Disney U (Town/off Campus)
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				Title: <strong>Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 01:54:34</strong>
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				Oddly, the town that organically sprung up around Walter Roy University has no official name and is simply referred to as Anaheim Town, though on the official paperwork, it shares the island's name. There is all manner of smaller shops, but a notable lack of most large chains have a foothold there.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">'Le Shoppe'</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Sophie_zpsc4aea309.jpg)</div>Sophie Chattonne (Duchess) is the elegantly feminine proprietor and owner of the cozy curio and tea house near the campus. Its name of 'Le Shoppe' is lighthearted cheeky humor in reference to her homeland of France and its décor reflects Sophie's European background. Sophie came to Anaheim Island nearly eight years ago, her triplets-- now eleven-- in tow as her father had fallen ill. When he shortly passed away, she inherited his assets, a corner building near the busy campus, having fallen into filth and disrepair, became her focus. Now, the ground floor is all her dual-purpose shop and the three upper floors are where she and the children live, as well as 4 apartments for rent. She is well-established now, and is as active in the community as she has time for, and is always an excellent ear when one needs it. The triplets are Cari (daughter, blonde), Telly (son, ginger) and Burt (son, reddish brunette).<br><br>Most of the shop's décor is dark, rich woods, but the cafe side transitions to whitewash and a checkered back and white floor with little tables and wire chairs. In nice weather, there are tables and chairs along the sidewalk as well. Periodically, students will steal the furniture, but they are usually returned. There are a variety of antiques and classy knick-knacks neatly cluttering the shelves and glass cases. The tiny cafe serves tea (no coffee) and nibblies and is a popular hangout with many of the old-fashioned. It fulfills the role of bar and bartender without the booze. <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 02:21:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Sharai walked along the path, the cool morning air brushing her face as she looked around. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, and the soft sound of the fountain echoed around the silent park. This was her moment of zen every moment she got a chance. Wandering aimlessly, taking in the beauty of nature. Her eyes took in the sight of birds bathing in the fountain and she smirked raising her camera. <br><br>Her fingers pressed the button, but something glinted as the flash went off and she looked up her eyes narrowing. Making her way over she looked on the edge of the fountain and picked up the blue head band. Turning it in her hands she studied it, something about it seemed familiar. The soft cloth felt like something exotic against her fingers, and as she brushed the jewel. A strange feeling over came her. Both sadness, and joy. The feeling of a life that wasn't hers anymore, something she'd forgotten or lost. <br><br>Sitting down she stared at the item. Had someone left it for her? No one knew of her walks, knew what it was she did with her spare time, where she went. Then again she never kept it a secret either. Looking up, she searched the area, looking around before her gaze turned back to the headband and she let out a small noise as an explainable smile came over her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 06:06:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> The town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking a leisurely walk to campus and getting distracted<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai, Open<br><br>One thing that Scott was exceedingly grateful for was that the administration had warned him in advance that trying to live off of the island would be difficult. It was only after this first week of seeing the ferries only coming a few times a day that he was very glad that he had decided to rent real estate in town. Admittedly, as far as apartments went, it was pretty nice. It wasn't a big-city penthouse, certainly, but it beat a studio. A bedroom with enough room for a queen-size, a bathroom, a full-size kitchen (for which he was very happy), and living room. The carpet wasn't exactly something to write home about, but everything worked and it was bigger than the flat he had living in somewhere in England for the past few years, so he was quite happy with his accommodations.<br><br>The professor emerged from his apartment building with half an hour to spare before he had to be on campus, and a commute of about ten minutes. Well, considering that he had a French press and ground coffee on campus already, he wasn't particularly worried about needing to stop for some. So, what did that leave him to do for twenty minutes? With the aid of a nearby sign helpfully indicating the town's park, Scott figured he may as well spend some time getting to know the area a bit better. He walked at leisurely pace, a pair of earbuds playing a bit of Black Sabbath in his ears. It was pretty nice. If he were to ever use the word, he might describe it as pleasant.