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Rita Wright

Suck it up, sweetie, life isn't meant to be easy.

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

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Rita Wright

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Nicknames: Younger kids tend to call me "Mama", but everyone usually calls me Rita.
Age: 21
Disney Movie: Oliver and Company
Birthday: September 18th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual-"but I have been known to swing with the ladies ;)"
The only memory left: Homeless in New York, living with a ragtag ground of other homeless, as well as being the only female.

Likes:
  • Food
  • Dogs
  • Music
  • Flirting
  • Dancing

Dislikes:
  • Ignorance
  • Vanity
  • Animal Cruelty
  • Bad Food
  • Crappy Music

Fears:
  • Being thrown back onto the streets
  • Losing someone close


Personality: I definitely am extremely flirtatious and have a tendency to flirt with just about anyone, although now it's become so second nature, that I don't realize I'm doing it. Some people call me tease, saying I'm reeling in people who I never intend to go any further with, but I love it, and it really helps me get to know people. I love music, and can usually be found listening to, or making my own at any given point in the day. Once living in New York, I was surrounded by music, whether it be the sounds of the lone saxophone player on the corner, or the garbage man's radio blaring out onto the streets. Going along with my love of music, I quite enjoy dancing. I don't have any proper training, that is, but I do love finding the rhythm and moving with it. I am rather outgoing and love conversing with people and cracking jokes. I am extremely sarcastic and witty and have a serious potty mouth. I do try and tone it down around children, of course. I do have this strong maternal instinct in me, and quite enjoy looking after children. I take care of them, and watch over them; teaching them things they can't learn in school.

I have a strong love for animals, especially dogs. I feel connected to them; they seem to understand me better than anyone ever could. I can not stand the sound of an animal-cat or dag-being harmed in anyway, and will go out of my to harm anyone who would harm and abuse a defenseless animal. I'm tough, and stubborn, and can hold my own in any situation.


Biography: Life Before the Island: Rita was the only female of Fagin's gang of dogs. She often took on the responsibility of the mother, taking care of the other dogs. She tried her best to keep Fagin out of trouble, as well as the other dogs, but trouble always managed to find them. She is often flirting with Dodger. When Oliver falls into their laps (quite literally as well) she was the first to realize he was a cat. She took care of him, and taught him how to survive on the rough New York City streets. When Oliver is taken by Jenny and the dogs go on a "rescue" mission to get him back, Rita is the first to point out that maybe Oliver would be happier here. And sure enough, she is right. Against her and Oliver's wishes, the other dogs re-kidnap Oliver from Jenny, but thankfully the two are reunited later. Rita wishes the best of luck to Oliver in his new life, and leaves with the other dogs. Shortly after arriving home, the lights burn out in their rundown hideout, and when Rita comes to she finds herself on a mysterious island.

Life on the Island: The island is wonderful! It's not as busy and bustling as the city streets of New York, but the scenery is beautiful and it's nice to have a home. There are so many people, all with fantastic personalities, although some, not so much. Some people feel oddly familiar, but that's probably in my head, in hopes that someone here is apart of my past. There are so many glorious places to get food, and have adventures! Although I do find myself extremely happy here on the Island, I do wish I could find out about my past. At least find someone who knew me back then. A part of me is still trapped back there, and I know I could never be truly happy until I remember.


Anything else?

Password: Disney's Magic

So begins...

Rita Wright's Story

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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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Rita

Rita rolled over in her bed, the sunlight pouring nicely onto her bed. She groaned, flipping over to lay on her stomach. Her hand instinctively went up to her hair, pushing it out of her face, as she tried to dose back into sleep. It didn't work. She rolled over, once again, greeted by the bright sunlight. Her face scrunched in annoyance, but she finally sat up.

She could feel her hair standing up at every possibly angle, the wild curls hard to maintain even with the greatest of efforts. She ran a hand through it once more, her fingers snagging on a knot. She cried out, as she accidently yanked her head to the side. Rita collapsed back onto her pillows, whining dramatically into the soft cushion.

She finally pushed her way out of bed, the blanket falling to the ground as it untangled from around her legs. She glared at her window, the sun actually, for waking her up. She was up late last night, although she can't remember exactly what had happened. She remembered being out with some friends, and then going home to hang out with Terk since she was so miserable. Tequila was involved in there somewhere.

The thought of the alcohol caused Rita's head to pulse with pain briefly. She sighed, rubbing her temple. She headed to the bathroom for a shower, hoping the steam would reveal her stolen memories. It didn't. Her head hurt slightly less, but she still wasn't sure what exactly happened last night. She changed into some dark jeans and a t-shirt and headed downstairs in the search of food.

And then the memories flooded back in.

Every single dish, broken apart thanks to Terk's excessive need to create music with anything she could find. Apparently, shattering bowls was her new things. Rita sighed as she checked each of the cabinets. Everything. Broken. What was Tylar doing last night that kept him from making sure the two girls didn't do anything stupid? Like break every dish in the kitchen?

Rita's stomach grumbled, but she couldn't eat here. Not if she wanted to see what would happen if she tried to eat cereal on a paper plate. She would have to go to the diner, there were probably already pancakes cooked and waiting. Pulling on some shoes, Rita headed out, running a hand through her hair, once more.

Lucas

Lucas had awoken quite before the sunrise, giving himself plenty of time to shower and eat before his two roommates did. It had become habit to do this, in attempts to avoid the two people whom a shared a house. The Golden Boy, and the Adventurer. He rolled his eyes as the sun finally made its appearance.

He slipped out of the house without so much as a click of the door closing behind him. He walked calmly towards the library, his gray bag draped over his shoulder, holding books that he borrowed last night. He spent most of his night reading them, after being forced to leave when the building closed, but now it was time to head back to his only sanctuary.

Not even his bedroom gave him much comfort. He was quite pleased with what the island offered, and although his past is fuzzy, he does quite enjoy this life as opposed to the one he once had. Still, he found less enjoyment out of the things everyone else seemed to love.

The library still wasn't open, so Lucas took a seat on one of the benches outside, and pulled out one of the books from his bag. He rested his right ankle on his left knee, and flipped open to his bookmarked page. He grabbed his glasses, and slipped them on and happily began reading.

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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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Rita

"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.