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Casey Mota

Nobody wants to be cooped up on this island forever...

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a character in “Disney's Magical Island”, as played by CielleAmor

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Nicknames: Just Casey.
Age: 20
Disney Movie: Hunchback of Notre Dame
Birthday: November 11
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
The only memory left: "I was at some sort of street festival. People were acting crazy and wore these hideous masks. It was at the same time exciting and terrifying. I couldn't get over this guilty feeling though, as if I wasn't supposed to be there or something."

Likes:
  • Carving
  • Making music
  • Paris
  • Art
  • People-watching

Dislikes:
  • Being alone
  • Being the center of attention
  • People judging others
  • Being lied to
  • Hypocrisy

Fears:
  • Abandonment
  • Not being able to protect those he loves


Personality:Casey is shy and naive, but he is probably one of the most kind-hearted people you could ever meet. He tends to be somewhat socially awkward and insecure. When he finally does open up to a person, he has the tendency to become very attached and devoted to his friends-- some may even describe him as clingy. He is fiercely loyal and unafraid to put himself in danger for someone he cares about. Don't let his shy and gently nature fool you; Casey is surprisingly strong and agile.
An artist at heart, Casey has a love for making music and crafting things with his hands, such as carved wooden figurines and sculptures made from found objects like sea glass.


Biography:
Before the island:Quasimodo was raised in the bell tower of Notre Dame by Minister of Justice Claude Frollo, whom he believed to be a benevolent adoptive father who was protecting him from the cruelty of the world after his heartless Gypsy mother abandoned him as a baby. In reality, his mother had died at the hands of Frollo while trying to protect Quasi. Secluded from the rest of society, Quasi watched the people of Paris from the bell tower, longing to be among them but fearing how he would be viewed by the people. To make life in the bell tower less dull, he began carving figurines of the townspeople and crafting a scale model of Paris as he could see it from where he lived. He befriended the gargoyles of Notre Dame, who during the Feast of Fools talked him into defying Frollo's wishes and leaving Notre Dame to go to the Festival, where met Esmeralda, a beautiful Gypsy girl who is kind to him despite his appearance.

On the island:Casey woke up on the shore of the island, surrounded by a group of others. Instinctually, he quickly made his way out of sight of the other people so that he could assess the situation at hand. He couldn't remember anything-- who he was, how he got here. Well, he did remember something, vaguely, about some sort of a street festival, but it was almost like a dream. From what he could tell as the others began to wake up, they couldn't remember anything either. They best they could all hope to do was forge some sort of life together from here on out, and hope that the memories came back eventually. During the first week of being on the island, Casey kept pretty much to himself, more watching and observing as things went on than anything else, and occasionally carving with a pocket knife he found. The people here seemed very interesting. He was intrigued by some, wary of others. Only time would tell what was to come.

Password: Disney's Magic

So begins...

Casey Mota's Story

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Character Portrait: Gaston LeGumme Character Portrait: Mulan Hua Character Portrait: Yzma Empressa Character Portrait: Rey Kuzco Character Portrait: Rapunzel Gold Character Portrait: Briar "Aurora" Rose
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The sea sparkled a crystal blue, and seagulls cawed out to one another. On the other side of the island, the smell of pancakes filled Daisy's Diner. All over the island, beams of sunlight found themselves covering the premises. It was morning and the island was just waking up. All over, our fairytale characters started to open their eyes and venture outside of their manors, starting the day.

Day: 8th day on the island, Monday
Weather: Sunny and clear skies
Notes: Welcome, we are finally starting so let's enjoy this to the max. Also this is where I'll write assignments and events, if any. Also you can always look in the imporatant annoucments for them.



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The bright light oozing from the window woke Aurora. She wanted to continue to sleep, but with the light shining directly at her face it was a bit difficult. Also she could go close the curtains, but that would mean she'd have to get up and if she get's up then she might as well wake up entirely. After another five minutes of blinding light, and different positions, Aurora gave up and got out of bed. She opened the curtains all the way, letting the light eluminate the room. Quickly, Aurora changed out of her nightgown into this (one labeled Aurora) and went towards the kitchen. There she made coffee and breakfast for her roommates. She had to admit that she had tons of luck being roomed with Casey and Rapunzel. Aurora thought that they we're just both lovely. As she finished making the french toast and leaving it on the table, Auroa left a note saying that she was gone for the day. Packing her bag with a bathing suit that she'd found at Clarabelle Cow's Clothing, towel, and a lot of sunblock for her white skin, Auroa decieded to spend a day at the beach. Making sure the door was closed behind her, she started to glide her way to the beach, singing a small tune.


