Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 14:44:18 GMT -5
Pan watched them all through Henry's eyes. Everyone so triumphed at the win over beating Pan. Smirking over foolishness. Didn't know Pan never looses not at his games and not now. This land would make a fantastic Neverland but in the mean time he would have some fun with these so called good guys.
Blending in Henry maneuvered swiftly through joyous crowd. A cup of hot cider in his hands. He was looking for someone he was looking for..there she was Wendy. Surely out of everyone here she would know him. Grinning devilishly Henry waltzed ul to the blonde haired teen. Hello wendybird enjoying the party? To bad it doesn't have any games.
He couldn't help the smugness he was in this body who in there right minds would suspect that behind his baby face Peter Pan? No one that's what made it all so twisted. The only one out of the box that knew was Felix to bad he won't be around much longer. do you want some cider?
@wendy
|
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 15:24:53 GMT -5
The door to Granny's Diner opened slightly to accommodate Wendy's small physique, allowing the tiny blonde to enter the celebration. She looked even smaller that she already was, being sized up by a room full of adults with the only exception being Henry. It was unsettling to walk into the building, weaving through the crowd of celebrating adults. First she was surrounded by no one except children, and now there were only adults around Storybrooke. Even her younger brothers Michael and John were technically older than her now, having fully grown into physical manhood. She half expected an adult version of Peter to waltz in.
She was greeted by acquaintances, whom she said hello back to, and made her way to where her brothers stood, off to the side. Despite being invited to the party, the Darling brothers had yet to mingle with everyone, used to being just the two of them, and were happy to have their sister by their side every minute they could. Wendy hugged both of her brothers and turned to look around Granny's. She was elated that she was finally free from Pan's grasp, but his presence - the feeling of his existence she she felt for nearly over a century -, she could still feel it. As if she could feel him standing next to her. It was an eerie feeling she didn't like and tried to push from her mind.
The blonde went over to the bar stools and sat on it, swinging her legs a bit. Eyeing the strange silver technology with brown eyes, the older-yet-physically-youngest Darling forgot where she was for a moment. The arrival of Henry brought her back to reality and scared her, making her jump a bit as he stood beside her. Wendy opened her mouth to greet him first, but what he said made her freeze, the words dying on her lips. Hello, wendybird.
"W-What did you say?" She demanded in a tiny voice. Her hands began to shake. If there was anyone in all the realms who knew that name, it would be her. She saw a familiar sparkle in Henry's eyes, a glint that she saw every day for over a century. But it soon all went away when he asked if she wanted a drink, Henry being his usual self. Her heart was settled. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. She was free now, and Peter wouldn't come back. He couldn't come back even if he wanted to. "O-Oh," she mumbled, breaking eye contact. "Yes, please."
@henry |
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 13:10:46 GMT -5
"W-What did you say?" bingo there it was the look of sheer freight . Pan relished it, lifting the cup pointing to the cider I asked if you want a cup of cider Wendy you look pale do you need to take a seat ? reaching out to take a hold of the teens elbow . follow the leader Wendy nodding his head toward a booth.
Again he dropped a hint wanting to make her notice to pick to assume. Sitting down on one side of the booth pointing toward the empty bench across from come Wendy I'm not a bad guy. I'm henry a friend remember. the crowd of people hadn't notice them it was as if everything was normal. That's what he wanted, a giant hide and seek ..
|
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 19:01:58 GMT -5
Wendy gasped as Henry took hold of her arm, leading her to a booth. None of this was very Henry like, the way he walked, talked, even his presence didn't seem right. Reluctantly, Wendy followed him to the booth, tensing up at the 'follow the leader' quip. "What?" she asked quietly. He most likely didn't hear her. She watched as Henry sat down, but refused to sit down herself.
The dirty blonde simply stared at him, wrapping the green hoodie around her frame more. Some of the women in Storybrooke were happy to help her to update her fashion, so they gave her random articles of their clothes they didn't wear anymore. She was mildly upset that she had to get rid of her nightgown, but it was quite literally a century old.
