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So, the last
So, the last one of these died! So this is a Kingdom Keepers RP! And a KKs page in general.
Name: Sabrina Tiller
Age: 14
Appearance: Very shortly cropped blonde hair about near her mouth. She keeps a braid in on the left of her face. Dark blue eyes, pale pink lips, light freckles, pale skin. Wears a pink shirt, denim vest with a white hood, knee length brown cargo skirt, black lace up boots, purple fingerless gloves.
Personality: She's an orphan. Quiet, observant, stays off on the sidelines, loyal, ready to fight, smart, warm, friendly when you get past her guard.
So who else would like to join?!
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule, age ageless, Disney World
(July 12, 2013 - 8:24 pm)
(July 12, 2013 - 8:24 pm)
TOP! TOP! TOP! TOP! TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP!!!
(August 6, 2013 - 8:53 pm)
@ Melody:
Have you won any chapter or fanfic challenges on the Kingdom Keepers insider? Cause I haven't, and I don't know what or how to write for it, and I'm about at my wit's end! (can you tell I lack self confidence?) But anyways, writing suggestions?
(August 6, 2013 - 9:00 pm)
Why do these always die?
(August 13, 2013 - 8:22 pm)
Melody, did you win a Kingdom Keeper Fanfic challenge?
(August 14, 2013 - 3:56 pm)
Nope. Thought I did but I guess not. I need to write a fanfic for the next challenge. I've had spotty wifi connection for a while so I've been a little behind on Keeper business.
I'll write a new post from Lucky's POV.
(August 19, 2013 - 8:45 pm)
Lucky~
They were trying to make me wear pink. My whole fashion philosophy was based on avoiding pink like the plague. You can imagine just how much I was resisting. "We're trying to get you two to look like all-American princesses. So if you'd just get in this miniskirt, we'll be all set," Kassandra, my 'personal stylist' said. The miniskirt in question was a sickly shade of Pepto-Bismol pink.
"I think I'm allergic to this fabric," I replied from the dressing room.
"It's denim. Just like the jeans you wore in here," Kassandra remarked smugly.
I put on the skirt, which clashed nicely with the striped pink and white Minnie Mouse shirt I was supposed to wear. She at least let me keep my Chuck Taylors on. She said they 'brought my hair and clothing together in one package' so I looked like 'one of the Disney Fairies'. I thought I looked like cotton candy, the one thing I'm actually allergic to.
Kassandra ushered me to the green screen where I'd be filming my lines about Disney World. She was looking at me the whole time like I could bolt at any time. I wanted to scream at her that I wasn't a scared rabbit. I needed this money. That's all that was keeping me from fulfilling Kassandra's wish.
Another guy with a clipboard was standing just outside the entrance to the soundstage. How many clipboards did this place have? This guy was obviously different from the guy I had met earlier, but he looked almost the same. I was about to poke him when Kassandra finished talking to him and brought me into the soundstage, ready to meet up with that Sabrina girl again so I could film my lines and get out of here.
(August 19, 2013 - 8:58 pm)
Melody Melody Melody Melody! Please tell me Dillard doesn't die and STAY dead! Seriously?!
(August 20, 2013 - 2:53 pm)
I hope not. :/ I hate the end of the last book because Dillard reminds me of my little brother and just no. I need Ridley Pearson to tell me he's alive. Have you read the first few chapters of KKIV yet? Maybe he's alive in there.
(August 21, 2013 - 2:31 pm)
Sabrina ~
I looked at Lucky, who was evidenlty as miserable as I was. Though I was grateful for the outfit my stylist had given me, as apposed to the pink explosion Lucky's had put her in. I was put on stage first. It was a lot simpler than I thought, though I kept tripping over the wires attached to every joint on my body, and the lights beating down quickly made me hot and uncomfortable. I had to stand, wave, smile, walk, and a bunch of other ridiculous basic movements. They also recorded speaking parts, a bunch of phrases like;
"Hi! Welcome to Disney World, the most magical place on earth!" or "And here we have.." pointing to whatever I would be indicating at the time. I had to say this all in a ridiculously perky voice. I wanted to scream. To go off script. To crack a joke, or something. Anything. Just when I thought I really would snap, the guy with the clipboard, who by the way, had never bothered to mention his name, walked up, skimming over his notes.
"Great. That's good for now. Katarina, you're up."
For now, I thought, groaning inwardly. This was going to be a long day.
(August 20, 2013 - 3:57 pm)
Lucky~
I might just end up saying some of my lines in German or slip in some swears, just to liven it up a little. Because this is seriously the most dull thing I've ever had to live through. Sabrina seems to be loving it about as much as I am.
