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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2018 21:05:08 GMT -5
Sanura Negasi daughter of scar
The coppery tang of her own blood filled her mouth. It should have been something that made her recoil, should have been something that made her flinch away, but it wasn't. It was something that enticed her. She wanted more of it, wanted to keep tasting that tangy flavor. It was the lion in her that craved the liquid. Or was it? Could she really blame the lion that raged inside her? By this point she probably couldn't. Lions weren't natural killers of humans. They didn't naturally crave the flesh of those two-legged creatures. They preyed upon wildebeest, zebra, antelope...but not human. The ones that did prey upon human were injured, lame, sick.
Sick.
That's what Sanura was. In body she was healthy, as healthy as an Isle descendant could be. But in the mind she was sick. There was something wrong. It was a weakness. Weakness was bad on the Isle. Weakness was what got you killed. Sanura knew she was messed up, knew she was ill, knew she was weak, but she still had a will to live somewhere deep down in herself. For now at least. For now there was still that instinctual drive to survive. Those who knew she was weak were capable of using that to destroy her. Maybe that instinct she could blame on the lion inside.
Something snapped in her when the realization that somebody was still with her. Somebody was aware that she was weak, and unlike it being Addie who saw her breakdown last night, this person with her now was an enemy, somebody that couldn't see her as she was right now. It was like the fact that Claude was trying to help her slipped her mind in the moment.
A low growl came from the lioness as she staggered out of the chair she had been placed in and wobbled for a moment as she got up on her feet. Sanura felt her lips draw back in a snarl, unnaturally sharp canines stained with red gleaming in the dim light. With her one good eye she located Claude as she rummaged around in the cupboards to find the Night Howler that Sanura kept stashed. That was an enemy digging through her things. Digging through precious items. It was like watching a hyena steal the carcass of a zebra that the lion had worked hard to take down. No, this wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all.
Another growl came from the lioness, this one sharper and deeper, more than a warning. Sanura flung herself forward, attempting to launch herself at Claude, but in her current state the only thing she accomplished was running into the nearby wall, the force of her hit and then falling to the ground rattling some nearby boxes and items. While pain shot through her at the collision, it could have been a lot worse, especially considering her multiple wounds at the moment. She would probably have a rather nasty bruise or sore where she had hit, but nothing that Sanura couldn't handle. It did at least stop her from getting any further, the lioness slipping down and staying there on the ground until Claude came to help her.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be weak in front of her. Maybe not.
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Some time later Sanura was there against Claude, the daughter of Scar letting out as close to a purr as a lion could. While she still felt twitchy and agitated in the sense that she felt like she needed to be doing something, Sanura was rather placid compared to what she had been earlier. She even seemed...sane. Seemed more like her self. She was more like that reckless, unpredictable captain that she was known to be around the Isle.
A low huff escaped the lioness as she leaned forward, nudging Claude with her nose. "I can't right now," she murmured, her chest hurting when the words slipped off her tongue. Sure, she wanted nothing more than to keep the de Vil girl around for as long as she possibly could, but now that she was back in a better place of mind she had been able to remember what she needed to be doing today. Sure, she could add Claude do that to-do list of hers, but it would have to be quick, and right now Sanura wanted something slow, something that would last. She couldn't get that right now, not when she had to attend a gang leader meeting before the day was over with. Or...or perhaps she could get Claude to stay and when the meeting was over with Sanura could come back to the captain's quarters with the de Vil girl waiting for her. "I can't," she repeated slowly, chest throbbing with hurt once again. "I have to leave soon."
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2018 21:05:36 GMT -5
Jenny Wilde daughter of nick and judy
See, summarizing was important. Just by doing a simple summary of what Hal had just told her he had opened up once more and was giving Jenny even more information than what she had been given earlier. See, kids, listening and summarizing was important.
As Hal went on to explain and talk to her more about what all was happening with his life and everything, Jenny continued to write in her notebook, trying to put in as much detail as she could all the while keeping up with what he was saying. It was a lot easier to say things than write it all down so Jenny had to be quick about her writing. Luckily she didn't care about neat handwriting. As long as she could read it when she needed to then everything was fine and dandy with her.
It was in the middle of writing down a few notes - adding in the part about how, to Hal, Schmee still felt so real at times that it was hard to imagine he was actually dead - when she picked up on something. Maybe it was because she was just so used to picking up on those emotions that were deemed as negative, but it didn't take a lot for her to realize that he was on the verge of tears. That was to be expected. Crying was a natural response to something like this, especially when it was the first couple of times, or just the first time, opening up about something as deep as this. Losing a friend, a close friend, wasn't easy, and while Jenny had never had to deal with the death of a friend or a loved one so far, she could only imagine how hard it would be. She was sure she'd be devastated for years to come as well.
While Jenny wouldn't want to disrupt a session over anything, she could see that helping Hal out if he actually did start crying was important. Perhaps it wasn't "professional", but Jenny set her pen and paper to the side and pushed herself off the bed. "Here, let me get you something," she remarked, letting him know that she wasn't just leaving him after he had spilled his heart out to her. It took but a hop and a skip over to the nearby dresser for Jenny to stop and reach up, grabbing a box of tissues that was conveniently there. She walked back over and hopped onto the bed, handing the tissues over to Hal with a smile. "Don't be afraid to use any if you need them. I won't judge you for any emotions you display, and to be honest, it would be weird if you didn't cry."
Now with that established Jenny picked her notebook and pen back up, returning to the task of listening to the pirate as he continued with his thoughts and feelings.
As the son of Captain Hook went on and on about everything, Jenny found herself fixating on something that brought even more emotion out of Hal. It was important to look for the subjects and topics that brought out heightened emotions, or emotions that were more heightened than others. Topics that changed emotions, and it seemed like Jenny had just found that.
When Hal apologized, Jenny shook her head. "No, no, this is what I want. I accept your apology, but say what's on your mind, okay?" Then she cocked her head, a question coming to the tip of her tongue. "If you don't mind me asking, can you tell me why you think nobody else cares about Schmee?" Hopefully that would open up the conversation some more, keep it going, and it would possibly give Jenny an even better idea on Hal's thought process and how he saw others and how he thought of their actions.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2018 21:06:01 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
In just the few days that Earl had known Basu, he had learned one thing about him. Well, he had learned quite a bit, but there was one thing that really stood out - Basu was amazing to hug. He was just so soft and warm and didn't feel all bony like other kids did. Not that Earl had a problem with bones, he totally didn't, but it felt different to hug somebody who was from Auradon, felt like there was more to hug. The canine hybrid like that. He liked that a lot. There was a moment in which he wished there was even more of Basu to hug, but instead of getting stuck on that he decided that there was already a perfect amount of Basu to hug.
