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Thinking about Andy brought a wolfish grin to his face. There didn't seem to be much trouble there, but damn; what a tease she was! Messing with his mind like that; she acted like she hated them, then when they were alone she kissed him, and then the next thing she was going on a date with--a scrawny little child. He thought he had seen the twins (and boy was he surprised when the two of them popped up in the library) at least a few times hovering around Andy, but he didn't really remember faces unless he actively wanted to. He sauntered over to their table, pushing aside the students sitting directly in front of Andy and squeezing himself in. The act earned him a few glowers, but he had learned long ago to ignore what everyone thought and focus only on what mattered; himself. He didn't even notice the looks that came his way as he disrupted the entire seating arrangement of that side of the Gryffindor table. "Where's the date gonna be?" were the words out of Lily's mouth as he arrived on the scene. Frowning, he slammed his hand on the table to get their attention. He didn't want to hear about the date that Andy was going on later tonight, unless it was to hear how much it had bombed or how it was just a ploy to make him jealous. Other than that, he didn't want to hear about it. "There are more important things than Andy's date with the eleven year old clones." he said, and turned his frown into a broad grin without even blinking, staring right at her. "Time for my victory speech. And following; your sentence." he said. {{ Short and changed his color lmao. Sorry gaiz it took so long D: for some reason lately I haven't been able to make any posts in my older RPs, only new ones that I've never poasted in. lmfao. I have so many left to make D: I'm going away tomorrow and I'll be back on the 11th!! }} |
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Everything was settled, then. It was spring break in a week, and she had informed the professors she worked for and the students she that she wasn't going to be available for the whole week, and had finished up all of her outstanding work. She loved to travel, even if it wasn't far; there was something marvelous about going to a new place, especially when you knew you had your comfortable home to come back to. She was so excited that it was hard to stand the fact that she wasn't leaving this minute. Whenever she made plans, she wanted them to happen immediately--patience was a virtue never acquired for Elia Korowsky. She looked at the clock hanging up on the wall; Apryl should be back soon. The two graduate students from McGill University lived in a well sized apartment together in Montréal. The two of them had cushy jobs, and through her work at the university she earned extra compensation on top of the experience she received working in classrooms with undergraduate psychology students within MU. It was a two bedroom apartment with the bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor, and on the first floor was a study with an entrance to the cellar (which was only used as storage for it was far too dirty and creepy to be used for anything else). It included a kitchen but no dining room, and a spacious living room bridging the two rooms on the first floor. They had worked hard to make it livable; while Elia was not a very clean person, she did like her house to at least be messy rather than dirty. It was all white as painted before they had arrived, but there were paintings and posters hanging up, and simple but elegant furniture scattered about in a practical manner. A few days ago, when discussing ideas for how to spend their spring break, Apryl had brought up the fact that her older sister was living in New York. She had been to the United States plenty of times in her lifetime; why, they only lived a few hours from the border! But New York--oh, she had never been to New York. It was on her list of places she wanted to travel to; she had a map hanging up in her room set on a cork board. She had mini pushpins color coded; places she wanted to visit, places she had visited, places she had lived, and where she wanted to live. New York was one of those places with a green pin, marking somewhere she had wanted to visit. More specifically, New York City. She would have to figure out the locations of all the places she wanted to visit; she was not the type to lounge around on her vacations. Even when she had gone somewhere tropical, she never understood people who just wanted to sit on beaches for the entire day, for the entire vacation; you had to see what was going on in different places. You could go to a beach any old coastal city, but doing things like hiking in a rain forest or going snorkeling or sky diving--now there were things you didn't do every day! She got up and ran into her bed room to grab some papers she had to work on. She figured she would bring some of her own homework to NYC with her so that she could work on it during break, but she didn't figure she'd get much done, so she wanted to have as little as possible to come back to. She still had a week, and so she didn't know everything she had, but she still needed to get caught up on her other work. Whatever she could get done now, the better! Flopping down on the couch, she groaned and flipped her head over the back of the couch. "Do not waaaaant" she said. Maybe she wouldn't bother trying to grade papers just yet. She put it down on the coffee table at her feet and stood up again, walking into the kitchen and pulled a pre-made dinner out of the freezer. She liked to cook, but for the most part she was just too lazy. It was pretty late, anyway; she had a late lunch after classes, and now she just wanted something no-fuss and no clean-up. Popping it into the microwave, she got out a fork and started beating a rhythm on the counter top with it. When the microwave beeped, she grabbed out the meal and almost dropped it. Too hot! Grabbing it with the towel she brought it out into the living room and put it down on the coffee table, avoiding the paper. Tossing the towel back onto the arm of the couch, she turned the TV on and sat down cross legged. She surfed around to find something worth watching while she waited for her food to cool off. She wanted Apryl to get home soon; she was bored, and wanted to discuss their future travel plans. She wondered if maybe her friend that worked at the international airlines could get them a good price for their ticket--or maybe a free upgrade! She wondered if she should call them, or if that was just taking advantage of their friendship. Shrugging, she tucked into her food and watched an American show. She was mostly fluent in English, but it got a bit rusty when you didn't use it every day. She preferred to speak in French, but if they were going to New York, she'd have to brush up on her English. Excited all over again, she felt like going and packing for the trip now. |
