Disney Island

Casey woke to the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. He sat up in bed, stretched and yawned. Light was coming through the edges of the curtains, and he got up to pull them aside. He had a fantastic view of the water from here, and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day on the island. Without giving much thought to the items he chose, Casey pulled on a pair of jeans and a simple tee shirt he had gotten from the mall last week and headed downstairs, noticing the plate of French toast and a note from Aurora on the kitchen table. How nice of her, to have made breakfast for them.

He took some fruit from the fridge and sat down at the table for breakfast, thinking about what he should do today. There were a few projects he had begun that he could finish. Although, he could use some more sea glass for one of them. "That will be the first order of business for the day," he said to no one in particular. "Then maybe I'll catch up with Pooh and--" He caught himself talking out loud and stopped himself, embarrassed. He would do this from time to time, and he was glad that most of the time nobody else was around to hear him. He glanced over at the stairs, hoping Rapunzel was still asleep and hadn't heard him talking to himself. He was certain most people thought him strange or awkward at the least, and he didn't want them to think he was crazy too.


A rumbling noise brought Jess out of her sleep and she opened her eyes slightly, then groaned and pulled the covers over her head to block out the light. She had forgotten to close her curtains last night and the morning sunlight was glaring into the east-facing room. The rumbling continued, and it took Jess a minute to realize it was Rajah purring right beside her head. Man, that little orange kitten she had found last week had a loud purr. Jess lowered the blanket from her face to see the kitten laying contentedly on her pillow, and when Rajah noticed the movement he moved closer to bump his head against Jess's forehead, giving a quiet meow.

Jess sighed and sat up, scratching the kitten's head. "I guess I need to get you something to eat, don't I?" she said to the cat. She stood and walked to her closet, and pulled out a simple dress in her favorite color, teal. As she walked downstairs, Rajah kept pace with her, weaving between her strides and nearly tripping her. Jess rolled her eyes, but it was really hard to get irritated with the adorable little kitten. She poured a cup full of kitten food into a bowl on the kitchen floor and smiled as Rajah greedily dug in.

The smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafted from Daisy's Diner not far from the house. Perhaps Naomi would want to go and get breakfast with her. She left the cat to his meal, and headed back upstairs to knock on Naomi's bedroom door, hoping she was already awake. "Naomi?" she called. "You up? Want to go grab something to eat with me?"

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 ^-^))

Belle



Belle yawned, the sun burning through her eyelids, makeing her rouse from her dream. The same dream she always had- danceing with a man she couldn't quite place, but loved. She hated having the dream- it made her fill will longing. She stood up quickly, not wanting to wake the others of the house, and grabbed up the clothing she planned to wear for the day. Some people called what she wore to old-fashioned and silly. She called it sensible. She tiptoed down the hall and to the bathroom. She didn't really want to wake them, but if the shower did it then it was unavoidable. Oh well. She turned on the shower and while she was waiting on it to heat up she took the rubber band that was holding her mousy light brown hair in a bun and brushed through it, then stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the last bit of sleep in her system before she ran the shampoo through her hair, planning the days activities. To to M-mall. Hang out with Mikey, then to the library. She went over the list in her head and tried to decide what to do after the library. Maybe go to the beach or something with Rapunzel? She would have to see what she was up to later. Belle washed the last bit of suds from her hair and her body, then wrapped a towel over her frame and began to dry her hair.

Once she had her hair thoroughly dried, she put on her clothing and braided her hair down the back, not wanting to bother with it. She went down stairs and rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing some cereal and milk from the fridge and pouring them in a bowl, absentmindedly chewing on the flakes as she picked up her phone from the counter she had left it on the night before and checked the battery- 70%. It would have to do. She groaned and set it down.

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.

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.

Loud snores could be heard from the room of Peter as the young boy rolled over on his bed. Adventurous thoughts filled his head as always. At the moment he was dreaming of being in a sword fight.

Metal clashed against metal as the swords met again and again. Peter jumped back suddenly on a railing. He looked around daringly surveying his surroundings. He looked to be on a pirate ship. His attackers sword swung at him slimly avoiding him, Peter hopped back on the deck of the ship. "I think I hear ticking." Peter said the words sounding normal out of his mouth almost like he always said it. The whimper of his opponent could be heard yet he couldn't see his face.

