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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 7:45:10 GMT -5
go head and scream love. What then will you tell them smirking his crossing arms arching a dark brow. This was beyond comical. How would little Wendy bird explain herself to the grow ups? They wouldn't believe her if spoke the truth and then what other options did she have ? Shaking his head stepping about the girl till he was behind her resting his chin on her shoulder. Staring at the window with flashing open sign. not you Wendy bird you were made for cages. If not mine then it would have been through marriage or death. But with me I can give you option of some freedom. Isn't that enough Wendy? Pan knew he was right Victorian women and girls had little freedoms. What he offered the adventurous teen was a way to rebel. isn't that why you asked to come to Neverland the first time around? No one to tell you to grow up all the freedom none of grown up stuff?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 20:43:24 GMT -5
Wendy kept her mouth shut at his retort. He was right, to her dismay, what would she tell them? One word against Henry and she'd be kicked out for sure. At a loss for words, the blonde looked away, feeling his eyes burn holes through her skull. When he first showed up at her window, when she first arrived to Neverland, when he first taught her how to fly, when he first showed her around the island... in the beginning, she loved his attention. At last she had met a person who made her feel completely free, but her freedom only lasted for so long. Eventually, he didn't want her anymore because she wasn't a boy, despite his 'one girl is more worth than twenty boys' line. It was just a ploy to get her to trust him; and it worked. Now, Wendy hated it when Peter looked at her. It made her feel worthless, dirty, like a chipped and bitten toy thrown into the bottom of the chest, long forgotten.
Her dark eyes watched him as he circled around her as a beast would his prey. Her breath hitched when he stopped behind her, resting his - or, Henry's - chin on her shoulder, holding her there as if nothing was wrong. Wendy tensed and tried to keep still. "At least in marriage I would have been happy and in love. In death, I would have been at peace." Wendy turned around, keeping the same distance as they were before. She was close enough to see the reflection of Peter's eyes within Henry's. She was determined to have the last word, and a battle for the last word against Peter Pan was deadlier than a fight one-on-one.
"I flew to Neverland under a false pretense. You showed me a shiny red apple that was riddled with worms. I spent too long chasing after what you dreamt for and along the way I'd forgotten what my dream was." The girl backed away from him, the truth in her words coming out in her emotions. "And now my mother and father are dead, their corpses are over a century old. Our family tree has withered. They had to grow old without me, John, or Michael, without my would-be husband or their would-be wives, without their would-have-been grandchildren running around in the garden. You took that away from us, Peter, and you expect me to believe that you've made me free?" Tears began to stream down her face once again. She pulled up the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe her face. "I hate you, Peter Pan. I hate you!" |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 7:53:36 GMT -5
Revealing in her hate he wanted that Wendy's displeasure. It was moldable it was useable to fit his desires. aww now Wendy bird we are each others closest friends. I don't hate you oh no the opposite I don't even give you any feelings because you mean nothing to me . Your a pawn Wendybird to help bring me my good fortune. If you were to died I wouldn't shed a single tear. she wanted this Pan could sense it in his bones Wendy wanted the pain of knowing the truth that to Peter Pan she was worthless.
Happy and in love? shaking his head laughing the match that you would have been force to marry wouldn't have love you Wendy no arranged marriages aren't happy. Women aren't worth much sorry but true your like cattle to be traded to further family names. chuckling stepping forward closing the gap once more . Henry body lean forward so pan could whisper in her ear. Brush back some blonde curls of the teen curl those children of your would be lucky to live to two. Those that survived would have the double the chance of dying illness and accidents back in your time frame . So you see I may have kept you in cage but I save you from life heartache and pain.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 20:00:54 GMT -5
"No, we aren't friends. Friends don't trap each other on evil islands as pawns! Friends don't hurt each other's families! They don't use each other for blackmail or to hurt other people!" Wendy exclaimed, stomping her foot rather childishly and clenching her weak fists. When he continued to speak, the waters of hatred began to simmer from the bottom of her heart, steam going upward through her veins and practically through her ears. Every word that came out of his mouth humiliated her, made her feel even smaller. She had so many things to say, but too many things to sort out into proper sentences. The blonde had never felt this emotion before. Was it hatred? Before when she said it, she didn't wholeheartedly mean it. But now... now this feeling was simply destructive. Her heart felt black.
