-The Place: Disneyland and California Adventure in Anaheim, California-
Frollo: What, in all that is holy, was going on?! This most assuredly was not Paris! The tall, darkly cloaked figure blinked in confusion at the sights all around him. It was completely overwhelming with all the bright colors, loud noises and the people...Good Lord these people were unlike any he had ever encountered before. They were oddly dressed and also had strange accents when they spoke. The even stranger part was that no one really seemed to think much of his appearance as out of the ordinary. It was obvious his medieval riding attire stood out amongst all this modern madness, but these people hardly paid him any mind. If anything they seemed happy to see him. Some would even approach him, asking to pose for pictures or get his autograph in a book that had a large mouse on the front. It was the most absurd thing he had ever experienced!
The last memory he had of his own world was hunting down a gypsy woman with stolen goods. His horse was in hot pursuit, he was barreling down, so close...when suddenly all went black. The snowy cold world of medieval Paris was replaced with the gaudy noise of this confusing place. Weaving through the crowd, even running a little, the judge found himself in front of a very large building. A dilapidated-looking building at that! A sign posted near it read: Twilight Zone Tower of Terror. What the devil kind of nonsense was that?! Sounds of screams could be heard, causing him to cast his dark eyes upward to see a door slide open, some kind of metal contraption inside with people sitting and then it instantly fell. People were waiting in line to go inside this place. How strange? Why would anyone actually wait to be dropped? What a strange world this place was!
There were some empty benches a few ways down from this attraction. Not too many people were in that area, which pleased Frollo greatly. Such various thoughts were swirling within him as to how he got here, wherever here was and was he the only one from his world. Regardless of his predicament, he was looking for some quiet time, away from these obnoxious locals. Little did he know his solitude would not last long...
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Esmeralda: It had been such a long night...running away from Frollo's guards was a normal occurrence for her, but ever since the festival that morning, and with the aid of Quasimodo helping her escape, she had been on the run for her life that entire evening when the Miller's house was burned to the ground before her. Saving Phoebus and leaving him with Quasimodo was the best idea she had so far, and her aching body was desiring a bed far more than anything else. She had to obey. Resting on her small wooden bed, Djali jumping up to rest at the foot of the bed, Esmeralda closed her emerald eyes and drifted off into the welcoming darkness that sleep provided.
She had not at all expected to be waken to the sounds of screams! Esmeralda bolted up, thinking with a horrible, sick twisting motion in her stomach that Frollo had finally found the Court of Miracles! However, upon awakening to see that she was not even close to being in the Court, or Paris for that matter, Esmeralda rose to her bronze feet and looked around her...this was not her time...and what was with the doors opening to that building and then...THEY FELL! Oh god!
Esmeralda looked frightened as she stepped back, for it did not help that she was unable to read or write, for if she had, it would have been made known to her that this was indeed not a place or terror, but happiness. The gypsy dancer backed away from the tower as she headed off down a path, trying to remain calm, but the screams had her so on edge that she had lost her footing, and fell onto the lap of a man sitting on a bench. "Forgive me I was-" she began to apologize, but her eyes went wide at once upon seeing exactly who the stranger was. Frollo!
Esmeralda jumped out of his lap, and jumped once more when the screams echoed from the building again. What the hell was going on here!? The closer she looked at this man, he was...younger than Frollo; he was not in his robes at all; but the hat and the bone structure seemed to be the same. Was he another Minister she had never seen before?
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Frollo: Far down the beaten path, Frollo was able to find a bench to sit down, relax a little and collect his thoughts. Even the screams of that strange plummeting attraction were now off in the distance as well. There was a lot of greenery in this area, a sign had mentioned something about A Bug's Life...what?! For a moment the judge sat still, trying to make sense of everything. Was this a dream perhaps? Everything seemed far too real to be a figment of the imagination.
Sitting quietly, head bent down in his gloved hands, he was unaware of someone walking closer. So absorbed in his thoughts that he never even heard a sound. Without warning he felt someone fall right into his lap. Completely shaken at the suddenness he glanced down just as the person began to apologize. Their voice held a slight hint of huskiness, yet clearly was feminine. His gaze was met with the most mesmerizing emerald eyes he had ever encountered. It left him momentarily spellbound, he could not even speak as his voice had failed him. His gloved hands supported the girl in his lap, his eyes searching her delicate features. For some bizarre reason he noted that she too was studying him intently. Before he could say anything the girl sprung from his lap, it made him produce a small grunt. Unaware to both of them, the locals were observing them, slowly moving in to come closer.
