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 Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 7:46 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 6:49 pm
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☠ ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 ☠ ℙ𝕒𝕟
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IT'S • NOT • QUITE • A • MYSTERY
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Nathan looked out the window of the two story house, bored out of his mind. He was stuck at his grandmother;s place, since his parents decided to be out for the weekend. Nathan would eventually sneak out in the darkness of the night, but not now. Not while his grandmother was awake, and her housemaid, Liza. It wasn't like he hated his grandmother, she was just way old-fashioned. Getting out of the chair, walked around the house, humming a tune, that he's known for a while but couldn't quite remember the name. Liza was getting to ready to leave and Nathan only gave a slight wave to her, before making his way upstairs, trying to find something amusing. Walking to the guest room where he stayed, pulled out his sketchbook and pencil, finishing up a sketch. It was a self portrait, but with some different features, like his eyes, were more like cat eyes, and had fangs. Soon tiredness started to take over, and fell asleep with sketchbook and pencil in hand.
Waking up, looked around, and noticed this wasn't his grandmother's place. No it definitely wasn't. The male panicked, feeling his hands tied. This wasn't no kidnapping, he would've felt it. Pulling on the ties, tried breaking free, but it was useless. Why him? What did Nathan do wrong? He didn't know, but he would like some answers around here.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 6:53 pm
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  Captain James Hook. His appearance was just to his reputation and the other pirates feared him. The captain's hair, long and black, hung in thick strands about his aging face. He was thin but the sinewy muscles on his limbs made him look strong nevertheless, and his face bore thin pale scars, the most prominent one of them all being across his cheekbone. Hook would make men richer than their wildest dreams, but if they questioned an order or disobeyed him, they would die a most painful and public death. For that his crew would describe him as ruthless and sadistic, but in the pirate world those were compliments.
His daughter, Elizabeth, was born from the waves and raised by the sea. Her appearance deceived her. She looked sweet and innocent, much like her mother did before she passed all those years ago, though men feared her. She was just skilled with a sword as her father and she could certainly throw a dagger or two at pinpoint accuracy. But that didn't mean she was as ruthless or as solemn as the captain. Since she was a young girl, she loved to swim, climb, run around, and play hide and seek.
Eliza met the Lost Boys when she was just five years old and over the years had taken to playing with them while her father was busy running the ship. Time and time again, they told her great tales of a boy named Peter Pan and how they would travel Neverland and fight pirates and go on amazing adventures, before one day he left and never returned. The way the Lost boys spoke about Peter was obviously quite a contrast compared to what Hook thought of him.
Quite frankly, she thought it was pathetic that her father was still holding the same grudge even after all these years, and she wasn't shocked in the slightest when Hook had announced that he would be kidnapping Peter's only child. In fact she found it kind of funny. His intentions were to start a war - he was entirely convinced that Peter would return to save his child, and when he did, they would have their final battle - a fight to the death. The captain may have wanted that but Elizabeth did not. There was more than enough fighting on the ship as it was and starting another war would only mean more unnecessary deaths.
Which was why she intended to free the boy.
She must have waited for hours until all of the crew was finally asleep. Quiet as a mouse, Eliza slipped out of her bed and walked across the room towards the door, passing by her father who was passed out at his desk as she did so. Her sword hung in its sheath by her side and her favourite dagger was tucked into her left boot, for precautions in case anyone caught her and dared to try and do anything about it. Emerging from the Captain's Quarters, Elizabeth traveled down the stairs towards the main deck and then down another flight to get to the room the boy was being held captive in.
Eliza entered the dark room with her hand clasped around her sword and was surprised to see him awake and aware. The poor thing looked utterly terrified. Afraid that he might start yelling, the young woman strode over to him quickly and bent down to clasp a hand over his mouth. "Don't be afraid," she whispered, looking him directly in the eye. "I didn't do this to you. I'm here to help," she explained softly, and lifted her perfectly shaped eyebrows questioningly and waited on his response. Slowly, she removed her hand and took in his features for only a second or two before she retrieved her dagger and moved around to begin cutting the rope. It was odd to finally see someone her own age. The men on this ship were adults while the eldest of the Lost Boys was merely thirteen.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 7:01 pm
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☠ ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 ☠ ℙ𝕒𝕟
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Nathan was the son to famous boy who never grew up, well he did grow up, eventually, named Peter Pan. Peter has his own reputation of being mischievous, playful and energetic. Nathan was not like his father at all. Nathan would rather be sketching all day, or just play video games. His father told stories of a place called Neverland, where his enemy, Captain Hook was. His friends, the lost boys, were also there. Nathan look liked his father, the brown locks and those green eyes, that swooned over many girls back home. Green like the emeralds buried deep or the moss that laid on the ground.
Has he ever been to Neverland? No, his dad doesn't allow it. Nor does it grandmother. His mother doesn't even know for bloody sake! One thing never mentioned was, Peter changed his last name to Neville, instead of Pan, but somehow Nathan got to keep the name.
Watching the girl with fear in his eyes, followed her every move, from her covering his mouth to pulling a dagger and cutting the rope. Nathan remanded silent, because he didn't believe her. Who else would know where he would be? Or even carry a dagger on them? Nathan opened his mouth, but nothing came out, before shaking his head "And how can I believe you miss?" He asked, a heavy accent with each word spoken. "It's not like people carry a bloody dagger on them? Or ties someone up, unless y'know.. for other purposes" He said with a smirk appearing across the full lips, having a dirtied mind for a moment. It's one of his flaws, he was very dirtied minded at times, but which boy aren't dirtied minded at eighteen years old?
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ghoullia Me too! Sorry for a late reply sweatdrop but omg you're reply blows mine out of the water haha |
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