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@vxndictiveness
a small smirk formed on the girl’s lips as she held out an apple to the other, her eyes danced in amusement as she watched them eye the apple suspiciously. “what it’s not like it’spoisoned or anything.” to prove her point she took a big bite of the apple held in her other hand. “well this one isn’t at least.” she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
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“Yes, my brother is Chad… and if you value your sanity you might want to stay away from his antics.” Cindy was typically kind, but when it came to her brother she only could handle so much. “Most people here are fairly nice, but not all the kids are like their parents.”
She couldn’t help the snort that came out after the blonde’s words. “I know what you mean. I have a step-brother, he’s a bit daft in the head apparently.” Her mother had used worse words, but Nerina didn’t feel like repeating them, at least not here. It was funny that they seemed to have at least one thing in common. “Yeah well. On the Isle you either have to be like your parents or you won’t survive there.” She had to be just as ruthless as her mother, otherwise she’d easily be taken advantage of.
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a small smirk formed on the girl’s lips as she held out an apple to the other, her eyes danced in amusement as she watched them eye the apple suspiciously. “what it’s not like it’spoisoned or anything.” to prove her point she took a big bite of the apple held in her other hand. “well this one isn’t at least.” she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
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What could she say that wouldn’t sound like some sort of excuse? Mal was a product of her environment. Wasn’t every villain kid though? Her mother had been the self proclaimed queen of the isle. Mal was conditioned to believe that she would one day similarly hold power over the isle. The few friends she made… that went against everything Maleficient taught her, as it was.
“On the isle… I wouldn’t have. I was so… busy, trying to win my mother’s approval. I didn’t care about anything else. I wanted so badly to be Maleficient. I would have done anything to be worthy of my full name.” A long pause. The other girl’s anger was deserved. If the roles were reversed, Mal would have been beyond livid. “I didn’t try back then. I won’t make excuses or try to pretend I didn’t ignore you back there, either.”
“…I’m sorry, Nerina.”
Wanting the approval of a mother. She could certainly relate to that. Then again most of them did. They all wanted their parent’s approval because most have given up on gaining any sort of affection. Approval was the last thing they could get, yet even that was a stretch. Besides could she really condom Mal for something she’d probably do herself and in all actuality if she had been in the other’s shoes she probably wouldn’t give the other villain kids another thought. Only worried about her own survival and not any one else’s, that was how she was raised to be. An aspect in her character ingrained in her since birth.
“Look I know my mother,” she paused biting her lip. “I know our mother’s were bitter enemies.” Not many villain’s got along with one another on the Isle but their resentment towards one another was something on another level, especially on her mother’s side. “I know she’s the main reason we were isolated even there, but it hurt. Hurt to know we didn’t belong in Auradon and to know that we—I didn’t even belong here according to some of the other villains.” Her mother was known for being a joke. A villain not worthy of being praised.
Her mouth dropped in surprise at Mal’s apology, a thing Nerina never expected to hear in her lifetime. Slowly the walls built up began to crumble. Her eyes turned glassy, tears threatening to spill. “You—” words were loss for a moment. “Me too. I’m sorry.” Maybe she couldn’t fully trust the other just yet, but the process of healing could begin now.
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Nerina stared at the girl’s hand, “Is everyone here this obnoxiously friendly and bubbly here or am I just lucky?” she asked, a sarcastic tone lacing her words, while completely ignoring the hand hovering in front of her.
Cindy slowly dropped her hand still keeping the polite smile. “A little bit of both I think.” She wondered if most the kids from the isle would also be like this. Years of being cut off likely meant that they weren’t used to someone genuinely wanting to help
A cloud of doubt hung over Nerina, not sure if she could trust the Auradon children, just as much as she couldn’t trust the Isle children. “Cindy?” she crossed her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow. “I take it you’re Cinderella’s daughter then I suppose?” The girl certainly looked liked the heroine, then again Nerina had only seen pictures of said woman. All of which were drawn over or messed up in some sort of way, plus it wasn’t as if she cared about any of the heroes and their children.
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“Welcome to Auradon prep. I’m Cindy.” The blonde offered a polite smile holding out her hand to the other. “I know a lot of things are changing right now and it will take a while to adjust, but if you need anything I’m always willing to help.”
Nerina stared at the girl’s hand, “Is everyone here this obnoxiously friendly and bubbly here or am I just lucky?” she asked, a sarcastic tone lacing her words, while completely ignoring the hand hovering in front of her.
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Mal Bertha was… hardly one someone could call trustworthy. Even now, she had gone from the daughter of one of the worst villains’ to… queen-to-be. It was… irony, really. How long had she believed she would rule the Isle? Destroy Auradon? She had little qualifications to rule, if she was honest. Nevertheless… who else could know better the struggle of learning a new way of life? Rather, what it was to decide how to walk one’s own path. Not their parents, not the way the heroes’ parents thought. Even now, she struggled to stay on her own journey.
“I get it. I’m the poster child for not deserving belief,” she responded. Words weren’t enough, she was learning. Anyone could say whatever they wanted, without meaning it. Even if Mal was genuine in wanting to get to know Nerina, it wasn’t as if she had proof to back up what she was saying. “But… I am being serious. I mean it.”
