Welcome to Walt Academy…
Welcome to Walt Academy, School for Advanced Learning and Discipline. Here, we take the most disrespectful and derelict children and form them into proper members of society. Whether it be a spoiled princess or a rowdy prince, we will give them the highest form of education and guide them through their reckless phases and return them to you as intelligent and productive young adults. And if your child is already perfect, let us give them the best education possible and guarantee them bright futures.
This is Walt Academy – any fairytale’s worst nightmare. It says in the brochure that they’ll correct the bad habits, but really, it’s just like any other boarding school – easy to get around the rules. Every student has something to hide, some reason to be there, some kind of “bad” habit. That’s why they’re all here, stuck behind this brick walled jail disguised as a boarding school in Scotland.
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Desired Role: Berlioz
A lot could happen in three months. Three months was how long it took Hannah to show. Three months is how long he’d been at Walt. Three months was how long he’d been in the hospital, stuck in an uncomfortable vinyl chair, next to the only person who mattered. Three months healing, three months without words. Three months, and Berlioz was hollow. Simply a shell of a human being, all the sadness and ache he carried within him crashing at the walls of who he was, until nothing remained but a cool numbness. Almost as cold as his daughter’s hand, which he held day after day, waiting for her to speak. Waiting for her to wake up. Waiting for her to be warm.
Your Name: Monica
Desired Role: Prince Eric
Any Changes You’d Like In The Role?: I’d like to change the FC to Beau Mirchoff, please.
Back to the academy, Eric couldn’t possibly fathom what was to come. Outside looking at the majestic lines of the Walt Academy building, he was reminded of the reason why he was really there - to marry the right girl. When he left for this visit back home, his heart was weirdly damaged. Supposedly, he was now married to a girl his heart didn’t quite beat for, when really all he wanted was to be married to someone else he couldn’t have. Eric wasn’t intending on telling his parents about the marriage in Vegas, because as much as his parents and he wanted, he wasn’t really married. Or at least that’s what he thought, because the thought of it was much too scary to even consider. Then, Sally, the girl he started to feel something for was dating someone else before he had left, but now there were some rumors that they had broken up and Eric was ready to get back into action, which caused the corner of his lips to turn upwards with full confidence as he entered the building.
Walking down the hallway, he greeted some familiar faces, but there was one particular face he was interested in seeing. After spotting a familiar red-head, he walked towards her and confirmed it was Sally. Of course it was Sally. The way she walked could be noticed from miles away, no kidding. She walked lightly, slowly, her hair always dancing as she moved. “Hey, Sal.” He said smoothly. ”I was thinking that maybe you could join us tonight at the Bonfire Night. What do you say?” He asked lightly, hoping she’d say yes. Eric knew how good looking he was, and his firtatious ways always made girls fall head over heels for him, but there was something dark and exciting about Sally, and that was exactly what he was searching for. A little adventure never hurt anyone. Except Vegas. That should have never happened. Not that Meg wasn’t fine - she was more than fine - but, she really couldn’t care less about him, right?
Desired Role: Snow White
Snow’s makeup brush was soft against her alabaster colored skin. The bristles were long worn out, but she never felt the need to go out and buy herself another one. She wasn’t her step mom who had a thousand blush compacts and eye pencils made from the finest brands in Paris and it wasn’t as if she wore a heap of makeup everyday. Her father’s words rung like a bell in her head. "You have your mother’s natural beauty." The girl felt like caking her face with foundation and heavy, greasy substances would only be letting him down in some way. And it would be a pain to wash off at night before going to bed.