Wendy tried not to jump to conclusions. There was no way that Peter would be free. She'd watched it herself. Peter was trapped in Pandora's Box and in Mr. Gold's shop. Her mind was racing for no apparent reason. Like he said, he was a friend. Exhaling, Wendy moved to sit down opposite to Henry. The young Englishwoman was obviously on edge, so much that she didn't realize that a mug of cider was placed in front of her, and failing at hiding it. "Yes, of course, Henry." she replied to him, taking the mug in her shaky hands. There was a pause before she spoke again, forced laughter weaved into it. "You talk like him. Hah. You must've spent a lot of time with him." At least she hoped that's what it was. |
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 20:00:45 GMT -5
finally when Wendy sat down Pan locked eyes on her with serve determination. He didn't know whether to be hurt or angry that she couldn't see through this sad farced. popping his fingers his eyes danced about the room wanting to keep contact with everyone he would need for this game to play out his way. well thank you for the lovely thoughts but I would hope that I had more charm then my grandfather. smirking still glancing about taking a sip of hot cider.
But you would know right Wendy I mean you spent the longest with him well other then Felix right? So if im acting like Pan then wouldn't that be a twist thing to play. slowly his head twisted about to stare at the girl his one time captive. I but you miss your night gown huh? for what how many years you were stuck in that thing? and now here you are in this new adventure in a new land . I cant help but wonder if you miss the island? will you be able to handle this new world of freedom Wendy bird? because you I both know that to die would be an awfully big adventure. laughing his whole body shaking why wendy you look positively green are you well ?
|
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 21:00:54 GMT -5
Wendy completely froze when Henry mentioned lovely thoughts. It was the final straw, the thing that made Wendy's heart fall into pieces that wouldn't be able to be fixed. Lovely thoughts was the one thing only she and Peter Pan knew about. Her brothers probably knew, but no doubt they'd long forgotten. It was something he said to her when they first met, when he taught her how to fly. It was an intimate secret they shared. She remembered him explaining how to fly as if it was just yesterday. 'Just think of a lovely thought, Wendy...'
The former Lost Girl stared at him with terror, fearing how calm yet deadly he looked sitting in front of her. Wendy knew without doubt that he was, indeed, her Peter Pan and no longer Henry. "Peter," she gasped, almost inaudibly. She felt sick. Her hands clenched the warm mug as he continued to speak, spewing out things only the two knew about. Slowly, the intensity of the conversation grew and the tension in the air grew, a tension that she knew none of the other party-goers could feel. Many were oblivious to the fact that the two youngest were staring each other down, one in fear and the other in amused victory. Wendy did her best to hold her composure, to keep the sassy, determined personality she always showed by trying to half-heartedly, sarcastically answer his questions - "I won't miss the island!", "I'll handle it just fin-" - only to completely drop the mug at his final jab.
'...because you and I know that to die would be an awfully big adventure.'
"No!" Wendy screamed as she stood from the booth, a few tears strolling down the delicate curve of her face. The spilled cider from her dropped mug dripped down the side of the table and into a small puddle on the floor. Her tiny body was shaking in fear that Peter would jump up in Henry's body and take her back to Neverland. "Why won't you just leave me be, Peter?! Can't I be free of you?!" she cried, storming out of Granny's diner and retreating to one of the outside tables. |
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 3:03:31 GMT -5
When Wendy said Peter he couldn't help but smile smugly . Bulleyes who said that girls were daft. Knocking his knuckles against the table top. Pan had to push the grin a side when his little bird began to squeak. Ever so dramatic rolling his eyes jumping up like she did . The crowd of party goers almost suspected something. Or they would have if Henry hadn't told them to he would go check on her.
So kind so polite blah blah blah please as soon as he could get out of this vessel the better. Henry was only so useful before Pan wanted to rip someone part. Pushing the glass door open Pan stepped out a Wendy are you okay? he had to wait till the door shut and people stopped looking out the glass.
