An Elephant Fly

Beau Dunn, Being Disney RP

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Bake Sale Babe || Open

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“Oh, well that’s a new one. I’ve never saved anyone before!” She chuckled, picking up a few brownies and grouping them together. She knew he wasn’t going to be able to just have one once he took his first bite. “I’m selling them for two bucks, but I can also take whatever you’ve got to offer.”

She had found offering flexibility when it came to paying created many different results. Some people offered her way more than they needed to pay. Others paid way less, but Tiana figured it would all even out at some point. Just part of her wonderful business skills. “Just let me know how many brownies it’s going to take to save ya and that number can be yours!”

This woman had a pretty smile, Beau noticed, and his own mouth curled into a similar grin. 

“Two bucks? You’re underselling yourself, miss.” he fished a few notes out of his pocket and handed them over. It was much more than she was asking for, but Beau knew she would appreciate the extra money. 

“Three, will be just enough, I think. My folks always say three is a number of completeness. I’m Beau, by the way. You new around here?” he chattered. 

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Tiana had way too much time on her hands… and the kitchen of her dreams. Everything in Lottie’s kitchen was state of the art and high tech and Tia had been trying out all of the appliances - baking, braising, steaming, cooking - She spent her days doing all of the culinary adventures and they had started to pile up. There were more cupcakes, brownies and sweets in the house than Tiana, Lottie and Stella knew to do with. Being wasteful wasn’t an option for Tia though…

Considering she was between jobs and had no income coming in at the moment, the most obvious choice was to sell them! She grabbed some plastic wrap and a pretty ribbon and bagged together individual servings that she could sell to anyone willing to buy. Well, if she wasn’t able to get a job or create Tiana’s place in the future, she could could sell sweets on the street for the rest of her life. The thought made Tiana sigh exasperatedly. The bake sale would do for now though…

Tiana figured she’d hit a few neighborhoods. She could set up at Pride University in their courtyard area, over by the town hall, and somewhere by the lake. Hit all of the major locations in town that way she could sell all her treats. 

When she had everything together, Tiana made her way to her first location. She set up the table she’d borrowed, put a lovely table cloth on the table to make things look nice and inviting and put out all her baked goods on the table. With a smile on her face, Tiana tried her best to make not-awkward eye contact with the people that walked by. “I’ve got brownies and cookies!” She attempted to entice people.

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Beau was late. He was never late to work but a little party last night that he’d been talked into turned into a drunken stupor at three a.m. and then not getting home until six in the morning and then stumbling out of bed an hour late for work. 

But the table with the bright lovely cloth caught his attention and he couldn’t help but stop and ogle at the beautiful looking brownies and cookies on the table. Sighing, Beau wandered over and smiled blearily at the young woman behind the table. 

“Brownies? God, what I’d do for a brownie right now. How much, my savior?” he asked, dramatically placing his hand over his heart. 

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It had been an entire week since San had seen the outdoors. The sunlight making her feel tired and lethargic as it hit her eyes and warmed his cold skin. But once out, San decided that she could at least make a little interaction with the world outside. Since naturally, she hated everything about the outside world. Ever since her mother had been taken from her, San was a hateful being. Snarling at whoever crossed her path.

Entering a bar in town, she had chosen a song to sing. Singing meant that everyone needed to simply listen to her instead of talking to her. Which was fine with San. Taking the stage, the drums began to beat in the back and she shrugged her thin shoulders to her. 

“Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?” she began to sing.

As the song ended, San came off the stage. Grabbing her black jacket off the nearest chair where she had left it. Having every intent to leave as soon as she could get out the door, San pulled her dark hair out of the jacket. But then she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. San tensed, not taking lightly to whoever had touched her.

“What,” she snapped, not bothering to turn around.

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Beau was mildly inebriated for the first time in positively ages. He was in a choreography slump and couldn’t seem to get out of it, so he’d left his apartment in a huff and ordered the first drink without even thinking. And then another one after that. And then a third. What a lightweight, he’d thought to himself as he ordered a fourth, the world beginning to grow rosy. 

The girl stepped up onstage and Beau finally tuned back into the world as she sang, eyes growing wide. He jumped to his feet right after, slapping the tip on the table and hurrying after the girl as she left the bar. 

