Saved by a flying wild man in a loincloth!

"Oh! I did not see you there! Oh, well, hello there, my name is Jane Porter. Just plain old Jane, if you should want to address at any time, I'm afraid there is nothing overly special about me, but I am certainly far from falling into the category of being boring; perish the thought!" "I am not very good with introductions and tend to ramble, which I apologise immensely for, but regardless I do hope you are not put off by that and come and talk to me. I promise I am very approachable!" "I do wish you a swell day and God bless, dears!" { Three years Pre-Movie, Seventeen year old portrayal of Jane Porter from Disney's 'Tarzan' } { Tracking the Tag: daddytheystolemyboot } { Proud Memeber of Disney Writers Roleplay! }

beautiful coat

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Afternoon dress

1885-90

The Met

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Game of Thrones Icons - House Tyrell

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SEND ME A ✍ AND I’LL INTRODUCE YOU TO A MUSE THAT I'D LIKE TO RP AS.

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31 DAYS OF DISNEY CHALLENGE

Day 6: Favorite Heroine

I know I posted one today already, but eh, what the hell lol So this took me a while of looking through the movies list to figure out who to pick, and then when I came across “Tarzan,” I immediately thought “that’s it!” Jane Porter is a very loveable girl. She sincerely cares about what she is doing, and not just trying to educate people on animals, trying to help Tarzan understand the world beyond what he knows. To her, animals aren’t just creatures without feelings. She talks to them, teases them, and treats them with respect. And I think that is what is so endearing about her.

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Extremely gorgeous dark Victorian dresses

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Mudie’s Lending Library

"When Mudie recognized an increasing public demand for long novels, he demanded that publishers break those stories into separate volumes, which enabled him to speed up his turnover and fulfill the demands of more of his subscribers. In this way, Mudie invented the "Victorian three-decker." He profoundly influenced the way many of the most influential novelists of all time structured, plotted, and paced their stories."

from Monte Reel’s Between Man and Beast

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Lately, I’ve taken an interest in John Atkinson Grimshaw’s artwork. The attention to detail is just beyond amazing, and his paintings always have a sense of calm livelihood. I’d like to be able to have his skills one day.

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Margaery Tyrell

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"I don’t know who would be impressed by that enough to pay for it, but he could make it a bet.  Who can say it the fastest, sort of thing.  My friends used to make bets all the time, on races or sparring with wooden swords.  It was always fun."

"…That would be insanely impressive.  What if you never meet him again though?  You’ll never get to prove to him that there are harder things to memorize."

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"You'd be surprised. If he tried his luck as a street performer of sorts and chose the right people to show off too... Oh, did you now? Oh that sounds lovely! My friends and I never betted, as it is against my religion to do such things, but we usually played hide and seek in the backfields  and hopscotch, skipping, things of that nature... Actually we managed to combine hopscotch and skipping, at first it ended with tripping, bruises and scrapes but we got the hang of it eventually!"

"... Drat. Then again, I'd probably only make him determined to achieve the ability to memorise that perfectly, and he could show off even more so."

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"Oh, my! Do not move an inch!" || Jane and Buddy

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Buddy was, for a lack of better words, an extremely cocky and pompous man. He suffered from the common stereotype of any rich and powerful person - boasting about his wealth, always mentioning the fact of just how influential he was on the world. It was a trait that, despite trying to be “good and humble” Buddy could never quite shake off. Not that being confident in your earnings was a bad thing. But adding the fact that he also boasted about getting away with over twenty murders? Probably not the best thing to brag about to the public…

Yet, what did he care? It was what he was known for, wasn’t it? That tiny little detail was what made people flock to him, take pictures with him, worship him. He was the man who, not only created and operated a multi-billion dollar weapons company, but he was the only person in the existence of the world who had singlehandedly brought down numerous Superheroes simply by the use of his own gadgets and gizmos - and gotten away with it. How could he not brag about that? Sure, the NSA didn’t like it all too much. But what could they do? Send him to jail for boasting about his achievements? 

Of course, when the young artist beside him took note that his name sounded familiar, that prideful smile of his plastered itself on his face, a chuckle escaping his throat. “Well, I hope it sounds familiar,” he beamed, always enjoying the fact that his name was world renowned. “I’m the founder and CEO of a company called SyndroCorp. We specialize in technological weaponry,” he explained. “If anything, you probably know me from my story. Involves some Superheroes, some legal battles. That whole thing,” he waved a dismissive hand, as if it were no big deal. “I used to go by Syndrome, if that rings any bells,” he nodded, cracking his knuckles before leaning back on the bench.

