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| A Sighting |
[13 Oct 2005|02:47pm] |
Prowling through the woods after that odd scent, I have seen very strange things. They are, at least, strange to moi. These plants are unlike any in Paris. The sand is course, and scratches between the pads on my toes. I found a path underneath the plants, that had soft grass on which I could walk, instead of walking on the rough sand.
The cool shadows grow slowly deeper and darker. I am very thankful that I am une chatte, otherwise I would be unable to see. A little to my left, I see a glimmer of light. Giving in to my curiosity again, I veer in that direction to investigate. Each step affords me a different view of the glimmering light. Reaching the edge of the wood, I see something horrible: A village of huts on a beach. In the huts are people. On the beach, a scant few yards ahead of me, I see something truly saddening:A trail of pawprints leading into the forest. Looking at those prints I realize that my nose has simply lead me around the island, and back to the very place I left. Laying down on the soft turf, I let out an angry yowl.
[[Tag: Anyone]]
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| A Lazy Afternoon |
[20 Jun 2005|02:26am] |
Life tip from Aladdin: Never fall asleep on the beach with your fiancee, and then have your best friends find you the next morning in each other's arms. No one will believe your story of what happened.
No matter what Aladdin and Jasmine said about what really happened the night before, Genie and Iago continued to have a field day on the sight they saw when they came outside. Even Abu and Carpet were laughing at the “Kodak moment.” All Aladdin could really do shake his head and try to act like he wasn’t embarrassed. He knew the guys were just kidding around, though. It wouldn’t be a normal day if they didn’t mess with him in some way. Friends--gotta love em.
After the round of teasing was over, Aladdin and Abu decided to scout the island for inhabitants and anything else they could find. They missed meeting new people in the marketplace that was always teeming with people. The fakirs performing defying feats as they floated in the air, or lay on a bed of nails before your very eyes; The merchants who sold anything you could possibly think of from all over the seven deserts; The scholars who came from all over the known kingdoms to tell of their findings and to fuel their thirst for knowledge; the storytellers weaving their tales of enchantment to the children and adults who were hooked by the first sentence of the story. One could say they were getting a little homesick now. The bustle and hustle of the streets was just as common to them as air...although the air they were breathing now was not the same. There was a vibe that gave Aladdin and Abu the sense that they were the only people there. The island seemed a lot more...emptier than usual--even if they didn’t know, or know of many people to begin with. Something was wrong and Aladdin could feel it. He kept his suspicions up and continued walking into a thicket while Abu held tighter to him.
Not long into their journey did Aladdin find something. "These flowers would be perfect for Jasmine!” he said crouching down to a bunch of purple and white orchids. “Do you think Jasmine would like these, Abu?” Abu thought long and hard about the flowers and nodded in approval with some monkey chatter that barely made a recognizable “uh huh". The two picked enough for a bouquet and continued on.
Aladdin and Abu decided to rest for a minute for lunch. Genie wouldn’t let them leave on their trip without their “lunch boxes” containing the lunch he made for them. Neither of them knew what that was, but all they did know was you pull up the latch and food was inside. Feeling a little uneasy about sitting on the floor on a new area, the two climbed a tree that gave them an aerial view of the surrounding area. Once settled, they cracked open their lunch boxes and had their lunch.
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[16 May 2005|04:02pm] |
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My kitten's curiosity has over come my good sense, I am quite certain. I have been lately noticing an intriguing aroma coming from the woods. Now, I find myself unable to restrain myself from investigating it any longer.
I slip quietly through the group of huts (Mon Dieu, je manque ma maison!), heading stealthily toward the trees. Entering the shady recesses, I disappear from sight. Perhaps, later, someone will periodically spot me.
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| What kind of hero is that? |
[06 May 2005|08:37pm] |
Darkwing had slowly begun to lose track of time. Some days flew by, while others felt endless. He now had no idea how long he'd been a prisoner of the island, and each new day etched the despairing reality of his fate deeper into his mind. There was apparently no means of escape, and worse, there had been no sign of Gosalyn or Launchpad. Whether it was denial, or stubborn idealism, Darkwing refused to believe they were dead. Darkwing kept up his constant watch of the shoreline, becoming so obessed in his sentry that he did not venture out of his hut for days.
Finally, hopelessly discouraged, Darkwing lowered the binoculars from his eyes, rubbing them gently. His hands lingered on his mask, and with a defeated sigh he removed it. He tossed it, along with his hat and cape, onto the sandy floor. If a hero can't even find his best friend and daughter...