Everything was perfect with the hug until Earl heard the unmistakable cat noises coming from Basu. Then the hug just got even more perfect.
Earl pulled back from the hug just a bit so that he could look right into Basu's chocolate brown eyes with his dull yellow ones. A laugh spilled from him and merriment danced across his features in plain sight. "Basu, Basu, I like those noises," he chuffed, more laughter following those words. The hyena-jackal hadn't registered that the noises were because of stress, and if he had he probably wouldn't be laughing about them, but Earl knew none the better and found the cat sounds to be adorable. They were very Basu-ish, and that's what Earl liked about his boyfriend. He was very Basu-ish and Earl was quickly coming to love Basu-ish things.
Still thinking about those vague feline noises, Earl made an attempt of some of his own, but of course they came out weird. First, Earl wasn't a cat. Second, he wasn't stressed out. What came from him was some odd soft howl-laugh, a fine mixture of a jackal's howl and a hyena's infamous laugh. It was definitely not what Basu sounded like, but hey, Earl had tried. He even laughed about his own noise after, pressing against his boyfriend in a tight hug once more. "You should teach me how to make those noises just like how you teached me to purr," he mused, eager to learn as long as Basu taught him. See, if Basu was a teacher at Serpent Prep then perhaps Earl would be tempted to go more.
Even though he had been the one to end the hug, Earl was already craving another one. He liked that close contact with the leopon, enjoyed being there against him. But he held back, wanting to make sure the Auradon transfer was okay and was feeling better.
He cocked his head when Basu spoke up, saying that they didn't know a whole lot about one another. Sure, he was beyond glad to hear that the feline was feeling better, but if not knowing a lot about each other was what bothered him then that could easily be fixed, right? "I'll tell you everything about me, okay, Basu?" Earl started, relieved to know that the solution to fixing Basu's freak out was as simple as telling each other facts about one another. "I'll tell you everything you want to know, aha! I can tell Bala and Khari too, yeah," he chirped, having not forgotten that they were here for Earl to get to know Basu's family.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Aug 18, 2018 22:09:08 GMT -5
Colette Sabine de Vil Daughter of Cruella and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
Collie finally pulled away from the hug, feeling that maybe hugging him for too long in the halls would be awkward, her mind already singling out the random, scattered students that were giving the two of them weird looks. As she pulled out of the hug, she moved her hand as if she were going to ruffle his hair - an affectionate motion towards the boy she saw somewhat as a younger brother - before she clearly thought better of it, clearing her throat and dropping her hand.
"I haven't really met anyone yet, if I'm being honest here." Which, she was. She couldn't lie to the colorful cat boy. Only tell half-truths if she would rather keep it to herself. "It's strange, really. I haven't seen a single transfer in three days; the Isle isn't that large." Yes, because you are a radiant social butterfly, Trash Panda. You've clearly given your utmost best effort, 100%, to run into the transfers and meet them. When you could hardly be bothered to keep up with most of your friends. Clearly, the transfers are hiding.
"I bet they'll all enjoy your scarves, though." She promised, giving Charlie a small smile. "I guarantee it." The hug seemed to have a positive effect on the blonde, and she found herself easing up a touch.
Her compliment on his scarves wasn't superficial - she genuinely loved his work, and more than one scarf of his was in her closet at home, along with a sweater or two. It was hard to dislike the friendly, fluffy cat boy, and despite her best efforts, Collie couldn't deal with being less than friendly when he was around.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Aug 18, 2018 22:40:36 GMT -5
Del Hilda Grimhilde Daughter of the Evil Queen and the Huntsman
Del's hand went to cover her mouth as laughter threatened to appear. Mo's awkwardness was funny, especially since it involved Eric, and Elfie's comments just kind of pushed her self-control over the edge, and she had to fight hard not to laugh at the bearilla girl.
She shouldn't laugh at Mo. She should be thankful that Eric went after someone likable, instead of some brainless idiot. Mo was a good person, a great doctor, and, as Elfie had made obvious...
...an endless goldmine of hilarity.
If there was actually one out there, God bless Morrigan Artio.
After she composed herself again, a grin still planted on her face and her dark blue eyes narrowed slyly, she got to the business at hand. Teasing her brother's girlfriend - yes, Mo, you've already been upgraded as far as Eric's sister was concerned, deal with it - was all well and good, but she had places to be, and work to do.
"If you're not too busy, then we could test it now? Just don't use it on your dominant hand." This warning was necessary. When she'd tested the serum herself, her left hand had been useless for forever, which was severely inconvenient.
She gestured for the bearilla doctor to follow her back up the steps.
"Watch your step, Mo.~ Don't want you tripping again."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 19, 2018 11:13:58 GMT -5
Charles Winston Alexander Catt Son of The Cheshire Cat & Felicia
It was a sad moment whenever anyone pulled away from a hug and just for the briefest of moments, Charlie’s first thought was to pull Collie back into one. However he refrained from doing that on account of telling himself to let Collie decide how long the hug would last, she had chosen and now the hug was over. Which was still a little sad. Collie’s hugs were nice and warm, like hugging a soft, safe pillow. He could probably hug his friend all day long if given the chance.
Looking up at his friend as she pulled away, Charlie offered her a smile, eyes flicking up to her hand as she moved it near his head. Instinctively he flinched ever so slightly. Really it was hardly visible at all, but all the same the flinch was there, though it wasn’t as if Charlie had really even noticed it himself and instead continued to watch as Collie’s hand moved away from his head without ever really touching it, a curious look sparking in his yellow eyes as if questioning what she was doing.
Still though, that would have to be a question for another day. They were having an important conversation right now about important things like the transfers and making them “welcome to the Isle” scarves. A very important topic indeed. ”I could introduce you to some of the transfers if you’d like, Collie. The ones I’ve met have been friendly, and I bet they’d like you,” Charlie offered happily. If the problem here was that Collie hadn’t met the transfers that could easily be arranged.
