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Belle Acrage

The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw~ Havelock Ellis (1859 - 1939)

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a character in “Disney's Magical Island”, originally authored by Possibility, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Belle Acrage

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Nicknames: None, I don't like nicknames.
Age: 17
Disney Movie: Beauty and the Beast
Birthday: August 4th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
The only memory left: A dance, and being happy. Happier than I had ever been in my life before. I felt.... relived, too. I don't know why I was so relived. I remember laughing as we danced, and a bun in my head so tight it hurt- but I didn't mind it, I was far to happy. I remember he had bright, stunning blue eyes, but nothing else of the man I was so in love with. I remember other people there, but not faces, just... a glimpse, like a motherly song or a child asking "Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?" That last part might be a dream, what sort of silly child sleeps in a cupboard?
Likes:
  • Reading
  • Writing songs
  • Skating
  • Dancing
  • Helping others

Dislikes:
  • Rudeness
  • Feeling stuck or in a rut.
  • Loud noises
  • Greed
  • Narcissist people

Fears:
  • Enclosed places
  • Fire


Personality: If I had to say for myself, I a romantic in its truest form, but I am also picky-but not for looks, its a persons heart that shows who they truly are. I like to think I am kind, towards everything, and everyone, I meet, but I cannot be sure, as sometimes I get a bit madder than I should. I am also a loner- always escaping to the world of books and movies, just for a little while. Some people say I am odd for this, but they don't know. Some say I am to 'pretty' (but what does pretty mean, really?) to have my face stuck in a book all the time, and I should just suck it up and marry Gast-... what? Oh never mind, it must have been a dream that someone told me that, I am far to young to marry!

I'm a bit of a daydreamer, and I sometimes forget what I am doing in the middle of doing it. I'm also a bit shy. I think I am a bit bit of an imaginative person, and I feel great joy in writing songs and short stories, though I am horrid at drawing, to be honest. I think I am a calm person- but sometimes I get ornery, especially around Narcissist people. I think I am a giving person, and I donate my time whenever I can. If I had to tell people my defining trait it would be my courageous attitude. I think that if someone I loved were to have a gun to their chest, I would jump in front. That or possibly my determination. I think that if its worth doing halfway, it should be worth doing all the way, plus a little bit more. If its something I don't know, you bet I'm going to try to learn it. If its a person I don't like, I'm still going to try to make them my friend. Some people call that 'a little to persistent' but I do not care, it is worth it. Why have enemies if you everyone can be your friend?

Biography: Before- Everyone in town thought Belle was odd- what with her nose in a book all the time and that day-dreaming look plastered on her face. It didn't help her father was an inventor-that was the kind of person that would raise a loon. When her father did not return from a trip into the woods- to go to a fair- Belle went after him. She came upon a castle, and had to promise to stay for life so her father would be let go. She lived in the castle with the Beast- a vain prince transformed by a sorceress- and she found herself slowly falling for him. She found she loved the Beast, but no later than she accepted that her father lay ill and- even though it went back on her word- the Beast let her go. It wasn't long before someone found out, and Gaston- a egotistic hunter who vied for Belle's hand- went to kill the Beast.
Belle had to go save him. She loved the beast, deeply. It was to late, but in the end the beast was wounded, and Gaston dead. Belle wept over the Beast, and said she loved him. Something strange happened then- the haggard beast went back to his normal self-minus the vanity. Her prince Adam. They ended the day with a dance, reveling in the humans forms of Mrs.Potts and all the others. That was when Belle, Adam, and the back from the dead Gaston, were transported to the island with no idea who they were, or what connection they shared.

Now- The week of my life I remember has been fun, and the library is expansive enough to curb my imagination for now- but it won't be long before I get that dreamy look in my eyes and start dreaming up whatever fantasy I can come up with for my past. The food is amazing, but even though it is all I know, I still feel that I have had better. Most of the girls on the island are nice, but I cannot say the same for the boys- I do not know them, as I am to shy to approach them. Sure, one or two have caught my eye, but that isn't what I go for- its whats on the inside that counts.
I don't like the island as much as Rose seems to, but that is only because I long to go back and finish the dance I remember so little of. However, the island provides plenty inspiration for my stories, and that is good. I like to dream up back-stories for the funny names of the many shops and different places around the land and write them in a nice little journal. There are many quite corners on the island- and that suits me well, as they provide room for my expansive imagination to grow. Some of the other girls may think I am odd for not pursuing a boyfriend, but the concept of being called odd doesn't seem that new to me.


Anything else?

Password: Disney's Magic

So begins...

Belle Acrage's Story

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Belle yawned, the sun burning through her eyelids, makeing her rouse from her dream. The same dream she always had- danceing with a man she couldn't quite place, but loved. She hated having the dream- it made her fill will longing. She stood up quickly, not wanting to wake the others of the house, and grabbed up the clothing she planned to wear for the day. Some people called what she wore to old-fashioned and silly. She called it sensible. She tiptoed down the hall and to the bathroom. She didn't really want to wake them, but if the shower did it then it was unavoidable. Oh well. She turned on the shower and while she was waiting on it to heat up she took the rubber band that was holding her mousy light brown hair in a bun and brushed through it, then stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the last bit of sleep in her system before she ran the shampoo through her hair, planning the days activities. To to M-mall. Hang out with Mikey, then to the library. She went over the list in her head and tried to decide what to do after the library. Maybe go to the beach or something with Rapunzel? She would have to see what she was up to later. Belle washed the last bit of suds from her hair and her body, then wrapped a towel over her frame and began to dry her hair.

Once she had her hair thoroughly dried, she put on her clothing and braided her hair down the back, not wanting to bother with it. She went down stairs and rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing some cereal and milk from the fridge and pouring them in a bowl, absentmindedly chewing on the flakes as she picked up her phone from the counter she had left it on the night before and checked the battery- 70%. It would have to do. She groaned and set it down.

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Character Portrait: Rapunzel Gold Character Portrait: Briar "Aurora" Rose Character Portrait: Mikey Muse Character Portrait: Naomi King Character Portrait: Casey Mota Character Portrait: Belle Acrage
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Light streams through rather thin curtains, landing directly on the eyelids of a sleeping girl with golden hair and a rather odd position. That is to say that her arms and legs are flailed out in all directions, with her stomach against the bed and her head turned to face the window, looking altogether the picture of a skydiver. She had stayed up late last night staring at the stars and dropping water balloons on the concrete below (which has left a pretty picture of random pieces of colorful rubber), and thus isn't quite in the mood to wake up in the morning. However, Rapunzel isn't the type who can easily slip back into a truly restful slumber, and thus forces herself to roll out of bed, only to find herself falling straight onto the ground in a painful thud. "Flip it!" she mutters angrily, rubbing her head as though that will somehow make the pain go away. The young woman doesn't swear very often, usually using random filler words, though when really angry that filter has the tendency to disappear in the matter of seconds. Knowing that there definitely is no chance of falling back asleep at this point, Rapunzel grabs the edge of the bed and pushes herself up, still rubbing her head, which pulses from the dull pain. The young woman rolls back her shoulders and slips into a pair of plush slippers before going downstairs, dressed in whatever she had been wearing the night before. Not unlike a child, the young woman has the tendency to just sleep in whatever she is wearing, knowing that she will change into new clothing the next day anyway.

Instead of walking down the stairs, Rapunzel sits on the railing and slides down, bumping her hip against the ending of it and jumping to her feet when she reaches the bottom floor, hair a complete mess around her head, almost like some golden halo of sorts. Honestly, she is very vain about her hair, but doesn't brush it until after breakfast- some weird schedule she seems to have. The scent of french toast fills her nostrils and prompts a grin onto the girl's face, as she walks into the kitchen and sits down across from Casey and serves herself the slices that are left, something of a big eater. "Morning," she greets him with a smile before taking a bite of the food. Rapunzel is constantly grateful for her housing arrangements, because she didn't end up with any of the group generally known for their obnoxious natures- in fact, her housemates are among the sweetest people on this island, both as naive as her, though generally more soft spoken than she is.

