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[-nutella love.]

[ Okay so I have finally finished both of my characters. ^^ Hopefully everything is alright. c: ]

[kish]

H U G E W I P

Иαмɛ: "My name? My name is Hayden Irre Madigan. Doesn't it match me quite marvulously? My middle name was inherrited from my great grandfather, Irre Abrose Madigan. The name is German for insane. And that is exactly what I am, they say. Absolutely, one hundred percent insane. But... I'm not. It isn't proven. Not yet at least."

Иιcκиαмɛ: "Don't you like my name the way it is? I don't understand nicknames. I believe strongly in the fact that no one should be able to have a nickname. It should and shall be dubbed illegal someday. I promise you that. We were all called what we are for a reason. Let us not ruin that."

Δɢɛ: "Age is but a number, fellows! But if you must know, I am 17. Today is my unbirthday, you know."

Ǥɛи∂ɛя: "I am definately a male. Or am I a female? Would you like to check for me?"

It's raining
It's pouring
But I ain't complaining
'Cause I love the rain

It's raining
It's pouring
But I ain't complaining
'Cause I love the rain

Hey baby,
Let's walk out in the rain
Talk of all those things
That we never thought we'd say

Let's dance between the raindrops
Get soaked to the skin
Wash away the stink of this pain and
suffering

It's raining
And that ain't pouring
No, it's raining
And I love the rain

I'll climb up on the rooftops,
Stick a spire into the sky
Prick the clouds until they burst
On the city, you and I
We could talk about the weather
Or the price of London rent
But I am sick and tired of beigng dry
So let's get wet!

Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ɖɛƨcяριρтισи: Hayden isn't the tallest person you'll ever meet. He is sized at about 5"5, and doesn't seem to be growing any taller. They say it's inherrited, but no one really knows. His hair is like the leaves of fall. A thick auburn, brushing over his forehead and grazing his cheeks. He aims to grow it longer, but it doesn't seem to grow as fast as it should. His eyes are almost black, with a hint of dark blue flecks every so often. His teeth are a pearly white, and almost unhuman.
A small quirk of Hayden's is that he almost always wheres a top hat. Whether it be black, blue, red or green... There's usually a hat planted on his head.
Hayden has a tattoo on his wrist in small, black writing. It says "We are all mad here..." in eerie, cursive writing. Another tattoo grazes his left shoulder blade. It consists of a pocket watch and a teapot. No one is sure what it really means. Not even Hayden.

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Ƨκιℓℓƨ: words. words. words.

Ғαмιℓʏ: words. words. words.

Ƭнɛмɛ Ƨσиɢ: words. words. words.

Δ Яαи∂σм Ғαcт: words. words. words.



Ħιƨтσяʏ: words. words. words.

˩ικɛƨ: words. words. words.

Ɖιƨℓικɛƨ: words. words. words.

Ħσρɛƨ αи∂ Ɖяɛαмƨ: words. words. words.

Ɯɛακиɛƨƨ: words. words. words.



Ɔяʋƨн: words. words. words.

Ǥιяℓғяιɛи∂: words. words. words.

Ƥαƨт ˩σʌɛ Єϰρɛяιɛиcɛƨ: words. words. words.

Єϰ Ǥιяℓғяιɛи∂ƨ: words. words. words.

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Иαмɛ: words. words. words.

Иιcκиαмɛ: words. words. words.

Δɢɛ: words. words. words.

Ǥɛи∂ɛя: words. words. words.

If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'
He's the Earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you
Girl, ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of

No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no

You swoon, you sigh
why deny it, uh-oh

It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
Oh

You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Baby, we're not buying
Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When ya gonna own up
That ya got, got, got it bad

Whoa: No chance, now way
I won't say it, no, no

Give up, give in
Check the grin you're in love

This scene won't play,
I won't say I'm in love

You're doin flips read our lips
You're in love

You're way off base
I won't say it
Get off my case
I won't say it

Girl, don't be proud
It's O.K. you're in love

Oh
At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love

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Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ: words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words. words.

Ƨκιℓℓƨ: words. words. words.

Ғαмιℓʏ: words. words. words.

Ƭнɛмɛ Ƨσиɢ: words. words. words.

Δ Яαи∂σм Ғαcт: words. words. words.



Ħιƨтσяʏ: words. words. words.

˩ικɛƨ: words. words. words.

Ɖιƨℓικɛƨ: words. words. words.