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Esmeralda: People would stare, but then they would simply carry on as if they were supposed to be there. They were dressed so oddly too, and that was coming from her experiences in seeing the crazy gear Clopin would wear! Emerald eyes glanced to Frollo once more as they narrowed in nothing but disgust and sickness. She hated this man, and she had seen the horror he had set Paris in a blaze for...her. Why? Why would he destroy her beautiful city for the sake of one gypsy? She had humiliated him and defied him...she would be damned if he did not get the same treatment here.
But this wasn't Frollo, although he looked so much like the man back in Paris. His body was well built, and she could feel strength in the arms that held her in his lap. He was staring at her with such intensity, she got up from his lap, taking at the well defined legs of this man. Esmeralda glanced away as people started coming in close, making her step towards the side of where a green path seemed to lead else where.
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Frollo: Rising slowly to stand, his dark eyes continued to stare at her from beneath the brim of his hat. They narrowed slightly, realizing upon further inspection that this girl appeared to be of gypsy descent. How most perplexing! To journey from pursuing one gypsy woman in his own time to now be faced with another here...in this modern world. This particular gypsy he had never seen before. Certainly he would remember seeing such an exquisite beauty such as she before. Why would the Lord place him in such a situation like this? Was it a test...a game...torture... punishment?
The strangely dressed locals were moving closer to the both of them. The look on these people was one of pure excitement, they appeared quite happy to see both he and this gypsy girl standing together, as if they knew who exactly they were. How was that possible? The people then began to snap pictures on strange small contraptions. They also began explaining they wanted them to pose together. Some even moved closer to pose with the both of them.
"What the devil are you all doing? Be gone and leave us be!"
His deep voice growled through gritted teeth towards these people, but it proved pointless. It actually seemed to encourage them to move closer, they were completely amused by it all. They continued approaching making Frollo follow suit with the girl and take a step back as well. From the corner of his eye the judge glanced towards the gypsy to see her reaction to this crowd closing in on them. He wished to know about this girl, but now was not the time. The trail behind them through that Bug's Life area was beckoning to them to beat feet and run.
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Esmeralda: Stepping back and looking over her bare shoulders, Esmeralda briefly heard one person pipe up and ask about something called Hellfire, as she held up a device, and all of a sudden, Frollo's voice came out, singing about...someone who had raven hair...like fire, hellfire? This burning desire? What was this!? Esmeralda seemed to understand and with a sickening feeling again, that this was meant for her. Esmeralda turned her head away and bolted into a maze, her bare feet slapping against the ground, as she would jump and dodge over benches in an attempt to get away from the new minister and this madness!
Upon coming out of it, Esmeralda saw another way out which seemed to lead into another area of the place she was thrust into. People would call her name, but she would keep walking as she passed through these metals gates, and made it into, what appeared to her, to be a small little town called Main Street.
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Frollo: Hearing his own voice emit from some little hand-held device caused Frollo to stop dead in his tracks. It was clearly his voice, but the words he was singing...yes, singing...he did not understand nor did he remember ever once uttering. A name was also mentioned in this evil song...Esmeralda. Eyes widened further as he glanced over at at the gypsy girl. She wore a disgusted, horror-filled face. NO! He knew he should somehow explain himself, but he did not get that chance. The gypsy took off running through the foliage maze. A sneer darkened his face, directed at these insufferable locals as he too took off running after her.
Frollo did not realize she had veered off down another path, losing sight of her momentarily. The judge just kept running for the time being. The more he ran, the further away he was able to escape the crowd. The whole situation seemed so absurd for he, Judge Frollo, to be the one running away from anything. However, it disturbed him to the very core how these people knew so much about both he and this gypsy girl. How could these people who were strangers to him know so much about his life?
Stepping out from the Bug's Life area, in the far distance he could just briefly catch a glimpse of the gypsy. More of those locals gasped at seeing him, beginning to close in on him. Through clenched teeth he violently shoved past them, starting his run again.
"Out of my way, idiots!"