Thanks to his little adventure the other day with Tierney, Charlie knew where they lived - no wait that sounded creepy - he knew where they were staying while here on the Isle. It wouldn’t be hard to show Collie the place so she could meet some transfers as well. Maybe they could pick up Fausto on the way, he had wanted to meet more of the transfers as well, hadn’t he?
Pausing at the compliment about his scarves, Charlie let out a pleased purr, reaching up to pull at the purple and pink knitted scarf wrapped comfortably around his neck. ”I hope so. It’s important to stay warm here on the Isle, they could all use some good and warm scarves.” Sweaters too if he could ever get around to making enough sweaters for all of the transfers to have their very own. It was doable, it would just take time. Time and enough money to buy enough yarn to actually make them. Scarves were easier and less time consuming, they could come first and then later on Charlie could make a project out of making all of the transfers some nice sweaters like he had done for everyone on the Isle.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Aug 19, 2018 12:05:49 GMT -5
Colette Sabine de Vil Daughter of Cruella and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
The flinch might have been miniscule, but it was still there, and the blonde had noticed it.
Guilt boiled in her stomach, and she fought the urge to apologize. Had she scared him? Did he think she was going to hurt him? That was a little paranoid for a train of thought from Charlie, but Collie believed it, and feared that, once again, she'd screwed up and overstepped her bounds.
She kind of faded back into focus once he started speaking again, and she realized he was asking if she wanted to meet the transfers with him. Going to their shack? The blonde felt a sense of dread at that encounter. Meeting an entire cabin full of strangers would be tense and awkward, even if she did have Charlie there to ease some of the strangeness.
"M-maybe, Charlie, although I'd have to find the time..." She trailed off, trying to find a viable excuse to not meet all the transfers at once, and immediately felt bad. The striped ball of fluff was trying to help her, and here she was, trying to throw it back in his face.
The mafia boss immediately tried to change her tune. "But think of this, maybe we can go after you've made them a couple scarves, give them a big surprise?" That sounded less rude, and felt more like a compromise. Charlie got his visit to the transfer shack, and Collie got her time to even process being that outwardly social. She tried to smile to the cat boy, a tense, tight-lipped smile, and tried to convey that she didn't mean any offense by her earlier reluctance.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 19, 2018 17:12:04 GMT -5
Charles Winston Alexander Catt Son of The Cheshire Cat & Felicia
Collie’s reaction wasn’t exactly what Charlie had been expecting. She had made such a big deal on not meeting the transfers that he had been sure she would want to meet them. Maybe he had been wrong? Had he upset her? She looked upset. Charlie paused for a moment to look his friend over as she shrugged off the idea of going to see the transfers today. Compared to how relaxed and calm she had been only moments ago, it wasn’t hard to guess that something had obviously changed. Even as the topic circled back to scarves, Collie remained stiff...distant.
That pretty much screamed “you messed up, cat boy” in body language.
Despite not moving, Charlie seemed to shrink a little inside his sweater. Collie was upset with him, the change in behavior had been easy to pick up on, and despite Collie’s attempts to change the topic to something a little bit easier than the transfers, the rigidness to her posture was still there. He’d messed up somehow, hadn’t he? Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear his father hissing out at him. ”Look at what you did! Oh are you going to cry now, kitten? Cry one more time and I’m throwing you out to the strays you seem to like so much,” the voice of the Cheshire Cat crooned out to him, laughter spilling out after each word.
Charlie shrunk a little further.
He had disappointed him-her, he meant her. He had disappointed Collie somehow and that just wasn’t okay. Maybe the offer had been a little too much for her. After all, not everyone could handle groups of people as well as others could. Even he had a few problems with crowds here and there despite his friendly nature. He could fix this though, yeah this was easily fixable.
So, managing not to cry, Charlie looked back up at Collie, eyes glancing from her and back to the floor a couple of times. ”Sorry...I didn’t mean to upset you, we don’t have to go see the transfers, I just thought it might be kind of fun to hang out again, we don’t do that very often anymore, maybe I can try to find a transfer here instead?” Charlie suggested, brightening up a little. ”Then I can introduce you to just one transfer, yeah! Then we can go back to see the others when I have some scarves to give them!” Charlie agreed with her idea, letting out a small purr to show that he was both alright and pleased with the idea. That seemed like a better option than just showing up at the shack to say hi to them.
He’d been stupid to suggest such a thing in the first place, this was much better.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Aug 19, 2018 18:07:33 GMT -5
Colette Sabine de Vil Daughter of Cruella and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
Oh no. Oh no no no. Now Charlie was about to cry.
Mind racing, Collie tried to rectify the situation. She still wasn't particularly keen on meeting all the transfers at once - that seemed ridiculously overwhelming and it'd be so awkward that she'd probably flub it, somehow, some way. She didn't have to be psychic to realize that this encounter would lead to disaster. But Charlie was one of the few friends she was allowed to have left, and she couldn't chase him off like this. He'd wanted to spend time with her, and she'd ruined it.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"You...you didn't upset me, Charlie!" Collie rushed out, shaking her head quickly. "All the transfers...well...they just seem like a lot of strangers at once to meet." The blonde frowned for a moment. That didn't sound right. "...a lot of strangers to meet at once." She tried again, seeming satisfied with this answer. "You're right. Maybe we can find a transfer around school to meet, though? There are a few of them here today, right?" She had...no idea whether the transfers actually attended school or not. She assumed they did, but since she hadn't met any of them, that was all it was: a guess.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 26, 2018 15:59:03 GMT -5
Henry Algernon Hook Son of Captain Hook & Red Jessica
Everything had been alright until that moment. The words repeated in Hal’s mind even after they had left Jenny’s mouth.
Why did he think no one else cared about Schmee?
Why?
Something seemed to have snapped in him at that question and the tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks had been replaced by a steadfast and fierce anger. ”Why? Because when he died, I had to fish his body out from the docks, because Sanura sent him to his death, because no one argued with San about it, no one took Schmee’s life into consideration, because even after he died, no one pointed a finger at Sanura or either Collie or Claude, because Schmee’s life-Schmee was expendable to everyone else,” Hal snarled out the word with enough viciousness to counter that of a half starved wolf protecting the last of its meal. ”They thought of him as expendable. They never thought about him, or how much his life meant to others, how much he meant to me,” Hal fixed Jenny with a cold stare, his words bitter on his tongue.
”Sanura sent him into Hell Hall knowing he wouldn’t make it out of there alive, she had to know, and she didn’t care,” Hal stressed out the words carefully, slowly trying to reign in all of that anger bubbling just underneath the surface. ”Those de Vil girls didn’t care when they shot him. They didn’t care that they had just taken a life,” they didn’t care. They tossed him away like he meant nothing. Even thinking about it started a fire within Hal that wouldn’t soon cease. ”Serpent Prep didn’t care either. Not a word was spoken on how unfair Schmee was treated, how his death wasn’t his fault. They never mourned, they never stopped to think about Schmee, our Schmee, my[/i| Schmee and how he didn’t want to die, how he shouldn’t have died...there was just...nothing,” despite his best efforts not to let it happen, his voice broke at the end as he looked away from Jenny, reaching for the tissues, anger fading away.
Hal shook his head, gulping back any attempts of his voice to break again. ”They just...they just kept living, as if Schmee’s death meant nothing to them...as if his life meant nothing to them. The-the rest of the world kept on going.” He hadn’t. Sure perhaps some of the other crew members had mourned for a day or so, but they had moved on far too soon. It was like Schmee had never even existed anymore. That the rest of the world had forgotten about his entire existence, that Hal was the only one left that still held onto his deceased friend, gripping onto his memory like an anchor to keep himself from straying too far away. The rest of the Isle had already moved on from the death of Samuel Schmee.
Hal hadn’t.
At this point he wasn’t sure he ever would.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 26, 2018 16:01:37 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
It has been a stressful few days for Basu.
First there was the whole jazzercise incident that had ultimately lead Basu to the Isle. Then there had been actually arriving and getting used to living in utter garbage. Then there had been that whole thing with Wormy that still didn’t quite settle right with Basu, and then after that things only got worse the second he had met Earl.
That’s not to say that Earl was causing all of these problems for the panther-lion, actually Basu thought it quite the opposite. Earl had been the beacon of light among the confusion and chaos of the Isle. Sure he had been the cause of some of the problems Basu had dealt with on the Isle thus far, but nothing quite so severe that they turned Basu away from the hyena-jackal. It just left time for adapting to it all. That didn’t change the fact that ever since Basu had arrived on the Isle his life had gone to the dogs, but it did mean that he wasn’t doing this alone.
He wouldn’t have been doing it alone in the first place considering Bala and Khari had also come to the Isle. But having Earl beside him was different. Earl was different and despite the rather stressful days the son of Bagheera and Vitani had been having, Earl had a way of calming Basu down so quickly it had to be some form of Isle magic.
Having finally calmed down from his small freak out, Basu had been enjoying staying in Earl’s comforting arms, melting into the hug so easily it was a wonder he didn’t just fall into the hyena-jackal and send them both rolling to the floor. Honestly Basu probably could have stayed there all day long.
However apparently Earl had different plans.
When his new boyfriend pulled away, Basu took a small step back, trying not to miss the warmth Earl’s hugs brought. ”...The noises?” Basu repeated, thinking back to what Earl might’ve meant. The stressed out cat noises? That would make sense, even if Basu couldn’t quite remember making those noises. With a small huff, Basu reached a hand up to scratch at the back to his neck, shrugging his shoulders back slightly. ”Right uh, I don’t think those are noises I can actually teach you,” he explained lamely. It might not have been the best explanation but it was true. Basu might be able to teach Earl how to purr, but cat noises were a little different.
Looking back to Earl, Basu blinked at the suggestion. It was that simple huh? Just tell everything there was to know about each other, to each other. That was it? It seemed like such a simple solution and yet Basu found himself smiling at Earl anyways. Maybe simple was the answer to his problems this time. Maybe not everything had to be over complicated. A small chuff escaped him. It’s that simple, isn’t it?” Basu questioned, shaking his head slightly. Of course it was.
Smiling over at the son of Ed, Basu folded his arms. ”Well in that case, I guess it’s only fair if I tell you everything about me as well,” he decided, figuring that maybe simple wasn’t all that bad after all.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 26, 2018 16:03:02 GMT -5
Charles Winston Alexander Catt Son of The Cheshire Cat & Felicia
Charlie watched as Collie reassured him that he had not upset her. As much of a relief as that was to know, a part of him still couldn’t help but feel like he had done something to upset her, hence her change in behavior. But at least she didn’t seem too torn up about it right now. Maybe things actually were okay? Charlie was going to go with that. He liked it a lot better when things were okay instead of the times when things were clearly not okay. Luckily that didn’t seem to be this time.
So he smiled warmly up at his stripe buddy, hiding behind his scarf and sweater just a little. ”Are you sure? I don’t want to upset you...” Which he probably would if he kept pestering Collie about this. But a little extra reassurance never hurt anyone, and at least in Charlie’s case he knew that it would help. Upsetting Collie was something Charlie never wanted to do. She was his friend, one of his oldest and closest friends at that. He’d hate himself if he had done something to upset her.
Luckily that wasn’t the case this time around and instead Charlie was able to put his focus on other things, like finding a transfer here at the school and introducing them to Collie, and perhaps even himself since Charlie was positive that he had yet to meet every transfer that had come all the way from Auradon to their little Isle. Who knows, maybe they could both find a new face wandering the school halls and introduce themselves to them, now that would be fun. So Charlie offered the mafia boss a wide and happy grin. ”I bet if we work together we’ll be able to find a transfer or two real fast, and then we can say hi and get to know each other!” That way he would know what kind of scarf to knit for them in the first place.
After all, it was incredibly important to have every scarf be unique and personal. Strictly made for the person Charlie was giving it to. Every scarf had to be perfect, and to do that he had to know enough about the person to knit them the best scarf they’d ever have...hopefully, Charlie didn’t actually know anyone else that liked to knit as much as he did, so maybe his scarves really were the best.
If that, well then Charlie wished the best for whoever did make the best scarves. Maybe they’d even make a scarf for Charlie one day, that would be nice.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 10:21:13 GMT -5
Krunk Delakronk Son of Yzma and Kronk
Krunk was more than pleased when his boyfriend enjoyed the omelet as much as he did. The large boy grinned from ear to ear then returned to eating, so his boyfriend could as well. Being as large as he was he went through his food rather quickly. There was still far too much, but at least Krunk would put a decent size dent in it. After his plate was empty he filled it again and continued to eat.
"Do you work tonight?" He asked, his mouth half full with sausage.
Krunk hoped he didn't, so then Arlo could stay with him longer, but if he did Arlo would have to go home and then work. Sometimes it felt like they never spent any time together and other times it felt like they were inseparable. It wasn't hard to guess which one the son of Yzma and Kronk preferred. He enjoyed his time with Arlo more than anyone else. Krunk wasn't big on the whole gang thing, so the rivalry hadn't been a thing for him so much. Other than when his sister dragged him into the mess. Falling in love with Arlo had been so easy for him, even if Zizi said it was forbidden, but that hadn't stopped him from going almost every day to his work and talking to him, finding any excuse to run into him. A lot of people thought he wasn't that bright, but he managed to devise a whole plan to build a relationship with the cute boy from the chip shop, so how dumb could he be?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 10:57:26 GMT -5
Claudette Delphine de Vil Daughter of Cruella
She'd known it was too good to be true. The simple words had dragged her right out of her haze and into reality. Whatever wonderful high she'd been on was ruined. She felt heavy and unhappy, just like she had before finding Sanura stumbling on the docks. "Always her." She whispered and pulled away from the lioness.
"You will always pick her over me."
Claude knew exactly why Sanura had to leave, or rather who she had to go see. The girl jerked away from the other's touches. "I can't believe this. Well actually I can." Her voice got louder and harsher with every passing sentence.
"I can literally throw myself at you and you still pick her." She accused and stepped backwards, needing to get farther from Sanura before she did something she'd regret. Claudette rubbed her eyes hard, getting rid of the tears.
"I'll always be second best to the girl who will never love you like I do-did." She quickly corrected herself, making it past tense instead of present, even though she did love her. She would always love her. Even when she hated her.
Claude tugged her clothes on and her hands trembled. Sniffling slightly she forced herself to not look sad, just angry, but the the disappointment was hard to hide. There she was falling into her old patterns. Drugs. Sanura. How could she be so stupid? She had a son to take care of. A son who this girl had forced into growing up without a father. The fact she had even considered any of this made her sick to her stomach. It turned and turned in her stomach. Claude's arm thrusted out to catch herself on the wall. The NightHowler wasn't helping the situation any either. A whimper left her as her eyes slammed shut before taking a deep breath of the too salty air and pushed herself upright again.
"You push everyone away Sanura. You ruin everything you touch. You're going to end up all alone." Her voice was soft. Claude didn't have the energy to scream at her anymore. She felt like she was crashing. "Collie will never love you. Not after what you did to Richard Ratigan." It took everything she had not to spit his name in her face. "Give Collie her truce. Do something right for once, then leave us alone forever."
Claude turned without another word and left Sanura there. How could she have been stupid enough to fall into this again? All she wanted to do now was go shower and stay holed up in her room with her son.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2018 18:43:09 GMT -5
Jenny Wilde daughter of nick and judy
Even now as Hal’s emotions turned into a harsh anger, Jenny didn’t cower back. She didn’t even bat an eye, instead she sat there, as still and as attentive as she had been when the boy first walked in asking if they could talk. She did her best to keep a straight face, to not show any kind of change in her own demeanor, but as he went on it was all the more apparent that this was what she wanted, this kind of powerful emotion was something she had wanted to see. All of this just showed how important this was, how all of this made him who he was in his current life. He may be Captain Hook’s son, but right now he was a lost boy, somebody who seemed to have lost their way because of something tragic that had happened, and in Hal’s case it was the loss of his friend - perhaps even the loss of somebody who had been more than a friend.
While there was something like excitement bubbling up inside the little rabbit-fox girl, there was a sense of something else, a feeling that she couldn’t quite place. Disgust perhaps? Sorrow of her own? She knew that the Isle was going to be different from Auradon, very different, but just knowing that a kid, somebody around her own age, had been brutally murdered in such a way didn’t settle right with Jenny. She had known from her last talk with Hal about Schmee, that he had died and everything, but she had never really been given any specifics. Isle life was hard, she had known that even before coming here, and she wanted to change that. Or she at least wanted to give these kids a chance. A chance to have something better, a chance to prove to themselves that they didn’t belong here. Sure, she hadn’t expected full on brutal murder or anything, but she should have. Even if she knew that these kids weren’t anything like their parents, they still had a different set of rules that they followed, and sometimes when driven to the extreme they would end a life. It was a dog eat dog world here, and to survive sometimes you had to do anything you could. Yes, Jenny still didn’t have the entire story, but a life had been lost and now a life had been affected by that. What she cared about was helping the one who was still alive find peace, and if she could do that then she would believe her work here was done.
After that little spell of thought right there, and Jenny reminding herself that she was here for Hal and not here to think about the morals of right or wrong in a place where wrong was right and so forth, the daughter of Nick and Judy took a moment to gather her thoughts, to gather everything that Hal had just said. It had been a lot, and there had been a lot of emotion involved, but she could do this. This was why she had come to the Isle, to help people like Hal. To show to them that they were worthy of Auradon and to show Auradon that they were more than just the spawn of villains.
Even though this session was supposed to be about Hal, even though every session was supposed to be about Hal, Jenny had one response to Hal’s outburst. One simple question. ”What do you think Schmee would want you to do?” Sure, the question was still somewhat technically about Hal, but it was tying Schmee into it now. It was turning this session into more than just Hal, but turning it into Hal and Schmee, like they were both here together right now. And, perhaps in a way, they were. From what Jenny had gathered, where ever Hal was, Schmee went. So maybe, just maybe, this was a session not between two people, but three.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2018 18:43:38 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
Weird noises from Basu were always a good thing, right? They were funny sounding and really cute, even if they were from stress or not, but of course Earl had no idea the true reason behind the noises, he just enjoyed hearing them. He could probably sit around and listen to any noise Basu made all day. It was like listening to the little chattering noises that Sanura or Njeri made sometimes, just those nice little lion noises. Basu’s noises were different, of course, but not too different. It was obvious he wasn’t completely lion, but that didn’t matter, not to Earl. In fact, he preferred his boyfriend’s feline noises over any other feline noise he had heard from any of the Serpent Prep cats. Maybe he was a bit biased because the son of Bagheera was his new boyfriend, but who could blame Earl? Who wouldn’t be biased over their significant other?
He had to admit that he was a bit put down when Basu mentioned that he didn’t think he could teach Earl those particular noises. Perhaps they were cat-only sounds, which made sense, he supposed, but if a hyena could purr, then why couldn’t he make other cat noises? ”Maybe you can try to teach me later, okay?” He asked with a smile on his face. He would go on about it, but right now there were more pressing matters at hand, even Earl could see that.
The canine hybrid tilted his head at Basu’s question. ”Why wouldn’t it be easy?” He came back with his own question, and while his head was tilted in such a way that suggested something might be wrong, there was a warmth in his yellow eyes. Telling each other about one another wasn’t hard, was it? It shouldn’t be. ”Not everything has to be hard,” he teased the Auradonian, one of his signature laughs slipping off his lips as the words came out.
When Basu agreed to share everything about himself, Earl gave one of his happy wiggles and even a purr-like yap slipped off his tongue briefly. ”What do you want to know about me, Basu?” He asked, very excited by now. He was going to learn all about Basu! That meant more Auradon stuff, didn’t it? And he was going to learn all about his leopon boyfriend and then Basu was going to learn all about his hyena-jackal boyfriend. Oh, this was great!
”What are you gonna tell me, ahahaha? What should I, ahaha, tell you?” Earl asked, bounding around the leopon, giving those happy little wiggles that were highly reminiscent to a dog wagging its tail. ”I can tell you that I was born on September 47th!” Yes, Earl, because that day existed. ”My favorite color is brown, and my favorite food is crab! But I really like that chocolate you give me,” he added happily, still smiling at his new boyfriend. ”What about you, Basu?” Earl then asked in turn, eager to hear what the leopon had to respond with.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2018 18:44:09 GMT -5
Blossom Negasi daughter of bellwether and doug
This was a dangerous topic, anybody would know that whether they came from Dragon Hall or Witch School. Even now, over a year later, the topic of Richard’s death still made Blossom freeze in her tracks. She had known the guy, he had been part of the mafia, and while she had never personally known him, she had thought highly of him, had found him to be a rather pleasant guy. For a second there she felt like a traitor - no, she was a traitor. Instead of going to Collie or Claude or even Somesh about her situation, she had gone to Sanura. She had simply turned her back on the mafia and ran straight to the enemy. They were going to hate her for that. They probably already hated her for that. Sure, she didn’t really have any true friends in the mafia, or anywhere really save for her little siblings, but her dumb self should have went to somebody in her own gang first. But they already had so much on their plate...and she wouldn’t have been able to fit in with the Witch School coven. She didn’t have any magic, or at least neither of her parents were magical beings. They were simple sheep and nothing more. Ugh, she was sure nobody in Dragon Hall would want to see her again. Not only had she run off to the enemy, but she had went so far as to marry the brother of Serpent Prep’s leader, the reason behind so much damage.
...No. She didn’t feel guilty for marrying Zane. Not when he was the first person to really treat her with warmth and respect, the first person who treated her like more than just somebody who had a job to do. Not that her siblings treated her like that, or treated her harshly at all, but she was thinking about people around her own age. Looking into this feline blue eyes of the lion, Blossom knew that this was one thing she didn’t regret doing. She regretted a lot of things, but not Zane.
She was pulled out of these thoughts when she felt her husband’s lips press softly against her own all before she was pinned up, arms going above her head. She wanted to go out and tell her siblings that she was no longer part of the mafia, but she supposed having a little morning fun with her husband first wouldn’t hurt. Not when she was already invested in this, and especially not when he was already undressing her.
Already melting and reacting to his touches, the sheep arched herself forward, already craving more of his attention and touch. ”Zane…” She breathed, now her mind on only one thing and it involved just her and her husband.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2018 18:44:46 GMT -5
Sanura Negasi daughter of scar
For a brief moment Sanura felt confusion run through her veins. What was Claude talking about? There was no other person she was picking over her. Right now it was just her and Claude, Claude and her. It was the two of them and that was it.
Then it hit her like a pile of bricks.
Sanura shook her head, reaching out for the de Vil as she jerked away. ”That’s...that’s not what I meant,” she started, panic rising in her chest. With the Night Howler in her system she could better comprehend everything that was happening, and she was more relaxed than she had been earlier, but that didn’t stop her from experiencing emotions in their raw form. Right now there was panic. She was about to lose Claude. She had to set things right. She had to make things right. She couldn’t lose Claude, not again. ”This is for gang business, nothing else, you should know that, right?” Even if the de Vil twins weren’t on good terms the leader meeting between the three gangs was something anybody would know about, especially to those who were higher in rank in their respective gang. ”I’m not picking anybody over you, especially not her,” Sanura practically whined, not sure if she could bear watching Claude walk away from her. She had messed up, had really messed up in the past with Claude before, but this time she wasn’t at fault here, was she? She had no choice but to attend this meeting, and if not for Collie, then for Eli. While not aware of the Grimhilde’s feelings toward her, Sanura believed Serpent Prep and Witch School to be on relatively good terms- as good as two gangs could be with one another. If this was anything else she would forget all about it just to be with Claude, but even the lioness knew how important this meeting was. This wasn’t just about her and Collie and Eli, no, this meeting was about getting everybody who deserved it off this Gods forsaken island and over to Auradon. For Sanura that’s all it was, and Claude was making accusations that were simply wrong.
With the help of the Night Howler, the pain from Sanura’s fresh wounds were dull, perhaps even nonexistent in this moment where her mind was only on one thing - Claude. She got to her feet and attempted to walk forward. She wanted to stop Claude from leaving. She wanted to get everything situated before it turned into something even worse. She had to get Claude to understand that she was first, that Sanura wasn’t leaving her for good. She would be back for the de Vil later, so why couldn’t she understand that?
For the most part Sanura was relatively calm, but that calm only lasted for so long, especially after Claude brought up a certain somebody.
A low growl slipped from the lioness as she turned her now narrowed gaze on the other woman. ”Oh, and you’re so innocent,” she hissed, venomous sarcasm dripping off the words. ”I can admit to what I’ve done, but what about you?” Dragon Hall wasn’t the only gang to have lost a member in the last year due to cold-blooded murder. Death was something that happened in every gang, something that happened all over the Isle, but murder? That was different. Oh yes, Sanura had murdered more people than she could count, had made meals of them too, but those kills had been to protect her gang, to protect herself, to protect those she cared about. She knew killing Richard had been a mistake, had been in cold-blood, and she knew she deserved whatever came her way because of it, but what had happened was done. She couldn’t go back and stop herself from killing the man. Did the memory still haunt her? Almost every night, but she tried to keep herself from showing the true effects it had on her. Was she successful? Of course not. Last night and this morning was one of those slip ups that Sanura knew she had, but despite it all she did her best to lead her gang, and she was going to do her best to get them to Auradon even if it killed her in the process.
While her stance and gaze only showed a cold anger, a warm longing raged within her. It tore her apart to see Claude go, to walk out of her life again. Even if it had only been for a few minutes or a few hours - honestly, Sanura wasn’t sure how long they had been together for the day - watching the de Vil go was like reopening old wounds and letting them bleed her dry. It tore at her, caused her to want to collapse on the inside, but on the outside she remained steel cold. There was no sense in letting herself get too worked up over this, could she? Not when Claude was right. Not when she knew nobody would ever love her the way she loved. There was nobody out there that would place their affections upon the daughter of Scar, and while a small part of her wanted that to be wrong, the larger part of her knew that it was true. And it cut her deeper than a knife to realize just that.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 2, 2018 14:19:11 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Though Basu was quite sure that he couldn’t teach Earl any of the grumbly cat noises he had made only moments before, he couldn’t help but smile a little when Earl asked if he could at least try. It was endearing in a way. Maybe it was a little strange, how fast Basu’s feelings for the hyena-jackal had shifted. The first day he had met him he had been certain Earl was going to be a man he despised for the rest of his life, the second day Earl had changed from an annoyance and constant headache, to someone actually rather...pleasing to be around, and then today, only on his third day of actually knowing the Isle native, his opinion had already shifted from considering him a possible friend, to crushing on him - though, given his track record, none of this was all that surprising - to actually dating him.
It had been a busy day. Long too, by now it seemed like morning was just a vague memory, like it had happened two and a half months ago, or maybe even longer like five and a half months ago. Okay maybe that was stretching it just a little, but it really did feel like today had gone on for months and months, instead of merely the first couple of hours during the day. Actually, what time was it by now? Much later in the day, he knew that much at the very least. Oh well, it wasn’t all that important for now.
So Basu turned his attention back to Earl, offering him a small smile. ”Maybe I can try to teach you, though don’t expect it to work,” he told him regarding the cat noises. Maybe he could teach Earl to purr, but teaching him out to make actual cat noises was pushing it just a little. Unless Earl was secretly part cat, there was nothing Basu could do there.
Then Earl began to explain his philosophy and part of Basu couldn’t help but feel partially called out when Earl teased him on making everything difficult. Quickly his face flushed with embarrassment, a feeling he was much too accustomed to by now. Okay so maybe Earl knew him better than he expected. Basu could admit that he had a tendency to...over complicate situations, but it didn’t seem right that things could truly be “easy” like Earl claimed. There was always something lurking in the corner waiting to lunge out at you and yell “surprise” making you fall back flat on your bum every time you thought someone was going right for a change.
But maybe things weren’t actually quite as complicated as Basu made them out to be, maybe simple could work for a change. Slowly his shoulders relaxed as he looked to the hyena-jackal, eyeing him curiously for a few moments. ”No, I guess not,” he agreed softly. Maybe he should try to follow Earl’s philology here and have something be simple for once.
Moving on to the topic of what to actually tell each other, Basu listened to Earl as he listed off random facts about himself, however Basu paused when Earl mentioned his birthdate. ”Earl that’s not a r-“ Basu stopped himself. Why ruin his birthday for Earl? Maybe Basu could pry the actual date from someone else later. Earl mentioned he had family, hadn’t he? Maybe when Basu eventually met them, he could ask for Earl’s real birthday and celebrate it with him then. For now though, he wouldn’t argue with Earl’s apparent birthday on September 47th.
However when it became his turn to tell Earl about himself, Basu froze. Maybe telling each other everything about themselves wasn’t such a good idea after all. Basu had an awful lot of stories he could tell someone about himself. Like that time he had almost gotten into a fight with Dhoruba Grant and the only way to prevent getting beaten up by the pretty zebra girl had been to cha-cha his way out of it. How was he supposed to explain that to Earl? Or the time that he had starred in Bala’s weird movie thing as the edgy bad boy, how did he even start with that? There was also the time he had gotten stuck under the stairs, or the paint time, or the chocolate eating contest, or heaven forbid: jazzercise.
There was no way Basu could admit all of those things to Earl, he’d ruin the relationship. Earl would realize what a failure at life that Basu was and decide he didn’t want to deal with that mess. Basu wouldn’t blame him either, he’d do the same thing to himself. Though Earl had already experienced Basu punching a locker, fighting Kakamora, and running into a wall. So maybe he wouldn’t actually mind all the stories that Basu had about himself.
Though, even Earl had teased him before, maybe not the same type of teasing as Basu had experienced before, but it was still something. Confessing to all of his antics was like asking to be teased mercilessly by anyone in the area. He couldn’t do that. Though maybe there was a way he could still tell Earl about himself and just slowly lead up to the...ehem interesting things and act as if they’re not near as big of a deal as they actually are. That could work right? Yeah, he could do that.
So Basu cleared his throat. ”Well, I was born in the jungles of India on a stormy Sunday morning on November 18th, 2001. Bala was born that day as well, though she claims she was born a whole seven minutes before me, though I sincerely doubt that,” Basu explained with a small huff and a roll of his eyes. Sure Bala claimed to be the oldest twin, but what did she truly have to back up that claim? Absolutely nothing, that’s what.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 18:56:08 GMT -5
Marlene Azalea Olympia Child of Poseidon and Nyx
The mint haired girl plugged the hair dryer into the spotty outlet, and flicked the switch to on. The air came out slow, as if there weren't enough power coursing through the machine. Sighing she picked up the hair brush, which was missing over half of its bristles, and yanked it through her sopping wet hair. Brushing her hair was a pain. She genuinely hated it. Being the goddess of fog and shadows wasn't all it was cracked up to be, especially when her idiot uncle forced her from her brother and shoved on this god forsaken Isle. Marlin. Her sweet Marlin. Her twin. Her better half. The so called good egg of the two of them. Ha. As if. He caused just as much mischief as she had.
Turning off the hair dryer, which wasn't actually helping anyway, she unplugged it, to prevent her entire vanity catching on fire, again. Marlene opened the drawer and dropped the hair dryer in before pulling out a small wooden box, a black M scorched into the top. Her fingers traced the letter slowly. Most assumed it was M for Marlene, but it was M for Marlin. Pushing the first dial to M, then the second to A, and the last to O. Marlin Albacore Olympia. A tuna fish. Marlin was named after a tuna fish and she never let him live it down where they were young. He got two fish names and she got a pretty flower. Marlin hated the teasing, but he always made sure to come back quickly with. "Well I am named after a great fish, you're named after me." Which, he wasn't wrong. Her father wasn't exactly creative. After all, both of their initials were MAO and her first name was just the girl version of his. Way to go Poseidon, really stepping up that name game. Of course, he couldn't hear her.
When she was younger her father would be able to speak to her from the sea through their minds, but now, with that barrier, she heard nothing. No matter how often she called to him or Marlin. No matter how hard she tried. She was alone, utterly alone. Well beside her Hades cousins. She had them. And Nessa. Her darling boyfriend. He was perfect in every way but one. He was a mortal, which meant she was going to have to watch the love of her life die. Yes. Love. She loved him, which was something she didn't take lightly. They kept it all a secret. No one knew about them, at least, not really. There were rumors and speculation, but as far as anyone knew she was still sleeping with whoever, whenever. Which she was. Kinda. She slept with Zane just last week. One has to keep up appearances. Vanessa had to be protected. She didn't have powers here. She couldn't let anyone know, not even Zeus, her trash piece of an uncle, that she loved him. He had all these rules about getting with mortals and procreating with them. Even though he broke that rule left and right. If Zeus found out she was with a mortal, emotionally, then he would be smited right off the fricken planet. Vanessa wasn't safe, so she had to protect him in the only way she knew how, being an adulterous harlot. She couldn't tell Vanessa why she wanted to keep their relationship a secret, well she could, but how did she get him to understand the sleeping with guys thing? He would never believe her. Especially not if she outright told him it had been going on their entire relationship. Her boyfriend would break up with her, hate her, leave her alone on this Isle. She honestly didn't know how she was going to tell him. Especially now that Zane was married off and couldn't sleep with her now. She at least trusted him not to go bragging about his last lay in the streets, that would require effort on his part. Hopefully, Frollo would keep his mouth shut too. Eragon would, now that he had that Auradon girl to fawn over. He'd probably never said anything before. But only because he had no one to talk to. Maybe he said something to Claude, or his cat, whatever his name was. Maybe she should swing by the Slim farm and see if West was still available. It had been a few weeks since she'd wandered into his bedroom late at night.
Looking down at the picture inside the box, surrounded by a few little trinkets she frowned and lifted up the little piece of paper that had seen so many tears and fits of anger and had survived the vanity catching on fire. Her thumb brushed over their little cherub faces. Marlin and Marlene. The cutest set of twins Olympus had ever seen. You know unless you ask Zeus who claims his twins are better. Marlene rolled her eyes, an almost instinctual thing at every thought of her uncle. She really hated him. Make him mad one time and he ships you off to a land of mortals. Like okay. Dramatic much? Suggest one time that you should become Goddess of the Sea and take over for her father and he trips over some patriarchal beliefs and falls into the land of being an a*s. His little rant over how a God needed to rule the sea and not a Goddess, as if it made a difference. Like okay Susan. I really need to stop hanging out with that de Vil girl. Marlene shook her head and placed the photo delicately into her box and locked it once more before returning it to its rightful place.
What time was that date? It was tonight right? As if by fate there was a knock on the door. Crap. She jumped up hurried over to the door and took a deep breath before opening it and smiled at him. Her Vanessa. Her adorable, handsome boyfriend. She leaned against the rotting door frame and grinned, "Hello darling." She took his hand and dragged him into her little shack. "How could I forget when I am spending time with you?" She teased and kissed his cheek before winking and turning away from him and heading over to the purple curtain that covered the doorway to her room. "Just let me get dressed." She opened the curtain and dropped her towel as the curtain swished behind her, hiding her naked form from him, but how could she not take the chance to tease him a little. After all they'd never gone past kissing, like they made out in her bed for five minutes but her shirt never even came off. Now that was a travesty. Shirtless makeouts with the cute butterfly boy in her living room would have been a lot of fun.
A few minutes later she walked out dressed in well, barely anything, her usual attire. The body formed black dress, cut out in the back in zig-zag patterns, with a zipper up the middle, extreme cleavage in the front, so neatly tied up at her throat. She looked stunning as always, even with no make up and slightly damp hair, that would dry before they even got to the club. Which was of course her suggestion for dinner and dancing. Marlene was a goddess, both in appearance and legitimately. She slid on her stappy black heels, and zipped them up the side before walking over to him, the nice Auradon shoes tapping on the worn wooden floors, missing all their garnish. Being cast to the Isle after living in Auradon meant she was one of the best dress girls on the Isle. She of course left none of her belongings there, meaning she kept her entire wardrobe under lock and key here. Marlene wasn't materialistic, but she liked her clothes, though she'd outgrown about half of them, those she had bartered for other things she needed like food and stuff. If she was going to be forced on this hunk of rock then she was going to look her very best, even if it was only to make Zeus realize he couldn't bring her down.
Marlene paused a few steps in front of him and turned around, as if parading herself for him. "How do I look?" She asked, a genuine curiosity in her eyes. Anyone else? She never would have asked. No one elses opinion had ever mattered to her before him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2018 19:23:35 GMT -5
Eragon Grimhilde Child of EQ and Hook
Being the loner Grimhilde sucked sometimes. No one ever expected you to actually go out and interact with people. So when your 8,000 siblings find out you have a date, with an actual living breathing person, they put on some big show.
I just had to be born to the most dramatic family on the Isle didn't I? He grumbled to himself about it the entire trek up to the shack, which Del had offered to walk with him, but he knew it was only so she could size up her baby brother's girl. Eragon rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his raven black hair. He was nervous about this date. Why Elaine agreed to go on a date with him he will never know, but he'd count the blessings when they presented themselves.
Arriving at the shack came way faster than he thought it would. It took like 10 minutes. Didn't it normally take longer than that? Eragon chewed his pale pink lip slowly, hesitating. How many random transfers were going to come running to the door if he knocked? Too many. He was sure of it.
Social situations were one of the things he never could do. How do you even interact with strangers? Especially a lot of them at once? Taking a deep breath he took the last few steps to the door and knocked on the shacks door, fingers crossed that it was his princess that opened the door instead of one of the several other transfers. My princess. A weird fuzzy feeling swelled up inside him at the title. Elaine Pendragon. His. A smile broke out on his face, a rare commodity, yet never with her. She always made him smile.
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