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tripled_mods) wrote in ddd_news2010-08-03 08:27 pmAPPLICATIONS -- 2010; 001
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tripled_mods) wrote in ddd_news2010-08-03 08:27 pm
p3
To no avail.
It was inevitable. When Edward motioned for Robert to try, and Giselle awoke with Robert's kiss, Edward's heart broke into a million pieces right there. Feeling nothing but sadness well up in his heart, Edward had smiled to hide it - pretending that he was alright, that this was okay. But here was Giselle, the partner to his heart's duet, the love of his life - kissing another man. Edward had no time to sulk, however, as Narissa seemed to be furious - and right then and there transformed into a dragon, taking Robert hostage and literally knocking Edward back.
When Edward finally came to, he heard from Nathaniel and Nancy that the dragon and Giselle were on the rooftop, and with frightened eyes he made his way outside. Giselle had his sword, and he could do nothing to help, that is, until Pip came along. Releasing him, Edward watched as the small chipmunk caused the dragon to fall to its demise - along with Robert and Giselle.
Momentarily worried, he was relieved when he saw the two safe on a rooftop.. once more sucking face. His heart broke again, and when he realized that he was the only one still outside, he went back into the ballroom. Confusion clouding his features when he saw Nancy on the floor, holding Giselle's shoe, he stepped forward, and asking her if he may put the shoe on - he declared that it was a 'perfect fit'.
Edward didn't mind being heartbroken, but to see a maiden like Nancy so sad simply would not do. Therefore, wanting to put a smile on her face, he took her back to Andalasia, and they were wedded - with Robert and Giselle remaining in the strange world of New York.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Personality:
Edward is, in essence, as problematic and as much of a gentleman as any prince can be. As strange as it sounds, he sings duets (of the romantic persuasion), fights for his love with expert swordsmanship, and believes in the everlasting power of true love's kiss. Certain that his purpose is to protect the damsel in distress with whom is in his care, Edward would do anything to save her - even go through mortal dangers and life and death (even if said mortal danger is a public transportation vehicle). Other than being the most romantic purple-maroon knight ever, Edward's also got a protective streak to him. Get close to the person he loves and he would most likely kick your ass. Literally. With that boot of his. Hurt someone he loves, and he'll use his sword in ways you didn't think could be possible until he did it to you. Really.
With his home being the cartoon world of Andalasia, Edward could easily be described as 'not quite the brightest bulb in a hotel'. This is, of course, in figurative language. In fact, his intelligence could be questioned sometimes, when one considers the fact that he does not wish to be at the throne as King of Andalasia, and barely notices the scorn and hate his mother has for him deep down. Logic does not come naturally to Edward, either, considering the fact that he had, at some point, stabbed at the top of a bus and declared the people inside 'free from the steel beast'. Edward is so out of touch with the world outside of his, that mere television seems to him as the famed magic mirror of fairy tales, and things such as pain and misery mean nothing to him. Edward desires only love, singing, dancing, a mirror, and a comb to keep his hair the way he likes it. It's harder to maintain than you think.
p4 AND STILL NOT DONE PFFFF
What with Edward's princely status, he's a narcissist. Most often, he doesn't even notice that he thinks far too highly of himself, and doesn't realize when he's showing or stating this out right - no matter how embarrassing it is. Even if he is the most handsome and charming of them all (don't deny it), most people don't appreciate it when he flaunts that about. Edward even calls other people around him 'peasants'. He's vain, that's for sure, vain enough to look at his reflection in the shine of a sword, if he must.
Edward, in essence, is a true, big-hearted prince through and through, and despite his supposed naivety in regards to the real world, has enough bravado and gusto to make up for it. He always believes in the good of things, and will always believe in the amazing power of true love - and the kiss that comes with it.
LOOK IT'S P5 but i'm not done yet 'cause i'm lazy
ALSO, HE IS ADORABLE. Yay.
Additional Links: Hum-drum. Um.
The Enchanted Wikipedia Page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enchanted_(film))
First Person (entry type):
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... This keyboard is amazing!Fair Robert Philip of New York City has told me that if faced with a problem, you may 'blog' about it on the Internet (which, I believe, is run by fairies - even if Robert tells me strange things of 'electricity' and 'gears'). I, therefore, have taken it upon my wonderful self to try out this suggestion, as the man who married sweet Giselle must have some sense in him somewhere, even if he tells me strange things.
Now, the reason I'm writing this is because of a simple problem.
My mirror is gone.
My magic mirror is gone.
Oh, how I loved that mirror! It was rather interesting on how I could control it with a simple black little box, and how pressing the little red button on the upper left would let me see my reflection, and not some horrific face Snow White tells me appears in her mother's mirror! I told Nancy never to touch it, though I believe she must be at some point - when I pressed the red button a few days ago, it was in a scene of love and romance, and Nancy always tells me to stop switching scenes when it comes to love romance.
It's not quite gentlemanly to accuse your wife of treachery to magic mirrors, so it is, more than anything, not her. It cannot be her!
Nancy told me once that the mirror (which she insists on calling 'television' - these New Yorkers have such strange vocabulary) needed to be 'repaired because you kept using it, Edward', and aside from the fact that she forgot my title, I was stricken. The mirror was not cracked, nor was it touched by evil hands, so I don't see how it could be broken. This is the last piece of evidence I have as to the whereabouts of my beloved magic mirror, and I really do wonder where it is.
Clues so far: Nancy says it's a television. Nancy watches it. Nancy says it must be fixed.
Conclusion: A troll ate it.
Those trolls!
Rejected