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Mulan Hua

"This is amazing... but I don't belong here."

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

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Mulan

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Nicknames: Lana
Age: 19
Disney Movie: Mulan
Birthday: March 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Closet Bisexual
The only memory left: I remember chopping off my hair with a sword. I remember the feeling of confusion and loyalty. I remember getting on a black horse and leaving my home. I remember the love I felt for my father. Why I did it, I don't know. But I do know that I love my father, and that's why I want to return despite the amazing things on this island.

Likes:
  • Sparring
  • Children
  • Singing
  • Reading
  • Tea

Dislikes:
  • Uncomfortable clothing
  • Patriarchy
  • Sexism
  • Murderers
  • Cockiness/Vanity

Fears:
  • Losing her loved ones
  • Never returning home


Personality: I am a courageous and self-reliant person; independent, basically. I like to rely on myself and feel at least a tiny bit of shame if someone has to do something for me. I mean, if I can do it myself, why not? Right? I guess I could be considered a tomboy. It's what everyone else sees me as. Sure, I may not bake, but I can be feminine at times. I'm pretty sure I've been raised a lady, though I don't know why I can be so... masculine at times. I know my manners and etiquette, but I'm also straightforward about a lot of things. I’m not really into the whole finding a guy and getting married thing like the other girls are, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to get married, I just don’t feel the need to rush it. I’m smart and resourceful, but I’m rather clumsy at times. Oh, I’m also outgoing and adventurous. Nothing more fun than running around and having... well, fun, right? If you're up for a race, a spar, or game, then so am I usually. Guys just generally are more fun than girls, which is why I like to hang out with them.

For some reason, I’m able to fit in with the guys really well. It’s as if I have lived with a bunch of them before. Maybe I had a lot of brothers? I wonder what it could be. I personally don’t burp in public, but I have no problem with the ones that do. It's a natural thing. If they eat like pigs and talk like dirty old men, it's not that hard to ignore, though I wish they would watch their tongue around the children. I'm not as rough as men, contrary to the belief of some people on the island. A little note: I reflexively change my tone around guys. When I catch myself I try not to, but it just happens.

Biography:
Fairy Tale
Mulan had joined the war in place of her father to save him. Her father, worn and disabled from the previous war, had insisted he go, stubborn about his family's pride. So, desperate to keep her father alive, Mulan cut her hair, stole her father's armour, and took his place as the Hua family's son. At first she did not fit in, but eventually she was able to prove to them that she took was capable of fighting in the war. In fact, capable enough to safe the lives of many men, including her general. When her true gender was found out, it was customary to have her executed for disobeying the law, but she was spared. Later on, she continued to the city to warn her fellow men of enemy invasions. However, now a woman in their eyes, no one wanted to listen to her. It turned out that she was right, and the Huns threatened the life of the emperor, but she used her brains to save him. She was declared the hero of China, and returned home to tell her father that she had been able to bring honour to their family. To end off a good story, her general and her had fallen in love, but she was stolen away immediately after her reunion with her family.

Reality
I woke up to the sounds of waves crashing onto the shore. I found it strange because… for some reason I knew that I had never been near the ocean. It was a completely foreign place to me. When I opened my eyes I really was on a beach. Sitting up, I looked around and saw some other people as well. I clutched my head; it was throbbing so much. I don’t remember anything. I kept asking myself questions like who I am, where I was and how I got here. For a while I just sat in the sand, and looked out towards the horizon. I simply stared at the ocean, enjoying the view, just hoping it was all just a strange dream. Finally, a couple hours later, I realized that I wasn’t dreaming. It was reality.

