nothing like some sort of fish before finally her teeth sunk into something very hard and very salty.
She had successfully bit the crab.
For a moment there, both girl and crab seemed surprised on what had happened, neither reacting as Beatrix tried to stare at the crab half way in her mouth while the rest of it hang from her nose with it’s pincers.
Then, very slowly, the crab reached it’s free claw up and pinched Beatrix’s cheek as hard as it possibly could.
Beatrix immediately screamed out in pain, letting the crab’s body fall out of her mouth as she reached her hands up and tried to pry the creature off of her face, completely oblivious to her surroundings.
Which turned out to be a very bad thing in her case, as she was quickly stumbling back towards the water’s edge, and with one more step she slipped backwards into the water, falling flat on her back while the water lapped over her body, unaffected by the presence of some random mouse girl making her home inside it’s watery blanket.
Hot tears threatening to leak from the corners of her eyes, Beatrix sniffled as her body grew more accustomed to the stinging pain that had flamed within her face. She let out a shaky breath, sighing as let the water lap up over her. ”Fine, you win, you win,” she told the crab through a quiet, squeal like voice as she did her best not to cry, not even from the pain but over the whole event that had happened.
That’s when the crab looked at her and released its grip on her nose and cheek, crawling down her body as it disappeared into the water, leaving Beatrix where she was, alone in the water, face barely out of the water’s grasp, giving up on life for at least a few good minutes while she calmed herself down from everything.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 23, 2019 18:50:55 GMT -5
Maya Manchas daughter of manchas and fabienne
The beach. It was a place where people come to have fun, to get out of the house and enjoy what Mother Nature has to offer. It was a place where children and adults alike had fun and enjoyed the warm sun that shone so brightly overhead. It was where, overall, people had a grand time. Beaches brought people together.
But not for this particular person. No, for this particular person the beach was where she was coming to die.
It wasn’t the only reason she had decided to come to the beach at least. Though her other reason wasn’t much better than her “I want to die” reason. Originally she had decided just to go and make some extra cash - she knew she could get away with selling a lot of her product here at a beach party - but now she wasn’t sure how much selling she could get away with considering she hadn’t had anything to calm herself down all day. And she was freaking out. See, what had happened was that she hadn’t done anything to calm herself and then she had remembered all the tests she had coming up and all the papers she had to actually sit down and write and how she had made a 96 on the last test she had taken - which that was a terrible grade and she was going to fail and get kicked out and have to live on the streets like a hobo and all she would have would be a cardboard box.
It was thoughts like this that had caused Maya to be in the situation she was in right now.
The snow panther was currently high up in a palm tree, gripping the trunk as tightly as she could as to not slide right down the trunk and crash to the ground. She was certainly playing with fate right now though considering she was only holding on with one arm and using the other to point accusingly at the coconuts that were growing on the tree. Her green eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits as she stared the fruit down like it was some sort of mortal enemy that she had to destroy. ”Just what do you think you’re doing, huh? What sort of rights do you think you have to just stare at me with those soulless eyes you have? And why do you have three? Nobody needs three eyes! Nobody needs more than two! You could probably just live with one eye!” For the briefest of seconds Maya paused in her screeching to contemplate the pros and cons of proving to these coconuts that only one eye was needed, but even she was smart enough to realize that maybe taking out an eye right here and right now wasn’t exactly a smart idea.
Oh. Oh. Now that was certainly something. Those coconuts had placed that thought into her head. They had totally put the whole thought of her taking her own eye out into her head. They wanted to mess with her. Those coconuts wanted to play with her mind and make her do something incredibly stupid, but Maya had caught on to their little plan. She knew what those vile fruit were up to. She’d have to really watch out for coconuts from now on. Just like how she was going to have to watch out for spatulas and stuffed animals. Maya was still positive that spatulas were out to poison her and that stuffed animals, no matter what kind, were spying on her and taking that information straight to somebody like Beast. Yeah, she couldn’t have that. And now she had to add coconuts to the list of things that were out to get her. This was just great. Food was also out to get her, especially chocolate. Food always tried to kill her.
But back to the coconuts.
Maya let out a hiss toward the still ripening fruit. She swayed somewhat on the palm tree, managing only barely to keep herself upright and not falling down to the ground. ”You think you’re so smart, don’t you? But, aha, I got you! I got you before you could get me! I’m not as stupid as you coconuts!” She spat the word like it was an insult, and then with a sharp laugh she added, ”Más sabe el burro que tú!” Yeah, that would totally get her point across to these coconuts that she was the superior one here.
The daughter of Manchas and Fabienne continued to stare at the coconuts a moment longer before a satisfied smirk pulled at her lips. The coconuts didn’t seem all that keen on fighting back. Maybe now she could manage a civil conversation with them if they wanted, but the was Maya, how civil could she stay? ”So what is your deal? I’m sure you guys are pretty chill, but you really gotta stop pretending you’re smarter than everybody else. You’re not going to get anybody to take out their eye at this rate.”
Wait. Why was she trying to be civil with these coconuts? They were the enemy. These coconuts were trying to get her to be civil with them so she would drop down her guard and that’s when they would get her. But no. No way was she going to do that. Maya wasn’t going to let these stupid round fruits get the better of her.
Without any warning other than a growl from deep within her throat Maya sprung forward. She let go of the palm’s trunk and launched herself upward in an attempt to attack the coconuts, but gravity had other ideas.
Before she could even reach out to attack the coconuts Maya found herself lurching down. She was falling straight down to the ground.
A screech came from the snow panther. She flailed about in the air for a good second before instinct finally kicked in. She twisted and contorted around in the air until finally she has maneuvered herself in such a way that when she landed she did so on all fours just like a cat. Maya managed an almost flawless land, barely even wobbling and not even injuring herself from the fall. She hadn’t lost one of her nine lives like she had during the great ceiling fan fall of last year. That had been a time, it really had, something she wouldn’t be able to live down for sure. She was still surprised she hadn’t been kicked out for that one.
After landing Maya took a quick look up the palm tree and snorted. ”See, you can’t even hurt me with a fall! Cats land on all fours, idiotas!” Just to really stick it to them she stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry before turning away, shaking her head and snort-laughing under her breath. She was about to leave the palm tree and its malicious coconuts when a thought poked her in the back of her mind.
They’re watching you no matter where you go.
A shiver ran up Maya’s spine as the thought echoed through her head. That was right. They would watch her no matter where she went on this beach and try to keep taking her down. They even had three eyes, which even if Maya had established a person only needed one eye, and that meant they could watch her a lot easier than somebody with one or two eyes.
She needed to find a way to hide from these coconuts.
Maya started looking around, scanning the beach for anything that would serve as an adequate enough hiding spot from fruit that had it out for her. All she could see was sand, sand, sand, and more sand.
… Sand. She could hide in sand.
With a victorious screech of sharp laughter the snow panther ran off until she was a good ways away from the coconuts she had just had a scuffle with. Maya glanced around to make sure nobody, especially not any coconuts, were watching as she started to get to work on a hole in the sand that would be big enough to fit herself into. There was no way, no absolute way, that a coconut would be able to find her buried underneath the sand.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 23, 2019 22:03:43 GMT -5
Mustafa Negasi son of mufasa and sarabi
Mustafa has always enjoyed a good party. He wasn’t one of those wild kids that went out and got drunk or broke stuff or did something stupid, he wasn’t that kind of party kid. No, instead he was the kid that brought in a hammock along with a picnic basket full of gummy worms - sour and plain to have variety - and juice. He also had a wide variety of juices that he would pack. Then he would set his hammock up somewhere, chill there, and let anybody who wanted some snack worms and juice come on over and get what they wanted. It usually led to some interesting interactions, which was what Mustafa liked the most about coming to parties. He enjoyed getting to sit back and relax and interact with other party goers. He was a rather social guy and parties were a rather social event, so if there was one he would definitely be there. He wouldn’t be doing anything other than chilling in his hammock and offering refreshments, but hey, it was fun for him and that’s what he enjoyed the most about parties.