<br><br>However, another human figure caught his eye. Someone else was out and about early in the morning. Well, that counted out a pretty good number of students, if you asked him. His curiosity piqued, Scott approached Sharai quietly. He'd always had a talent for being quiet, and he didn't want to annoy his new coworker this early on. Once he had moved closer, almost to the point where he could reach out and touch her, he asked with a bit of a bass rumble in his voice, <strong>"I would guess by the camera and the fact that you're awake this early that you're Professor Nadeen, right?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 08:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/mary-elizabeth-winstead-Wallpaper1_zpscae57f5b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Gwendolyn “Wendy” Daring (Wendy Moira Angela Darling)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Coffee shop near campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Reading and sipping her coffee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Gwendolyn, or Wendy, to those few folks who knew her, was fixed in her morning routine.&nbsp; She'd been on the island long enough to know the barista of her favorite little cafe by his first name.&nbsp; Of course, it helped that he was a former student of hers, one she'd taught during her first year at Walter Roy University.&nbsp; He still called her Miss Daring, and Gwendolyn would have it no other way.&nbsp; There was a certain need for propriety and, unless he somehow became a fellow professor, she expected a formal address.&nbsp; Even amongst the faculty there were few who called her Wendy.&nbsp; In all honesty, she'd all but abandoned the moniker.&nbsp; She had used it during her travels, an attempt to be another person, if but briefly.&nbsp; An attempt to steal back a childhood that was cut too short.&nbsp; Still, there was enough of her adventurous spirit to prevent Gwendolyn from completely discarding the sobriquet.<br><br>She sipped her dark blend and let her eyes flow over the text of George Orwell's <em>Animal Farm</em>.&nbsp; She knew the satire better than most, and while, once upon a time, she'd found the idea of talking animals fascinating.&nbsp; Now, when she read the dystopian novel, Gwendolyn could not help but associate Napolean with Stalin, Snowball with Trotsky and Lenin, and the entire story with the Soviet Union.&nbsp; She wasn't looking forward to grading the dozens of papers from her Freshman class on the book.&nbsp; Perhaps a few of her students could provide a fresh insight, though considering how many Literature classes have required the book and the thousands of students who've written a paper on it already, Gwen held little hope that she wouldn't be reduced to reading poorly phrased ideas containing innumerable grammatical mistakes.&nbsp; She consoled herself with the knowledge that within a few weeks she would be teaching <em>The Illiad</em>, Dante's <em>Inferno</em>, and Shakespear's <em>King Lear</em> and that this year's curriculum did not include <em>The Book of Genesis</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>Blue eyes moved from Orwel's words to the nearby window.&nbsp; She privately admitted that she, ever so slightly, envied Ms. Masters' ability to allow the students to let their imaginations go.&nbsp; The corners of her lips curled ever so slightly, an unfortunately uncommon occurrence, as she recalled her twelve-year-old self and the sheer joy she experienced from creating stories to regale her younger brothers.&nbsp; Father had done a resplendent job at wiping that joy away.&nbsp; She seldom spoke to her brothers these days, and when she did there was far too much happening to gain a good understanding of how they truly were.&nbsp; She sipped her dark blend and the corners of her lips smoothed once more.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 14:55:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Sharai jumped at the sound of a voice behind her and nearly dropped her head band. <strong>"Oh my..."</strong> she said, her hand coming over her heart. <strong>"Yes, that's me."</strong> Rising up she tried to give them man a relaxed smile. Offering out her hand she thought she'd recognized him. Not from his face, but from a description some of the other teachers had given. It was definitely the scar that gave it away. <strong>Oh, you're Professor Stone. Am I correct? Its nice to finally meet you, please call me Sharai."</strong> <br><br>This time he did get a relaxed smile, <strong>"I always take a walk in the mornings. I call it finding my zen."</strong> She looked back to the headband then tilted her head at him. <strong>"What brings you out so early, deciding to kill some time before we head back to the grinding mill?"</strong> He was a very handsome man. Even with the scar, actually she thought it added a little something to him. His eyes though are what interested her more. Like a cats, always on the prowl, taking in their surroundings filled with purpose. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 16:21:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> The town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking a leisurely walk to campus and getting distracted<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai, Open<br><br>He tugged the earbuds from his ears and tucked them into a pocket with his phone, putting "Children of the Grave" on hold for the time being. Her reaction was actually kind of amusing to Scott. His smile was somewhat mischievous, half-smirk and half-smile; like his eyes, it was almost feline. He realized how young this professor was once he got a good look at her. She couldn't have been teaching that long, could she? Putting the brakes on that train of thought, he replied, <strong>"You are correct. I'm Professor Stone, but, like you, I prefer my first name. Call me Scott."</strong><br><br>Taking a moment to lean up against a tree, he answered her next question. <strong>"That's pretty much it. I had some time and I thought I'd get a chance to get the lay of the land, though I'm very happy to be distracted by you."</strong> Sure, it was a bit flirty, but why not? She looked like she might be at least five years younger than him, but that wasn't exactly a problem for him. Sharai was quite attractive in Scott's opinion, though he didn't think too many people would disagree with him.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 18:20:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Scott<br><br>Sharai couldn't hide the smile as he spoke of being distracted by her. <strong>"Nice to finally meet you Scott, and your distraction is very welcomed as well."</strong> Her eyes went over his form, in a studious fashion. Raising her camera, she snapped a quick picture of him and checked her camera. The way the light fell gave him an eerie, dark aura. <strong>"Well, I like this one, you seem mysterious, well more so."</strong> <br><br>Looking back at him she realized what she'd done, <strong>"Sorry, its a bad habit. Something inspires me I take a picture of it. Something I've always done, I know I should have asked first."</strong> she offered to show him the image. His green eyes more pronounced in the image, his lips curled into a very sexy smirk. Well she was certainly making a great first impression. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 18:34:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> The town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking a leisurely walk to campus and getting distracted<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai, Open<br><br>Scott almost laughed at her explanation. <strong>"I don't mind,"</strong> he said. <strong>"You'll just have to make it up to me later. Though it is a pretty good picture."</strong> He pushed off of the tree and said, <strong>"Well, I have to get in early and unlock the theatre, but I don't have any classes to teach for a few hours. I've got a French press in my office. Maybe we could have some coffee if you're not busy?"</strong><br><br>It was risky for him. It wasn't often that Scott got this flirtatious with a coworker. Well, a new coworker, anyway. He was perfectly fine with flirting with a coworker he'd been working with for a while. Stopping himself from lighting up, in case Sharai wouldn't enjoy walking next to him with a cigarette in his mouth, Scott just twiddled his thumbs for a moment before letting his hands drop to his side.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 19:47:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Scott<br><br>Sharai smiled at the compliment, <strong>"I'm sure we can find some method of payment for my..transgression."</strong> she teased, putting the cap back over her lens. Slipping it into her camera bag, she looked at the headband once more, trying to wonder why she suddenly felt mixed emotions. Sighing, she put it in with her camera and zipped it up. Something to look into later. The word coffee immediately perked her up some, <strong>"That sounds perfect, I don't have class for a couple of hours."</strong> she gave him a dazzling smile. <br><br><strong>"What productions are you considering for the year? I'd love to get some stills for you of your classes. Maybe I could sit in. I've always loved the theater, when I traveled I saw Romeo and Juliet in Italy, beautiful production. Then of course there's Inherit the Wind."</strong> she gave him a smile. She'd taken a lot of time to travel after she got her GED. A lot of the focus she put into her studies was why she was one of the younger professors. If she'd done everything when she was "supposed" to, she'd be in her 5th year of studies right now. <br><br>Slipping her hands into her back pocket she gave him a side long glance the smile still playing over her lips. She hadn't expected him to be this, well, flirty. She had thought he'd be more serious, mayhaps a bit detached. But that was only the surface. Maybe she could peel back the layers and get to know him more. It alone sounded like an adventure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 20:40:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/mary-elizabeth-winstead-Wallpaper1_zpscae57f5b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Gwendolyn “Wendy” Daring (Wendy Moira Angela Darling)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Curios shop near campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Wasting time<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Gwendolyn had left the coffee house some time ago.