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Post by Peter Pan on Feb 3, 2009 15:32:28 GMT -5
"Alice, we're here!" Said Peter eagerly, pointing with his free hand as his other held on tight to Alice's. He guided them down toward the floor, landing lightly in the middle of the street as many people took a couple of paces away from them and cast curious looks. Well, he was pretty extraordinary after all.
"So... Why are we here again? Oh yeah," he said remembering and taking off his hat. He fiddled around with the feather again to make sure it was still there. "Where are we gonna get a needle? There are loads of shops." He took a glance at the nearest shop - it had little models of a strange looking mouse figure. "Who is that guy?" Peter asked, walking to the shop window to get a closer look. "I keep seeing him everywhere."
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Post by Alice Liddell on Feb 7, 2009 2:31:21 GMT -5
[I'm SO sorry this took too long. I barely have time to post on the weekdays. Argh. xD]
Long blonde hair blew into Alice Liddell's pink face as two children zipped through the breezy air. Peter Pan and Alice had been zooming above the Disney Resort for a fair fifteen minutes, due to Peter's incredibly aggressive speed. The English child tightly grasped onto his hand, fearing she'd commit another fault if she weren't careful. She'd fall, or else!
Eagerly, Peter pointed his free finger at the wide road of Main Street of USA. Carefully, he set her two tiny black shoes down to the surface. Before another word, she straightened her apron, brushed off some filth off her blue dress, pulled her blonde hair back, and the final touch - fix her black bow headband. "What a thrill that was! I was quite afraid I wouldn't be presentable once I step foot.." Fine ladies ought to not appear as if they've just woken up! She made sure she still had Peter's green-cloth hat and his detached feather. Their purpose for arriving in Main Street was to sew the limp feather back on.
"Well, I've never bothered to seek anything in these curious shops... I suppose the official clothiers ought to do.." Careless Pan took quite an interest in these odd shops, with glass displays enclosing peculiar products. Most of them featured a seemingly life-size mouse. "I must agree.. you can't miss that fellow. I too wonder who he might be...I've yet to meet him; people stubbornly claim he is very real." It wasn't that Alice was a non-believer... Unlike most ladies, she found mice to be quite fascinating.
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Post by Peter Pan on Feb 7, 2009 8:31:38 GMT -5
((That's alright, don't worry. ) While Alice sorted herself out, Peter felt an incredible urge to roll his eyes of her being so girly. He resisted however and continued to gaze in to the shop window with much curiosity, wondering who this strange little mouse could be. What exactly was so special about him and why was his face in every shop when no one had ever met him? I mean, he was only a mouse, right? After several long moments of considering going in there to find out what all the fuss was about, he clicked his fingers and turned back to Alice, forgetting for the second time that day about the loose feather. "Oh yeah! The feather!" He look down the street at the many different faces weaving in and out of shops. There were so many to choose from, how were they ever going find one little needle? "Uh... Where do we start?" He asked her, wondering if she knew where they could find one. It was Alice's idea after all and Peter never did have the best memory.
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Post by Alice Liddell on Feb 8, 2009 4:09:34 GMT -5
She made a sort of quirky face that could only mean she was mulling over something. In this case, where to find the nearest clothiers. Main Street ought to be the best place to find anything to suit for convenience. Afterall, it was the only place that actually made... sense! And today's mission would have to exclude such mumbo jumbo!
She had a habit of picking on things when in deep thought, and it took a moment for her to realize that she rumaging through the strands of the red feather. "What are we looking for?" she asked herself. Oh, just another one of her absent moments! "Yes! The clothiers!" A nearby kiosk stood on the sidewalks of the street, and Alice, capable of locating her resources, took ahold of a list of Main Street Shops. "Ah! The Disney Clothiers ought to be our best choice!" she suggested with an optimistic grin to Peter.
"But goodness! This street is much too massive to seek one sole shop.." she sighed, with diminished hopes of her flying. She was much too new to it... Who knew when she'd fall flat on her face! "Can you fly to locate it?" Peter was a spectacular flyer... he was able to locate Main Street without a problem!
