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Disney's Magical Island

Disney Island

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a part of Disney's Magical Island, by KittyKLL.

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KittyKLL holds sovereignty over Disney Island, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/the_walt_disney_company

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Default Location for Disney's Magical Island
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Disney Island is a part of Disney's Magical Island.

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Mulan Hua [9] "This is amazing... but I don't belong here."
Rey Kuzco [8] I'm gonna run from the voice of reason 'til it turns to laughter.
Rapunzel Gold [8] Now's when my life begins.
Terk Vines [8] "THE FUN HAS ARRIIIIIIVED!!! Thank you very much."
Mikey Muse [7] Aw, Gee, I just want to make people smile.
Belle Acrage [7] The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw~ Havelock Ellis (1859 - 1939)
Casey Mota [7] Nobody wants to be cooped up on this island forever...
Naomi King [7] Gotta get out of civilization and explore a bit, lay back, have fun!
James Hook [6] Don't talk to me until I'm drunk.
Preston "Pooh" Hastings [6] "Can't we all just be friends and share some honey!"

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Even with the protection of his dark sunglasses, the sun is a force which prompts a scowl onto James' face as it shines onto his form, heating it and in general just being a royal pain in the ass to the night owl of a man. Still, his stomach twists and feels as though it will fold in on itself if he doesn't fill it with food soon, and this basic need forces the man to venture down the pathway and through the aggravating rays of the sun. What happened last night, anyway? Hm. The night had actually gone as usual, with James being drunk from the start while Yzma and Gaston tried to get in the pants of anything with a pulse. Not that James isn't up for fooling around a bit when he's drunk, of course, but he isn't nearly as crazed as those two. Honestly, if it weren't for his alcoholic tendencies, he probably wouldn't be able to stand the pair, who were loud and rather dominating with their expansive presence. In fact, the only person he even slightly gets along with when sober is Adam, and only because both of them share a sort of disdain for the company of others, though Adam's dislike of the human race is not quite as severe as that of James. However, this doesn't matter much, for James is usually drunk, and thus is part of the crowd which people view as the obnoxious and arrogant party-animals. When he is completely pissed, this is perfectly accurate.

James raises a hand to his mouth in a yawn, eyes closing for that fleeting moment, only to find himself slamming against a figure which he can instantly identify as smaller than his. Instantly his scowl deepens at the impact as both he and the person responsible for running into him take a step back to survey each other. When they do identify the person opposite to them, both people react somewhat negatively. The woman, Rita, glares at him and makes an irritated quip, whilst James sighs heavily and glares at her through his sunglasses. The two have an odd relationship, seeming to hate each other when sober, but getting along marginally better when he is drunk. Well, perhaps in the case of James that isn't particularly strange, for many people prefer the foggy-minded man to his grumpy, clear-minded self. "And why are you up, Wright? Looking for one of those little children of yours?" he snaps back, referring to the fact that Rita seems to like to play mother to many of the more naive and. . .optimistic of the island's populations. He doesn't really understand why she tolerates them, especially as he can hardly stand to be in the same room as most of them.

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"And why are you up, Wright? Looking for one of those little children of yours?"

Rita rolled her eyes at the use of her last name. She never preferred it, the name just didn't seem to fit her. James, however, never seemed to like saying her first name, unless he was completely wasted.

"Just because you can't stand the children on the island, doesn't mean everyone else does." She stated crossing her arms over her chest. She really didn't want to deal with him right now, he was clearly hungover. She wasn't in the mood to deal with his bad attitude.

"If you must know," She added finally. "I'm off to the diner for breakfast." She pushed past him, letting her hands fall to her sides. She immediately slipped her fingers into her pockets, not liking the awkwardness she felt when her hands were free to swing.

She could see the diner up ahead, could already smell the delicious pancakes wafting through the air. Rita took in a deep breath, taking in the delicious smell. She was more excited to eat than she had ever been.

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"Just because you can't stand the children on the island, doesn't mean everyone else does." Wright snaps at him, rolling her eyes in a horribly self-righteous way. Of course, James can hardly criticize on such manners- he hardly personifies the virtue of modesty, now does he? He mimics the rolling of the eyes, doing quite a good impression of her in the way that he changes his face to imitate her expression. "Oh, how bloody dull. If everyone were precisely like me, wouldn't that be grand? Well," he cuts off his own thought with a shrug, trying his best to ignore the god-awful headache pounding in the back of his mind. Clearly, the man is in need of more alcohol, or at the very least some type of nourishment. He hasn't eaten real food since yesterday morning- the man doesn't typically stay sober long enough into the day to take part in any of the other meals, after all. He adjusts his sunglasses in a pointless attempt to aid them in their job of keeping the horrid UV rays from burning his sensitive eyes to a crisp, and frowns when Wright details her actual destination. She doesn't waste any time after that, pushing the hungover man out of the way and storming off to the diner.

Hmph. Well, s'pose I won't be going there for breakfast, then. Lord, Wright can be such a bitch at times. Not that I'm one to talk, eh? I need a drink. Does Max's at least serve some sort of drink? I can't even remember. Fuck it- I'm going to Pluto's. I could use a mountain of cheese, grease and sauce right now anyway, he decides, ultimately making the decision so that he doesn't have to deal with Wright's morning pissiness, completely ignoring the fact that he isn't exactly a ray of sunshine at the moment anyway. Of course, it does help that no one tends to be going to Pluto's at this time of day, meaning he can be alone until ensuring that he is too drunk to even tell the difference between the people surrounding him.

With a large, borderline obnoxious yawn, the man turns on his heels and begins walking to Pluto's, hands in his pockets and everything about him still a complete and utter mess to behold, regardless of who's looking. That's him, though- a mess on two feet. Honestly, people could get stuck in his strange and indomitable hair, and his fashion style doesn't have much to say about itself either.

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

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

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

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

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