Drake Mallard left his hut, heading towards the center of the village. As he walked over the course sand, he looked back over his shoulder, eyes desperately watching the horizon, but only for a moment. His gaze fell onto the web-footed prints he left behind. For a moment he swore there were two more sets beside his own. But it was only his imagination. He turned back to the village. Perhaps there was a vacant hut there. Drake couldn't stand his hut on the beach any longer.
((Tag: Anyone))
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[27 Apr 2005|07:43pm] |
Jasmine started running towards the beach, fuming silently. She didn't fully understand why she was so mad that Aladdin had been looking at another girl - a girl who wasn't even technically real, Genie had just created her - but seeing him stare at other girls always made her mad. She knew, deep down, that she should be more secure about things like this, but her jealousy always took over.
She sighed angrily to herself, then stopped in front of the ocean. She picked up a nearby stone and threw it as hard as she could into the crashing waves.
[tag: aladdin]
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| Time to free some more... |
[24 Apr 2005|09:13am] |
But this time..this time it will be kind..and cruel...it knows who to send home that will cause great turmoil. Great upset.
Once again those that it frees are taken up into the sky. Floating away and back to their homes.
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[06 Apr 2005|02:25pm] |
(a bit dated, but it's earthquake stuff, so...*shrugs* Got an OOC post coming up, too.)
Kida was having a hell of a time with things. Bits and pieces of her memory were starting to come back, but she couldn't make any sense of it all. She missed home (she thought), she missed hunting with the boys (she knew she liked to hunt, and she couldn't see doing that with girls), she even missed Milo. Milo? Kida resisted the urge to hit her head, that wouldn't make these memories make any sense, or make them come back faster. In fact, hitting her head had made her forget it all in the first place.
She sat in the doorway of her hut, enjoying the cool breeze that came sweeping across the ocean. She rested her head on the cool doorframe, and closed her eyes, pictures she couldn't place dancing through her head.
And just like that, her world came tumbling down. Literally.
She felt odd vibrations coming from underneath her, and she opened her eyes quickly-her head snapping up. In a matter of seconds the vibrations became incredibly intense, and she struggled to stand up, but only managed to crouch. But at least she was on her feet.
As she grabbed the doorframe for support, it fell away from her hands, and the roof and walls were soon to follow. Kida tried to roll away, but she was too late-a large board fell on her arm and she cried out in pain as she felt the snap.
Another board fell towards her, knocking her in the head, and she passed out.
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| Where is luck when you need her? |
[21 Mar 2005|08:31pm] |
The unfamiliar sound of the jungle causes Kiki to slowly wake up. The early morning sun looms overhead and stings her eyes as she peers up to the sky, soon shielding the glare with one small hand. Where is she and exactly what had happened? The thought causes her brows to furrow slightly before she finally looks away from the sky. . . and down to the jungle –floor-!!! A squeak slips past her lips, it isn’t that she is afraid of heights, only the idea of having been asleep quite this high off the ground is not all that comforting.
“Gigi?” Kiki mutters quietly, peering around for her quirky feline companion. Yet there is no response. Did she get separated from him in the crash? That’s right she had lost control of her broom in that really random burst of wind over the ocean. Her eyes widen, her broom! Peering around the tops of the trees where she appears to be snagged, she desperately seeks it out in hopes that she could use it get down, find her cat, and get the heck out of here! Yet she sees nothing but the lush green of this exotic place. What is she supposed to do?
Then the earth begins to rumble. Kiki is beside herself now, of all the things that could make her little ordeal worse! As the shaking grows louder and the sounds of trees crackling downward arise, the teen tightly wraps both her arms and legs around the top of the tree as it begins to sway with the ground. She won’t let go, she won’t let go, nope, it isn’t going to happen. She isn’t scared after all, why should she be? It’s just a little earth quake. The sound of a nearby tree collapsing downward breaks her thoughts and then she admits it to herself. Ok, this is pretty darn frightening! Wrenching her eyes shut she can’t help but let out a terrified shriek. Then, just like that, it is over.
One large brown eye opens, and then the other. Is it done? Is she safe? Kiki gulps before glancing back down towards the jungle bed. How can she possibly get herself down from here? Where is her broom? Where is -she- for that matter? Yet most importantly, just where is Gigi!? “GIGI!?” The girl finally cries out in despair. Who knows if he will hear her, who knows if anyone will hear her? But one thing is for certain, she probably looks a little strange all the way up in the monstrous treetops in her white sundress. How could anybody, never mind a young girl, get all the way up there? "GIIIGIII!?!"
