Adorable Alana ♥

picture-yourself: Michael Buble - Dream A Little Dream of Me

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 20:32:17 +0000

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Michael Buble - Dream A Little Dream of Me

I hope everyone had a nice Christmas.

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 18:24:02 +0000

Especially after all of that…mess being over and done with, finally. I have to say, it was nice to be back home.

Follow The Sirens' Song || Arista & Alana's Rescue

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 03:54:13 +0000

tannedrestedandalone:

Opening a cupcake bakery was nice, and fun, and certainly something as cheerful as that was something the inhabitants of the island needed very desperately, but Eugene had to admit that there was more to life than cupcakes and fluff. He was happy that his wife’s dream was finally coming true, but he couldn’t let his only contribution to helping the island be opening a cupcake bakery. He had to do more. He had to be more. People were going missing left and right, and although a few of them had miraculously been saved, it wasn’t enough. He was tired of sitting around while his friends and family disappeared one by one. He had to act, and so he joined The Revolution.

He hadn’t really intended for it to happen, nor did he know exactly how the group was formed, or when they were given that title, but he was glad to be a part of it. It had started with him just being angry at how little the HQ was doing about the kidnappings, especially after Andy had been taken. Shortly after that, some teenager named Kim (a girl far too young to be involved in this sort of thing, in his honest opinion) started talking to him about some security tapes. He took a look at it, and while he didn’t find anything he thought was particularly important, there were a few people he recognized that seemed to be acting just a bit… Well, off. Something wasn’t quite right, he could tell, and he intended to confront the people on the tape as soon as he was able, but the people in question had practically turned into ghosts, and were very difficult to track down. He spent his days instead trading theories with other members of the group, reviewing the tapes over and over again in an attempt to find something useful to him, going out for hours at a time in search parties, and pouring over maps of the island when he was at home.

Today was one of those days. He waited until Rapunzel had left for the art gallery, wanting to visit her old friend Claire and see how she was holding up in this trying time before pulling out his now very weathered map of the island. He tried to keep his mild obsession to a minimum around her, not wanting his wife to get too concerned about his well being. He looked down at it, ignoring Chewie as he whined and pawed at his jeans. Eugene picked up a ball that was sitting on the desk and tossed it over his shoulder. Chewie darted after it, barked at it until the ball stopped bouncing, then proceeded to stare at it curiously. Eugene paid no notice as his finger moved over various places on the map. They had searched the forest a number of times, had searched at least half the jungle carefully, had searched the beaches, and… Wait. What were those caves? Eugene peered down at the map, furrowing his brow at the sight of it. He didn’t think he had ever even noticed this part of the island before. How could they have missed it? (He of course had no idea that Haku had formerly used his magic to keep the place hidden, but had since lifted the curse protecting it.)

Eugene jumped to his feet and ran into the bedroom. He changed into running clothes, and pulled a satchel out from the under the bed that was full of supplies that anyone of The Revolutionaries might need for a rescue: Rope, a knife, a flashlight, bandages, water, and a box of matches. He folded the map and stuffed it in the satchel as well. He threw it over his shoulder and headed back into the living room where he picked up a pen and paper. He hesitated for a second before writing, Out to get milk. No need in making her worry, right? He headed out of the suite, dialing a number on his phone as he headed down the stairs to the lobby. He made a face as he reached the girl’s voicemail. “Hey Kim, it’s Eugene.” he said as he walked across the lobby. ”I think I found something. Call me back, okay kid?”

It took a long time to find the place he had seen on the map. It was far from the beaten path of the island, and certainly nowhere near where he had searched before. From the lack of footprints in the sand, he doubted very much that too many people had been this far down the beach before. He then came up the mouth of a cave, which from the light of his flashlight appeared to head down underground, beneath the rock and sea. He took out his phone once again, and gave Kim another call. ”Kim,” he said to her voicemail, in as calm a voice as he could muster. ”If you don’t hear from me in an hour, send someone to look for me. I found these caves down by the beaches. Just keep walking until you find the caves, okay? That’s where I am. Talk to you soon.” He hung up the phone, and dropped it into the satchel. Then, taking a deep breath, he began walking down into the cave.