&nbsp; Instead of heading straight to her office at the university, however, she had decided to take a detour.&nbsp; The one blessing of teaching Classical Literature was that classes seldom began before noon.&nbsp; Ethics, on the other hand, didn't afford such luxury.&nbsp; Thankfully it was a Thursday, and Ethics was held on Mondays and Wednesdays which left several hours before Ms. Daring had to arrive at her office.<br><br>The trinket shop around the corner of the cafe held a number of curios and, when she wasn't trying to be a serious by-the-book professor, Wendy found she could easily lose a few hours mesmerized by the store's many treasures which set her imagination free and made her feel like she was back in the nursery with John and Michael.<br><br>She was currently entranced by a elaborately detailed glass fairy that stood no more than two inches high.&nbsp; It amazed her that someone had been able to spin the glass so thin that the fairy's wings appeared to be no thicker than a sheet of paper.&nbsp; The features on the piece's face reminded her of a obstinate, stubborn, student who had ended up earning an A+ in her class.&nbsp; The chime of a bell drew Wendy's attention from the piece as another patron entered the shop.&nbsp; When she didn't recognize the man, she moved further down the row glancing at toy boats and ships, decorative hooks and hangars, and finally a china doll with a blue satin nightgown.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 19:17:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Sophie Chattonne (Duchess, Aristocats)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; her shop<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; working<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Wendy, OPEN<br><br>Life was always busy for Sophie, between her business and her children and life in general. Today she was on her own in the shop and knew it would probably get hectic as the town woke up and things got moving. Her little tea cafe was never anywhere as busy as the coffee house just a few doors down, but she liked it that way. Her soul still wished to move at a more leisurely pace, with a stately decorum that let her enjoy life. To be rushed was to miss the small joys all around her.<br><br>Still, busyness was never far from her and she hurriedly gathered the supplies she needed to hopefully ensure her morning would run smoothly. Luckily, only one familiar customer had snuck in as Sophie had, once again, forgotten to set the electronic bell. Really, why couldn't the chidren understand how she missed the simple elegance of chiming brass? Ah well, they did love their technology, those three.<br><br>"Bonjour, Wendy! Is the doll not lovely? She arrived only days ago from some of my contacts in London."
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				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 23:16:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/mary-elizabeth-winstead-Wallpaper1_zpscae57f5b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Gwendolyn “Wendy” Daring (Wendy Moira Angela Darling)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Curios shop near campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Wasting time<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br><strong>"Good morning, Sophie,"</strong> she replied, her English accent still pronounced despite spending a few years in the States.&nbsp; <strong>"How are things?&nbsp; I haven't seen the children today.&nbsp; Are they already off to school?"</strong><br><br>Sophie was amongst the few on Anaheim Island who still called her Wendy.&nbsp; A remnant of a time when she was bright-eyed and full of hope.&nbsp; When she still saw teaching at Walter Roy University as an adventure, before the job had begun to become monotonous and unfulfilling.&nbsp; Perhaps that was simply one of the many charms "Le Shoppe" held for her.&nbsp; Besides the treasures "Le Shoppe" held which made Gwendolyn feel like a girl, Sophie's French accent made her feel a bit more at ease.&nbsp; While there were several English born professors at the university, for some reason, the classy, sophisticated tone of Sophie's voice simply made Gwendolyn feel like she wasn't such a foreigner.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"The doll is very lovely.&nbsp; It's gown reminds me of one I used to wear when I was about your children's age,"</strong> Wendy shared before walking down the aisle to where Sophie stood.<br><br><strong>"How's business been?"</strong> she asked.&nbsp; Small talk with Sophie had become one of the brighter moments in her day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 10:32:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Sophie Chattonne (Duchess, Aristocats)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; her shop<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; working<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Wendy, OPEN<br><br>"Ah, luckily for my sanity, they leave very early on Thursdays and get to school with some neighborhood friends. It allows me to work alone, without having to fret over them. I think they are more work now then when they were just kittens!"