For some bizarre reason his words produced laughter from these people. He had just insulted them and they found that funny? These people truly were idiots! Regardless, his mind was only focused on catching up to the gypsy dancer. The dark cloak and red sash of his hat streamed behind him wildly. He looked completely deranged in this mad dash of his!
In his pursuit he was led into an separate section of this world, it was called Disneyland. Uniformed locals snickered as he ran by, having seen Esmeralda pass through not that long ago. The whole park had slowly become abuzz at their activity. It was pure enjoyment for everyone! Frollo stood amongst the middle of Main Street, eyes darting about wildly, seeking out the gypsy. The decor was that of orange and pumpkins, including a huge one in the shape of a mouse in the center of it all. What utter madness was all this!
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Esmeralda: Esmeralda stopped and looked around at the apparent shops around her, her emerald eyes would glimpse in here and there at certain things that seemed to catch her interest. The first thing she could not deny was the fact that there was a store with moving puppets in them, reminding her most of all of home as she stepped closer to give them a look.
There was a beautiful woman dressed in yellow, dancing with a beast-like creature, as well as a mermaid, happy and flipping her tail as she smiled. It was the dancer in red that caused Esmeralda to stop in her tracks. Of course, she knew very well who this was...and the stage; it was she herself.
It was her favorite time of year, the Festival of Fools, and her most prized dress; her crimson red one, with her matching gold and ruby tiara. Next to her was her dancing goat Djali. How she suffered in that moment of missing home. The streets however, reminded her if even a little of the streets she once danced in. Placing a hand on the glass that prevented herself from touching her spinning form. Esmeralda heard, once again those infernal camera's go off, but she didn't have the heart to fight them off right now. They were not causing her any harm, and seemed more or less curious.
Emerald eyes glanced above to see pumpkin-like faces carved all over, and it made the dancer wonder if it was fall, or even close to her favorite holiday, All Hallows Eve. Wandering down the streets, she would hear music playing from no where, and wondered where the musicians were, as she saw a huge castle in front of her. It was stunning! A smile crossed her features as she walked over the wooden draw bridge, and turned to see that she could walk into the castle. Lifting the hem of her skirt a little, she walked into the castle, and there was a beautiful story being told of a princess named Aurora. She tried to listen, but her body felt like it was on edge for something...she was alone in the castle it seemed, but her back felt like there were eyes on it.
Peering over her bare shoulder, she saw nothing, and she carried on with her senses up, peering into what looked liked a dungeon. She placed her hand on the stone walls and watched as little demon-like things seemed to dance around a huge fire. She heard someone cackling, and fell back into someone, as the shadow of a woman with large horns appeared on the wall opposite of her!
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Frollo: Slowly this world was taking its toll on the judge. Nothing made any sense! Snickers and whispered gossip could be heard all around him the moment he even came in contact with this gypsy girl. That name Esmeralda would continue to dance amongst the lips of these people, intermingling with his own name. Clearly Esmeralda was the girl's name, but who was she, why did everyone seem to know everything about the both of them? Even she appeared to know who he was, those damn smoldering eyes of hers had searched his very soul! This all had to be the work of the devil, perhaps this was Hell where he was placed upon, but why? All his life he had served the Lord, everything he did was in His name. Why would He punish him in such a cruel manner?
His aimless wandering brought him to a glass window display, there were various figures...dolls inside that actually moved about on their own accord. One in particular made him gasp rather loudly. It was an awfully good likeness of that gypsy girl...Esmeralda. She wore a red dress, a goat was dancing beside her. The setting around her was that of that infernal Festival of Fools. His gloved hands tightened into fists. Whirling around, back on to the oddly paved street, his cloaked form began to run in the direction of the castle. He demanded answers to all this nonsense, that gypsy had better explain herself!
The closer he came towards the castle made him scoff at its gaudiness. The King of France himself would rather die a painful death than to be seen in such a pink, deplorable mess! Everything else around him spoke volumes of how modern it all was. It made him wonder if perhaps the gypsy Esmeralda had ventured towards the castle as well. At this point he really had nothing to lose, he also was growing irritated by the second at the locals that had the nerve to make snide comments of his riding attire. Damn them all! His darkly clad form hurried along past the drawbridge, music could be heard, something about, "when you wish upon a star". It made the judge roll his eyes in disgust, but once passing through his gaze widened at the medieval-looking village. The locals however took notice of him, immediately turning on him with those metal contraptions that caused small sparks of lightning. Gritting his teeth, he dashed quickly to the side, disappearing in through the castle. Shoving the wooden door closed, he propped up a trash receptacle, barring the entry way. The castle interior was dimly lit, some kind of story was being told in the form of pictures through the glass. His boots resounded rather loudly as he moved along the narrowed staircase. Thankfully there was no one else in here to bother him. It was much like his own private dark sanctuary.
Half paying attention to all that was going on around him, he was nearing the end of the attraction. There was a scene where the evil witch turned herself into a dragon, spewing forth fire. The scene after showed the prince and princess kissing. Frollo stood with a small frown, gazing at the cheery scene with contempt when he felt someone fall into him. Cackling laughter was heard at the same time. His gloved hands instinctively reached up to grab hold of the person. Realization seized him immediately, it was the gypsy Esmeralda. "You!" Even in the dark, those emerald eyes of hers pierced him. His hold tightened a little on her shoulders, bringing her up against the wall. The window beside them was that of the kissing scene.
"Why did you run from me, gypsy? You know something, just like those locals do. Who are you?" His eyes locked with hers, searching her delicate features. His body slightly pressed into hers, determined to receive answers from her.
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Esmeralda: Frollo! Now there was no doubt at all in her mind that this was none other than Judge Frollo himself. But he appeared to be so young, and in his riding attire, he looked so...those arms and legs, the apex of his- God! What was she doing? Esmeralda scolded herself for mentally checking him out, and to her disgust, admiring this younger Frollo's well toned body. Feeling his gloves on her bare shoulders, the material was soft, but his grip, like she remembered was forceful. It shocked Esmeralda none the less, to hear him ask two very stupid questions. Did he not know her?
"I never thought you would be so idiotic, Judge Frollo. You know very well why I ran from you." her eyes narrowed as she remembered his threat in Notre Dame. "I have no idea how we got here, but I'm pretty sure you remember me from the festival of fools; I danced into your lap, and made you look like a fool twice." Esmeralda shot back, just as the cackle scared Esmeralda again, causing her to arch a little into Frollo, since he had her pinned to the wall with his hands. Inside, Esmeralda was thanking God in heaven he was not pressing his entire body against her...oh, God he was...
Esmeralda turned her head away from looking into his eyes as she willed her traitor of a body to relax and calm down.
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Frollo: How dare this harlot even say such things in his presence! When she turned her eyes from him his gloved hand reached up to close around her neck. Not tight enough to choke, but merely to force her to keep her eyes on him.
"I have no recollection of what you are referring to, my dear. I think I would remember if some bewitching siren gyrated into my lap in front of all of Paris! The last memory of my world was hunting down a gypsy woman through the snow who had stolen goods."
Once the cackling laughter emitted again, the girl pressed herself slightly more into him. The heat of this girl's body was radiating through her, he could feel it even through his velvet cloak. It sent a very curious stirring through him, one he had not experienced, not quite like this before. Oh, mon Dieu!
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Esmeralda: Esmeralda had to turn her head to look at him, as his gloved hand clasped around her neck. "Imagining another rope around my beautiful neck?" Esmeralda shot back, as she lifted her hands and could only get them to reach up to his chest. She struggled against him, his grunting, and her sounds of trying to escape danced off of the walls as she arched into him, trying to get him to release his hold on her.
"You don't remember my kiss? I'm insulted." Esmeralda said as she could use this tight space to her advantage. Lifting her legs up, she wrapped them around Frollo, and pushed back, causing him to let go of her neck, as she pressed him then into the opposite wall, her legs now slightly bare as she held the upper hand. "Don't play games with me Frollo."
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Frollo: This was completely absurd, but good Lord, why was he also secretly enjoying it? She was the devil's daughter, taunting him further into the pits of Hell. He should just shove her aside and flee, but where he would go? He was trapped in this world where the locals mocked their supposed history. Her legs suddenly wrapped around him, pushing him off of her and into the opposite wall. Such fieriness in her mixed with that damn annoying cackle filled him with an all consuming rage, there was no way he would back down now!
A low growl rose up in his throat as he pounced with a rather inhuman force towards her. It sent them both sprawling down onto the stone ground. He struggled with her, eventually pinning her down, his body pressed on top of her. His hat had been thrown off in the process, dark silvery hair was in disarray, he appeared like some wild beast above her.
