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Mikey Muse

Aw, Gee, I just want to make people smile.

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

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Michael Muse

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N i c k n a m e s ? Mikey
A g e ? Twenty
D i s n e y M o v i e ? Original Movie
B i r t h d a y ? December 5th
G e n d e r ? Male
S e x u a l i t y ? Bisexual
T h e o n l y m e m o r y l e f t ?
I can remember riding through a strangely colorful and lively countryside in a car that may or may not have had a face. There was a girl beside me, and she must have been someone important, because her nearness made me strangely happy. She wore polka dots, and for some reason I wasn't wearing a shirt. We must have been going for a picnic, because a large, old-fashioned picnic basket was sitting in her lap, brimming almost comically with food. A yellow dog was in the back, and I assume he belonged to me. The weather was perfect, the grass greener than possible, and everything in the word seemed to smile, even inanimate objects. It makes me want to go back to that memory- it seems so cheerful, you know? So. . .unreal.

Likes:
  • The Piano
  • Dogs
  • Girls who wear dresses
  • Groups of people
  • Making others smile

Dislikes:
  • Cats
  • Cigarettes and Cigars
  • People who refuse to laugh
  • Crying People
  • Chocolate

F e a r s ?
  • Ailurophobia --Ailurophobia is defined as the fear of cats- something which Mikey has had for as long as he can remember (which isn't very long, considering the fact that he doesn't remember anything about his past at all). In his old form, he mocked cats enough to not entirely fear them, or at least suppressed the fear with his personal wit. All the same, Mikey himself does have a fear of cats, and will avoid them if possible. It isn't so bad that he would freeze up or something, by the young man's hands will become clammy and his faces pales greatly as he tries to get as far away from them as possible. It doesn't help that the young man has severe allergies to cats, and his throat will swell up under the circumstances where he is exposed to them, with the exception of completely hairless felines.
  • Acrophobia --A fear of heights is irrational- it is the fear of falling and dying as you smack against the pavement that is a completely rational and natural phobia. However, it is the former which Mikey possesses, as being in an area which is too high up is likely to make him nearly pass out or, on some occasions, vomit. Simply being so high up makes him feel sick to his stomach, the place seeming strange and uncomfortable for him. He has never been a very tall person, and so some would joke that his fear of heights is because he isn't used to being above anyone. Point of the matter is that he simply doesn't like heights a single bit.


P e r s o n a l i t y ?
Mikey has always been the sort of person who prefers to go out and play rather than work, more of a child than an adult in that aspect. He has an overactive imagination and a generous dose of bravery, allowing him to stubbornly charge into adventures that may not be incredibly intelligent to embark on. Still, despite the flaw of having trouble with keeping up with work and thinking his actions through, the young man is somewhat reliable. If he promises to do something, though distractions may delay the finishing of it, it will happen eventually, and generally to the best of his abilities. After all, Mikey doesn't do anything halfway at all, the sort who takes pride in the work that he does get around to, and has a level of arrogance which leads him to try and impress others. This is especially true when it comes to the apples of his eyes, for the young man is the sort to only like one girl, and to go out of his way to impress her and make her happy. He's just a little bit of a hopeless romantic at heart, you see, and likes the make the one that he cares for smile- to him, that is the best sort of reward. This comes from a sort of innocence in the young man, who is just a tad bit naive in the ways of the world, and very quick to trust others. He is a firm believer in second, third, fourth and fifth chances, because the boy knows that everyone, no matter how they may seem at first, has a dash of good within them. It is simply a fact of life that he lives by.

Although he is a very caring sort of optimist, Mikey can also be somewhat forgetful, leaving him to lose track of important dates or details that he would have been better off remembering. Through good luck and the help of others, the young man usually does manage to make up for what he forgets, or remember just in time to right any wrongs that his wandering mind may have caused. Despite this, he does also have the tendency to put others before himself, partially due to the fact that the unhappiness of others makes him feel uncomfortable and inexplicably guilty. Thus, the empathetic young man will often make a fool of himself in order to get others to smile, goofing around or making funny faces for others. He isn't afraid to put himself out there, not usually the type who will constantly fear consequences. That being said, Mikey can be somewhat bashful around people whom he deems superior to himself, and can turn a rather adorable shade of crimson when this is the case. Every emotion he has is adorable clear on his open-book face, and so one never needs to be unsure of what he is thinking, unless they are oblivious to the point of stupidity. Even then, he is usually fairly straightforward about his opinions and emotions towards others. Mikey is not a man of secrets.


B i o g r a p h y ?
[Erm. As an original Disney character, a 'before is somewhat difficult.]