After coming to realization, I got up and inspected the area. The warm sand sank under the weight of me and coming off the side of the beach I see some sort of bridge. There’s a large round metallic looking device at the end of it, but I had no idea what it was. I hadn't seen anything like it. It looked like a large metal wheel, but it was just a frame. I wondered what it was. Looking to both sides all I saw was the ocean. This must be an island. I walked inside the island, trying to find out what this island was. After a few minutes of walking, I come to a really, really, really large looking store. The sign said “Mickey’s Mall”. I had no idea what a mall was, but I walked inside, marveling at the sudden change in temperature. I didn’t know how it could be so much cooler inside! Could it be magic? I guess this sort of thing didn't exist from where I came from. Looking around I saw a bunch of stores lined up all the way down the “mall”. Everything was so… modern… I guess. At this point, I thought to myself that I must have been a farm girl or something of the like to be so unfamiliar with such technology and advancements.

Once I explored the mall I left and started exploring the rest of the island. The island was big enough for all the people I saw and there weren’t any islands nearby. I’ve met a few people so far, none of which I know. They seem alright. I’ve become friends with quite a few people, except some that remind me of somebody I should be scared of. Life here is okay, but I don’t feel like I suit this life. I really want to go home, back to a family I believe does exist.

Anything else? Since a week’s gone by, I’ve gotten a little bit used to the amazing technology, but I’m still learning. I love my new 'phone', as they call it. I've gotten fairly handy with it as well. I think the stove amazes me the most since it is able to cook food so quickly. Because food and such is prepared for us, I feel wrong just sitting there and taking it all in. Every morning and evening I go out for a run around the island. Sometimes I jump in for a swim, but I don’t really like the salty taste of the ocean. Also, I think I’m pretty good at martial arts. A familiar instinct comes over me when I feel scared or threatened. As for clothing, I enjoy the variety they provide. I'm most comfortable in sweats, but I do enjoy dressing up as well as getting 'dolled up' with makeup. Somehow I had the feeling I couldn't dress the way I wanted back home, and being able to wear and do what I want was kind of nice.

Password: Disney’s Magic

So begins...

Mulan Hua'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: Gaston LeGumme Character Portrait: Terk Vines Character Portrait: Mulan Hua Character Portrait: Yzma Empressa Character Portrait: Tylar Zane Character Portrait: Rita Wright
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Gaston LeGumme

The little slither of light that shone between the crack in his curtains rested directly on his eyes, burning them and forcing them to open up. Gaston groaned. The sun was only just rising, and already he was being forced to wake from his beauty sleep. Well, I guess I'm already beautiful enough... He slowly rolled up into a sitting position, dragging a hand down his flawless face and onto his bare muscly chest. As he gazed in thought, a cunning smirk lit up his face. He'd just remembered last night's events unfolding in his head. He had gotten carried away with himself, flirting and getting up close to... Someone. Was it Meg? Probably... Or maybe it was... Molly? Eh. It didn't matter now. They would've had the time of their lives anyway. And he, of course, made sure that all his women had the time of their lives with him. He was, as everyone knew, the spawn of God himself... Lifting out of bed, the strong bodied man strutted to his full length mirror and admired himself within it, butt naked in all it's, what should be censored, glory. "Why hello there handsome." He said to himself, winking at the reflection and almost wanting to jump on it. "Looking as strong and drop dead sexy as ever..." He chuckled lightly before looking more southwards. "And hello there to you too." He said down to it, giving it a small pat. "Oooh, good to see you big and strong today as well." He commented, laughing a bit more in triumph as he looked over his body of shining glory. God... I'm even more gorgeous than yesterday -if that's possible. He thought, though burst out laughing loudly at the thought that he could ever not look absolutely stunning. That would never happen.