(Yay, first post, tag: anyone. ^^;)
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| So... what now? |
[19 Mar 2005|10:02pm] |
Earthquakes are supposed to rattle people, set them on edge and make them doubt the solidity of the ground under their feet when all is over. Ella felt none of that. In fact, given any situation, she was amazingly serene. She sat on the front step to her house, surveying others bustling about to clean up and check for damage, chin on folded hands and her bag at her side with the few possessions she'd brought to the island. She looked just as a girl about to set off on a trip. With reason, too.
You see, the earthquake itself hadn't done much to the house. It was solidly built and for this she was thankful. It gave her the time to notice the danger when she heard the cracking of the tree. How convenient for her that she had time to grab her bag before rushing out the door when the tree cracked, creaked, crashed down into the roof. Amazingly she felt no sense of loss, of outrage. After all, it was never her home. It almost was, when Aurora still lived here, but once the other girl vanished and she came home day after day to silence, she resented that empty house. She was almost glad she'd been forced out.
But what now? She had nowhere to go. Somehow she'd managed not to make any friends in her time on this island. Oh, acquaintances she had aplenty, she knew everyone, but there was no one she could run to now and ask for a place to sleep. Despair, and yet she felt much too lighthearted to call it despair. So she sat and she watched, and she sang a song to herself. "Sing, sweet nightingale. Sing, sweet nightingale, high above me..."
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| Not always idyllic. |
[14 Mar 2005|03:01pm] |
Again. Try again.
Pain. A low rumble, like an echo of a roar. Rocks ground together, heaving like straining muscles, the rocky surface wrinkling. A roar, a scream, rippling through the island, straining, stretching, filling the air with waves of sound, the ocean beating against the earth.
An earthquake. The island shook, stretched, shook more . . . until once again it fell silent, collapsing with a weary sigh into dormancy.
No more again.
Sleep.
(ooc: In other words, the island has experienced an earthquake of decent magnitude, the duration of which was likely no more than a few minutes, suddenly going quiet again. Probably enough to knock down a hut or two at least; any more damage I leave up to you guys and how well built you think things have been. Time: Early morning, just after sunrise.)
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| Come up here, O dusty feet |
[08 Mar 2005|09:32pm] |
Sometimes, it's just too hot to play on the beach. Not frequently, but occasionally. This is just such a time, so Lilo has migrated to the shade at the edge of the forest, just in view of the village. The sun shining through the leaves overhead turns the light green and leaves patchy trails up and down the ground. Lilo seems to have made the acquaintance of an tiny, unfortunate turtle, and is currently building up a corral of twigs and broad leaves around it. It's not playing along very nicely, really--as turtles tend to do, it's withdrawn tight into its shell to wait out the storm that is Lilo.
The little girl leans down until her face almost touches the ground, peering inside the turtle's shell. "Hello?" Her nose wrinkles. "You can come out, you know. I won't hurt you." But the turtle likes it very well inside its shell, thanks very much. Lilo drums her fingers against the ground and purses her lips. Hmph.
((Tag: Nani))
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| Make way for Prince Iago! |
[07 Mar 2005|10:32pm] |
For a bird in the clear, Iago usually found himself with a face full of sand.
So what if he tried to overthrow the Sultan and the princess? Hey, it wasn't his fault that Jafar was too dense to do it by himself. Besides, Iago was only involved with planning, initiating, and carrying out whole incident... he was barely involved at all, but got thrown into that squalled lamp anyway, forced to read cheesy Genie postcards and smell Jafar's pits. He finally got out of the lamp, moved in with Poofy and his annoying sidekicks, and became the target of abuse, joining the peanut gallery on some of the most cockamamie and painful adventures this side of Morbia. Iago was still bitter over being put into that diaper...and being fed to that monster… and being hit with a metal beam… and being dangled over a volcano… and being chased by that moth… Iago stopped himself before he launched into a rant. He had to get the sand out of his nostrils.
He blew the sand out of his nostrils, using the one-finger trick that made the monkey gag, then stood up to look for the tomato he was snuggling before that wave hit. "Where’d ya go, sweetheart?" he yelled, running along the shoreline, "Yo, toots! I wanna feel some more of your plumage!" Nothing. It wasn't like the birds to just vanish- he was a chick magnet. That's when it dawned on him- he wasn't in Paramoor anymore. What gives? It was only a little wave... He could feel little bumps rising on his feathers- that was always the first sign of calamity.
He climbed onto a nearby rock to see what rested behind the bushes, but he was too short. He flew upward, but only a little- the last time he did that, Genie blasted him in the tuckus with a cannon. He saw some huts, not much better than the hovel he lived in, but he also saw something else that and pissed him off. A smaller version of the palace. The gang had disappeared months ago, leaving Iago Sultan-sitting. Jas would be glad to know that the brilliant one was still eating solid foods and wiping his own ass. Barely. So this is where they disappeared to... a hot, sandy desert. How creative.
He flew toward the palace- babysitting the fat one was the kid's job, and he was going to make sure Al knew it.
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| The puppie...oh i mean Babies are here...the babies are here. |
[06 Mar 2005|09:57pm] |
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Belle was still a little uptight about the other day. She felt that Selene was just being evil. Belle had known a lot of it in her life and she didmt want it from conpleat strangers. She wasnt sure if Esmeralda felt the same about her, or if she had just been there. She, after all, did not accuse Belle of being unfaithful. "The Never" She said to herself as she straitend up her house. She was no longer large. She had graduated to uncomfterbly gianormis(its a word i swear;)) She was hitting everything, and there was no room left inside her. She could see feet and hands at times.
She dropped somthing on the flood. She thought hard about picking it up, but then desiced it was a lost cause for now. All of the sudden she had a vilant pain in her back. "Oh God." She said a little louder than just to herself. "Vince!" She yelled a little louder. "I need you to come here. NOW!" She sat down. She knew she needed to be doing somthing, just then water started to pool at her feet. Her water broke. Looking down she yelled a little louder. "BEAST GET IN HERE! We have to GO!"
((tag beast first then whoever. i have to go to bed though. ill work on it tomorrow night though.))
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[05 Mar 2005|05:16pm] |
Nani washed up on the shore of the island. She flopped over on her back and opened her eyes slowly. The last thing she remembered was searching for Lilo with David. Their boat had been pulled towards the shore and she was knocked unconsious when she fell overboard. She gingerly pulled herself into a sitting position and looked out. There was no sign of her boat or David. She sighed angrily and brought her knees to her chest. In frustration she hit her forehead on her knees and left her head like that for a minute or so.
Lifting her head slowly she nearly broke down crying. Now she would never be able to find her little sister. She started to feel hotter and noticed the islands unusual temperature. She was used to the heat but this was almost unbearable. She stood up and brushed some sand off of her kapri pants and started walking the shore.
'I should try to search for any sign of David.' She thought to herself. 'Maybe I can find some natives too.' She took a turn and headed up in the direction of the center of the island.
"Hello?" She called out as she walked. "Is there anyone on this island?"
TAG: ANYONE!!
(OOC: Wow that was a bit short for my first post but I hope it was ok. I'm glad to be joining all of you!!)
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| Cinderella, dressed in red, found a beast to take to bed... |
[03 Mar 2005|10:20pm] |
The heat had indeed returned to the island, and with it came the sun, and with the sun came the tingling feeling to pale skin that said the sun should be avoided, lest browned skin burn red. Ella gladly obeyed this urging. Bored in the village and uncomfortable under the merciless sun on the beach, she ventured into the softer green shadows of the jungle. Of course she'd come here before, the necessary treck to the pond and back, and the well-worn path had its share of abuse from her. Today, however, she made her own mark.
She did not stray too far from places she knew, after all, she wasn't so stupid as to work towards getting lost. Up she climbed, into the trees to get another point of view. Birds fluttered and flew away from her startled, and more than one bug scurried away from her, but she did no deliberate harm. More than once she let out startled yelps at her discoveries: large spider webs, slugs as long as her hand or more, and an assortment of strange lizards. Still, she felt no sense of danger beyond a flicker of alarm.
It was when she glanced down at the ground and saw something else that she froze. It looked like a footprint she was staring down at. A large, deep footprint, and she could hardly fathom the size of the claws that had torn at the earth there. Oh, she knew the island had its beasts; they had meat after all. Even Belle's husband. But Vincent could not compare to this. And for a long moment Ella remained still, wondering what sort of animal could have made it.
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| It's Rainin' Men! |
[02 Mar 2005|08:48pm] |
For the first time in history, it was raining men. Or . . . just one, actually, if he could even be counted as a man.
Tucked into a ball, Puck plummeted through the air near to Mt. Baldy's cliff -- though at a distance and height from which demonstrated that he couldn't possibly have jumped off of it. Long white hair fluttering like a banner, the fae fell fast and ever faster . . . when he struck the water, there was going to be quite the splash.