He had just finished setting up his hammock and was now sprawled out quite literally like a lion under the shade of a baobab tree. He let out a satisfied sigh as he lay there in the warmth of the sunlight, something like a purr vibrating against his throat. ”I don’t think you ever answered my question,” Mustafa rumbled in a rather lazy voice. He moved just a bit and peeled open an eye as he looked down on the ground where his niece lay stretched out on a rather large beach towel. She was writing something down in a thick leather bound journal, one that Mustafa was sure she had had for a few months now. He never questioned what she wrote in her journals - he had no reason to snoop and knowing Kamaria it wasn’t hard to guess what she was writing down - but it was always interesting to see just how fast she managed to fill one of her journals up. By the looks of it she would have this one finished in another few weeks give or take.
After a moment Kamaria slowly glanced up to look at Mustafa, head tilted to the side. ”I don’t think I recall your question. What was it?”
Mustafa had expected that. Kamaria had always been a little self absorbed in her own world, and sometimes it got to the point that everything in the real world around her didn’t even exist. This didn’t annoy the older lion at all. Instead he chuffed in faint amusement. ”What made you come to the party? Usually you don’t like these things.”
”Ah,” Kamaria started with a nod. ”I thought it would be interesting to see how a social gathering at a beach affects how people interact with one another. I’ve noticed over several times attending regular parties how there seems to be various subgroups of people, which will happen here as well, but how does the setting change that? Do these subgroups remain the same, as in, do the same people stay together or is there something about different settings that bring different people together? It all comes together into an even bigger question of how does our environment affect our societies as a whole. If I participate in activities such as these then I can learn from first hand experience,” the lioness explained rather casually.
Mustafa nodded as he reached out and pulled a juice out from his basket. He tossed it over to Kamaria, watching as the bottle flipped through the air and landed right on the ground, Kamaria not even caring to try and catch it. ”Here. Have something to drink, all that research sounds like you’ll need one.” Mustafa had always made sure to keep an eye on his family, and he knew quite well just how easy it was for Kamaria to get absorbed in her little studies and forget to eat or do the little things that were important to life itself.
”Is it peach?” The lioness asked as she grabbed the bottle without looking. By now she had gone back to looking at the crowds of other people on the beach.
Mustafa nodded, a content little chuff slipping from his lips as he moved and stretched out in his hammock. ”Wouldn’t give you anything that wasn’t your favorite.” With that the son of Mufasa and Sarabi relaxed completely into his hammock and ever so slightly closed his eyes. He would make sure to stay aware, but until he was needed he was going to completely and totally relax like any true king of the jungle would.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 23, 2019 22:05:03 GMT -5
Gram Gesner son of grace and barry
More often than not he was a cow. It was probably weird to some, but Gram was just more comfortable as a cow than as a human, especially when he was put into situations where he didn’t feel comfortable. Like right now. Right now he was not in a comfortable situation and he would like to get out of it, but he was also too stubborn to leave. He had been forced all the way out here and he wasn’t going back just because he felt uncomfortable. People would realize that and put that against him. Gram couldn’t have that. Besides, it wasn’t like he was comfortable back in the dorms or anything either. If he thought about t he probably actually felt more comfortable here on the beach. It was open spaces and nature, something Gram liked. It wasn’t like the wide open spaces back home on the ranch, but it was at least better than the confines of Auradon Prep. Ugh, Gram hated that place so much. He could go on yet another rant about why he hated school so much, but he wasn’t. He would spare those details a second time.
While the beach wasn’t his preferred place to be, it was better than what he had to deal with right now. Gram sighed, glancing around to see what was going on around him. People seemed to actually be enjoying themselves out here, playing in the sand and splashing around in the water. It was amusing in a way, seeing how much something like a beach of all things could bring about so much excitement for people. The bull snorted. So many people were so simple-minded. If they found this to be entertaining then he was sure they were the type of people that also found watching paint dry to be entertaining. Man, people were idiots.
Then came the cat.
Wait, what?
Gram turned to find himself looking straight at a cat as it padded toward him like it knew him. The bull blinked, lowering his head as the feline stepped over. As the cat sat down in front of him he stretched his neck out and at first nudged the cat gently with his nose before sticking out his gross, slobbery cow tongue and licking the cat right in the face.
Hm.
Tasted like cat.
Now most cats were okay-ish tasting. They weren’t the best, but they were okay enough that Gram had made it a habit to lick cats. They weren’t as good tasting as dogs, but then again dogs didn’t taste better by a whole lot. Now this cat...she tasted differently. She had a taste to her that Gram didn’t find all that appealing, and if not for the fact that she was a cute cat he would take a hoof and shove her away. He didn’t need gross tasting cats to bother him while he was sulking about how awful beaches were while in his cow form. So luckily this cat was cute. She could stay. At least for now.
It wasn’t long until Gram then caught sight of somebody coming up from where the cat had appeared as well. He swished his tail, feeling that this would just be somebody he wouldn’t care for coming up to see why a cow was on the beach; however, it wasn’t long before he realized just who was coming up to him and the cowboy felt himself freeze up for just a second.
It was that cute boy he had seen in a few classes before. Crap! Act normal! Or as normal as he could while being a cow.
Wait. He could just go back to being a human. He could do that.
As the cat’s owner - Merlion, yeah? Yeah, yeah, that sounded right - came up to apologize for his cat’s behavior Gram shifted back into his human self with just as much ease as it would be to simply breathe. Once back in human form he nodded toward Merlion in greeting, doing his best to keep his cool despite feeling somewhat flustered that Merlion of all people was here right now. ”Howdy,” he greeted, honestly surprising himself that he was able to greet the other boy as smoothly as he had without stumbling on his words. ”Cat’s fine, she’s cute. Don’t get many cats just trotting up to me like that, though. Don’t get a lot of anything doing that unless I’ve got a bucket of feed in my hands.” Which he obviously didn’t have on him at the time. So that did leave some questions. Why had the two come to him? Not that he found Merlion’s presence to be bad or anything, Gram was just curious. Not many people voluntarily came up to him like this. It was rather new and left a slightly confused feeling that he wanted to figure out.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 25, 2019 3:02:59 GMT -5
Danica Rhea Fagin Daughter of Dodger and Rita
"Hurry up, Sharp!" Okay, so maybe Dani had been borderline running towards the beach. Maybe. She didn't have to try to be cool and above it all at all times, it was a party for crying out loud! She could go back to being a good horrible role model tomorrow, after all the games were over with. The dark-haired girl was getting pumped for the show that was going on tonight. Well...not a literal show, but just the party in general. It was going to be insane, and she found herself accidentally running off without her boyfriend every now and then, only to sheepishly make her way back to him. "It'll be morning before we get over there, if we don't hurry, you know?" So they weren't moving that slowly, not by a long shot. But the dog girl couldn't resist teasing him a little bit.
Someone ruder and a little less creative might have wondered how the couple had even come to be. Slaughter Race and New York were some distance apart, after all. It was almost like the dog girl and the video game boy had come from two entirely different worlds. But it shouldn't be that much of a shock. Everyone kind of melted together at Auradon Prep, it was basically the one place where worlds collided. Unless you counted the Isle, but that was a glum thought for the night.
"I wonder who all's gonna show up this year? It'll be pretty different without Raf around, don't you think?" Auradon was supposed to be neat, perfect and orderly, but you'd be an idiot if you thought that's how it actually was. Some kids might try to obey the rules and expectations yeeted onto them, but there were certain ones who didn't. And Raf Maldonia was definitely on that list. He'd been one of the ones to suggest the beach party, among others. And now he was on the Isle, trying to help them all out.