Peter rolled over again this time falling off of the bed, he opened an eye groggily. He let out a huff, seeing light seep through the cracks of his curtains. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He yawned and began to stretch a little, trying to work out the kink in his neck.
He looked up suddenly aware that he was no longer on his bed. Peter shrugged not at all concerned how he had gotten on the floor. What time is it? He thought his mind still a little sluggish. He looked over at his alarm clock, then let out a soft chuckle remembering he had thrown it out the window yesterday when it tried to wake him up.

Peter stood up clumsily scratching his stomach and looking at his messy, unmade bed. He should probably make his bed . Peter immediately laughed at the thought, making your bed was stupid. All your going to do is get back into it later.
"Naomi? You up? Want to go grab something to eat with me?"
Peter's ears perked up as he heard the voice of Jessamine drift through his closed door."I want breakfast!" Peter quickly yelled opening his door. Sure he wasent invited, but he was still hungry, and besides Jess was his partner in crime if she decided to get in trouble today Peter wanted to be there to.



Wendy opened her eyes slowly, one then the other. She yawned sitting up in her bed. Sunlight poured in from the window shinning brightly down on her along with the few books she had been reading on her nightstand.

She threw the covers off her lap a yawn escaping her lips. Her feet hit the soft fluffy carpet with a thud. She stood up with a frown, already knowing, before she even got to her mirror that her hair would be all over head and it would take at least fifteen minutes to get it perfect. Kinda of like the way Rapunzel always had hers.

Wendy tip-toed over to her bathroom, turning on the shower's water hoping it wasn't to loud. She let her eyes catch herself in the mirror as she passed. She let out a rather loud sigh running a hand through her hair, or she tried to. In the end it ended up getting caught in the jungle on top of her head that she called hair. Well at least it will be easier to tame when it's wet. Wendy thought trying to be a little bit optimistic, if you couldn't tell she wasent that good at it. Well at least it was easier to handle things when you thought the worse.

Wendy stepped into the shower letting the water wash over her. She quickly shampooed and conditioned her hair, before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around herself. She walked back into her room and walked up to her dresser.
"Okay hair, prepare to meet your maker." Wendy said squinting her eyes, looking at herself through the image of the mirror. She grabbed her hair brush and dramatically brought it to her head. She brushed it out getting as far as removing the tangles before giving up with a sigh.
"I'll just put you in a ponytail!" She said glaring at her hair through the mirror. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail wrapping a white ribbon around it.

Wendy walked to her closet pulling out a white sparkly colored shirt and faded blue jeans.

Wendy skipped down the stairs. What shall I do today? Wendy thought walking into the kitchen and standing on her tippy-toes in order to reach the bagels. Maybe I could hang out with Casey, or maybe Peter...or maybe even Rapunzel. Wendy stopped thinking to realize she no longer was reaching for the bagels, but was now just standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking. She laughed slightly feeling like she was in a good mood.
She returne to reaching for her breakfast, I wonder if anybody else is awake.

(OOC: Will post Aladdin soon.)

Robert Locksley

“….”

Laying down in an odd fashion was Robin Hood, who had succumb to his fatigue from the day prior just a bit later than he should have. Twelve o’clock on the mark, to be exact. Such is the reason why he set his alarm about thirty minutes later than normal, so that he may recover just a bit before being awoken. What he didn’t realize, however, was that this alarm clock was set to a very high volume, and set to a very strange song. This combination would get Robin out of bed quite effectively, though.

“I SAID WHAT WHAT IN THE BUTT! I SAID WHAT WHAT IN THE BUTT!” blared the alarm clock as it struck the ‘proper’ time. The volume with which the clock boomed forced Robert’s eyes to shoot open and it forced his hand.

*WHOOSH*

*CRASH*

The clock was now broken, laying in pieces near the wall where it had struck. For waking him in such a manner, it deserved no mercy and Robin showed absolutely none. As he stared, no, glared at the broken alarm, he began regretting doing so because it was feasible he might’ve awoken his housemates on accident. Hopefully they would forgive him. But he didn’t regret the fact that clock was destroyed one bit.

