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@peterwecanfly
Rapunzel paddled down the river slowly. She was eager to explore what was down the river. As she went around the river bend, she saw rapids up ahead. Rapunzel shrieked and tried to get ahold of the boat as it started rocking back and forth at an alarming rate. She lost her balance and toppled into the river.
"Help!" she cried as the water began to surround her, "Someone please help me!"
What a Day in London || Wendy & Edward
London surprised Edward immensely. He'd heard of the place from Giselle, she'd never been herself, but she described it as a very lovely place, where people sat around drinking tea and spoke very strangely. She was right and wrong. He didn't see that much tea drinking, but the people did speak quite strangely. Some people spoke as if they had a bee stuck up their noses, and there were also people who babbled on in some strange language similar to his own.
He'd never expected to go there himself, but then again he'd never expected Narissa to have multiple portals lying around the gardens. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, one second he was singing in the gardens, the next he was somewhere else. At first he thought that he was in New York again, the city was strange anyway, but, with the help of a few signs that clearly stated LONDON, he soon worked out that it definitely wasn't New York.
Edward thought of London as a cross between New York and Andalasia. It was just as busy as New York, but at least the locals were politer. He bowed to some people, and they returned the gesture, though they did seem a bit confused about it. Still, Edward found London incredibly dull. It was slower than New York, and much less colorful People still gave him strange looks as he walked past, but he wasn't shouted at here, it almost made him miss New York.
It was getting dark and Edward was considering going back, but he had no clue where to go. He didn't take much notice of the local landmarks, and the only place he remembered was the building with the unnecessarily large clock. Keeping his cheerful attitude up, he made his way back to said clock, in hope that he would remember where to go from there.
zinnianature replied to your post: M!A: For the next four days you are 18 years old (can effect current RPs if you wish~) Also, you can’t stop thinking about kissing girls. HORMONES HAVE YOU NOW this spell can’t be broken. ///HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF GLOB WE NEED TO DO AN RP OF OLDER WILBUR NOOOOW *lines up* I’M READY WILBUR peterwecanfly replied to your post: M!A: For the next four days you are 18 years old (can effect current RPs if you wish~) Also, you can’t stop thinking about kissing girls. HORMONES HAVE YOU NOW this spell can’t be broken. OH MY GOD I’M DYING ((Then let's go and this made me die more. Apparently my mom caught me laughing in here and thought I was crazy. Oops. How am I gonna do this?))
Wendy watched as the boy looked up as if the sky was his homeland. She had barely noticed her arms were so rudely crossed and after seeing him imitate her she quickly released them from her stomach. "Oh, Nor- Oh! Oh my!" She was shocked, startled and not sure if she should believe . "Mmmm?" her voice rang as she raised an eyebrow. "The North Pole? As in Comet and Cupid and Dasher?" Wendy drew very close to the boy, looked into his eyes and whispered "Prove it"
Bernard nodded along with every sentence that came out of Wendy's mouth. He understood how ridiculous it sounded. Heck, he was probably even the metaphorical 'skeptic among the scholars' at the Pole. But this was just one of those things that he naturally needed to faith that kids still believed in. His brows were knit thinking of a way to "prove" it to her, though, aside from his appearance, he physically had no way of doing.
"Come on," he tried to reason, beginning to talk with his hands and gesturing towards the girl, "you're not too old that you've stopped believing in that sort of thing, have you?"
Wendy smiled at the boy with the pointy ears. He looked about her age but talked as if he were a grown up. "Bernard, is it?" She made a hmph sound and crossed her arms. "How old are you?" Her eyebrow raised and her blue eyes starred at his in a state of curiosity. "And where on earth are you from?"
"I'm... older than I look," Bernard answered giving a half-smile. He saw Wendy's arms crossed and knew that there was no fooling a girl like this. He looked her in the eye and then rolled his own, as to say Why not? He crossed his arms to match hers and finally tried to give a straight answer in a hushed tone.
"From up north," he said, shaking his head, wanting to almost laugh at himself, "The North Pole, north, okay?"
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Wendy was having a bit of an off day so she slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake Michael and John, and placed herself by the window. Slowly she opened it and a cool breeze flowed behind the glass and into the room. A sigh left her lips as she stared at the second star to the right. "Oh Peter," She whispered to herself, "When will you be back?"
Peter had been having a perfectly boring day. Hook was locked in his quarters on the Jolly Roger, probably up to something, but out of Pan's reach, and he was supposed to be finding the lost boys in their game of hide and seek, but you can only play so many rounds before boredom hits. So he swung on his hammock and played on his flute instead. They'd get the hint eventually.
Just then, a thought occurred to him. He missed Wendy. He'd never admit it out loud, of course, but she'd at least keep him company when he was bored. That's it, he thought. I'll visit Wendy! I know she'll have missed me! And with that, off he flew to London. When he arrived at Wendy's house, he saw her sitting in the window, so he decided to have a little fun. He hid underneath the window sill, and at the opportune moment, jumped up on to window in an attempt to startle her.
Stories of Neverland || Wendy & Cinderella
Oh hello miss Cinderella! Charming’s gone? Oh dear, i’m sorry. Oh sure! I have tons of stories, i’ll tell the one with Peter and ol’ Hook!
Wendy sat and crossed her legs, flattening any wrinkles in her dress.
So it was a dark and stormy night. The last lost boy had just gone to bed when Peter heard a thump in the water. Looking out the top of Hangman’s tree he could see a silver hook appearing from the bushes. He flew out of the tree hoping Hook wouldn’t see their hideout and cooed as loud as he could. Hook then ran towards Peter, gun in hand. They made it out to the water when Hook held his hand out with the gun. Peter then slashed it with his dagger and threw it to the crocodile, only to celebrate his victory was it that he looked over to shore to see all of the lost boys and tink cheering!
Wendy giggled some.
Oh silly ol’ Hook
"Oh yes, he's away gone on a very important trip, but I know he'll be back soon. Not to worry." Cinderella sat on the ground near Wendy; her legs neatly tucked to the side. She looked at Wendy with anticipation. She couldn't wait to hear the story!
Cinderella listened intently as Wendy spoke. Her eyes grew wide as Hook pulled out a gun. But as always Peter saved the day, just as she knew he would.
"Wow! What an exciting story! I simply adore all of your stories Wendy, but this has to be one of my favorites!" Proclaimed Cinderella, as Wendy ended the tale.
Ariel: @ Wendy
Ariel was swimming around on the surface again. It seemed as though she did this more and more lately. She couldn't help herself though. Atlantica just wasn't as interesting as the human world. Ariel was even starting to make a few human friends. Of course, her father hadn't the slightest clue. Ariel couldn't imagine the horror if daddy ever did find out. She would be in so much trouble.
The thought of the possible consequences didn't deter Ariel though. Not one bit. As she sprang above the water, she could feel the warm sun beating down on her shoulders. She deeply inhaled the scent of the summer breeze. What a perfect day it was. Not a cloud in the sky.
Sitting atop her usual rock, Ariel fiddled with her human treasures. She dug her dinglehopper out of the bag and began to run it through her bright red hair. All of a sudden she noticed a human off in the distance walking the shoreline. She'd never seen this particular human before. She was smaller than her other human friends. Nevertheless, Ariel promptly swam towards the beach.
