Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-7026120-20141008150603/@comment-14800267-20141028170859

As Esmee tried to find a spot, Jane took a few calming breaths of the briney sea air to settle herself. She'd sit as far back from the water's edge and potential crocodiles lurking within and enjoy the homey sound of the waves and it would all be fine.

She was partially aware of the nervous change that had come over the atmosphere as the inhabitants slowly realised her presence.

This wasn't an unusual pheonomenon. While most of the children of villains were adopted into the fraternity of Ever After High without question, the students with parents who were particually nasty suffered fear and shunning wherever they appeared.

Raven Queen was one of the most notedly mistreated- her mother had gone off script and she herself had incited the Rebel uprising. However, Raven was a reliatively nice girl and was slowly working her way into people's good graces.

Jane was not so nice. Her father was the one who attmpted to kill the embodiment of childhood and her destiny was to follow the same path. While he hadn't gone off script, he HAD been very liberal in his interpretation of his role as pirate, and was behind a great many costal atrocities, lootings and sackings, which started her off on the worst possible light before she did anything at all. She hadnit' exactly TRIED to fix this. Instead, she'd further alienated students with her standoffish and openly haughty behaviour and fermented further dislike from a lot of Royals (and even a few of the more mild Rebels) with her affiliation with some of the most extremist Rebels in the school. She had only just sat the last of a three month long detention for her latest Extremist Rebel activities- sending secret letters back and forth to Andreas, son of one of literature's most celebrated political extremists, Enjolras, requesting tips on starting a violent revolution.

Principal Grimm had intercepted one and had nigh on tore her room apart looking for the rest, but NO ONE buries treasure quite like a pirate. She was quite smug about that.

She gradually became aware of the itchy feeling of being watched. A useful sense for people who's enemies come from both the sky at the water. She scanned the beach. Most people averted their eyes instantly, but one was either too slow, insanely brave or unfamiliar with her.

Always up for a challange,she hooked (literally) her seabag up, away from Esmee's inattentive prattle and stalked down near the girl and started setting up.

Immediately, she regretted leaving Esmee to chat. While she had been an amputee for a few years, there were still some things that were a little harder than they should be when your right hand was a highly poiny object, and laying out a towel without tearing it was one of them.