☼;; Oh he can fly—- HE CAN FLY! The girl stumbles back, tripping up on some golden strands but she’s still holding that pan out towards him. At the sight of the dagger her eyes widen further and she points to it, returning the question, “THIS IS FOR MY PROTECTION! WHAT’S THAT FOR?!”
The boy scowled and swung the dagger around slightly, before cooling walking toward the girl. “This is for killing pirates and saving me from silly little lions, elephants and wolves!”
When there’s a smile in your heart, there’s no better time to start.
Now where had he heard that sort of story before? He knew he read it somewhere. The boy’s next line only seemed to click that into place and Bell was snapping his fingers. “Peter Pan?” He looked up with curious eyes. “What about him?” Apparently Bell couldn’t put to and to together. Not while he was holding back the beast that is.
The boy grinned from ear to ear and laughed before putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. “IT’S ME! I’m Peter~!I’m the indian chief flying eagle, leader of the lost boys of Neverland and expert pirate killer!” For each name, Peter did a different action: The first, he held up his right hand and mouthed the word ‘how’. The second, he stood at attention, closing his eyes then peeking an eye open and laughing at the other. For the last one, Peter took out his dagger and pretended to stab a pirate in the heart then he switched spots and pretended to be the dying pirate, falling on his back. Peter popped up and laughed, putting his hands to his mouth and crowing.
☼;; Of course her eyes were merely looking ahead and not above, so when the male decided to make himself known she was dropping the paintbrush and instead raising the frying pan above her head. She was being silly but one could never take a chance. “Who are you?” It was a demand but it came out quite soft and wavered.
At the sight of the pan, Peter flew back and his eyes grew wide. “WHAT’S THAT FOR?” He yelled, pointing at the pan before grabbing his dagger and pointing it to her. Who was she? The daughter of Hook?!
Until the other spoke he had no idea someone was around. He jumped at the voice, quickly moving away with wide eyes. Well, that had gotten his attention, as well as the beast’s - which wasn’t a good thing.
“I happen to like books.” Bellino said, putting the said object down so he could properly look over at the other. When had someone entered his room? Was he really that out of it. “Why did you come in here? Normally people don’t go in dungeons.” But the french-korean teen could already tell that this wasn’t a normal boy.
Peter tilted his head to the right from the left before shrugging his shoulders. “Most people don’t cut off a grown man’s hand and feed it to a crocodile!” He exclaimed and laughed, almost doubling over in result. He then pointed to the book with his index finger, “Have you ever read about a boy who refused to grow up? Who wanted to have fun for the rest of his life?”
Tale as old as time
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Deep in the dungeons of a lost tower lived a man. Not even a man yet, a boy. The cages were all open, even in one he resided in. However he would not leave. The cage wasn’t something to keep a monster in, but rather keep innocent people out.
Here lived Bellino, the beauty of the duo. He’s the reason why this one cage has books stacked up almost as a gate surrounding the door, and he has even more inside. That is what he was doing now, enjoying a book while the beast within slept his troubles and blood away.
He was so engrossed with the book he didn’t hear someone approach the hall.
Peter was feeling extremely giddy, although he didn’t know why. He finally came to the conclusion that his excitement was caused by being in an unfamiliar place. It felt eerie and the atmosphere only intrigued the young boy. Finally, he saw the boy with the book. What kind of boy reads? He must of been charmed by a mermaid. Peter flew in front of the boy and sat down on his own knees, peering over the stranger’s shoulders. “Books are only good for hitting pirates with.” He learned that from experience.
{ | εїз | } Crossing her legs, and running a slender hand thru her blonde hair, the siren’s eyebrow rose a bit. “—There’s more of you?” And to think she actually knew where she was? Not technically. “Hm.. You boys are weird, but I guess that comes with not knowing where you are..” Amani muttered to the side. “Then why’re you asking if I could fight them?”
“There’s a whole bunch of us!” The boy replied smugly, with a grin on his lips. “I’m the leader of them all!” He then gasped and crossed his arms, “We’re not weird! You’re weird! All girls are weird and they aren’t brave! Girls are only good for sewing up shadows and patches on clothes.”
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☼;; Don’t mind the girl who’s painting the wall in the park, nobodies around so it’s not like she’s going to get in trouble for it. But sure enough the girls heard a noise and half turned to look. “..—Hello?”
Blonde, extremely long hair, two characteristics of a girl form one of Wendy’s famous stories. Could it really be her? Only one way to find out. Peter flew in front of her, “Hello~” He waved.
"Hey there! I'm Peter Pan or just plain old Peter for short! I am the leader of the lost boys! My men and I despise pirates. ESPECIALLY Hook! He's angry at me because I cut off his hand and fed it to the crocodile..oh well! He's just a big ol' codfish anyway. Want to come to Neverland with me? We could have so many adventures. But I'll have to teach you how to fly.. don't worry it's easy!"
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since oct. 2011