<br><br>Laughing musically, Sophie settled her load to the counter as the door clicked open and the unlikable buzzer made a pathetic spluttering noise. After greeting the elderly Mister Purlin as she did every morning, she stage-whispered an aside to Wendy. "I think, despite Burt's efforts at trying to update my bell, I will have to return to the lovely chime of brass. Poor me."<br><br>Snickering at her own cheek, the blonde quickly brought the old researcher his usual tea and oatmeal cookies and let him be. She was a used to being virtually ignored by the old man and his outrageous long beard as she was to his taking up the table in the corner.<br><br>"Eh, business is as it has always been, more pleasure than work. There is money enough to have a good, simple life and that is what matters." Even as she spoke cheerfully, Sophie put away her supplies and set some fresh cookies to baking in the small oven she kept for just that purpose. "You will have to come by soon and finish that lovely tale about the pirates when you find the heart of it again. The boys still talk about that and even Cari brightens at the reminder. When she is not being impossible!"
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				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 06:35:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/mary-elizabeth-winstead-Wallpaper1_zpscae57f5b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Gwendolyn “Wendy” Daring (Wendy Moira Angela Darling)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Curios shop near campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Wasting time<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br>Wendy smiled at the memory of telling Sophie's children that story.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, I would love to do that,"</strong> Gwendolyn admitted, somewhat to her surprise.<br><br>Maybe she should try to teach younger kids, or write, or do something else.&nbsp; She shook the thought from her mind and smiled brightly at Sophie.&nbsp; <strong>"You know, I always did like the chime of your bell over the electronic beep, as well,"</strong> Wendy confided.&nbsp; <br><br>A think smile then formed upon her lips, <strong>"So is it true?&nbsp; Boys are easier than girls?"</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't sure why'd she asked that.&nbsp; Though, children did make her happy.&nbsp; Just not yet.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 17:57:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Sophie_zpsc4aea309.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Sophie Chattonne (Duchess, Aristocats)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; her shop<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; socializing<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wendy, OPEN<br><br>Thinking fondly of her noisy brood, Sophie was still smiles. <br><br>"Perhaps so, were there not two of them!"<br><br>Merrily, Sophie set out a small cookie for Wendy and finished her thought.<br><br>"Ah, my little princess, you know how she is. She is only more trouble then her brothers because she is more demanding, but also more loving. It balances out. Now, enjoy your snack and let me know if the doll is meant to be yours, no?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 05:13:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> The town park<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking a leisurely walk to campus and getting distracted<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai, Open<br><br>The new professor led Sharai back towards campus. <strong>"Well, I'll have to ask you to pardon the mess. I'm still settling in, and the only things I'm really concerned about getting set at this point are my coffee supplies and the model for the set I'm supposed to be starting construction on."</strong> Her questions met a silence for a moment as he took them all in before answering, <strong>"Well, I don't really have a choice in what gets chosen, since I'm the new little fish in a big pond. If I had it my way, we'd be doing a Shakespeare tragedy and a more contemporary comedy in the fall, smaller student productions in the winter, and a Shakespeare comedy and a more tragic show in the spring. Unfortunately, I don't really get to decide any of that."</strong><br><br>After getting his preferences as far as shows went, he answered more questions. <strong>"Feel free to sit in whenever you like, just watch out during construction. I get that some of my students won't exactly recognize there's someone in front of the large set-piece they're moving until they've already run you over."</strong> It wasn't too far from the truth, either. He'd been on the receiving end of that bit of nastiness a few times.