By this time, Alana wasn’t even sure how long it had been that she’d been in here. She had lost track a long time ago, especially since from inside the caves, she wasn’t able to tell what was day and what was night. She had been quite weak since the beginning, and it was only getting worse. They weren’t being left to starve by any means, but they weren’t being given a lot either. Water and a little bit of food. It had to have been a long time that she had been here now, or perhaps time was just dragging on very slowly. The sick feeling that had hit her stomach when she had woken up to find Arista with her had been horrible, and it was made worse by the fact that it had been Nuka’s cousin that had done this. It made her stomach clench and twist in uncomfortable ways and admittedly she didn’t want to spend too long thinking about the subject. It raised too many questions that she would rather avoid and never know the answers to, in case what she feared was true.

Her thoughts turned to all manners of things as the hours, minutes and seconds dragged on. Alana couldn’t help but wonder how their family felt right now. If she had been with them, she would have been worried sick if it had been one of her sisters that had went missing. From the moment that she had awoken to find Arista had been thrown in the cave system alongside her, Alana had made sure to take as good care of her as she could, even if she felt weak herself. She was the older sister, she had to and she wanted to.

Sometimes more trivial things came to mind as the time passed. Like the salon, the garden at home — how were they doing? Was someone looking after the flowers while she was missing? Her appearance had came to mind a few times now, but the situation was so very dire that she never thought on it for too long. The longer time had dragged on, the less likely it seemed that they would be getting out. She didn’t even know why they had been kidnapped in the first place. Nothing had been explained. Nothing at all had been said. They had just been left in the dark, alone, and trapped. When the tide rolled in at night, the water came in the cave, but they were so far back in the cave system that hardly any water reached them at all. The sound of waves and water had been soothing before, achingly familiar, and sometimes it still was — but the crashing of waves being echoed within the large expanse of space in the caves and tunnels was nothing but ominous.

They had tried to look for a way out before, but it had just seemed like they had been going in circles. They didn’t know that it was because of a spell that had since been lifted, but after a second try, the two girls had given up. Both of them grower weaker, although not dangerously slow, but enough that they mostly kept to one part of the cave system. The space was enough for them to stand up and stretch their legs, and move around a little, but Alana stayed sitting on the ground most of the time. It really didn’t help that the weather was getting colder. As it was right now, Alana currently sat on the floor of the cave, her back leaning against a smooth piece of rock. Arista was lying beside her, head resting on her lap and from this angle, Alana couldn’t see if her sister was awake or asleep.

There had been a few instances now, where they had caught each other humming a tune; one that they and their sisters seemed to get stuck in their heads occasionally back home, too. Words had been drifting back into Alana’s mind, and there was something melancholy about the song. After a few moments, she took a soft breath and started to sing quietly, although her voice echoed within the space around them. “The waves roll low, and the waves roll high…” As she started to sing, the words coming out in a soft and gentle tone, if slightly weak, she ran her fingers through Arista’s hair in what she hoped was a soothing manner. “And so it goes, under a bright blue, endless sky…”

caught by the fins. | zilana

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 00:24:11 +0100

soothemy-innerkitty:

Ever since Zira agreed to help out Valentina and the intricate plan slowly began to unhatch, Zira spent a hefty amount of her time prowling about the island at night, gathering up as much helpful information as possible. It proved quite easy for her. Her ability to walk silently about the island and her immense agility made it an easy feat to move about unnoticed as she spied on the lives of various potential victims. On occasion Zira grew tired of the constant prowling, but overall she enjoyed the work. It gave her something to do, and quite honestly, she felt important doing it. It gave her a sense of empowerment , and knowing that every bit of spying she did contributed to the master plan, putting them one step further to their goal, gave her a sense of satisfaction that little else could.

For a while now, Zira had been stalking one home in particular. The home of the Tritons, she gathered. The family was enormous in size and taking out one or two of the obnoxious teen girls didn’t seem like it would take much effort and would raise quite a fuss from the rest of the family. None of them seemed particularly capable of fighting back – at least not much more than Zira could handle. All the daughters seemed too preoccupied with shopping, their appearance, boys, and other superficial things to end up very prepared to put up a fight. The father usually spent his time off at work (the aquarium, she eventually figured out). The mother seemed like a total ditz who was more likely to set the place on fire than actually save anyone. To Zira, it truly seemed she had her work cut out for her, and after a few weeks planning, she finally felt it was time to strike.

It was early evening. Not a time when she usually went out but the Triton girls appeared to go out in the day more than at night. It also helped that due to doing a little spying on her cousin she learned that one of the Triton girls would soon be leaving the house. She would have to remember to thank him for providing the help, and perhaps even give him a prize for it. After all, he was luring one of the girls out to their kidnapping and he got through the last victim with little problems. He really did prove useful, even if he was stupid.

Zira headed quickly to the beach, careful to blend in with the crowds as much as possible. She did not dress in a bikini or anything, despite going to the beach, but rather than her normal beige and blood-red leather clothing, she opted for denim shorts and a tank top to look less suspicious, although she did not forego her boots. Inside a strap within her boots she tucked a dagger – just in case. Her nails could do more than enough damage but it didn’t hurt to bring it along as well. Her hair went into a high ponytail, since it getting in the way during something this important would be a terrible turn of events. But Zira decided against tying it up with a normal hair tie, instead using a piece of rope that would no doubt come in handy eventually. Anything else she really didn’t need. Zira had more than enough strength to get the job done.

As the large, beach-side home came into view, Zira walked along the sand, her crimson eyes taking in the surroundings. She came here often enough once plans were made for the kidnapping to know the area well. The patch of palm trees not far from the house provided a perfect hiding spot to sit and wait for the precise moment where she needed to make her appearance. Zira took a quick look around to make sure no one around saw her, but there was no need. Most tended to stay away from the private properties on the beach, thankfully. She silently dodged into the trees, crouching down behind the lush leaves to peek out from the cracks. From here she had a perfect view of the front door, which would enable her to easily slip out from hiding and make her appearance when the time arrived.

Now all she needed to do was wait.

Part of Alana’s time had been spent in the garden, tending to the flowers once more. It was just one of the things that she liked to do, and it felt comforting in a way. Familiar. As though it was something that she had done quite commonly before she lost her memories. The same went for making her own beauty products, of course, and her love for most sea creatures, sea turtles in particular. Work had been over and done with at the spa earlier that day, so she had taken a little time to herself in the garden as well as making plans to meet up with Nuka in a couple of hours — well, less than an hour, now. With that thought in mind she finished up what she was doing and went back into the house, washing her hands to get rid of the dirt from the flowerbeds and making sure her nails were clean in the process. It felt nice to be going out somewhere, since she had spent most of her time lately either at work, or at home. There really hadn’t been much inbetween except for a few shopping trips.

A few members of the family knew she was going out, although she hadn’t specified where exactly. It was a good thing that her father wasn’t home right then, because he would have most likely refused to let her go out on her own, even if she was to be meeting someone else. The kidnappings had been increasing, after all, and a lot of people were really starting to get worried. It was a shame for the family’s that were involved, and Alana always felt sympathetic whenever she saw one of the missing posters. However, it wasn’t night yet, so Alana didn’t see much reason to worry just yet, although she was hardly going to stay out late. Making her way upstairs to her room, she changed out of her clothes since she had gotten a little dirt on her shirt from working in the garden, and instead putting on denim shorts, a pink and purple plaid shirt and simple brown sandals since she would be taking her shoes off at the beach anyway.

It had been nice to hear from Nuka again. It had been a while since they had last spoken, after all. How he was so down on himself just made Alana happy that she could make him smile, or at least make him feel better and give him an excuse to get away from his house for a while. There was a slight lingering worry, however, over what Nuka had said as they had arranged to meet up on the beach. She wasn’t going to make him talk about it if he didn’t want to, of course not, because it wasn’t any of her business most likely, but just being there for him was enough and the least that she could do since he would appreciate the company.

