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âYou do care. You care so much itâs eating you away. You hate the fact that you care so much but itâs the only thing you know how to do but you constantly lie to yourself just so you can get through the day.â
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starhelmedâ:
     FLUSTERED HEAD SHAKE taken aback, once more, she furiously tried to play down. modesty one might call it. it wouldnât be good if everyone was like her, melody thought, not at all. ( of course , melody realises thatâs not entirely what imogen meant, but it didnât stop her easily overwhelmed mind from excessive imagination. )
â thatâs perhaps the only trait theyâd want from me. â melody replied, reactionary pulling her left leg behind her right to the fourth ballet position , to hide the mechanical contraption behind her own flesh and blood.   â auradonâs not really ⌠that bad â some people are a bit much, but my parents have this inn overlooking the sea on a cliff âŚÂ itâs nice.  are you at least liking it here, besides the whole â yâknow ? â
âDonât sell yourself short,â Imogen said. She would never admit it out loud, but a part of her was jealous of the AKs, not because of their prosperities, but their personalities. They were raised to be bright, and charismatic, and lovable, and charming. (Of course, many of them were annoying, but that didnât erase all of their other traits.) Sometimes, she wanted that kind of sparkle for herself. âItâs nice,â Imogen said. âIâve never seen streets so clean before. And trees! We donât exactly have green trees back on the Isle.â
nightncirâ:
     CELESTIA HATED FEELING indebted to people, but she did to ben to a certain extent, if only because it wasnât his fault that they were over there in the first place. that was the older generationâs crime. why had it taken one of their children to finally give them what they deserved ?? â please, as if death would ever stop you. â it hadnât stopped most of the dead people she knew, anyway. â because they were all in positions of power and people were already scared enough of our parents as it was. iâm sure it wasnât that difficult. â
Imogen laughed. âWell, youâre not wrong. I bet someone will necromance me up to finish the job, or Iâll just haunt the royals forever,â she said. Despite wanting to try the whole âbeing goodâ thing since being in Auradon, she couldnât deny that spending her life after death torturing people who were responsible for her suffering would be a good way to go. Everyone had their flaws, after all. âAll those royals and world leaders, and not one with a backbone or an ounce of compassion, huh?â
nightncirâ:
     DESPITE BEING TOLD the other wasnât going to hold it against her, she still felt bad, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she tried to think of what to do next. â we could â we could always go wash it off !! or iâll wash it for you !! itâs the type of paint that washes off really easily, i promise !! â her own clothes were proof of that. theyâd been covered in paint and subsequently washed so many times, she was sure if those clothes could talk theyâd yell at her. â but !! i think yellow is also a really pretty colour for you !! â she said with a smile.
Imogen looked at her shirt. The paint didnât seem to be drying too quickly. Maybe if sheâd get it under some running water fast enough, her shirt could be salvaged. âItâs alright, kid. I think I know how to wash a shirt,â she said. The kid in front of her seemed so earnest about fixing things. It was a stark departure from how people were on the isle. âIâm glad you think that, but I donât think yellowâs ever really been my thing.â She gestured at her workout outfit, all blacks and greys.
gionamimâ:
âYou donât ask for handouts, but youâll take my hard-earned money, okay, I see how it is. Do you know how hard it is to get people to see you when youâre trying to give out stuff? I havenât caught someoneâs eye in thirty minutes!â
Giona tightened the baseball cap around her head, spinning it so it was backwards. âListen, youâre not scaring anyone. How âbout I keep my money, and you get out of my hair anyway? Itâs almost four, youâll be late for tea with the queen. Shoo.âÂ
She threw another pamphlet, this time harder and aiming straight for their face.Â
âYeah, I donât consider it a handout if all of your money you got because of a scam,â Imogen said, putting emphasis on the last word. She had seen the information booth a few blocks back and put the pieces together.
