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Post by Devon Peregrine on Oct 22, 2015 16:13:10 GMT
[break][break] [googlefont="Dancing Script"] [googlefont="Cinzel"] [googlefont="Glegoo"] [nospaces] [attr="class","sexy_container"]  [attr="class","sexy_text"] [attr="class","sexy_title"]Rufio [attr="class","sexy_date"]B A N G A R A N G [attr="class","sexy_notes"]notes: let me know if you'd like me to edit anything in my post! [break] Things were chaotic. But not necessarily for Rufio personally; just in the town. Someone was bringing people back from the dead for the purpose of creating havok and, it was damn well working. But again, it didn't concern Rufio. There was only one person, one presence that could be brought which would actually affect him.[break][break] He knew it would not be his family. Those returning were heroes, villains, and everything in between. Rufio's concern lay with the middle possibility: a villain. One that Rufio had been close to, only to betray. One who thought he was dead, which only made Rufio more determined to secure this secret. Peter Pan.[break][break] [attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Rise up and take the power back" Rufio was not about to lower his guard. He seldom did, but now more than ever he refused to. He was currently walking through the abandoned woods -- for it was late at night and no one else was about. He was merely walking, needing to clear his head and take a break from all the people in the small town who were trying to deal with all the returns of others. [break][break] It had taken Rufio time to feel like he wasn't being watched. In Neverland, everyones every move was often known by Pan. Rufio had to be extremely cautious of his actions -- even prior to his plot of mutiny. But in Storybrooke, while that paranoia hadn't fully gone, it had certainly diminished. The only time it returned was when that crew of misfits saved Henry Mills and unknowingly brought Pan back. [break][break] But right now, Rufio felt it. He had that familiar feeling of eyes watching him, and he couldn't shake it off. His hood was over his head, his hands in the pocket of his jacket. He walked forward, not looking back but it got to a point where he could no longer ignore that nagging feeling that was consuming him. He felt watched. Was it truly just paranoia? Was there some legitimacy to it? [break][break] There was only one way to find out. Rufio abruptly stopped walking, trees and darkness surrounding him. Taking a deep breath, keeping his stance and expression completely stoic, he finally turned around to see if there was indeed anyone watching him; if there was anyone following him . . . and he was going to confront it now. [break][break] [break] [attr="class","sexy_title2"]tag: @pan [newclass=.sexy_container]width:450px; margin: 0 auto; border-radius: 4px;background-color: #0c0c0c; padding-bottom:15px; border: 1px solid #dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_text]font-family:cambria;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;border-radius:2px;border:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color: #000000; padding:3px;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title]font-family:Dancing Script;font-size:26px;color:#dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title2]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:11px;color:#dd0b15;margin-top:-20px;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_date]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:10px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_quote]width:230px;font-family:Glegoo;font-size:20px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:center;border-top-left-radius:2px;border-bottom-left-radius:2px;border-left:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-top:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-bottom:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color:#0c0c0c;float:right;margin-right:-4px;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_notes]width:428px;font-family:Cinzel;font-size:10px;color:#ffffff;text-align:justify;margin-right:-5px;background-color:#0c0c0c;[/newclass] |
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Oct 22, 2015 15:09:47 GMT
[break][break] [googlefont="Dancing Script"] [googlefont="Cinzel"] [googlefont="Glegoo"] [nospaces] [attr="class","sexy_container"] [attr="class","sexy_text"] [attr="class","sexy_title"]Rufio [attr="class","sexy_date"]B A N G A R A N G [attr="class","sexy_notes"]notes: sorry it took me so long to reply! [break] Fortunately, the Sheriff was getting straight to the point and Rufio didn't have to ask a million questions to get the answers he wanted. David was telling him exactly what Rufio needed to know. Though his explanation raised more questions than answered. Pan was in a box? Really? Rufio had a hard time believing that. [break][break] "You trapped him in a box?" Rufio questioned sarcastically, rhetorically. Rufio couldn't imagine it was that easy. Despite who all went to get him. Evil Queens, damned Pirate, the Savior, and of course Charming and Snow. Oh, and the Dark One. But still, there was a feeling that Rufio couldn't shake. Since the curse was broken, he remembered what it was like to be watched by Pan. [break][break] [attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Rise up and take the power back" In Neverland, their every move was practically watched. But here, it had been liberating. Yet as soon as the Lost Boys returned, that feeling of being watched returned. And it put Rufio on the edge. He had avoided the Lost Boys, for they could not yet be trusted. And the 'heroes' brought them all here.