He was a bit taken aback when she snarled at him, but he blinked to clear his vision a little and said, “I just wanted to tell you that you were phenomenal.” He dared a smile, feeling foolish and exposed. 

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Beau at Olympus Gym, taking a break from dancing to do some boxing. {Taken by Pegasus, 2017}

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Spotted! // Elephant Princess

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“Yes, my country’s government was collapsed, and there is a dictator in place,” Elena explained, tone sad but not…so much to bring the mood totally down. Spoken just as the fact it was. “And as you can imagine, it’s not restful. That is why I had to leave.”

“Professor Thatch is a wealth of knowledge, I think he’s worth a try,” Elena said. Actually, maybe Goliath would have some clues on where Beau could look as well. But Elena couldn’t throw his name out there. It would be strange for a literature professor to have leads on feathers that make men fly. She’d ask him herself sometime, then. “My friend…he’s a sorcerer. His grandfather was the most knowledgeable in our country, actually. One of the best in the world, but I’m biased. Mateo would love to help, just. Uh. He and I have to pach things up first.”

If they ever do.

Beau was absolutely rocked to his core, and in his sympathy for this strange girl from a collapsed country, he took a step forward to place a hand on her shoulder. 

“I’m very sorry,” he murmured, eye brows drawn together, pain in his chest. 

“Well, of course let me know if there’s anything I can do to help at all,” Beau offered, giving Ximena a smile. “Anything for your help.” 

He was earnest, open, thankful. 

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Dancing Through Life // Open

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“Oi– woah woah woah woah woah, let’s slow down there, mate.” they said, hands flailing a little, as if they could bloody actually slow down the conversation by shaking up the air around it. Couldn’t do that, though, if they could then back in the days of full-wing-mobility, Peg’s conversations would’ve moved at a snail’s pace.

“Never said I was bloody good at it, just said I’d be game– done get your hopes up or anything. It’s gonna be like mediocre at best, alright. But like, I’ll still do it. S’just gotta stay chill, yeah?”

Beau was practically vibrating with excitement and had to take a deep breath in order to slow himself down. 

“Right, right sorry, but some how I don’t believe you’re just ‘medicore’“ Beau scoffed, shaking his head at Peg. “And chill isn’t in my vocabulary,” Beau replied flippantly. 

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Spotted! // Elephant Princess

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“Oh…” Elena trailed off, smiling down at her feet as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’m from Avalor. A magick kingdom in South America, but I wouldn’t recommend planning a trip soon. There’s a civil war of sorts going on. A dictator sorceress is in power right now.”

Though…she did know someone with a library of books about magic. Someone who wasn’t talking to her right now, but maybe if she told him someone needed his help that wasn’t her, he’d respond.

Hm.

“My best friend, though, might be able to help. Uh…we’re kind of fighting right now, he isn’t speaking to me. But when things cool down -” if they do “-Mateo would love to help. He’s a sorcerer - er, in training - but he’s - he’s really smart!”

“A civil war?!” Beau clapped his hands over his mouth, amazed. Sometimes he felt like big political things like civil wars were so far removed from the world that Beau inhabited, but it took moments like this to literally ground him and he came back to stand. 

“Really? That’d be fantastic! I was thinking about talking to Professor Thatch at Pride U, to see if he’d know anything,” Beau continued. 

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Dancing Through Life // Open

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Oi– you know, they did like this Beau, kid. He was fun, not a bad sport, either. Even when he had to mop the change rooms and Peg laughed about it. Cause it was funny, you know. They had been there too, they had known and lived the shitty jobs, he was just paying his dues. One day they’d both laugh about whatever newbie got stuck doing it right after the zumba rush or something.

Right now though, they waltzed (not literally) across the dance floor, past the students, and towards their coworker, a full grin spread out across their face.

“You’ll have to teach me then, mate–” They prodded, reaching a hand out to actually prod him in the shoulder. “S’been a hot fucking minute since I did lyrical.”

Beau cocked an eyebrow and stood up straighter as their coworker approached them, and stood up a little straighter. They couldn’t help but laugh when Peg actually prodded their fucking shoulder and informed him that they danced. 

“Oh? Well, damn, you coulda said so before, Peg!” Beau exclaimed, turning suddenly genuine. He lowered his voice, waving the students away. 

“You shoulda said something, I’d love to dance with you sometime. I haven’t had a really good partner for a lyrical in forever and goddamn, if you want to, I’d love to. “

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Dancing Through Life // Open

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“Oh?” Mulan exclaimed taking a look at his business card. For a moment they pictured themselves dancing… yeah, what a disaster “Thank you a lot but- I swear I have no talent for this stuff where music is involved” they confessed, scratching the back of their head.

“Oh, and I’m sorry you cannot tap here… b-but I still think you’re very talented.” Mulan offered a smile.

Beau was touched when the person in front of them offered their condolences for his inability to tap here. He tilted his head, chuckling. 

“I believe that anyone can learn to dance, and that even if you’re a bad dancer, it’s still a release. Of course, I can’t convince you to stay and dance.” Beau admitted, grinning. 

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Spotted! // Elephant Princess

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Elena nodded slowly and cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowing at the feather. Interesting. Was it a spell? Or a feather from like, a jaquin or something? Curious.

“That’s interesting,” she said, voice full of wonder. “That’s really cool actually! I’ve seen similar things before, in my country.” Avalor was a country created by and for magicks, after all. “Some people have items that allow them to perform certain magical abilities, though they are mundus otherwise.”

Beau’s eyebrows shot up - there were other people who had magical items? 

“Where are you from? Should I go there and see if anyone knows anything about it? Ximena, I can’t believe that, I’ve never talked to anyone, what someone could tell me where it came from?!” he exclaimed, about ready to jump up and down and scream. 

He lifted a few inches into the air, and giggled. 

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Dancing Through Life // Open

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When Peg didn’t have a class, they usually worked the front desk– wasn’t because of a personal grudge or anything, it was just that they had seniority, and so when it came down to it, Phil actually trusted them to handle semi-important things. Mopping the changing rooms was newbie material, thank you very fucking much.

All of that to say, Peg had been working the front desk pretty much the entire evening. Great load of fun that was– the gym was dead. Save, of course, for the stragglers that were there every night, and the ever popular dance class. Peg could hear the music coming from the dance studio and well, could you really bloody blame them for wanting to get in on the action?

They slipped in through the door some half-way through a number and lingered at the back of the class til everything was said and done, arms crossed over their chest and head bobbing along to the music.

And they weren’t gonna say anything, but Beau really just made it too easy. “Oh, teacher!” They cried, attracting the looks of a couple students, one hand draping itself dramatic across their forehead. “I just don’t know how you do it! Such beauty– such grace!”

Beau thought Peg was the absolutely shit. They always looked so cool and were probably the most senior employee. Beau had done his scraping and bowing and mopping changing rooms, and worked his way up into teaching classes however he pleased. Beau admired Peg’s easy laugh and flair for drama. 

He snorted at the other as they made their scene in the back of the classroom, returning with a dramatic bow. 

“Someday, you too shall learn to do it, my young apprentice,” Beau replied, tossing his head with a smirk. 

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Dancing Through Life // Open

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Since Mulan arrived here, they had been searching for a proper place to train, sometimes they felt like they couldn’t concentrate in the public park with all the people around.

Now, they were unemployed. It wasn’t like they could pay to join a gym properly but still, they didn’t want to miss the chance to visit and get to know the biggest gym in town.

Mulan wandered around, contemplating every room, every space, every machine and so on. What caught their eye was the dancing routine performed at the moment, Mulan sneaked a peek, through the door, suddenly becoming the only audience to such a great team. Mulan was completely amazed by their skill, thinking themselves could never ever do that. The room emptied very quickly and when less expected the trainer was talking to them.

“Me?- Oh no! I was just passing by… What you do is amazing by the way“ they congratulated the boy.

Beau laughed, raising an eyebrow and shifting on his feet. 

“Ah, goodness, thank you. I’m just a beginner, honestly, I’m really a tapper at heart, but Phil would absolutely kill me if I scuffed the studio floor with my taps. I have to go tap at the dance studio,” he explained. 

“My classes are open to anyone who cares to come, my next one is Thursday at 6:30!” Beau invited, turning to the stereo and grabbing a business card for the other. 