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Tonight was the night; he had been trying to find a way to break up with her the past week, and finally he just had to man up and get it done with. Tonight was the night; he had psyched himself up for it. Finally. He wanted to take Penny out somewhere nice before he broke it to her. He hoped that it was like in the movies, where if you went to a public place, there was less of a scene. Knowing Penny, however, he knew that there was no predicting how she would act. Despite her supposed attention to her public face, she tended to do whatever the hell she wanted. Although he was a physicist and one of Sheldon's bosses, he was not like the other guys. He was a few years older, for starters, and not as socially crippled as they seemed to be. He had grown up in a competitive household in which social graces were heavily drilled into his mind from a young age. Being the best meant being well-liked at school and in the "real world" after school, having many friends and a good social network, knowing people in high places, getting good grades in middle school high school college and graduate school, getting a better job than most, etc etc. He was fastidious in his appearance, and without trying hard managed to stay as on top of trends as he had to be. He was not unnecessarily awkward, had little problems talking to women, and generally knew how to have a fun time. He was a smart guy; when needed, he could bullshit his way out of things. This wasn't his first relationship (nor, he hoped, his last) and not surprisingly, he had not been dumped by all of them; actually, he was fairly picky. His relationships didn't always last very long. He wasn't exactly sure why; maybe he just needed to find someone at his own speed, like another scientist or something. Someone who would understand that he couldn't always go out when she wanted, or couldn't always be available on the phone, and didn't necessarily want to do all the things she wanted to do....all of the time. Terence liked nice things, however, and it was always hard for him to part with something he wanted. Even though he didn't have amorous feelings toward Penny, he liked her as a person and enjoyed the exhilaration of walking through a crowd of average joes and seeing how they eyed him with envy. Well, it was only a second of envy because really, they were eyeing Penny, but still--he loved making other people jealous. Okay, so maybe that's not exactly the voice of a philanthropist, but hey--you have to admit you like knowing you have something that people envy you for. For him, to most people at least, that was the attentions of a lovely young lady. He didn't want to just give that up; thus, his current dilemma in deciding to break up with her. He didn't want to dissolve their relationship completely, nor did he really want to give up the sadistic pleasure of rubbing it in other people's faces. He saw the looks that Leonard gave Penny. He looked like a sick puppy. It was, actually, a bit revolting. If the man wanted her that much he should just pursue her instead of staring holes into her head, but maybe that was just Terence. After getting ready, he stood back in front of the mirror. He was wearing a nice pair of black European fit pants and a -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An hour later found him outside of the apartment complex where Penny, Leonard, and Sheldon lived. He had been friendly with them before, but ever since he started dating Penny he had spent a lot more time with their group. They were a fun group of people that really understood his situation, and to whom he did not have to explain everything when he wanted to talk about math, science, or computers. He went up the stairs following behind someone else, and rolled his eyes at the broken lift. Would they ever fix it? He made his way up the four or so flights of stairs to their apartments. He glanced over at Penny's door and knocked. When there was no response, he knocked on the boys door. "" |
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"TEXT" More than five years ago, Everett Tulley of Apartment 43 Quarry Hill Road, had fallen into a rather rigid pattern. Earning a job in a chemistry lab where he got to work on the development of many new ecologically friendly materials (ranging from glue to wood varnish) when he was fresh out of college, he had started out in the third shift working from midnight to 8 AM. It was far from glorious; he slept during the day and was up eating breakfast when most people were sitting down to dinner. Luckily, after a few years of working his way up through the company and working through graduate school he had finally received his PhD and now worked his own choice hours. It felt much more natural, however odd to most people his age, to go to sleep around 10 PM and wake up at 5 AM every morning. He only needed seven hours of sleep a night, so even on his days off he woke up early. Very much a creature of habit, he preferred to keep the same sleeping schedule every night no matter what his daily plans were. Five o'clock in the morning found him waking to his very simple alarm clock from the late 80s, grabbing a cup of coffee and the newspaper. He would sit and read the newspaper for twenty minutes, make breakfast and watch TV while he ate, shower, get dressed, and go for a walk before work around his neighborhood. He lived on the outskirts of the city and commuted only about 30 minutes to work each day and his neighborhood was very pleasant with a large pond and rather extensive forest paths. After his walk (through almost any weather including rain and snow) he would make his lunch and do a double check and head off to work, often arriving at the laboratory by 7 AM. As head of the lab, he had rather flexible hours to play with and although he was one of the few people in that early, he enjoyed it; he preferred to start early and get out while it was still light out. Work for him began at 7 AM and ended 3 PM. Although at first he didn't look to be anything less than a normal college graduate, he was far from normal. Everett was not a shy man, but he was exceedingly inept when it came to social customs. He knew the theory behind interpersonal communication, but when it came to the practical application of those theories he was left with a bruised ego and his test tubes. He didn't know why it was that way; his parents had been "normal" and able to socialize with the best of them. They had even thrown parties on a tri-weekly basis, always up for entertaining guests. They were disappointed that their son had grown up to be so awkward and it stumped even Everett. It was a shame, they said; for him to be so smart when it came to the hard sciences, and yet so stupid when it came to social science. Perhaps all of his intelligence was taken up by chemistry. He did his best to force ignorance upon himself, pretending that he didn't see any problem with his behavior and personality