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James Hook

Don't talk to me until I'm drunk.

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

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N i c k n a m e s ? Just James, or Hook. You may get away with Hook if I'm drunk.

A g e ? Twenty-Six

D i s n e y M o v i e ? Peter Pan

B i r t h d a y ? February 14th. Yeah, shuddup.

G e n d e r ? Let me drop my trousers and you can see for yourself. Male

S e x u a l i t y ? Bisexual --"It all blurs together when you're drunk, which I tend to be."

T h e o n l y m e m o r y l e f t ? A ticking noise, and being positively terrified of it. I think it had something to do with a not-nosed brat. Never liked kids. . .blech.


L i k e s ?
  • Alcohol
  • Parties
  • The Ocean
  • Loyalty
  • Boats

D i s l i k e s ?
  • Crocodiles
  • Children
  • Red Hair
  • Clocks
  • Sobriety

F e a r s ?
  • Crocodiles
  • Being Trapped


P e r s o n a l i t y ?
Me? Well, I guess that I could be described as a filthy drunk, because that is indeed what I am. Which is to say, the only times when I am sober bring about headaches and hangovers. Anyway, I'm slightly less irritable when I'm drunk, and in general much more sociable when my senses are blurred. When I'm sober, I'm definitely not the kindest guy around. I'm irritable and slow to trust people due to some weird paranoia, and tend to be easily angered by the excessive cheeriness of other people. I mean, god, how can anyone be happy all the time? I do my best to try and prevent someone from being so incredibly aggravating, at least when I'm sober. I'm just not the sort who is a morning person. Or an afternoon person, or a night person, for that matter. I'm kind of lazy, and tend to sleep through the day when I'm not out drinking anyway. Don't even try to get me out of bed before two pm, because there is absolutely no way that something like that is going to happen without somebody getting hurt. No, seriously, I will stab you with a fork if you wake me up before I'm ready- to be fair, I don't get to sleep rather early to begin with. Staying up all night drinking tends to screw up your sleeping schedule.

Not that I'm not brilliant anyway. See, despite being grumpy and drunken, I still think of myself as a fairly swell guy, though very few others seem to share my sentiments- whatever. So maybe I'm a tad bit arrogant, but what's wrong with that? I'm not as full of it as people like that Gaston gent, or Yzma and Kuzco. I'm not as bad as some people think I am, though most of the things that people say about me are true. I'm quite the liar, a teller of stories if you will, and so anything said about that is likely to be true. But, hey, I'm also a fairly loyal sort of chap, if I do say so myself, because a captain always goes down with their ship. Yeah, so maybe that metaphor didn't make a whole lot of sense in that context. Whatever. Point of the matter is that I'm not a completely bad guy. I mean, maybe I'm cruel to idiots, and don't have a sense of restraint or anything like that, but whatever. I'm not an idiot, and I can see when people are feeling some sort of emotions, and if I'm in a good mood I may try to help out. Which usually means only when I'm drunk.

On the topic of being drunk, I'm far more sociable when I can't really differ one person's face from another. When completely smashed, I'm kind of loud and very honest, and admittedly tend to be a bit of a hugger. I have a somewhat dirty sense of humor as well, although am not really a big flirter. Or maybe I am? I wouldn't remember anyway- I tend to forget most of my nights by the time I've woken up.


B i o g r a p h y ?
Before --Once upon a time, in a mythical island where no one grew old, fairies existed and mermaids swam through the sea, there lived a set of adults- the only human adults on that island, to be exact. Among them was Captain Hook, a cruel and cunning pirate who longed for treasure and, above all, revenge upon his greatest rival, the flying boy named Peter Pan. His life, sad as it is, basically consisted of the man trying to hunt down that human boy, and also avoiding the dreaded crocodile who took his hand, which was replaced by a hook. The very sound of a ticking noise was enough to make him squeak and run away, making it often difficult to actually defeat that annoying brat, Peter. He had a loyal crew, and a first mate who was the closest thing to a friend he had. He had been fighting with Peter when suddenly whisked off.

Island --I must say, this place is kind of strange, but I feel used to being on an island like this. When not sleeping or at the bar drinking myself into an early grave, I can usually be found at the pier, because I seem to have a strong affinity for boats and such. This place isn't too bad, I guess- the drinks are good, and one or two of the people are tolerable. Still, a lot of people are pains in the ass. All the same, I don't feel like I was particularly happy where I used to be, so I guess I'm fine where I am at the moment. Meh

P a s s w o r d ? Disney's Magic

So begins...

James Hook's Story

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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.

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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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Lucas saw Jane appear over the hill. It didn't surprise him to see her here, she managed to obtain a key to the library, although, how, he wasn't too sure. Either way, a part of him was glad to see her. He was sick of being in the golden sunlight. He wanted to recoil into his comfortable corner in the library, a book in front of him, so he can be left to his own thoughts.

He watched Jane open the door, and he happily stepped in behind her. "Anything I can help you with, Lucas?" He was already making his way to his corner, but he turned slowly.

"I am just fine, Ms. Porter," He said coolly. "I'll be in my corner." He pointed in the direction of the corner, hidden away, tucked behind a few shelves of books. He slid his away across the carpet, happy to be in the company of books.

Lucas set his bag down on the table, and smoothly sat upon the chair behind the table. He removed the few books in his bag, happy to get back to his note taking on arrhythmic equations and his copying of the dictionary. He was almost giddy at the idea of finishing the two books.