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Post by flygymchimp on Feb 8, 2009 16:28:57 GMT -5
Tinkerbell sat on a fake toadstool in the Fantasyland area of the park. She'd been there for a while, just doing nothing. Nothing in particular. Just thinking about things - like the horrible Lady Tremaine who'd just killed at least two fairies, and then the Lord Beckett who'd taken the cruel woman's side. It wasn't fair how they were so powerful, that they could just utter a few couple of words, and then instantly, some of her friends would die. Like magic. A cruel dark magic that nobody should know. And it was so simple to do. Just a few words, and just like that, cold, dead fairy. It was such a problem, that Tink had no idea what to do about it. There was no way to protect herself, or any of her friends, besides making people believe. And even when the lady had so clearly seen her, she'd still not believed. The stubborn ignorant swine.
Feeling down again, she then thought of Peter, and his image in her mind brought a smile to her full lips. She'd go find Peter; they always had a nice time together didn't they?
Fleeting away from the colorful world of Fantasyland, she looked around for a green clad boy. It didn't take too long, before she spotted the boy who never grew up, in main street. She was just about to fly down and greet him, when a certain young girl in a blue flouncy dress caught her eye. Next to Peter. Her Peter. She felt the jealousy build up in her small frame again; the same feeling she felt with Tiger Lily, and most definitely the Wendy-bird. Her hands curled up into small fists, and she flew down to land on Peter's head, glaring pointedly at the girl. Why did Peter have to be so amazing that every person of the female persona flocked to him? It annoyed her so much. She opened her small mouth tightly to speak, with a bit of an edge to her bell's voice. "I see you've made another new friend Peter. . ." she smiled curtly at the girl.
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 9, 2009 13:48:26 GMT -5
((Sorry for butting in! I just wanted Esme to meet you three! ^^ ))
Esmeralda was walking through the theme parks, with Djali by her side. The sun was shining on her raven curls, making them shine in the sunlight, and her emerald eyes were glittering. She noticed a boy and a girl a bit further away, but since Esmeralda herself was still in the green meadows, she was too far away to see who it was. She noticed a little, sparkling light in the air, but thought it was the rays of the sun.
Suddenly Djali bleated and ran over to a bush. But it wasn't his regular I-am-hungry bleat. This bleat was surprised, and sounded more like Look-what-I-have-found. Djali carefully picked up what ever he had found and carefully walked back to his mistress with it, placing it in her hand.
Esmeralda looked down at her hand to see what Djali had found. She gasped in terror. It was a tiny fairy laying there, gasping for breath, almost dying. Esmeralda's emerald eyes filled with tears of compassion.
"Oh dear! What has happened to you?"
Her voice was mild as she spoke to the tiny fairy.
"Please don't be afraid of me, I will try to help you!"
She placed the tiny fairy in one of her clean silk scarves and placed her on the grass. Then she emptied her dress pockets for all healing herbs and plants she had, before she started her attempts to revive the tiny fairy.
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Post by Peter Pan on Feb 10, 2009 16:09:17 GMT -5
((That's alright! ) "The Disney Clothiers, got it," repeated Peter, his face set with determination as he stared down the long street. There, at the very end of the road Peter could distantly see a beautiful looking building of a magical castle. It had a certain aura about it, as if it was the heart of all the magic that seemed to be around this enchanting park. As if it was flowing in Peter's very own chest. Just then, Peter felt two tiny feet land on the top of his head. "There ya are Tink," he said cheerfully. Not being able to see her, Peter did not catch the glare that Tinker Bell was giving to poor Alice. Yet, he couldn't hardly mistake the tone. "Aw, come on Tink, be nice! It's only Alice!" He looked up at the top of his head to see if he could catch a glimpse of the tiny fairy, about to give her a nudge. As he glanced back down at Alice however, he noticed someone in the distance that he recognized. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he realised that it was Esmeralda, the gypsy he had met on several occasions. She seemed to be crouching down at the floor, emptying her pockets. "Esmeralda!" Peter yelled, cupping his mouth with his hands. "Hey - Esmeralda!"
