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Daria Belikov ~ Present Day ~ Earth

Daria leaned back in the black car that was driving her to stay at the lodge for a week. Her parents always did this, gave her sometime to hang out with whatever people she chose and they would join her at the end of it and the three of them would stay together for another week. Daria was pretty it was just so that they could have sex for a week straight but she wasn't going to complain. She got to go snowboarding at least once a year for full two weeks and got a week away from her parents to do as she wanted. She brushed her hair out of her face and put her feet up on the back of the passenger chair in front of her. Her chauffeur, Clyde, looked over his shoulder at her, "Are you excited to see your friends again, Miss Daria?"

The girl smiled and thumbed the gold necklace around her neck, "Always. I only get to see them once a year... at least."

She looked down at the necklace and smiled as she rose it to her lips. It had a funky little pattern on it that looked like some kind of language that the world seemed to have forgotten. Her parents had thought it might be a clue to who her parents were and hand a bajillion people look at it to figure it out but no one of them could pick out the language let alone translate it. She didn't even know where it came from... She liked to think that her parents gave it to her for whatever reason they left her in someone's backyard but... she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything about her life before this one. The doctors and psychiatrists that her parents had been sending her to over the years always gave sad looks saying how it must have been something so horrible for her to suppress every single memory she had before the age of six, so much so to even forget her own name.

Daria dropped her necklace back to her chest when the car slowed to a stop in front of a very familiar ski lodge. She had been her once every year since she was adopted. It was a kind of 'Yay we're a family' celebration. Daria always liked coming here because there were two girls who were adopted the same year she was that worked her. They kind of all bonded over that when they first met. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked into the building, leaving Clyde to bring in her things. When she got to the front desk the woman behind it handed her her room key, "Here you are, Daria."

The girl smiled, it was sweet being recognized everything seemed a little more special when it had her name attached to it. She didn't have to wear or carry around one of the hideous VIP badges, everyone just knew and if they didn't... Well, they learnt pretty damn quick. She drummed her fingers against the counter and looked at the woman, "Have you seen Eliza and Annelise yet?"

The woman looked at her watch before shaking her head, "I can't say that I have but with how busy it is supposed to get today they'll definitely be on duty... They should be up and about soon."

Daria smiled and nodded her head, "Thanks."

She turned around and took a deep breath. She had been travelling all day and had little interest in heading out on the slopes by herself right now. Besides, she'd have two weeks to go snow boarding. She headed over to the lounge area of the lobby and sat in front of the fire before she shed her coat and enjoyed the heat emanating off of the flames.

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Rapunzel ~ Present Day ~ Earth

Rapunzel sat on the fire escape just outside her room and looked down at the streets below. It was pretty early in the morning so the streets were yet to be busy. Even the trolley, when it passed now and again, was only half full. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and stood before climbing back into her room in the small apartment that she shared with the woman who found her, Agatha. Her room was pretty empty with only a bed, a desk, and mirror. However, Rapunzel couldn't complain this felt familiar even though none of it really was. Not to mention, Agatha had spent her money elsewhere on Rapunzel as she bought the girl clothes and paid the full rent for the two of them. Rapunzel was just glad that the woman had given her a job in her salon and allowed her to pay her back in someways. The money that she did make Rapunzel bought paint supplies and books and other little things that made her happy, like a miniature model of the Golden Gate Bridge.

She took a seat at her makeshift vanity and looked at the mirror just above her desk. She played with her long hair for moment before she began to braid it. Braiding her hair always took a while and she had learnt how to make quick work of it. When she tied of the ends she pin it all up into a bun and smiled as she grabbed her sketchbook and climbed out her window and down the fire escape. If it were just to Rapunzel she would keep her hair down and even longer than it was but she wasn't really sure how she had ever managed to grow it that long and be comfortable with it. The wind off the bay was enough to bug her now when she left it down and it all blew into her face.

Rapunzel walked down the street a ways before hoping on the trolley and made her way to the docks where she could see Alcatraz. Agatha didn't seem to excited by the place but Rapunzel had never seen anything like it... In fact, she had never seen anything like a lot of the things San Francisco had to offer. Cell phones, cars, computers, sour dough! Agatha laughed and always said it was like she really had been stuck in a tower or under a rock all these years.

When she reached the docks, Rapunzel took off her shoes and sat down. She let her toes rest in the cold ocean water as she opened her sketchbook in her lap. She began to sketch the prison and felt as though she had some kind of connection to it. Although, it didn't make much sense... After all, she wasn't a criminal and had certainly never ended up in a prison. However, the feeling of being trapped seemed to resonate with her in a way that she didn't understand....

Rapunzel packed up her things off the dock and looked at her picture as she stood. It was nice, the dark lines of the prison were bordered by thinner lines of shading. The entire picture was grey-scale and filled with shading. When she was done looking at it, she stuffed her book back into her bag and stood before she headed back to the hair salon. When she got there Agatha was holding and envelope. She handed it, grinning, to Rapunzel. The girl took it knowing well what it was. Once Rapunzel had gotten settled she had gotten straight to work and hadn't stopped since she got here a year ago. Agatha thought it was about time that the girl took a break and told her that she was going to send her on a vacation to Lake Tahoe. Agatha wasn't going to come though as she used excuses like Rapunzel needed time alone or to find friends her own age but really it was because she could leave work and Rapunzel knew that. She admired that.

"The car is out front," She hugged Rapunzel, "I'll see you soon, kid."

Rapunzel nodded, "Thanks, Aggie."

She quickly ran upstairs and grabbed her bag out of her closet before she pulled it over her should and headed out the door. She waved to Agatha through the window as they drove off. She made sure she had packed her art supplies because, well, she didn't have the heart to tell Agatha that she didn't know how to snow board or ski... Her talents were very much of the indoor variety. However, she knew that the ski lodge she was going to had some beautiful pictures taken that she wouldn't mind trying to get down on paper.

Rapunzel had taken her hair out of the intricate bun and left her hair braided. She had also changed into her warmer clothing, putting on a hat and jacket. She thanked and paid the man when they pulled up to the ski lodge and pulled her bag over her shoulder, pushing her braid to the other. She could already see people heading up to the hills to snowboard or ski. She wandered passed a ground of people, three girls and two men (one of which looked at though he had rolled around a little in the snow), before she headed into the lodge to check in. When she was given her key and pass, she handed off her bag to a bellman, who was to take it up to her room.

She kept her purse with her though as it had all of her art supplies in it. She bit her lip trying to decided where it was that she wanted to go, when someone came inside. As the door opened, she saw the lift going up the mountain behind them. She grinned as she found out where she was going. She trudged through the snow to the lift and stood behind a guy with brown hair, who she assumed was heading up the mountain to go down due to his snowboard. She was slightly curious as how it looked to everyone else to see her standing there with no skis or snowboard just a purse... She laughed a little at the thought. It took only a moment to realize how much stranger that made it all. She covered her mouth and looked up at the boy... man... She wondered if they would have to go on the lift together... She wondered if she could even get on it.

--- Peter Trent ---

Peter raises an eyebrow as he hears the laugh. He looks to his left and his right. There’s no one there. So, he looks over his shoulder and sees a young girl standing there. She looks gorgeous and Peter immediately flushes dark red and faces back forward. From the looks of how the line was going and how many people were there, they were probably going to ride up with each other. He takes a deep breath and looks over his shoulder again. She probably thought he was a freak for looking at her so… unsubtlety. He smiles quietly before facing back forward. The line begins to move forward and he notices that he and the girl are next in line for the lift. So they are going to have to sit next to each other.

He coughs and says, “Um, hi. My name is Peter Trent and I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t have a snowboard or skis with you?” He hopes that he doesn’t sound too impolite for asking, but he was curious at the moment. When you’re at a ski resort, you normally have ski things with you and this girl did not. He smiles kindly at her, waiting for an answer.

--- Rapunzel ---

Rapunzel jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked up at the guy in front of her to see him looking at her. She had noticed him looking at her a little before and was curious about it. Normally, she was the one staring (no matter how much Agatha told her not to... There were just so many things that she didn't get about people) it was different being the one who was being stared at and that peaked her curiousity. She wondered what it was about her that made him stare. Maybe her hair? People always found her hair strange.