quirks that soon he began to overlook them and forget himself. Although he could catch his mistakes sometimes, he often glanced over them and proceeded to be stumped when people walked away from him, uncomfortable or embarrassed (or both). He would shrug and turn to the next person and begin talking. He had a tendency to forget that not everyone cared about chemistry or understood all of the technical terms he tossed into the conversation, and although it seemed to be a trend for people now-a-days to pretend to be nerdy, when they met the real deal they reverted to the age old prejudices. It really just wasn't fair. Hey, sure he liked math and science and reading, science-fiction and fantasy, videogames and comics and technology. He also had been in a fraternity in college and had partied hard. He even had a girlfriend once. For a week. And that wasn't counting the internet girlfriend from his high school days.... All right, so he wasn't exactly a ladies man, but he tried hard--he really did. He got the clothes, the cologne, the hair cut and the pop culture references. So what was the deal? What more did he have to do? He had a steady job and good income, was willing to settle down and was not a pervert (well, no more than any other regular guy). He wanted a girlfriend, a wife and kids. Not now, of course, but in a few years he wanted to start a family. He didn’t want to be alone for his entire life. In the three decades he had been alive, he had four successful relationships. And they were all with family members. Sure, he had dated before; oh, many many first dates. Probably about ten second dates, and only one girlfriend—and that had lasted for only a month. It was depressing, really. He needed someone more like him. The problem, as he saw it, was that he had a high standard for females and was always trying to get the supermodel rather than seeing what was right in front of him. He wasn’t willing to admit that it was an inherent problem with his personality, that he consistently drove women away and aggravated the rest on a daily basis. At least thinking it was a question of taste made the rejections seem better; it wasn’t his fault, he just liked women that were too attractive. Seven AM found him standing at a cluttered lab table in an empty room. He had worked through all the theory the past few weeks and now was beginning the stages of testing it. He was currently working on a eco-friendly varnish that was made using a milk protein. Maybe not the most important thing, but it would (theoretically speaking) eliminate any fumes; while it would still not be edible it would at least not be detrimental to the world. He had gathered everything he needed and was holding a beaker in his right hand. He leaned just slightly to look over his notes once more when he felt a hand slide down his arm. Stiffening in shock it took but a few seconds for him to respond as he felt a head rest on his shoulder, and he squeezed the beaker so hard the glass shattered. Luckily it had held a small amount of liquid, because his mind was not on cleaning it up immediately. He flipped around, pushing away the person that was on him. His jaw dropped when he got an eyeful of the sexy young woman standing before him. He stared at her in disbelief. Did he know her? She didn’t work here! He didn’t know anyone that attractive! Did she mistake him for someone else? Nonsense! No one else was here! For a brief moment his overactive imagination, fed by every sci-fi fantasy story he thought what if she’s here to seduce me and suck out my soul? Or my blood! Oh no! then immediately calmed himself down. He began to stutter slightly, speaking before thinking about what he wanted to say. His jumbled thoughts came out in an incoherent jumble. ”I…ah…yo-wh-er….hi?” He was even more confused as she laughed and hugged him. He stiffened again, holding his hands out. He didn’t want to get anything that might be on his gloves on her; after all, she wasn’t even wearing a lab coat. When she let him go, he recovered himself. "Shouldn’t you be wearing a lab coat? You are breaking protocol by not wearing one. And safety goggles. You need those too. Who the hell are you and what are you doing in this lab? It’s seven AM. No one that looks like you should be in this lab at this hour." He eyed her again, then turned and grabbed some towels to clean up the spilled chemicals. He glanced up at her again, shaking his head. What on earth was a woman that attractive doing here? And hugging him? Certainly he had gone mad. He didn’t want to drive her away, but she really ought not be in the lab like that. He pulled off his gloves and disposed of them, and pushed his safety glasses up into her hair making it stand up at an awkward angle. |
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She heard the surreptitious clang of metal on metal as someone stood next to her and opened their locker, trying to be quiet. Too sneaky. There was only one person that was on her s**t list right now that had a locker right near her. She stopped shuffling her papers and paused a moment then stood up straight, dropping the papers into the bottom of her locker. Flipping her hair back over her shoulder, she shifted her weight to one leg and threw her hand onto her hip. “Well, well, well. You can stop trying to hide behind your locker. I know it’s you. I’d recognize that stale stench of smoke anywhere.” She gave him a look of pure hate. “What, so are you too good for me now? You can’t even say anything nice back? You didn’t even have to put any thought into it, Liam. All you had to do was say a few perfunctory words back. You don’t even have to mean them. Just a few freaking courtesy words to at least let me think you didn’t have a horrible time. What on earth were you doing afterward that was so important? Or the next day? Hm?” She pointed a finger at him, really getting into the role of the “annoyed girlfriend” and finding it surprisingly easy to fake the emotional response. “And don’t give me some bullshit excuse that you didn’t see it or anything. I’ve seen you checking your cell every ten minutes before.” She scoffed. “No, you know what; I guess I get it. You don't owe me anything. I have no right to be angry. Have a nice day." and with that, she picked up the piece of paper which, during her little tirade, she had realized was her homework; sitting right on top of the pile at the top of her locker. How convenient! Everything was going so well this morning. She slammed the top of her locker shut and turned around and began stalking off, her heels clicking on the tiles. She smiled smugly to herself. Even if he didn't feel bad, everyone felt annoyed at being yelled at. Serves him right. Maybe next time he'll think before ignoring me. she thought to herself. sorry it's so short D;        |