Then, to his dislike, the topic of conversation quickly switched over to the girl he sat beside, his hands clenching as he did his best not to roll his eyes. Really, he could care less about the lives of others. He didn’t want to hear their backstory or learn about what they were doing, what their goals were, if they had a family. If that sort of information didn’t benefit him in the long run, than he didn’t care about it. So what that her mother left her? Both of his parents had died by the time he was ten years old. Did you hear him complaining about that? Of course not. It was petty and stupid and did nothing for his reputation.

But, he continued to play nice for the girl, nodding his head when he was supposed to, speaking out a subtle “Oh, I’m sorry” whenever he felt it was appropriate. He supposed he knew what it felt like to lose a parent, so he did his best to bring that caring emotion out, doing everything he could to convince the girl that he actually cared. “Well, at least you found something you love to do because of it, right?” he asked her, giving a small nod. “And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to learn. I actually admire that, so congrats to you.”

Just as quickly as it had shifted to her, the conversation was thrown back at him, smile widening all the more. Buddy did love talking about himself. “I wouldn’t really call it ‘art’,” he shrugged, “but I have to draw up blueprints for new technologies and whatnot. I couldn’t sketch you a masterpiece by any means, but I can draw better than the average person, I guess you could say.”

He grinned, looking over at her. “For the record, I’m not going to scold someone who actually works to achieve a talent. You did that. Not like it was just handed to you on a silver platter… Erm… Sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name?”

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"SyndrCorp?" Jane echoed, the words foreign to her lips. "Ah, well, I might have heard of the company somewhere but don't think I can say it's overly known to me. I believe I can take that to mean your company doesn't do much business with England?" Jane inquired, mostly out of politeness, finding her work a bit more interesting than the upkeep of a conversation-which could be thought of as politely pointless, as both parties had a good chance of forgetting, maybe-alright, most likely- the younger half remembering longer than the elder. "Or does the public not get informed of business that you do take part in with my country?"

She turned her head, shrugging at him as he spoke. "Oh, well, I'm afraid i must let you down Mister Pine, but I believe I only know of your name the occasional mention it by influentials at functions," She admittedly, deciding it would be kinder to be honest, and lying would just make her look silly wouldn't it? Although, to be honest, she did feel a bit bad she didn't know who this obviously well known man was-as he hadn't gotten that ego from being the paper boy of the company, had he now? "I do, however recall someone called Syndrome, but I avoided discovering who he was, as I felt reluctant to ruin the mystery that he, amongst many superheroes, was. So, it's nice to meet the man himself, but I wish I was still in the dark on that matter you understand?"

As she started to put more detail into the body, her feeling bad about not knowing Mister Pine lessened as he went on with 'I'm sorry"'s that made him sound insincere and, not to mention, like a broken record, but she kept quiet about it, giving him the benefit of the doubt, pinning it to her rambling about her past, which a stranger should have to find interesting in the first place. "Mhmm," She replied stiffly, foot swaying to a rhythm she had in her mind. "Thank you for taking an interest."

"Really? That's interesting, Mister Pine, would you say drawing up blueprints differ from an artists drawing? Not that I'm inferring that a blueprint cannot be considered a work of art, of course, but I'm assuming I got my point across."

Almost done... With a quarter of the body... But still! Jane smiled and continued to as the man beside continued. "Really now? Well... That is very much appreciated Mister Pine; it means quite a lot. As for my name, it is Jane Porter, but please, if you wish to address me just use Jane, I am not a stickler for formalities as such, admittedly," Jane informed him with a nod before clearing her throat. "Also, I should tell  you you shan't have to waste your time for my sake for much longer, I imagine, the rough outline is complete, I just need to add details and shade."

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Last Stop: Wonderland | Hatter and Jane

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"A bit too formal, yes," Hatter agreed with a grin on his face. "I prefer first names myself. Full introductions are never needed, only in the face of royalty or someone who prefers awkwardness among their guests. It can be quite the chatter-killer, I must say. First names will do just fine." He inclined his head towards the woman. "And it is a pleasure to meet you, Jane. For me, Hatter will work well enough. There is no ‘Sir’ or ‘Mister’ to be seen in my name." He was normally one to introduce himself as his proper title of ‘Mad Hatter’, but here in this land, he figured that this was one of the better times to leave it out. Besides, he never really went by that name. He much preferred Hatter for it was easier to say and kinder on his mind. If one was referred to Mad too much by others that were not him, well, the consequences were not only disastrous for him, but they were quite the shock to others. Of course, he could never truly help the ‘Mad’ side of himself, but this atmosphere he was in seemed comfortable enough to keep the day as simple as it had been.