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Post by CreamCrow on Mar 5, 2019 1:23:31 GMT -5
Berlin Silverlake daughter of bolt and mittens Berlin didn't like to say she dressed fancy, but she would like to say she dressed nice. There was a matter of reasons behind the large , floppy straw hat sitting atop her head with a black bow string around it and the orange-yellow sundress she was wearing, flowers covering it in different colors, shapes, and sizes. She'd like to say the sandals she wore were matching, black and that tan color wooden looking soles that came with it. Jewelry? Of course, what was she, and uncultured child that was prepared to look the worst on an important day to her. A gentle gold anklet and it's matching bracelet, little onyx coloured earrings- she almost went obsidian.
Was it shallow to put her appearance so high up for simply a date? Probably- but this was no simple date. It was a first date- and yet much more. It was a first date at the beach- an entire layer added upon that. It wasn't even the end of how important it was to look good. It was a first date at the beach- party. It was a beach party. Lots of people. That was why she had to look on her game.
Dear god, she probably did seem really shallow??
Shame, at least shallow and looking good went well together she supposed with a little smile. She leaned back a little more in the neon green chair she had found, one of those plastic ones with lots of openings and where decently uncomfortable but, if positioned the right way, could make a person look great.
Which she was hoping for. By sitting at this table, hoping to spot Carmelo or placed in a single area so he could find her. Meeting with people at the places rather than coming together seemed more of an issue Berlin was realizing.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 19, 2019 12:49:31 GMT -5
Tuchulcha Haagenti Lucitor
Daughter of Tom Lucitor and Heckapoo
"Oh giiiiirl, you know I'd never mean to hurt ya." Technically, Tuchulcha hadn't done anything to actually hurt Stella, but that consideration was lame and not important. Serenading your best friend was a priority in and of itself, and if she didn't then it might actually hurt the Mewman. "When you're sad you know I'd never desert ya, oooooo. You were my angel, my beautiful dove." The fire demon reached out to her, before starting to play the ukelele strapped to her with the beginning notes of the song.
Maybe it'd be sadder and more mournful with a more serious instrument. Well, definitely it would be. But who brought a guitar to a beach? That seemed too big and clunky for any sort of fun to come out of it. Besides, she'd been wanting to drag her ukelele out for ages now, it's portability was just a plus. She thought it was really pretty, an absolute work of art that came from whatever demon that made it. Made from the ribs of...something, she had no idea, and carefully strung, it sounded amazing.
The princess of the Underworld made a small, hopeful cat noise towards her friend, hoping she'd sing along. She pretty obviously would, but if they were going for dramatic effect here, then she needed to look convincing, at least.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 20, 2019 1:04:03 GMT -5
Stella Butterfly daughter of star and marco
Step one: Go to the beach.
Ste two: Find all the crabs.
Step three: Eat all the crabs.
That’s what people did at beaches, right? Right? See, she had never been to an Earth beach before. She had been to the one made of fire with Hex and Tuchu a few times, and that was always a super fun trip when that happened. She had to wear this special suit so the fire didn’t completely incinerate her, but it was worth it. It was totally worth it even if she sucked at the whole surfing thing. She really did try to get it down, but it wasn’t easy at all. Not one bit. Stella was pretty sure the whole surfing thing was some big hoax and the people who were good at it were in on this big conspiracy thing. One day Stella was going to get in on it, though. She was going to track down all the people in on this surfing cult like she tracked down all the Tuchus and then make them teach her everything about this surfing conspiracy. She was going to be amazing at it one day, she just knew it.
But being on an Earth beach was a lot different than being at the beach she was so used to. This beach was made of water. If it was made of water, not fire, did that mean she could actually play in it without wearing a weird suit? She had already asked that question a million times over but the answer just didn’t settle right with her. Water was just water, Stella knew that, but at the same time she was suspicious. Very, very suspicious.
So the thing to do when suspicious about something was to drink it.
She was gonna drink the ocean.
Not wasting anymore time now that she had a new goal in mind - eating all the beach’s crabs could wait - Stella charged over to the edge of the ocean, amber-brown eyes looking the water over suspiciously as it lapped the sandy shore. A small mrrrrp slipped from her lips as she stood there and watched for a few more moments. Eventually the Mewman got down on all fours and, taking a deep breath of air, plunged her face straight into the salty water without even putting any thought into the consequences of that. Then, taking her stupidity one more level, Stella opened her mouth as wide as she could. All of a sudden a surge of ocean water rolled forward, flooding into her mouth and straight down her throat.
Regret was the first emotion Stella felt as she jerked backward out of instinct. She stumbled as harsh salt water entered her lungs without mercy. There was no way she could get any oxygen into her body with all the water that was sloshing around in her lungs, but she kept trying only to flounder and gasp for air like some kind of beached whale that was going to eventually succumb to the cold grips of suffocation.
For a good while there Stella clawed at the sandy ground as she kept coughing and spluttering, the salt water scratching her throat which made her cough all the more.
The eerily cat-like not-cat girl probably would have lay there and completely died had it not been for the reviving sound of a voice and a song she knew all too well.
Screw dying, it was serenade time.
Almost as if she hadn’t just been dying moments before, Stella managed to get to her feet, albeit extremely wobbly. She was still coughing up water, but at least she was finally getting just enough oxygen to survive and speak back.
Gathering enough energy to do so, Stella maneuvered herself to where she was looking right at Tuchu as she strummed on her skeletal ukulele. Stella reached a hand out toward her demon friend. ”We spiraled - cough - high on a gu-cough-st of love.” She was coughing and spluttering in the middle of all of this, and her voice was definitely ten times worse than it usually was, but she was trying her best. ”And I kn-cough-ew right from -cough- the start,” Stella went on to the duet section of the song, eagerly awaiting for her best friend to join on in.
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Post by . on Mar 21, 2019 12:26:00 GMT -5
Saber Payne Rowe Son of Shank and Pyro
Shock had been hidden away - as always - working on one of his bikes. There were no problems with it, but Shock considered his bikes and his cat to be his greatest possessions. Well, Shiv and Dani were pretty cool too, but Shock figured he’d keep people out of it. That way he wouldn’t get in trouble for saying his bikes were his best friends when he had a brother and a girlfriend that should be more important to him.
Jet, perched on the little fort that Shock had made for her, alerted the teenager when his girlfriend arrived. It hadn’t taken long for him to turn off the radio, clean up, and get changed for the beach party. He wasn’t exactly ready to go in his work clothes with oil covering his hands.
Now, he walked a bit more slowly as he watched Dani rush ahead, an amused smile on his face. ”Hey, hey, hey. I gotta take every chance I can to take it slow,” he reminded her, the teasing smile never leaving his face. ”Slaughter Race is a fast paced game. Sometimes we like to chill.” Of course, this was all a lie. It was teasing for the girl that kept rushing ahead. Anyone that was close to Shock would know that he was always up for some fast paced adventure, whether he was in his game or at Auradon.
He stopped walking. ”I mean, I can always move slower,” he pointed out, though his feet only stopped moving for a moment or two. He continued to walk - just at a slower pace than he had been before. After all, he had to keep Dani on her toes. That’s what was fun about all of this. He could keep her guessing while making it obvious that he meant no harm.
See, most people that interacted with Shock would call the mechanic boring. He didn’t talk much. He talked even less to those he didn’t know. He appeared to just go to his classes and disappear into his garage to work on his bikes. It was only the people that truly knew Shock that knew he enjoyed a good party, that he enjoyed playfully teasing others.
That he was often ready for some kind of rush.
But today that wouldn’t be an issue. They were just heading to a simple party. Of course, he wouldn’t be surprised if some wild things happened tonight. The students at the school weren’t as refined and professional as it appeared.
But was that really a surprise when they let in Slaughter Race kids, the sugar sin racers, and the Prideland Heathens? Not really. This wasn’t the school that the stuffy kings and queens probably thought it was.
The thought made him smile a bit more as he finally sped up a bit so that Dani could get to the party quicker. ”Eh, Raf needs to bring some fun to the Isle. We’ll be fine without him,” he promised, nudging her with his shoulder. ”I’m sure it’s just gonna be the usual people. Y’know, minus the transfers.”