Ħσρɛƨ αи∂ Ɖяɛαмƨ: words. words. words.

Ɯɛακиɛƨƨ: words. words. words.



Ɔяʋƨн: words. words. words.

Ǥιяℓғяιɛи∂: words. words. words.

Ƥαƨт ˩σʌɛ Єϰρɛяιɛиcɛƨ: words. words. words.

Єϰ Ǥιяℓғяιɛи∂ƨ: words. words. words.

[carrie dee.]

{ I've updated the member list; check to see if you're there. We will start tomorrow; I've decided. }

[baestille]

{ I've updated the member list; check to see if you're there. We will start tomorrow; I've decided. }

So are we going to start with them at the front door, or already the school?

[klez]

{I've finished Miguel (Mushu), I just need to make a from for Mulan. Just letting you know.}

[indefinite,]

{ I've updated the member list; check to see if you're there. We will start tomorrow; I've decided. }

So are we going to start with them at the front door, or already the school?

{{ im curious about this too so i can start writing my post c: }}

[- serendipity]

{ I've updated the member list; check to see if you're there. We will start tomorrow; I've decided. }

So are we going to start with them at the front door, or already the school?

{{ im curious about this too so i can start writing my post c: }}

(( same xD ))

[carrie dee.]

ＨＯＷ ＩＴ ＢＥＧＩＮＳ ➽

It's the moment we've been waiting for: the time to begin.

There are some things you all need to know before we begin, though; things that will help guide your first few posts. Read through the list, then go wild! Post whenever, as well. You don't need to wait for me.
And now, the information:

→ It's the start of the characters 'second year' at the boarding school, and all the students are getting settled in to their new dorm rooms ( check back to the front page for your dorm soon ) and meeting their new roommates. The cliques are already established ( since they went the the school 'last year' ), so there's no need to post that "Ursula and Queenthea met and became besties" in the first post. Well, unless your charrie is located in the 'new kid' group. They should focus on settling in, 'reconnecting with old friends and enemies', and re-establishing the boundaries between cliques, etc. There will be no clases for the first few days, just so the students can get 're-acquainted with the school grounds and schedule'.

→ If anybody is willing, there could be some already-made couples. Something like: ( and this is made purely for an example ) Ursula and Eric could have been dating from 'last year', but then Ariel ( or anybody else that catches his fancy ) makes him change his mind about his current girlfriend, etc. Also, some pre-established friendships could make the roleplay more interesting as well.

→ It's the beginning of autumn, so the weather is warm with a bit of a chill. The students might want to get to the beach soon, before it gets too cold. Someone could throw a beach party, maybe?

** I may be adding more if I think of anything else, but these are the basics. The rest is up to you. :3

[indefinite,]

тαɢѕ αɴyoɴe? }}. october.

ＥＶＡＮＧＥＬＩＮＥ ＢＲＯＷＮ.----ʷʰᵒ ᶰᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ﹖ ---- ı po˙
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ｃｈａｒｒｉｅ;; lady - lady and the tramp.

ｏｕｔｉｆｔ;; standard outfit. it's just a leather
jacket, jeans, and a floral tshirt.

ｍｏｏｄ;; rather excited, actually. the wide grin
apon her face is surely unmistakably filled with thrill.

ｒｏｏｍ;; dorm room three. her roommates are alice,
jane, and jasmine. she currently only knows jane.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; nobody quite this second. she isnt really
searching though. soon, perhaps.

ｄｏｉｎｇ;; getting reaquainted and unpacked.

i felt like a dog. i've been worked like a dog. but i didnt mind, that being like a dog as well. like a dog having bore pups, my parents were quick to ship me off as soon as i was 'old enough to find a good home'. i didnt quite understand why they thought boarding school was a good home, but i wasnt really willing to agrue with someone who's clamied to have been there and seen everything. at first i didnt really want to go. who would watch over the baby? with mom and dad always taking road trips and everything. i would yet to understand why they let aunt sarah babysit and bring her stupid cats along. jr. couldnt possibly be safe with this pesky siamese twins scrambling about. and my friends, jack and tristy? the two were foolish without me around. but when i pulled into walt d. academy, i'd had this strange hunch that i belonged here.

