The Deck, Saturday Evening

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Prince Edmund of Narnia was no stranger to cold weather. When he'd betrayed his pitiful siblings to the Queen and taken his rightful place as her Prince, he sealed Narnia's fate to an endless winter. The cold made him sharper, more focused on the task at hand. Besides, he reasoned, if it was still above freezing, he had no place to complain. Not that princes of Narnia complained in any way. That was a sure-fire way to get turned into stone.

He'd spent today trying to find a way back to Narnia, but to no avail. Now he was sure that this was a test. His Queen would not have sent him to this island if she didn't intend for him to conquer it. Unless, of course, she'd found out about his plan to eventually betray her as he had his brother and sisters and take his rightful place as King of Narnia. He was going to go on the assumption that that plan still remained a secret.

But conquering took planning. He had time. That was why he stood on the deck outside of the dorms, ever-aware of the power of his wand in his pocket, dressed in full black leather and a billowing black cloak, and looked out upon his soon-to-be new kingdom.

[OOC: Edmund is Prince Edmund of Narnia, dark, brooding, magical darkfic version of Edmund. Open as decks are.]

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[grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Molly greeted Edmund with a wave as she climbed onto the deck. "Why aren't you inside where it's warm?"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Prince Edmund gave her a sharp look. "I like the cold," he replied bluntly. Did no one here know when to bow before a Prince?

[grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com]

"I thought you said you didn't like winter?" She asked, shoving her hands in her pockets. "With the long story and all?"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've never told you a long story."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire gave an abbreviated wave to the tall girl. "Hey," she said. "D'you know where there's a pay phone? My parents have to be bugging out."

[grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com]

"Pay phone?" Huh? "Don't you have a cell?"

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"A what?" Claire blinked blankly. "Like, a jail cell? Am I in juvie?"

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

K-Mart had figured out pretty easily that the school had gone insane. She'd spent most of the day handwavily hiding out.

Now, though, she'd shrugged on a jacket and was heading out to the deck.

"Oh," she said when she caught sight of Edmund. "Hi. Sorry, I didn't realize anybody else was out here."

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"Well I am," Prince Edmund replied sharply, broadening his shoulders as much as he could. "Who are you?"

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

"K-Mart," she said, unruffled by the tone in his voice. She did, however, notice the fact that he was actually kind of hot. He did the broody thing well, apparently.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

There was something about dark leather and dark cloaks and significant eyebrows that made the hot, brooding thing work easier. Prince Edmund raised his chin high. "Prince Edmund of Narnia," he announced, knowing that the mere mention of his name sent fear throughout the land.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

After being unable to contact the Soul Society, Hitsugaya was brooding in the way only someone who appeared to be about twelve years old could.

At least there was a place outside to go.

...even if there was an odd boy in black there. He warranted a small, wary nod.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Finally, there was someone who at least acknowledged him with respect before opening their mouth. Prince Edmund responded with a nod of his own. His scowling serious expression didn't change. "I don't recognise you," he said. Ignore the fact that he didn't recognise anyone here.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"Why would you?" Hitsugaya asked, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling right on back. "I don't recognize you either."

[notahostage]

Wendy made her way out to the deck, eyeing the boy there, if there was one thing she could say about this place, it was that it had a refreshing lack of facial hair.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Prince Edmund of Narnia deigned to look the newcomer up and down slowly. She didn't have the slender, bony appeal of his Queen, but the Prince was pleased by what he saw anyway. Were it not for his dark heart, he might have even shown that. "Do you see something you like?" he eventually asked, looking across at her, head tilted down.

[notahostage]

Wendy considered him. He was attractive in a brooding, jailbait way. "What if I do?" she asked.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"...Nice view?" Calliope couldn't help asking, in passing, although part of her brain told her to just avoid the idiot standing there with the billowing black cloak. She should have known to avoid guys dressed in all black with billowing black cloaks.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"It will do." Prince Edmund had longed for a kingdom of his own, where his word would be final. "What is it you want?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Calliope shrugged. She was bored. Pestering weird guys in cloaks against her better judgment was something to do. "If you take a picture," she offered, "it'll last longer."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire had searched what seemed like every inch of the dorms without finding a pay phone, so finally she cut her losses and went back to a room she found a key for and just stared at the ceiling for a couple hours.

Okay, there might have been napping. Just a little.

But now she was awake and starving. She'd take the lecture if she could just get home.

"Hey," she greeted the (kind of broody, but hot) boy. "Do you know where there's a pay phone?"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Prince Edmund was broken from his brooding by the girl's voice. "Should I?" he responded. He wasn't sure what a pay phone was. The word phone rang a bell somewhere in the back of his mind, but with it came memories he'd rather forget, like family, school uniforms and steak and kidney pie. They had no place here.

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

It took Claire a moment, but: "I guess not. No one else here does. My parents are gonna ground me for, like, a year if I don't get home tonight."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Looks like we're kind of stuck here, huh?" Calliope asked from her perch on the railing of the neck, when she spotted Claire, and even managed to sound a little disappointed about it.

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"No one here has even heard of a pay phone and everybody I talk to except you seems kind of defective," Claire confided. "That girl says it's 2009, right? And that boy thinks this is his personal kingdom."