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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Agrabah
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Maddie was taking in all the sights. The vibrant attires, the exotic music, the spread of food most of which he'd never even seen before, and the Palace. Here he was, an orphan of 18 years, with his father, boyfriend, and friends, in a Palace in another land at a party. Maddie was never one to care for parties, as a matter of fact it had only truly occurred to him that he was stuck at one surrounded by guards. He was so entranced with the idea of a secret mission to infiltrate and steal that he didn't think of the in between steps. His eyes began to dart from side to side like a caged animal searching for an escape. His chest felt tight as if he couldn't breathe and then Willow grasped his arm.

Maddie took a sharp breath in and his eyes fixed on her. He listened to what she'd said before following her eyeline and seeing Rumple. [Color=99CC00]"I can't be here."[/color] His mind was racing at a million miles per hour, but he tried to focus on what Willow and Colby were saying. He thought about his last encounter with Rumple, the crows that broke into his room, the storm of feathers that ruined an otherwise beautiful moment between him and Colby. Quickly his fear began to turn to rage, coupled with his anxiety it left a burning feeling inside of his throat that spread warmth down towards his chest. As if he was holding back a guttural scream. [Color=99CC00]"Food. It's furthest away and easiest to blend in. We shouldn't stray too far apart from each other."[/color]