<br><br>They were hitting it off well, and Scott wasn't sure if that was merely a good thing or if it was fantastic. Hell, meeting a cute girl around his age that he wouldn't feel some kind of responsibility not to take to bed since he was technically giving them a grade seemed pretty good to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 04:31:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park/On campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Scott<br><br><strong>"Baby steps, soon enough you'll be running the show. A few good productions and they'll offer you less and less chains to hold you back. They almost didn't hire me. Another teacher who had the position before me had put in to resign and remarked she wasn't going to be replaced by a child."</strong> That had stung. Sharai had worked her tail off to get through college as quick as she had. And all on her own. <strong>Lucky for me they knew I take my work seriously. A lot of my photos are up in the library, I'll show you sometime."</strong> As they came onto campus she let out a sigh of contentment. It was still so very quiet, the students were lucky, their classes were a bit later and a few cancelled because of the tryouts. <br><br>Taking her hands from her pocket she adjusted her hat and smiled over at Scott. <strong>"So are we talking WWII mess? I'd be happy to help you get your office in order. If you'd like."</strong> She thought a moment, it'd be amazing to get some shots of his cast in costume and surprise him with some posters for around town and possibly in Seattle and Portland. If they advertised them out there she could help him bring in some wider audiences, definitely catch the boosters attention for him. <strong>"I'll stay out of the way as much as possible."</strong> She said, holding a hand over her heart. Wondering if an accident like that was why he'd gotten the scar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 08:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/mary-elizabeth-winstead-Wallpaper1_zpscae57f5b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Gwendolyn “Wendy” Daring (Wendy Moira Angela Darling)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Curios shop near campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Leaving the shop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr><br><strong>"Maybe some other time,"</strong> Wendy told Sophie as she allowed her fingers to drop from the doll's dress.<br><br>She was paid well, but she didn't have room in her apartment for miscellaneous nick-knacks.&nbsp; A fact that likely ruffled Sophie's feathers a bit.&nbsp; After all, she likely would appreciate Wendy to buy something every now and then.<br><br>As the professor stepped out of the Le Shoppe, her toe kicked something that glinted with the sun's light.&nbsp; The piece of jewelry skitted across the sidewalk for a few feet before stopping where Wendy quickly picked it up.&nbsp; She turned it over in her hand and admired it.&nbsp; It was a silver charm bracelet full of charms.&nbsp; There was a feather and a top hat, a teddy bear and a crocodile, an umbrella, a saint Bernard, a hook, a small dagger, and a tall ship with a single mast.&nbsp; Upon closer examination, the tall ship had a Jolly Rodger flying from its mast.<br><br>A smile came to her lips as she looked at the charms.&nbsp; The teddy bear reminded her of her youngest brother, Michael.&nbsp; While the umbrella and top hat reminded her of John.&nbsp; They had had a Saint Bernard, who their father made live outside, when they were younger.&nbsp; The rest of the charms pulled at her much like the ones she associated with her brothers, though she didn't understand why.&nbsp; She'd never used a knife, outside of the kitchen, and wasn't particularly fond of crocodiles.&nbsp; The hook reminded her of the one she'd seen within Le Shoppe and Wendy decided that she should ask Sophie if any of her customers had lost the bracelet.<br><br>The brunette reentered the Shoppe, and sought out Sophie.&nbsp; When she found the older woman she opened her hand and her thumb delicately traced the pirate ship, <strong>"Sophie, I hate to bother you, but do you know if anyone dropped this?&nbsp; I found it outside your door."</strong><br><br>Whether the shop owner knew or not, it was Wendy's intent to leave the bracelet with Sophie.&nbsp; It was more likely that whomever had lost it would ask Sophie as Wendy would not be there all day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 22:50:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/73/Roger_Bagha.jpg/403px-Roger_Bagha.jpg)</div><strong>Disney Character/New Name:</strong> Rajah/Roger Bagha<br><strong>Location:</strong> Curios shop near campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Deputy Sheriff on patrol<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sophie, Gwen, open<br><hr>Roger liked mornings.&nbsp; When the wind was right you could smell the salt tang blowing in off the Sound, and the world seemed quieter, cooler, clearer in the morning.&nbsp; Even the gulls were quiet, roosting on power lines or walking about the city plaza.&nbsp; Being a cop on Anaheim Island wasn't a very stressful job, but mornings were particularly quiet.&nbsp; Right now he was amusing himself by playing a game.&nbsp; A game of stalking.