first year passed with a blur. i couldnt help but laugh at the strange, deja vu i'd been experiencing all year. i couldnt put a finger on it, but everyone at the school reminded me of someone i knew, some people actually. jr. said that the closest of my new found friends, october hewitt, reminded him of pocahontas from the disney movies, but i told him in a profound manner that i didnt see it, when i actually kind of did. i'd even explained to her so, but in the back of my thoughts i figured it was too unreal to exhist. i never did figure it out, and still to this day i cant get over this strange familiarity. oh, this day. the day my second year of my life at the academy begins. i found myself dropped off by the library, which looked like the library from beauty and the beast, walking down the grand staircase, which looked like the one from sleeping beauty, duffelbags swung over my shoulders, suitcase in hand. i decided to carry all my things rather than drag them. the last time my suitcase handle broke and literally, all my things went downhill from there, or in my case, downstairs. i was one to learn from my mistakes, and if that meant my hand cramping up in the process, so be it.

i found my dorm room easily. bottom floor, third door from the enterance. the place was magnificent, and so i guessed, the longer you stayed at walt d. academy the better treatment you recieved, or was i just under illusion i was being pampered too much? that would be understandable. i had an easy life back home but this was extensive, minus the school work. i guess it was the price to pay when in an academy. the room may have been small, which was understandable, but the furnature was the real eye catcher. the beds were on lifted wood from the main carpet, each pushed into their own little corner. the beds were large, queen sized i guessed, with wide frames and lace curtains dangling down the sides. the looked just like the type you saw in disney princess movies, and i, normally being prone to roll my eyes whenever i saw that in a normal bedroom, became flushed with excitment. i sat on my bed, me being first in the room i decided to wait to unpack before my new roommates arrived. then we could decide who got which bed. i didnt want to make an enemy out of those i was doved to share a room with for the rest of the year. i looked around the room instead of unpacking. in the square of the ceiling held a glass chandelier. it reminded me of the one in beauty and the beast.

thoughts began to unravel within my mind. the bedrooms, the library, the staircase, the whole school. disney themed. wow, the founder of the school must have really been a major disney fan. who would have guessed those animation films would have reached the hearts of both young and old people? i didnt think much of the subject. october suddenly became present within my dorm room, and yet another burst of enlightened feelings swarmed my chest. butterflies, the ones you get before a roller coaster begins. "my, october. you havent changed a bit." i announced, her commentary and voice so familiar i didnt even have to turn around; but i did, anyways. she was still as breathtaking as always. wasnt everybody at this school? her hair was a soft brown, sunkissed skin a darker shade of tan with the chandelier's lighting hitting her. she wore a prized grin. and with the window of the dorm room open, her hair swirled with the light breeze. pocahontas flashed within my mind.

i felt childish, rushing over to extend my arms in a warm embrace. in my head, i figured doing so would make me seem as graceful as they did in the movies, but i knew i looked pathetic. that was the good thing about the academy though. though we were here for talent purposes, we all didnt need to act so much. i looked at her, expression so pitiful i could just image how october would laugh. "exquisite, though i'm thrilled to be back. what about you, toby? anything as remotly interesting?" i threw in the light nickname, feeling my vocabulary was a bit too formal for this light exchange between friends. but change was hard to come by, and therefore, my vocabulary was always of the higher literacy level. odd, but most people seemed to look past it, inspite my willingness to change for their own enjoyment of the conversation. being raised that way, i knew what it was like to be apart of a conversation and have no idea what it was about, by means of the intense verbage.


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тαɢѕ αɴyoɴe? }}. nobody.

ＷＩＬＬ ＷＩＬＤＥ.-----ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʷᵃʳ﹖ ---- ʇıɯǝ ʍıןן ʇǝןן˙
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ｃｈａｒｒｉｅ;; beast - beauty and the beast.

ｏｕｔｉｆｔ;; standard outfit. it's just a cotton,
white t-shirt, fawn flannel, and jeans.

ｍｏｏｄ;; actually, he appears to be unamused.
must be his situation.

ｒｏｏｍ;; dorm room eight. his roommates are
phillip and jafar. he currently knows no one.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; nobody quite this second. he isnt really
searching though. soon, perhaps.

ｄｏｉｎｇ;; just getting himself unpacked, exploring
the campus. nothing too interesting.

working on soon. for now i'm just going to leave him blank, have him fumbling around his dorm room because honestly, i havent the slightest idea what to write for him. please, anyone write a post involving him and i'll be happy to reply. i adore this character too much to let him go unused. sorry for the inconveniance.

[baestille]

Indefinite, I will get my character up soon so our characters can interact. C: