Neverland Princess

Of course it doesn’t make sense to you. I’ll put it in simpler terms. Your ignorance, or innocence, as you might call it is vulgar. Can’t expect much from a kid raised by other kids, though.

I’m honestly not sure if this is suppose to insult me or not

Oh…you’re serious?

Your ignorance is offensive, kid.

How is it offensive that I didn’t know about a school? That doesn’t even make sense

Did you miss the part about your parents sending you to school? Did you not think that through when they agreed? I knew pretty girls could be stupid, but this is a whole new level.

Well unlike all you old people, I didn’t know the school existed before I was signed up for it.

You wanted to see the mainland and thought going to school was to be your big opportunity to do it?

You are thick.

Did you miss the part about how it was my parents idea to send me to school? I knew you didn’t listen to pretty girls but I didn’t think it was that bad.

And look at that, it’s gotten even shitter.

Same reason as you, dipshit.

Because you begged your parents to check out the mainland and see what is was like and they agreed and sent you off to some stupid school where you actually have to learn?

Well this is all a bit shit, innit?

Ew. Why are you here?

#c: blake #whoops

Lost || Iris, Lucas & Melanie || 8/xx

lucas-leon

“H-Hi,” he mumbled. Even if she looked happy, he knew there was more to it than that. They were in the middle of nowhere without any way to contact other students or better yet, the staff. “I wanna go home,” the blond whispered, wishing he knew where his sister was. Lucas didn’t budge when Iris brought up the berries. He’d eat them, sure, food was food. He was just hoping for something…meatier. Once more, he slowly sat up, keeping himself upright with his free hand against the ground. Lucas tried peering over the brunette’s shoulder to peek at what she was holding, the small pills a foreign matter to him. His hand smacked against his forehead when Melanie disappeared into the trees again. He wasn’t sure what she was up to considering she hadn’t said a word the entire duration of their grouping, her actions and strange items making him even more curious.

When Iris asked if he needed food, Lucas immediately nodded. “I haven’t eaten in hours.” Lucas glanced up as he finished speaking, noticing the other was holding the jar of pixies. He wasted no time in scooting back across the ground, fear taking over his features. “No! No, don’t let them out!” His warning was too late, and Lucas cowered as the small green beings flew through the air. Peeking through his fingers when he heard Iris’s voice, he hesitantly nodded while looking around. “Are they gone?”

melanie-charming

[ Hunting & Gathering Part 1 / 3 ]

“Wait!” She heard the Fair and Lovely yell for her hearing some rustling “Don’t go out there! It’s dangerous! Do you even know what you’re doing? I ran into a bear the other day!” Melanie almost paused and turned around to gaze at her but instead kept going. If she truly was the Bears objective then it would have tracked her down and killed her by now. So either she just got in it’s path or it’s cubs’s were involved and Iris just got to close and it was just using defensive tactics. Although when she returns to figure out Iris released her Pixie’s- Melanie didn’t leave them behind because she could, but because she trusted her. Simple. Even after motioning Don’t Release, pretty easy gestures to understand. She’ll realize how much you should never trust a complete stranger- a very Fair and Lovely stranger- and realize how much of a failure she really was. More and more as she went further she embraced the soothing emotion this place produced, she stared at the tree’s. The way the light seemed to cast down and leave portals of light. `Ne vous inquiétez pas (Don’t worry),` she thought so enthusiastically. ` Il va être ok- un pied devant l'autre et vous trouverez Thomas assez tôt (It’s going to be ok- one foot in front of the other and you’ll find Thomas soon enough),` she heard herself think seeing the best in the worse for now. Her first task was just looking for two grades of sticks- four long but sturdy hunting sticks, sticks to help make a brace for Lucas and good wood fuel. Her second task? Looking for Catbrair vine- more baby staged. Catbrair was great for what she needed to use it for, the leaf’s were even editable but entirely bitter and grew all over Florida. She could weave it with other little things,

as it was the only vine that won’t attract insects, birds, and animals and grows massively and doesn’t rash the skin. Just might take a little time to find it but she had a few good hours ahead of her. While her third was more personal- feathers, Thomas, thorny vine’s, the perfect stick to make a sling-shot with. Making sure to know her way back by the rock mound’s she make’s with a stick sticking up. Just in case she lost her way, just in case someone like themselves found the trail. For better or worse little rock ant hills covered in earthly dirt never bothered no one. Although she paused once in awhile to listen- listening was the key to understanding everything. To be more aware of what’s around even if the route took a longer turn. Inhaling the fresh air as she bent down to pluck a good sturdy twig from the ground to put in the back of her book-bag she could start to feel her tongue start to stick to the roof of her mouth. A slow walker to save her strength but not entirely quiet- her grace was as equal to someone walking on a path made of broken glass. Walking a winding forest of untold mystery. She just wanted to do something right. That was when she heard the familiar but faint sound. Stopping in her tracks, she looked around as her ears turned a bright pink. It sounded like faint running water. It seemed to be coming more to her right side. Possibly connecting dots like constellations- maybe Iris might have ran into a bear because she was getting to close to the source of it’s food without realizing it. Meaning several things- fish was possibly nearby while she found her multi-tasking tool and one of the hunting sticks she gathered and started to take a blade and make the point. Carefully she followed the sound of faint rushing water within a major distance. She didn’t need to walk side by side the watery path to know were it was as long as she could hear it. Taking the safer advantage then the dangerous one at least for now. Listening, rather then the knife scrapping against the wood, and attentively searching between the gnarled tree’s for any sight of Bears or the slightest of change’s in the forest sounds. Although Melanie wasn’t alone. Something was following her at a very far distance but something far more smaller, and more clever than any Bear.

“Pixies should never be kept in jars” Iris stated simply. “Evil or not, it aggravates them and they are more likely to attack the longer they are held captive” At least, Neverland pixies were like that, to the best of her knowledge. Although, Neverland pixies and fairies were more like tiny people with wings. Oh well, what was done was done. “They flew away, I wouldn’t worry about it” She smiled to Lucas. She then wandered over to her little pile of berries and brought some over to Lucas. “I can make soup if you’d like, I set traps for rabbits not far from here if you’d like to come with me to check them. I know rabbits aren’t ideal, but I don’t have my stuff for larger animals and the bear I saw was a mother, no way I’m laying a finger on her” She shook her head. Although an idea struck her, if she could get the bear to trust her, maybe the bear could kill them food. Of course, Iris’s mind was thinking as if they would be here forever.

#p: lucas #p: melanie

Lost || Iris, Lucas & Melanie || 8/xx

lucas-leon

He was afraid of that answer, and he was afraid to know the answer of the question Iris asked about food. Lucas couldn’t survive on his own, it just wasn’t in him to be independent like his sister, and for that he ended up with a broken arm. “I’m L-Lucas,” he answered, his bottom lip still quivering. His uninjured arm rose to cover his face. Getting into play fights with Lulu back home never even hurt this much, his entire body aching and his mind riddled with confusion from the fall. “Where are we?” Lucas questioned, moving his arm to view the scenery, finally noticing the other blonde in the clearing. He didn’t recognize her, and that only added to his distress.

Lucas slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, keeping his broken arm against his chest. He didn’t stay like that for long though, suffering from a dizzy spell. “Please let there be food,” he whispered, more to himself than to the others with him. Lucas settled on his back once more and kept his tears at bay, rolling onto his left side and curling his knees against his chest. He was safe there, for now, and that was more than enough for him. The last thing the blond planned to do was move, to venture into the trees where more pixies were waiting on another target. Never again was he traveling on his own.

melanie-charming

Looking at them both her eye’s quickly scanned both of them more with alot of detail while the two exchanged words. Realizing the Golden Boy’s arm was in a very critical state- either out of joint or broken. Fair and Lovely (Iris) pointed Melanie seemed to walk over to were he pointed with a sort of grace of a baby penguin learning how to walk not so much because she was injured or in pain- she just had no real grace. Kneeling she pulled her book-bag infront of herself. First pulling a jar of green pixie’s. While she pulled out a water bottle filled half-way up with blue-berries, rolling that to the Fair and Lovely. Next, she slowly took out an un-open full water bottle. Gazing at the female she suddenly pointed from the top to the middle of it, then pointing at the Golden Boy and herself, back to the length of water. Hoping she understood her message- between the two drink only half. Rolling it towards her. Zipping up the first pocket, opening the second zipper. Her hands went into her book-bag as they heard something un-latch and her hands fiddling a bit they heard the sounds of something rattling- having two mini bottles of aspirin, two wraps, a few disinfectant wipes and band-aid’s that’s all she had- with a roll of duct-tape. Shaking four aspirins into her hand. Realizing her extended hand wasn’t going to reach she kind of crow hopped until she was close enough to extend her palm out revealing four aspirins.

Her free hand went to the smallest zipper doing a little roll towards Iris with a vintage french compass her way. Once Iris took them. She gazed at the Golden Boy’s arm, she needed to make a sling, and she certainly wasn’t going to do it with all her bandages, and duck-tape was out of the question. Vine’s. Vine’s and weed’s. It might take a bit of time but she could braid a sling up, gazing passed Iris noticing a little dug up fire pit- with a little less heat coming from it. Suddenly closing her zipper’s and slipping her book bag in her arms. Pointing to the jar of pixie’s. Taking her hand she would place it on the lid and start to do a twisting motion above the lid, suddenly improving that she opened the jar and let the pixie’s out. Making a big X with her hands. While she shook her head no. Pointing to the jar of green pixie’s one more time. In an odd way this was kind of fun- not talking she just hoped they or at least she knew not to release her pixie’s or touch them at all. While she started looking around as she started to pull a few weeds near her and pointed to her braided weed’s in her hair and pointed to the Golden boy. Slowly holding her arm like she was propping it like a sling would with a pause. Then pointing to the tree’s she pointed to the little rock circle she had going and with her thumb stuck in her fist she popped it out with a fsh sound. She did it a couple more time’s as she wiggled her thumb too hoping she caught on she had a lighter. Starting to put her book-bag back on her shoulders she did this preppy happy smile bob head thing. Like they just had a wonderful talk. [Melanie left the scene to hunt and gather before nightfall- will return after 3 rounds.]

“Lucas, Hi Lucas, I’m Iris” She smiled, trying to appear comforting. “We’re, I’m not really sure where” She glanced around as if she herself had also just landed there. “But don’t worry, I have berries!” Berries weren’t that exciting and Iris knew it, but it was food. Iris then looked over to watch the other girl. Whatever the girl was doing, Iris had no idea. When Melanie held out the aspirin, Iris just stared at them, having no idea what they were. She knew to never take something if you didn’t know what it was and she had no idea what the tiny little pills were so she just stared at them and then at Melanie. “What is this?” She asked, but the girl didn’t reply and was already moving onto something else. Iris then confused watched as Melanie did other strange things and then left. “Wait!” Iris yelled and stood up and ran after her. “Don’t go out there! It’s dangerous! Do you even know what you’re doing? I ran into a bear the other day!” But the strange girl was gone.

“That was strange” Iris muttered and made her way back to Lucas. “Do you need food?” She asked him, picking up the jar of pixies and examining it. These were not Neverland Fairies, that was for sure, Iris wasn’t really sure what they were, but she knew that no matter what they should not be kept in containment, that was wrong. She twisted the top off and the pixies darted out and away, Iris then tossed the container behind her back. “So food?!” Iris asked again, having not been paying attention to see if Lucas had replied.

#p: lucas #p: melanie

Lost || Iris, Lucas & Melanie || 8/xx

lucas-leon

Lucas was never a fan of changing locations, even if he’d been there before. This applied to the annual camping trip. After sitting around with his group, the boy grew hungry, already having eaten what he brought for the bus ride. Wandering was new to Lucas, but he was desperate for food to soothe his stomach. Anything he could get his hands on that looked or smelled edible, he grabbed as he trailed passed the trees. It wasn’t until he couldn’t see his group that he knew he’d made a mistake. The swarm of pixies only confirmed that, and nothing he did made them cease. Lions weren’t meant to fly, Lucas knew that but it didn’t stop the little green pixies. Kicking and whining to be put down was all he did, all that came to mind for the blonde until that wish came true.

He was beyond frightened, and his landing didn’t make him feel any better. Whimpering while groaning, Lucas rolled onto his back, clutching his arm to his chest. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid he’d be alone somewhere. Alone and without food. His entire body ached and he was nervous to move, not wanting to feel any more pain. Peeking his eyes open at the voice, Lucas saw the girl looking down at him. “I…I…,” he trailed off, his bottom lip trembling. He’d never been injured like this before, and all he wanted now was to go home. “Where’s Lulu?” he asked in a strained whisper, his eyes welling up.

melanie-charming

In the beating wings of green pixie’s, until they finally tore her away from them and swarmed away like drifting seed’s in the distance. Landing on her tailbone in a tangled pine shrub. More bruised, scratches, and minorly aching, she watched the cloud of the foggy swarm of green pixie’s vanishing, honestly waving them good-bye. It could have been a lot worse in her opinion. While she couldn’t breathe, feeling the relief of being alive gave way to the panic of what had just happened. An alarm roared in her brain and Melanie was already checking to see if her book-bag was ok! Scanning everything nothing was taken, and they didn’t even open the zipper compartments, didn’t even try to capture there own pixie’s in the jar. She just fell on her back with her arms outstretched feeling the forest floor for what felt like the first time. Not hearing anyone at the moment the buzz of angry green pixie’s seemed to mask her hearing and over-take her hearing like the pounding of her slow-terrified heart coming to a gentle ease. Gazing at the sky, starting to feel the beams of sun-light gently heat up her bare skin, she just closed her eyes feeling her chest rise and fall inhaling one long breath. She felt the flush of fluttering rise from her stomach to her cheeks. Alive. Feeling the part of her edge of her lip that wasn’t cut lift up feeling herself want to laugh a little. Was this the bad before the worse? That storm before the storm. She hasn’t even hit her goal yet-

finding Thomas. Her hearing was slowly coming back- feeling her features soften. Hearing the gentle silence fill the air and she listened. Not the total kind of silence like the pixie attack as it was back in the unknown forest somewhere, because in the distance, sounding like almost background music, she could hear the insects, and birds, but close by, everything had grown quiet then the rustling. The type of rustling that people make and in the corner of her eye if she tried hard enough she could see two people moving from the corner of her eye. Slowly Melanie sat back up, stretching one arm up to the sky and the other bent in an acute angle and hovered near her ear. Her hands balled up in loose fists. Just like waking up from a nap. While her eyes searched the ground lazily as she was searching for something- her shadow. Using her index finger to gently poke at the ground from a strangers point of view but really she was using her index finger to touch her shadow’s supposed reversed index finger. Connecting. Shifting her head towards were the two unknown people were- the fair and lovely auburn, and an unhappy golden boy. While Melanie searched there face’s but had nothing to say (because she didn’t hear Iris). There was nothing much to say with strangers when they always had no’s- or always being disappointed in her for being a graceless-mistake, always being shoved into being negatively compared to her cousin and sibling shadows. Loose blond bed-head strands of hair framed Melanie’s face as her hair was braided in a messy-bed head crown braid (held by office clips from her journals she destroyed) with feathers and strands of interweave-braided weeds and sprigs of lavender’s popping out going in one entire direction. The tints of black ranged from a Raven blueish to purple tint when the sun hits them, to a Crow’s rainbow luminescence. The edge of her left lip was long-scabbed over but freshly made smiling a little from her right side. Realizing she wasn’t in a group-group. But there was no Thomas.