&nbsp; <br><br>Without any particular appearance of stealth, he approached a cluster of gulls.&nbsp; Appearances could be deceptive, as his slow innocuous movement circled him in ever closer to his unsuspecting prey.&nbsp; The gulls ignored him, and he moved in closer and closer yet.&nbsp; It didn't take many minutes before he was only a step away from the oblivious birds, and then he pounced.&nbsp; <br><br>His pounce was a flat-footed jump that carried him nearly ten feet to land practically atop his intended prey.&nbsp; And if he'd wanted he would have landed directly on the bird, killing it.&nbsp; Not that he wanted to kill the thing.&nbsp; Feathers in the mouth... He made a face, and quickly shook the illogical thought away.&nbsp; He'd tasted feathers only once - during a pillow fight as a kid. But the memory of feathers and blood - his own blood from a cut lip - and the satisfaction of victory when he trounced his friend remained with him, a memory more vivid that the real violence he's seen in Somalia, Sarajevo, and a dozen other places serving as a Marine.<br><br>He could have stomped the bird, or even caught it live with a swift bat of hand.&nbsp; He caught them sometimes just to play with them.&nbsp; But the flock flew off along with his prey, scattered by his sudden appearance in their midst.&nbsp; And that... he thought mournfully, was likely to be the highlight of his day.<br><br>He moved on, greeting folk with a friendly, small-town-policeman smile, though he rarely spoke even to say hello.&nbsp; He'd nod, and offer a hand to the boy changing the letters on the movie house marquee.&nbsp; He assisted a lady with her packages, and he checked the locks on buildings not occupied.&nbsp; Just a calm, sunny morning with the salt air lending a certain vigor to the day.<br><br>As he passed the Curios shop he spotted a figurine in the window, and he paused.&nbsp; It was a tiger, but a playful tiger with a demeanor more that of a playful kitten than a hunting cat.&nbsp; And his expression was woeful, with wide eyes looking up and pleading.&nbsp; He could almost hear the words "My Bad." coming from the thing.&nbsp; It was an unusual piece, but nothing about it explained why he felt so drawn to it.&nbsp; He stood at the window for several minutes, watching it.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood when a pretty woman - he thought he recognized her as a professor at Walter Roy - stepped out and then stooped and picked something up and went back in.&nbsp; Now, that was interesting, and just just because of the primo view he got of the woman's fine ass when she bent over.&nbsp; It was suspicious activity, was what it was.&nbsp; People didn't normally leave a shoppe and then turn around and go right back in.<br><br>Suspicious, and as a beat cop it was his job to investigate the suspicious.&nbsp; So, he wasn't following that mighty fine ass into the Curio Shoppe.&nbsp; He was doing his job and investigating suspicious behavior. He passed the tiger figure as he went in, and he stopped again, he attention torn from both the pert posterior his duty.&nbsp; He picked up the tiger, turned it upside down.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a sticker - $25.&nbsp; But he knew Sophie and was sure he could talk her down.&nbsp; Maybe ten bucks.&nbsp; Holding his spontaneous and completely unnecessary purchase, he watched the women talk.&nbsp; So, she found something by the door.&nbsp; Mystery solved then, her suspicious actions explained.&nbsp; He wouldn't have to stalk her back to campus to make sure she wasn't up to something.&nbsp; Just another boring morning on Anaheim Island.<br><br>He waited for Sophie, and when he had her attention he presented the tiger.&nbsp; <strong>"Ten Bucks?"</strong>&nbsp; He asked, never one to say three words when two would do.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 21:24:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Sophie_zpsc4aea309.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Sophie Chattonne (Duchess, Aristocats)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Le Shoppe<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; flirting and friendly<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Wendy and Roger<br><br>Startled to hear Wendy's voice so soon, Sophie stood from her crouch behind the counter to examine the intricate bracelet. "This is a beautiful piece, but I fear one I have never seen." Smiling nostalgically, she examined the shiny baubles. "You are certain it isn't yours? This reminds me so much of your wonderful stories. It is as though it was made for you, my friend."<br><br>When the door opened once more, the pathetic electronic buzzer didn't even attempt to splutter, making Sophie giggle prettily.<br><br>"Ah, my favorite Deputy Bagha," she flirted, letting her French accent thicken until the words sounded exotic and playful. "Has at last some pretty thing caught your eye?"