"So Aurora went out already? Glob, she is an early riser, eh? Hm. What are your plans? We could go meet up with Pooh? Maybe Naomi?" she suggests, knowing that Pooh, one of her closest friends here, is also pretty good friends with Casey. Before he responds, she stands up and gets out the orange juice to pour herself a glass. "Want some?"




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Regardless of what one may think of the young man, given his cheerful and kind nature, Mikey is not actually a person who is particularly big on mornings. That being said, he has forced himself to wake up early every day of the past week since they'd been here, if only for the sake of watching the sunrise. Just after it has fully risen, the young man tends to fall back asleep under the warmth of his covers. Today, however, he found himself being rather wide awake, and thus is in the kitchen at 7am, finishing up the eating of a breakfast which is composed of a cheese danish and glass of apple juice. Without thinking about it, he kind of leaves the dishes on the table and heads upstairs to shower, completely forgetting about the fact that he should probably be putting those things away at the moment. His steps are not light nor heavy up the stairs, quite average indeed, but he is not a particularly strange individual, excepting his abnormally optimistic nature. Then again, it isn't really all that strange on this island, from what he's seen, to be just a teeny bit happy-go-lucky. Plenty of people here are very energetic indeed, perhaps excepting a few of those who appear to prefer to hang out apart from the rest of the group. Not that he minds people doing as they please, of course, because Mikey is typically very open-minded.

After a quick shower, the man changes into a pair of jeans with a button down shirt and tie, feeling slightly fancier than usual today, hence the tie. Where should I go now? I wonder if Kuzco wants to hang out? I don't know if he'd be up this early. I guess I'll just go for a walk, and maybe I'll run into people, the young man decides finally, leaving the house and walking down to the beach so that he can look at the water and perhaps run into a friend. Even someone he doesn't know very well would be fine, because then he could meet new people. Whilst walking, Mikey releases an almost comically loud yawn, stretching one arm up and covering his mouth with the other to try and stifle remaining sleepiness. Later there is the mall with Belle, he thinks happily.

(Planning to post for Hook once one of his roommates post, so that he can be pissy towards them)

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Character Portrait: Terk Vines Character Portrait: Mulan Hua Character Portrait: Rey Kuzco Character Portrait: Rapunzel Gold Character Portrait: Mikey Muse Character Portrait: Naomi King
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When Casey agrees to a glass of the traditional morning drink, Rapunzel pours a second cup and sets it in front of him before sitting across from him at the table. He pushes the bowl towards her, and the young woman grins thankfully, reaching out and taking an apple to eat with her orange juice. The blonde often seems to have a pit of a stomach- she is constantly either eating or hungry, with brief periods of time in between the two options. What she has in gluttony, however, she makes up for by seeming to be constantly moving around, whether simply fidgeting or running around playing tag with Naomi or Mulan. She plays games with Pooh as well, of course, but he tends to prefer slightly slower pace things, like hide and seek or just sitting around and eating- not that she is against eating, of course, especially given her aforementioned constant hunger. Her cup of orange juice is drained by the time that Casey begins speaking again, detailing a plan to go look for driftwood or sea glass on the beach. Rapunzel takes a spoon and carves a smiley face onto her apple, though she does look up and nod at what he says, thinking that scavenging for sea glass would be something rather fun to do today. She places the apple, now possessing a crudely carved face, back into the bowl for someone to find and smiles at Casey before picking up her empty dishes, as well as his, and beginning to clean them.

"Can I join you? We could visit Pooh and Naomi afterwards, or invite them to tag along, maybe?" she asks cheerfully, apparently having left the mood she had woken up in. It doesn't typically take much for Rapunzel to regain her energy, as long as the only thing lacking had been actual physical energy. Besides, in all honesty, she had had a rather lovely dream last night, though it ended with the same thing that each of her dreams end with- a night sky lit up with paper lanterns, their lights reflected by placid waters. "I'm an excellent sea glass finder!" she promises.




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As he walks down the path, Mikey begins to wonder if her should perhaps go to Belle's house and see if she'd like to get breakfast at Daisy's Diner with him before they go to the mall. He is awfully hungry, having not eaten before leaving the house, and the Diner makes a rather excellent plate of pancakes- one of the orders comes with a face made of fruit and whip cream on it, and he has ordered it every time he went to the diner, regardless of the time of day. He has a rather childish sense of humor, or perhaps corny would be a better word for it, and thus finds the face to be positively delightful in every way- at least to him. I'm sure Belle has plans already, though. I'll ask Rey, he decides, helped by the fact that his walk has lead him in that generation anyways. The bespectacled young lad pulls out his cell phone -he seems to be one of the few who were immediately comfortable with using it- and sends a message to the person who is probably his best friend, at least to Mikey, on the island, one Rey Kuzco.

To: Rey
From: Mikey
Subject: Breakfast
Want to go to the Diner and grab breakfast?


The young man shuts his phone just in time to notice Terk and Mulan wrestling each other, or something like that. He raises an eyebrow and smiles, lifting a hand to wave but ending up having to push up his glasses instead. They seem to be busy, though, so Mikey doesn't speed up to stop and talk, as he might have otherwise. Besides, he's decent friends with Mulan, but Terk doesn't ever seem to talk with him very much.

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Belle sighed and pushed the bowl of cereal into the sink, the water she turned on to get rid of the last of the milk makeing a loud sloshing sound in the relitively empty kitchen. She turned of the water and walked back up to her room, makeing sure her steps didn't bring to much attention- at least not enough to wake anyone up. She turned into the bright purple room- it wasn't her favorite room color, but it wasn't like she could choose. She grabbed up her bright white bookbag- she liked them better, much more spacious and they held all her books. She opened it with a mettalic zip and made sure her current catch was tucked in the black fabric of the bag- Lord of the Rings. It was a nerdy book, but she liked it, and it was a stimulateing, overall good book. She went to her windowsill, where there was a small bar-like outcropping for what she assumed plants would be best for. There were plants, of cource, a Catmint, a few hydrangea's in a varitiy of colors, and the thing she was looking for. It was a large notebook covered in blue abstract waves with a yellow background. It was leather-bound and durable, and it held all her stories- her ideas. She slid that into the bookbag, then walked down the steps again, swiping up her small silver phone into the front pocket of the bag. She pulled a sheet of paper out of one of the shelves and a pen to go along with it. She set it on the counter and began to write in her fluid, elegent penmenship.

'So, I have gone out. If you have any dirty dishes just leave them in the sink- I'll wash them when I get home. I'll be out, just text me if you need me, okay? I'll only be out for a little bit. Also, write anything you need down bellow, and I'll get the list later.
Don't bombard me with the messages, though, okay?- Belle.'


She pushed the note on the table and walked outside, her eyes adjusting to the morning sun. She started walking down the sidewalk, her eyes darting around to look for a place to read. If she had thought of it earlier, she would have gone to Daisy's diner. But now she needed another place, because she wasn't hungry and the place was too loud for real reading. She saw Mikey walking as well, and she waved lightly, with a smiled lightly before going back to her dutiful thinking on where to go. Maybe not to read today- The beach? No, to... sunny. Swimming indoors though... yes. She turned around and ran up the walk and up the stairs to her room, changing quickly into a light pink bikini and a pull-over. She walked down the steps again, stopping only to pick up her bag. Before she started walking again. She pulled out her phone and put in some headphones as she walked- the song 'New Perspective' blaring through. It wasn't a song her personality suggested, but it was catchy. She approached the mall and pulled out her phone, deciding to tell Mikey she was already there.

'Hey :) I'm swimming at the Gym, so you don't need to make sure I remembered to meet you over here. Then again, you knew I was out because you saw me. XOXO- Belle'

She put the phone away in the bag as she walked into the mall and up the stairs to the gym. She pushed opened the door, her feet clacking against the tile floor as she approached the pool. She pulled off the coverup and dove into the pool, the dim sound the splash made when she was under the waves was kind of nice. Once she regained her orientation, she kicked up to the surface, taking a deep breath before diving under the warm water again, letting it rush over her. She wasn't in love with swimming, to be honest- she got wet and that got the books she tried to read after wet, which was bad. However, she needed exercise and it made time fly. She started kicking her legs to the other side of the pool, then turning and going back.

She continued that pattern until she got bored of it, then she flipped onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, letting herself think about her past. It genuinely hurt to try to remember whoever it was she had been dancing with, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to. Eventually she gave that up, deciding to hum the tune of a forgotten song, her arms pushing around her in time with her legs, keeping her moveing. Her brown hair floated around her in a halo, and every so often she would dive into a back-bend and switch direction, so she wouldn't hit the side of the pool. It was relaxing.

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Character Portrait: Flynn Rider Character Portrait: Gaston LeGumme Character Portrait: Yzma Empressa Character Portrait: Rey Kuzco Character Portrait: Briar "Aurora" Rose Character Portrait: Mikey Muse
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An obnoxious yawn escaped the young boy's mouth as his eyes fluttered open. His hands reached into the air to stretch in the bed he had all to himself. He paused for a moment and allowed his senses to come back to him. It didn't take long and Rey jumped out of his bed in one quick move. Saying that Rey was a morning person was honestly an understatement. The young boy scratched his belly, his feet moving him to get cloths to change into. Even though they had only been on the island for a week, Rey's closet was already more than filled with lavishing cloths that showed off his awesomeness.

He picked a pair of jeans and a dark grey T-shirt with a V-neck. He decided to go the casual way that day, at least for now. There was no need to show off so early in the morning, there was more than enough time for that later. He put on his white sneakers and grabbed his phone before making his way out of his room and to the bathroom. Rey didn't even bother checking if anyone was in there first and instead went straight to washing his face and teeth. As he did so, his head bobbed to a tune he was humming with tooth paste in his mouth. The music from last night was still in his head and he couldn't help but smile at the memories of it. Most of it consisted of Gaston being extra touchy, Yzma arguing with him, James drinking everything in the place, and Flynn flirting with any girl that caught his eye. Through it all, though, they had an amazing time, like they always did when the group was together. Good times, good times.

Finishing, Rey made sure he was looking his best, which wasn't so hard seeing as he always good great, before making his way out the bedroom. As he made his way in the kitchen, Rey noticed a piece of paper on the counter. He skipped over to it and read the fancy handwriting that could only belong to Belle. It was a simple message that informed them that she had gone out and the could leave any dishes in the sink for her to wash later. Belle would make a great wife, Rey noted and smiled at her cuteness. Seriously, he would even write all over himself just to tell Belle she could read him all night because he was just that committed to pleasing his ladies. Shaking his head, Rey broke the fantasies that had begun to form in his head and read the rest of the note. She added that if they needed her, they could text her and to write down anything they needed as well. And almost as if she knew that Rey was about to send her a million of messages that consisted of Rey demanding for her attention, she added not to bombard her with them. Pouting, Rey grabbed the note, crushed it in his fist, and threw it away. Call him mischievous or evil, Rey wasn't about to let Simon see the note. No, the only man Belle took care of was him.

Before Rey could rummage through the fridge, his cell phone buzzed to announce someone had sent him a message. It was probably one of his many admirers wanting to know how he woke up and wishing him the best of luck. When he checked to see who it was, he was greeted to a text from Mikey asking if he wanted to go to Daisy's Diner and get something to eat. A smile reached his lips as his fingers began to pounce on the keys.


Sounds like a plan. It'll be your treat! I'll meet you there in around five minutes, okay?


Sending the message, Rey ran upstairs to get his jacket. Mikey was someone Rey could easily push around so it was actually easy for Rey to get along with him. Although the two didn't have the same kind of fun that Rey would have with people like Yzma and the others, he did have great moments with Mikey. After grabbing his jacket, Rey left the house and began making his way to the diner with a delicious breakfast in his head. He could practically smell the pancakes already and he had barely taken a few steps out the house.




Adam Biest




When Adam's numb senses reached him through his sleep, he woke up with a heavy sigh. He didn't move though and instead remained laying in his bed for a moment. His body was covered in a number of blankets and anyone who came into his room, though nobody would be so stupid to do so unless they want to be greeted by a very angry man, wouldn't think twice that the heap of blankets on the bed would contain someone. Yet there he was, in all that mess, hoping that he would fall back to a decent slumber. Yet the sleep had left him, it seemed, and Adam was forced to bring himself out of his bed because of it.

His room was a complete mess. There were cloths thrown across the floor, a few empty bottles of beer, and many more various objects that Adam couldn't even recognize. He put little mind to the things covering his floor though and kept moving past the trash to leave his room. His eyes glanced over to the direction where his other two roommates slept. Fortunately for him, neither of them were too loud or annoying. They didn't bother Adam and Adam didn't snap at them, simple as that.

He dragged his feet down the hallway until he entered the bathroom. He stripped out of the cloths he was wearing before turning on the water. He had slept with the same cloths he had worn last night, like usual. Once the water was to his liking, Adam stepped in and began to take the much needed shower to take out any sleep he still had left. His time on the island could be better described as him doing things on his own while now and then snapping at the others inhabitants. He always ate out, cooking was not his forte and the food in the fridge didn't appease his hunger. He would find himself eating alone at Daisy's Diner and in the same condition for lunch at either Chip N' Dale's Famous Burger or at Pluto's Pizza. Then he would either go to the Pier, by some sushi on the way, and read a book at the beach to spend the time. Then there was the gym where Adam could take out his anger freely or the theater to entertain himself. Aside from the library, those places were the main spots Adam would be at most of the time.

After finishing his shower, Adam stepped out and dried himself with a towel. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps. They were soft, almost undetectable if it wasn't for the silence in the house, and Adam guessed they could only belong to Merida. Adam stayed still for a moment. He sure as hell didn't want to run into her in the hallway with only a towel covering him up. Once he heard a door open and the sound of footsteps fade away, Adam deemed it safe and stepped out of the bath room and began making his way back to his bedroom. His eyes caught sight of the door that lead to Flynn's room opened and his eyebrows knitted together. It wasn't until his eyes caught sight of a flash of blonde hair that belonged to a girl who was scrambling off of Flynn's bed that Adam's mind registered it hadn't been Merida's footsteps. For a moment, Adam thought it was Rapunzel. He wouldn't be surprised if she got in the wrong house to be honest. Yet he quickly noticed right away that it was Aurora after she gave Flynn a stuttered apology.

Adam's body tensed up and his feet quickly moved him out of the hallway and into his room. That was great, just great. His day had just begin and now his head was going to be filled with the blonde all day. It wasn't that Adam harbored feelings for her, no that would be crazy. It was because she reminded him of the rose in his memory and the option that she could be someone in his past made him a complete mess. It was all that had been in Adam's head since he awoke in that stupid island. He wanted to go back home because he knew that he had been happy there. He remembered the feeling clearly and he desperately wanted it back. Sighing at his thoughts, Adam ran a hand through his wet hair as he went to find anything that wasn't dirty to wear before heading out to get breakfast.

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Mikey saw Belle waving at him and responded by lifting his hand and flashing a rather goofy smile at her before pushing his glasses back up, as they are perpetually sliding down the bridge of his nose in the most irritating way. Well, it would be irritating if the young man were slightly more easily aggravated. He also should probably go to Mickey's Mall in order to get smaller frames, but in the past week he has already grown attached to the black glasses which he has, and isn't particularly keen on exchanging them for a different set. He is about to approach her, but the lovely young woman simply smiles and continues walking on her way, hinting that she isn't really planning on hanging out with him until the mall, or is going somewhere to be by herself- probably the library or pool, from his previous experience. She seems to swim a lot, despite not giving any signs of actually being incredibly fond of the sort. It's alright that she walks away, because at that moment he receives a response text from Rey.

From: Rey
Sounds like a plan. It'll be your treat! I'll meet you there in around five minutes, okay?


He scans the text with a smile, not really thinking about the fact that he doesn't have an unlimited amount of money to be spending treating others to breakfast, because it isn't really his type of thing to worry about. After all, why think about money when one can enjoy breakfast chatting and laughing with friends? This decision against worrying is probably the best and only course of action for him, as Mikey wouldn't really know how to go about any other way. He quickly sends another text and slips the phone back into his pocket before heading towards the cafe, a little spring in his step because he believes that meals are always better with friends.

To: Rey
Alright! See you there :-)


He runs a hand through curly hair and continues to walk down the path, smiling at everyone he sees, as is his nature, until reaching Daisy's Diner and taking a seat at a booth, expecting Rey to find him, it isn't exactly a large establishment. Although Mikey picks up a menu, he is already perfectly aware of what he will be ordering- all he is doing, though, is sliding out the kids' menu. He picks a crayon out of the little box that is in the area that carries salt, pepper, and other condiments, and begins to work through the colorful little packet, one which seems to have new puzzles every time he comes. Mikey goes through the mazes and word scrambles easily, but hesitates at the Sudoku puzzle, pushing his glasses back up again and staring at them. He may be good at word puzzles and such, but Mikey has found, over the past week, that he absolutely despises Sudoku puzzles, which is strange considering his personality. That he hates something, that is. Still, he perseveres, slowly working his way through whilst awaiting Rey's arrival.

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Belle lifted herself from the pool, grabbing a plush white towel next to her bag and pulling it over herself. She held her feet in the pool and pulled the book-bag closer, extracting her journal and a pen and opening it in front of her. Small wet drops appeared from her hair on the pristine paper, but she just started writing. It was a short story, and it had everything in it she could possibly want- dragons, hero's, heroines, and- most importantly- love. She thought about that a lot, love. Then again, every girl does. It was almost finished (she had stayed up late the night prior simply doing that- writing). She read out the last line as she wrote it in. "And that, my dear, is why I never- and you should never- meddle with a fickle thing like love. Fate, love, all the same. They live together in perfect harmony." It was words she had chosen to live by, and they ended almost every love story she wrote, in different variations.

She put it back in the bag and stood up, curling her hair into the towel before she laid it back down and pulled the coverup on, pushing the door open and going back outside, then she started running. She wasn't the most athletic person in the world, but most definitely not the least by any means. She had a lot of endurance, but not whole lot of speed. She needed to go back to the house- she knew that. Her hair smelled like chlorine and she needed less revealing clothing- it wasn't like she could wear a bikini to anywhere but the beach or the pool- it just wasn't correct.

She pulled open the door to the house and rushed up stairs- not seeing that the note was gone. If she had, she would have been pissed. She also would have known immediately who it was. But she didn't and that was not important. She pulled on the clothing she had planned to wear during the day when she woke up and went back downstairs. A few hours of nice, calming reading would pass the time and then she would be able to go to the mall at an acceptable time.

She flipped on the television and turned it to some kind of scientific thing doing it's best to be 'fun' for it's younger audience- Mythbusters. She pulled out her book- she didn't watch a whole lot of T.V, she liked the background noise. Her eyes darted against the page as she curled up into the couch she was seated in.