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 10, 2009 16:27:13 GMT -5
((That's alright! ) Esmeralda smiled when Peter Pan came closer. She could recognize his voice everywhere. And she noticed that the light in the air was a fairy. Esmeralda carefully lifted the tiny fairy she had found in the grass. Thanks to Esmeralda's help, the tiny creature was still alive, but oh, so sick! "Hello Peter, and the tiny light next to you must be the legendary Tinker Bell. Nice to meet you. I am Esmeralda, a gypsy from Paris in France." She gave the fairy and the strange girl a polite curtsey, then showed the almost dying fairy to Peter. "Djali found her in the grass, Peter. What happened to her? Can she be saved?"
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Post by Peter Pan on Feb 10, 2009 16:46:57 GMT -5
Peter, who had flown over to her with a huge grin on his face, felt it falter as he saw the dying fairy lying in Esmeralda's hands. He lowered down on to the floor, looking down at her with an expression that was hard to read. "Someone doesn't believe," he said finally in a quiet voice. "Everytime someone says that there's no such thing, a fairy somewhere falls down dead."
He crouched down to Esmeralda's level and gently touched the top of the fairy's head. He glanced over at Tink and Alice to see what they thought. He doubted Alice had ever seen a sick fairy before. "The only way to make her better is to believe. For enough people to believe that there are such things as fairies. You believe don't you?" He asked Esmeralda. "And you too, Alice?" He added hopefully, looking over at her.
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 10, 2009 17:11:59 GMT -5
Esmeralda's beautiful emerald eyes were filled with tears when she heard what Peter said about the fairies.
"Oh Peter, that's horrible! How can anyone say that?"
She stroke her index finger gently over the tiny fairy in her hand, speaking mildly to her, like a mother to a sick child.
"Don't you worry, little one, we will get you well again. Just you wait and see. Every dark night has a bright ending. Don't give up hope...."
Esmeralda listened to Peter when he spoke about believing. Her emerald eyes were glittering when she looked into his eyes.
"Of course I believe. Would you find me here crying over a little fairy and trying to help her if I didn't?"
She looked over at the tiny fairy, worry in her voice.
"If someone are walking around, killing fairies, it should be stopped. But who would do such a thing? Do you know anyone who don't believe?"
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Post by Alice Liddell on Feb 10, 2009 19:01:47 GMT -5
Tiny little bells could be heard from the distance. Perhaps a small market cart was selling chiming bells as a keen souvenier... But that large head of hers was somthing floating under the sun. She shielded her eyes for a moment, how painful it was to stare at the sunray's beams! And what else would one not want to see? To find a girl glaring at you! Wait a minute, that's no girl. She was merely a few inches tall! And were those... wings? Like Vidia! Only, Alice's first impression of the air fairy was dark and grim. The new arrival wore green, her shiny blonde hair tied back in a bun. But even that wicked face of hers was very much like Vidia's... "Erm, hello! I see that you know Peter." She gestured a small wave of greeting to the tiny fairy. It was Tinkerbell! The fairy Peter spoke of... oh, the jealous one?
But Peter wasn't at all very pleased with the fairy's greeting. Alice's reaction remain concealed.. eyes wandering off with innocence, hands stuffed in her white apron. She hoped she wouldn't cause an angry fray...
Alright, now where might we be able to find the clotheirs... She mused. But Peter saught an unwanted distraction. She resisted the habit of the impatient sigh, a kind the citizens of England disapproved. Down the street was a tall woman, rather curvy, and her hair was abnormally bushy. Peter recognized her immediately the way he insisted she come. But upon the woman's arrival, she didn't seem very jovial to see them. "Oh! I think I've met you before! You're a gypsy, yes?" she cried out with even a greeting. Foolish. The woman looked down at her hands, appearing more melancholy.
A weakened fairy laid. "Goodness! That is dreadfully horrible!" she cried, hands cupping her cheeks. But Peter spontaneously decided on a cure for the fairy... and that was belief? He glanced at the child with a look of hope. Before speaking up, she glanced at Tinkerbell and her wicked face, the dark Vidia appearing in her mind. What was this impression? Unwelcomed?