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Yzma was very aggitated to have been woken up, she heard some annoying creature at her window and it pissed her off. Oh well, she was awake now and there wasn't anything she could really do. Checking herself in the mirror, she removed all the night products she wears nightly. Then Yzma continued to add on her morning products, for some reason she was afraid of being all wrinkly which was odd since she's absolutely young and stunning. Glancing around her room, she took off her clothes and put on a bathrobe since she was going to take a shower soon. Setting out the clothes that she was going to wear today on her bed, Yzma started to think what she was going to do today. Maybe hang out with the boys and go drinking or something. She had to admit that there was a group that most people on the island didn't like, and she was part of it. Oddly enough they were able to stand each other, except for Ray. "Ugh damn you Kuzco!" she exclaimed to herself, thinking about the endless bickering of the previous night. After her obsession had left her, she decieded it was time to get herself clean. Jumping in the shower, Yzma started to belt out in song, making sure that it was loud enough for both Gaston and Mulan to hear. For Mulan to annoy her, and for Gaston so he might jump in and join her in the shower. "When I was a girl at my daddy's side,Papa, the royal mortician,Revealed to me in secret signs,The mark of the magician!" she sang loudly.

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Character Portrait: Rapunzel Gold Character Portrait: Briar "Aurora" Rose Character Portrait: Naomi King Character Portrait: Jessamine Amari Character Portrait: Casey Mota Character Portrait: Preston "Pooh" Hastings
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Casey woke to the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. He sat up in bed, stretched and yawned. Light was coming through the edges of the curtains, and he got up to pull them aside. He had a fantastic view of the water from here, and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day on the island. Without giving much thought to the items he chose, Casey pulled on a pair of jeans and a simple tee shirt he had gotten from the mall last week and headed downstairs, noticing the plate of French toast and a note from Aurora on the kitchen table. How nice of her, to have made breakfast for them.

He took some fruit from the fridge and sat down at the table for breakfast, thinking about what he should do today. There were a few projects he had begun that he could finish. Although, he could use some more sea glass for one of them. "That will be the first order of business for the day," he said to no one in particular. "Then maybe I'll catch up with Pooh and--" He caught himself talking out loud and stopped himself, embarrassed. He would do this from time to time, and he was glad that most of the time nobody else was around to hear him. He glanced over at the stairs, hoping Rapunzel was still asleep and hadn't heard him talking to himself. He was certain most people thought him strange or awkward at the least, and he didn't want them to think he was crazy too.

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A rumbling noise brought Jess out of her sleep and she opened her eyes slightly, then groaned and pulled the covers over her head to block out the light. She had forgotten to close her curtains last night and the morning sunlight was glaring into the east-facing room. The rumbling continued, and it took Jess a minute to realize it was Rajah purring right beside her head. Man, that little orange kitten she had found last week had a loud purr. Jess lowered the blanket from her face to see the kitten laying contentedly on her pillow, and when Rajah noticed the movement he moved closer to bump his head against Jess's forehead, giving a quiet meow.

Jess sighed and sat up, scratching the kitten's head. "I guess I need to get you something to eat, don't I?" she said to the cat. She stood and walked to her closet, and pulled out a simple dress in her favorite color, teal. As she walked downstairs, Rajah kept pace with her, weaving between her strides and nearly tripping her. Jess rolled her eyes, but it was really hard to get irritated with the adorable little kitten. She poured a cup full of kitten food into a bowl on the kitchen floor and smiled as Rajah greedily dug in.

The smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafted from Daisy's Diner not far from the house. Perhaps Naomi would want to go and get breakfast with her. She left the cat to his meal, and headed back upstairs to knock on Naomi's bedroom door, hoping she was already awake. "Naomi?" she called. "You up? Want to go grab something to eat with me?"