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2019 18:52:06 GMT -5
Staccato Seaver son of sassy and figaro
Filly had a dilemma. A really big one. And he was looking it straight in the eyes. Or, well, his dilemma didn’t really have eyes, but he could pretend it did.
Wait.
His dilemma could have eyes. It wouldn’t be the dilemma’s actual eyes, but it would be what’s inside the dilemma that had the eyes. Point being, he could totally state his adversary in the eyes whether or not those eyes actually belonged to it.
As for what his opponent was, well, it was obviously something that didn’t have eyes of its own, but he was staring it down anyway and making sure it knew exactly who was the boss around here.
See, his actual problem here was an age old struggle he had gone through since the very beginning of his mere existence. Probably even before his existence, even. This was probably something he had to deal with even before his time in the womb, back when he was nothing more than particles of dust in the wind or a patch of stardust in the high heavens above. He was probably making it out to be a lot more dramatic and hyped than it really was, but to Filly this was a big deal. It was huge to him. This was something he had been dealing with since forever, so to him this was more than worth getting dramatic over.
But seriously, his problem was the ocean. Or, if he wanted to really open up his problem, it was water in general. Biologically he was a cat, and for some odd reason a lot of felines had a natural aversion to water. If he was biologically a tiger or a jaguar or a Turkish angora then perhaps he would actually like the water, but no, he was just a typical cat with that typical urge to hate and avoid any water at all costs. Filly would be okay with that natural hatred of water if not for the fact that, despite what his biology told him, he was a horse. People could tell him otherwise. They could tell him he was a cat or that he could never be a horse, but he would show them. One day he would show them all that he was, indeed, a horse and nobody was going to stop him or tell him otherwise.
Now, when it came to being a horse and the water, horses were a lot better at being around water than a cat. Sure, some horses would act up and freak out over bodies of water, but they typically got over it, especially a well trained horse, and would continue on with their lives. Cats didn’t do that. They would freak out and scream and claw and just be a giant mess about it overall. Filly didn’t want to be like that. He wanted to be as majestic as a wild horse crossing rapid rivers to get to greener pastures. He wanted to be able to conquer the wild ocean that lapped the very beach he was standing barefoot on. He didn’t want to be some dumb cat that freaked out because of the water, he wanted to be as calm and collected as a horse.
Alright, he was going to do it. He was going to walk out there and stick his feet in the ocean. He was going to go right out there, show the world that he wasn’t just some dumb cat but instead a horse. Horses could handle water. Horses could do this.
Taking a deep breath to calm that urge to run away, Filly slowly made his way to the ocean’s waters. With each step he could feel the sand between his toes, how it tried to cling to him like some kind of earthy reminder. Focusing on that he trudged on. Everything was okay. He could do this. Water was just water. He was a horse and horses could handle water.
Honestly, everything was fine until his foot landed on wet sand instead of dry sand.
Instantly his hair stood up on end and he jumped a good ways up in the air. A yowl slipped off his lips as he came tumbling back away from the water. He managed a few wavering steps back before he completely lost momentum and crashed to the ground, another yowl escaping him in his pitiful state. ”Baz!” He instinctively called out as he lay there on the ground, still panicked over the water, but just okay enough to realize that he had fled back to dry sand and was at a safe enough distance from the ocean that the water couldn’t get to him even during a high tide.
Well, ocean 1, Filly 0. He sucked at this whole water thing, that was for sure.
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Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 16:48:56 GMT -5
Honey Pancake Sanders Daughter of Pooh and name
Honey wasn’t normally much of a party person. The daughter of Pooh would much prefer a night inside, watching cheesy movies or baking or even just relaxing with people she cared about. However, the idea of this beach party intrigued her and she now had plans to go with Jacques to the beach and she had already decided that she was going to enjoy herself. She needed to.
And if she didn’t, she’d yeet. She wouldn’t make Jacques leave if he wanted to stay, but she certainly had no issues with ditching the party so that she could spend the day doing something that she would enjoy.
She had already spent a good majority of last night baking. There was no real reason, she supposed, besides wanting to bring something. She didn’t know if it was normal to bring an assortment of cookies and cupcakes to a beach party, but people always seemed to enjoy her baking and she enjoyed seeing people enjoy what she made.
She’d even made a couple separate carrot cake cupcakes for Jacques. Instead of just drawing a frosting carrot on top, she had topped it with some chopped up carrots he had given her. She didn’t know how it would taste, but she figured she’d try something new. She had wanted to try a carrot topped carrot cake cupcake, but figured she’d wait until she was with Jacques to do it.
That may not have been the best idea though. What if it ended up tasting like trash and then she was just embarrassed?
Okay, Honey, you need to stop thinking like that. She just shook her head before digging through her drawers. Once she found her swimsuit - red, of course - she changed and grabbed the container of cupcakes.
Once she was ready to go, she slipped her feet into a pair of flip flops and sent a text off to Jacques.
Meet me outside my dorm before the beach? I’ve got cupcakes
She slipped set her phone on top of her cupcake container and headed outside, carefully shutting the door to her room before heading outside of the dorm.
It really was a nice day, she realized, as she took a seat on a bench outside to wait for Jacques. The sun was beating down on her hair, but Honey didn’t mind. She was never one to complain about good weather, even if her absolute favorite weather was rain. Sure, it may seem odd that she preferred water falling from the sky over a beautiful, bright day with the sun shining bright overhead.
Honestly, was there any weather she didn’t like? Well, excluding dangerous weather, of course. See, Honey was trying so hard to be a more positive and optimistic person. It wasn’t always easy and she certainly didn’t want to get to the point where she was obnoxious to others, but she didn’t want to be the kind of pessimist that drove others insane either. It was all just a work in progress.
She just needed to figure out what style fit her best.
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Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 17:02:12 GMT -5
Talia Val Tweed Daughter of Tod and Vixie
Talia wasn’t very into parties, but she was really making an effort to step more out of her shell this year. While the idea of interacting with a lot of the people she went to school with still made Talia very uncomfortable, she knew that the only way to get over this was to actually do things, as uncomfortable as it might be. While she did have some siblings she could go to for assistance in overcoming this unnecessary fear of hers, she was almost too afraid to. She knew she was lame compared to most of them and almost felt that going to a sibling for help was worse than not working through this issue.
Instead, she’d managed to somehow befriend Jo Andersen. The older girl was currently sitting on the edge of Talia’s bed, chewing a piece of bubblegum and looking her up and down. ”Really?” Jo was asking, raising an eyebrow in surprise. ”You don’t even have one? Tweed, I’ve got a friend that’s terrified of the water and even she owns a swimsuit. We need to change this.” Jo glanced at the clock. ”But I’m not sure we have time right now. Here, we’re heading back to my dorm.”
Talia didn’t have much time to respond before Jo grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door. Even if she did have time to respond, she wasn’t sure if she would have. While she was more comfortable with Jo than most people, that didn’t mean Talia had something to say in response to everything the older girl said. Instead, she just silently followed her on the short walk to her dorm.
Her living space was, surprisingly, not much different than Talia’s, despite the girls being very different. While Jo was loud and forward, Talia was quiet and afraid of confrontation. While Jo was colorful, Talia was rather plain. Both girls had a rather messy area. However, Jo had hockey gear, brightly colored clothes, and a surprising amount of Uno cards on her bed and floor. Talia had books, loose papers, and occasionally writing utensils around.
Watching Jo, Talia carefully moved through the mess to sit in Jo’s bed - in the same position that Jo had been doing in Talia’s room.
Jo tossed some knee pads from her dresser and began pulling open her drawers. Eventually she pulled out a bright green, blue, and yellow swimsuit. ”Stand up,” she ordered. When Talia was on her feet, Jo held the swimsuit up and looking between the piece of clothing and Talia. ”This should work,” she said, tossing it to her. ”Get changed.”
With that, Jo left the room to give the younger girl some privacy.
