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    i-am-a-tropical-avocado posted an update in the group RP Level 0: The Clearing 4 months, 1 week ago

    Chapter two of the untitled RP:

    Chapter 2: Falling (Maryellen)
    “Maryellen, wake up!”
    I wake up to the sweet voice of my mother, Belle. Living in this kingdom is a little hard, especially when your mother is the queen, but I’ve gotten used to it.
    I look at my clock. It says 2½:00 AM. It’s ridiculously early for me to wake up. “Mother!” I cry. “Why’d you wake me up so early? I need my beauty sleep and waking up this early is going to give me bags under my eyes!”
    “It’s the annual Arendelle Masquerade!” Mother yells back. “We need to get going if we’re going to make it on time! I’ve already hailed a carriage, so get your pink sequin dress on, Maryellen, and get in!”
    I slip on my pink sequin dress, grab my pink Mardi Gras mask, and get in the carriage.
    After a bit, I get bored. “How many more hours until we get there?”
    “Maybe about five more hours,” Mother says. “Enough time for you to make up your beauty sleep.”
    So I fall asleep because I’m insanely tired, and the last thing I remember is being covered in darkness and falling.
    I wake up, hoping the falling was a dream. I so badly hope it was. But it isn’t, or at least I don’t think so. I’m on something the peasants call a “sidewalk”, by some peasant school called “Lincoln Elementary”.
    Odd. I don’t remember Mother proposing renovations for these poor peasant children. She feels so much sympathy for them, so she probably should have by now.
    “Where am I?” I ask a passing person.
    “You’re at Lincoln Elementary, in Chicago. I’m surprised you don’t know,” the person says. He’s a young man, with black hair and blue eyes.
    “Do you know the way back to Belle’s castle?” I ask the man.
    “Belle’s castle? I’ve met many strange people in my life, but never someone who asked where a Disney princess’s castle is!”the man chuckles. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.
    “I’m okay, just a bit lost.” I reply. “Are you sure you don’t know where the castle is?”
    “This country’s a democracy,” the man says. “We don’t have a castle anywhere around here.”
    “For the last time, are you sure?” I plead.
    His last remark catches me by surprise.
    “There aren’t any castles in this country, as far as I know.”

        iceangel replied 4 months, 1 week ago

        eeeeeeeeee! I love it!

        princezzdot replied 4 months, 1 week ago

        Sooooo awesoome

        galeinthesnow replied 4 months ago

        hahaha peasants this is great

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