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P e t e r — 20. I've got it all, A to Z. (Adventurer to Zombie)

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missmorphy‌:

Morph moved from the doorway, accidentally kicking the ball that had been dropped when she first entered. She briefly considered taking it, but decided she had no use for it. She had just found a suitable chair when the boy spoke again.

Morph gave a small shrug. “Don’t know. I didn’t stick around long enough to find out.” Had she ran away from nothing? Surely it wasn’t that. She did hear something and she did get an unsettling feeling right afterwards. She should have glanced back at she took off, though. This mystery was her mistake.

His acrobatics took Morph by surprise, causing her to jump in her seat. After recovering from the small shock, Morph grinned. “Oh really? Experience and everything?! Well, it just so happens I might be in need of a protector. And you seem like the perfect boy for the job.” She giggled before introducing herself. “I’m Morph.”

When Peter glanced over at the girl, she looked shocked. He relaxed his stance. He wasn’t sure if she was being sarcastic or not, Peter sometimes lost the nuance of other’s words these days. He narrowed his eyes at her momentarily and twisted his lips, pursing them, trying to understand. He dropped the expression quickly. “And everything,” he emphasized, flashing her a grin. He walked slowly over to her, not sure how she would react, but he wasn’t a scary guy, he wasn’t trying to be anyway—he was fun.

“I’m Peter,” he said. He wasn’t sure if she actually would shake his hand or not, but he stuck his hand out at her. Most humans didn’t want to come into close proximity of zombies, let alone touch them. And from what his still human friends have said, it’s not even a very pleasant experience. They say it’s cold. He doesn’t remember what cold feels like. He hasn’t felt anything in ages.

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smolderingcharmerflynn‌:

Flynn couldn’t blame the boy for not trusting him. He wasn’t sure if he would trust a stranger coming into his space if the tables were reversed. “Well then I suppose I would have to leave” Flynn said placing his hand back on the doorknob. “I’ve faced bonies before I can face them again” he said solemnly.

Flynn eyed the boy quizzically when instead of making him leave he began to busy himself with the pool table instead “I’ve been known to play a time or two.” He said casually. “Does this mean you’re not going to kick me out?” He asked as he placed the ball he had been holding in with the rest of them

Peter walked to the wall, not turning his back on the man. On display was a collection of cues and it took Peter no time to pick up his favorite along with a cube of chalk that he quickly tucked into his pocket. He grabbed a second cue off the rack for the other. “If you win, you stay,” Peter said on his way back to the table. He wouldn’t mind the company for a game or two. Peter liked to play.

“Here.” Peter held out the second stick to the stranger. As soon as his hand was free, he reached into the pocket of his jeans to pull out the chalk. He rubbed it onto the tip of his cue, setting it on the edge of the pool table when he was done.

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skellingtongrin-jack‌:

“Along with memory, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked in return, curiously watching the other zombie as he continued to step closer. At first, Jack was not entirely sure he was with a fellow zombie, despite the lack of human scent. Still, upon discovering that he was alone with a fellow zombie, he almost immediately dropped his shoulders to relax a bit more. The other zombie seemed to be just as well-adjusted as he, not to mention, he could also speak reasonably clear. This encounter was undoubtedly starting much more differently than most of his other meetings with zombies, and it merely intrigued Jack more. 

  The dust and cow-webs that decorated the old pool house were delightful to Jack. He walked over to the shelf of old bottles, admiring the spiders that were nestled on their webs, smiling down at them. They were simple objects, nothing more, yet to Jack, they were fascinating. His curious eyes moved away from the small family of spiders and over to the neon lights that were turned off, slightly disappointed by that, “If you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you have them on?” He asked, gesturing to the neon signs around them, turning to face the other zombie and make his way over to him.

Peter’s eyes followed the other zombie as he moved further into the building and closer to himself, squinting as he watched the other observe his space. It wasn’t clean, but he couldn’t feel embarrassed by it. As a boy who grew up without a mother, at least, not one he could remember at this point, cleanliness wasn’t something instilled in his nature. In any case, the other seemed intrigued by his dust. “Agree,” Peter said, not thinking much before he spoke. Memory was precious now.

The Hangman’s Tree was Peter’s hideout, from Hook and other hunters, and the lights were off before he got here. Peter just figured that he would keep it that way. Any changes could bring unwanted attention and with the attention, unwanted guests. He didn’t mind the question, but he thought it had an obvious answer. The light through the small, dirty windows was minimal, but sufficient. “I don’t need them.” Peter tilted his head, considering the lights. They reminded him of something: bright, flashing lights from a memory he could barely recall. He smiled and reached out to the one closest to him, a neon recreation of the logo on one of the bottles that sat half empty behind the bar. His finger dragged through a fine layer of dust.

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skellingtongrin-jack‌:

Only a few things remained that had been able to keep Jack Skellington’s attention since his transformation into a walking corpse, One of those things was roaming around the Wastelands because it meant the opportunity to possibly find something new for the man of tricks and treats. He particularly liked discovering new buildings, not that he would have known if his mind had decided to forget a particular building anyway. When the old pool house came into view, it made a small twinkle sparkle in his eye. What’s this? He thought to himself as he approached the foreign building. 

Typically, Jack knocked on doors, to new buildings before he opened them. He always liked to be polite just in case it was the home of a fellow zombie. Today, however, Jack was not entirely thinking correctly, and his mannerisms escaped him, so he opened the door without a second thought. It did not take long for Jack to see that he had intruded into someone else’s domain, and if he could feel much of anything at the moment, he probably would have felt a little guilty right then for not knocking on the door. He watched the ball roll up and gently hit his shoe, tilting his head down at it for a second and bending down to pick it up. “Hello there.” He greeted back, fully entering the pool hall now and letting the door close behind him. “Do you mind the company?” He asked, playing with the ball in one in one of his hands as he slowly approached the other zombie.

The company of another zombie would be welcome to Peter. He didn’t have to do much of anything when he was with another zombie. It wasn’t like when he was with Wendy or another human,  and he had to remember to not eat them.

He tilted his head, eyes following the other man as he made his way further inward. The lighting in the room was dim, typical of any bar, but Peter never turned on the neon either. Peter could tell that the other man had dark hair, but not whether or not it was black or brunette. Peter wasn’t one to be too interested in observation, however, and since the room was draped in shadows, he wasn’t getting much out of it anyway. He was particularly polite and well-adjusted for a zombie. Potentially a better conversationalist than some of the undead that Peter happened across.

“Mind is such a funny word these days,” Peter replied without moving from his perch on the bar. “It’s suddenly become so important to me.”

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smolderingcharmerflynn‌:

Flynn had been searching through the wastelands for Pascal to no avail. He had checked all over the high school, he searched the junkyard, and he even searched the dance studio but there was no sign of Pascal anywhere. Flynn had just about decided to give up and head back into Disney when he spotted the old pool hall.

Maybe Pascal was hiding out in there? It was as good a place to hide out as any Flynn supposed. He began to make his way over towards the building when out of the corner of his eye he saw a bonie Shit! Flynn thought picking up the pace. After what felt like forever he finally reached the door and swung it open.

Flynn was a bit startled when he heard a voice ring out from across the room “Oh I’m sorry to bother you, I didn’t realize there was anyone in here.” he said shutting the door behind him before picking up the ball that had rolled to a stop at his feet “Do you… do you mind if I hide out here for a little bit?”

Peter frowned, turning his head toward the man. Hide? Strong human males in the Wastelands were usually hunters and Peter wasn’t turned yesterday. He could decide to trust the other man, which seemed like a terrible decision, really, and assume one thing by doing so: whatever it was outside was scarier than Peter.

“And if I say no?” He propped himself up on his elbows and then slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Peter wasn’t inclined to force the man back out the door, no matter what he said. His day had been uneventful until now anyway. He got down off the bar and walked to one of the billiards tables, putting it directly between him and the other man. He grabbed the rack and started setting the balls.

“Do you play?” he asked and pointedly looked at the ball in the other’s hand then back to the rack, missing just one. “We’re going to need that if you do.”

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missmorphy‌:

Morph smiled at his response. After all, it was the answer she wanted to hear, needed to hear. She let herself relax at she took in the room. It wasn’t what she thought it was going to be, but it was safe. And that’s all she needed right now. A safe place to hide from whatever she imagined was after her.

His question caught her off guard. It was something she had never been asked before. Sure, she wasn’t going to hurt him, not in less he attacked first. But was she actually a good person? She was going to have to think on that. “Good human,” she agreed. “Mischievous, but good.” Morph took one more glance outside before shutting the door. “Can I hide here for a bit?”

Mischievious. Peter understood all too well and he grinned. She shut the door, and he cocked his head to the side to take in the person opposite him. He wasn’t a typically perceptive person, but if she, a human, wanted to hide from something and was comfortable doing it with him, a zombie, maybe he should be aware of it as well.

“Did Bonies follow you here?” Peter hadn’t had a problem with Bonies at the pool hall before, but he did have some experience killing them. He could protect the girl, get some ‘good zombie’ brownie points, and show Bonies who’s boss all in one go. His fingers stopped drumming the bartop next to him and he began to swing his feet, gaining momentum to leap off the bar. For a fraction of a second, he felt suspended in air before landing lightly.

“You know,” he said as he quirked a brow, “I could protect you. I have some experience in these matters after all.” Peter assumed an en garde position, wielding an imaginary blade in his left hand. He was ready to regale her with (perhaps slightly exaggerated) tales of his heroic exploits.

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missmorphy‌:

Morph had managed to sneak into the Wastelands a lot quicker than usual. Maybe it was because Ben wasn’t coming on the trip or maybe it was because she got lucky. Either way, Morph didn’t have time to questions the fates. Today was just a quick trip in and out of her father’s hangout. 

Morph hurried along the familiar path, repeating excuses in her head, just in case. Her biggest fear was had never been the zombies. They were scary, but she always feared getting caught by a hunter more. She was never a fan of being scolded, and she knew a hunter would do just that. If not more. She was going through the cycles of excuses for a third time, when she heard an unsettling noise from behind.

She tried her best not to panic. Morph kept her pace, trying her best not to draw anymore attention to herself. Was she being followed? There was no way she was going to make it to her father’s place if someone was behind her. She had to lose them. She ran as fast as she could. She couldn’t keep up this speed for long, but hopefully long enough to find a hiding place. Morph was about out of energy when she spotted the pool hall. Her safe haven. She didn’t slow until her hand was on the doorknob.

Morph pushed open the door and jumped inside, glancing back to see if anyone was around to watch her enter. She went to close the door, but paused when she heard the boy’s voice. Morph slowly turned around, “Please..uh, please tell me your a good zombie. I don’t think I have enough energy to run away again.”

Good? Peter wasn’t sure of his morality on any given day, and he wasn’t quite sure whether or not he had any to begin with. Sure, he wasn’t terrible, but it took a lot to actually be that these days. He wasn’t a Bonie, for starters. However, Peter wasn’t really ready to debate anything at the moment. He decided to break her question down into what it really meant: Are you going to eat me? No, he wasn’t. He simply didn’t care to.

“Good,” he grunted in response, though he did wonder what it was that she was more afraid of than him. On a good day, he was formidable, the ability to wield a dagger (pocketknife, if he were to be perfectly honest) and the desire to eat brains was enough to frighten most humans who would happen across Peter.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bar and pushed himself into a sitting position. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the light, though Peter did hope that she would close the door soon. “Good human?” he asked her. His fingers were drumming against the bar, not stilling in case they needed to move quickly towards his blade.

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Peter had spent the day doing not much at all. It was how most days went for him now. He didn’t think it was because he didn’t care enough to do anything, because sometimes he thought maybe he did. Peter still thought about adventures and sneaking and being generally wild, but it all seemed like such distant memories instead of someone he ever actually was. He was almost sure (but he was never positive of anything anymore) that he used to command attention. Even now, he liked that others still looked to him, but he didn’t understand why they did.

Today, Peter had spent all his time inside the old pool hall. There were plenty of places to lounge and Peter typically found himself draped over various objects throughout the day, moving from spot to spot. Currently, he was sprawled atop the bar, laying on his back and tossing a billiards ball in air repeatedly. Liquor bottles remained on the wall gathering dust. 

This was a place Peter had visited before he became a zombie. He was familiar with in the same way he was familiar with Hook, but this place had stayed kind to him while the man had not. It was a base for him, of sorts, and the boys always came and went as they pleased. They were Lost anyway.

The door cracked open and Peter was bathed in light. He turned his head, squinting against the sun, unable to make out who cast the silhouette across the room. “’Lo,” he called out. He dropped the ball and it thunked loudly against the floor, rolling away from him and towards whoever had chosen to disrupt his solitude.

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Peter Pan | 20 | Zombie | FC: Tom Holland | CLOSED

Before The Curse:

Even before the curse hit the Disney Kingdom, Peter Pan had always been a rebellious little adventurer. Part of that is probably due to the fact that he never really had a home. He was constantly floating between foster homes,always finding a way to break one rule after another. Despite the fact that Peter always managed to get himself thrown back into the group home, he wanted nothing more than to find a place to call home. It had seemed that the opportunity came when he landed in the home of James Hook. Things had gone great for a little while, it was almost as if he had been born his son. He loved his nights of playing “Neverland” and pretending to fight the evil pirates with his trusty band of Lost Boys. Things simmered down a bit when his new mother fell ill, but nonetheless he felt the love come from the Hook’s. 

After The Curse:

After the curse hit the Disney Kingdom, Peter was among the unlucky chosen ones to roam the lands as one of the undead. When Peter first awoke from the blast he couldn’t control his sudden urge for brains. He hadn’t meant to kill Hooks wife, it was an honest mistake, but it happened and it started the war that exists to this day. While Peter remains the same carefree, easygoing, spirit he was before the curse hit he also forgets more and more each day what his life used to be like. So, to him, Hook is just another hunter wanting to harm him and his newly found friends that he called his “Lost Boys”.  When he isn’t going fighting for his life, or the life of his fellow friends, then he can more than likely be caught hanging out with one of his other friends as well, Wendy and Tinkerbell. When it comes to Wendy, the boy has a very close and innocent friendship. He feels safe around her and often looks forward to the nights they can spend together talking about a place he vaguely remembers as “Neverland”. His friendship with Tinkerbell, however, is kind of the complete opposite. While he also feel very close to her as he does with Wendy, when it comes to Tinkerbell there is always some form of adventure. Much like himself, she didn’t seem to give life much of a thought. 

Relationships:

Hook —> Forgotten Acquaintance/ Enemy

Wendy —> Close Friend/ Possible Love Interest

Tinkerbell –> Close Friend/ Possible Love Interest

Lost Boys —> Friends

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Peter Pan (1953) Dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson, & Hamilton Luske