With Jo gone, Talia changed and carefully folded her clothes up and placed them on the edge of the bed. She opened the door to let Jo back in. ”You look good, Tweed,” Jo said. She dug around a little bit more to grab a towel. ”Here. This one matches real well. And I think those green flip flops you have back at your place will work well too,” she said.
”Are you sure?” Talia asked, speaking for the first time since Jo had arrived to help her prepare for the beach party.
”Sure about what? Dressing you? Yeah. A little confidence goes a long way and I think that’s what you need, kid,” she said. She gave her a smile and her expression as a lot softer than it usually was. ”And what better way to gain that than showing up at a beach party ready to kick butt?” She let out a small laugh.
”Now, we’re gonna head to your dorm so you can brush your hair again, get you some better shoes for the event, and did you want makeup?” she asked. Talia shook her head and Jo nodded. ”No makeup. Got it,” she said. She gestured for Talia to go first, watching the girl grab her clothes and then lead the way back to the dorm where the girls had started their quest.
It wasn’t long before Talia was ready to go and Jo grinned. ”You look great,” she said, offering up a compliment. Sure, Josephine Rae Andersen could have a sharp tongue at times, but she wasn’t an idiot. She knew when people needed something a bit softer than what she usually handed out.
”Now, go text that dude and let him know you’re ready while I get ready for my own day,” she said with an encouraging smile. She waited until Talia had pulled her phone out to text Colton to leave.
”Jo, wait-“
At the sound of Talia’s voice, Jo stopped. She worried, for a moment, that Talia was going to back out of this party. That she would cancel her plans with Colton and just still alone in her dorm all day, miserable.
”Thanks.”
Jo felt her lips curving into a smile. ”No problem, Tweed. You’re like a sister to me.” She gave her a one armed hug and then finally made her way out.
Talia watched her and then sent a text to Colton, heading down to the beach to meet him.
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Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 17:16:19 GMT -5
Vimto Von Schweetz Son of Vanellope Von Schweetz and Hiro Hamada
It wasn’t uncommon for the Hamada boy to be practically bouncing, especially if something exciting was happened or he’d recently been racing. While had hadn’t popped into Sugar Rush for a while (a little too long if you asking Hiso), there was something very exciting coming up.
The beach party.
Sure, he had half wondered if it would still take place with some of their classmates having made the trip over to the Isle. As soon as he’d heard it was still on, Hiso had been looking forward to the day. It was the day of the party - finally - and Hiso was practically bouncing around his room as he dug for a swimsuit.
He pulled open his drawer, throwing clothes out as he dug for what he was looking for. It didn’t take long for his bed and floor to be covered in brightly colored clothing, with a pair of underwear hanging over his favorite picture of the Sugar Rush kids back before any of them were attending Auradon.
After digging through the piles of clothes he’d emptied from his drawers, he finally found what he’d been looking for. He quickly pulled his shirt off and changed into his swimsuit. He was ready to get in the water. While he didn’t look much like a swimmer and hated showers, Hiso loved the water. He loved swimming and was actually pretty decent at it. He could only hope that Cinnabeth would want to join him in the water. He understood that some people preferred not to and he’d even rather be on dry land with her than in the water alone.
She was just a friend, Hiso knew, but he still found himself preferring her over most of the other racers. Hono and Van were exempt from that, of course, and Hiso also found himself close to Sugo. But honestly, he preferred Cinnabeth over Sugo. He - obviously - wasn’t going to tell Sugo that - But it was true. He didn’t even tell Hono that the other racer was very high on his list of favorite people and she was the single person that knew most of his secrets. Of course, he didn’t tell even her the most embarrassing things. Those were for his brain only.
Once Hiso was dressed for the beach, he literally flung his shoes off his feet, only flinching slightly when he heard something break - most likely because it was hit by size 10 Hiso shoes. Oh well. He’d be fine without whatever he broke... hopefully. He was too afraid to go check and see.
Plus, he had someone to meet. At least he wasn’t super late? He was still later than he wanted to be, but that was something he was working on.
It was a surprise. The boy that always wanted to go fast was also almost always late to things. He wished there was something else he could blame it on, but he honestly couldn’t find an excuse for his lateness. There was traffic only worked sometimes. Especially when the place he was trying to get was from his dorm room out of the building.
He really hoped Cinnabeth wasn’t upset at him for being late.
Slipping his feet into flip flops, Hiso rushed out and barely closed the door behind him as he took the steps two at a time. Once he was outside, he blinked his eyes in the bright sunlight. ”Cinnabeth?” he asked hopefully, looking around to see if she was still at their meeting place outside of his dorm.
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Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 17:29:22 GMT -5
Manko Kunak Roca Son of Kuzco and Malina
The young Emperor - or almost Emperor - has been excited at the prospect of a beach party. Not for the beach itself, but for what treasures he could find. And he wasn’t talking about pirate treasure. No, he was talking about money. Moolah. Benjamins. Bank. Paper. Cash. Coin. Dinero. Whatever you wanted to call it. All Manko knew is that he was planning on a lot of it. And he wasn’t going to steal like some of the heathens that attended this school.
He was not a heathen. He was just the son of an Emperor that loved his llamas and wanted to rule the second he got the chance.
Anyway, back to the above point. Manko wasn’t a heathen. Sure, 90% of his classmates were. Much to the surprise of some people he talked to, Manko didn’t get into trouble like drugs or overall stupid things. He wore clothes and didn’t make a fool of himself.
No, he liked to make his money the honest way.
Llama wool sweaters. It sounded dumb, sure, but it made perfect financial sense. He had two (after all, what son of the great Emperor Kuzco would he be if he didn’t have llamas?) and they needed haircuts sometimes. Actually making the sweaters allowed him to waste time when he didn’t want to study or socialize. Then he could sell whatever it was that he wanted to and make few extra bucks.
Plus, his sweaters were pretty darn cute. At least, that’s what he liked to believe. And he’d gotten some compliments on them before. They sold surprisingly well. His sweaters had mainly started as some dumb idea to pass the time, but they had become more successful than the son of Kuzco had ever expected. He couldn’t say he was disappointed by it though. He was actually quite proud to see how his precious sweaters were doing. He even included a picture of his llamas with the sweater. He’d had Llamanade longer, but No Probllama was more spirited than his buddy and deserved a picture as well. He didn’t include bios with the pictures, unfortunately. He didn’t want to overwhelm people.
Not everyone was as proud of his llamas as he was. It was sad, but it was the truth. Some people only simply enjoyed what the llamas provided - warm sweaters made from their very own wool.
Manko liked to believe that his llamas enjoyed their wool going to such honorable products. In fact, he was sure they would make the sweaters themselves in they had the ability to do so. Unfortunately they did not, and they needed to rely on Manko for sharing their gifts with the world.
Yeah, his sweaters were gifts to the world. He’d give them away for free if he could, but unfortunately Kuzco has decided to cut off Manko’s income. Something about having to earn his way to the position of emperor. He was just glad that his father had let him attend Auradon instead of sticking him in Kuzco Academy.
While there wasn’t anything wrong with KA, he knew that Auradon had plenty different people and more opportunities for the Incan boy. Plus, he got to market his sweaters to a bigger audience. They were actually doing pretty well, to be honest. His sweaters sold fine, and he was ready to expand his supply.
What better day to start than the Auradon beach party? He really wasn’t much of a beach person, but he knew his classmates were. That’s why he’d been working for months on his new product - wool swimsuits.
It sounded stupid, sure, but it would come in use when the water was cold. Isn’t that what people complained about? So he’d gone and made 21 - one for himself and twenty to sell. His own was brown and white and it was one of the rare times people would see the boy without a shirt. He wasn’t out of shape, but he was skinny. There wasn’t much fat or muscle on his body and he knew that he wasn’t quite as impressive as some of his classmates. Plus, there was a large scar on his side. Just one more imperfection that Manko hated.
But it was worth it to advertise his swimsuits.
