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@stacywaters-blog
“Do you want to hear me sing? I’ve practicing! Let it gooooo let it goooooo.“ Kitty began to sing in front of the persons she stopped right in front of.
“Found you!” Shelby said scooping up the little one.
“Where did you get a kid?” she asked, feeling very alarmed at all of the weird stuff that had been happening around the school. How was the staff even supposed to keep up with it, never mind trying to fix it. “Never mind, I don’t think I want to know.”
dontbelcng:
mal nodded her head. maybe a club would be best for her. she would just put her headphones in and block everyone out. just focus on her own work. that’s all she wanted to do. “okay,” she replied quietly then paused before adding, “who… who runs the art club…?”
“i believe that it’s one of the darlings, but i could be wrong.” she had never really kept track of who ran which club, though when she thought of it she did have a time-table of them. “wait, i have a list.” she said pulling the piece out of her bag with her spare hand. “oh yes, it starts at 3:30pm on tuesdays.”
havealittlefun-frost:
“Do you know when it will be open again?” Andy wasn’t sure how he felt about the smell of chlorine in a skating rink, but hopefully that would work. “Oh, no, I just… like swimming.” That wasn’t true. He didn’t even own a pair of swim trunks.
“In about an hour, or so. It’s hard say for sure,” they offered. It was hard to guess how many people would tryout this year, so it was nearly impossible to say how long it would be. “You do? Well we’re holding tryouts for swim team this week, you should come out!”
havealittlefun-frost:
“Like, is it closed because it’s before it opens, or did something happen?” Andy asked and glanced at the pool, leaning on his staff. He wasn’t really the swimming type, bu the figured he could freeze it and create a bit of a skating rink.
“Nothing happened, it’s just closed to the public right now,” she explained. She was sure that she recognized him from somewhere but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Was there a reason that you were wondering?”
livlorax:
“right i forgot, guess you couldn’t be picky on the isle.” it was easy to forget how drastically different the isle kids upbringing was to hers.
“i didn’t grow up on the isle, they just have my mom and aunts locked away in mermaid cove in neverland,” she explained. not that any of them had ever wanted to leave, they were all content with their small pound life - it was really more of a keeping others out matter.
dontbelcng:
“yeah. i’m not the kind of girl who can sit around with friends and talk about something they created. i’ve only ever done art to destroy property, not because someone wanted me to,” she explained truthfully. that’s just how it was on the isle. “understood. sorry about that.”
“well then make art on your own, do your own thing. clubs and teams can be selfish - they’re not about the friendship you make, but the path you’re taking.” she tried to explain, knowing that she hadn’t joined clubs in school to make friends. “as long as it doesn’t happen again, no hard feelings.”
livlorax:
“fun fact, broccoli and spinach contain around the same amount of protein as chicken and fish.” they said eyeing the girls idea of dinner. “cottage cheese, really?”
“do they? i didn’t know that, i mean i grew up on mostly seaweed and any fruit that overhung the lake,” she shrugged. “it’s different, and i mean i don’t love it. but it’s part of coach's diet.”
eeyorevlyn:
The pool was always a serene and calm place that Evelyn liked to go to and reflect when nobody was around, but it seemed that someone had decided to take up the space today. “People have been pullin’ pranks? Must be a disaster.” She shook her head and shrugged. “No ma’am, I was jus’ gonna sit here for a while by myself, but that’s alright. I’ll come back another time.”
“Not a good time to be a staff member,” she agreed with a sigh - although some of the newly hired villains didn’t seem to mind so much. But then why would they? It wasn’t as if Fairy Godmother was about to fire any of them. “Well, we’re going to be all down in about half an hour, so it’ll just me here if you want to come relax, okay?”
stxrdusst:
Yasu flashed a childish smile when Stacy introduced herself. Most people brushed her off (not that it deterred her, but something other than that was always refreshing). “What can I say? I try to be originally original, even if it makes me look like a geek in the end,” she mused before nodding. “No worries, that just means I have to find something else to give you as a token of friendship.” The sorceress delved into her purse herself and pulled out a cherry lollipop. She struggled with the wrapping but managed enough so that she could start eating the candy. “Stacy—” It was a definite effort to refrain. “I love it. Now is it Stacy with a ‘y’ or an ‘ie’?”