[break][break] "How?" Because maybe if Rufio learned the how, it would be somewhat more believable. "Don't think it's over," he added on as a warning. "Pan always finds a way. So unless he's dead, none of us are safe." His tone wasn't overly dramatic, but it was serious. He had spent way too much time with him to know that a small box could stop him. [break][break] [newclass=.sexy_container]width:450px; margin: 0 auto; border-radius: 4px;background-color: #0c0c0c; padding-bottom:15px; border: 1px solid #dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_text]font-family:cambria;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;border-radius:2px;border:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color: #000000; padding:3px;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title]font-family:Dancing Script;font-size:26px;color:#dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title2]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:11px;color:#dd0b15;margin-top:-20px;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_date]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:10px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_quote]width:230px;font-family:Glegoo;font-size:20px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:center;border-top-left-radius:2px;border-bottom-left-radius:2px;border-left:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-top:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-bottom:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color:#0c0c0c;float:right;margin-right:-4px;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_notes]width:428px;font-family:Cinzel;font-size:10px;color:#ffffff;text-align:justify;margin-right:-5px;background-color:#0c0c0c;[/newclass] |
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Oct 21, 2015 15:11:46 GMT
[break][break] [googlefont="Dancing Script"] [googlefont="Cinzel"] [googlefont="Glegoo"] [nospaces] [attr="class","sexy_container"] [attr="class","sexy_text"] [attr="class","sexy_title"]Rufio [attr="class","sexy_date"]B A N G A R A N G [attr="class","sexy_notes"]notes: let me know if you'd like me to edit anything in my post! [break] She was expecting a thank you. That only made Rufio not want to give one. He was sometimes like a child; when someone told him not to do something, that was exactly what he would do. Or if someone expected something of him, he wouldn't do it. He hated listening to others and while Pan was a form of authority here -- the ultimate authority -- he hadn't told Rufio to do anything overly commanding. Yet. There was this whole notion of freedom over here, and Rufio was still exploring that. [break][break] "Good. Cause I wasn't going to." Say thank you. Though That wasn't entirely true. He knew a thank you was in order, but he couldn't resist right now. She then introduced herself . . . and called him pasty. [break][break] [attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Rise up and take the power back" "And you aren't going to let me forget it, are you?" He questioned rhetorically -- and a bit sarcastically -- in response to her words about having saved him. "If you're looking for some sort of reward, talk to Pan. I don't have anything to give you." He was being even more sarcastic now. But truth be told, deep down, he knew how right she was. She had saved his life.[break][break] Rufio adjusted a little more, blinking a few more times to get the water out of his eyes as he ruffled a hand through his dripping wet curls. "No," he responded bluntly to her inquiry about having seen a mermaid before. "I heard of your kind. But this is my first time meeting one. Lucky me." Though, it really was luck. Lucky that she had found him; lucky that she had saved him.[break][break] He then decided to give in to social protocol and return the introduction, as well as answer her question. "Rufio," he responded. "Pan's second." Because that surely gave him sort of position here . . . even if it was not the ultimate person in charge. "I gotta admit, what I heard about your kind, didn't make it seem like you're the type to save a drowning person." But she had. And he wondered why. He hated the feeling of owing someone something, yet it seemed he now did. Damn it. But . . . at least he was alive he supposed.[break][break] [break] [attr="class","sexy_title2"]tag: @ashleigh [newclass=.sexy_container]width:450px; margin: 0 auto; border-radius: 4px;background-color: #0c0c0c; padding-bottom:15px; border: 1px solid #dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_text]font-family:cambria;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;border-radius:2px;border:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color: #000000; padding:3px;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title]font-family:Dancing Script;font-size:26px;color:#dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title2]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:11px;color:#dd0b15;margin-top:-20px;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_date]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:10px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_quote]width:230px;font-family:Glegoo;font-size:20px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:center;border-top-left-radius:2px;border-bottom-left-radius:2px;border-left:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-top:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-bottom:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color:#0c0c0c;float:right;margin-right:-4px;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_notes]width:428px;font-family:Cinzel;font-size:10px;color:#ffffff;text-align:justify;margin-right:-5px;background-color:#0c0c0c;[/newclass] |
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Oct 21, 2015 13:50:45 GMT