On the Isle Nerina had stayed clear of Mal and her gang, mostly at the insistence of her mother. Narissa despised Maleficent. She always prattled on about how she should be the most feared villain how she was more powerful than the ‘MISTRESS OF ALL EVIL’. No daughter of Narissa’s would ever interact with a daughter of hers. And to be honest Narissa never felt the need to be near the other girl anyway.
So yes she didn’t believe the daughter of her mother’s most hated enemy. Not to mention you just shouldn’t trust a villain’s kid in general. “Why now?!” she spat. “Why not when we were trapped on the Isle?” Why would Mal care for her now when she never seemed to on the Isle. True Narissa never tried interacting with her but neither did Mal. “I Don’t need your help, your majesty..”
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"So the barrier’s gone. Am I supposed to be grateful?”
Character: Princess Alexandra Status: Starter call for @vxndictiveness
Transitioning from the Isle to Auradon was never the easiest, at least that was what she would assume. How could it have been easy? They were left with basically nothing, competing to be on top in some twisted around about way. Of course, a lot of what she knew came from what she had heard from others since the first four arrived.
Still, it wasn’t easy. Alexandra sat quietly as she watched one of the newest VKs to come to Auradon Prep, watching as various students acted in ways she couldn’t approve of. It didn’t matter where she came from, she deserved this second chance as much as they deserved the lived they had.
Enough was enough, Alexandra scooped up her books before she finally approached the young woman. “Hello!” Her voice was almost a little too bubbly for her own good. “I’m Lexie, I thought maybe you could use some company.”
Auradon, the place of dreams. That’s what the other villain’s kids saw it as. A bright place where they were no longer under their parent’s rule. Nerina however saw it as another prison, despite being away from her mother. In fact she didn’t even want to come in the first place. She’d rather stay on the Isle where she knew what to expect around every dark corner.
She followed behind the others, not speaking to any of them. It’s not like she had any friends on the Isle being isolated as her and her mother was. Her eyes darted around, looking at everything with suppressed awe. It did seem brighter here.
Lost in her thoughts Nerina didn’t notice anyone approaching her until she heard a voice which made her jump. She stared at the other, eyes narrowing and untrusting. “No.” Was her immediate answer. Nerina gave the girl another once over before moving to go past her.
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Outcast. No matter where Nerina was she had been an outcast. On the isle and now here at Auradon. Honestly she didn’t expect anything less, however it was still a bit disappointing because despite everything Nerina allowed herself to hope. Hope that maybe it’d be different here than on the Isle, they were in a sense. She had nice clothes, a nice comfortable room, and all the food she could ever want without resorting to stealing; yet one thing that hadn’t changed is her being alone. Always alone. Never included. After all she and her mother weren’t real villains. At least according to practically everyone on the Isle, hence the reason they had been outcasts.
“You know what you must do,” her mother had whispered to her as she left for Auradon. Yes Nerina knew what she must do, she hadn’t forgotten. She was just a tool for her mother’s endgame, for her mother wanted everyone to suffer as they have. Not just Auradon but the other inhabitants of the Isle as well for outcasting them. Perhaps being alone had an advantage in that retrospect, but unfortunately Nerina longed to have a friend, just one would do. Yet here she was wondering around the grounds of Auradon Prep, it was past curfew, luckily Nerina was adept in sneaking around.
A sudden wave of despair pierced Nerina in the chest rendering her breathless while a stray tear found it’s way down her cheek. Before she could compose herself however the sound of footsteps alerted her that someone was behind her.
“What are you looking at?” she hissed.
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“Difficult?” This irked her. “I just don’t understand the need. It’s not like we were ever friendly or even remotely acquaintances on the isle.” Nerina knew she sounded hostile but she couldn’t help it, it had been ingrained in her by her mother. She shouldn’t trust the other isle kids nor the auradon kids.
The blue haired princess took in a slow, deep breath to calm her nerves which were quickly beginning to grow frazzled because of the girl in front of her, and once she was sure she wasn’t about to snap, she squared her shoulders. “No, but we’re made of the same things to the kids here, so we may as well stick together.” She stated calmly. She was more concerned for Nerina than herself, since Evie got along fairly well with the kids in Auradon - but it was clear that Nerina wasn’t even going to try to make an effort.
If she was honest Nerina did want to be friendly with the blue-haired girl. In fact she had wanted to be friendly with all the isle kids, however most of their parents ostracized her and her mother which in turn lead Narissa to forbidden her daughter to interact with the other isle kids. However it seemed like Mal’s group of friends had decided to forgo what their parents wanted, perhaps she could as well. That didn’t make this any easier though as she couldn’t help but keep her guard up despite the desire for friendship. The least she could do though was try being a bit less hostile. “I —fine. Do as you wish, I will no longer impede you.” This was the most she could do at the moment.
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“This coming from the biggest drama queen on the island?” Nerina scowled. “Listen here Evie, I’m perfectly capable of finding my own dress, I don’t need you to make it, so stop asking.”
“I’m sure you’re capable,” Evie replied with a roll of her eyes. “but I’m saying that I want to find you one. Dear god, stop being so damn difficult.”
"Difficult?” This irked her. “I just don’t understand the need. It’s not like we were ever friendly or even remotely acquaintances on the isle.” Nerina knew she sounded hostile but she couldn’t help it, it had been ingrained in her by her mother. She shouldn’t trust the other isle kids nor the auradon kids.
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