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Post by flygymchimp on Feb 11, 2009 18:46:35 GMT -5
Tinkerbell merely rolled her eyes at Peter's always optimistic tone of voice and crossed her arms tighter. He was always doing that with girls. . . making it seem like they were always so. . so, . . innocent and like she was the villain! Didn't he see that they were all just trying to take him away from her? She tried to calm down a bit, since she was beginning to see the world with a slight tinge of red obstructing her view. After a few deep breaths, the crimson lights faded, and she could see clearly again. She'd try to be optimistic too then. For Peter. Maybe this girl wasn't so bad. . . not like Wendy. Maybe she was just a friend to Peter. Nothing more, and possibly less. Maybe. She tried to keep the charade up for a while, and forced the annoyance out of her smile. It wasn't a genuine kind, but at least it did not have the ticked off look to it. As long as the girl didn't try to kiss Peter. . . she supposed she'd be alright.
Tinkerbell found herself now needing to grab onto the rim of Peter's hat to keep from flying off at the wind that was coming towards them as he flew towards the gypsy girl. Esmeralda he'd called her. She didn't look so bad. Too old; too mature to be a threat at all to Tink. She nodded, a pleased smile on her face at the introduction. Ooh, "legendary". Yes, she liked that quite a lot. "It's wonderful to meet you too. . ." her voice trailed off in distraction at the sight of the person lying on the piece of silk on the grass. Tinkerbell felt her throat lock up, and her whole body tense. It was a fairy. And she was almost. . .d-. . .dea-. .. she couldn't bear the word. Dead. Who would do this? Tink felt the warm tears well up in her eyes, followed by a harsh sweep of anger that billowed up from her stomach. She knew just who would. Lady Tremaine. She couldn't be sure if it was this particular fairy that the woman had destroyed, but it may as well have been. She shook her head hard, trying to clear the memory, but it stood still, clear in her mind, and stubborn as a mule.
With sad remorse, Tinkerbell flew down slowly towards her comrade, wiping at the hot tears. Alexis. It was Alexis, the animal talent fairy. She must have been exploring the grass, with the bugs and creatures that scurried about inside it. Tinkerbell wasn't too close to the fairy, but she knew that Fawn was. Poor Fawn, and poor, poor Alexis. She landed softly on the cloth, sitting down next to her dying friend's head, stroking her dark brown hair. "It's alright. . . it'll be okay." she murmured, trying at the same time to make herself believe it. She almost didn't hear Esmeralda's question. Rhetorical or not. She looked up at the gypsy, hate bleeding in her eyes. "Lady Tremaine." she said, the edge that had been present when she was speaking to the blond girl, magnified in her voice at the name of the woman. She'd take the girl versus the witch any day. And maybe even Wendy.
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 11, 2009 19:41:20 GMT -5
((Brilliant post, Tink! Perfect for the plot I was suggesting in the PM. Esmeralda will definitely use her apprentice skills for this. ;D ))
Esmeralda noticed a certain tension in the air between the tiny fairy and the little girl. Her eyes glittered with humor, and she looked over at Peter, her eyes asking the question that never came over her lips.
Are they always like this? The fairies?
For her, Peter was only a boy. A good friend that almost felt like a kid brother. She had fun with him when he taught her how to prank someone, he had taught her how to fly. If she had taught him anything, she didn't know. She appreciated their friendship. Esmeralda was wild and free, and intended to remain so. It would take a special kind of man to win her heart. And so far, even if many had tried, nobody had succeeded.
So it was with a pure conscience she could meet Tinkerbell's gaze and give her a friendly smile while admiring her beauty. She admired the lovely set of wings and the aura of gold surrounding the tiny fairy. Esmeralda had no interest in stealing Peter away from Tinkerbell.
Her emerald gaze moved over to the tiny fairy again, and she finished making the herbal tea she had prepared for the little fairy upon the arrival of the others. Esmeralda found a thimble, and gently poured tea into it, before helping tje tiny fairy to drink. She spoke mildly to the little fairy, like a mother to a sick child.