I put my voice in perky tour guide mode. "Welcome to Disney World, a magical place where dreams come true. To our left, you can see Cinderella Castle, the icon of the Magic Kingdom..." I switch my voice back, "Can I slip in some lines in Cinderella's voice there?"
"What do you mean?" the director asks. I sing the first few lines of "So This is Love" in a perfect imitation of Cinderella's voice.
"That's pretty good, but no," the director tells me, "It would be a little weird for the tour guide to suddenly turn into Cinderella. When you get older, though, you should look into being a character."
I grumble. Back to acting perky. When I'm done, Sabrina and I are allowed a snack. Kassandra helps me take the wires I've been wearing off. I immediately make a mad dash for the freezer full of Mickey-eared ice cream bars. The food here is the best I've ever eaten.
(August 21, 2013 - 2:41 pm)
Sabrina ~
We suffered through another two hours of walking, posing, and reciting lines. I felt like a puppet on a string. Finally, the director shouted,
"That's a wrap!" And we were done. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Great kids," the nameless clipboard guy says, still skimming over the papers attached to the clipboard. Seriously, didnt' these people ever stop reading or carrying those?
"Now we just have to talk to your parents and we'll be good to go."
"I don't have any," Lucky and I said in unison, making us look at each other.
"Well then, your legal guardians," clipboard guy continued. At that moment, what I assumed were Lucky's grandparents and Mrs. Huddment being led by yet someone else with a clipboard. All three were alive and animated. The magic of Disney, I guess, cause I've never seen Mrs. Huddment so... alive before. Most of the time she struck me as the living dead. Lucky and I lounged back, enjoying more free ice ceam, while the adults signed forms and all the other fun legal stuff.
I sighed. "If I ever see a clipboard again, I'm gonna scream," I said, winning a smile from Lucky.
"So, you go to Middleton High, right?" She asked. I nodded. "So I guess I'll see you around."
Again, I nodded. "I guess so." I hated the way that sounded. I wasn't a good conversationalist. I was more used to just being by myself. Thankfully, Mrs. Huddment waved at to come.
"See you around," I said as I strode away. I didn't realize then just how much we would get to know each other.
(August 22, 2013 - 4:09 pm)
Lucky~
That same night was the nights the dreams started. I dreamt I was in Disney World. Although, it didn't feel like a dream. It felt like I woke up there. I could wander around to my heart's content, though none of the rides were operating. The whole time, I felt like I was being watched. Maybe the light on above the firehouse was connected to that; I wasn't sure at the time.
Every night, I woke up a few hours after falling asleep. Every night, I would walk to the window. Every night, a moon faced me; this moon looked exactly as it did in my dream. Even the clouds surrounding it had the same placement.
(August 22, 2013 - 7:45 pm)
Sabrina ~
I blinked my eyes open and stared at the ceiling. I was seriously getting sick of these dreams. Every single night, I woke up in what appeared to be Disney World. I hated it. It was dark, vacant, not a single soul around, yet I always felt I was being watched. I blamed it off on multiple things, Disney being on my mind, stressing about being a DHI, jealousy the other girls got to go whenever, blah blah blah. Yet two weeks after the recording, these theories started making less and less sense. For one, I really didn't care that the other girls got to go, and there really wasn't a reason to stress anymore now that the acting was done. This morning, the dream had felt more real than ever. I had felt like I was literally walking past Cinderella Castle. And that strange light above the firestation really weirded me out. I climbed out of bed, through on my customary black jeans, combat boots, violet tshirt, and denim vest, threw the hood up, and trudged downstairs.
I despised school. It wasn't that it was hard, I actually liked learning. It was the whole social clique thing. Who had the cutest clothes, who's more popular, whatever. I trudged to my locker, pulling it open. Naturally, two thirds of the stuff fell out. I groaned and knelt down to pick it up.
"Need a hand?" A familiar voice said. I looked up. Lucky knelt down, and started piling books, helping me replace them in the locker. She glanced at the door, and pointed at a poster.
"Top Gear?" She asked. I grinned, which was often. I didn't know a whole lot about cars, but I'd grown to like the topic thanks to Top Gear.
"Hey, can I talk to you, at lunch?" She asked, her tone growing serious. This surprised me a little, but I replied, "Um, sure."
"Great, see you then." She said, and hurried off toward class. I blinked, wondering what she could be talking about. Then I remembered my dreams, and a shiver went down my back. I somehow felt that this might be related.
(August 23, 2013 - 8:48 pm)
Lucky~
I stab the straw through the foil on the top of my juice box and then sip it. Sabrina is starting to eat her lunch, politely waiting for me to say something.
"I normally don't like socializing because it means I actually have to talk to people," I say, "I'm an introvert. Plus, people scare me. But I kind of like you, and we both have something in common, the whole DHI thing."
She nods and eats her lo mein. I swear, this school has the best hot lunch.
Finally, I cut to the chase. "Have you been having the dream? I've been waking up in Disney World every night. I thought I caught a glimpse of you there last night, and well... I thought it was connected to being a DHI."
Her eyes widen. "You've been there too? When it's all dark and eerie?"
"You are having the same dream as me! If it's even a dream. Sometimes, I seriously think we're there. Like, I fell trying to cross the brisge to Adventureland last night and skinned my knee pretty bad," I sip more of the juice box, "It's part of my lack of luck, falling like that. Anyway, when I woke up I was bleeding and I had this really ugly gash."
She considers what I'm saying, which I appreciate, because I honestly sound insane. "I have woken up with bruises after walking into something, but I just thought I was sleeping funny."
We eat more of our Chinese food in silence. I suppose I could have cut my leg on something while I slept. What would I have cut it on, though?
"Do you feel like you're being watched?" she finally asks in a whisper. I look around.
"Right now? No."
"No, like... there."
"Oh, yeah. And the light in the firehouse really creeps me out."
"Same." We fall back into silence, before I get an idea.
"What if someone's up there?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" she replies.
"Well, isn't there an apartment in the firehouse? I bet the light means whoever lives there is awake."
"Yeah. Maybe they know something!" she exclaims, then realizes how loud she's getting, and drops back down to a whisper, "We should go there tonight."
"But didn't we both agree it was creepy?"
"It's Disney. They wouldn't let someone live there unless they were important," she remarks. I get up and throw my tray away, waving at my grandmother in the kitchen. She's part of the reason why we have such good food. She used to be a chef in a big retaurant before she retired. When the house burned down, she got this job. The pay isn't as good as a fancy restaurant's, but it's all she could get and I appreciate what she did to the food. I've heard horror stories from kids who were here before she took over the kitchen that I can't even repeat without wanting to throw up.
"Who were you waving at?" Sabrina asks me.
"My Grandma's the head lunch lady," I replied. She waved at my grandma too. Grandma waved back with a crazily enthusiastic look. I'm sure it was a "Oh my goodness, my little Lucky has friends" look.
"Go to sleep right before ten tonight. I'll meet you in front of Cinderella Castle so we can finally get some answers," I tell Sabrina just as the bell rings for fifth period.
(August 25, 2013 - 7:29 pm)
Sabrina ~
I was ready to cry for joy when Lucky told me she'd dreamed the same things as me. I was about at the point where I figured I was either crazy, or it was all real. But Lucky having the same experience and waking up with a cut she got there just confirmed it all for me. I was now a believer. I mean, heck, I was already know for believing in jackelopes and fairies, why not the magic of Disney?
On our way out, I noticed Lucky waving to someone.
"Who are you waving to?" I asked, curious.
"My Grandma's the head lunch lady," Lucky replied. I waved at the smiling older woman too, and smiled at her enthusiastic return. I wondered what it was like to have someone like that. Or someone at all. I shoved away the self pity, and followed Lucky out of the lunch room.
That night, I made sure to go to bed at nine, to ensure I was asleep by ten. This didn't surprise anyone, since my sleeping schedule was pretty erratic. For weeks I wouldn't go to sleep till 3 am. Then for two weeks before that, I was going to bed at eight. Plus, no one overly cared.
I placed my earbuds in. Music was about the one thing on earth that calmed me, besides chocolate. Go figure.
I listened to Aselin Debison's Driftwood, Carly Simon's With a Few Good Friends, and finally, I lulled to sleep on the Cinderella version of A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes. I don't know why, but this song always comforted me.
My dreams were something of a blur, like a movie on fast forward. Images of memories flew by. My older brother and I playing out back in my old house, my mom and I on a mother-daughter outing. My dad and I at a father-daughter sock hop. The whole family on a trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains. The pictures started to fade away.
"No!" I wanted to shout. I suddenly woke up kicking and screaming, lying on the ground in front of Cinderella Castle. I blinked and sat up. I was still in my customary pajamas of navy blue sport shorts and a white tank top. I had gone to bed wearing my lavender and silver sneakers, and sure enough, I was wearing them. I looked around, then down at my watch. 9:47. Lucky hadn't arrived yet. I sat down on the steps leading up to the stage, waiting, though I didn't have to wait long. Lucky suddenly appeared, lying on the ground. She blinked her eyes open and sat up.
"Great, right on time," I said walking over. She stood up, brushing herself off. I took a deep breath.
"Ready?" I asked. She nodded, and we started off.
(August 26, 2013 - 7:45 pm)