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[beatrixlux]

( ✉ → open )

beatrix: I HAVE A QUESTION

beatrix: [ short pause ]

beatrix: nvm i'll deal with it myself

[xlegume]

Sitting in the office at Arcadia, Frank had a souvlaki in one hand ( with that distinct blue and black wrapping around it: HADES’ SOUVLAKI ) and papers in the other. Headphones were plugged into his ears. His fingers drummed along to the beat of whatever song he was listening to. He took a bite of the food and grumbled, leg bouncing up and down as he continued to wait.

The office wasn’t particularly busy but the receptionist had told him to wait and wait he did. She hadn’t come back for quite some time. There was another person on duty but they didn’t seem to want to pay him any attention. Frank sighed sharply, licking his lips. He stood up, souvlaki and all, and looked over to the other people in the area. Picking one, he made sure he could see their face clearly before asking: “hey, uh...does it normally takes this long? ‘cause i got places to be, and i’m sure you do too.”

[oricns]

“alright, where am i going...?” orion wasn’t skilled at map-reading, not at all, not in the slightest. exploring the isle had come with time and constant exposure, but auradon was so much larger. “maybe i should just work on magic stuff instead. that’d be a better use of my time...”

[makariax]

mak →  open

makaria: @auradon void yo lmao so make me feel less crazy and tell me my boyfriend's coming back bc the bitch in apartment 3 is really getting on my nerves

makaria: bc like he will come back

makaria: he goes on a trip sometimes and stuff

makaria: i need moral support, dear void

[ptremaine]

Penelope looked down at the tray of food she’d bought from the university’s food court. A huge submarine sandwich. A large Sprite and chips with ketchup on the side. She even managed to snag the last muffin before someone else could. She loved food and had been thinking about it all day. 

But just as she was about to take a bite, she remembered Blythe’s comment about stuffing her face. Her face hardened and she scowled. With one hand holding the sandwich, she slammed the other on the table -- only to actually slam on the chips, splattering chips and ketchup to the side. 

[dcphnc]

daphne slammed the car door and ignored the driver’s protests at how rough she was being. she was still reeling from the argument she’d had with her mother right before departing, and so she wasn’t in the mood to be nice ( though she doubted she would be feeling much better otherwise; auradon was not where she wanted to be ).

making a face as she stared at the main building, she figured she may as well walk in and get herself together. passing through the doors, she almost bumped into someone else, and she swore loudly. “watch where you’re fucking going!”

[bigcrimsonwolf]

( ✉ → open )

crimson: (╯︵╰)

crimson: in case u didn't notice

crimson: (╯︵╰,)

crimson: he sad

[elodieasterbunny]

the small bunny sat in a patch of grass. in frount of her was a fairly large gift box. she hadn’t opened it yet. she really wasn’t in the mood for her birthday. still, she just kept rereading the box’s tag over and over again. 'happy birthday, baby bunny! ~love, dad' she wanted to open it, wanted to be excited about whatever her dad had gotten her for her seventeenth birthdya, but she just couldn’t.

letting out a tiny, bunny-sized sigh, she nuzzled herself further against the grass, feeling sad.

[mctiilda]

matilda hummed, smiling down at the small lavender plant her father had sent her for her birthday, along with the amethyst necklace that hung from her neck. “you can go on my windowsill, little plant!” she exclaimed, giggling softly as she gently touched one of the flowers. “right by the window where you can get plenty of sunshine~”

[ceridwcn]

ceridwen walked hesitantly around campus, knowing fully well what her mother had done a few weeks prior. there was a ball of water at each of the girl’s sides, and small eel within each ball of water. the eels were arguing with each other, something about the school’s campus.

“well, i think we should ask for directions!” one eel, zip, shouted.

quickly, the other, blu, cut in, “well, what does ceridwen think?”

the sea witch ( really a siren ) said nothing, however. she just remained quiet, not wanting to bother anyone, since it seemed the kingdom was still recovering from her mother’s doings.

[littlemarvelous]

She sighed as she continued to paint. She was more into dark paintings lately. "Why so depressing Maya?" She said, mocking her art teacher. "Well maybe if all my friends didn't leave, they'd be happier." She mumbled and rolled her eyes, throwing her pallet at her easel.

[caspiia]

caspia munched on her oversized cupcake ( it was more like a muffin, really, courtesy of pandora ), as she sat beneath one of the large trees on the university campus. “why do people around here make the best fucking cupcakes?” she muttered to herself.

[digthames]

dignan sat up in his hospital bed, holding the ice-pack to his forehead. he was wearing a paper gown, but thankfully they’d let him keep his pants on. bruising on his eye, they’d said, as well as several cuts on his head, arms and chest. there was also bruising on his hands and his torso. everything hurt but nothing was broken -- so he could still play baseball. he hadn’t turned fish all night -- that had been his fear the whole time, considering ursula’s magic was with water. 

he was fine. everyone was okay. everyone was still alive.

when he heard a noise, he looked up, hopeful. “coke?” he asked, expecting the nurse he’d spoken with to be there.

[hvschweetz]

hershey had sustained little to no injuries, but the nurses still insisted he stay. he was still glitching, and he supposed that had something to do with why they wanted to observe him. putting him in a ward, in his own room. they left the door open on purpose, so the nurse at the desk could see him in full view. 

he was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, and he had a book in his hands. the little prince, cestrum had given him, and hershey still didn’t know if that was some veiled judgment about his life. every time he picked up the book, he would glitch and the book fell through his hands. it had not been this bad in a long, long time.

the last time it fell, he let out a shuddering sigh and gave up, burying his head in his hands. 

[ottowhitex]

Otto exited the lecture hall with his head low, but the expression on his face wasn’t one of shame or embarrassment, it was anger. A couple of students who had left the hall earlier, standing around the entrance, snickered and looked at him. “Why is she not dead?! Kill her!! Kill Ursula!!” they mocked, laughing behind their hands and snorting. 

A few weeks ago, Otto wouldn’t have hesitated to choose one face and punch it until it couldn’t mock him any more, but now he was caught. He clenched his hands into fists and stepped quicker, away from the students. Once he was a good distance away (but he could still see them), he took out his wallet, grabbed a student by the arm, and whispered:

“I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you give one of those singing students a broken nose.”

[ptremaine]

“-- and don’t take all day with it either!” Penelope threw the last remaining bag over the desk, where the secretary caught it in shock. “I want all these bags taken over to my dorm in less than an hour or I’m complaining. And don’t tell me my dorm’s not ready yet, I know exactly who I’m going to be rooming with and she'll be expecting me. Blythe Tremaine, you hear me, Blythe Tremaine,” she said, tapping the desk bell a terrible amount of times. “If this is the way things are run around here, I can’t imagine how long you idiots have lasted.” 

The pile of bags in a pyramid, at the front of the desk, teetered and they all fell over. Turning around, Penelope scoffed at it and pointed at a student nearby. “You. Pick those up for me.”