She knew, for Pete's sake! She knew that women weren't really thought of, she knew they weren't as high on the pedestal as men. He didn't have to rub it in her face. Back in her time, she knew what her fate would have been, but she always clung to the idea of marrying for love and not for benefit. But from what she had heard and from what she'd experienced and seen, they were now somehow equal in this new realm. All her rage could barely be contained her her tiny body as Wendy squared up, shoving Henry away from her and slapping him harshly across the face, the impact making her hand sting. Wendy's fists clenched even tighter, her knuckles turning white, when he claimed to have spared her life from heartache and pain. "So, what?! What do you want, a 'thank you'?! 'Thank you, Peter, you've saved me so much trouble'?! How dare you!" she screamed, looking absolutely wild. Some part of her inside cried and knew that she'd finally broken. After over a century, Wendy Darling had finally snapped under Peter Pan's grasp. "Well, I'm not going to, Peter! I'm not going to give up or give in! Not until you're locked up, where you belong!"
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Post by Emma Swan on Mar 14, 2015 9:29:29 GMT -5
All of them might be back from that horrible island called Neverland, but Emma couldn’t help to have the feeling that things weren’t quite over yet. Was it because of Neal being still alive, or because of all the mental games that Peter Pan had been playing with her and the rest of her family? She didn’t know what was causing her spider senses to be up still but tried to distract herself from it by drinking a very welcomed cup of coffee. She had missed that so much while she was out there. She sat there at one of the tables together with Neal and Regina. Words were getting said between Regina and Neal but they all sound as if they were at the background while Emma kept her attention onto Wendy who was talking with her son. By the way the girl’s features seemed to change she sensed there was something up. That until the girl stood up and slapped her son in his face. The cup of coffee that Emma was holding slipped out of her hand right before she got up from her seat. “Oh no you don’t” she spoke out as she briskly left Neal and Regina alone at the table. Emma’s anger raised in her body by this action towards her son. He’d been through so many things on that island, she was not going to let him get hurt again and definitely not by a little girl. It was anger that made her hurry towards Henry and Wendy. She reached out her hand to Henry to pull him away from the girl and to get him behind her. “What the hell are you doing to my son? Are you crazy?” her voice raised as she hold one hand against Henry’s chest to keep him behind her where he stood. “What gave you the right to hit Henry?” Neal Cassidy@wendy Regina Mills@henry |
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Post by Neal Cassidy on Mar 15, 2015 3:18:03 GMT -5
 | Everything I do, is making me more confused. Oh it used to be easy all I had to be was me. I'm mixed up. Somebody help me.
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Being off that island was one of the biggest reliefs for Neal. He had already been on that island once and managed to escape it, and at least this time he didn't leave alone. Neal had been able to take Tinkerbell and Wendy with him this time, he still couldn't believe that Wendy had gone back to the island just for him and now they were back together again.
Even though he was off the island, something Pan said stuck with him. Toying with words in his usual way in order to convince him he was still nothing more then a lost boy. A lost boy who was abandoned and unwanted by his own family. There was also something else on his mind, the fact that something else was going on and that Pan's games may not be over just yet. It was taking away the ability to enjoy the hot cocoa that was sitting in front of him. Something he missed a lot.
Looking around the Diner, he smiled as he watched Wendy talking with his son. Neal was happy to see two of the most important people in his life being able to get along so well, although he recognised that look on Wendy's face. Leaving them be, he turned back to Emma and Regina and started talking with Regina about, what he wasn't sure. He just hadn't really spent much time with Regina, but, he was kind of curious.
However, he turned his attention back to Wendy and Henry as Emma seemed to get up. Hearing what Emma shouted out, he made his way over to them. He couldn't believe that Wendy would do that, she knew how important Henry was to him and yet, he was sure that Emma had said Wendy had hit him.
Neal let out a few deep breaths before walking over to where the three of them were. “Is that true Wendy?” Neal asked, almost shouting at her, which he didn't like. But, he'd been through so much while being under his grandfather's control, that he didn't want Henry being through much more.
As Emma kept Henry behind her, he kept his hand gently on his son's shoulder to make sure he stayed there. Neal kept his gaze between the three of them, and he knew that if anyone could get through to Wendy it would be him. Neal just stood there waiting for an answer from the closest thing to a sister he'd ever had.