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It got boring after awhile, however, and so she tried to find ways to throw herself out of the locked parts of his mind along with the other remnants of his childhood. She railed against the bars of what she now saw as her prison, and had succeeded occasionally; she was the voice that whispered in his mind to go ahead and do the bad thing. Increasingly, however, he didn't listen to her. He seemed to have acquired a magnificent ability to shut her out completely. Sometimes, just for fun, she'd worm her way into his dreams. Usually in the background, she didn't think he remembered her at all. She had grown more wild through the years, becoming more bold and just a little too mischievous, disregarding the rules of typical friendship to bring him uncomfortable feelings of dread, lashing out the longer she was interred. When she was brought into the bright world of Raymond's life, it was like being released from a trunk. She blinked, adjusting to her surroundings. Was this...a kitchen? Yes. It didn't seem like it belonged in a home, however. Everything was in chrome, and highly organized to be efficient. There were many many utensils--way more than any one person could need. There were multiple stoves with separate ovens, a large set of sinks and dishwasher; was her little Sunshine Ray a chef? Oooh! Jaela picked up a metal frying pan and stared at her distorted reflection. She had radically short bleach-blonde hair, piercings, and tattoos all over. She was wearing a rather revealing outfit in black leather, a tanktop and skirt, and platform lace-up knee-high boots. Oh, delightful; she looked the part of a terror. She felt something behind her ear and pulled out a cigarette. Lighting it was only natural, and she exhaled the smoke as she walked around, clanging pots and pans in the kitchen. It didn't seem like there was anyone around. Obviously Ray was here, but where was he hiding? She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he walked in and saw her smoking in his kitchen. She knew it would drive him absolutely nutters, and she laughed at the very thought of it. Ashing on the floor, she drew the smoke into her red-painted lips and exhaled through her nose, thinking about the image of a dragon as she did so. She frowned, her black painted eyes narrowing in annoyance. He still wasn't paying attention to her. After all she had endured, those long boring years locked away in his mind, she deserved to let out a little steam. Picking up a wooden stirring spoon she began to walk around, banging it on everything in sight to see what different sounds it would make. If that didn't draw him out from his hiding spot, nothing would. "TEXT" |
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 princess odette lilian swane “Her royal highness, the Princess Odette Lilian Anastasia Victoria Swane!” She heard her name, proceeded by the fanfare. The Swane princess struck an imposing figure as she stepped through the grand oak doors that led to the thrones in the audience chamber, standing head held high, her neck slender and graceful leading to petite shoulders, small bust and tiny cinched waist. The curves of her hips were hidden by the voluminous material of her elegant gown. Her pale skin was complimented by the snowy white gown that she wore, falling in flounced layers. It was a great joke among her family, and secretly the populace; their family surname was so close to the word swan and everyone likened her appearance to the feathered creatures. She had elegant poise and a pale and beautiful figure—and to complete the metaphor, she also had a cold demeanor. She was like a white marble statue; magnificent but cold to the touch. She was not truly emotionless or devoid of passion. On the contrary, she was sympathetic and empathetic, with a strong protective streak and maternal instincts. She liked to take care of people, and had a moody tendency to change her mind at the slightest provocation. The problem was that she was insecure, prone to bouts of self-pity. She let none of her emotional state show through her facade of serenity. She was always outwardly calm and collected, unemotional and fact-oriented. It had been drilled into her from childhood and she had long ago learned to perfect the empty mask of indifference. It was necessary for someone so often in the public eye to seem to be a figure of patience and justice, someone who was not given to childish bouts of emotional instability as she so secretly was. It was not difficult to distance herself from her mind and heart when around others. She didn't like people to know what she was feeling. It was unsettling. She was afraid that if they saw the real her, everyone would hate her. While intense scrutiny made her uncomfortable, despite her pretense to the contrary she really enjoyed being in the limelight. She enjoyed all the attention her royal position afforded her, and to have the people idolize her was something she was not entirely willing to give up. The only word appropriate to her movement was "gliding". She moved from the doors to take her seat upon the plush throne at her mother's side, her every movement carefully calculated for optimum elegance. She offered a small but regal smile to the populace as she reclined back in her seat, maintaining a stiff back, ankles crossed beneath her skirts that pooled around her like a blanket of snowy down feathers. Though certainly a pampered princess, no one could say she was entirely unfeeling. Although she always appeared that way, and never let anyone forget her station in life, she did many great works. She was wonderful with children and loved to entertain them, and was the source of many of the good works in their kingdom. She was always there to lend a helping hand to the homeless and the sick, the poor and the dying, children and adult, peasant and noble alike. She could not help as much as she would have liked to, barred by her lofty position--how silly that she should have so much at her disposal, and yet be so limited. She was a very imaginative creature; she could often be found staring off into space, whether it was the library with a book in her lap or out in the gardens among the flowers. She was a romantic and loved to read, a philosophizer that had no one to discuss her ideas with (it was not very princess-like) and so she was left with her isolated pondering. She was also a daydreamer. Her creativity was unleashed in her imagination, and she could sit for hours just...imagining all the possibilities in the world. She was afraid to tell anyone her dreams for fear they might find her out of her wits. She wasn't; she just knew there had to be something more exciting. She always wanted something fantastic and magical to happen to her; she didn't know anyone that could perform magic. It wasn't necessarily taboo, but only magicians were accorded the prestige she felt all those that possessed magical abilities deserved. Sorcerers was a term generally saved for the evil ones. It wasn't technically accurate, but in colloquial terms--it was usually used in a derogatory manner. She had heard that there