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[Morgan Scott]

[Morgan Scott]

"Oh cute! Little spiders!"

Flicking a stray crumb off of her skintight black and silver minidress, Morgan rolled her eyes and took a large, unladylike bite out of her own spider-decorated muffin. Some people had no sense of dignity, really! Munching, she strode over to the table again, the ominous click of her silvery-white heels on the cobbled street making the gaggle of Freshmen turn around, wide-eyed. One's mouth even dropped open, she observed with a certain satisfaction, pleased that her gothic spider-queen outfit was going down well. Shoving what was left of her sweet treat into said open mouth, she grinned around at the girls and said, in a conversational tone, "Boo." They scattered like starlings, one or two even beginning to cry. Even when she wasn't dressed to wind people up in her web and suck their blood, the young woman was pretty scary when she wanted to be.

Oh, Halloween, how she loved it. It was the one time of year when people were supposed to be running scared, not to mention the fact that they always got time off school to enjoy this state of affairs. Surveying the table, one of many dotted around the square, the hyena-reincarnated tapped her chin thoughtfully. Would it be another one of those saccharine-sweet cookies? Or one of those weird-looking breadstick things? Or maybe some punch? She smirked to herself as she dipped a finger into the punch and brought it to her lips. Oh yeah, that was definitely spiked. People were so predictable.

Reaching for one of the breadstick things, she ruled that the headmistresses probably wouldn't poison them - at least, Forsyth and Emerald probably wouldn't. The jury was out on Parvana, for the simple reason that it was very likely that she wouldn't be so blatant about her attempts to kill people off. A genocide at the school under her control was simply not her style. Anyway, she was going to eat this damn thing, and all that paranoid shit could go to hell. However, this course of action was halted by someone stealing her breadstick! The one she had been aiming for, right under her nose! Right under her freakin' hand, never mind. How dumb could a person be?

"Excuse me," she said sarcastically, giving their costume a jaded once-over, "but you appear to have something of mine." She'd give them a moment to realise who she was; no one could ever say Morgan wasn't fair. It wouldn't take long for the natural order of things to reassert itself, and the breadstick would be making its way down to her stomach. Not even the most foolhardy of Freshmen could be stupid enough to try and seperate a hyena from her food, could they?

[[ whoa, morgan is rusty xD anyone, please! ]]

[Emilie Pham]

Emilie basically had to wreath through the huge crowd of people in order to find the source of food. She was starved. This morning, she woke up late enough to miss breakfast, and she dozed off for too long on top of that tree that she missed lunch, too. On top of that, she had to lose her change pocket, which is pretty much the only source of money that she has. Besides that long nap that she took this afternoon, she was having a pretty bad day.

She usually would careless to attend one of these.. things, whatever they were, but she had no money and she definitely could not stand to miss another meal. She realized after wreathing through these people, that her bangs were definitely way too long now. Maybe it was time to get a hair cut, or maybe dye her hair blonde. Or some other color. Whatever, those thoughts later, food now.

After that thought, she just happened to see out of the corner of her eye, a batch of some strange looking breadsticks. She pushed these stupid people aside; she definitely had to have one of those. "Excuse me! Coming through!" She accidentally stepped on a couple of feet while trying to get past. Now usually, she would stop and say sorry to every one of these feet that she stepped on, but she had no time. She was desperate to have one of those breadsticks.

As soon as she reached the seemingly far table, she grabbed the nearest breadstick available, and stuffed it in her mouth. She exclaimed loudly of satisfaction and stuffed another one in her mouth. She had almost forgotten what bread tasted like... Just then, someone had to interrupt her quality time with her food. This girl seemed to think that she 'stole' something of hers. How could that be when she had never spoken, much less seen this girl before? No matter, she didn't like the tone that she was using. The girl seemed to think that she was a superior over everybody else. Em raised her eyebrow and swallowed the rest of the bread down her throat. "Excuse me? I think you might have gotten the wrong person. I've never even seen you before, lady."

[Morgan Scott]

Briefly, Morgan contemplated getting her breadstick back by punching the girl in the stomach until she threw it up. She wouldn’t actually eat it at that point, but that was hardly the point, was it? It was not about a freaking breadstick. It had never been. There were, after all, several other breadsticks awaiting her attention at this table alone, and there were probably many more at the other tables dotted around the square. This was about teaching this disrespectful little squirt just how the school hierarchy worked. Not only was Morgan now a senior (and looking forward to abusing this position thoroughly over the next year), but she was unquestionably the most violently scary person at Nemare. Forget about Scar. Forget about Ursula. Forget about Jafar. The real villain to be afraid of was Shenzi, otherwise known as Morgan Scott. Where the ‘higher’ villains had elaborate plans, Morgan had her street-smart improvising. Where the other so-called lackeys had ‘follower’ branded into their foreheads, this hyena ran at the front of her pack. The kind of low-level menace that lesser villains were so good at was amplified in Morgan, to the point that most freshmen students fled when they saw her coming.

“You must be new,” she said with the kind of ‘friendly’ smile that was not really friendly at all. Looking the girl up and down, she resisted the urge to let her lip curl in disgust. Halloween was the best holiday in the year, and she had wasted it on some half-hearted attempt at a vaguely tribal sort of costume. It looked as though she had hastily thrown it together that afternoon, which to Morgan’s mind was almost a sin. What was the point of the headmistresses actually doing something cool for once if people simply weren’t going to make the effort? Her smile slowly faded, leaving behind something that was more like a half-hearted snarl, the kind an animal might give to shoo away an annoying cub. Her incisors were visibly bigger than normal, a state of affairs she and Shenzi agreed could only be helpful. “Let me give you some advice… gratis, sort of thing.”

She put a hand on her hip and smiled again, another one of those worrying friendly ones. “For the record, my name is Morgan.” Her dark eyes warned and don’t forget it, their valuable tip contrasting with her smile. “And you should know that if you get in my way again, I will hurt you. Badly. This may be a boarding school, but it’s not Hogwarts. I wont fire a spell at you. I will break your nose.” All this was said in a conversational tone, even bordering on the politely helpful. The words contrasted with her unfaltering smile, with her entire outward portrayal of friendliness. On a whim, the young woman added, “Welcome to the savannah.” She would have said 'jungle', but hyenas weren’t found in the jungle, were they?

Giving the girl a friendly pat on her upper arm, Morgan turned away and selected a breadstick, biting the top off with relish. As far as she was concerned, this conversation was over. If the girl had any questions or comments, she could go and bother someone else with them. Did she look like a freaking tour guide or something? No, not another moment of her Halloween would be wasted on this loser. She had given her the benefit of the doubt this time, only because she hadn’t recognised her and couldn’t be sure whether she really was new or just stupid, but that wouldn’t happen again. Now that she knew the rules, it was Morgan’s prerogative – nay, her duty – to get her back in line if she strayed. By any means deemed necessary.

[Emilie Pham]

Ooh, that smile and that tone of voice was all too familiar. This girl was looking down on her! Probably because of Em's size, she had to admit she's not the biggest or tallest girl around. Or maybe because of her last minute costume that she put on just to get something to eat? Oh, wait. This girl was looking down on her because she was new! She won't stand for this, the strong woman in her would never let this go. She's sick and tired of being treated like savages. Being new and does not mean that she was a savage! What does that word even mean anyway? Everyone is equal, Mother Nature made it that way. Everything has a spirit, has a name.

Wait, that means this one does too. According to her inner spirit, this girl, whose name was Morgan, was probably an animal. Huh. That's interesting. She took a step closer to Morgan and eyed her head to toe. She contemplated a little, circling around Morgan, observing her more, as if she were something strange. She then stopped in her tracks. "Huh!" It sounded like she made an astounding discovery. Firstly, that her canines look huge. That means her spirit's a carnivore... All sorts of carnivores that live in the Savannah passed through her head, but she couldn't narrow it down enough. Mostly because she couldn't remember a lot of carnivores. She mostly was interested in the smaller kinds of animals, though bears were magnificent, too. In fact, Em could probably say that bears were her favourite animal.

Anyways, back on topic. Morgan said something about the Savannah, and that struck a bell in her head. Savannah was in the... Africa somewhere, right? Wherever that place is, it was nothing like the jungle. She saw it on the Animal Planet once! Unfortunately, that was all that she could remember. That and the fact that elephants were there. Seeing an elephant was her dream come true! However, from the looks of it, Em decided that Morgan was no elephant. Do elephants even have teeth? Anyway, they're herbivores, and Morgan was a carnivore. Maybe she's a lion! So many thoughts were passing through Em's head.

"I've never been to the Savannah before, but that fact will change. I can't say that I liked your greeting very much, no, not at all." She put her hands on her hips and clucked her tounge. Em has gotten her nose broken before, so she wasn't worried about that so much... Even though she knows that she probably will get into a fight, her curiosity got the better of her. A real Savannah animal! Something that she's never connected to before, so she felt the necessity to do so. "Well, Morgan, I'm Em. You're right, I'm new. But you know that thing you said about the Savannah, can you tell me more?"