If this were the Isle, Imogen would have likely pulled some sort of weapon. Instead, she just dug her hand her pocket and looked for a weapon that wasnât there. The emptiness reminded her that she was supposed to be doing good now, that picking fights and trying to scam a scammer might not be the best way to go about things. God, she really was going soft. âLook, just stop trying to sell these pamphlets okay?â Imogen asked.
She would have likely left quietly if another pamphlet had not hit her in the face. It was personal, now. âIâm not gonna ask you again.âÂ

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âIâd cry, if only I had the time to do it.â
â Kathyrn Stockett, The Help (via books-n-quotes)
gionamimâ:
âOoh, Mother Gothel, what are you gonna do ? Kidnap me for my hair ?â A voice in her head, sounding eerily like her motherâs, told her to fight and for once she actually wanted to listen. But so far, she still had to get used to her magic, and she still had to find her friends. Wherever the hell they were. So she was alone. Â
âWhy donât you lick your royal friendsâ boots some more, maybe theyâll get you a new jacket.â Giona tossed one pamphlet at the girl, either to hit her face or to make the girl catch it or just to plain annoy her.Â
Imogen scoffed. She knew that it was arrogant to think like that, but did this VK seriously not know who she was? Gothelâs girl, the kid who grew up with a knife in her hand and nothing in her stomach? The girl who came of age trying to learn how to make poisons and smoke bombs out of nothing?
âI donât ask for handouts. Not here, anyways,â Imogen said. A part of her knew that continuing this conversation was futile, after the other VK threw a pamphlet at her. However, the dark side of her, the survival instinct that would never go away, told her to push further. Push for the money, because you never know when youâll need it. Push for the jacket, because you donât know what will happen when winter comes and youâre cold and alone. âJust give me the money and Iâll get out of your hair.â
tamumoyoniâ:Â
And that was when Tamu had to frown a little. That word âreignâ. âKings are outdated. I think Iâd believe in him a little more if heâd been chosen by the people, and not just have the crown passed on because heâs the son. Will he really change Auradon? Who knows. Tune in next week, when something else gets stolen from the museum. Just donât ⌠put all your eggs in one basket, Imogen. âÂ
Imogen noticed Tamuâs crown. âI agree one-hundred percent. I think Benâs great, but I donât want to imagine what Auradon would be like if he wasnât,â she said. She shrugged. âI donât know. I wish things could be different, but I donât think it can be in our lifetime, so Iâm hoping that maybe heâll steer us down the right path, or maybe one of us can steer him down the right path.â She knew that Tamu was right, but her pride prevented her from saying it.
gionamimâ:
âWell, good morning to you too ââ Giona cut herself off, the bright, salesman grin dropping as soon as the hand was outstretched. âIâm sorry, who are you? Get your own job, leech.â She closed her jacket around her, the beltbag of her money ( just $60 so far ) strapped around her chest, hidden under the jersey.
âIâm Mother Gothelâs fucking daughter, and Iâm not asking you again,â Imogen said with a smirk. Usually, she wouldnât use that heinous hagâs name, but Gothel had a reputation, and Imogen hoped the VK standing in front of her would know how to back off. Despite how soft Auradon had started to make her, she still had her scars, her parentage, and her fire. âI need a new jacket, and you need someone not to rat you out to one of her royal friends. I think we can make a deal.â

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Ever since the whole museum ordeal, Imogen had been stepping on eggshells around and nearly avoiding most of the royals she knew, especially the ones that she wasnât particularly close with. One of these royals was Ophelia, whose family Imogen was especially scared of getting on the wrong side of, thanks to the whole âmy adoptive mom imprisoned your mom in a towerâ thing. Spotting Ophelia in cafĂŠ that she was already in, Imogen walked over and sat at the princessâs table.
âHereâs a peace offering,â Imogen said, putting down a cookie. âIn case, you kind of hate me after the whole thing.â
eirandelleâ:
        EMBARRASSMENT IN BLUE EYES / genuine remorse hidden behind the usually collected exterior. they began to rub their own hands together, as discreetly as they could, behind their own back - ; an attempt to downplay what the other witnessed.
           â no, no â â  eira muttered, trying to hold a hand out to placate the stranger, â itâs nothing you should be sorry for, itâs just â â a second pause as she continued to try and collect herself to a presentable level  â â thereâs a lot going on right now. you shouldnât of had to seen that âŚâ
Imogen softened her stance when she saw the remorse and anxiousness in the otherâs eyes. There was no malice behind the magic, and maybe Imogen could get behind that. âItâs okay,â she said. âD-do you want to talk about it?â Imogen wasnât the best person to come to for any sort of emotional situation, but she didnât know what else to say.
latespriingsâ:
    she makes a face at the mention of  REMEDIAL GOODNESS,  probably the new  bane  of her existence â  or at least her friday mornings.  she was more than happy to start her school day at noon every day, but her remedial goodness class every friday just  had to ruin it.    â   PLEASE,  my powers donât  need a spellbook.   â   she does, however, leave out the part where her powers  still havenât showed up, despite her being in auradon for a good couple of days now.
âIf youâre so powerful, can you make it so that we donât have to go to Remedial Goodness anymore?â Imogen asked, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. If there was anyone that she could be jealous of, it was Lina. Lina, and her parents who loved each other. Lina, and her magical powers and magical bloodline. Imogen had grown up with no power of her own, knowing that she was the daughter of some dead petty criminals and the adopted ward of Mother Gothel. Imogen hated how jealous she was of Lina and her somehow perfect Isle life.
tamumoyoniâ:
âOoh, Iâm terrified. Positively shaking at the idea of my wishes coming true,â he played along, clearly more joking than serious. Wishes were for children â or, just for people who could afford to believe in them. Tamuâs eyebrows rose slowly, nodding as she spoke â while he was past believing in some sort of perfect goodness, he remembered the feeling well. âThen either His Highness is a true diamond among us lowly coal, or heâs the best liar of our generation. He will mess up, one of these days. Iâll be sorry for him when he does,â he said with a short shrug.
Imogen chuckled at Tamuâs joke. Of course, it wasnât as if all of the VKs wanted to rain chaos upon Auradon, but she couldnât help but get the feeling, both from her own intuition and from the otherâs statement, that VKs getting everything they wanted wouldnât be the best for Auradon. There needed to be a balance. âFor our sake and for his sake, I hope he doesnât,â she said, her voice a bit sad. âI hope heâs just a great king, through and through, until the end of his reign.â
nightncirâ:
      â THEY DO, BUT i doubt theyâre going to give it to us. they wouldnât have even let us over here if ben hadnât said anything. we wouldâve been held captive over there our entire lives and rotted away. i donât think weâre getting that apology anytime soon. â even though they deserved it. â the way we lived on the isle had to be breaking some human rights violations. â
Imogen sighed at Benâs name. It felt strange, knowing that her future was all the result of one person. It felt like she owed him (and by extension, all of Auradon) something, and she didnât even like owing people simple favors back on the Isle. It made her feel a bit powerless. âWell, before I die, Iâm gonna make sure that we get it, no matter what it takes.â That was as close to a promise that Imogen had ever made. âIâm sure it did. Itâs a fucking wonder how they all just got away with it for so long.â

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     â I MEAN , other than the fact that it seems like a set-up ?? Not really. â He shook his head , leg bouncing anxiously up and down before he found himself caving to fish out his poppy seed cigs. An ignited fingertip lit the end , a shrug to accompany it. â Iâm not the biggest theory person out here ; just been trying to avoid making ASSUMPTIONS about this whole thing like the fucking plague. Think itâs turning more into gossip than an actual crisis at this point. â
âA set up?â Imogen asked, raising an eyebrow. She tried to ignore the scent of smoke coming from the otherâs cigarette and decided not to press the other on the whole ignited fingertip thing. She had a certain distaste for magic and a substantial dislike for cigarettes, but there were more pressing things at hand. âI agree. At this point I barely know whatâs fact and whatâs hearsay.â