was a nobleman visiting their kingdom that was also a magician--not by trade, but as a hobby. He had enough money from his family. Old blood. She didn't know, no one did; he was not a magician, but an evil sorcerer who was born to poverty and had stolen and killed for his wealth and title. No one could disprove it, however; he had magic and power on his side. Who would check, anyway? She hoped he would be handsome. Someone...on par with her. She was afraid of intimacy and yet she craved it; she didn't want to go through all of the disclosure involved, but she idolized the idea of romantic relationships. And friendships; she had no real friends. It didn't really bother her. She was ok with spending time by herself, she had to be; no one was really fit to be her friend from a social perspective, and even those that tried did not really want to be her friend but wanted to be friends with the princess. The person beneath the crown did not matter to them. She knew she was getting older; soon her parents would marry her off to some powerful man to help solidify their political standings. Her parents were not unkind to her; they were quite loving, but very busy and dedicated to their country and people. She knew it was her duty and she didn't hate them for it. She could still dream, however; maybe this magician would spirit her away and they would have magnificent adventures together and fall in love... "Your highness." He fell into a deep bow, and she offered him the empty princess smile that she bestowed upon everyone else. He was a scrawny gentleman; tall and lean yet muscular, certainly a rather laughable figure--he most certainly was not the handsome stranger she had been hoping for. He had a curtain of brown-red hair covering his head and his face, and his clothing was strange but not inelegant or uninteresting. He had a very pleasant smile and his eyes seemed to be laughing. She raised her hand so that he might kiss it, and as his lips brushed against the back of her hand in traditional deference something trilled right through her. It was not excitement; she was not stupid enough to be incapable of recognizing her own emotions. Something was...wrong. That little motion brought with it a world of dread. She felt as if something bad was about to happen, but it seemed that she couldn't help but ignore it. He asked if he might have her hand in the first dance, and without thinking she said yes. She frowned ever so slightly, but remembered herself and smoothed her brow. The rest of the dance was a blur; she couldn't recall what had happened, and throughout she had a distinctly fuzzy feeling. She felt like she had a fever; images wavered in her sight line, and she just wanted to collapse. Multiple times she felt her knees buckle, but she remained standing thanks to the fact that the Count was holding her up. He was talking to her the entire time, but she couldn't understand his words. What was this feeling? She wanted to lie down, to throw up, to black out, anything but this perpetual motion. Suddenly it stopped, and there was a loud bang. She heard screams coming from far away, a booming voice, and then--she fainted. When she came to, she was in an elegant carriage. It was dark, and she was...alone. The door was open, and she stuck her head out. She did not see him, but Rothbart was hidden on the other side of the carriage, getting his bearings with a magic compass he held in his hand. Feeling the coast was clear, she made a break for it. Though it was dark out the moon was full, and it cast a silver-blue glow on the surrounding environ. As she began to run into the forest she felt her ankles snap together, and she fell face first. She looked back and saw that he was standing above her, casting a shadow over her and frowning. "You know, my dear....you should not irritate me. You know, I can't have gone through all that trouble just to have you escape on me. Since I obviously cannot trust you, I will have to go to measures you will not appreciate." He crossed his arms and looked up. "You are very beautiful in the moonlight. I can see, in this scene, why people liken you to a swan." He squatted down and reached out a hand to brush her cheek, and she turned from him, seeking to evade his touch. He growled, low and gutteral. "Just like a swan. Beautiful and pure on the outside, filthy and cold on the inside. Very well." he muttered strange words, and she felt her legs free. Struggling to get up, she felt her very bones shifting. Her scream tore through the night air, a sound of pure agony, as her bones and muscles and organs rearranged themselves into the low slender form of a swan. As her vocal chords changed the sound became a mangled but universal cry, turning into the exhaustive trumpet of a swan. "Since you seem to be at your best in the moonlight, and we can't have you running off to find help, I've made it so nothing can revert you back but the moonlight upon your...feathers. That's right, Princess Swane; or should I say, Princess Swan? Ah, how very fitting. Your appearance matches your nickname! How....drole." He laughed, binding her wings and beak and dragging her back into the carriage. They arrived at a pond, and it was then that she met his other female captive; the siren, Lorelei. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Odette had been stuck in her curse, bound to the lake miles and miles and miles away from her home for over a week now. Those events were stark in her mind (excepting of course for the actual events of the ball). She still didn't know why he had taken her; it seemed like he had been trying to seduce her, but she wasn't sure why. She was not to inherit her father's kingdom, that was only for the male heir. She was left in a pitiable state, having to act like a base creature, eating and sleeping as a swan. She rarely had a chance to be human. It was quite literal, her curse; not only could she only transform while at the lake that he used as his "home base" and prison, but she could only revert to her human form while the moonlight touched her. When the moon was blocked for more than a few minutes, she was stuck as a swan yet again. The reprieves were few and far between. The siren hated her, as well; she couldn't understand why. Perhaps it was because the woman was too brash and coarse, too unrefined to appreciate the Princess' fine manners. As a swan, she had to admit she was a beautiful and rare specimen; pure white down with not even a fleck of black, except for a thin silver line that traced upon her brow, what the Count jokingly referred to as her crown. She sighed inwardly, staring up at the bright blue sky. She was mostly free to travel about but could not go far from the pond without losing all her energy. She had tried. She also didn't revert to her human form while away from the pond. It also meant she had to be around Lorelei and Rothbart. Between the two of them, she almost wondered if perhaps it wasn't better to just get herself shot by a hunter....      |