"Well I think I, Gaston, Should perhaps go get a hearty meal from one of the women around the island. That's what women should be doing in the morning, without a doubt!" Gaston boldly strolled out of his room, not bothering with a robe as he knew Yzma enjoyed the lack of it, and Mulan should too. She'd learn to love a naked Gaston with a pure passion soon enough... "When I was a girl at my daddy's side,Papa, the royal mortician." He heard as he passed the bathroom, pausing to take a peek as soon as he heard the shower going. He could see the outline of Yzma in the shower curtain and quickly snuck into the room. Revealed to me in secret signs,The mark of the magician!" Gaston hastily pulled the shower curtain aside and jumped into the shower with her, doing an almost shimmying dance as he belted from the bottom of his lungs, in his most beautiful voice he might add, "And Daddy was no dummy, did outRAGEOUS things with a mummy! And often the stiffs that he would shrive, would look better dead than they did alive!" He gave her his dashing smile, laughing boldly as he gave her a wink and got up close to her in the shower, not noticing he left the door to the bathroom wide open.

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Terk Vines

Terk was up early. Abnormal for her. However, yesterday had been abnormally quiet for her for some strange reason. She'd gone to Max's hang out and quickly stole a turn on the drum kit before the band came out, knowing that they wouldn't mind really, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity. Other than that, she was simply spent the evening trying to get to know some of the quieter girls. It was... dull. Evening... badly spent. She would've much preferred using her time with the guys, having a laugh and messing about. But no she decided that she would have to get to know everyone. She face-palmed her sleepy mug when she awoke. She'd basically gone home at 10pm, got out her secret stash of tequila and then drunk herself silly, ending up trying to make beats and basically just smashing up every single plate in the cupboards in the process... Oops! She had assured herself that it was all Tylar's fault for not being there to stop her. However, by the time Tylar had come down to see her, she'd reached the point where she had gotten so drunk that she was just going around telling everyone how much she adored their feet. Even those who had bunions and warts...

"Okay. I'm gonna go cold turkey." Terk mumbled to herself for the 105th time in the past week. She always told herself she would stop with the alcohol binge... Never did though. Very very slowly, Terk rolled out of bed, landing on her hands and feet on the floor before simply lying face flat on the floor. For about fifteen minutes or so, she stuck to this position, deciding that moaning and groaning as she rolled around on the floor would wake her up more than a shower. And of course, Terk was always right. Of course. You'd be wrong to say otherwise. Well, eventually, she did manage to climb to her feet, dressing into black slightly fluffy jogging bottoms and then a dark blue vest top that was, to be honest, quite flimsy and a teeny tiny bit revealing. She let out a giant yawn, running down the stairs and grabbing a bagel from a bread box, ignoring the cupboard stuffed full with broken china, leaving it for Tylar or Rita to attend to, and then swiftly moved out of the door to go for a walk. It would soon turn into a run, and soon she'd run into someone who she could pounce on and pin down. You see, that was her real waking up move. Wrestling. She found pouncing on one of the guys to be the best morning work out in the world. That and it was possibly one of the best method's she ever had for getting to know people. Pounce, pin down, Yo I'm Terk! She thought it was pretty friendly and anyone who reacted badly just had their pants way too high up their asses. She headed in the direction of beach, digging into the bagel and looking around for anyone else who was awake at this time in the morning. She doubted it was that many people. It was about, she glanced to her watch... 7am?! Why was she even opening her eyes! "Nuh uh. No way am I running today. I'm walking to that beach." She said, narrowing her eyes at herself for not checking her watch before she left the house...

((I'll write out Basil's later ^-^))

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Mulan Hua

Cool water was running down her body while she stood in the shower. She liked the feeling of her body cooling down after an early morning jog. Her mind tended to wander while she showered and this time was no different. She was reflecting the week that had just gone by. In just a week she had met so many different types of people. Types that she felt she would have never encountered back home, wherever home was. Although she was getting used to things now, at first things were ridiculously foreign to her. The technology, the people, even what was socially acceptable. She was confused as to what was the 'norm' here. There were people like Molly, who was intimidating and even scary to approach; people like Gaston and Yzma - her dreadful housemates, that were completely full of themselves and she wondered why there was a whole club of them; and even quiet people like Casey. She herself didn't seem to fit in anywhere. The only place she felt unjudged was within the confines of the library. There were people like Belle, who she wasn't close with, but the girl never judged or bothered her.

She was suddenly pulled back from her thoughts by a wretched sound. The Asian woman rolled her eyes as the realization of who it was hit her. Yzma. Of course. Loud noises didn't bother her, like thunder or the sound of Terk's constant drumming, but Yzma's voice was on a whole different level. It reminded her of an annoying old hag. Maybe it's because she hated her so much? She found Yzma's voice just as, if not more, irritating than the whole group of conceited guys put together. Despite her distaste for the men, she was more lenient with their conceited attitudes than if a woman had the same traits. Mulan shut her eyes in annoyance, wishing the woman would just shut up. To make it worse, it sounded like Gaston had joined her as well. She blinked as she realized the situation. Gaston was with Yzma. Oh, no. Quickly rinsing her hair she shut off the water and dried herself off with a towel. Then she pulled out the blowdryer to dry her hair for about 10 seconds, leaving it damp before combing it through once and heading back into her room. She glanced out the window; it was sunny and beautiful outside. She would decide where to go after she got out of the house. She quickly slipped on her black undergarments before stepping into a pair of denim shorts and stuffing her arms through a white button-up shirt. Grabbing her black leather backpack handbag, she shoved her phone into her pocket before rushing out of her room. She didn't dare look towards Gaston's or Yzma's rooms, dashed down the stairs, put on her black sandals and went out the door. She rested against the door as she closed it behind her, releasing a sigh. There was no way she was staying in the house when she knew Gaston and Yzma were going to go at it again. The sex addicts.

Slinging the her bag over her shoulder she started walking. "What to do... what to do...?" She mumbled to herself. It was such a nice day, but she didn't really have much people she was close to as of yet. There was Jessamine, Rapunzel, and of course, Terk, but she wasn't sure how early they got up. She didn't expect Terk to be up and about for another couple of hours at least. Mulan took her time putting one foot in front of the other. There was no rush to go anywhere, she just didn't want to stay inside the house. Then her stomach grumbled. She touched her belly softly and groaned. She had rushed out without breakfast.

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Terk Vines

For a little while, Terk had assumed that just nobody was alive at this time in the morning. That was what she'd always assumed anyway. It was definitely a time of the day in which she was never up. Not up for a few hours from this point usually. And that would explain why she was almost zombie like as she wandered along the path. She closed her eyes as she walked, slowing down more and more... and more... "What to do... what to do...?" Her eyes quickly snapped open as she heard those words a few steps away. Just around the corner actually. She pressed her body up against a shrubbery, holding back as she watched Mulan turn around the corner. "Stealth mode: Activate." She mumbled to herself, a smirk growing on her face as she carefully went sneaky sneaky up towards Mulan. Her steps were almost silent, up until the point where Mulan had stopped and held her stomach, as if almost in a little bit of pain. "Hungry?" Terk asked, running up to Mulan and pouncing on her, tackling her to the ground and then pinning her down on her back, holding her wrists to the floor.

"SURPRIIIISE!" She yelled in Mulan's face, laughing loudly as her hair bounced wildly on her shoulders. She gave Mulan a big triumphant grin, though there was a hint of challenge in her eyes, as if to say, 'bet you can't get me back' to her. She laughed some more and then leant down into her. Mulan was, to say in simplest words, awesome. She enjoyed the company of men, like Terk did herself, and they both seemed to just get along swimmingly. It was safe to say of the many girls on this island, Mulan was one of the few that Terk actually got along with. And actually getting along with Terk was a real achievement for a girl. "Heeeey there Mu-mu. Did you miss me? Or were you just glad to get away from me." Terk was grinning ear to ear as she stared down at the asian, fully knowing that whatever answer she gave, it probably wouldn't be to offend. Terk was still getting to know Mulan, and one thing that remained a mystery to her was how she was so cool with the guys, and yet had this etiquette that almost said that she was raised by the queen of England. It made no sense to her how Mulan managed it, but she obviously did it somehow. And it was certainly something that Terk loved about Mulan...