Before --As the beloved and heroic Mickey Mouse, the young man had a good number of friends, was completely smitten with one Minnie Mouse, and had adventures that went on for much longer than most others can claim. Perhaps given some sort of immortality, or having the ability to constantly reincarnate, Mickey lived the life of a normal mouse, a brave leader of the 3 Muskateers, a wizard's apprentice, and the owner of a Dinner Theater. His life was so inconsistant that one could not easily summarize it without requiring some extensive research, but one thing that was always there would be his beloved friends, who existed everywhere that he did, with little to no exceptions. The adventure he lived just before the change, however, was one of those in which he was a fairly normal mouse, beloved by friends despite an occasionally forgetful and stubborn nature. He was an everyman of sorts, cheerful but imperfect, loyal but forgetful, etc. He was going on a picnic with friends, though only Minnie and Pluto rode in the same car as he did, and looked forward to it quite a bit. The picnic was set up in a typical cartoon-y fashion, and everyone was all smiles and cheer, though Donald had started off somewhat upset because they forgot to pack his favorite food. That is, until Pete had to come along and ruin everything- he kidnapped lovely Minnie, as usual, and ran off with the female mouse, for whatever reason he usually has. Naturally, Mickey had to go and save his beloved from the wicked cat, and so chased after the pair, aided by his faithful pooch, Pluto. He had to get through a rather strange set of obstacles, including a destroyed bridge and a cake with a bomb in it, before almost reaching his beloved to save her. Naturally, as it is in the nature of the stars to cross, it was that moment at which the poor mouse was whisked away to some strange place, and given a human body.

After --Mikey washed onto the shore, throroughly confused and finding himself sorely in need of a good pair of glasses, but luckily found himself to not be the only person in this state of being (Well, minus the glasses part). It came to light that no one actually remembered their past, with the exception of their names. People seemed to remember some skills, and things like that, but not much else could really be found in the minds of most. Personally, Mikey could vaguely remember something, some sort of picnic and girl, but they seemed far too dream-like for him to consider that the dream may actually be any sort of real thing, though he completely wishes it had been. Honestly, Mikey is quite happy on the island, where everyone seems friendly enough, and doesn't see a great urgency in finding his way home. Or he wouldn't, were it not for his wondering about whether there are people looking for him, worrying about him. Were this the case, he could not live with simply lounging about in contentment, while others were unhappy and searching for him. Thus, though he enjoys his life here, Mikey would rather like to find out the truth of everything, in case there is a life he is missing, people he is without, etc.

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

So begins...

Mikey Muse's Story

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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


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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Rey Kuzco




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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Rey arrived a bit later than he had predicted, mostly because of that fact that he had gotten a bit too caught up in an imaginary concert he was giving. It wasn't his fault, of course. Music just ran through his body and he happened to let himself be swept away by it more than a few times. Thankfully it was Mikey he was having breakfast today that morning. If he had arrived late for some of his other friends - cough, cough, Yzma - Rey would simply never hear the end of it. That was a trait that Rey happened to like about Mikey. He was loyal, too nice for his own good, and gullible; as some would say (aka Rey), he was a great lackey. That being said, Rey did consider him a friend in his own odd way.

"Yo, Mikey!" Rey's voice boomed through the air when he spotted his friend already seated in a booth. A silly grin had made it's way on his face as his hand moved into the air to give half a wave. Making his way over to Mikey, Rey notices him working on the kid menu's puzzles with a crayon. His eyes immediately brightened up. "Oh, have you done the maze yet? I rock at those," he bragged as he sat across his friend. He quickly noticed that most the puzzles were completed except the Sudoku puzzle. His eyebrows scrunched up together in distaste. Rey wasn't good with numbers and simply put didn't have the patience for those kind of puzzles. Quickly, Rey took the regular menu and began flipping through it. He began to glance over the pictures and food, analyzing all of them like it was the first time he had seen them. Rey always had a hard time figuring out things, what to eat fo example. In the end, Rey would usually always end up picking the same thing he always did in the end. In that case, it would be pancakes and a chocolate milkshake. Rey wasn't aware of his habit though, and like always, began trying to decide what would please his hunger.

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Mikey is crossing out, for the third time, his entries on the Sudoku puzzle in front of him when a familiar voice rings loudly through the mostly-empty diner. Of course, regardless of how crowded a place is, Rey always seems to have a way of making his voice heard in it. Mikey admires that in his friend, who always seems so confident and comfortable in his own skin. Not that he isn't comfortable in his own skin -Mikey is rather content, in fact- but the extreme confidence is something that, unlike most others on the island, he rather likes. It gives people a sort of presence, after all. You simply can't ignore them, even if one were to try to do so. The shout, "Yo, Mikey!" catches his attention immediately, of course, bringing his eyes up and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they threaten to slip once more on account of the angle his head is tilted at. The young man's face breaks out into a bright a friendly smile, and he raises a hand to wave before Rey reaches the table he is sitting at. "Oh, Have you done the maze yet? I rock at those," Rey boasts with a cheerful expression as he slides into the seat across from Mikey. A frown flickers across the bespectacled lad's face before he shrugs and smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry, Rey, I've already done 'em all. Forgot that you liked to do those ones!" he admits with a warm but apologetic air about him. Seeing that Rey has begun flicking through the menu, Mikey picks his own up and looks at it, not really paying attention to the pictures, just making himself busy until Rey orders. He is conscious of always choosing the same thing, and of the fact that Rey always seems to order the chocolate milkshake and pancakes, regardless of how long he flips through the menu or how intently he stares at the various options which it presents in aesthetically pleasing ways. He only really stares at the menu for a moment before placing it back down on the table and glancing over his shoulder around the place. There never actually appear to be any cooks here, yet food is constantly being whipped up, and is consistently delicious.

"Getting pancakes and a chocolate milkshake?" Mikey asks Rey, guessing that the young man before him will order the usual dish- there has been no evidence as of yet that he will choose any alternatives.