Glancing over his shoulders Pan looked in the window of the glass payne . The last adult had just walked away. Once the it clear the demon of Neverland began to slow clap. bravo Wendy bird your little show was a brilliant move on your part. bringing his attention back to the dirty blonde teen before him.
but the great thing about this body is well its
Henry do no wrong Mills. I mean stick mud yes but when I told everyone that you frazzled and this world just over powered you . That I volunteer to go check on you well you should have seen the pride in their eyes. wrapping his arm around his back. The wool of the pea coat itching his the back of his hands.
but silly me I'm forgetting to answer your questions bad form on my part. clearing his throat , one single bushy black brow arched. you won't miss the island well thats to bad because I'm bringing it here so you don't have to . smiling enthusiastically at her with impish joy. I can never leave you alone Wendy bird don't you understand that . Your mine pet I'll do as i please with you. As far cage goes don't fret love you be back in it soon enough. But for now lets play a game shall, I think a game of possibilities would be in order. This is where you say that you will tel the others and I will say coughing needing the right pitch, softening his features. Moms , Grams and Gramps I don't know why she would say such things ...I thought we were friends. laughing deep and menacing have to admit I'm getting better at this . winking at Wendy before laughing some more
|
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 15:53:06 GMT -5
Wendy was sat in one of the outdoor chairs in front of Granny's as far from the building as possible. Her knees were curled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, her face hidden by her arms. Muffled sniffs could be heard; she was crying. At the sound of slow clapping, Wendy jumped and uncurled from her previous position, glaring at Henry who turned out to actually be Peter Pan. "It wasn't a show this time." she said, referencing the time he made her lie to Henry about being sick. Her small hands balled into weak fists.
He continued to gloat about fooling everyone else, but he was right. Who'd believe her if she told them? They'd all probably turn on her for accusing their favorite kid in town and she'd be thrown in another cage. The blonde wiped the tears from her eyes and took an advancing step towards Pan, standing up to him for the first time. "I won't be yours anymore, Peter, and I won't be put back in another ghastly cage! I'm done being your messenger bird!" If she had the chance, she'd slap him, but knowing him, she knew he'd use that to his every advantage. "You won't get away with this. They'll all figure it out sooner or later! Even if you bring Neverland here, you will fail. I know Henry's mother, she's the intuitive type. Besides, you're powerless here." she said, smugly. It was a trait she'd received from Peter, or boys in general, since the whole island was practically built on his sarcasm and back-talk.
Hearing Pan mimic Henry, Wendy didn't feel so sure anymore. It made her realize that the real Henry was missing. If Pan was here, where was Henry? The girl went back to being soft spoken, the fire in her eyes put out. "Where's Henry? What have you done with him, Peter?"
|
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 8:26:25 GMT -5
"It wasn't a show this time." that surprised Pan normally Wendy was so collected for her to break now was disturbing. your already changing not even here in this world less then two hours and your becoming one of them..a grown up he snarled out the words with disgust. Those who came to neverland never grew up that was the price they paid. But it was one he was willing to for go.
not mine? features dead pan Pan walked causally toward his prisoner. She may be out of cage for now but he would get his bird where its ment to be. When he was close enough Peter brush some hair away from Wendy's face . In light fast speed gripped her jaw. you'll always be mine Wendy bird in this land or back in Neverland your mine. Do you know where birds belong? In cages don't worry I'll get your soon enough. pushing her not caring if he scare her not . She should be scared if him.
Smirking at her polite words and sweet nature ever the actress. Waggling a finger at the blonde. where is the sport in that Wendy ? Would you find it more exciting if you guessed? this kind act was probably because of the dead on impersonation he had done. It seemed Pan can act as well but then again pan never fails..
|
|
Deleted
|
|
user is offline ●
|
|
The best way to show your love for those who are gone is to tell their stories.
|
|
|
|
|
No Group
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 18:20:21 GMT -5
Wendy winced at the grown-up insult thrown at her. She knew that coming to this land wouldn't keep her a child any longer, but on the boat, she had made peace with that fact. She was over a century old, it was time she started growing older; but, she supposed, not necessarily growing up. She will always keep her stories with her, her imagination, her creativity, her longing for adventure. Seeing his advancement, the girl took a step back, lifting her chin.
"Yes. Not. Yours." she challenged. She closed her eyes when his hand touched the side of her face, moving her hair, only to have her face in a tight grip by Peter, making her cry out slightly. It was unnerving to see Henry's usually kind features manipulated by Pan's angry puppeteering. Wendy tried to struggle out of his grip, but moving hurt too much. Fortunately, he roughly let her go, making her back run into one of the sides of the table. "No, no. Bird's were meant to fly, Pan." she spat. "I'm not scared of you. I'm free now, and I'm not playing any more of your games! Tell me where Henry is, or-or.. or I'll scream!" |
|