Wait... *Liked about Mulan

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Mulan Hua

The look of panic was evident on her face. Before she had realized who it was, Mulan had defensively prepared her hands to shove whoever had decided to surprise her but the perpetrator had grabbed hold of her wrists as she forcefully pinned to the ground. A shout escaped her lips before she hit the ground. "SURPRIIIISE!", she heard. Her dark eyes stared into the familiar ones of her good friend Terk. She felt herself physically relax and start laughing. What was Terk doing up so early? No matter, it was always a pleasure to see her. She was the perfect distraction from her house mates. Normally she would have stayed on her toes, prepared for any sort of attack. It was like a friendly guerilla war between the two. Terk got her good this time around.

The Asian woman chuckled at the pet name, one of perhaps many, that Terk had decided to give her. It felt strange and unfamiliar at first, but she was getting used to it. Nicknames were a foreign concept to her, but when Terk addressed her so affectionately, how could she not love it? It made her feel warm and special inside knowing that she had someone close enough to do so. "I wouldn't say I missed being tackled to the ground, but hey, I'm getting used to it." She replied with a grin of her own. Who was she kidding? She loved it when the woman tackled her. She loved it when the two wrestled, ate, or really did anything together. Except maybe drink. Of course everything was fun with Terk, but the enthusiast didn't know when to stop with the alcohol. She personally couldn't drink that much, but she knew her limit. She spent a lot of time worrying about Terk's binging habits. It didn't look good for her. Unfortunately there was no way she was going to be able to pull Terk away from a whole group of people that didn't really like her. Well, the conceited club members mainly. Especially Yzma.

Mulan's eyes then glinted with a 'challenge accepted' look. When Terk leaned in towards her, she took the chance quickly rise her head to meet hers, effectively bonking their foreheads together in a rather painful manner. Nothing that the two wouldn't be able to handle, of course. Terk was much rougher than she could ever be in a playfight. Learning to let loose was one of the things she was working on, but something she hadn't quite grasped yet. She wanted to be able to enjoy fighting with Terk without restraints. Wrestling around with Terk was probably her favorite thing to do because one: it was fun, two: no one else on the island would ever do this, three: it was with Terk. Mulan liked to play, it's just that no one seemed to want to play with her. Terk on the other hand always seemed up for it. Mulan clenched her fists and using her knee she shoved Terk to the side and quickly switched positions with the dark girl, now straddling the girl's stomach. Mulan leaned forward and propped up her elbows on Terk's chest, resting her head in her hands. Her mind swooned a bit from the earlier head collision, but she kept her head steady in her hands. She smiled sweetly at the girl. "I missed getting the upper-hand, of course." She said teasingly.

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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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Terk Vines

"I wouldn't say I missed being tackled to the ground, but hey, I'm getting used to it." Terk laughed loudly, rolling her eyes slightly. "Yeah you better. Or I may have to knock it into your head a couple of times." She said in a mock fighting way, giving her a quick wink. She never meant anything serious by her threats and her arguments. Whenever she did argue, she tended to forget about it an hour later. Well, for the little matters anyway. The bigger fights, the more personal ones, she may have to take a little longer to get over it...

It was whilst staring down into Mulan's dark eyes after she made this playful comment that she took a moment to look her over. She had pretty flawless looks actually. Skinny, athletic healthy asian chick. She'd caught too many people staring at Mulan from time to time, and it was pretty hard to say that it didn't piss Terk off. A lot. Whenever she even caught a hint of someone staring at her chest, or a glimpse of someone getting a little closer, flirting a little extra, she found herself trying to butt in, some way or another. Whether it be by throwing a bottle at their head and telling them it was to make music, or to perhaps just pounce on them and pin them down. She always found a way... She wasn't even quite sure why she did it. She thought it was to protect Mulan, but Mu-mu was a big girl, she could look after herself...She couldn't think of any other explanation quite honestly. Maybe it was just her narrow mind not allowing to think outside the box. Or... Maybe...

"OOF!" Terk fell slightly breathless, her forehead being knocked against Mulan's in a forceful manner. She reached up to try and hold her head as she fell a little dizzy, but as soon as she did she received a knee in the hip, being rolled over and then straddled. By the time she had rubbed her head and gained a little bit of sense back, she had Mulan on top of her, elbows on her chest and a cheeky little smile shining in her eyes. "I missed getting the upper-hand, of course." Terk blinked a couple of times and then poked Mulan's nose, a cunning smirk making it's way across her baby pink lips. "Yeah? I bet you missed having all your brain cells too." Terk retorted, swiftly grabbing Mulan's hips and pulling her closer to her own body momentarily. She wiggled her eyebrows side to side with an almost smug look in her eye, hoping to confuse her slightly. Quickly, without trying to disturb her expression, the darker girl wrapped her legs around Mulan's hips and placed her hands on the floor behind her head. She quickly flipped Mulan up into the air, standing on her hands for a moment and then sliding Mulan onto the floor beneath her, literally holding Mulan in the same position she had just been put into herself moments ago. Terk pressed slid a hand down Mulan's face, sliding her hair out of the way.

"I win?" She asked in an almost innocent tone, folding her arms together and smirking. She was always determined to win, up until the point where she couldn't think straight. That would explain the many drinking contests that ended with her asleep in the bathtub or something of the sort. Whereas Mulan didn't seem to be playful with many people, Terk was playful and game with... well, pretty much anyone. She always gave everyone a chance, but she just found that the quieter shy people didn't quite like wrestling or loud noises. They were far too... nice. Mulan seemed to be an exception to that theory, but the only exception. All others that she wrestled and played with had a tendency to be quite... loud. Not that loud or quiet was a good or bad thing. Both had their highlights, and both had their downsides. But Terk found that in quieter moments, she often got bored quite easily. The only time she accepted silence was when she was on her own. That may be why she was a girl who hated loneliness...

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Mulan's head reflexively retreated backwards feeling Terk touch her nose. "Yeah? I bet you missed having all your brain cells too." She laughed while rolling her eyes. "Yeah, all three thousand seven hundred and fifty one of them." She scoffed as she made up the numbers. Mulan then eyed Terk strangely as she felt herself being pulled in closer to her. Terk had this mocking, or challenging, or possibly both looks on her face. That only meant that she was up to something. Before she could prepare herself she felt her own body being flipped over and forced under the weight of the dark-skinned woman again. Her head spun with the annoying sensation one received whenever doing something related to circular motion. While she was trying to recompose her senses, all attempts froze when she felt Terk's hand slide across her face. It was just a simple touch. A simple brush of her hair. Yet why did it feel so... strange? When the two wrestled, Mulan never felt uncomfortable. No matter where their hands accidently wandered, how physically close they became or how entangled their bodies were, she never felt uncomfortable. In fact, she felt right at home wrestling with Terk. But why did such a small and insignificant motion make her feel something?

"I win?" Terk's taunting question brought her back from her wandering thoughts. She decided to not think too much about it. She sighed, ready to admit defeat. "Fine, you wi-" Her words were cut off by someone suddenly tripping over the two of them. What? Just who was idiotic enough to not see two fully grown woman in the middle of their path? "What is it with you gravity?! I never did anything to you!" A familiar voice shouted. She soon realized it was none other than Aladdin. The Asian couldn't help but feel slightly irritated at his somewhat improper greeting. After tripping over them the only things he said were 'sorry', commenting on Terk's abnormal wake-up time, and asking if they had eaten yet. Sometimes she felt that she shouldn't be annoyed by such things, but she couldn't help it. If Jane were here then she was sure that she might have felt the same. Not only was it his greeting that irked her, but it was also how he addressed Terk and not her. On a small scale it might have bothered her that she felt ignored, but the major factor was that he was paying attention to Terk. She knew the two were at least decent friends, but that's all she knew. Aladdin didn't seem like the type to care about tomboy types, which she liked about him, but she felt strangely protective about Terk knowing that Aladdin might like someone like her. Mulan didn't consider herself overprotective. She didn't hog Terk's attention or try to pry her away from Terk's other friends, though that was probably because she would be too afraid to. Namely people like Yzma. Afterall, Terk played with everyone, not just her. She wasn't really that special at all.

"Well, hello to you too, Aladdin." She greeted with a smile, enunciating the 'hello'. At the mention of breakfast, the hunger that she had felt before Terk jumped her suddenly resurfaced. It was actually intriguing that thoughts of hunger were forgotten while wrestling with Terk. Now that the thoughts had returned however, she was sure she needed to eat something or the feeling wouldn't retreat this time around. "No, I haven't, though I plan to. Not sure about Terk here." She replied while her eyes turned to meet Terk's as if asking her the question. Mulan realized that her body was still pinned under Terk's weight. Anyway, it's not like she disliked having Terk nearby, but something didn't feel right about talking to somebody while being pinned down by another. Probably some etiquette thing. Perhaps Jane would understand.

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Aurora was walking down the road, and the birds where happily chirping to each other making conversation. Even a faint hoot of an owl was heard, and she assumed it was the creature's way of saying good morning before he was about to go to bed. The owls hoot, was familar to some extent, but Aurora thought nothing of it since she had heard the owl everynight. Meanwhile, her stomach grumbled and it reminded the naive blonde, that even though she had made an amazing breakfast, Aurora didn't eat any herself. Her walk towards the ocean only increased her hunger the more she walked. "Maybe I should stop and get something to eat?" she thought to herself. Looking around, hoping that maybe she was close to one of her friend's residence so she can enter and join them. "I'll go visit Mulan!" she exclaimed to herself knowing that the asian girl lived nearby. The blonde swiftly walked towards the houses but stopped for a minute. "Wait does she live in house D or C?" she thought to herself. Aurora wasn't that good at memorizing...well pretty much everything. She was able to remember things by objects, like how her house was the one with the bird's nest to the right. Aurora knows that Mulan lives in the house with the big oak tree next to it, but the tree was between two houses. After mulling about it for another minute or so, Aurora finally decided that it was the D house.

Not feeling the need to knock on the door, Aurora barged in quietly. The house was silent, which was unusual considering the people who live in the house, but the blonde just assumed that everyone was asleep. "I'll go wake up Mulan now," she whispered to herself as she started to walk towards, to what she thought, was Mulan's bedroom. Opening the door, after knocking twice and not recieving any answer, she entered to see a sleeping figure. Jumping softly on the bed, she said, "Wakey, wakey." and smiled as Aurora started to shake the figure. The blanket slipped from the figure's head to show a lump of brown hair. Aurora gasped, this wasn't her friend. She must have gotten the wrong house. "S-s-s-orry," she stammered as she attempted to get off the bed.


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Covering herself in the her favorite scented body wash, Yzma was expecting a visitor any minute now and sure enough he arrived. Belting out, he completed her song. Yzma grinned to herself as she felt a presance behind her in the shower, and as she turned around a glimpse in the mirror told her everything. Gaston joined her in the shower, and in his birthday suit of course. Although how could Yzma take a look in the mirror and not say anything about herself? She was drop dead gorgeous, even with her curls all wet. You could say she looked extremely sexy. Finally turning around to meet her sex puppet, she grinned and threw her arms all over his shoulders, fully aware that neither of them had anything between. "What took you so long? Were you too awed by my beauty?" Not really letting him answer, Yzma clashed her mouth against his. It was hot and heavy, and the steam that was emunating from the shower wasn't really helping with anything. Her hands found themselves exploring the very muscles that she had come to know so very well the past week. Finally when the small beauty had run out of breath, something that doesn't happen often at all, she said, "Are you going to help me shower or what?"