<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/9b/d8/159bd8603767a84d1b47b7e2fdce9c45--melanie-martinez-makeup-melanie-martinez-style.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Constance De Vil<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>8:00am 20th of October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hell Hall/Zander's house<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zander<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Mentioning Adon<br/><br/>Constance stared at the little thing in the treehouse she had once known belonged to her brother. It was a transmitter, of that she was certain and it held a wand on it. Thank all that was evil her mother couldn't be bothered to destroy the tree house, because had she done so, Carlos's little toy would have been completely lost. Like her brother, Constance had a strong mind and was quite intelligent. Unlike her brother, she wasn't a snivelling coward who ran at every scream her mother made. But then...unlike Carlos, Constance had her mother's adoration because well...she was a girl.<br/><br/>Cruela De Vil wasn't known for being the nicest woman, hell she was down right a bitch and she'd raised her only daughter to be just like her, or so she thought. But unlike her mother, Constance wasn't happy with just sticking around in this hell hole, she was determined to fine a way out of the Isle of the lost then she was going to find her stupid older brother and make his life a living hell.<br/><br/>She picked up the box and looked at it before turning and heading to the door of the dinky little tree house. "Ready?" She called down to her little "Minion".<br/><br/>"Y...Yes Madam De Vil." Came the squeaky, scared reply.<br/><br/>"Madam? Do I look like my mother!" Constance thundered as she looked at him.<br/><br/>"N..no C...c...constance." He stammered out her name and as she threw him the device he stumbled to get it.<br/><br/>"Careful!" She snapped at him as he'd almost dropped it. "That's my ticket out of here, so don't drop it!"<br/><br/>Of course she would need help to rebuild it properly, it looked fried and she would need the proper things to rebuild it, but if her stupid brother had done it once, she should be able to figure it out well enough.<br/><br/>Moving through the marketplace, she stopped at a door and banged on it loudly. "Z! Get out here already!" She snapped.<br/><br/>One wouldn't say Constance and Zander were friends, one didn't exactly have friends on the Isle of the lost if you weren't a goodie twoshoes like her brother and his so called friends had been. But Zander wanted off this hell hole as much as she did and he was the one whom she counted on most because he helped her get things done. "I've found it! Come on! We need to go find Adon!" In fact, who the hell didn't want off this damn Island?