Sighing and accepting the fact he was unable to change the flow of time, he stood to his feet. Robin was happy…. Or well, a certain part of him at least. Thusly, he was restricted to his room for a few minutes while ‘he’ slowly became less enthusiastic, for he didn’t want to scar a child so young and warm. That was the worst part of being a guy in this house – waking up. But soon enough, he was now ‘depressed’ and could now leave his room…. After he clothed.

If it isn’t one thing, it’s another….

He moved over to the brown dresser, peering inside of the thing. He honestly didn’t care what he wore, so long as it didn’t earn him strange looks or time in prison, and so when he saw the short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, he threw those on. Green shirts were his favorite, and luckily, this one was that color. Best part of the day! He thought.

With his morning prep done, he exited his room and descended down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he found he wasn’t the only conscious resident of the house. Wendy had beat him to it. And he hadn’t even taken a shower! Well, that was actually because he took one just before bed, unless he had spent the night with a fair maiden, which, unfortunately, he did not this night. Then again, he was up for sex, just not so much as Asston. Heh….

“Wendy, darling, how are you up so early?” he asked, a warm smile on his face for her. She seemed to be in a good mood, and that also made Robin in a good mood. Happy kids were good kids. He also enjoyed the pun with her name, that helped too. “You know, when I was your age….. I probably enjoyed sleeping in when I could.” Robin then made his way over to the island, searching for the pans. He bent down in his search. “You know… If I can find the dang pans, I can whip up some mean eggs.” He stated. “Well, they aren’t literally mean, that’d just be silly.”

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

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.

Jessamine laughed when she heard Peter's voice bellowing from his room down the hall. "All right," she said, taking in his disheveled, just-out-of-bed appearance. "Go get dressed, we'll head over to Daisy's Diner in a few minutes." Jess wasn't much of a cook, but even if she was, there wasn't much of any food in the kitchen to make. Perhaps a grocery stop would be in order sometime today. Maybe, if she got around to it.

She knocked on Naomi's door again, not wanting to leave her behind, but knowing that now that Peter was up and had his mind set on food it wouldn't be very much longer that they'd have to leave. "Na? If you want some breakfast, we're leaving soon. I might head out to the beach afterwards if you want to come. Looks like it's going to be a gorgeous day out there."



Having just taken a big bite of French toast, Casey smiled a silent hello in return as Rapunzel made her way, her own way, from upstairs. She certainly was an original, and that made him admire her all the more. She wasn't afraid to be exactly who she wanted to be, regardless of what others thought of her, and Casey wished he could be at least a little more like that. "Yes, please," he responded when she offered him some orange juice, and he slid the bowl of fruit closer too her in case she wanted some.

"I was thinking about going over to the beach sometime today to look for some sea glass, and maybe some driftwood," he said in response to Rapunzel's question about his plans for the day. "But I would like to catch up with Pooh, if you're planning to go to see him anyway. Naomi, too." They were some of the few people on the island he actually felt comfortable around, besides Wendy. He wondered what she was doing today, and thought he may ask her to come along later at the beach. HeJ knew she loved being outside, and he did enjoy listening to her stories while he worked on his projects. Casey brought his mind back to the present, and thanked Rapunzel for the orange juice.

Belle


Belle sighed and pushed the bowl of cereal into the sink, the water she turned on to get rid of the last of the milk makeing a loud sloshing sound in the relitively empty kitchen. She turned of the water and walked back up to her room, makeing sure her steps didn't bring to much attention- at least not enough to wake anyone up. She turned into the bright purple room- it wasn't her favorite room color, but it wasn't like she could choose. She grabbed up her bright white bookbag- she liked them better, much more spacious and they held all her books. She opened it with a mettalic zip and made sure her current catch was tucked in the black fabric of the bag- Lord of the Rings. It was a nerdy book, but she liked it, and it was a stimulateing, overall good book. She went to her windowsill, where there was a small bar-like outcropping for what she assumed plants would be best for. There were plants, of cource, a Catmint, a few hydrangea's in a varitiy of colors, and the thing she was looking for. It was a large notebook covered in blue abstract waves with a yellow background. It was leather-bound and durable, and it held all her stories- her ideas. She slid that into the bookbag, then walked down the steps again, swiping up her small silver phone into the front pocket of the bag. She pulled a sheet of paper out of one of the shelves and a pen to go along with it. She set it on the counter and began to write in her fluid, elegent penmenship.

