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Terk Vines

"THE FUN HAS ARRIIIIIIVED!!! Thank you very much."

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a character in “Disney's Magical Island”, originally authored by The*Lucky*Teacup, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Terkina Vines

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Nicknames: Terk
Age: 19
Disney Movie: Tarzan
Birthday: February 1st
Gender: Female. “Though, I get a feeling that I’ve been mistaken for a guy… Come on guys, does this fun really look like a guy?!”
Sexuality: Bisexual
The only memory left: “I remember being at some sort of camp with a bunch of gorilla’s… and an Elephant… Heh… we trashed that place like the dump it was! But in the process made such an awesome beat, it was all worth it.”

Likes:
  • Drumming, percussion and Music
  • Animals –“Especially Monkeys and Elephants. But I just can’t recall why…”
  • Wrestling –“Playful way of course, but I like to show the guys who really wears the pants in the relationships.”
  • Fruit
  • Being me. –“I think that I can be an interesting person to be around if I want to be. I’m active, up for a laugh and just… me!”

Dislikes:
  • Guns and Hunters –“They just give me the creeps, okay?”
  • Being alone –“I love the guys I hang around with. And I love it when we’re jamming or simply joking around. When I first arrived, I thought I would be alone, but hey, look at these swanky looking guys around here!”
  • Cages –“Oh… just, don’t go there…”
  • People not being themselves –“Well, for one thing, what kind of weird cooky dude want to be something they’re not. Honestly, you be you, and I’ll be me!”
  • Wearing clothes she’s not used to –“I strangely despise yellow dresses.”

Fears:
  • “Being caged up and used for… nasty, nasty things.”
  • “Losing everything and everyone. Hm, kind of like what happened when I first came onto the island…”


Personality:
“Well I’ve been known for acting like a dude quite a lot. I guess I have a lot of qualities that remind others of guys. But hey, like I give a flying ape shit about it! I mean, I am who I am. And if I’m someone who has all the attitude and spunk that a chick shouldn’t have, well I don’t care. I’m definitely a tomboy that you won’t want to mess with. Especially when I’m angry. TRUST ME! When I’m mad, I’ll rant till your ears burn off. But hey, don’t like it, then I’ll always shut up when the quiet ones seem to explode in my face. Heh, I guess I react well to surprises. But what can you expect? I think that I’m pretty accepting towards others. I seem to be able to befriend most, and although they may not understand my sarcastic humour, I guess it’s just something people have to get used to with me.

I’m a very playful girl. I enjoy playful wrestling and fighting, often shouting abuse at the people I care about. You know, all in a joking manner. I do like flirting, but I find I’m never one to start it. I guess relationships and such has never been a big wow-factor for me. Just thinking about kissing one of the guys is… Ugh, it makes me feel queasy actually. Somebody, get me a bucket! I suppose I’m certainly no princess that waits in her tower for true loves first kiss or any of that crap. I’m a bit more of the girl who’d ram herself against the walls before jumping out of the window and finding her own way out. Independence, that’s what it’s called honey. And I don’t find romance to be a strong point in that independence. I love to find my inner rhythm and drum on anything nearby. Jamming is probably my love. Just having a bunch of guys around, hitting things and making a groovy beat, I can’t help but shake the tooshie. I think I must have the jungle rhythm within me. I think you’ll find with me, if I’m dealt something sad, I’ll take it out on others and have ‘emotional constipation’. When that happens, I need someone to snap me out of it, and then I’ll go back to my normal self. I fight for what I think is right, and you can’t take that away from me. Although I do more or less anything for my closest buddies, I do believe that I do what I think is right… (even if I'm wrong…)”


Biography:

Before the island…
Terk is one of the young female gorilla’s in Tarzan’s ape family. She is one of the few people to go see Tarzan whilst he’s a baby and says, “He’s pretty funny looking, that’s what he is.” However, after Tarzan fumbles with her hair and climbs over her a bit, Terk sees some sort of cuteness in him. It’s at this point, that Terk seemed to become like a big sister to Tarzan. She seemed to be very protective of him, but at first, seemed a little embarrassed to be friends with him. It’s only later, when Tarzan tries to get an elephant hair, that she sees the extent at which Tarzan would try to gain a few friends. It’s from then on out that she was BEST friend and proud of it. She went on many little adventures with him, watching him go from boy to man, still unknowing to what he truly was. However, things went a little downhill when the humans came along. Her first REAL encounter was when they went down to the human camp and Terk started to make rhythm’s out of a type-writer, smashing a few plates, and banging a few spoons on some teapots. However, that seemed to attract the humans to return, and she had her first encounter with Jane. Things for the family seemed to go down from there. Tarzan stayed with them less and less, hardly seeing any of them at all. Until, one day, Tarzan came to her and told her to dress up in the human clothes. She was… unamused, to say the least. But, she did it anyway. However, when they returned, she found that the humans were with their family, and Kurchack was FUMING! Tarzan protected the humans and tried to keep them in safety. Later, when Tarzan decides to go with the humans, Terk and Tantor hear Tarzan’s cry of anguish and after Terk is confronted with her ‘emotional constipation’, Tantor and Terk go and save Tarzan, Jane, Professor Pott’s and all. They return to find Clayton and the pirates trying to lock up the gorillas. After a battle, Clayton is dead, as is Kurchack, but Tarzan decides to stay. As does Jane. However, it was the point at witnessing the two of them exchanging a kiss that Terk found herself blacking out and arriving somewhere new…

On the island…
“Well… I can’t remember a thing… and trying to look back on it makes my head hurt. It’s a real pain in the head, thinking too hard. I try not to do it often. So far, this island has turned out to be one of the best things that has happened to me though. I don’t know what my life was like before, but I’ve tried alcohol, and MAN! I ain’t never going back! That, and have you SEEN the things around here? I’ll admit, I’m found smashing things more than actually using them. But I’m pretty sure the grooves I’ve gotten out of them all sound great in the end! The people around here are real great though! I’ve found myself hanging around the guys more than the girls. The girls I do stick with are seen as being more… Well, tomboy-ish. Like me! I will say, there’s some people that I… eeeeh… I just can’t put myself out there to really understand. I mean, they’re all too quiet or nice! I mean, it’s kinda cute. But it’s also a little annoying. Something I don’t think I can get over with some people. I’ve been called a guy at least twice since I’ve been here… I don’t get it. Do I look like a guy to you? Don't answer that. But I'm warning ya, You don't wanna mess with me sweetheart!"

Anything else?Has had a knack for drumming ever since she arrived at the Island.

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So begins...

Terk Vines'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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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 Hua

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.