Let's Play at Spies

''Let's play at spies..."

[brattington-rpg]

Dusk tried to play everything off as thought it were nothing. She had been hiding away her scares for a long enough time to learn not to make a big deal out of it. 

Now, although she had already checked most of the traps today, Dusk had no desire to be at the camp. She had been trying to keep on top of things so that she didn’t get too many questions from Dawn. So, despite never speaking much to the girl across from her, she decided to make an offer. “If you need any help, I have time.”

[flickerinyoureye]

It was a surprising suggestion, but one that Flicker welcomed (although she tried not to let that show in her expression). Having been an awkward and quiet child, Flicker hadn’t had all that many friends, in her old life. As a result, she didn’t really know how to connect with people her own age and most of the girls left her alone. But even just hunting with someone would be a start. Flicker nodded, jerking her head towards where she’d been making towards. “I was going to travel East.”

[brattington-rpg]

It had been a while since Dusk had actually looked at her hands. She hadn’t needed to keep them bandaged for a couple of weeks now, but she had kept gloves on at all times since, hating the sight of them. Peeling away the gloves now, she looked down at the scarred skin on one of her knuckles. The one she had used to punch the boy who hurt her was completely healed, but she wasn’t sure if the tree-battered hand would ever be entirely smooth again. It seemed she would only ever add to her physical memories.

When she heard someone nearby, she quickly pulled her gloves back on and turned to look at the intruder. “What do you want?”

[flickerinyoureye]

Dusk’s aggression was expected; the girl had looked tense, her back rigid and all that Flicker could see as she approached. She had been trying to go past without being noticed, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. Looking back at Dusk, she shrugged. “Nothing. I’m going to find food.” 

[re-joy-ce]

Bandit thought about the question between breaths. “Until we run out of places to run to!” She laughed as she ran and replied back with a serious answer since she figured Flicker wouldn’t enjoy her sense of humor. “The ocean!”

[flickerinyoureye]

Adrenaline was running through her only heightened by Bandit’s joking. It felt good to be a kid every now and then, just forget everything and play. Hearing her words, Flicker changed course, towards the ocean desperately trying to stay ahead of Bandit. 

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[threebadthings]

At least the girl seems as startled by his presence as Three had been by hers, it makes him feel a bit better about making such a stupid mistake - one he won’t make again in a hurry. He peers down at his companion through the foliage, considering her, and finds her clear blue gaze unsettling. It feels like she sees right through him. 

“Is that so?” He asks, settling back against the tree trunk and hopefully out of her sight. “How’s it meant to go then, clever clogs?”

[flickerinyoureye]

Well. 

Flicker, her wide eyes looking vaguely indignant, sat up a little straighter, glaring towards the boy, still up in his tree. Clearing her throat with a tiny noise, she starts to sing. 

“Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run...”

She trails off. “See? You got it wrong.”

[brattington-rpg]

She couldn’t argue that, although she didn’t see why the lyrics were very important. One would think that being in a place like Neverland might encourage its own kind of song that might be more fitting.

At mention of her hands, Dusk tried to seem as though she hadn’t noticed them and shrugged her shoulders. “Long story,” she lied. It was pretty short, really, and she couldn’t say it was boring, either, but she had no desire to tell it to anyone.

[flickerinyoureye]

Flicker could accept that. It might have been a wild chase, where every second had torn open her hand a little more, or a long and detailed fight with a pirate. Unlikely, but not impossible. She sighed and shifted, holding her knife up to the light. “One of the girls said she saw a rabbit yesterday. It might be true. We could catch one.” 

[re-joy-ce]

Bandit smirked and raised an eyebrow as she slowed down. She wondered how long this would take until one of them passed out? She figured she’d find out as she quickened her pace once again, dodging the trees as she went. 

[flickerinyoureye]

Bandit was catching up again and Flicker tried to increase her pace, nearly at breaking point. “Where are we running to?” She yelled behind her; she hadn’t yelled in years and it felt strange on her tongue.

[thewildhuntress-deactivated2016]

Perhaps it was the fact that they both were usually comfortable sitting in silence that Hunter felt comfortable to ask. She would have been perfectly fine without a response. She understood. Yet, once the other spoke up, Hunter sat up straight and looked to her, “would you like to?”

[flickerinyoureye]

Flicker blinked. Not that it was unusual for girls to help other girls with weapons training... And she probably needed to know more than just ‘stab them if they get close’. So, after a pause, she nodded. “If you have time.”

[re-joy-ce]

Bandit ran after her, not giving it a second thought. She quickly caught up to her and noticed she was a worthy opponent. 

“Guess I know now why we call you Flicker.” 

[flickerinyoureye]

Hearing this, Flicker looked back, grinning - a rather unusual expression to see on her face. But it was barely two seconds before she was focused on running again, determined to win. 

[thewildhuntress-deactivated2016]

Hunter looked to the girl’s knife. Sharpening her own would have been ideal, however this happened to be the one ( ill-managed) time that she didn’t carry it around with her. It was almost strange to herself, an unfamiliar feeling, because she quite often–if not always–had it on her. The other inspired a question of a different subject anyways, “any good at archery?”

[flickerinyoureye]

Finally satisfied with her handiwork, Flicker set down her flint and tucked her knife securely into her belt. The question startled her; not being the most talkative and giving the most basic and straightforward comments when she did, she was used to the other girls spending time with her in silence. Not that she didn’t like this. She was awful at small talk. But she answered readily, turning to Hunter. “I’ve never tried it.” 

[saoirseronanworld]

No one suggested me to change my name. Only once did the producers push me to appear, not as Saoirse, but as “Sersh” - but that’s a nickname only my friends and family use. I was outraged! I didn’t agree.

[re-joy-ce]

“Do you really think you could outrun me?” 

[flickerinyoureye]

Flicker considered her campmate for a couple of seconds. Then, without a word, she sprinted off.

[missing-half]

          He was definitely not a rabbit, but that did not stop Ash from pulling out from the bushes where he previously had been surveying the vermin, that being the soft-spoken girl settled in the dirt yards away. He smiled, which coming from him was not kind in the slightest. Nor were his words that came afterwards, no matter how endearing they may have been coming from someone else.

          “That’s cute,” he mused, taunting the other as he huffed a laugh. In his dominant hand was a knife of his own, blade glinting from the sunlight it caught. His spare hand toyed with it while waiting for a reply, Ash himself still contemplating on where he wanted to go from here.

[flickerinyoureye]

Hearing a noise, different to the steps of her campmates, Flicker made to get to her feet. But too late, she realised, seeing the boy step from the forest. It was immediately apparent that he might be hostile; sometimes when Lost Girls and boys came across each other, they exchanged a dirty look or an insult, but didn’t want to confront each other and take it any further than chasing one off another’s land. This one was standing squarely in front of her, gripping his knife and looking rather... Cold. Flicker gripped her own, staring him down quietly. She wasn’t particularly talkative at the best of times and right now there wasn’t much she could think of to reply. Other than-

“You should leave.”

[thewildhuntress-deactivated2016]

“Is it working?”

The song was familiar. Maybe it was one she had played on the piano before she arrived to Neverland. Probably not something she would have liked to remember. Things didn’t like to go her way however. It was one that Hunter managed to ear and play without sheet music. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! She invited herself to sit down next to Flicker without much consideration as to whether or not she wanted her to. 

[flickerinyoureye]

Flicker moved up to make room for Hunter, continuing to sharpen her knife. “Maybe. We won’t know until we see any rabbits. Or don’t.” She held her knife up to her face, examining it. 

[pinkeyeliiner-deactivated201908]

She was still uncomfortable in this situation, the girl wasn’t blinking. God it was like she was trying to steal her soul or something. “Oh okay…” She trailed and put her hands behind her back. She noticed the grip she had on her knife and the uncomfortable feeling only increased. “Uhm, you don’t need your knife. I’m too sick to do anything to you.”

[flickerinyoureye]

That was interesting, Flicker finally blinked, although her expression didn’t change and her hand was still securely on her knife. After all, the woman could be lying. “You’re sick?” 

[brattington-rpg]

“Unless you’re trying to get them to run right into our traps, I’d suggest singing for them to stop running so we can actually eat something tonight,” Dusk told the girl as she sat down by the fire to get warm. She didn’t mind the singing but her frustration with hunting was only getting worse by the day. The bandages on her hands did little to help that.

[flickerinyoureye]

It took a couple of seconds for Flicker to register that someone was sitting beside her, but when she did, she smiled slightly. “But then the lyrics wouldn’t fit.” Her gaze trailed down to Dusk’s bandaged hands. “What happened to your hands?” Perhaps she could find something for them when she was out next. Even if they couldn’t find anything to eat, healing herbs were always welcome. 

[threebadthings]

“Here comes the farmer with his gun, gun, gun…” Three joins in from his hiding place amongst the branches of a tall tree, reacting instinctively to the familiar old nursery rhyme before he can stop himself. He feels stupid for not realising that there was somebody else so close by - the girl is freakishly quiet.

“Haven’t heard that one in a while,” he comments after a moment.

[flickerinyoureye]

Flicker almost (almost) jumped, hearing a voice from above that she had not clocked. Or, at least, she’d thought whatever was rustling branches was the wind, or a creature. Turning her large eyes upwards, she spotted them; a shape, hidden in a nearby tree. Probably a boy, judging by the voice. After several seconds of silences, she answers. “Now you have.” After a moment, she adds, “You got the lyrics wrong.”