'So, I have gone out. If you have any dirty dishes just leave them in the sink- I'll wash them when I get home. I'll be out, just text me if you need me, okay? I'll only be out for a little bit. Also, write anything you need down bellow, and I'll get the list later.
Don't bombard me with the messages, though, okay?- Belle.'


She pushed the note on the table and walked outside, her eyes adjusting to the morning sun. She started walking down the sidewalk, her eyes darting around to look for a place to read. If she had thought of it earlier, she would have gone to Daisy's diner. But now she needed another place, because she wasn't hungry and the place was too loud for real reading. She saw Mikey walking as well, and she waved lightly, with a smiled lightly before going back to her dutiful thinking on where to go. Maybe not to read today- The beach? No, to... sunny. Swimming indoors though... yes. She turned around and ran up the walk and up the stairs to her room, changing quickly into a light pink bikini and a pull-over. She walked down the steps again, stopping only to pick up her bag. Before she started walking again. She pulled out her phone and put in some headphones as she walked- the song 'New Perspective' blaring through. It wasn't a song her personality suggested, but it was catchy. She approached the mall and pulled out her phone, deciding to tell Mikey she was already there.

'Hey :) I'm swimming at the Gym, so you don't need to make sure I remembered to meet you over here. Then again, you knew I was out because you saw me. XOXO- Belle'

She put the phone away in the bag as she walked into the mall and up the stairs to the gym. She pushed opened the door, her feet clacking against the tile floor as she approached the pool. She pulled off the coverup and dove into the pool, the dim sound the splash made when she was under the waves was kind of nice. Once she regained her orientation, she kicked up to the surface, taking a deep breath before diving under the warm water again, letting it rush over her. She wasn't in love with swimming, to be honest- she got wet and that got the books she tried to read after wet, which was bad. However, she needed exercise and it made time fly. She started kicking her legs to the other side of the pool, then turning and going back.

She continued that pattern until she got bored of it, then she flipped onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, letting herself think about her past. It genuinely hurt to try to remember whoever it was she had been dancing with, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to. Eventually she gave that up, deciding to hum the tune of a forgotten song, her arms pushing around her in time with her legs, keeping her moveing. Her brown hair floated around her in a halo, and every so often she would dive into a back-bend and switch direction, so she wouldn't hit the side of the pool. It was relaxing.

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...

Aladdin lay face first into his pillow his blankets thrown around him in a messy order.

Snores escaped Aladdins lips as he slept soundly, not a care in the world.

Aladdin turned over now on his side, the same soft snores still erupting from his lips. The blankets that once covered him slowly began to slip off the bed until they were on the floor. He shivered slightly no longer surrounded by the warm feeling of the blankets.
He opened an eye slightly no longer able to sleep with the cold. He reached for the covers only to grasp air. He grumbled an unintelligible comment under his breath as he sat up.

"Stupid blankets." Aladdin said cursing the blankets as if they could hear him. He tossed them back on his bed, realizing he probably wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. He sighed walking towards the window and throwing open the curtains.

"Gah!" He shrieked the sun burning his eye's.
Aladdin stumbled backwards tripping over one of his shoes that was thrown carelessly onto the floor. He hit the floor with a thud. He hissed a cuss word under his breath. "This is why i dont get up in the morning." Aladdin growled rubbing his back. He stood up running a hand through his silky hair.

Aladdin stood in the center of the room slightly puzzled. What would normal people do this early in the morning? He scratched his head, before another thought popped into his head. Oh yea breakfast?

Aladdin headed down the stars sliding down the railing and hopping off at the end. He walked over to the refrigerator. He sighed irritated realizing he didnt know how to cook.

"Guess its off to Daisy's Diner." Aladdin said walking to the door. He opened it smiling at the sun.
Oh crap clothes!
A voice went off in his head. Aladdin looked down to see he was still in pajamas. He hit his head slightly before running upstairs and changing quickly before heading back out.

Aladdin walked down the sidewalk hands in his pocket. The feeling of hunger gripped his stomach tightly, yet he felt like this was a common feeling for him. What if it was? He swore he remembered something about being on the streets a lot, with monkey....
Aladdin laughed slightly, of course that would have been a dream.