"I remember nothing of this, gypsy, but if you wish to refresh my memory I will not object!"
Something clearly snapped within him at that moment. A mixture of his confusion with this world, his anger from how he felt with dealing with gypsy vermin before being pulled from his own world and now this temptress before him claiming she shared something intimate with him. Her soft bare shoulders and legs were driving him literally insane in a matter of seconds. His lips sought hers out like someone who had been stranded in the desert, parched of thirst. There was a fiery sensation the moment they made contact, it was a dizzying, delicious feeling. A small moan rose up from him.
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Esmeralda: Esmeralda had not expected him to jump her and as she fell to the ground with him, her bangles jingled loudly against the walls. The gypsy dancer struggled as she rolled onto her stomach to get up, but he was quicker. He had her on her back in a matter of seconds. Her raven hair blocked her view of him as she felt him straddle her waist and once again, his hands pinned her shoulders into the cold stone.
Flipping her head from side to side, she got her hair out of her eyes, as she used her hips to try and buck him off of her, but he did something which caused Esmeralda to stop dead in her tracks. He was kissing her! Esmeralda felt like her lips were being branded with iron as he pushed his lips onto hers! She heard, and yes, even felt the groan escape his lips as Esmeralda bucked under him again. She wretched her head away from his, baring her neck, as her hands grabbed onto his arms and tried to get him off of her...but he was stronger, and posed in such a position she could not move!
"Frollo...! Get- off of me!" Esmeralda groaned as she withered her hips under the apex of his thighs, her chest heaving up and down, as finally her emerald eyes locked with his.
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Frollo: The judge panted softly against her, this was all new to him, but slowly he was loving every minute of it. A smirk grew widely as he looked down upon the gypsy.
"Why are you struggling, Esmeralda...?" Her name deliberately was drawled out, he was tasting it upon his tongue. It was a beautiful name, perfect for this siren witch. No, there was no doubt in his mind he had ever encountered this vixen before. She was unlike any woman he had known his entire life.
"You seemed so hell bent that I remember you, that I remember your touch, your scent..." He leaned in to inhale the raven jungle of her hair. It produced yet another deep moan from him, his eyes practically rolled back in his head in contentment.
"This world may be confusing, but you are making my stay not so horrible after all."
His actions turned a little gentler towards her, his gloved hands reached down to cradle her head against the stone ground. His granite eyes stared down into her emerald ones. Pity he had never met her before in his own world...how he would enjoy pursuing her.
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Esmeralda: Esmeralda turned her head away, sick to her stomach that Frollo was doing this to her. He inhaled her hair again, and she snapped her head to watch him enjoy it far too much! Esmeralda gasped when she felt something pressed into her inner thigh...oh, god he was- Esmeralda twisted again as she felt his hands cup her head, forcing her to look back up at him. His eyes were like the fires of hell as she twisted under him again, her emerald eyes staring into his black ones.
The dancer arched into him, and against her will, gave a soft cry when she felt him brush a little too high against her. Her bare legs were cold against the ground as she felt them shake. Where was this tenderness coming from? Why was he being gentle with her?! Esmeralda's face pressed into his right gloved hand as her panted breath passed through even the material covering his hands. "Claude- I don't even know where we are- ah..! And your..." she struggled again, her chest pressing into his, as did her hips.
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Frollo: Hearing her say his Christian name made him gasp a little. It was so foreign for him to be addressed in such a personal manner, especially by a gypsy no less and yet he wished nothing more for her to say it again...hell, sing it even! Her struggling even ceased a little. His cloak fell around them both, draping over her bare legs. Her face was pressed slightly against his gloved hand, she did so on her own accord. He wanted to feel her skin with his bare hands, feel how soft she was; wanting so desperately to know more about this woman and why he had been placed in this world with her. There must be a reason why the Lord placed them here together.
One hand stayed behind her head, offering some form of comfort to her while the other he brought up to his lips to start to tug off his glove. Voices were heard in the far distance. It instantly jarred him, realizing the door all the way at the front entrance must have been pried open. His eyes widened down on her, clearly alarmed. No, damn those people! He wanted to know more about this woman, he needed more time with her, more privacy. His body lifted a little from its straddling position to crane his head to look around the corner, giving her just the amount space for her to flee from him once again...