Despite knowing his body was an eyesore when it should be just as perfect as Manko wanted it to be, he wandered the beach proudly, three swimsuits draped over his arm. There was only one made for men left, while two female ones were in stock. The other 17 had sold without issue. He doubted he’d have much of a problem getting rid of the other three either.
Dark brown eyes - deep orbs of melted chocolate, he would describe them - surveyed the beach for his next customer. As he did, his eyes landed on a familiar face. Laurie! His friend. His bandmate. A dude eating egg salad at a beach party. Odd choice in cuisine for sure, but Manko didn’t mind. Egg salad was a good snack and he’d support whatever Laurie wanted to eat. Honestly, he was a bit surprised to see him there, but he certainly wasn’t upset. After a long day of being his charming and charismatic self (after all, how else would he have sold 17 wool swimsuits), relaxing with a pal would be a good break before trying to sell the rest of his supply.
They may be odd, but they were beautifully crafted, each with its own unique brown and white pattern. He wanted to dye his suits to attract a wider customer base, but he loved the beauty of their natural wool. Why would he ruin it so that someone could have a bright green swimsuit that allows them to be seen if they’re far away... Actually, that might make it safer. Then if they drowned, everyone would notice.
Manko himself definitely didn’t like bright colors. He’d much rather hide out in his various shades of brown and white, maybe the occasional red or pale yellow. It worked better with his overall aesthetic and he was very worried about his aesthetic. Everyone else could wear what they wanted, but Manko tended to avoid those colors.
He planted himself in the sand beside Laurie with a bit of a huff, pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes to help give him a more mysterious look, even if the other boy knew him well. ”Beach party, eh?” he asked, finally pulling his glasses up so Laurie could see his eyes. ”If you plan to go swimming later, I might have something that can help.”
With flourish, he dropped the girl swimsuits and stretched out the last male swimsuit he had. ”Custom made from your favorite llamas... Er, well, I’m not sure if they’re your favorite, but they’re mine and this is made from 100% authentic No Probllama and Llamanade.” He gave a small shrug. ”Managed to sell most of my stock, so speak up if you want one.” He sent his pal a playful wink, trying to show him there was no pressure to buy one.
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Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 17:33:23 GMT -5
Caliyah Belle Bete Daughter of Magic Carpet and Mrs. Potts
It was the day of the beach party at Auradon and Cali knew that she and Bay would be going as “adult supervision”. Sure, just because they were older than the high schoolers and had a kid, everyone seemed to think they were adults. Sure, they had jobs and went to bed at reasonable hours, but...
Oh no.
They were turning into adults.
She was just getting back from bringing Cas to her mother’s house, freeing up the day for Cali and Bay to actually enjoy themselves at the beach party. As much as she’d love to bring Cas along, he was still too young to enjoy the beach and she doubted the high schoolers would be very appreciative of her bringing along a baby. No, today was for fun, not being a parent.
She swung the door to their house open, looking around the kitchen for Bay. This was big news that she had to share with her husband. ”Bay!” she called, heading through the kitchen and looking for her husband. When she found him, she leaned against the wall, looking a little too dramatic. ”Bay...” she murmured.
”We’re adults!” she said, her eyes wide as if she had just realized that. ”Like actual adults. With a kid. And jobs. And we do boring stuff and the kids at the party are gonna think we’re lame adults that don’t know how to have fun,” she said, looking a little bit alarmed. Like, she had fun with her husband pretty much every day. Just living with him was fun in her opinion.
But still.
”Bay, we’ve lost our cool factor,” she said, alarm in her voice. Well, she hadn’t exactly been cool when she attended Auradon as a student, but she hadn’t been seen as a lame adult either. ”We need to prove that we’re cool when we’re at the beach party,” she said. They were twenty. They weren’t ancient. They could still be cool.
”I just... had this entire thought after dropping Cas off with my mom... I’m not ready to be a lame adult... even if I wasn’t exactly cool in high school,” she said, looking over at him. She didn’t know why this mattered to her so much, but it certainly came as a shock when one realized realized they were seen as old when they still saw themselves as young. It was just... a weird feeling. She didn’t like it.
”So I don’t care if we’re the closest thing this party has to adult supervision. I say we just try to have fun and not be the loser adults that stop fun from happening,” she said.
She wasn’t much of a partied during her own high school years and had gone to, well, very few, if any, parties. It may seem a little backwards going as an adult if she hadn’t as a high schooler, but Cali wasn’t going to put too much thought into it.
Nah, today was a day - the first day in a long time - that she planned on putting aside the idea of ‘thinking’. She was going to live instinctually today. She was going to be a dumb teenager at some crazy beach party with her equally as young and fun boyfriend. Yeah, she was going back to before the marriage part of their relationship.
Well, in a way, they’d always been married. Not officially until they’d turned 18, but being promised to each other since birth sort of gave their relationship a different route than most took. She was just glad she’d fallen in love with Bay instead of being forced to marry someone that she didn’t love.
She had been looking at her feet for the past few moments, but she finally lifted her eyes to look over at Bay. ”What do you think?” she asked, a little unsure how he’d react to this slightly out of character announcement from her.
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Post by . on Mar 28, 2019 18:45:32 GMT -5
Sebastian Finch Pffffyt Son of Samson and Frou Frou
It was the day of the beach party and Baz was just happy to have something to do. Sure, lounging around in his room was always a good way to spend time, but he’d been thinking about Snazzy more and more since the transfers left for the Isle. He didn’t know what had come of his sister. He just worried.
How long had he debated whether or not to go to the Isle as a transfer so he could find her? For a long time. It was only for Filly and Colt that he hadn’t. He’d miss them, they’d miss him, and he didn’t even want to think about the pain his boyfriend or dog would go through if Baz was murdered or something and never came home.
He wondered if the Isle had any beaches. He wondered if Snazzy had somewhere she could chill with friends. Had Snazzy even made any friend? Despite his distrust of the Isle kids, Baz almost hoped she did. At least then she wouldn’t be alone. Maybe she was partying. While Baz wasn’t sure he wanted her to be getting into trouble like that, at least that was something she’d enjoy.
His mind had been on Snazzy all day, so getting out here with Filly was probably good for him. Of course, right now Baz was only perched on a rock as he watched the cat face off against the ocean. There was an amused smile on his face as Baz watched him, trying to push away the thoughts of Snazzy being sad and cold and alone on the Isle. She should be here. She would love the beach party if she was here.
His eyes widened with slight alarm as he watched Filly tumble to the ground, that image replacing thoughts of Snazzy. When he heard his name come from the fallen boy’s mouth, Baz leapt up from the rock and began a slow jog towards the water’s edge.
See, Baz wasn’t a fan of the water, but at least he reacted better than the cat. He’d for sure gone in the water before and had probably actually had fun at some point in there. Right now, however, he just knelt down beside Filly, looking him over to make sure he hadn’t been hurt in the fall.
While he sure he wasn’t hurt, it only felt right. After all, Filly was we the one that had always been there for Baz when the horse boy was struggling. Plus, without Snazzy there, Baz was even more protective of the ones he cared about. Which at this point was pretty much just Filly. As much as he wanted other friends, Baz wasn’t very good at making them. It had always just been him, Filly, and Snazzy.
”Hey, Filly, don’t worry about the water. Not all horses like the water,” he reminded him. Sure, Filly may not biologically be a horse, but Baz had no doubt he was born with the soul of a wild mustang. He could just sense it within in the boy’s body. ”I mean, Snazzy LOVES the water, but I don’t like it at all. And that’s okay. You only need the water if you’re a seahorse and you’re not a seahorse. You’re a strong and wild mustang, free of any restraints anyone tries to put on you,” he said, smiling brightly as he looked over at the boy, flopping into the sand beside him.
”Plus seahorses are losers. They aren’t real horses like us,” he said, shifting in the sand to nudge Filly. ”Y’know, we could just? Chill on the sand? Crack open those sandwiches we bought? Play frisbee on the beach?” he suggested. He could feel the sand leeching into his dark hair, so he lifted his head folded his arm underneath it to act as a pillow.