The earth began to come closer to him as Aladdin dove face first into the ground.
"What is it with you gravity!! I never did anything to you!" Aladdin yelled uselessly at the ground before turning to glare at the object that tripped him.
He starred surprise slightly to find he had tripped over Mulan and Terk. It looked as if they were in a wrestling match.
"Ah..sorry. I didnt see ya." He said rubbing his back for the second time today. He stood up and looked down at the two. "Wow Terk, I'm surprised to see you up this early." He said smiling down at her. "Hey have you guys ate breakfast yet?"

Jane Porter

It had been early morning when Jane had woken up. It wasn't even dawn yet, the sun started to rise yet. Jane laid there for awhile and she looked out her window. After awhile she had tossed the blankets to the side, swung her feet over, and stood up, her feet landing on the floor. She stretched her arms out and she meanwhile it was stretching her back out. Her lips parted letting out a small yawn. Soon Jane walked over to her closet and she opened it and pulled out something to wear for the day and laid it out on her bed. She looked around the room to make sure she had nothing to take care of for now.

Jane walked over to the bathroom where she could take a shower, Jane had gotten in and she turned the hot water on. It came spraying out and it ran down her body. It felt nice just to stand there under the hot water but soon enough she had to get around to washing her body parts and her hair. After she was all nice and clean she turned off that shower and stepped out. She took a nice soft white towel from the pile of folded towels and wrapped it around her body. Walking up to the mirror she stared at her reflection for a bit and then pulled the hair dryer out and she began to dry her hair. It took twenty minutes but she had done it and her hair was brushed out.

Jane walked back out into her room and dried herself. Soon she had gotten dressed in this and she made sure her dress was smoothed out and it was straight. She smiled as it seemed to look perfect. Soon Jane slipped on her flats and then walked over to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and turned her curling iron on letting it heat up as she put in her earrings and washed her face and moisturized it. She put a bit of eyeliner and lipstick on but nothing to heavy. Jane then was reading to curl her brown locks and after an hour she had perfectly curled her hair and arranged them neatly.

Now she was ready and presentable. Some people thought she was boring and dull but they didn't even know half of her. They thought she was all about being proper but if they took the time to know her they'd know she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty or going on any sort of adventure. They all just avoid her thinking she's a stick in the mud. Jane grabbed a book, her favourite one that was about different animals. She loved to read and it was her favourite thing to do in the world. Soon enough she had left her room and the sun had just gotten up. She went to sit on a grassy bank by the beach and she began to read while feeling the light breeze on her face. After awhile Jane could smell cooking and she went to where the smell was. She smiled as Aurora had made some breakfast and Jane got a little bit before leaving again. Now it seemed others were getting up and Jane had left her book closed in her hand.

Jane had walked off and went somewhere quiet and alone. She didn't really know who all wanted to be around her but it didn't matter, eventually someone would be friends with her, right? None the less Jane, mustn't be this way and she should be happy, she didn't need to let things get her down. Jane began to now walk around the island and eventually she came up to the library, oddly enough she had a key to the library and she soon opened it seeing someone else there, "Good morning, to you, Sir." She said politely. She had learned to keep a nice appearance and those who weren't her friend just got the typical attitudes of her being proper. Jane had gone and walked in the library turning on a few lights and then she returned her book and put it back on the shelf. "Anything I can help you with Lucas?" Jane asked casually.

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Naomi King

Naomi had been sleeping, she loved her sleep and it was almost nearly impossible for her to get up. Naomi was just dreaming and she was minding her own business in her dreams. She was running around Africa for some reason and she just kept running faster and faster and she was chasing after something, or someone perhaps. Naomi wasn't completely sure but she kept chasing after it, her blood pumping and growls could be heard all around her but she never took note to it at all. Soon that was when she saw a dark face, there was a scar on his face, his voice was deep and dark, and everything about him was off putting, Then there was thumping but it wasn't her heart beat and she was confused. For awhile she couldn't figure it out until finally she work with a start and heard Jess outside her room and her heat was still beating and she couldn't find her words at first.

Soon Peter came out of his room and he seemed excited for breakfast and Naomi jumped out of bed. "I'm coming!" She shouted back to Jess and Peter and Naomi began to look around her room and she was pawing for things, looking anything, anything to get changed into. She quickly pulled on some jean shorts, and a nice white tank top. Naomi soon found her self in the bathroom fumbling around with the brush and trying to brush her messy bed head so she was somewhat presentable. Naomi had managed to brush her hair and she slipped on some socks and a pair of black ankle converse.