"Here little one, drink this. It will give you your strength back, and keep you alive.... at least untill I have found the one who did this to you.... And when I do..... God have mercy on that person, because I won't. I am not Merlin's apprentice for nothing. You will be revenged, little one. Just you wait and see."
Esmeralda turned her gaze to look at Tinkerbell, listening to her words. By the mentioning of a certain name, her emerald eyes shot blazes of fire. Her voice, which usually was so calm and gentle, got a hidden threat in it, not against any of the people present, but against the haughty aristocratic woman with the heart of stone. Frollo's sister, just as eager to execute the gypsies as Frollo himself.
"Excuse me, did you say.... Lady Tremaine? The same lady who tries to exterminate my people and rid us from the surface of the Earth? That Lady Tremaine? With a large black cat with eyes of sulfur and a heart as demonic as that of his owner's? A cat named Lucifer?"
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Post by Peter Pan on Feb 12, 2009 15:46:48 GMT -5
((I agree with Esme - brilliant role playing everyone!! I love how detailed you all are! It's like reading a novel. ;D))
Peter caught Esmeralda's eye as he too felt the atmosphere between Tink and Alice. Yet as usual, he tended to dismiss it. It was no big deal, Tink was only looking out for him. Or she was just jealous of Alice or something. He didn't get why though, It's not like anyone could take her place - Tinker Bell was very special to Peter after all. She'd get over it, right? Besides there was nothing like that between him and Alice - wait - there was never anything like that between him and anyone! Peter did not love! He didn't feel those kind of feelings for anyone... Did he?
He looked hard in to Esmeralda's eyes but said nothing. There was a sudden glimpse of darkness there before he looked back down, not wanting her to see in to his true being. The pain and loss and loneliness that he would never speak of and would be determined to never feel. He was just a boy.
The little fairy turned out to be someone Tinker Bell knew, which enhanced Peter's need to find the culprit further. From the way Esmeralda was speaking, it seemed she felt the same. He glanced over at Alice to see her pale face cupped around her hands. She seemed too appalled to speak. As he continued to gaze down at the fairy led on the cloth, it was Tinker Bell who voiced Peter's thoughts. Lady Tremaine.
"Just who I was thinking," he said. "I only met her once... But she said it then. She was so cold I thought she was Hook in drag. Don't worry, Tink. We'll get her for what she's done," he added quietly, gently stroking the top of her blonde head. He stood up slowly, but his eyes never left the fairy on the floor. He motioned to Alice to come closer as she seemed to be a little distance away from the rest. "You all right?" He asked her in an uncharacteristically gentle tone as finally moved his eyes to hers. He knew how horrifying this would be to Wendy, so perhaps Alice felt the same.
Peter's head turned to Esmeralda's voice as she spoke. "Of course!" He said clicking his fingers. "You know her as well, don't ya? She's that Frollo's sister!"
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 12, 2009 16:15:18 GMT -5
((I agree with Peter. This thread is so detailed and well written that it is among my favorites ^^ I love you guys!))
Esmeralda noticed Peter's reaction and smiled in understanding. She too felt the loneliness inside. She had many who wanted to love her, but she herself loved nobody. She sighed deeply. Why was it she never fell for anyone? She hoped she wouldn't be as cold and hard as Lady Tremaine.
Esmeralda listened to Peter's word, nodding, while she took care of the poor little fairy resting on her finest silk handkerchief. She seemed to get a little more color, after drinking the tea Esmeralda prepared for her. Peter asked if she knew Lady Tremaine, and Esmeralda replied.
"I know her, all right. She is the sister of my arch enemy Frollo. who wants to swipe the gypsies away from the surface of the earth. I was raised by the Gypsy King, Clopin Troillefou, and I have sworn to protect the gypsies from harm."
Esmeralda looked up at Tinkerbell.
"Has Lady Tremaine behaved badly, so this could have happened? Said or done anything she shouldn't have? I feel tempted to use my wand to force her into believing."
A twinkle lit in her emerald eyes, and she started laughing, lowly at first, then more openly. She looked up at the others.
"Oh, forgive me. I was just thinking: If I use my wand to turn her into a fairy, will she start claiming she doesn't exist?"
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