Snippet #2311162

Peter Pan
Peter had all the essentials packs: sleeping hammoks, flint, rope, change of clothes and of course his most prized posession, his sword. He dashed down the stairs, the back pack slung over his shoulder. It was evident he was in a foul disposition as she began to wrap some bread and non perishable food for the trip.

"Alice, go upstairs and grab one of my other jackets from the closet in the bedroom." He didn't dare look at Wendy, what reason was there to? It was obvious she was on to them, and her seeming denial had rather been a tactic to calm herself. There was an elephant in the room, one of enormous potential. Though he despised Wendy for his current life, for growing up, he couldn't deny the feeling he had once felt for her.

Once the food was wrapped he packed it up and walked over to Wendy, his green eyes staring into hers sorrowfully. He kissed her gently on the forehead, a subtle sorry for his betrayal.

He tossed up the hood of his jacket and waited for Alice to be ready before making his way on his reluctant adventure.

"Okay, Alice, any ideas on where the newcomer will have surfaced? Tink has always stressed the power of reflection."

He made haste in his steps, though he had packed for a possible over nighter, he did not intend for it.

Mackenzie Alicia Aisling
Mackenzie simply watched the peculiar man fussed with his hair, with a slight shake of her head. The Cheshire Cat was who he claimed to be and Mackenzie just smirked lightly to herself. For a moment, she felt sorry for the man, a man who obviously can't stand the world the way it was or couldn't stand himself. His narcissistic behavior, although convincing, probably just a front and a pathetic attempt to love himself. Still he exuded confidence and in mere moments, Mackenzie discovered why.

She simply stared at the large black and silver stripes, almost Bengal like in its regalness. Mackenzie's eyes were almost as wide as cat's naturally wide set, her breath caught in her throat. A small squeak that resembled that of a rusty wheel escaped her motionless lips. It was safe to say that her concept of the reality she knows imploded on itself. The world was over as she knew it. The girl remained a statue, unmoving and unchanging as Abel bowed and dressed himself. The thoughts flooding her mind were too fast to keep track of and it took her a moment to jar herself back to thinking logically, well as logically as she could possibly be. It was clear she needed to adapt.

"I'm sorry I doubted you." She mumbled in a weak voice, surprised that she could form words so quickly. Almost zombie like she continued in the direction Abel guided her to. This wasn't a fairy tale, she was truly on her way to see Snow White.