are you scared to death to live

moon was writing notes into a patient's chart when he heard the other. he stops, turning to her. "yes. i'm moon hawkins, jim hawkin's son. why? do you know him?" he looked at the other, intrigued to know why she's asking. he looks at her chart, seeing her name. "if there's a problem me treating you i can get a different nurse."

Jessie's eyes widened a little bit at the name "Moon" too, even more so with the realization that this was the closest she'd even been to a member of the legend Hawkins family. Why to say? Should she say anything?

october looks at the other, nodding. "yhey do, if they're comfortable with that. it just depends. are you wanting to audition? i am always so happy to hold auditions. there's other roles you can play as well. costume, set design, the list goes on and on honestly."

Demi thought about the question for a moment, still hesitant and unsure what the "show" they were putting on even was, "I'm kind of up for anything, I just wandered in because I heard music playing," They'd seen the advertisements around town too - big spectacle shows with dancers and singers, "I don't know if I'm a great singer, but if you need help lifting heavy stuff... Could be up my alley."

LOCATION: the docks verging on auradon bay EVENT: blood tide STATUS: open

Demi was usually trying to avoid any view of the Isle whenever they walked home from class. Even if it was miles away, they could vaguely feel their father's eyes watching from afar still. And the spooky red water creeping up the beaches didn't make Demi feel much safer - almost like a calling card from someone wanting to make things worse for the new VKs in town.

Red sets her phone down with deliberate grace, eyes glinting like ruby blades beneath her lashes. A smirk curls at the edge of her pouts — all judgment and jest.

Okay, sure, Demi was used to being treated like a pretty attractive person. Being in the Legume family, it practically came with the name that people would be winking and blowing kisses as you walked down the street. Funnily enough, Demi had always felt like the ugly duckling of the family, awkwardly tall and pressured to live up to the standards of a firstborn son.

Mal stops dead in the middle of the cobblestone path, hands on her hips, sketchbook under one arm and a cursed pen slowly levitating behind her. Her boots — fashionable but absolutely not campus-hike-approved — scuff the ground with theatrical exhaustion.

Demi had always felt a bit wary around Mal. Obviously her mom was a few tiers above Gaston in terms of villainy, but even besides that, she was the type of needlessly vengeful VK that made living on the Isle more difficult. And yet, Demi was turning over a new leaf in Auradon, learning things they never would've been able to. They should give some benefit of doubt to Mal... to an extent.

hayden clenched their jaw as she looked at jessie with eyes narrowed, trying to think of a retort before they stopped, hearing the words that she was saying. " yeah right. we may have been friends on the isle, but that was out of a need to survive. it didn't come from a place of actually caring about one another, " she said quickly, brushing off the idea that somebody actually cared about her.

On one hand, maybe Hayden was right. The need to survive was a strong force on the Isle, and Jessie had grown very used to a life of loneliness after her dad turned to drinking. She'd hardly shared anything vulnerable or sensitive with Hayden, or anyone else.

Leland wanted to remark that being born to a pirate and being a pirate were two different paths, but he kept it to himself. He had learned early on not to get too close to the subject of her father, who was all pirate.

Jessie's eyes thinned a little, peering at Leland's awkward way of shifting the conversation. It wasn't like a VK to shy away from confronting a disagreement, but maybe they were both turning over a new leaf in Auradon.

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"Yeah no, that makes sense. I don't get this at all," Jessie closed her eyes and tried to pace herself - getting frustrated would only make this harder. Who new a required liberal arts elective would be such a pain? All the homework was unlike anything she'd ever seen - stuff like talking about their feelings and stretching their "creative muscles". How was someone supposed to get an A+ in the class when they were only being evaluated on subjective experience?

Anthony did consider himself above most common borns on the Isle. He never blamed others for being born into their lower status, but he upheld himself to the status he should have had the privilege of experiencing. The beast king had robbed him of that and he would never forgive him. The murderers, the thieves, and the power hungry fools that made the generation of villains before him, he never considered his mother on their level. She was a lovesick fool and nothing more. That fact lifted his chin above the non-royals of the Isle.

Almost instantly, Jessie regretted even starting a conversation with the Tremaine boy. She could've easily been a hundred feet tall and it would still feel like Anthony would be able to look down on her. In another life, maybe they would've bonded over their unfairly banished "villain" parents - but instead, the scowl on Anthony's face only made Jessie's nails dig into her palm painfully

arrow glares at jessie. "i would never purposely slam my bass against anything. not after the first time." he sighs. "i did however drop it, but i won't tell you how. just tell me how you can fix it. i don't want to buy another one." he had tripped over a wire and fell, causing the bass to hit the ground. but he would never admit to that.

Jessie hummed to herself, thinking about a few rowdy nights with the band that might've ruined an instrument or two back in the day. But hey, if it kept work coming in for his business fixing things, she didn't care what they did.

" are you ? because surely you're not trying to be one of those prissy pink princesses ? " hayden was hardcore judging their old friend, the idea of going soft made her gag just a little. " they don't care about us. none of these people do. they're just -- ugh this place is so frustrating!! " they exclaimed, throwing their hands up in exhasperation.

Jessie's fingers an arms flexed instinctively, feeling the argument getting gradually more tense. They knew each other too well to speak like this - each coming up with an occasional barb that cut just a tad too deep.