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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: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Rapunzel Gold Character Portrait: Naomi King Character Portrait: Jessamine Amari Character Portrait: Casey Mota Character Portrait: Preston "Pooh" Hastings
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Jessamine laughed when she heard Peter's voice bellowing from his room down the hall. "All right," she said, taking in his disheveled, just-out-of-bed appearance. "Go get dressed, we'll head over to Daisy's Diner in a few minutes." Jess wasn't much of a cook, but even if she was, there wasn't much of any food in the kitchen to make. Perhaps a grocery stop would be in order sometime today. Maybe, if she got around to it.

She knocked on Naomi's door again, not wanting to leave her behind, but knowing that now that Peter was up and had his mind set on food it wouldn't be very much longer that they'd have to leave. "Na? If you want some breakfast, we're leaving soon. I might head out to the beach afterwards if you want to come. Looks like it's going to be a gorgeous day out there."

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Having just taken a big bite of French toast, Casey smiled a silent hello in return as Rapunzel made her way, her own way, from upstairs. She certainly was an original, and that made him admire her all the more. She wasn't afraid to be exactly who she wanted to be, regardless of what others thought of her, and Casey wished he could be at least a little more like that. "Yes, please," he responded when she offered him some orange juice, and he slid the bowl of fruit closer too her in case she wanted some.

"I was thinking about going over to the beach sometime today to look for some sea glass, and maybe some driftwood," he said in response to Rapunzel's question about his plans for the day. "But I would like to catch up with Pooh, if you're planning to go to see him anyway. Naomi, too." They were some of the few people on the island he actually felt comfortable around, besides Wendy. He wondered what she was doing today, and thought he may ask her to come along later at the beach. HeJ knew she loved being outside, and he did enjoy listening to her stories while he worked on his projects. Casey brought his mind back to the present, and thanked Rapunzel for the orange juice.

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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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Character Portrait: Jane Porter Character Portrait: Rapunzel Gold Character Portrait: Naomi King Character Portrait: Jessamine Amari Character Portrait: Casey Mota Character Portrait: Lucas Hiss
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Jane Porter

It had been early morning when Jane had woken up. It wasn't even dawn yet, the sun started to rise yet. Jane laid there for awhile and she looked out her window. After awhile she had tossed the blankets to the side, swung her feet over, and stood up, her feet landing on the floor. She stretched her arms out and she meanwhile it was stretching her back out. Her lips parted letting out a small yawn. Soon Jane walked over to her closet and she opened it and pulled out something to wear for the day and laid it out on her bed. She looked around the room to make sure she had nothing to take care of for now.

Jane walked over to the bathroom where she could take a shower, Jane had gotten in and she turned the hot water on. It came spraying out and it ran down her body. It felt nice just to stand there under the hot water but soon enough she had to get around to washing her body parts and her hair. After she was all nice and clean she turned off that shower and stepped out. She took a nice soft white towel from the pile of folded towels and wrapped it around her body. Walking up to the mirror she stared at her reflection for a bit and then pulled the hair dryer out and she began to dry her hair. It took twenty minutes but she had done it and her hair was brushed out.

Jane walked back out into her room and dried herself. Soon she had gotten dressed in this and she made sure her dress was smoothed out and it was straight. She smiled as it seemed to look perfect. Soon Jane slipped on her flats and then walked over to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and turned her curling iron on letting it heat up as she put in her earrings and washed her face and moisturized it. She put a bit of eyeliner and lipstick on but nothing to heavy. Jane then was reading to curl her brown locks and after an hour she had perfectly curled her hair and arranged them neatly.

Now she was ready and presentable. Some people thought she was boring and dull but they didn't even know half of her. They thought she was all about being proper but if they took the time to know her they'd know she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty or going on any sort of adventure. They all just avoid her thinking she's a stick in the mud. Jane grabbed a book, her favourite one that was about different animals. She loved to read and it was her favourite thing to do in the world. Soon enough she had left her room and the sun had just gotten up. She went to sit on a grassy bank by the beach and she began to read while feeling the light breeze on her face. After awhile Jane could smell cooking and she went to where the smell was. She smiled as Aurora had made some breakfast and Jane got a little bit before leaving again. Now it seemed others were getting up and Jane had left her book closed in her hand.