”I’m up for anything,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment and letting the sun beat down on his bare chest. He needed a tan, but he knew he was more likely to end up going home tonight with a burn instead.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 29, 2019 12:18:37 GMT -5
Staccato Seaver son of sassy and figaro
He was safe. Everything was okay. He was back on dry land. He was okay. He was okay. He was okay. The water wasn’t going to get him. The water wasn’t going to pull him under and drown him. He wasn’t going to face a bleak, watery grave today. He was going to live to see another day. Another day in which he could face the water all over again, look it straight in the eyes and tell it to screw itself because he was about to conquer it and all that inhabited its dark, frightening abyss. Yeah, you hear that, ocean? Go suck it. Go suck on some really sad and pathetic sea cucumber or urchin. Actually, suck on that urchin and then choke on its pointy self. See if he cared because if you choked on that urchin he was going to laugh at your misfortune. He was going to laugh so hard and enjoy himself so much that nothing would ever bring him down. Never again. He was always going to be on some sort of high because he effectively told the ocean to suck it, and it sucked it.
Man, that had felt good to say. Or, rather, think. He hadn’t said that out loud. Actually, he could. He was totally going to say it out loud.
Pushing himself up to where he was sitting down on the beach rather than laying flat on his back, Filly narrowed his blue eyes and shot a glare full of extreme hatred toward the ocean that had honestly done nothing to him, but he still held a grudge toward it. ”Go suck it!” He shouted at the ocean right as he reached out and grabbed the first thing he got his hand on. This happening to be a seashell, he threw his arm back and then let go of the seashell once he had the right momentum for a good enough throw. He was so sure he had thrown the seashell right into the ocean, but instead he watched in embarrassed silence as the seashell faltered in the air and simply landed right back onto the beach without even making it remotely close to hitting the ocean. Well, he had always heard that it was the thought that counts. Hopefully, that applied to this situation as well. Maybe that was something he could ask Baz at some point.
Wait. Baz.
He could now hear somebody coming over his way, and already he was sure it was his horse boyfriend. After all, he had just shouted his name, and Filly knew that there was no way Baz would just leave him there to fend the ocean off all by himself.
With that thought in mind, Filly turned to look over his shoulder, a smile pulling at his lips when he realized that he had been right. The smile soon faded and was replaced with pursed lips from thought when he heard what his boyfriend had to say and he sighed, turning to look back at the ocean. ”But what kind of horse spooks that bad over water? You don’t like the water, but I’m sure you wouldn’t cause a scene like that,” he huffed as he crossed his arms across his chest, blue eyes now narrowing as he gave a second glare out toward the vast body of water that lay only a few feet away. That last part of what Baz had to say did cheer him up, though. He was a strong and wild mustang, wasn’t he?
He was going to comment on that until he stopped himself, not sure if he heard the horse right or not, but either way he was somewhat confused and had to ask about it anyway.
”Plus, seahorses are lobsters.”
See, he was sure he heard that wrong, he was really sure he had heard that wrong, but maybe he hadn’t. Maybe there was the small chance that Baz really had just sat there and told him that seahorses were lobsters.
After a moment of sitting there in silence and sort of disregarding everything else his boyfriend had just said, including the thing about getting out the sandwiches, which Filly was honestly excited about the sandwiches, but this whole “seahorses are lobsters” thing was really getting to him and he needed to ask about it right now.
No longer wanting to sit around in confused silence, Filly looked away from the ocean and back to his boyfriend. ”Did you just say seahorses were lobsters?”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:19:59 GMT -5
Merlion Sumnar Son of Merlin & Witch Hazel
As Cleo made herself comfortable in Merlion’s arms, he sent his familiar a look. No words were spoken...mostly because it might seem weird to talk to his cat in front of the cow, but words didn’t need to be said out loud for him to send a message to the cat. They were most definitely going to talk about this later.
When they had less of an audience.
Cleo sent him a look in return. The look of a smug lion trapped in the body of a cat that got exactly what she wanted. Oh they were definitely having a talk later.
Looking back up to the cow, Merlion was about to say something to it when just like that the cow shifted back into a human, doing so with such little effort it was like watching a cat nap, and for a moment there all Merlion did was stand and stare, unmoving as where once stood a cow was now a handsome cowboy greeting him.
That’s when realization dawned upon him. He had been right, this wasn’t some random cow it was a man, a man that could beast out with the ease of an actual animal. That’s when a grin inched it’s way up his face, curving his lips upwards as he let out a victorious cackle. ”Aha!” He shouted, a gleam in his eyes. ”I knew you weren’t a real cow!” He explained, pausing for a moment as he thought of something else, cupping his free hand around his chin. ”Well I mean, you are a real cow, but not a cow cow, you’re a human cow, like the other animals that were humanized,” Merlion rambled on for a bit, instantly jumping back to his large, impish grin as he looked at the cowboy.
”Point being, I knew it, and I was right,” he continued, adjusting his grip on Cleo as he talked. ”How were you able to stay in your animal form for so long? You didn’t seem to be emotional or anything, so it couldn’t have been based off of your current emotional status, it was like you controlled it, which isn’t something a lot of animal-people can do, is it?” He asked, head tilted to the side as he circled the man, a curious glint in his eyes. ”It’s almost like you were using magic...” Merlion trailed off, pausing for a few moments before finally sticking his free hand out to the other man. ”Merlion Sumnar, son of the amazing Wizard Merlin,” he introduced with a curt nod of his head. ”I believe I’ve seen you in a few of my classes?” The son of Merlin questioned, leaving his hand out for the other man to shake.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:24:49 GMT -5
Carmelo Rivera Son of Dante & Collette
Walking with a decent amount of his family to the beach party probably should’ve calmed his nerves. However for once Tony’s talk of magic tricks and the twins quiet, judgmental muttering as they passed other people by didn’t hold the same sort of easy, background noise comfort that it typically did. Which was probably on account that he would be seeing his new girlfriend at the party today.
Berlin.
He hadn’t had much luck in the romance department since his last serious relationship, and that...that one didn’t exactly put him on the best track record. What if this relationship ended in the same way? What if Berlin changed her mind about wanting to be with Carmelo after hearing some stories about the fiery plane crash that was his previous relationship?
Was it weird that they hadn’t shown up together? Did Berlin think that was weird? What if they was what made her decide that there were better fish in the sea than him? Or what if the actual fish in the sea at the beach were what really got her?
”Caramel, you alright there?”
Tony’s voice dragged him out of his spiraling, overly worried thoughts as he looked back to his cousin. The dog-space rabbit girl’s pinkish red eyes were trained on him, a frown on her face as she kept pace with her cousin. ”You zoned out and totally missed Linus falling on the ground.”
In response to that, his uncle spoke up from where he was, dusting off his swimming trunks. ”Just for the record, I didn’t fall, I was tripped, and Antoinette, it’s rude to point out when someone falls down,” Linus corrected her, nose pointed towards the air as he avoided looking at her.
Liberty chuckled in response, nodding along with her arms folded. ”Yeah, the polite thing to do is to just fall over with him,” she joked sarcastically, nodding her head for the group to continue on. ”Now can we hurry up? I wanna get to the party before all the good snacks are gone.”
Which honestly, snacks were a very good reason to get to the party first. Carmelo was totally gonna sneak some off of people’s plates, it would be awesome. ”Right, sorry guys, I guess I’m just a little nervous about seeing Berlin again,” Carmelo explained with a small shrug of his shoulders.
At that, Linus grinned and walked over to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. ”Oh I see, you’re having romance problems,” he said and sighed. ”Do you need some advice from your uncle? After all, I happen to be in a relationship.”
Liberty snickered, nudging her twin in the ribs. ”Yeah but you can’t even understand your own boyfriend half the time,” she retorted, sending him a narrowed look.
