#star:starters

[indomitablecourage]

“Salutations...” The polite greeting was followed by a draw from his cigars, Hook’s head tipping towards the sky as he exhaled a puff of smoke into the cool evening air. Venturing upon the shore alone was perhaps not always wise, but in moments of contemplation it was often best to do so lest the melancholy give way to frustration and the dreadful quench of rage sought to claim him from his path. And there were crew not too far, for he had no desire to row himself when he had the most loyal to row the boat for him and venture about in search of new pickings or man the shores in search of fish to feed the crew.

The contraption was drawn away from his lips then forgotten as his interest was pulled elsewhere, his ponderous mood reflected in the piercing blue of his eyes. A polite smile, for he was ever the gentleman, stretched across his lips and an incline of the head in greeting finished the ceremony, before his hook was waved before him. “The shores are silent and yet foreboding, there comes trouble I believe it... Something in the air calls to battle, and the spill of blood, do you not feel? The quiet before the storm... an ill omen of many and yet! It stirs the blood anew, the fever of the promise of battle...” Eyes widened for put a moment, a thrum of excitement before it faded and his lips creep into an expression that might be disconcerting if it were not so charming. “What calls you to disturb Hook? Tread carefully for my hook craves blood.”

[theshadcwman]

“Enchanté, my dear… and what brings you to seek the shadows?”

From his perch in the trees, Facilier leant forward on his branch, not yet moving to the ground but instead content to linger in the shadows above before revealing himself entirely, preferring the way the shadows masked his features. He was nothing but an advocate for the theatricality of it after all. He had taken his time in learning the art, and encouraging others to whisper of The Shadow Man to only add more mystery and thus power behind his name.  It was all part of the show that made it possible to take the opportunity to strike a deal with one unfamiliar with his duplicitous nature or to find himself some entertainment on the island.

[verbosedisaster]

Walking the beaches was not something he was fond of, given the likelihood of some young hooligan attempting to jump from the treeline to catch him unawares, but if he ever wanted to procure himself some form of leverage, Jack knew he’d have to do some significant legwork, especially when he was running on a skeleton crew. “Even when at her most rancorous state, Nassau’s captains did not fail to come to congenial terms to sate the desires within their chests and yet in this odious environment the levels of mistrust fail to allow even the most elementary of discussions to pass without such copious amounts of mistrust present it’s nigh on improbable any settlement can be made...”

Frustrated mutterings were muttered under his breath in lieu of having his companion to air them to. Such deep thought almost proved his undoing however, as his foot sank into a deeper pit than he was expecting, concentration on the landscape not as present as that of his thoughts, and he had to stagger to find his step once more. “This fucking island...” he growled, tone louder this time, expressions of eloquence falling way to an outburst of cursing, though his diction did not suffer any less clarity for it. Pausing in his step to right himself, he rolled his ankle once before a sound caught his attention and he turned in the direction, hand already heading for the dagger at his waist.

[pirateflynn]

“Look, you’re gonna have to turn around and walk away, and pretend you didn’t see this.” A grave expression washes over Flynn’s features, an attempt to mask his surprise at actually being caught red-handed with the bag of some poor hapless soul who just left it waiting around. It was asking to be taken, really. He could only hope that it didn’t belong to person staring him down.

After a few moments of trying to assess whether or not this person poses a physical threat, Flynn decides to just turn around and attempt to walk away. He will just walk. If he’s lucky, that will be the end of it. But of course, a pirate’s life ain’t ever easy. Especially not here, on Neverland.

[sleepingrcses]

It had only been two days since Aurora arrived on Neverland, it had been a disorienting experience to say the very least, one moment she was falling asleep in a cozy bed after defeating Maleficent then the next she woke up on the shore.

She had been trying to familiarize herself with the island so she wouldn't get lost while she was stuck here, however long that was.

Aurora reluctantly took a break from her exploring after noticing how tired she was and sat down on a log with her back resting against a tree.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone coming towards her.

" What do you want?"

Her voice sounded weary and tired rather than loud and demanding which was what she had been trying to go for

[a-beaulieu]

the education adam had gotten was extensive, he was well rounded in a way. it had been nice to once be the smartest person in the room but now it didn’t help at all. he knew not of why he was here. but never before had adam been to a beach. it took him just over a year to get enough courage to venture out to there. he laid down a towel, and soon he was asleep...

[mcridasx]

After spending the morning hunting for her breakfast, Merida was making her way to where she had set up camp when she spotted someone between the trees, off the path she had been following. Moving to take a closer look, she crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head as she watched them for a few moments before speaking.  “what are you doing?”

[lostdipper]

It’s the stars that enchant Dipper, more than anything else in the universe.. and it’s those stars that brought him to Neverland, the only place he’s ever been able to call home. There is something magnetic about their pull, as if they call to him and lure him in like a siren of the deep. For as long as Dipper’s heart still beats on this island, he will be in love with the stars.

Small frame is perched on a large rotting tree stump atop of a hill. The night is clear, and a bit breezy, blowing his hair every which way. Dipper ignores the flirting of the wind, wrapping his arms around his tucked up knees. He is doing what he normally does, whenever Pan isn’t making the boys play some game into the deepest parts of the night. He is watching the stars.

He’s lost track of time, doesn’t know exactly how long he’s been sitting there dreaming.. but the snap of a twig brings him out of his reverie. Dipper jerks his head toward the sound, pupils shifting to take in as much light as possible. At first he is silent, but he realizes that he is out in the open and undoubtedly has been seen.

Grabbing a large rock that rested at his feet, Dipper holds up and rises from his perch. If it’s a pirate, he’ll be ready. There’s a small dagger, sheathed but ready to go, strapped at his ankle with a dried out piece of leather. He may be soft, but that doesn’t mean he can’t do damage.

“Who’s there?”