They Weren't Kidding.. (open)

[Vanessa Ursula Black]

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The birds were singing cheerfully, outside Vanessa's window while she was sleeping. Or so they thought before a hushed tone was heard from beneath the bedsheets and they were turned into mist. Going straight into her shell necklace. "I hate the sound of singing birds in the morning." She muttered to herself, sitting up letting the sheets fall into her lap. To reveal her with her ebony pixie hair messed up all over her head. Running her pale red nail polished fingers through it, she looked out the window with a sigh. "Another glourious morning. Bah!" Vanessa scoffed, getting out the bed. Walking towards the window, she pulled the purple curtains shut. Blocking the sun, well, trying to. It still shined through making the seventeen year old Witch mutter out a curse. Throwing them open, she cringed putting a hand over her ice blue eyes. Her skin was absolutely white against the sun, since she liked being in the dark mostly. Walking away from the window towards the bathroom, she pulled off her nightshirt tossing it into the hamper before closing the door behind her. She needed her shower in the morning.

Few moments later, she amerged clean and refreshed with a small smile on her face. Vanessa went straight into her closet, after grabbing some underwear. Only to come out a bit later, fully dressed, smoothing down her skirt. Now, for hair and makeup. Grabbing the eyeliner, she did her cat eyes and then, snatching the lipstick, she put the Russian Red on her full pouty lips. Happy with her look, she winked at herself as she moved on to her hair. She put a good amount of gel into her hands, put them together before running them through her black hair. Just going for the wild rebel pixie look. As always.

And right as soon as she was going to leave her dorm room, someone rapidly knocked on her door. Having a feeling who it would be, she put on a innocent look opening the door. It was yet another pathetic soul. And one that didn't even go to the Academy too. The girl was in need of a makeover but her eyes were very beautiful despite glasses being over them. Seeing them just made Vanessa fill up with jealousy. Then again, the feeling faded when she realized that this girl wouldn't be able to hold up her end. "Of course, I can help you, sweet cakes." She said, with a sickly sweet voice letting the girl in and locking the door.

One hour later, the girl walked out the room with no pimples on her face, glasses gone, and body fully devolped since she was nothing but a twig before. But, when she gave up with her smarts since she was sick of boys running from her because she was always smarter then them. So, now she had three days to get this guy she likes to ask her out. If he doesn't, she belongs to Vanessa. "Have fun now, deary!" She wished the soul, with a wave as she went the other way with a frown. Rolling her eyes. She got out of the dormitory and went out onto the grounds. Getting close to the fountian, she sat on the stone of it. Waiting for her two most loyal followers to come to her with some news.

[Sydney Lynn Amzy]

Waking up in the morning had never been one of Sydney's favorite things to do. In fact, if she had to pick, it was probably on the top of things Syd hates to do list. Probably the very first if she was going to sit there and debate about it with herself. Waking up had no appeal. Generally she always woke up in the middle of one of the best dreams ever, where she was being worshipped by all the little peasents who she couldn't be bothered to care about. Really, with dreams like that, who wanted to wake up? Most certainly not Sydney. Sydney pilled back the cuccumbers she put her eyes night after night to keep her eyes looking fresh, and not baggy and dark. This started Sydney's morning ritual of getting dressed. It was a long process that seemed to take forever, which was always causing her to be late for classes. Especially since Sydney did not wake up at a time which would allow her to be to class on time. She simply did not care about classes. What were they going to teach her that she would find useful anyways? She was a potions master, in spirit and in truth. She had been taught from the time she was little. Sure some of her potions weren't the best, and they tended to turn people into fuzzy animals, but she had engenious plans to go along with her potions, so surely that made up for things.

Sydney started with a shower, which she took quickly that morning. Next was her home made creams, which she made to help keep her face and skin looking and feeling flawless. Next came the make-up. She brushed on a light powder base, to help make everything else seem more natural then anything really. Next she artisticly applied eyeshadow, eyeliner and her mascara. The next step in her make up was the lipstick, which she made quick work off. Sydney grabbed her nail polish and painted each finger nail a purple color- after all it was her favorite color. By the time she finished with her make up, her hair was damp, and so she ran her fingers through it to help the drying process. She rarely used a blow drier because she did not want to damage her hair. Her hair was delicate, she liked to say. It required little styling since it tended to style itself. Good hair. Once she was down with the make up, she went to her closest.

Normally people choose their outfit first and then applied their make up and did their hair, however, since Sydney wore a lot of the same colors day after day, she didn't have to worry about the two clashing. She pulled out her bra and underwear, a long purple tank top, a tutu skirt, and tights. She scrunched the bottom of the tank top up a little to end just a bit after the tutu started. The tights had a cool looking design on them and she slipped into them easily enough. After she was dressed, Sydney put several rings on both hands, and slide her braceletts and necklace on. Once she was dressed, she made sure to grab her sunglasses, put them and her boots on. She made sure to grab the key to the dorm room as she closed the door behind her.

Sydney wasn't really sure what she was going to be doing for the rest of the day, but she knew she was probably going to seek out her best friend, Vanessa- who housed the spirit of Ursula. Sydney almost walked across the courtyard before she noticed that her friend was actually there. Sydney quickly joined her friend and hopped up onto the stone wall beside her. " I've decided there are one too many peasents around here. " Peasents wasn't a word Sydney had used often before, until the spirit of Yzma had been found inside her. Sydney said this as a group of, well whatever they wanted to call themselves, scurried away from where she and Vanessa were sitting.

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[Vanessa Ursula Black]

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Vanessa was looking down at her red nails, making sure that they were not chipped, waiting. She was about to see if she could lure someone, when she heard someone come up beside her. Looking up, she smile softly at her best friend, Sydney, who held the spirit of Yzma within her. "Morning, Sydney." She greeted her, watching her sit next to her. " I've decided there are one too many peasents around here. " Hearing that made a evil smirk cross her red lips. "I agree. But, don't worry. There will be one less mermaid waltzing around her within the next few days." She told her, eyeing the once smart now dumb as a doornail girl, by the guy she told her that she was going to get. Just for the Witch to realize that it was a dumb move on the girl's part. Because that guy liked smart girls since he had enough dumb bimbos to last him a lifetime. And of course, she happened to notice the group of students run when they saw the two teenage girls, sitting at the fountain. She couldn't help but, laugh softly.

"But, see the brunette, throwing herself at Devon over there?" Vanessa asked, her friend, motioning over at the girl that she 'helped' this morning. The poor guy was being nice but, it was easy to tell that he wanted to be left alone. "The pathetic girl used to be the smartest girl in school. But, she decided that she didn't want to be alone for the rest of the school year because of them. So, she came to me this morning and asked me to take her smarts away, only for her to be pretty. I told her if she got Devon within three days that she'll stay pretty forever. If not, she's mine." She explained, and as she got to the last sentence, her fingers were lighly touching her shell. She could just hear the girl's scream now. "The little tramp won't know what hit her." Vanessa hissed out, her ice blue eyes glaring at the girl. She was prone to calling other girls tramps at times. Well, pretty much when the time calls for it since she found out that she had the Sea Witch's spirit in her. Especially, when the word mermaid or merfolk.

So, both her and Sydney said things that they figured that their spirits would say. Syd, with calling others peasants and herself, with calling them merfolk, mermaids. Amoung other things too. Crossing her legs at the knees, she happened to notice her best friend's outfit. They were the only two in the school that wore purple 24/7. Vanessa smiled at her. "Lovely outfit, my twin." She said, having a feeling that they were called the Purple Twins. Plus, if their spirits likes the color purple and wore it in some way, that would explain them wearing to so much.






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[Sydney Lynn Amzy]

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Syndey and Vanessa were both prone to speak like the spirits that dwelled within them. Of course, this was nothing new to this school. It was a common thing, she'd learned, that the students, and even the teachers, here did. They stepped into the roles they were meant to with abuldence. It hadn't been too hard for Syndey to step into the role of Yzma, and she knew Vanessa had had no problem with being the sea witch. Syndey had only had the trouble coming with the grips that she wasn't a nice person, which really, wasn't all that surprising to her, it was just a different change in how she looked at herself. Her grandparents had always tried telling her she was a good girl, that she just didn't know better because of how her father had let her be raised. That her mother would have been appalled, blah blah blah. Excuses, Syndey had come to realize early on, meant nothing to her.

Syndey grinned at Vanessa's words. One less person, well she said mermaid but that was moot point. Sydney had always been one for the wide schemes, however, doing things one at a time was just as good. Syndey looked over tot he brunette Vanessa was talking about. Poor unforunate little girl, she thought to herself. Vanessa was a master at tricking other people, and she knew this was the case with this girl. It was reasonable to assume that the people around here did not learn lessons from the fallen, or anyone else for that matter. One would think with a reputation such as Vanessa's, people would want to stay away, but it only ever seemed to bring more people to Syndey's best friend. It amazed Syndey to a degree, not a very big degree since she saw most people as idiots. The peasents couldn't even think of a way to save themselves from anything, they always had to go to someone else, someone with power.

" Brillant. I do so enjoy watching tragdy fall on people excepting butterflies and roses." She commented watching the couple up ahead. " It just makes my day so much better." Syndey turned her attention away from the people back to her friend. " Do you have any more clients today, that you know of?" Syndey asked, thinking about things they could possibly do to pass away the rest of the day. Mostly, she was thinking of a little fun with her potions and accidently spelling them into unsuspecting drinks and watch the mayham spread as people were turned into all sorts of things.

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MUSICyzmopolis-eartha kitt
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NOTEsorry it took me forever and a day to reply. i'm ardtarded >_<
CREDITisa the great

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