Soon she was looking around for something but she couldn't think of what and then she decided it wasn't very important at all. "I'll be out in just a second!" She called back out to them and she went back to her mirror and applied some makeup but not a whole lot. Soon she had found her keys and she shoved them in her pocket and then opened her door. She came out and closed the door behind herself. "Well, I'd love to get breakfast! and go to the beach later on." She said flashing Jess and Peter a smile. Naomi linked her arm with Jess's and began to walk down the hall and down the stairs with Jess.

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Preston "Pooh" Hastings

It was the morning and as always Pooh was cheery as ever. He got up and he began to dance around the room in his underwear for a bit. He had been dance to the beat in his head and he was swinging his hips and just enjoying himself as much as he could. Pooh was soon singing songs and he had a bright cheery smile on his face. Soon he had walked to his closet and found a shirt he had hanging up. It was a blue and white stripped shirt and he loved the material of it, it was so soft! Pooh soon found some black skinny jeans and he put them on. Then her found a beanie and placed it on his messy hair and he soon began to giggle like a little school girl and there was no reason behind it.

Soon the wafts of good smelling food and came into his nostrils and he perked with interest, and had stopped his giggles. Pooh soon jumped with joy knowing he'd soon be sinking his teeth into something good, something tasty and something he could enjoy. He had instantly raced out of his room and he began to follow the scent trying to get to it. He wanted to be near it and he had to be near it! He soon followed it into a kitchen and there he saw Rapunzel and Casey and he broke into a big smile.

"Punzy! Case!" He shouted and ran over and his arms wrapped around Rapunzel giving her a friendly hug and he grinned and smiled brightly at the two. "What's going on!?" He asked in his good spirits. He soon grabbed himself a plate and he began to shove the food into his mouth fast, he was hungry and he needed the food to keep him well and not cranky, a cranky Pooh was never the best Pooh there was. "Any plans for you guys?" He asked the others and smiled.

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.

Peter nodded quickly to Jess. He shut his door quickly running to his closet.
He opened the closet door seeing nothing but mess. This is where all the mess that had once littered his floor had gone. He had only been here a week yet he had sucessfully turned his room into a pig stye, well until Wendy made him clean it up.
Peter sighed why couldnt he have just cleaned his room for once, instead of stowing the mess somewhere else. Without even truly finishing the question in his mind he already had come up with the answer. It was a waist of time cleaning your room when you could be out on an adventure. There was no telling how many adventures you could miss while stuck inside doing stupid chores.
"This might take a while." Peter mumbled, beginning to rummage through the closet in order to find clothes.

Peter finally pulled out his clothing quickly putting it on and throwing his pajamas on the floor. He skidded out of his room slightly happy to see Naomi hadent come out of here room yet.
Peter looked over at Jess. "What are you going to get?" He asked before realizing he still had a bed head. He ran back in his room running a comb through his red hair before returning back to his spot next to Jess.

Peter starred confused at Naomi's door she still hadent come out.
"Jeez what always takes woman so long to get ready?" Peter asked innocently not realizing if he had said anything offensive or not.
As soon as the words left his mouth Naomi came out of her room and linked arms with Jess and begun walking down the stairs.
"Hey wait." Peter said running to catch up with them. As they left out their house a smile began to spread across Peters face, a thing that happened when ever be was out in nature. He couldn't quite explain why, but he felt like he belonged out here in nature. Sleeping under the stars instead of sleeping in a bed.


“Wendy, darling, how are you up so early?” Wendy jumped slightly as she heard a voice behind her. She turned to see Robin behind her a warm smile on his face.
She sighed a little relieved that it wasent a ghost, like the one she had been telling Casey about in one of her stories. A thing she loved to do more than anything, tell stories. It actually felt like she was there with the characters. Wendy enjoyed telling stories the most about this one boy, yet she couldn't remember anything about him only she loved to tell stories about his adventures.

“You know… If I can find the dang pans, I can whip up some mean eggs.Well, they aren’t literally mean, that’d just be silly.” Wendy laughed at his joke realizing she had been lost in thought and she had not heard anything he had said before.
Wendy tilted her head slightly watching him as he searched for the pans. He's looking in the wrong place, Wendy thought putting her hands on her hips.
"Robin, your looking in the wrong place." She said bending behind her and pulling out the pan(s). She set it on the counter trying to stop a mocking smile from creeping on her face.

Wendy looked over at Robin and the pans. That may not be enough for breakfast she thought."Oh I'll make the pancakes!" Wendy said a smile on her face. "Have you ever tried blue berry pancakes?" Wendy asked placing the ingredients on the counter and turning on the stove.
"Should we make enough for everyone?" Wendy asked referring to their roommates. She turned to Robin the spatula in hand.

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An obnoxious yawn escaped the young boy's mouth as his eyes fluttered open. His hands reached into the air to stretch in the bed he had all to himself. He paused for a moment and allowed his senses to come back to him. It didn't take long and Rey jumped out of his bed in one quick move. Saying that Rey was a morning person was honestly an understatement. The young boy scratched his belly, his feet moving him to get cloths to change into. Even though they had only been on the island for a week, Rey's closet was already more than filled with lavishing cloths that showed off his awesomeness.

He picked a pair of jeans and a dark grey T-shirt with a V-neck. He decided to go the casual way that day, at least for now. There was no need to show off so early in the morning, there was more than enough time for that later. He put on his white sneakers and grabbed his phone before making his way out of his room and to the bathroom. Rey didn't even bother checking if anyone was in there first and instead went straight to washing his face and teeth. As he did so, his head bobbed to a tune he was humming with tooth paste in his mouth. The music from last night was still in his head and he couldn't help but smile at the memories of it. Most of it consisted of Gaston being extra touchy, Yzma arguing with him, James drinking everything in the place, and Flynn flirting with any girl that caught his eye. Through it all, though, they had an amazing time, like they always did when the group was together. Good times, good times.

Finishing, Rey made sure he was looking his best, which wasn't so hard seeing as he always good great, before making his way out the bedroom. As he made his way in the kitchen, Rey noticed a piece of paper on the counter. He skipped over to it and read the fancy handwriting that could only belong to Belle. It was a simple message that informed them that she had gone out and the could leave any dishes in the sink for her to wash later. Belle would make a great wife, Rey noted and smiled at her cuteness. Seriously, he would even write all over himself just to tell Belle she could read him all night because he was just that committed to pleasing his ladies. Shaking his head, Rey broke the fantasies that had begun to form in his head and read the rest of the note. She added that if they needed her, they could text her and to write down anything they needed as well. And almost as if she knew that Rey was about to send her a million of messages that consisted of Rey demanding for her attention, she added not to bombard her with them. Pouting, Rey grabbed the note, crushed it in his fist, and threw it away. Call him mischievous or evil, Rey wasn't about to let Simon see the note. No, the only man Belle took care of was him.

Before Rey could rummage through the fridge, his cell phone buzzed to announce someone had sent him a message. It was probably one of his many admirers wanting to know how he woke up and wishing him the best of luck. When he checked to see who it was, he was greeted to a text from Mikey asking if he wanted to go to Daisy's Diner and get something to eat. A smile reached his lips as his fingers began to pounce on the keys.

Sounds like a plan. It'll be your treat! I'll meet you there in around five minutes, okay?

Sending the message, Rey ran upstairs to get his jacket. Mikey was someone Rey could easily push around so it was actually easy for Rey to get along with him. Although the two didn't have the same kind of fun that Rey would have with people like Yzma and the others, he did have great moments with Mikey. After grabbing his jacket, Rey left the house and began making his way to the diner with a delicious breakfast in his head. He could practically smell the pancakes already and he had barely taken a few steps out the house.

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When Adam's numb senses reached him through his sleep, he woke up with a heavy sigh. He didn't move though and instead remained laying in his bed for a moment. His body was covered in a number of blankets and anyone who came into his room, though nobody would be so stupid to do so unless they want to be greeted by a very angry man, wouldn't think twice that the heap of blankets on the bed would contain someone. Yet there he was, in all that mess, hoping that he would fall back to a decent slumber. Yet the sleep had left him, it seemed, and Adam was forced to bring himself out of his bed because of it.

His room was a complete mess. There were cloths thrown across the floor, a few empty bottles of beer, and many more various objects that Adam couldn't even recognize. He put little mind to the things covering his floor though and kept moving past the trash to leave his room. His eyes glanced over to the direction where his other two roommates slept. Fortunately for him, neither of them were too loud or annoying. They didn't bother Adam and Adam didn't snap at them, simple as that.

He dragged his feet down the hallway until he entered the bathroom. He stripped out of the cloths he was wearing before turning on the water. He had slept with the same cloths he had worn last night, like usual. Once the water was to his liking, Adam stepped in and began to take the much needed shower to take out any sleep he still had left. His time on the island could be better described as him doing things on his own while now and then snapping at the others inhabitants. He always ate out, cooking was not his forte and the food in the fridge didn't appease his hunger. He would find himself eating alone at Daisy's Diner and in the same condition for lunch at either Chip N' Dale's Famous Burger or at Pluto's Pizza. Then he would either go to the Pier, by some sushi on the way, and read a book at the beach to spend the time. Then there was the gym where Adam could take out his anger freely or the theater to entertain himself. Aside from the library, those places were the main spots Adam would be at most of the time.

After finishing his shower, Adam stepped out and dried himself with a towel. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps. They were soft, almost undetectable if it wasn't for the silence in the house, and Adam guessed they could only belong to Merida. Adam stayed still for a moment. He sure as hell didn't want to run into her in the hallway with only a towel covering him up. Once he heard a door open and the sound of footsteps fade away, Adam deemed it safe and stepped out of the bath room and began making his way back to his bedroom. His eyes caught sight of the door that lead to Flynn's room opened and his eyebrows knitted together. It wasn't until his eyes caught sight of a flash of blonde hair that belonged to a girl who was scrambling off of Flynn's bed that Adam's mind registered it hadn't been Merida's footsteps. For a moment, Adam thought it was Rapunzel. He wouldn't be surprised if she got in the wrong house to be honest. Yet he quickly noticed right away that it was Aurora after she gave Flynn a stuttered apology.

Adam's body tensed up and his feet quickly moved him out of the hallway and into his room. That was great, just great. His day had just begin and now his head was going to be filled with the blonde all day. It wasn't that Adam harbored feelings for her, no that would be crazy. It was because she reminded him of the rose in his memory and the option that she could be someone in his past made him a complete mess. It was all that had been in Adam's head since he awoke in that stupid island. He wanted to go back home because he knew that he had been happy there. He remembered the feeling clearly and he desperately wanted it back. Sighing at his thoughts, Adam ran a hand through his wet hair as he went to find anything that wasn't dirty to wear before heading out to get breakfast.

Belle lifted herself from the pool, grabbing a plush white towel next to her bag and pulling it over herself. She held her feet in the pool and pulled the book-bag closer, extracting her journal and a pen and opening it in front of her. Small wet drops appeared from her hair on the pristine paper, but she just started writing. It was a short story, and it had everything in it she could possibly want- dragons, hero's, heroines, and- most importantly- love. She thought about that a lot, love. Then again, every girl does. It was almost finished (she had stayed up late the night prior simply doing that- writing). She read out the last line as she wrote it in. "And that, my dear, is why I never- and you should never- meddle with a fickle thing like love. Fate, love, all the same. They live together in perfect harmony." It was words she had chosen to live by, and they ended almost every love story she wrote, in different variations.

She put it back in the bag and stood up, curling her hair into the towel before she laid it back down and pulled the coverup on, pushing the door open and going back outside, then she started running. She wasn't the most athletic person in the world, but most definitely not the least by any means. She had a lot of endurance, but not whole lot of speed. She needed to go back to the house- she knew that. Her hair smelled like chlorine and she needed less revealing clothing- it wasn't like she could wear a bikini to anywhere but the beach or the pool- it just wasn't correct.

She pulled open the door to the house and rushed up stairs- not seeing that the note was gone. If she had, she would have been pissed. She also would have known immediately who it was. But she didn't and that was not important. She pulled on the clothing she had planned to wear during the day when she woke up and went back downstairs. A few hours of nice, calming reading would pass the time and then she would be able to go to the mall at an acceptable time.

She flipped on the television and turned it to some kind of scientific thing doing it's best to be 'fun' for it's younger audience- Mythbusters. She pulled out her book- she didn't watch a whole lot of T.V, she liked the background noise. Her eyes darted against the page as she curled up into the couch she was seated in.

Lucas Hiss

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.

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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.