(Tag:  vagrantmoon)
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| A Quest Gone Wrong |
[22 Feb 2005|05:20pm] |
If he'd grabbed the scabbard when he was supposed to, he wouldn't be in this mess.
Of course, Arthur had a knack for getting himself into scrapes. After all, nearly getting eaten by a giant fish in Sir Ector's moat, becoming the love slave of a squirrel, fleeing from a hawk in the form of a bird, and being imprisoned by Madam Mim had all happened in the same year before he pulled the sword from the stone and that was just the beginning.
Now the sword from the stone was broken, shattered in battle, and the young king needed a new weapon. Legends as well as advice from his mentor Merlin led him to the Lady of the Lake and the magical blade Excalibur she possessed. The sword, which rose aloft from the water held by a mysterious hand, was made by an Avalonian smith, and the lake itself was rumored to be a way to the magical isle. Arthur made his way to the sword by boat, removing the sword from the scabbard. As he admired the magical blade, the hand began to sink back into the depths of the lake with the scabbard still in its possession. Around him the water burbled in mocking laughter.
Stupid boy, stupid boy! The scabbard is worth ten times the blade. Stupid boy...
Of course! The scabbard was supposed to protect the bearer from any injury. By now the hand had gone from sight and the boy king dove in after it, down deeper and deeper, his lungs burning for air, but by the time he knew he must turn back, the surface was too far away and he swooned.
When he awoke on an unknown shore, he had the sword in one hand and the scabbard was nowhere to be seen. Though he should feel grateful the Lady had left him his life, he found himself trying to swallow the bile of anger and disgust. Arthur was no longer a child, yet now he threw his head back in an roar of frustration as awkward as it was anguished before burying his face in his free hand and biting back bitter tears.
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| Tarts for the Queen |
[21 Feb 2005|02:14pm] |
Of all the stupid, brainless, thoughtless things to do! Honestly, the Queen was unpleasant and foul-tempered enough naturally but this? What was that blasted paige boy thinking? Stealing the Queen of Hearts's Raspberry Tarts? Now she had no tarts for her afternoon unbirthday tea and that just wouldn't do, would it? She had important people coming to that tea...like herself! The Queen of Hearts couldn't have a tartless tea-party when the Queen of Hearts was to attend! So who did the tart-making fall upon? Alice of course!
The girl had stormed into the main hall, wanting nothing more than to tell the Queen smartly that if she wanted tarts, she could get off her heart-shaped behind and make them herself! Of course she'd never say it... Words like that would get you an "Off with your head" faster than a Chesire Cat can vanish. She was now struggling to open a jar of what at least LOOKED like raspberry something... Jam maybe? That would be a strike of luck.
Of course in truth, there was no Queen of Hearts about the island, nor were the tarts that had been taken. She was lost in her own mind again, it seemed to be happening more frequently now. When she had arrived, they had hoped it was just exhaustion, heat stroke, dehydration and eventually, she would get better... but now, if anything, it seemed she was getting worse.
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| Advertising for the party |
[21 Feb 2005|12:29am] |
Genie hadn't been on the island in months, so he took the time to explore his "new" surroundings. He was always willing to learn about new places, but this was by far the strangest. Something wasn't quite right. He can use his powers on the island, but he couldn't use them to get off, or find his way back without the guidance of his lamp. Although his powers weren't quite what they used to be, he knew it wasn't just some default he was having. But, just in case, he made sure to use his powers resourcefully and inside the palace he made. There was no telling what could happen if they mixed with another source of magic that was unknown to him. There is an understood rule of "no mixing magics" in the world of the genies. It was a chance he wasn't willing to take.
He wandered around with a stack of papers in his hands trying to find a place to put flyers up for the party he, Aladdin, and Jasmine were having. "Ooh, this looks like the perfect place!" He stopped by a group of palm trees a little ways from the palace. Judging by the footprints, it was a commonly walked area so he knew someone would be bound to see the flyers.
Not wanting to use his powers for such a simple task, he posted each flyer individually using the splinters and slits in the trees to help them stay on the tree. After a little while of putting up flyers, he stood back and admired his work. He was always so proud of himself when he was able to do something without his powers. But, after a closer examination of his work, he realized something. "...you know...it would help if I actually put them in more than one area." He had just spent thirty minutes posting dozens of flyers in one area. He moaned loudly and began to take down the flyers one by one.
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