Um, hi. My name is Peter Trent and I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t have a snowboard or skis with you?

She made a bit of a face, "Is it that strange? Was that why you were staring," Rapunzel gasped and sucked on her bottom lip, "Sorry... I wasn't suppose to notice that," She laughed a little, "Honestly, I don't really know how to ski... or snowboard... or really get on this lift... I've never done any of this before and I'm not with anyone that I can try it all out with. But I figured I'd try it... I'm sure it there is a great view up there and I was hoping to paint it or draw it... or both," She adjusted her bag on her shoulder a little as she noticed she had begun to ramble. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm Rapunzel... Just Rapunzel," She gave him a small smile. People always asked for a different name, a real name, not a nickname and it always led to the less than comfortable conversation about how she didn't know her real name. She played with her long braid a little before she flicked it over her shoulder, "It's fitting."

She looked ahead at the lift in front of them and waited a moment, "So... Do you know how to do this thing?"

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Esmeralda ~ Present Day ~ Pride Rock

Esmeralda was pacing, she did this a lot now but what was she supposed to do? She liked running and walking and leaving and none of those consisted of being trapped. She was very much trapped. The jingling of the chains played in with the jingling of the bracelets that she adorned on her right ankle and wrists. She was a prisoner, a captive, to some brute who just wanted to see pretty girls dance.

"Stop. Pacing," A voice tore Esmeralda out of her head to look at the woman who sat against the wall looking up at her, "You're clanging is getting on my nerves," She said gesturing to her bracelets.

Esmeralda made a less than kind gesture to the woman before she took a seat at the wall opposite to her. The woman wasn't a gypsy nor any kind of outcast, she was privileged girl who could fumble her way through a dance well enough not to get killed. Despite the two of them both being nothing more than objects to their captures, this woman still saw herself better than the Romani scum. She probably even though them blessed not to have been killed off upon capture. Esmeralda thought otherwise. She'd rather die than dance for some man who put her in chains. She dance for money, she'd dance to perform but she would not dance with her feet shackled and her hands bound. She rose her hands to her face and brushed away the hair that had fallen into her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. She adjusted her scarf before she laid her legs out in front of her. She looked at the woman across the way dead in the eye before she started to wiggle her feet letting the sound of her bracelets and chains hitting each other fill the room again.

Esmeralda didn't take orders very well.

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Wanderer's Lullaby - Adriana Figueroa Name: Esmeralda Lovel Real Name: Esmeralda Camomescro (Due to Gyspy tradition, only those within her family know this family name) Age: 27 Occupation (If Any): Performer/Entertainer Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age 14): Appearance - Today (Age 27): Personality Traits: Esmeralda is a fearless and streetwise Romani with a heart of gold while she is able to look beyond physical appearances. She is quite passionate and demands justice for the outcasts in the world and more so as the Dark Queen took over. Gypsies and other outcasts are treated more and more like slaves and filth than before. She has a sultry side that comes out when it is in her best interest and is a incredibly free-spirited person. Skills: Esmeralda is a fine dancer and singer. She has spent most of her life performing and knows how to entertain a crowd. Due to living on the streets the entirety of her life she has impeccable street smarts and intuition. She has a great sense of when and where to follow her gut feeling. She knows enough hand to hand and close range weapon combat not to get killed by some deranged person and can survive easily in less than favorable circumstances. She is a quick runner and knows basic free running. Esmeralda is also a fantastic pick pocket and dabbles with slight of hand. Biography (Before Earth): Esmeralda was born to a loving mother and father and into a very large family. Not everyone in her family were linked by blood but they seemed to have a deeper bond. They had a bond of trust that no other could understand... Which could be due to their sometimes less than honest ways. Esmeralda learnt all that she knew from this family, dancing, singing, seducing, pick pocketing, slight of hand, 'magic' tricks. However, during a peaceful period, Romani were seen as scum and were weeded out of the city streets. Esmeralda lost most of her family and those that survived the purge all decided to separate. They found it would be for the best that they all kept their distance and attract less attention to themselves. Most fled for safer cities, others decided to live their lives in the woods or fields between the kingdoms. Esmeralda did not flee though. She chose to remain with in the city walls and continue living as though nothing had changed. She continued to steal and perform as she needed and run when she had to. She chose not to leave as the well off wished her to. She chose to wreck havoc and make them see her. As noble as this was, it didn't keep her safe. Biography (Life On Earth): Esmeralda is not of royal blood and was not thought of once to send to Earth. Other: ?