Sweeping her wavy dark hair over her shoulder, she made to leave the house, closing the door behind her. It wasn’t dark yet, although it would be within a couple of hours most likely, but she wasn’t going to be on her own. The beach was close by and she would have company once she reached it, so there wasn’t really much reason to worry at all, unless she stayed out late, perhaps. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her being as she started to walk down the path from the house to the beach.

Of course, she never suspected that someone would be lurking nearby her house in the trees.

aquatic-aquata: …..wow yeah I must have slept through that. How could you sleep through it? I...

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 05:46:40 +0100

aquatic-aquata:

…..wow yeah I must have slept through that.

How could you sleep through it? I knew you could be a heavy sleeper, but I didn’t think you were that bad!

Ellie Goulding - I Know You Care Please don’t close your...

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 00:10:47 +0100

Ellie Goulding - I Know You Care

Please don’t close your eyes
Don’t know where to look without them
Outside the cars speed by
I never heard them until now

I know you care
I know it is always been there
But there’s trouble ahead, I can feel it
You are just saving yourself when you hide it
Yeah, I know you care
I see it in the way you stare
As if there was trouble ahead and you knew it
I’ll be saving myself from the ruin
And I know you care

I used to run down the stairs
To the door and I thought you were there
Do you shape through the comfort of us
Two lovers loved out of love

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Wed, 03 Oct 2012 00:02:43 +0100

i-never-had-a-chance: You’re really too nice ta me, Ally. I’m glad to hear that for ya, things...

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 20:56:03 +0100

i-never-had-a-chance:

You’re really too nice ta me, Ally.

I’m glad to hear that for ya, things ain’t been too bad ‘ere, either. Yeah— I know that, thanks… I should prob’ly take ya up on that offer, actually. A lot has gone on which I ain’t too proud of. I could really use your company right ‘bout now.

Oh, of course, Nuka. I’m finishing up a few things… We could meet on the beach, same place as before, in a couple of hours?

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Tue, 02 Oct 2012 19:58:44 +0100

I'm glad the storm is mostly over, but...

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 19:52:28 +0100

soothemy-innerkitty:

Aw, isn’t that a shame? Perhaps things would have been better if the storm were still raging outside.

…Do I know you?

i-never-had-a-chance: Ya seem excited ta hear from me… They did? I never check those type’a things...

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 19:45:46 +0100

i-never-had-a-chance:

Ya seem excited ta hear from me… They did? I never check those type’a things so I wouldn’t know.

Hey, I missed ya too! Your sister’s ain’t been too crazy then, eh? I’ve been… Okay. Jus’ doing what I can to survive ‘ere. ~~Good or bad…~~

Well maybe that’s because I am.

Things have been relatively normal in the house — for the most part, at least. Just okay? Remember that I’m always here if you want someone to talk to, or if you want to get away for a while.

i-never-had-a-chance: Oh, you felt that too, eh? I thought it was just our house y’know— fallin’...

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 18:42:14 +0100

i-never-had-a-chance:

Oh, you felt that too, eh? I thought it was just our house y’know— fallin’ apart.

I ehh… Ain’t heard from ya in awhile. Juuust been keepin’ to myself recently too, I guess. Not much for me to do ‘round here, really…

How have ya been, Ally?

Nuka! No, I think nearly the whole island felt it. HQ probably put up a notice, too.

It really has been a while. I daresay I’ve missed you. I’ve been okay, just keeping myself busy with working and the garden mostly. What about you; how have you been?

That explosion or earthquake, or whatever it was, was unexpected. Thankfully the ground isn’t...

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 17:50:44 +0100

That explosion or earthquake, or whatever it was, was unexpected. Thankfully the ground isn’t damaged. I had just managed to get the garden looking better again.

It’s been a while since I’ve really talked to anyone. So welcome to any newcomers!

But how is everyone? I hope no one got hurt in the explosion or the tremors it caused.

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Sat, 08 Sep 2012 02:31:01 +0100

I'm glad the storm is mostly over, but...

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 17:57:45 +0100

All the rain and wind has ruined the flowers in the garden. Oh well, guess I’ll have some work to do.

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