Rita Wright

The sun beat down on Rita's back, and it felt almost too good. She enjoyed the heat and warmth it brought her, even if the bright light was straining her eyes a bit too much. She yawned, running a hand through her locks as she made her way to past the library to Daisy's.

She could see a few people already wondering their way there. It wasn't uncommon to find the diner packed with people this early in the morning. Most people were still waking up, and just didn't want to make food. In her case, her roommate destroyed everything in the house.

Although, she was probably still too tired to cook anyway. Yawning, Rita half wanted to crawl her way back to her room and go back to bed, but she knew she would regret it later. She closed her eyes briefly, rubbing her hands in them, hoping to rub out the sleepy.

Instead, she slammed hard into something, and stumbled backwards. She looked up, ready to apologize, but her face settled into an annoyed glare. "Up a bit early, aren't you, James?" She questioned resting her hands on her hips.

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Even with the protection of his dark sunglasses, the sun is a force which prompts a scowl onto James' face as it shines onto his form, heating it and in general just being a royal pain in the ass to the night owl of a man. Still, his stomach twists and feels as though it will fold in on itself if he doesn't fill it with food soon, and this basic need forces the man to venture down the pathway and through the aggravating rays of the sun. What happened last night, anyway? Hm. The night had actually gone as usual, with James being drunk from the start while Yzma and Gaston tried to get in the pants of anything with a pulse. Not that James isn't up for fooling around a bit when he's drunk, of course, but he isn't nearly as crazed as those two. Honestly, if it weren't for his alcoholic tendencies, he probably wouldn't be able to stand the pair, who were loud and rather dominating with their expansive presence. In fact, the only person he even slightly gets along with when sober is Adam, and only because both of them share a sort of disdain for the company of others, though Adam's dislike of the human race is not quite as severe as that of James. However, this doesn't matter much, for James is usually drunk, and thus is part of the crowd which people view as the obnoxious and arrogant party-animals. When he is completely pissed, this is perfectly accurate.

James raises a hand to his mouth in a yawn, eyes closing for that fleeting moment, only to find himself slamming against a figure which he can instantly identify as smaller than his. Instantly his scowl deepens at the impact as both he and the person responsible for running into him take a step back to survey each other. When they do identify the person opposite to them, both people react somewhat negatively. The woman, Rita, glares at him and makes an irritated quip, whilst James sighs heavily and glares at her through his sunglasses. The two have an odd relationship, seeming to hate each other when sober, but getting along marginally better when he is drunk. Well, perhaps in the case of James that isn't particularly strange, for many people prefer the foggy-minded man to his grumpy, clear-minded self. "And why are you up, Wright? Looking for one of those little children of yours?" he snaps back, referring to the fact that Rita seems to like to play mother to many of the more naive and. . .optimistic of the island's populations. He doesn't really understand why she tolerates them, especially as he can hardly stand to be in the same room as most of them.

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"And why are you up, Wright? Looking for one of those little children of yours?"

Rita rolled her eyes at the use of her last name. She never preferred it, the name just didn't seem to fit her. James, however, never seemed to like saying her first name, unless he was completely wasted.

"Just because you can't stand the children on the island, doesn't mean everyone else does." She stated crossing her arms over her chest. She really didn't want to deal with him right now, he was clearly hungover. She wasn't in the mood to deal with his bad attitude.

"If you must know," She added finally. "I'm off to the diner for breakfast." She pushed past him, letting her hands fall to her sides. She immediately slipped her fingers into her pockets, not liking the awkwardness she felt when her hands were free to swing.

She could see the diner up ahead, could already smell the delicious pancakes wafting through the air. Rita took in a deep breath, taking in the delicious smell. She was more excited to eat than she had ever been.

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"Just because you can't stand the children on the island, doesn't mean everyone else does." Wright snaps at him, rolling her eyes in a horribly self-righteous way. Of course, James can hardly criticize on such manners- he hardly personifies the virtue of modesty, now does he? He mimics the rolling of the eyes, doing quite a good impression of her in the way that he changes his face to imitate her expression. "Oh, how bloody dull. If everyone were precisely like me, wouldn't that be grand? Well," he cuts off his own thought with a shrug, trying his best to ignore the god-awful headache pounding in the back of his mind. Clearly, the man is in need of more alcohol, or at the very least some type of nourishment. He hasn't eaten real food since yesterday morning- the man doesn't typically stay sober long enough into the day to take part in any of the other meals, after all. He adjusts his sunglasses in a pointless attempt to aid them in their job of keeping the horrid UV rays from burning his sensitive eyes to a crisp, and frowns when Wright details her actual destination. She doesn't waste any time after that, pushing the hungover man out of the way and storming off to the diner.

Hmph. Well, s'pose I won't be going there for breakfast, then. Lord, Wright can be such a bitch at times. Not that I'm one to talk, eh? I need a drink. Does Max's at least serve some sort of drink? I can't even remember. Fuck it- I'm going to Pluto's. I could use a mountain of cheese, grease and sauce right now anyway, he decides, ultimately making the decision so that he doesn't have to deal with Wright's morning pissiness, completely ignoring the fact that he isn't exactly a ray of sunshine at the moment anyway. Of course, it does help that no one tends to be going to Pluto's at this time of day, meaning he can be alone until ensuring that he is too drunk to even tell the difference between the people surrounding him.

With a large, borderline obnoxious yawn, the man turns on his heels and begins walking to Pluto's, hands in his pockets and everything about him still a complete and utter mess to behold, regardless of who's looking. That's him, though- a mess on two feet. Honestly, people could get stuck in his strange and indomitable hair, and his fashion style doesn't have much to say about itself either.