✮ Second Star To The Right - D4

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SECOND STAR TO THE RIGHT... Mostly, this is a story about pirates. Mean dastardly pirates who don’t just drink and sing. These aren’t like the pirates in your story book, but the pirates that are unnamed in history, the pirates that make people pray out of fear. This is a story about pirates who shoot guns, pirates who make you walk the plank, pirates who stab you in the back as well as the heart, and most importantly, pirates who kill people just because they can. These pirates are not friendly, not at all. These pirates would kill you as soon as look at you. This is a story of pirates who fight with pistol and sword, who deal in lies and double-crosses. This is a story about pirates. This is a story about a girl. Not just any girl, but one of the most ferocious girls you could ever meet. She is a warrior queen, from a long line of strong careers; she is a natural force to be reckoned with. She runs barefoot over coals and thorns, never blinking an eye. This is a story about a girl who stands tall as one of District Four’s finest careers; even shadows shrink away from her prowess with a bow or a hatchet. This is a story about ferocity and loyalty. This is a story about sisters. Not just any sisters, they call them the Sirens. They live upon a rock in the middle of the bay and trade gossip for shells and beads. This is a story about three sisters who comb their hair and sing at the passing sailors, a story about girls who are more likely to see you drowned rather than not, this is a story about sisters who would sell you out to the pirates at a drop of a hat. This is a story about their beauty and how they used it to achieve their own ends, a story about the guns they made and pistol they sold to a Pirate King. This is a story about shut-ins. Sad, tired shut ins, eager to see something more than the four walls they had been raised in. This is a story about adventure, a story about taking that first step out the door, a story about sunburn and sleeping under the stars. This is a story about three children who wanted to grow up, to stop living under the thumb of their all too loving parents. This is a story about cunning and bravery, a story about family and sacrifice. This is a story about fear and horror. This is a story of blood and betrayal. A story about skirts and pants, a story about release. This is a story about explorers. This is a story about orphans. Not sad orphans, there are enough stories about those. This is a story about street smart orphans, ones that know how to slip their fingers into a lady’s purse or unclip a gentleman’s watch without their notice. This is a story about survival, about looking for family, about finding it. This is a story about love, about brotherhood. This is a story about hope and loss of it, a story about finding it again. This is a story about admiration, about confidence, about strength. This is a story about boys, a whooping one, a hollering one, a story about bonds. This is also a story about a small, angry child. A girl who was left in a park, all alone. This is the story about a girl who found it hard to deal with too much at once, but took it all on anyway. This is a story about hatred and love all at once, this is a story about jealousy, about childhood, about growing up, about magic. This is a story about a little girl who held her heart in her fist, a story about caring for someone else, a story about lung cancer and nights spent around a fire pit, smoke crackling up into the air. This is the story of an adventurer, a lover of life, a marrow-of-life-sucker. This is the story about a little girl who didn’t need to fly because she was fast enough, strong enough on her feet. This is the story of the boy. A boy who was never able to forget. This is the story of a childhood that never really existed, of abandonment. This is the story of hatred, sorrow, fear, stupidity. This is the story of false bravado and insecurity. This is the story of cocky smirks and something he accidentally stole. This is the story of Kensington Park and a swashbuckling boy. This is the story of a prince, of a pauper. This is the story of a boy who held the world in the palm of his hand, a boy who created an adventure everyday, a boy who had light shining from his eyes. This is the story about a leader, about a lover, about a hero. This is the story of weight and responsibility; this is a story about forgiveness and revenge. This is a story about goggles and oil, corsets and steam. This is the story of a boy who grew up. PLOT BY ELEGANT AND CLOVER

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FAITH, TRUST, AND PIXIE DUST the characters . . . - the orphans - - the children - - the lost boys - - the mermaids - - the pirates -

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THE ORPHANS PETER PAN (MALE, SEVENTEEN, ELEGANT) Peter is a boy that has grown up far too fast for anyone's taste. Born with a perfect memory, he can completely recall down to the exact time and what colour coat his mother was wearing when she abandoned him on the docks. (Maroon with black velvet roses, 2:41 pm). With a memory like that, it's hard to stay innocent. Since a young age, he's been an orphan of the docks, working on whatever boats hire him, and usually being up to anything and everything he shouldn't be which always lands him in trouble. He lives in an old clock tower with the rest of the lost boys. When he isn't working on a boat, they're running through the streets, sling shots at the ready and a pan flute in his belt. He parades about the district like he owns it, picking kids up off the street like old coins, he being the only one that ever seems to spot the silver underneath all that grime. TINKERBELL (FEMALE, TWELVE, CLOVER) Pint-sized and passionate, Tinkerbell is not capable of holding more than one emotion at a time. She's known for being fiesty, hot-tempered and often rude. After been abandoned in the park by her penniless mother at the age of ten, she found Peter and followed him happily around from then on. Despite often being vindictive and jealous, Tink has taken to the streets with ease. She's tough and refuses to be argued with, despite her slight stature. She doesn't care for what others think of her - she's happy to rebel in any way she can - from the cigarettes that hang from her lips to the constant stream of curses, Tink doesn't allow what is expected to get in her way. She's fiercely loyal to Peter, and can at times be generous and obliguing.  AHYOKA ROSE LAUREL (FEMALE, SIXTEEN, PYTHON) Ahoyoka is the brave and fearless daughter of the finest Captain District Four had ever seen, who went down with his ship when she was fifteen years old. Quiet and stubborn, the girl holds a great sense of both loyalty and pride. She's a seasoned career who has great skill with a trident and at night she still sleeps below the decks of the smaller houseboat her family once owned. Despite the fact that both of her parents drowned in the ocean, Ahoyoka refuses to let herself be afraid of the water, and forcefully confronts any trepidations in her mind by greeting them head on. She is scornful of weakness and quick-minded, although her affections for Peter have been known to cloud her judgement.

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THE CHILDREN WEDNESDAY DEARHEART(FEMALE, SEVENTEEN, CHELSEY) Wednesday is a story-teller and a believer of all. Her naevity undoubtably comes from the over-protectiveness of her wealthy parents. The Dearheart children have, from birth, been sheltered from the world. Very rarely has Wednesday left her mansion - (what more could she possibly want?) - and because of this she dreams of a chance to experience the childhood she reads about, which she's sure she's missed. Wednesday is compassionate and caring, always unwaveringly kind and often unable to understand any malice intended by other people. She's incredibly clever, due to being homeschooled, but ignorent of any conflict that has occured in the world. Often caught up in her own daydreams, the girl is always eager to go on an adventure. JAX DEARHEART (MALE, FIFTEEN, ZOË) Jax, as the eldest boy of the Dearheart family, has been taught how to behave in high society. He is polite and well-spoken, on a never-ending quest to expand his vocabluary. He struggles to shake his formalities and relax at times, but is just as enchanted by the idea of an adventure as his sister and brother are. Brave and clever, Jax is the most quick-thinking of the family, always relied upon for the answers when they are needed. Although not very creative himself, the boy loves to listen to his sister's stories and is kind to his siblings. He resents the house in which he is trapped and swears that when he grows up, his children ought to be able to do as they please. Jax is known for being somewhat bossy and domineering, but despite his short temper he always means well. MOON DEARHEART (MALE, THIRTEEN, LOREN) Clumsy and haphazardrous, Moon has always been the baby of his family. On top of the sheltered upbringing his doting parents have provided, he is also seen as a young child by his elder siblings and treated as such. Moon resents feeling like a tag-along and will do anything to prove he can keep up with Wednesday and Jax. He's easily scared, but gives everything he tries his absolute best. Plucky and creative, the boy is eager to grow up to be just as brilliant as his sister and brother, who he adores endlessly. Overly trusting and known for throwing himself head-over-heels into all he does, Moon is exciteable and energetic, a true child.

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THE LOST BOYS SLIGHTLY (MALE, SIXTEEN, RESERVED FOR CASS) Slightly is second-in-command and takes charge in manning the clocktower of District Four with his 'brothers'. The band of boys was each found by Peter from the streets and directed toward the giant clock as a way to pass the time. Slightly is known for being sly and elusive, and is the best at keeping secrets. He's rarely caught, but Peter is well aware of his 'borrowing' habit is quick to scorn him for snatching what isn't his. Slightly has a deep respect for Peter and a devout loyalty to the Lost Boys, taking charge of them and caring for them to the best of his ability.  TOOTLES (MALE, SIXTEEN, OPEN) As a young child, Tootles was severely abused, causing him to become selectively mute and unable to speak a single word. He became a runaway at fourteen and found Peter in the days that followed. Unable to care for himself in any way, the boy is incredibly greatful of the support he has found among his new brothers. Sweet-tempered and smiley, Tootles is seen by the others as cheeky and pleasant, despite only communicating through his notepad, which is filled with the scrawled records of anything he has ever needed to communicate. The boy is thoughtful and always puts others before himself, whatever the cost. CURLY (MALE, SIXTEEN, OPEN) Curly is undoubtably the brawn of the boys. He finds comfort in fighting, for it is the one thing he has always been good at. He finds thinking frustrating, as he struggles to force his mind to form the thoughts he wants it to. Never having been academic, Curly is slow and uneducated, preferring to train as a Career and protect his family than learn. The boy has been said to 'think with his fists', as he hits first and asks questions later. Curly isn't cruel or sadistic - his absent parents simply never taught him a better way to deal with the things he struggles to express with his lacking vocabluary.

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THE MERMAIDS CECILY MAEVE (FEMALE, SEVENTEEN, OPEN) Cecily is spoiled and vain, the product of too much money and a father plagued by guilt over his divorce. She lives in the moment and fails to understand the concept of consequence. Mischevious and prone to jealousy, Cecily and her girls are prised careers with pristine records and ambitious futures. She is finicky and disloyal, happy to give in to anybody who offers her something that shines. The Queen of Manipulation, Cecily is secretly proud of her whispered title of 'Siren'. There is no doubt that she can lure in unsuspecting sailors like no other. SERENA MAEVE (FEMALE, SIXTEEN, OPEN) Serena is both competitive and artistic, feeling the need to be the absolute best at everything she does. She's prone to sulking when things don't go her way and refuses to stick to absolutely anything she isn't good at. Luckily, she's incredibly skilled at picking the shells from the shore and weaving bracelets, as well as the business of singing enchanting songs to the men that walk the beach. Serena is generally friendly, however when she feels that her pride is threatened she can sink to unimaginable depths to get what she needs. VALENTINA MAEVE (FEMALE, FIFTEEN, OPEN) As the youngest of three, Valentina is the most insecure of her sisters. Quiet and shy, Valentina is thought to be lazy by her family due to her disinterest in training or riches. She has no great dreams for her future - the girl would be content with the world staying just as it is and wandering the District until the day she dies, however her parents push her to follow in the footsteps of Cecily and Serena. Valentina is obliging and obident, always taking the easiest option and never bothering enough about anything to argue.

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THE PIRATES JAMES HOOK (MALE, EIGHTEEN, ROOK) Captain James Hook of the ‘Jolly Roger’ is one of the most fearsome to ever curse the waters of District Four. He is at odds with everyone in the story, often claiming that Smee is really the only one that he can truly trust. Ever since his fall out with one Peter Pan, he’s found life more and more difficult. Most say it was an accident, but Hook knows for certain that Pan took his hand on purpose. Never mind the fact that the fishing boat had a faulty chain, never mind the fact that they’d been friends for nearly five years. Since the accident, Hook has gone a little bit off the deep end. The sight of his own blood makes him shiver in fear, and he’s always swearing that he can hear ticking, that Death is following him. He’s sworn revenge on Peter and will not rest until the loss of his hand is paid for. Scheming and morally inept, Hook is on a bender for revenge, anyone who gets in his way will pay the iron price. SMEE (MALE, SEVENTEEN, OPEN) A boy with a stutter and no confidence of his own, Smee prefers to lurk in the dark shadow cast by Hook. He's viewed as clumsy and easily confused by his crewmates, who take advantage of his good-nature. He's incredibly forgetful and scatter-brained, frustrating anyone who depends on him endlessly. Smee was diagnosed as a child with Attention Defecit Hyperactivity Disorder, and as a result of this struggles to keep still and constantly fidgits. Always wanting to impress, Smee attempts to do exactly what he's told, often with disasterous results. His moral compass isn't very strong - in truth, all he wants is to be accepted and appreciated. FREDERIK STARKEY (MALE, SEVENTEEN, OPEN) Frederik hates the Captain. He hates the ocean, and he hates having to hate Peter Pan. In fact, Frederik wishes he'd never traded his life of struggling to get by for one of piracy. The guilt, he's certain, is eating him away completely. In truth, Frederik is afraid of Hook and at a loss as to how he would survive on his own. Orphaned at fifteen, Frederik swore he would never let himself live in a community home, and has focused all the time since on learning how to survive. A former rich child, this has proven difficult. Generally moody and downcast, Frederik's frustration at his situation results in his violent temper and capacity to be mean to almost anybody. He's snarky and a born bully - anybody he feels is inferior to him is a prime victim for his cowardly tongue.

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APPLICATIONS If you would like to apply for this plot, please post using the following application form. Due to the large amount of characters in the plot, it is possible we will allow people to have multiple parts, depending on the amount of applications. Please specify your preferences.  FIRST CHOICE: SECOND CHOICE: BLURBS: OTHER: Please contant Elegant or Clover for any more information you might need. THANK YOU!

[Tom]

FIRST CHOICE: Smee
SECOND CHOICE: Frederik Starkley
BLURBS:

Smee: His shadow always overcasts me, just the way I want it to. The center of attention is annoying and I would rather not be there. The boy with the stutter being the center of attention was not something that would go over well for sure. The tongue tied boy. That's who I was. I stutter over everything. The crew members always laugh when the stutter comes out. I know it's very weird for a seventeen year old to have, but I have so much more problems that people don't understand it. Unappreciated and overlooked is how I am treated. The help that I give is bigger than most people understand. My body tends to move on it own if I try to sit still. I can't stop it and I don't know why. I honestly think I am just messed up in the head or something. Impressing everyone is all I want to do. I want to prove my usefulness. I am not just a weight dragging everyone down. The captain tells me what to do and I do it. There is no arguing with Hook. Hook will turn on you and kill you, if you argue or disagree. The captain has everyone wrapped around his finger. There is no arguing ever. I try to give advice, but Hook never wants it. He'll just give me this glare meaning to back off, so I do. I back off. All I want to do is help, but no one understands. They don't know how bad it is to feel like your never appreciated or accepted. It's like the world crumbling before you. I won't let it crumble. Not just yet. There is no way I will give up. I will impress everyone, one day.

Frederik Starkley: WIP

OTHER: Tom stop applying to plots I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS PLOT ALREADY.

[shrimp]

FIRST CHOICE: VALENTINA MAEVE
SECOND CHOICE: SERENA MAEVE
BLURBS:

SERENA: Whoever said perfection was impossible is lying. Because I am perfect, the epitome of it because that's what has to be done in this world to garner any respect in the district where you're praised for how manly you are, how fast you can run far you can swim how many throats you can cut open in two minutes. I'll easily admit that this is a man's world, but I can keep up with them - I must keep up with them because I will not settle for anything less. They call me cutthroat, fine: they had better watch their backs and make sure not to trust me with knives. Luckily for them, my weapon of choice isn't always double-edged. It's with the fine hairs of a brush, the prick of a needle, the recreation of the world. It's with haggling on prices, of my voice echoing through the summer breeze, beckoning sailors to buy my wares. I am composed of confidence, beauty, power, wealth, and thus I will always win. Right?

VALENTINA: Just let me have my moment. I like it when the breeze flows through my hair as I gaze out at the rising sun, a bowl of cereal in my lap as Cici and Serena comb their hair and wave at the sailors while they set up shop. It's peaceful here, and I can almost feel myself floating along with wherever the wind is being beckoned to. Curiosity often gets the better of me though, to Serena's chagrin when I leave to go to the bathroom and end up getting lost in the dirty part of the district hours later. But it's my life, not hers so why does she even care? Why does anyone care, really? We're all just going to die out in the end anyway so I might as well live life the way I want it, which well, isn't all that interesting. Of course, I'm being hypocritical and the trainers can tell when they tell me my heart's not in it, when they send someone after me to make me quiver and shake with the fear of death approaching (unfortunately for them I made my peace with the Reaper some time ago and I'm surprisingly skilled with a pocketknife). Sometimes it's just easier to go with the flow though, you know? I'll figure out what I want in time, when it whispers in my ear and helps me realize what I'm meant to do. So yeah, let me bask in the salt-tinged air as it rushes past my face - why? Because.

OTHER: FC: Grace Gao

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FIRST CHOICE: VALENTINA  MAEVE
SECOND CHOICE: FREDERIK STARKEY
BLURBS:

Valentina~
Does - Says - (Thinks) 

(What is it to be nothing?) A question so easily answered, yet ones that hangs over her head like the frail blade of an ax in the cold night. Her fingers linger upon the asphalt, the dark dew beginning to stick to ivory fingers as the morning clawed its way through the navy sky. Not immune to it's wet embrace, they clothes that pressed against her navel were worn down with the tiny droplets, much too heavy for such pure diamonds which slowly collected upon her still body. (To lay here I would be truly content). How startlingly true this statement was, she realizes. As she would love nothing more than to watch the world age around her, caught in a perpetual state of motion that others spent their entire lives to avoid. Yet here she lay, arms sprawled in warm welcome to a never ending darkness. A night of peace before endless compliance. As resistance truly is futile. (Embrace who you are, darling. Nothing). And with such a profound statement, soft eyes fall over the horizon. And how glad she was that in this moment she could smile. Not the smile forced upon her lips by the expectant glances of her parents. Not even that of a joke, in which not the slightest trace of humor could be found, yet her lips curved upwards anyway. So desperate to avoid conflict, she would do anything to satisfy them. But this, was genuine. As she was truly lost within this perfect moment. 

Frederick~
Does - Says - (Thinks) 

How unfortunate it was to be trapped. Like a mouse, scraping desperately at titanium walls, his words were desperate and forced, yet obviously getting him nowhere. "Get your ass to work!" the viper was poised to strike. His teeth bared in fear as he looms over the deckhand. "Any slackers and you'll be kicked out to high seas!". Of course, Frederick knew nothing of what would happen to these lumps. He was not the captain, nor the second mate. (But how I hate them both.) The lies that danced across his tongue were simply to spread the plague which he had suffered from since the very second his mother kicked the bucket and left him alone. He was afraid. Afraid of change, afraid of the unknown. Afraid of fear itself. Hungrily spreading throughout his body, reveling in its new found control over such a spritely man,fear took control of his tongue, spreading its control to others which were in his residence. Via his chapped, swollen lips. The deckhand dared not look up from his work, muttering a quick apology he began his work anew, with sudden speed. A grin cracked the skin which lay dead upon his lips. (I could be king of these fools.) How he hated them. The scrawny boys knelt down upon the hollow wood, calloused fingers stroking the deck underneath bright yellow towels. In fact, he hated the captain, that damned Smee too. He hated the wood of which he stood and the sails which caught the wind.  And somewhere, deep within his mind a stirring is caused. As, for a fact, he hated him too. 

 

OTHER:

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We're going to wait to see if any more apps come in before we make any final choices, however I'd like to nudge those of you that have already been given characters and remind you that a due date for bio will be set soon! It would be great if you could get started. Thank you!

[Gavin]

FIRST CHOICE: Cecily Maeve.
SECOND CHOICE: Serena Maeve.
BLURBS:
CECILY:

I am everything I have ever planned on being.
My hair my eyes my clothes are all perfect and nobody can tell me otherwise. And if you do-I will end you. Let me make that clear.
I am manipulative. I will get what I want. And nobody can get in my way. Everyone tries to tell me I need to get used to "the real world." I don't. There's no need for anything outside of what I already have. Nothing is worth stepping outside of my shiny, polished world, because I am happy with what I have.
Except when I want things. Like jewelry. Or boyfriends. Or girlfriends, even. But I get those. Easily. And if someone tries to stop me-once again- I will destroy them. If I want something, I get it. Is that simple enough?
Oh, and get this-I don't care about anyone. Anyone outside myself, that is. People are trinkets-pretty and fun to look at until something else catches my attention. Nobody means anything more than that. And I don't want them to.

SERENA:

I am an artist. Color flows from my fingertips when I sweep the paintbrush across the page, sculptures raise under my hands when I work the clay. I create things to be what I want them to be. And if things don't go my way-I keep trying. Because eventually, they will.
I am not like my sisters. I don't let things fall into my fingers. I scheme and plot and I work myself until I get what I have tried to achieve. I don't get other people to carry out my plans for me. I do them for myself. That's what happens when your older sister is Cecily Maeve, you know. Everything people try to give to you goes to her instead, so you learn to get things yourself. And it sticks with you all your life because Cecily never stops getting what she wants-so you never stop either.

OTHER: This plot is gorgeous. That is all.