Jane had walked off and went somewhere quiet and alone. She didn't really know who all wanted to be around her but it didn't matter, eventually someone would be friends with her, right? None the less Jane, mustn't be this way and she should be happy, she didn't need to let things get her down. Jane began to now walk around the island and eventually she came up to the library, oddly enough she had a key to the library and she soon opened it seeing someone else there, "Good morning, to you, Sir." She said politely. She had learned to keep a nice appearance and those who weren't her friend just got the typical attitudes of her being proper. Jane had gone and walked in the library turning on a few lights and then she returned her book and put it back on the shelf. "Anything I can help you with Lucas?" Jane asked casually.




Naomi King

Naomi had been sleeping, she loved her sleep and it was almost nearly impossible for her to get up. Naomi was just dreaming and she was minding her own business in her dreams. She was running around Africa for some reason and she just kept running faster and faster and she was chasing after something, or someone perhaps. Naomi wasn't completely sure but she kept chasing after it, her blood pumping and growls could be heard all around her but she never took note to it at all. Soon that was when she saw a dark face, there was a scar on his face, his voice was deep and dark, and everything about him was off putting, Then there was thumping but it wasn't her heart beat and she was confused. For awhile she couldn't figure it out until finally she work with a start and heard Jess outside her room and her heat was still beating and she couldn't find her words at first.

Soon Peter came out of his room and he seemed excited for breakfast and Naomi jumped out of bed. "I'm coming!" She shouted back to Jess and Peter and Naomi began to look around her room and she was pawing for things, looking anything, anything to get changed into. She quickly pulled on some jean shorts, and a nice white tank top. Naomi soon found her self in the bathroom fumbling around with the brush and trying to brush her messy bed head so she was somewhat presentable. Naomi had managed to brush her hair and she slipped on some socks and a pair of black ankle converse.

Soon she was looking around for something but she couldn't think of what and then she decided it wasn't very important at all. "I'll be out in just a second!" She called back out to them and she went back to her mirror and applied some makeup but not a whole lot. Soon she had found her keys and she shoved them in her pocket and then opened her door. She came out and closed the door behind herself. "Well, I'd love to get breakfast! and go to the beach later on." She said flashing Jess and Peter a smile. Naomi linked her arm with Jess's and began to walk down the hall and down the stairs with Jess.




Preston "Pooh" Hastings

It was the morning and as always Pooh was cheery as ever. He got up and he began to dance around the room in his underwear for a bit. He had been dance to the beat in his head and he was swinging his hips and just enjoying himself as much as he could. Pooh was soon singing songs and he had a bright cheery smile on his face. Soon he had walked to his closet and found a shirt he had hanging up. It was a blue and white stripped shirt and he loved the material of it, it was so soft! Pooh soon found some black skinny jeans and he put them on. Then her found a beanie and placed it on his messy hair and he soon began to giggle like a little school girl and there was no reason behind it.

Soon the wafts of good smelling food and came into his nostrils and he perked with interest, and had stopped his giggles. Pooh soon jumped with joy knowing he'd soon be sinking his teeth into something good, something tasty and something he could enjoy. He had instantly raced out of his room and he began to follow the scent trying to get to it. He wanted to be near it and he had to be near it! He soon followed it into a kitchen and there he saw Rapunzel and Casey and he broke into a big smile.

"Punzy! Case!" He shouted and ran over and his arms wrapped around Rapunzel giving her a friendly hug and he grinned and smiled brightly at the two. "What's going on!?" He asked in his good spirits. He soon grabbed himself a plate and he began to shove the food into his mouth fast, he was hungry and he needed the food to keep him well and not cranky, a cranky Pooh was never the best Pooh there was. "Any plans for you guys?" He asked the others and smiled.