“I’m Beau Dunn, that’s my work number if you’re interested in private lessons.” 

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Spotted! // Elephant Princess

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Elena had gone to the lake to think. Alone, just for a half hour or so. When she stood up to turn around and head home, she was startled by a person dropping onto their feet from the sky!

Not dropping. Landing gracefully. And to say she was surprised to be Beau would be an understatement. The surprise was pleasant though, and she smiled wide at him while he pointed a finger at the center of his chest.

“You were just flying,” she said matter-of-factly, accent thick around each syllable. “I saw you, so don’t try to lie, it will just embarrass you.”

Beau blushed bright red, and held his feather close to his chest, unconsciously worried that she might reach out and snatch the charm away from him.

“Ah, yes, well, about that-” he muttered, shuffling his feet, the usually confident persona melting away to reveal insecurity. He wasn’t pleased at being found out, but he was glad it was Ximena, and her warm accent and tone made him relax imperceptibly.

“I can fly? But like it’s not a gift or something I have for myself, it’s this,” he explained, holding up the feather on it’s chain.

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Dancing Through Life // Open

“Alright, let’s do the routine once more! And then we’ll have a quick break,” Beau called across the dance studio at Olympus. He stood at the front near the mirrors, hands on hips, wearing joggers and a tight muscle shirt, hair tied back, almost done with his last class of the day, before private lessons. 

He started the music on his mobile and set it down, counting the class in and doing the routine in front. It was a lyrical piece to his new favorite Hozier song. 

He paused the song after they’d finished out what they had learned and gathered everyone in to congratulate them. 

“Excellent job today everyone, if you wish to practice that one, we’ll keeping adding on to it next week. Thank you all for coming. Same time next week,” and bowed. Scattered clapping and chatter commenced as the attendees walked away. Beau turned to pick up his phone and noticed someone hovering behind. 

“Did you have questions about the routine?” he asked, turning and giving them a smile. 

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Spotted! // Elephant Princess

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Beau loved to fly late in the evening, as the sun went down, which was earlier than usual, due to the winter time change. He loved reveling in the colors, flying high and dancing across the sky, spinning and dipping and diving before pulling up and shooting back into the sky. 

It was freedom. 

From grief, from stress, from loneliness, just Beau and the sky, and a magic feather that was a nagging mystery. He didn’t care to find out quite yet. 

At about seven in the evening, Beau landed gently at the side of the lake, tucking windblown hair behind his ears and looking around to make sure he was alone. He was fairly sure, so he pulled out his feather and checked the clasp and the chain and the way the feather was connected to the chain. All was in order. 

Beau looked up and about died when he found himself face to face with Ximena, the girl from Pixie’s a few months back. 

“Jesus!” Beau exclaimed, jumping. “Sorry, Ximena, you scared me, what are you doing out here?” 

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tea & contemplation | ( open )

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“That’s a very deep poem you’ve got there,” Rapunzel complimented, leaning her elbows on the table. “Are you interested in existentialism? Our place in the world?” Sometimes she thought about it on the quiet days, when she had nothing else to do. It was strangely interesting to her. Though, she had almost thought she might be the only one.

“Absolutely! I want to figure out why I’m here and why everything that’s happened to me, did.” Beau leaned forward, a smile lighting his whole face. He’d always been interested in what was going on around him. Beau didn’t really have a personal belief in God, but his mother had been devoutly Christian. “And yourself?” 

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tea & contemplation | ( open )

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“Sometimes it is,” she agreed, though the other part of her remembered that her aunt was at home, probably grieving that her adopted daughter had run away and never called again. It was all so conflicting for Rapunzel, who sat thinking this over for a second longer than she should have.

“Really?” Her eyes brightened, a small laugh falling off her lips. “I’ve never read that one! I’ll have to look for it!” She would read it just for the sake of discussing it with him. “It really is.”

Beau didn’t even notice her moment of thought, because he was in the middle of returning his grief for his mother to it’s box and shoving it into the corner. He was pleased when she brightened, however, and nodded earnestly. 

“It’s very existential, and very about nature and humanity’s place in it.” he explained, wrapping his fingers around his tea cup and warming them against the porcelain.