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All About Your Heart - Mindy Gledhill Name: Rapunzel Real Name: Rapunzel - Lost Princess of Corona Age: 18 Occupation: Hair dresser. Previous to Earth she was hidden away in a tower. Appearance ThirteenYears Ago - Age 5 Appearance Today - Age 18 Personality Traits: Leticia is a strange sort. She is adventurous and cautious. Outgoing and meek and a little, well, vague. She doesn't struggle to make friends though. People seem to be drawn to her hopeful outlook on the world and playful attitude. She is almost always happy and wishes to do wrong to none. Skills: Painting, cooking, ventriloquy, dance, chess, pottery, guitar, knitting, sewing, climbing, candle making, brushing hair.... After spending 18 years in the tower she can do a lot... Biography (Before Earth): Shortly after she was born to the King and Queen of Corona she was stolen away by a witch. She was hidden away in a tower with no door and only one window. Most days, Rapunzel spent humouring herself with hobbies and activities. However, this all changed after the Witch had a bit of a spat with Maleficent. The Evil Fairy took her vengeance upon the crone by going after her 'daughter'. Rapunzel was stolen away from her tower at the age of seventeen and taken to Earth by Markus Juniper, a servant to Maleficent. Biography (Life On Earth): Due to being separated from her parents far before the dark Queen's plan and the exhile of the children, For the last year, she has spent her time working. Her hair intrigued a local hairdresser who took her in upon the girl's comment that she was lost but sure she was far from home. Rapunzel was scared and amazed by this new world all at once. Although, as she spent her time in it, she realized the length of her hair was far more inconvenient than it was when she was in the tower. With the help of the hair dresser who took her in, the cut it to a considerably shorter length. Her golden locks still lower passed her knees as she was not willing to go any shorter. In her time at the salon with her new friend she started to learn the ins and outs of hairdressing and has started to work alongside those she had been living with for the last year. The woman who took her in continues to call her Rapunzel but believes it to be a nickname. Memories of her home and past have started to fade. Other: Letters - LoveCoast Name: Daria Belikov Real Name: Jasmine of Agrabah Age: 18 Occupation (If Any): Ha! Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age 5): Appearance - Today (Age 18): Personality Traits: Jasmine is independent and strong. She has no fear in speaking mind when it is something she believes strongly about. However, when her mind is set it is sometimes very difficult to change it as she is as stubborn as an ox. She is incredibly compassionate and caring to those she deems deserving of that care. She doesn't always look or act her age either, sometimes trying to act older than she really is. She can be a snob from time to time but you can't really blame her, she has been pampered her entire life! Skills: Jasmine is quite intuitive, and she has described herself as a fast learner. She is also surprisingly good at hand to hand combat after studying multiple different forms over the years. She isn't all beauty. Biography (Before Earth): Born to a Sultan, Jasmine is part of one of the many royal families in Agrabah. She lived an extravagant and simple life. She never needed to lift a finger and was fawned over by vast amounts of servants. Things were good for the first five years of her life... However, when the threats from the Dark Queen started to arise, her father had to act. It was difficult for him to send her away but after thinking of every way that she could stay, he realized this was the only way to keep her safe. He explained to what was happening and promised he would see her one day. He gave her a gold necklace before she was taken away. Biography (Life On Earth): Jasmine lucked out when she came to earth though. She was found in the backyard of a wealthy couple who could not have children of their own. They tried to find her family asking her as much as they could about them. However, Jasmine gave them answers about how she could not return, how she was from a different world, she wouldn't even give them her name. They took is as ramblings from a young girl who was traumatized and scared and had a bit of a wild imagination. After months of searching, to no avail, they told her how they had been thinking of adopting and that this must be a sign, that she was to be their daughter. Jasmine soon forgot of her home back in Agrabah and her real name. She became more than happy with the family she has found. Life isn't that different, there are still servants who still fawn over her, she still never has to lift a finger. She is still treated like a princess. Other: