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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 1:31:01 GMT
Tinkerbelle had been through so much. First, she got her wings clipped.. then she was sent to a land called Oz where she met up with a man who she once knew but.. he was so different... and in order to send him back home, she needed to use magic, which got her completely banished to a place called Neverland. Tinkerbell only knew stories of the realm, and one of the main things she knew about it was that once you were there, you could never get home again. When she opened her eyes, and realized where she was, Tinkerbell quickly got to her feet. She didn't know who was there, if anyone. Was she completely alone? Were there other inhabitants? Were they friendly? She didn't have time to think of much at first. She was too busy trying to gather her thoughts. She had so many racing in her mind. "Hello?" She called out, at the risk of being found. "Is anyone there?"
Another thing she knew about Neverland. You never grew older. That could be a good thing, she supposed...she'd never grow old, so she was still immortal, but.. there were other ways to die, weren't there? Perhaps calling out so loudly wasn't the best idea after all. The fallen fairy placed the small vial of pixie dust - the last that she had - in to her corset for safe keeping. Hopefully no one would find it.. because that would be a dire situation indeed. "My name is Tinkerbell, and i'm.. i'm afraid i'm quite far from home."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 13:42:59 GMT
Peter always knew when someone was arriving or attempting to leave Neverland. He was connected to this island in more ways than one, and always appreciated the heads up. Peter sat on a tree branch, basically laying down as he eyed the floor below him and smirked at the blonde little fairy who seemed so lost.
It was kind of cute. The way she called out to see if anyone was around. So she was lost? Fairies usually didn't get lost unless their wings were cut off. Peter assumed that this was the case. She was probably exiled.
He arched an eyebrow. Having someone like her around the lost boys could probably be beneficial for him. She was a pretty newcomer, who probably had stories of the outside world or heroes and villains the like. Maybe this wasn't the brightest of ideas, but Peter wasn't one who thought he could ever really lose. A bit cocky on his part, but it's usually why he never saw anything wrong with any decision he made.
"You're not very bright, are you?" He finally spoke as he jumped down and was now leaning against the tree he was just in. "Yelling about like that when you don't know who or what is on this island."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 17:17:54 GMT
Even though Tinkerbell called out, she wasn't quite expecting an answer so fast, so she was a little startled. She turned to look at who was speaking to her, and she saw a teenager. A stupid person would ask where the boy's parents were, but the fairy knew better than that. This was Neverland..no one ever grows old on Neverland. The boy called her stupid.. well, he wasn't wrong, but Tink certainly didn't appreciate being called out like that. "Well..you're a rude boy, aren't you?" She spoke with a huff. She placed her hands on her hips, and looked around, taking in a view of the island. It would have been beautiful, if she wasn't afraid of what dangers lied in the dense forest. "I'm Tinkerbell."
She wasn't sure whether or not to tell him why she was there, or that she was even a fairy to begin with. Then again, there were those who could sense fairies, even when they had their wings clipped. And so, she decided not to lie. If this young man was the only other person on the island, then his friendship would prove useful to her. "I am.." was? "The green fairy. That was, of course, before I got my wings clipped by Blue. I was then sent here."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 1:49:28 GMT
At first Peter's eyes widened as the fairy called him rude. And it took a moment before his face softened and he let out a chuckle, smirking over at her. He nodded before speaking, "Right, I am. I know. But there are no manners or rules in Neverland. And it's been such a long time since me or any of the boys have been around a lady." Centuries probably. Decades at least. He eyed her before crossing his arms and picking himself up from leaning against the tree. "Peter. Peter Pan." He had contemplated lying, wondering if she had heard anything about him. But she didn't seem the type to lie or worm her way around words.
Peter nodded. This was the type of person he liked on his island. Those who had felt orphaned by their old lives. Those who probably had harsh feelings on those who cast them aside. He was sure if he played his pipe, Tink would hear it's music. "I bet she didn't appreciate your creative mind. You seem like someone with a lot of imagination, and if I'm right, you'll fit in just fine here. People usually don't find their way to Neverland unless they're meant to." He spoke true and then waved his arm for her to follow him. "You can be whatever you want here, Tink. There are no rules on this island. You just can't ever leave." Or cross him. But that last bit was probably best left out of this introduction.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 2:20:18 GMT
One of Tinkerbell's brows lifted when the boy spoke. He seemed nice enough. Charming, even. Was this all a ploy? She'd have to keep an eye on him..but an alliance now would probably be her best bet. "A pleasure, Peter Pan." Tink mused with a small curtsy. It was a habit, she supposed. He spoke of other boys.. and how they hadn't seen a lady in some time. How peculiar.. "Others? So this island is populated?" She asked rather eagerly. She had nearly expected to be stuck in Neverland as a place of seclusion, to suffer an eternity of being alone.. but perhaps that wasn't the case after all.
The way he spoke about the Blue Fairy said exactly what she thought but hadn't expressed. All Tinkerbell wanted to do was to help people get their happy endings. Wasn't that what a fairy was supposed to do? Help those in need? But Blue never saw that in her.. she just saw Tinkerbell as a problem. She wouldn't even call her by her name. How did Peter Pan know all of these things without even hearing the entire story? It was as though..perhaps she belonged here. "...Blue wouldn't even call me by my name. She wanted me to be merely a color like all of the others." She spoke in a somewhat distant voice. "I can be anything here? Maybe this wasn't such a horrible punishment after all, then.."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 17:28:01 GMT
Peter laughed a bit as he watched Tinkerbell curtsy and he shook his head. "Lord, don't let the lost boys see you doing any of that. They'll have a field day with it." He snorted but then took a bow in response to her curtsy jokingly. He nodded at her question. "Yes, there's a few people on the island. Well let's see..." Pan held up a hand to begin counting on his fingers. "There's the mermaids. Best stay away from them. They have a nasty little thing against us humans, and you currently look like a human." He smirked and then counted again. "There's also the pirates, and one funny little fellow named Hook. He's basically harmless, so hell bent on his revenge or something like that. But, the greatest group of people you will meet, and fit right in with, are the lost boys." He smiled and gave her a small shrug. He was rather cocky about his group of lost boys. He thought they were the best part about this island. A group of kids who would never age, never grow up, and do whatever the hell the wanted to do. It was everyone's dream come true honestly.
Peter watched as Tink seemed to give him a look. He probably guessed right about the oppressive Blue fairy that cast her out. But he assumed he had guessed right about her. There was something about Tinkerbell that was very familiar to Pan, something about her that reminded him of all the other lost boys, himself included. Peter paused when he heard what Tinkerbell said and just eyed her for a moment. "I can promise no one will call you Green here. They'll all call you by your name when I tell them to." His voice was stern, and even he wasn't sure why he was promising that to her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 19:40:55 GMT
The lost boys.. something about that phrase sounded rather depressing. Was this entire island filled with teenagers? Children? All male, evidently. She'd keep it in mind that she'd likely be teased should she be seen curtsying again. Still, he gave her a bow. She supposed that this situation was a little too informal for such pleasantries. Peter Pan then went on to tell her what all to expect from the island. Mermaids, pirates, and a group of lost boys.. a group that apparently made Peter quite proud. She guessed, since he was the one who came to meet her, that he was the leader. "Sounds like a fascinating place..." Tinkerbell mused as she loooked toward the water. She'd never met a mermaid, though she knew of them. She'd never met a pirate though, either.
The way he spoke to her.. it was like he was saying things she'd only wished that she heard while still in the Enchanted Forest. She had sort of a glow about her, almost. Someone seemed to believe in her, and it felt like some of her power was still with her, even now. He told her no one would call her Green, and even though it was just a statement..a small sentence..it was powerful to Tinkerbell. "You have no idea how much that sincerely means to me." She took a deep breath, and then placed her hands on her hips. "Well then.. that's enough sentiment for one day, I think." Tinkerbell gave Pan a small grin. "I think I just might like it here in Neverland."
Peter Pan was a sweet, charming young man. Neverland seemed harmless. What could possibly go wrong?
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