Instantly Linus lifted his arm off of Carmelo’s shoulder to glare at his twin sister. ”Hey, I’m working on it, and at least I have a boyfriend, no one else here does,” he snapped back at her.
At that point, Carmelo began to tune them out, focusing on the crowds of people as they finally reached the party, eyes finally landing on Berlin. She looked really good, and Carmelo was pretty sure that if he had a tail, it would be wagging by now.
Muttering a quiet goodbye to his cousin, aunt, and uncle, padding off towards his new girlfriend, stopping once he got close enough to her. ”Hey here, Berlin, you look great!” He greeted happily, smiling over towards the dog-cat girl.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:29:17 GMT -5
Robin Buck Son of Rabbit & Lucky Jack
Honestly, Jacques wasn’t all that big on parties. Sure he was down for one every now and then, specifically if it was at his house. Parties like that drove his dad crazy, and there was something all too enjoyable about that.
Yeah...he was a bad son.
Anyways.
The whole point was that he didn’t like parties unless they were under special circumstances and this was one of those times. It was at a beach, and beach meant sand and sand meant he could burrow himself into said sand and nestle up and pretend to be a sand worm or something like that.
Now that was reason enough to go to any party right there.
Plus he would be going with Honey and that was always a perk too.
Even if he was currently just talking to two of his fellow Hundred Acre Woods friends outside their dorm room, instead of actually going to the party.
In his defense, hearing about Pika’s dreams was actually pretty interesting. Most dreams? Boring, total drags. Like Jacques didn’t get fun dreams. Instead he had dumb dreams about him constantly weeding yet the weeds just keep growing back, like a disease or something like that. Those weren’t fun dreams. Once he did have a dream that he was being chased by a ginormous carrot that wanted to eat him instead of the other way around but that was about as cool as his dreams ever got.
Not like Pika, the son of Piglet always seemed to get the fun dreams.
Way more fun than Jacques ever did.
”So what was your dream about last night?” Teddy asked, eyes wide as he stared across the hallway at the pig boy, clearly eager to hear about the latest dream adventure Pika had had. Jacques didn’t blame him, he was pretty curious too.
Pika looked up at the two of them, running a hand through his piglet pink hair, taking a shaky breath. ”Last night it was about a war, everyone was fighting each other and we were on different sides...Teddy was dead,” he added, glancing towards the son of Tigger and Kanga.
Teddy instantly placed a hand over his chest. ”Dead?” He asked in a squeaked out voice, going pale at the thought.
Pika nodded solemnly in response. ”Dead,” the pig confirmed, looking down. ”It was scary, I’ve had a few war dreams before but not like that, I remember this one so clearly-“ At that point he was cut off by the flowery chimes coming form Jacques phone.
Instantly both Teddy and Pika looked at him with narrowed looks crossing their faces. He chuckled softly, pulling out his phone. ”Sorry guys, that’s uh, that’s Honey, she sent me a text,” he explained, glancing down at his phone to see the text he had gotten, reading it over quickly. ”Sorry guys, I’ve gotta go, I’m meeting Honey before we go to the beach party,” he explained, looking back up to Teddy and Pika. ”Hey, are you two going to that thing?” Jacques questioned.
Pika instantly shook his head, lifting his hands up as if to push someone away. ”Oh no, I’ve had too many drowning dreams to go anywhere near large bodies of water anymore, I think I’m just going to stay in and sketch a little,” he explained quickly, glancing towards Teddy for a moment to see what he said.
Teddy grinned. ”I’m totally going, there’s gonna be a lot of people there that I know and I wanna play volleyball, that’s what tiggers do best, you know,” he said with a quick bounce of his feet.
Jacques nodded in understanding, already starting off. ”Right, well I gotta go, see you there, Teddy,” he said, pausing for a moment to point over at Pika. ”Try to get some sleep or something man, you look tired,” he added and just like that he was off, jumping down the stairs and searching outside until finally Honey came into view.
With a smile, the rabbit boy began to walk over to her, pausing behind the bench to lean down and casually drape his arms over the side of the bench. ”Hey,” he greeted her suavely, running a hand through his golden locks of hair.
Because he was obviously, very cool and therefore had to greet her like the cool guy that he was.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Mar 30, 2019 3:31:01 GMT -5
Laurent Leclair Son of Lumiere & Plumette
As the sand somehow found a way in between his toes, Laurie did his best to ignore it in his effort to find some seashells or something. There had to be some along the beach floor, and if he went far enough - as far away from the actual party as possible - then maybe, just maybe he’d have some luck and find some. Then he could bring it back and clean it up and add it to his nature collection.
It wasn’t much, his nature collection at home was way better. But he typically only was there on weekends...so technically yes, today, but the seashell would be for his school nature collection, and not for his home one. Besides if he went home with a seashell he would definitely get bombarded by his parents asking him why he wasn’t at the party, socializing with friends as if that was the only thing worth doing in life.
Now Laurie could understand that socialization was important for the human being. However he was technically a candle-feather duster...human. If King Beast could still “beast out” - the man coined the saying himself anyways - then his parents were stuck doing the exact same thing. However instead of turning into a majestic beast of Mother Nature like their king did, his parents turned into a living candle and feather duster. Talk about living the life.
As for Laurie?
There was a reason he had learned to control that part of him.
no one deserved to see the sickening hybrid creation of a candle and a feather duster.
That just wasn’t a pretty sight.
Laurie wouldn’t wish it upon his most mightiest of enemies.
Like Merlion. That guy was a jerk - and he littered too, which was a much greater offense than just being a natural born jerk if you were to ask Laurie - but not even he deserved to see what Laurie turned into when he got the pleasure of experiencing beasting out.
Nobody wanted to see what a sentient candleduster looked like.
Not even Laurie did. In fact, the first time he had beasted out he had been in the bathroom, crying over the loss of his pet ladybug and just like that, it happened and suddenly instead of looking at his tear stained, little face, Laurie had come face to face with a monstrosity in the bathroom mirror.
Naturally, he had screamed at the sight and had needed his mother to comfort him until he finally shifted back.
It was on that very day that Laurie vowed to control it, just so he never had to look at himself like that ever again.
He hadn’t seen his beast out form in eight years since then. Those were easily the best eight years of his life.
Giving a small shake of his head, Laurie continued on with his seashell search, as it was the whole point of him getting up from his blanket in the first place.
Besides, it was better not to linger on beast out forms, sometimes it just led him down too dark of a place and suddenly he was remembering what he actually looked like as a candle-duster and that just wasn’t something he liked to do.
Seashells were much more interesting anyways.
Finally finding one, Laurie kneeled down on the ground to pick it up, examining it for a few moments. It wasn’t very big, though it was pretty. Spiraled and round in design and like, powder blue in color - from what he could tell, anyways, there was quite a bit of sand in the way - over all it was rather pretty.
Laurie smiled softly at it, tracing his finger along the spiral etched into the outside of the shell. This was why nature was so amazing. Seashells were just one of the many wonders of the world around them and Laurie was happy that he could be apart of it, even if it was just a small, insignificant part in the big scheme of things.
Sort of like this seashell here. It was small and easily unnoticed by those around him, yet even still it held wonders inside and outside it that were perfectly unique to this specific seashell.
Just then, a voice behind him startled him out of his internal seashell rant.
Jumping ever so slightly, Laurie cupped the seashell in both of his hands to make sure it didn’t fly out before he turned to see who had actually bothered to speak to him. ”Oh, hello Manko, I didn’t know you came to beach parties,” he greeted his friend. Though of course it made sense, Manko seemed like the type to enjoy parties.
Falling quiet for a minute, Laurie listened to Manko talk, his welcoming smile soon turning upside down as he realized what his fellow bandmate was trying to do. So, placing the seashell down for a moment, Laurie folded his arms and gave the Incan boy a pointed stare. ”Manko, are you trying to sell me one of your llama wool swimsuits?” He asked, an unimpressed look on his face.
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