[break][break] [googlefont="Dancing Script"] [googlefont="Cinzel"] [googlefont="Glegoo"] [nospaces] [attr="class","sexy_container"] [attr="class","sexy_text"] [attr="class","sexy_title"]Rufio [attr="class","sexy_date"]B A N G A R A N G [attr="class","sexy_notes"]notes: let me know if you'd like me to edit anything in my post! [break] Rufio had been so sure he was going to drown. He had slipped into an unconscious state, or perhaps it was death were his last thoughts. The darkness however did not last forever. Soon enough, he felt some much needed air being pushed into his lungs and he fought to come back to the conscious world. [break][break] He then felt a sharp strike against his cheek. While it didn't hurt it did surprise him. He wasn't used to getting slapped across the face. Furthermore . . . who would slap him? The Lost Boys were more the kind of people who would punch another, not slap. [break][break] [attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Rise up and take the power back" Rufio began to cough, water spilling from his mouth as he titled his head to the side to let it come out onto the ground. His vision was a bit hazy and his head was pounding, but once he could see properly again . . . he saw a women. Well, not exactly a woman. But most certainly a female. [break][break] "What the hell . . ." He said as he jolted to sit in an upright position. He would need to orientate himself before he even attempted to stand up. His eyes were on the woman, who didn't look like any ordinary woman at all.[break][break] "Who are you?" He asked bluntly. Based on the current circumstances, he felt it was a safe assumption that she saved his life. But the thank you would come later. First, he wanted to know who she was. That was of course when he noticed the tail. She was a . . . "Mermaid," he finsihed his sentence aloud. His expression remained stoic, but inwardly, that intrigue he felt for meeting a mermaid was finally able to be satisfied. [break][break] [break] [attr="class","sexy_title2"]tag: @ashleigh [newclass=.sexy_container]width:450px; margin: 0 auto; border-radius: 4px;background-color: #0c0c0c; padding-bottom:15px; border: 1px solid #dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_text]font-family:cambria;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;border-radius:2px;border:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color: #000000; padding:3px;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title]font-family:Dancing Script;font-size:26px;color:#dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title2]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:11px;color:#dd0b15;margin-top:-20px;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_date]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:10px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_quote]width:230px;font-family:Glegoo;font-size:20px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:center;border-top-left-radius:2px;border-bottom-left-radius:2px;border-left:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-top:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-bottom:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color:#0c0c0c;float:right;margin-right:-4px;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_notes]width:428px;font-family:Cinzel;font-size:10px;color:#ffffff;text-align:justify;margin-right:-5px;background-color:#0c0c0c;[/newclass] |
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Oct 20, 2015 3:27:04 GMT
[break][break] [googlefont="Dancing Script"] [googlefont="Cinzel"] [googlefont="Glegoo"] [nospaces] [attr="class","sexy_container"] [attr="class","sexy_text"] [attr="class","sexy_title"]Rufio [attr="class","sexy_date"]B A N G A R A N G [attr="class","sexy_notes"]notes: let me know if you'd like me to edit anything in my post! [break] Rufio hadn't been in Neverland long. Just long enough to move his way up the ranks, and for Pan to make him his second. Truth be told, Rufio was having a bit of difficulty adjusting to being told what to do. While Pan gave them freedom, they were also confined at the same time. But if he had to pick a place to be . . . well, he'd much rather be his right hand man rather than have no authority at all.[break][break] Right now, Rufio was familiarizing himself with the land. He still hadn't explored all of this island, but he sure as hell wanted to. It was a curious place, but anything was better than where he had come from. Here, he felt a sense of purpose -- for now anyway. [break][break] [attr="class","sexy_quote"]"Rise up and take the power back" Rufio had just reached the top of a small cliff, not finding it all too difficult to catch his breath once he got up the steep incline. He stepped closer toward the edge, peering down at the water, and the seemingly far distance it was at. He'd heard rumors about dwelled below.[break][break] Rumors of mermaids. Though he had not encountered any -- not here, not in the Enchanted Forest -- he had to admit that he was intrigue by them. From what he had been told several were here, and they traveled with ease between the realms. Fascinating indeed. He suddenly heard someone -- or something singing. And it immediately captured him. While Rufio just stood there, trying to determine the source, his distracted state disallowed him to realize that the edge of the cliff was weak, and that the ground was starting to crumble due to his weight on it. [break][break] Before he knew it, or could stop it, he fell into the depths of the water. What made it worse was that he had hit his shoulder on one of the rocks below, and it was quite difficult to swim with only one arm, as he felt an intense pain in the other. That didn't deter him from trying though. All he could do was wave one arm to try to swim to