<br><br>From the display window, Roger pulled down a uniformly brown figurine and brought it over with an offer of money. But Sophie barely heard him, intently examining the lovely, primitive carving of a kittenish tiger. <br><br>"What a curious morning," she mused, holding the two strange items. "A pair of mysteries with no explanation. This carving is lovely, and that is indeed my handwriting on the sales tag, but I have never laid eyes on it. Odd indeed." Smiling winningly, she handed over the carving. "So ten dollars, cher, seems a bargain for both of us, no? But only if you offer a damsel some help? That horrible buzzer has died, which will no doubt disappoint poor Burt." Her eye roll was proof she was not overly concerned about her tinkerer son. "Might you dispose of the offensive thing so may use that as an excuse? And perhaps hang my lovely bell once again?"<br><br>Softening the smile, she turned her attention to the other woman in the strange little drama. "Wendy, I will hold the item if you wish, but I still feel that it somehow must belong to you. Perhaps mine is not the only memory hazy today, hmm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Town/off Campus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yesiroleplay</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 01:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/73/Roger_Bagha.jpg/403px-Roger_Bagha.jpg)</div><strong>Disney Character/New Name:</strong> Rajah/Roger Bagha<br><strong>Location:</strong> Curios shop near campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Deputy Sheriff on patrol<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>"Sure." He agreed to fix the bell after he handed over the ten-spot.&nbsp; He slipped the figurine into the murse hooked to his belt and walked behind the counter to get the toolbox, though he scowled when he saw the mess Burt had made of it.&nbsp; Half the tools were missing.&nbsp; Probably scattered near the boy's last project.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; There was a screwdriver and he had his leatherman.&nbsp; He found the old bell on a shelf near the door.&nbsp; Apparently Sophie's kids decided someone might buy it.<br><br>He was tall and lanky, and had no problem reaching the new buzzer standing flat foots.&nbsp; Reaching it was one thing, but he needed a stool or something to get a good view of his work, and to get proper leverage with the driver.&nbsp; His strong, fit body filled the doorway as he worked, first removing the electronic horror activated by a cheap photocell, and then replacing the old brass bell in its old spot - the outline of the bracket and the screw holes still there to use as a guide.&nbsp; The bell rang with a flat clang a few times as he worked, muted by his touch.&nbsp; But once it was properly hung and the clapper set, the bell rang charming and true.<br><br>The quiet ginger man enjoyed the sound, and he swatted at the bell several times - telling himself it was to test the installation though really it was just because it was fun to ring the fine brass instrument.&nbsp; One he finally finished playing he refolded his multi-tool, stepped down from the stool, carefully stowed it back where he found it, and finally came back around the counter to replace the screwdriver.&nbsp; He looked at Sophie and paused.&nbsp; He should say something.&nbsp; He didn't much like talking, but...<br><br><strong>"You're all set."</strong>&nbsp; He informed her.&nbsp; <strong>"Ma'am" </strong> He tilted his head in a good-bye gesture, and then turned his attention to Gwendolyn, giving her the same brief nod.&nbsp; <strong>"Ma'am."</strong>&nbsp; Having no more reason to delay, he headed out the door.&nbsp; It wasn't like he wasn't doing his job by staying - Community Relations were an important part of a beat cop's job.&nbsp; But he preferred the outdoors to the point of sleeping in his back yard more than he did in his bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Once outside he seemed to expand.&nbsp; He was a big guy, though his quiet step and feline grace often kept people from realizing it.&nbsp; But outside he had room to breathe, and he was keenly aware of every animal, person, and event in a fairly wide circle.&nbsp; His ears cocked, his nose twitched, and his eyes followed movement, all while he simply seemed to stand and stretch.&nbsp; He'd tour the campus first, then swing through the residential district just north, and circle back down main street again.&nbsp; That should put near the harbor around noon for his lunch.&nbsp; Sounded like a plan, and that is what he did.<br><br>Patrol went without event, like always, and he expected nothing less of his afternoon.&nbsp; From the harbor he walked toward the Campus annex - one of his favorite places on the island.&nbsp; The Annex wasn't a building so much as a park.&nbsp; The area hosted the stables, and the Vet school, and the Horticulture program with the botanical gardens.&nbsp; There was a rose garden, and an old English bower, and lilacs of every hue from white to deep purple.&nbsp; And there were beds of succulents, like mint and clover and his favorite - catnip.&nbsp; He could sit on the wooden bench near the catnip all day, admiring the great view of the Japanese rock garden across the duck pond.&nbsp; It was a fine place to end his shift.&nbsp; A fine place to sit and relax until he decided what to do with his evening.<br>
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