The mention of his clothing had not gone unnoticed and he glanced down at his clothes. They were comfortable, suitable, and something he could never part with. He had worn these clothes since the day everything had fallen down around him. Not only were they a testament to who Hatter was, but they were a testament to what era had been cut down far before its prime. He raised his head once more to the girl and shook his head. “There is no need for an apology. I realize my clothing is a bit…odd,” a grimace crossed the man’s features, “but you are kind enough to say so without being too rude about it. For that, I thank you.” He hated labels. Always had, always would. There seemed to be no end to that particular peeve of his, not as long as he and Time were at odds, but the Hatter doubted it would ever leave him. If one was referred to their label for too long, they either became what they were thought to be or moved past it; it was the former that usually won out in the end.

"Now, where would you figure you should start with the drawing? You must already have an idea in mind, I’m sure." Though an artist and a hat maker were two very different professions, they were similar in the aspect of needing to have an idea. Hatter himself knew how much creativity was needed for one didn’t come up with ideas for hats or teas on a whim, but perhaps that was not the case with Jane. "I await your command."

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"Oh I do agree, full names tend to make a person appear a bit boring, like a piece of the mystery that is them," Jane smiled, pleased the man shared her views. "Almost like it has just vapourated and it makes them a bit-well, not dull, per se, as no one can be truly dull in my eyes, but as if some of the colour of them isn't as... It isn't as vibrant as it was previously, does that make any sense?" Jane smiled fondly, corners of her eyes crinkling slightly in turn, as her brow creased in gently swoop, as if she was evaluating her previous words, in case there was any need to elaborate. Luckily, the kind man pulled her out of that less talkative state. "No Sir? Alright? And no Mister either?" Her voice held a confused tone. "Do you mean you do not want me to address you as Mister Hatter or... Well-actually that's the only thing that makes sense, everybody goes by a certain title, for instance either Master or Mister for men and Miss or Mrs for a lady..." Her head cocked to the side, curiously.

A sheepish smile replaced the fond one as she shook her head, gesturing to his interesting clothing. "Oh, well, I wouldn't say they're odd; alright, in a sense they are, Mist- urh, I mean Hatter," Jane shrugged, habits such as addressing someone by a title before their name being drilled into her mind hard to ignore. "But I think they're rather... Lovely. Yes, that's the word. They're are bright and warm colours, suited to your personality I imagine?" The brunette's eyebrows rose in questioning of this before she continued. "That's why I did not point them out in a rude or disrespectful manor, because I have no motive in which to do as such, you see."

Something appeared to jolt in Jane at his following words and she pursed her lips as her eyes trailed to the fish pond, momentarily admiring their agility and calm approach to everyday life, having the luxury of not being a part of the hustle and bustle that was society's building blocks. "Well, I didn't really believe you'd agree, so I don't have a specific area yet, if you could give me a... Moment..." Jane trailed off into a mumble as she place a calloused finger to the corner of her mouth, narrowing her eyes a little bit, evaluating the man considering where the best place the park had to offer that would compliment the man correctly.

Then she snapped her fingers as a thought struck her. "Ah, I know a good place, I believe there is a bench situated near to the stream, that should be good, yes I think so, The sun would provide a good amount of light, the trees would prevent it being glaringly distracting, no one would complain about us being in the way, quiet and there a places to sit... Yes, I think there would work." Jane was mostly talking and debating with herself, accidentally aloud without realising it, before she looked up at Hatter, a finger pointing to a direction off of the bridge as she smiled, quite proud of herself but modestly ignoring it. "Would it be alright with you if we went there? It should only be a few minutes to walk there, I think." 

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"A party trick, or just a way to annoy strangers with useless facts."

"Maybe he’ll be on a newspaper after being beaten at his own game, and you won’t be nearly as annoyed with him."

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"Oh yes, the fact he has a talent they find to be an impossible tongue twister upon their attempting... Although I imagine he can get a pretty penny for it if he impresses the right person."

"Wouldn't that be a blessed comeuppance? If anything I may feel a tad bit sorry for him... Although, how do you suppose one would top him? Maybe by memorising the periodic table and reciting it from first to last and back again."