the surface, but with his wound and heavy currents, it was to no avail. He was going to drown. What a damn pathetic way to go. [break][break] [break] [attr="class","sexy_title2"]tag: @ashleigh [newclass=.sexy_container]width:450px; margin: 0 auto; border-radius: 4px;background-color: #0c0c0c; padding-bottom:15px; border: 1px solid #dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_text]font-family:cambria;font-size:12px;color:#ffffff;border-radius:2px;border:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color: #000000; padding:3px;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title]font-family:Dancing Script;font-size:26px;color:#dd0b15;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_title2]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:11px;color:#dd0b15;margin-top:-20px;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_date]font-family:Glegoo;font-size:10px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_quote]width:230px;font-family:Glegoo;font-size:20px;color:#dd0b15;text-align:center;border-top-left-radius:2px;border-bottom-left-radius:2px;border-left:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-top:1px #dd0b15 solid;border-bottom:1px #dd0b15 solid;background-color:#0c0c0c;float:right;margin-right:-4px;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sexy_notes]width:428px;font-family:Cinzel;font-size:10px;color:#ffffff;text-align:justify;margin-right:-5px;background-color:#0c0c0c;[/newclass] |
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Aug 7, 2015 16:23:47 GMT
Fortunately, the mention of her sister was enough to capture her interest as she spoke her name and then . . . became the typical size of a fairy. He just stared at her, remaining silent when she asked him whether Tinkerbell was alright. Truth be told, it felt bizarre talking to someone who looked like the size of a mosquito, but fortunately, he didn't have to voice that. For soon enough, she transformed herself into human form. It was far easier to converse with someone who was this normal size. Then again, he supposed normal was relative since he came from an island with mermaidss, orphans, shadows that captured people, and then magical traps all around the island. Realizing she was still waiting fo an answer, he replied.
"She's in Neverland," he told her. "She's fine." He hoped. "She's been there the last little while." He figured he had better give some context. "I know cause I came from there. She's a good friend of mine." Assurance that he was not an enemy, nor lying about her well being. Or at least he hoped he would not be proved a liar. He was worried enough for the both of them, there was no need to cause her sister concern. He could carry that worry onto himself and just continue to hope that she found a way off that island. Until then, he would forever hold the weight of having abandoned her there.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Aug 7, 2015 16:11:45 GMT
She explained that she hadn't been human at the time, and then further explained that she'd been a breed of dog. It caused him to slightly smirk at the thought. He was well aware that the curse turned animals into humans -- fortunately it didn't work the other way around. So it wasn't exactly a surprise, but it was still a bit amusing all the same. "Guess that makes sense of why you have so many siblings." He couldn't imagine a woman caring for that many people; but animals were different. Not that he had much experience with them . . . other than hunting and killing them for food. "Well looks like you're walking is alright. Just gotta work on your sense of smell to get back home," he further teased. She then told him that she had never said she wouldn't do it, and told him that she believed him to be bluffing. "Just cause I'm not stripping down in front of you, doesn't mean I don't have a tattoo," he told her with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"And sorry to disappoint you but I don't plan on doing that any time soon either," he added on sarcastically. Well, the apology was sarcastic. The latter part of his statement wasn't. She then asked about his own family and well, it wasn't a subject he so easily discussed. He had lost his first family, and then he supposed in some ways, a few on Neverland were like his family . . . but he lost them as well. "I don't have one," he told her, his voice unemotional. "Don't get all sappy on me about that either," he added on, not wanting any sympathy for his lacking family. In attempt to distract the conversation, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a granola bar, tossing it to her. "You better eat something. Don't think there's much food in here," he added on. Nothing that wasn't rotten by now anyway.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Aug 7, 2015 15:58:34 GMT
Rufio was finally free from Neverland, though in some ways, it had been against his will. His main objective hadn't necessarily been to get off the island, but initially to free it of Pan's wrath. He had failed in his plan, and was now here. The pirates had dumped him first chance they got -- thank god -- and his wounds from the ambush were somewhat starting to heal. He had managed to procure a weapon in preparation to defend himself, and also had his slingshot that he kept tucked away -- it was perhaps his most favored choice of weapon. Right now though, he was not without purpose. Tinkerbell had spoken of her sister and Rufio was set out to find her to assure her that Tinkerbell was alright. Or at least Rufio hoped that was true. He didn't know what her fate was having been tkaen off the island. He could only hope that Pan didn't discover her involvement in his plans, as he hoped the same for the other Lost Boys who had joined with him.