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Post by Regina Mills on Mar 17, 2015 11:07:24 GMT -5
The trip back from Neverland had been a smooth sailing. Regina sat surrounded by Emma and Neal surprisingly having a descent conversation. Sipping on a water occasionally glancing out the window keeping eye on henry . Just because pan was now a jack in the box doesn't mean she was going to relax not for at least a few days. That why it surprised the Evil Queen to see Emma bolt of the diner heading toward Henry and Wendy. Furrowing brows when Neal ran after her. Following suit Regina exited the diner in time only long enough to hear Wendy had hit her son.
Flashing off the steps to stand in front of Wendy . Fire ball ready to go in one of hands. I believe Emma if that's what she saw then its so bending so she was eye level with the little girl may I tell you something. her voice calm eyes crazy with rage . The fire ball burning brighter till slimmer a bright blue shade. I once killed and entire town because I wanted to make a point . Now image what going to do to you for hurting my son. she snarled out tossing the fireball on the street a small explosion occurred. Standing straighten up popping her knuckles a wicked smile spread along her lips I think a heart will suffice for payment wouldn't you agree?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 6:43:26 GMT -5
Normally when Wendy would hit Pan would react in anger but not now not when this was so sweet. Dabbing the corner of his mouth a little blood had trickle out from the slap. Smiling at Wendy when the chime of the diner door opened. Out came running Henry's parents. mom why why did she do that ? Wendy I thought we were friends. hiding behind Emma only grinning wickedly when the adults didn't see him.
dad she said she was doing this for Pan that I had to died please you promised you all promised me you wouldn't let anyone hurt me again running in Neal's arms hiding his face in his grandson shirt. Glancing up after smearing some of the blood from his cut lip over his chin and cheeks. Tears rolled his face looking like the perfect example of a frighten child.
The wild card was Regina, if only she was boy she would make an excellent pawn. mommy no he yelled out getting the Evil Queen don't hurt her mom your not like that any longer . We she put her in the jail with Felix we should keep pan's followers close together. his cold stare drifted toward Wendy with certain smugness that was befitting of Pan . He told her she would get back in her cage and Pan always kept his promise.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 17:08:09 GMT -5
Wendy stumbled back a few steps after seeing the swarm of grown-ups rush out of the diner, knowing full well that they were ready to protect and eliminate the threat. She'd made a big mistake, especially seeing Emma and Regina. With a shaky hand over her heart, fearful eyes flit between each adult until looking back at eye level, glaring at Pan in Henry's body. Wendy pointed accusingly at the boy, desperately wanting the adults to believe her. There wasn't going back anymore, so she might as well try to defend herself. "Yes, it's true I hit him, but that's not Henry! I don't know how but Peter switched bodies with him, I promise you!"
The dirty blonde wasn't so sure of herself, but what she was sure of was that she had already lost. By hitting Henry, Pan had gotten the upper hand. They saw the hit with their own eyes, and to grownups, that was the only proof they would need. She looked to Bae - Neal, in this world - and pleadingly looked up at him. "Bae, please, you have to believe me. I would never hit Henry, but that- that's not him! I-I mean, it is his body, but it isn't him!" Wendy mentally hit herself in frustration. Her argument sounded completely mad, and at this rate she'd be thrown in jail with Felix like Pan said. "I-I'm not working for Pan! I never did willingly, you know that! If you put me in jail, Felix will hurt me for betraying him and Pan will just continue to execute his plan!"
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Post by Emma Swan on Mar 31, 2015 16:10:39 GMT -5
It didn’t take long before both Neal and Regina came out of the diner too, alarmed by the sudden movements of Wendy and Emma reacting to it. Tears ran down Henry’s cheeks and blood showed from the hit that Wendy had given him. “Are you insane?” Emma yelled out towards Wendy. She’d never thought she would be yelling against a child but this was just one step too far. After everything that Henry had gone through onto the island, there was no one she would allow to hurt him once again. “What the hell are you talking about? Pan is inside that box. You just hit my son!” Emma’s eyes were narrowed by anger and for some reason she was glad that Henry made his way to Regina. She would be able to calm him down way better than Emma as he got raised by her. Emma turned on the balls of her feet and brought her attention to Neal who stood near her. “You deal with her, she’s your friend. I’m not in the mood for this…” she let out a frustrated sigh as she moved away from Wendy. “Henry, come with me inside the diner. I’ll get you cleaned up.”Neal Cassidy |
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