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First Choice: CECILY MAEVE
Second Choice: Serena Maeve
Blurb:
(I'm going to do a scene where they are in the Hunger games)
Cecily: I've had food and water for days now. I'm perfectly fine with the blood of 2 tributes on my hands. I also have days more of food to come. I remember exactly how it went. I coaxed my alliance members to give me their food and purifying tablets. Then while they were sleeping, I stabbed them both. The cannons went off and I was a step closer to home. As I sit down to rest branches snapped and I whirled around. I found the boy from one staring at me with a club in his hands. I flutter my eyelashes innocently. I saw the way he looked at me in the training center. This would be an easy kill. This moment in time feels like one of those moments when my sister's and I would sit upon a rock, waving at passing ships, singing to sailors until they abandon ship and drown in the waves. I come up to him as he stares at me. "You don't really want to kill me. Do you?" I say in my sweetest most innocent voice, making him feel as if I was no threat. I know I'm beautiful and I'll use that. I my hands flowed down his arms and grab the club from him gently, looking at his lips the whole time, a knife concealed in my sleeve. "You don't want to kill me," I continued, "I'm not a threat." I kissed him suddenly and he kissed back. The boy bit down on my lower lip lightly, it felt nice. I have had practice doing this with those annoying sailors. I knew exactly what he wanted just like those drunken sailors. I opened my mouth slightly and I let his tongue dance in my mouth. Oh how I love teen lust. It makes everyone easier to kill. I could tell he was like almost every sailor I met who made it to my rock which my sister's and I lounge upon. I wrapped my arms around his back. I sheathed my knife silently and struck from behind. He falls to the ground, my knife buried in his back. Another easy kill. It wasn't exactly like those sailors who made it to my sisters' little island. I would dunk their heads in the water and drown them then throw them out to sea, but still I'm the best at this. A cannon goes off as he lays still. I sit down and relax knowing that I'm one step closer home, but I relish in my victory of yet another tribute. I always get what I want, and what I want is to kill.


Serena:

I breath heavily as I run away from the bloodbath with my alliance 2 members. "My district partner wouldn't have died if you didn't grab that backpack!" The boy from 2 yelled at me. I run my finger through the dirt where I making patterns of a knife, then a club, then a spear. I get up and my face is a challenge.

You want to fight me? I think. Come and get it. He will crack eventually under my stare. I let no one beat me. If someone beat me I would kill them on the spot and everyone around not to let the secret out.

He seems to be the same way. He turns away from my forceful look. He charges at me with intent to kill. I sidestepped like a dancer. Dancing is a form of art in my opinion. I stick my leg out and he trips over it landing in the dirt. "Oops." I said playfully. I get on top of his back and I pull of his shirt. "For attacking me what should I draw first?" I ask. "Hmm let me think. "Maybe your District partner you cared so much for. Who can scream first?" I said in a mocking tone.

I take out my knife as my other alliance member flees in horror. Wuss. I think. I dig my knife into his back as he screams in pain. I hold him down as he struggles. I draw a large picture with my knife on his back of his district partner. My bald cutting cleanly into his skin. When I was done there was blood everywhere but a wonderful representation of his district partner. He lies on the ground as I study my work. He out and a weak breath and his blood pools around my feet. A cannon sounds as I smile. "I hope my perfect picture will be there forever as a token of my appreciation of how helpful you've been."


Other: this plot seems awesome! Also in my blurbs it was an example of them in the games. I hope you like it! Also, about my first blurb I watched Aladin again recently and there was this scene with Jasmine doing something like that to let Aladin get away.

Word Count: 833

[Gone5eva]

FIRST CHOICE: Frederik

SECOND CHOICE: Smee

BLURBS:
Frederik-

I recall my first days at sea as the newest cabin boy vomits over the edge of the ship. I snort, my shaggy head shaking back and forth. "Pathetic." I hiss as I pass him, casting a vicious glare at the child. He won't last two days. "If you expect to stay on board, you better learn how to stifle your sickness." Large, deep blue eyes stare at me, filled to the brim with terror. Oh, how easy this will be. I lean in close, a finger gesturing for him to do the same. My lips part, and I whisper- "Or I'll make sure to throw you overboard first."
His eyes grow wider, larger, the look of fear upon his countenance clear as the sun. I laugh, a large hand pushing him roughly against the railing. His knees shake, and I smirk down at him until a loud shout pulls me from the lad. I have better things to do with my time, after all. Why waste my precious moments on this pile of sludge?

Smee-

A vibration emits from the pit of my stomach as I stare down into the waves below. They move lazily- an inciting offer for those nearly dying of heat exhaustion. "Smee!" The voice echoes loudly across the deck, and in what feels like an instant, I'm beside him.
"What, F-F-Frederik?" I question him, and he simply raises a scarred hand to our latest acquisition; a cabin boy named Jacob.
Without a word to the ass beside me, I move, swiftly sweeping the boy away. He utters apology after apology, but I can only laugh. It's a sound made in jest, much different than the officer behind us. We migrate to the bow of the vessel, where I push him against the railing. I say nothing, simply giving the child a smile. It was his choice to come aboard, and it will be his choice to remain.

OTHER:
Give me like five minutes plz

A Haiku for you~!
Uhm my app is bad
and I should feel bad I know
and I really do.