After a bit of asking around, he had been directed to an area in the forest and as soon as Rufio saw the icey path, he knew he was on the right track. He followed it, pausing when he reached a small cottage and lake. A quiet sound around him set him on edge as he pulled out his large dagger. He was unused to freedom; to not being watched, for Pan had his spies all over Neverland and that had been what Rufio grew accustomed to for all those centuries he was there. His eyes scanned his surroundings until he heard a woman's voice that prompted him to look up. There, he saw a woman on a tree branch. Even from this distance, he cuold see the striking similarity to Tinkerbell and kenw he found exactly who he was looking for. "Come down, fairy. I need to speak to you," he told her. He was not going to bother with introduction right away, not assure her that he meant no harm. Though, he did tuck away his blade once more, looking expectantly at her. He supposed he would have to give her something more significant. "It's about your sister." He knew he was assuming that it was Periwinkle but . . . he was trusting his gut feeling right now. And if he was wrong, then he would just move right on along.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Aug 6, 2015 3:44:35 GMT
Tinkerbell was right about that. He was not at all amused and he knew his face showed it. She grew more serious as she then spoke of trust. Pan had once trusted him, for that was the only reason that he became his second, but he also knew that the trust would have inevitably dwindled considering what Rufio was planning. "I'm not surprised," he mumbled when she said that someone had told him. Disappointed, yes. But not surprised. It had been an almost perfect plan. But whether it was a rat, or whether it was just Pan knowing everything . . . Rufio had known it had been a risk.
"It wasn't your decision to make," he told her in a low voice. He didn't want to argue with Tinkerbell about such matters, for as she said, she was safe as was he. Besides, as she said, he would have done the same. He would have dne whatever it took to protect her and perhaps that was what frustrated him so much . . . was the fact that he hadn't. He had been tossed onto a ship and sent out of Neverland, unknowing of her fate. "I'm glad you're ok," he finally admitted.
"But I don't get how you escaped. How all of you did." How they had defeated Pan. How they convinced the Lost Boys to come back. "Guess that's a story for another day though," he added on, already planning to ask the proper authorities at a later time. "You're alright then?" He asked. "Pan didn't know that . . . you knew; he didn't find out?" That had been Rufio's biggest fear; that she would be exposed right along with him, and he wouldn't have known a single thing about it.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Aug 6, 2015 2:57:51 GMT
She guessed ten and Rufio gave a slight shake of his head. "Think lower," he hinted. "But next time we play this game, my number will get higher. Part of the rules." He was of course just making things up, but this cryptic speech was necessary. She then said that she wanted a turn, and ask for a duration of time. Rufio of course knew what she meant by that and he pausd, feigning thuoght so that it made it appeared more like a game. Before he could give an answer however, he noticed a darkness momentarily cloud them.
He looked up from the hammock and saw the shadow sail by. Gone to gather more children no doubt. Rufio let out a quiet sound of annoyance, refraining from rolling his eyes as he turned his attentions back on the 'game' at hand. "I dunno. Too many to pick from. I'm gonna say maybe a few months, maybe a year. That's a tough one Tinkerbell." He knew it was an ambiguous answer but he had to take his time with this. He couldn't rush it, for he would only get the chance to do this once. He would either succeed, or die trying.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Aug 6, 2015 2:38:19 GMT
Rufio looked at her when she commented that she only had fourteen siblings. "]Only?" He stated sarcastically. He would have gone on but she then revealed that she had over one hundred siblings. He stared at her, surprise flickering in his eyes for a moment. "Damn," he said with a slight shake of his head. "No wonder you were trying to get away. I would hate to think what dinner at your house is like." With that many kids running around. At least when he was surrounded by that many kids he had an entire island to get away from them. Even though he had been watched for practically every single step.
"Where from the Enchanted Forest are you exactly from?" He asked, wondering how two parents could foster that many kids, or if it was something they had taken to when coming to Storybrooke. She then toyed with the idea of getting a map of the woods. "Yeah you're a bit too small to get that done," he agreed, mocking her size a but. He noticed the way she paled at the mention of getting a tattoo and smirked. "Sure you will . . . " He said, clearly disbelieving her. "You're better off going to a craft store and getting more markers," he teased. "Maybe better quality permanent ones so they won't run as bad," he added on with an amused smirk still on his facee.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Aug 6, 2015 2:12:19 GMT
Rufio wordlessly followed, taking oe final look both ways before entering in after the co-Sheriff. He didn't ask where he was leading them, nor did he care so long as it was private. And indeed it was. Rufio looked around, before he was satisfied that no one else was in here. Being on Neverland for so long, being watched for every single move and word . . . well, it made him constantly on edge. Especially now knowing that those very people who watched him, were in Storybrooke. When he was assured, he took his hands out of his pockets and pulled down his hood. He looked at the man when he asked what he wanted to talk about.
"Neverland," he told him. May as well cut to the chase. "I gotta know what happened there. What the hell happened to Pan?" He knew it may help to give some backstory, that it may explain his curiosity but . . . Rufio just wanted to know answers right away. He was used to leading, ir at least being second, and he didn't take well to dealing with higher authorities, even if he was the one approaching the authority figure.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Jul 30, 2015 17:21:57 GMT
She had a lot of siblings then? He kenw what that was like, to be surrounded by so many people that could be considered family. Only, the Lost Boys had not been his family the same way his sister had. An infinite numbers of others could not replace his single sister. "How many is so many?" He inquired. Surely it wasn't that much. She then went on to say that she got bored in study hall, and that she was going to get a real one someday. "Maybe you should get a compass," he said sarcastically, a bit amused with his own jab at her for getting lost. And a compass would be a reminder to not leave home without one . . . maybe. Unless she was running away or something which didn't seem to be the case as she didn't have a bag with her. He then decided to poke some more fun at her, and seeing how serious she was about this tattoo business or if she was just doing it for . . . well, he had no idea for what else. "I know a guy who owns a parlor," he began to tell her. "He'll give you a good price. You know, whenever you think of something to get," he said, the last part of his words a bit mocking. Tag @penny
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Jul 30, 2015 17:08:18 GMT
He had startled the man, but wasn't going to apologize for it. David just politely asked what he wanted to talk to him about. Rufio kept his hands in his pocket, briefly looking around them before settling his gaze back on the co Sheriff. "Not here," he told him. "Got somewhere private we can go?" He refrained from rolling his eyes at how one may consider his words to be rather . . . suspicious.
"Relax. You can search me if you want." So that he would know he didn't have a weapon and this wasn't some lame ass assassination attempt. If he wanted to kill him . . . well, Rufio liked to think that he could have easily done so with how he creeped up on David. But at the same time, he knew the man's fighting skills were legendary and wasn't exactly formidable. "Besides, you got your gun. Keep it," he added on, as if he had some authority to grant Charming permission to keep his gun. It was these entitled feelings of leadership that had caused him to become intolerant of Pan's rule. Rufio didn't do well with authority.
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Post by Devon Peregrine on Jul 30, 2015 3:30:19 GMT
"Did they also tell you not to go into the woods alone?" He added, somewhat sarcastic, somewhat not. If they were talking about things that parents said, well then Rufio assumed that that was one of them. He didn't care much for parents; he hardly remembered what it was to have ones. She answered his question, saying that she lived in the outskirts in a large former orphanage. "Shouldn't be hard to find then," he concluded. Though Storybrooke was small enough that things could easily be found. Sort of. Odd. The town was small and yet at times, seemed to large. She intrduced herself as Penny and he silently looked at her, as if not botherng to give his name. But finally, he gave in.
"Rufio," he mumbled, almost annoyed with himself for giving her his name. But there it was . . . even if he didn't believe it was his true name. Things seemed to take a bit of an awkward turn as she began to lift off her shirt, though recognized it and stated she had a tank top underneath. Rufio remained unaffected. "Hey, you do what you gotta do," he said indifferently. Whether she wanted to strip down or cover herself up was up to her. Rufio wasn't going to do the same however. At least not right now. He was used to being under such conditions. His eyes remained on her, quickly taking notice of the leaking ink on her arm. A subtle smirk started to form on his features. "Nice tat," he said sarcastically, a hint of mocking in his voice. "Wherever you went, you should get a refund." More sarcasm, because clearly . . . it wasn't real and he was ridiculing her for that.
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