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Imagine a room completely covered in darkness, any light blocked out by thick curtains that are pushed as far together as possible so that not even the tiniest sliver of illumination can infiltrate the fortress of sleep. This would be the state of the room in which one man with wild brown hair and a fondness for drink sleeps at the moment, nothing but a mass under a mess of blankets. The only thing which reveals him to still be living is the steady movement of breathing which brings the blanket pile up and down, as well as the soft snoring noise that almost resembles thunder. The man only really snores when he has been drinking, strangely enough, or at least that can be believed, though there haven't exactly been plenty of chances to test otherwise- he has not gone to bed sober for the entirety of the week which he has lived on this bizarre island of colorful personalities and quickly evolving friendships and relationships. As far as his own relationships go, for the most part they have been forged using alcohol as shady glue and bottles to make a colored-glass structure. After all, no one really is very fond of James unless he is drunk, for when sober he is hardly the most sociable man on the island. Though considered part of the groupof people who parade around as better than others, the man is really only like that when drunk. Otherwise, he is a grumpy recluse who would honestly rather people just leave him alone to read or sleep. Usually the latter, as one must sleep off hangovers eventually. He would be perfectly happy to sleep all day and party all night, were it not for that blasted roommate of his, the constantly cheerful and rarely intelligent Preston. James refuses to acknowledge Pooh as a nickname for him, because he cannot fathom why someone would ever choose shit as a nickname by choice. It's just stupid.

It is because of that roommate that he is awake now when he'd rather not be, and the throbbing headache that greets him like a familiar and bitter lover keeps the man from getting back to that precious sleep he had just been experiencing. "Damnit. Whatever, I'll just go for a morning drink," he mutters to himself, standing up and stumbling forward slightly before regaining his balance. The man eventually makes it to the shower and rids himself, temporarily, of the pungent scent of alcohol that clings to his being like some noxious gas. After becoming somewhat proper, putting on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a shirt which is not buttoned up all the way and a black suit jacket, the man makes his way slowly down the stairs until reaching his goal- a bottle of rum stashed in the freezer and hidden in an ice cream carton. Shouldn't have to hide my liquor like it is some sort of crime, he thinks bitterly, though the act is taken because Preston had thrown out the last bottle he had left out, claiming that he was trying to help. A long swig of the drink helps to fog the man's mind up a bit, enough to get him through a breakfast somewhere before he makes his way to his usual station as a bum drinking alcohol in his house or at the harbor. Sliding on sunglasses and a pair of shoes, James takes another drink and leaves for breakfast.

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Casey doesn't actually get a decent chance to say anything before the sound of the door opening turns Rapunzel's attention away from him, and one of the people mentioned comes into the kitchen with a trademark look of hungry on his ever-innocent face. Her face breaks out into a big smile at nearly the same time as Pooh's, who exclaims their names before running over and wrapping Rapunzel up in a brief hug. The two are very close friends, probably each other's best friends on the island, at least to Rapunzel, and so she is not at all bothered by the fact that he had simply stormed into their house uninvited. Such actions are completely characteristic of Pooh, who had probably followed his nose to discover what remained of Aurora's scrumptious cooking. Rapunzel can't help but laugh as the boy quickly pushes everything that is left onto his plate. She finishes washing the last dish and puts it into the cupboard -she finds it much faster than using the dishwasher, and likes to keep constantly busy- before responding to his question. Pooh is already stuffing his face, eating the breakfast as though it were going to disappear after a set amount of time if he didn't cram it down his throat in time to save it. "Well, Casey was going to go to the beach to look for sea glass, and I was thinking of tagging along," she explains cheerfully, wondering if she would perhaps run into Naomi along the way. Just in case, she reminds herself to put a bathing suit on under some sort of clothing, so that they can have some sort of splashing fight. Well, she'll likely throw water at Pooh, as well, so she would need to put on something more hydrophobic anyway.

"Actually, we were also planning on going to visit you. You should come with us," Rapunzel suggests, energetically pushing through and by now simply assuming that Casey will be okay with her going along for the glass-searching plans for the day. The young woman is already, once more, sick of standing still, and so kind of dances over back to the table and squats down so that her elbows are against the surface, propping up her head. "So are we set? I can go change." With that, she darts upstairs, rinses off, and changes into a bathing suit and sundress. All of that takes maybe five minutes, but she stops to brush her hair until it is silky smooth, which takes another five. Altogether, it is ten minutes before she is sliding down the stair rails once more.