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  xxxxxEd stood in the middle of his personal apartment, still attached to the acreage of their estate in the Arbors but separated from the main house. It was his to do what he wanted—he could (and often did) throw parties here, no one but the servants were privy to what went on inside, though he had the feeling his father probably ferreted information out of them. He had ordered them to clear everything out, and though the process had begun the day before, they were finally done. Everything valuable or damageable was taken out and put into a locked storage shed, the furniture removed and replaced with an older (but still pristine and expensive) set that he used for parties. A stereo set was put into place, and the DJ was setting up. There was a bar downstairs that was self-serve, and a banquet of party food upstairs. The stereos in the first floor were connected wirelessly to play the music on all floors, in all rooms. His own bedroom was locked and hidden behind some drapery to keep everyone out, but there was the spare bedroom open and ready for anyone who wanted to use it, as well as various nooks with cushions and many couches placed strategically. Really, the creativity often astounded him. Of course, he was no Martha Stewart... xxxxxLeaving them to their own devices and believing them quite capable without his direction, he went upstairs and into his room to change into a fresh pair of clothes. After showering, he stood and admired himself in the mirror. Ahh, yes. He walked into his closet and selected a simple outfit of a white tee printed with the monochromatic pattern of a houndstooth scarf and a pair of dark gray, almost black, fitted denim jeans. They didn't cling to his body like skinny jeans, but were more of a European cut; slender, but with some leeway. It accented his broad shoulders and narrow waist and hips, his long legs and lean muscles. He was the type that was obsessed with himself--and was very careful about his image. No, he did not get manicures or anything like that, but he did like to be clean and presentable. He picked out a black leather belt and slid it through the jean loops, fixing the custom belt buckle. He pulled on black socks and shoes. Going back into the bathroom, he dried his hair as best he could and splashed a bit cologne on his neck. Glancing at himself again in the mirror, he grinned. “Tcha. With or without clothes, you, my good sir, are a dashing specimin.” Laughing at how clever he was, he set off downstairs, contemplating the options he had open to him while he waited for his guests to arrive. There was a large floor length mirror stretching along most of the hallway as you entered, and he stopped for a moment to check himself out again. xxxxxHe heard a knock on the door and stopped surveying himself in the mirror. Pulling it open, he paused for a moment and then grinned at the familiar girl standing before him. Natalie Saunders was a girl that also attended Perkins Day prep, and lived just down the street from him. Of course, she was not as rich as he was and her family was considered “new money” while his was old money with a reputable name. It wasn’t that she was a bad person or anything, but he simply did not like her. Sure, he tried to keep up appearances by being friendly with everyone in the Arbors, and he was surprisingly not one to gossip and seeing as how he had no true best friend he didn’t tell a single soul that he secretly disliked almost everyone he knew. It never did any good, however, to get on the bad side of people in power. He knew that well. Maintain an amicable relationship with your neighbors and life was easy. This Natalie girl, however, she just really didn’t fit in with his whole concept of wealth. She was a neo-hippie—fine, it was rather in fashion now-a-days, but on top of everything else, she had nothing to offer him. He stood aside and motioned for her to come in. “Ah, Natalie, delightful. Please, enter. I believe you know where to go; there is the usual entertainment and food and drink. Please, help yourself. You are, perhaps, a bit early but that is to be expected. You do live in the neighborhood, after all.” his accompanying laugh was subtly condescending, as if to accent how odd it was for someone of her birth to be living in the same area as himself. xxxxxIt was usually Edward that opened the door to allow his guests to enter—that’s what the servants were for. Seeing as how she was the first guest, however, he didn't mind. He sought out one of the men and asked him to stand by the door and take someone to run the coats and other belongings into the closet in the main hallway. That way no one had to worry about losing their things; his servants were accustomed to how he wanted things run on nights like these. He set himself up with a glass of scotch, which he deemed to be appropriate for his image and refined palate, and commenced wandering around the rooms as people began to pour in. It was, quite currently, only other Arbor kids. He preferred to mingle with people like him, but at parties it was fun to mix it up a bit with females you had never met before and probably would not have to see again. It certainly increased the chances of running into someone attractive enough for him to bestow his favors upon. He walked about, greeting the familiar faces and introducing himself to the ones he did not recognize. He checked his watch. It had been a half hour since the time he had listed as the open door; luckily no one ever showed up on time for a party. It was simply too...eager and prim-and-proper to show up at exactly the right time. 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the swan princess   ODETTE ○ DEREK ○ ROTHBART odette ;; the tomboy princess // though she might appear extremely girly, she is not the type to sit by and wait to depend on a man. she hates DEREK with a burning passion, especially because her mother wants them to marry. as if she would put her own dreams on the back burner for some guy, much less her sworn enemy. She certainly doesn't want to show him her weaknesses...too bad she has no choice but to do what ROTHBART tells her. she's tried to fight back, and it really doesn't help. TAKEN BY ;; derek ;; the childhood enemy // growing up with the parental expectation of marriage, he always hated ODETTE. one problem: she's his perfect match, and he knows it. now, not only does he have to wrestle with the realization that she's also beautiful and interesting, but he has to convince her that he's not all bad himself. when he accidentally finds out about ODETTE'S secret life, he wants to do anything to help her, even though he'll probably end up mucking it up anyway. TAKEN BY ;; rothbart ;; the bar owner // a rich and powerful man, he owns many of the clubs and bars in the city, all of various standings--from the classiest private club to the scummiest strip club, he has a firm grasp on the lifeblood of the town. Odette's father owes him money. unable to pay, ODETTE is kidnapped and forced to work off her father's debt under threat of his life--what she doesn't know is he's dead already. anastasia    ANASTASIA ○ DMITRI ○ RASPUTIN anastasia ;; the orphan girl // growing up in a group home and never knowing her parents, she feels alone in the world. she works at a strip club with ODETTE, trying to make money. self-reliant, she finds out she might have family in europe. DMITRI offers his help, but can she really trust him? TAKEN BY ;; sheldor the CONQUEROR dmitri ;; the con-man // always out to make an easy buck, he's got every weapon and trick up his sleeve. when ANASTASIA comes along trying to find a family member, when he finds out that family is wealthy all he can see are dollar signs. TAKEN BY ;; rasputin ;; the vengeful party // he's a nasty piece of work. more than just a bit "off his rocker", he is highly paranoid and obsessive, with a flair of stalker tendencies. his obsession for the past twenty years has been to take revenge on ANASTASIA'S father. unfortunately, he's found out that the father is gone. the daughter, however, is still there; and the transgression, in his eyes, was inherited. now, he's after her to make her pay for whatever her father did to him decades ago--and he's looking for more than just money. the princess and the frog    TIANA ○ NAVEEN ○ DR. FACILIER tiana ;;the realist // she knows that you can't get anything by wishing it--life isn't like what they show in the films. mostly you can't expect anything amazing to happen, and that way you won't be disappointed when real life hits you in the face. she doesn't want to fantasize about what could be, and she's just fine with her average job and average life. NAVEEN comes into her life and turns it upside down, changing her perspective on things--maybe its time for her to actively improve her life. TAKEN BY ;; naveen ;; the hidden prince // no, really, he's actually royalty. vain and over-confident, in his laziness and misguided desires he's taken an extended vacation to america and is trying to lead a "normal" life. Of course, he doesn't have to work. he's always been a ladies man, but now he's finding out the hard way how money and unrivaled social status can get you company but not love. TAKEN BY ;; facilier ;; title // like almost everyone that has met the prince NAVEEN, he finds the royal brat detestable. in order to teach him a lesson he won't soon forget, he follows the prince to america and sets to work sabotaging his attempts at learning about the "normal life". cinderella    CINDERELLA ○ CHARMING ○ TREMAINE cinderella ;; the neglected child // emotionally abused and forced to be a slave for her step-mother after her father died, she's managed to hold onto the defensive optimism and romantic daydreams that got her through her teen years--now she's looking for a way out. sure, CHARMING seems like a nice guy, but she's learned not to trust people in her lifetime. they either mistreat or abandon you. TAKEN BY ;; charming ;; the bachelor // despite the wishes of his mother and father, he's never met a girl he liked enough to settle down with--not even for a month long relationship, or even a week-long relationship. he's never said yes; then he meets CINDERELLA, and for the first time falls head-over-heels in love. TAKEN BY ;; tremaine ;; the abuser // she is a cruel woman. no passion in her heart, she always hated CINDERELLA for her idiotic nature. she enjoys seeing people degraded at her hand, and has seen to it that she breaks her step-daughters soul to pieces. she provides entertainment and domestic services, from laundry to dishes, shopping to scrubbing the floor. although she soon will hold no legal sway over CINDERELLA, she hopes to keep her trapped for as long as she wants. sleeping beauty    AURORA ○ PHILLIP ○ MALEFICENT aurora ;;the drama queen // TAKEN BY ;; sure, at first she seems perfect. beautiful, talented, she's got everything. raised by her two spinster aunts in the countryside, she's also got a big heart and does a lot of volunteer work. she is shocked at meeting PHILLIP, but not for the reason you'd expect. she hasn't seen any of his movies or television appearances, but his celebrity attitude initially repulses her.phillip ;; the big personality // TAKEN BY ;; comes from good family, he is somewhat of a celebrity, making more than just appearances on many television shows and in a wide variety of movies. he's already got a girlfriend, but when he meets AURORA he can't help it. that small town girl thing has got him hooked, maleficent ;; the haughty b***h // although no one likes her, she seems to feel that everyone must treat her with deference. aladdin    JASMINE ○ ALADDIN ○ JAFAR jasmine ;; the empowered princess // accustomed to getting her way, she has no problem with voicing her opinion. she doesn't want to do the same thing day in, day out. she doesn't want to date the same guys she has all her life; she craves novelty, and despite first impressions, perhaps ALADDIN is the different guy she's been looking for. TAKEN BY ;; aladdin ;; the poser // he's changed his appearance, personality, and even his personal history just to get close to JASMINE, and when she finally notices him, she hates him. luckily he's not the type to just give up; now he's afraid he can never show her his real self. TAKEN BY ;; jafar ;; the snake // he has been a friend of JASMINE'S father for years; even before she was born. he is a sneaky, underhanded fellow, and greedy to boot. he wormed his way into the family and got a high-ranking position in the company her father owns. devious and perhaps a bit of a pervert, JASMINE has become increasingly creeped out by him. now he needs to get ALADDIN out of the way; first, a background check on the boy. then; systematic destruction of his personal character, and another obstacle will be eliminated. beauty & the beast    BELLE ○ BEAST ○ GASTON belle ;; the bookworm // there is nothing she likes better than books. she reads everything, from fantasy to non-fiction texts, and doesn't have time for anything else--friends or boys. she's never been drawn in by the popular crowd, never saw any reason why she had to pretend to be more than she is. maybe that's why she's not scared of BEAST; she knows that you can't take everything at face value. she lives by the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'. TAKEN BY ;; beast ;; the rebel // after a rather personally traumatic event in his past, he now can only look at himself as a horrible person. convinced of the fact, he doesn't see why he shouldn't be honest about it; he deserves their scorn. his destructive behavior is alarming to some, but BELLE doesn't seem to mind. he's afraid he's going to damage her, but he just can't keep his eyes off her. TAKEN BY ;; gaston ;; the ladies man // people say he's a narcissist, but it only seems that way; he does not secretly believe he is inferior for some reason and so covers it up by acting macho. he truly and honestly loves himself. he is incredibly vain and self-confident, believes in his utter superiority and the inferiority of everyone around him. he believes that BELLE is the only female worthy of his attentions--partially because she is a beauty, but mostly because she is the only one he has ever met that did not succumb to his attentions. he is highly competitive and will resort to any foul measure to crush his rivals. alice in wonderland    ALICE ○ CHESHIRE CAT ○ QUEEN OF HEARTS alice ;; the outspoken one // incessant questions and thoughtless remarks are her specialty; she never thinks before she speaks, and it often gets her into trouble. sometimes she can be cruel without the intent, and she doesn't mind sharing her opinion. generally oblivious to what most people think of her and rather judgmental herself, she is shocked by the actions of CHESHIRE, and while he frustrates her, she's also quite intrigued by his creative mind. TAKEN BY ;; cheshire ;; the snarky artist // TAKEN BY ;; l r o n e e queen ;; the authority figure // she is the manager at the company that both ALICE and CHESHIRE work at. she hates people who don't do what she tells them to--which usually includes doing the parts of her job that she doesn't want to do. although she's only a manager, when she's in charge she really takes over. no one is allowed to do anything aside from what she tells them to do. peter pan    WENDY ○ PETER PAN ○ HOOK wendy ;; the over-achiever // full of compassion and care, she loves kids and was the eldest of three. she loves to tell stories and make them up in her head, and wants to be a writer. she loves to help and volunteers at various charities. not only does she want to be an author, but she wants to teach and study psychology. at first she wants to help PETER with his troubles, but the longer she knows him the more frustrated she gets with his obstinate denial of his age. she would never admit it, but she's a bit of an over-achiever and stretches herself thin. the stress of trying to get ahead in life while balancing her hobbies is difficult. TAKEN BY ;; peter pan ;; the immature one // he never wanted to grow up, and didn't seem to get past the sixth grade. he laughs at innuendo, loves jokes and puns and riddles, never stops playing videogames and watching movies, and doesn't want to get a job or move on with his life. he goes to parties all the time and finds no fault in his irresponsibility. he has fun, and is always happy. he thinks WENDY is stunning, but that do-goody streak has got to go! TAKEN BY ;; hook ;; title // mulan    MULAN ○ LI SHANG ○ SHAN YU mulan ;; the radical // protestor, detective? cop? TAKEN BY ;; li shang ;; the traditionalist // detective/fbi/cop/summat TAKEN BY ;; shan yu ;; the murderer // hercules    MEGARA ○ HERCULES ○ HADES megara ;; the seductress // she knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it. her charm works on males and females alike, but she has exceptional luck with those swayed by her wiles. she's not afraid to use her good looks to gain an advantage. she did love someone once, and he broke her heart, leaving her for someone with more material offerings. he had been in trouble with a bad crowd, and she had wanted to help. now she was left alone to deal with his debts, and she meets HERCULES; not only is he the hero-type to save her from her situation but he has something that the debtors want; and for the first time, she feels guilty in deceiving someone to get what she needs. TAKEN BY ;; hercules ;; the golden boy // a professional athlete and rather famous, he's a dedicated football player. that's not the only thing he's good at; he does wrestling, rugby, baseball, swimming, and skiing. he can be a bit of a block-head, but he has a genuine personality and a rather strict set of moral codes. he is honest and compassionate and highly determined--whatever he puts his mind to, he follows that path and sees it through. he hasn't ever really thought about his love life, unlike many celebrities and famous athletes. until he meets MEGARA and is quite literally knocked off his feel. he has recently come into possession of a rather interesting letter, though he doesn't know it yet, for it is hidden in a book he recently purchased (he's not a bookworm but he has been known to read sometimes). it belongs to HADES, who would really like to have it back. TAKEN BY ;; hades ;; the gang leader // the little mermaid    ARIEL ○ ERIC ○ URSULA ariel ;; the foreigner // though not an international name, she is someone of a local celebrity in her hometown. she's not from around here, and speaks very broken english. she is beautiful and has a wonderful singing voice, and has been invited by a small troupe to travel with them on their tour. they are currently in america, and have been paid to perform at a charity event. she performs a solo, capturing the attention of a number of people including ERIC, a wealthy aristocrat. when she finds out about his private party, she wishes to attend; she is not invited and certainly not wealthy, however. URSULA hears her talking about it, happening to speak the language--and insists on giving her a make-over and getting her a ticket into the party. ariel accepts without hesitation, though she doesn't know what she is getting herself into... TAKEN BY ;; SHOOTiiNG - STAR eric ;; the aristocrat // TAKEN BY ;; ursula ;; the loan shark // when ARIEL was in need of assistance, she provided it. it's what she does; her job, her profession, her career. she loves...to help those in need. people who are so desperate that they need immediate help. she sells it to them with a smile, but what they don't realize is the contract they sign when they accept her help; you reciprocate, fulfill the requirements, or pay her back or the debt will be taken with a large toll. ARIEL owes her big time now, and she is here to collect. tarzan    JANE ○ TARZAN ○ MR. CLAYTON jane ;; the preppy girl // TAKEN BY ;; tarzan ;; the animal rights activist // TAKEN BY ;; clayton ;; the sport huntsman // pocahontas    POCAHONTAS ○ JOHN SMITH ○ RATCLIFFE pocahontas ;; the free spirit // TAKEN BY ;; john smith ;; the compassionate lawyer // TAKEN BY ;; ratcliffe ;; the ruthless landlord // robin hood    MAID MARIAN ○ ROBIN HOOD ○ PRINCE JOHN marian ;; title // TAKEN BY ;; robin ;; the do-gooder // TAKEN BY ;; john ;; title // atlantis  KIDAGAKSH ○ MILO ○ LYLE kidagaksh ;; title // TAKEN BY ;; milo ;; the nerd // TAKEN BY ;; lyle ;; title // hunchback of notre dame  ESMERALDA ○ QUASIMODO ○ CLAUDE esmeralda ;; the beauty // TAKEN BY ;; quasimodo ;; the outcast // TAKEN BY ;; claude ;; title // lady and the tramp   LADY ○ TRAMP ○ DOG CATCHER lady ;; the spoiled princess // TAKEN BY ;; tramp ;; the street-wise hobo // TAKEN BY ;; dog catcher ;; title // lion king   NALA ○ SIMBA ○ SCAR nala ;; title // TAKEN BY ;; simba ;; the leader // TAKEN BY ;; scar ;; title // |
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