Stacy couldn’t help smiling because despite her reputation as being a cold-hearted bitch like her mother, she had a major soft spot for people who were fearlessly themselves. It was almost inspirational, only Stacy didn’t need someone to inspire her. “Well you pull it off,” she complimented for once honestly impressed. “Well I will tell you that I am very partial to sea shells, if you want a hint.” There was something about the smell of them that just brought her back home almost instantly. “It’s Stacy with a y, which I’m glad for.”
grace-hatter:
“That would be a good reason to close the pool.” she said. “well in this boring school it will mean something when someone does something bad. i‘m Grace Hatter. it’s nice to meet you Stacy. i have never meet a mermaid before ”
“It is, isn’t it?” Her eyebrow quirked up at the girl’s next statement. “In this school, people are doing things they ought not to everyday. Pleasure is yours. Yes, well we’re so amazing that we don’t need human approval.”
grace-hatter:
“Why in the hell would the pool be closed what are you doing cleaning in out or something?” Grace was up early because she could not sleep the night before she really did not wanna join the swim team. “I was not thinking of pulling a prank. who are you?”
“Actually, we’re having tryouts for the swim team,” she explained. “Good. I want the first detention I assign to mean something. I’m Stacy Waters, assistant swim team coach, future olympian and mermaid.”
“Sorry, the pool is closed right now. Unless you’re trying out for swim team that is,” she said, unsure why anyone would even be up this early unless they were joining the swim team - or causing mischief. “And if you’re trying to pull a prank, don’t. I can and will assign detention. Any questions?”
dontbelcng:
“no. no, clubs are definitely not something i do,” mal replied all too quickly, shaking her head and placing her hands on her hips. she was too ‘cool’ to join clubs, at least in her mind. even if she really wanted to.
“really? is there a reason for that or,” she trailed off. stacy knew that some of the villain kids still didn’t believe in auradon’s structure and fair enough - it could be stifling at times. “well either way, keep the art on a canvas not on a wall.”
dontbelcng:
mal closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip before nodding then handing over the can. no point in arguing. it would only be worse for her and for ben. “you work here?” she asked curiously, genuinely wanting to know as she stepped down.
“assistant swim coach, yes.” she smiled, taking the spray paint can. “stacy waters, pleasure to meet you. have you considered joining the art club?”
bubblyjane:
Jane was just letting her mind wander as she liked to do when she had nothing else to do. She didn’t hear the other person approaching her ❝ ….W-Who’s there?… ❞ the brunette asked with a slight shocked look on her face as she looked up to see who was there, before returning back to what she was doing.
Stacy had gotten the habit of singing to herself from her mom, and so it wasn’t surprising that she was singing to herself as she walked. “Oh hi. Jean isn’t it?” She had always been bad with names - mostly because she couldn’t be bothered to learn them.
willieclayton:
“Excuse me, you wouldnt happen to know where the fuck I could get a good cup of coffee in this place?” He asked, looking over the other person for the briefest moment before back down at the map the fairy mother had gotten him.
“Well you can always try Donald’s cafe,” she suggested. After giving him a quick once-over, she continued. “If you were looking for something fancier I would suggest Tiana’s Palace but you don’t seem the type.”
dontbelcng:
mal hadn’t heard the person sneaking up behind her until after she’d finished the mural of her signature ‘long live evil’ logo. she whirled around and let out an exhale, slowly lowering the spray paint can. she sighed heavily. “tell on me if you want, but i missed doing this.”
“you might have missed doing it, but it’s against the rules,” she said, holding out her hand for the can of spray paint. “don’t get caught again, but i technically have to report you or i risk losing my job. now hand over the spray paint.”
