Snippet #2113107

Oliver Twirl

The sun slowly shone in through the peek of the curtains of the house's lounge. The young boy blinked his eyes open slowly, having crashed after reading a bedtime story the night before and not gone to bed in time. He could only assume that Oliver looked rather comfortable curled up on the sofa. Which he was. He was well rested, and gave out a small squeaky yawn, stretching all of his limbs and then opening his eyes more. He blinked around the room before sitting upright, his now messy bedhair screwed up in front of his face. Oliver could see himself in the nearby mirror and laughed a little, walking up to it and making faces at himself in the mirror. He grinned at it before walking up the stairs and to his bedroom. Moments later, he walked out again, dressed in a shirt and jeans. He looked around, knowing that Stitch was probably already up and looking around for him. "...Stitch?" He called out quietly, peeking round corners and then looking in the kitchen. "...Please don't jump out on me..." He said, before spotting the note on the counter and picking it up. It took him a little while, but he read it out loud to himself eventually. "Hey guys. Got up pree...pre-tea eiour.... eiourly... goin' to M-mawll. Me-me there if want... do som-eh-thing awll together. Stitch." Oliver tilted his head. It sorta made sense to him. Well, he pretty much made out that Stitch had gone M-Mall and they could go meet him if they wanted. He left the note there for Wynn and then slipped on his shoes, humming a childish little tune to himself, not really thinking about it. It was something along the lines of, "You an' me together we'll be. Forever you'll see." He wasn't even really thinking about it all that much. He was just murmuring a harmless little tune to himself. He then jumped up and went to the door, peeking out of it slowly and then slowly stepping out, closing the door carefully behind him and then jumping down the steps, counting them as he went. He smiled a little to himself and then made his way to the M-Mall, still murmuring that little tune to himself.

Marian Fitzwalter

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch Her bare pinky delicate feet scraped along the sand gently as she walked along, the salty sea air going through her nostrils as she breathed in, and breathed out slowly and calmly. She did this more or less every morning. The ocean was a great thing to listen to when you first woke up. And the sand between your toes certainly felt nice. The curly haired ginger smiled gently, her eyes closed as she walked a little bit further, skirt ruffling a bit against the morning breeze and then she stopped. Splish. Splosh.The feel and sound of water crashing against her ankles and flowing around them. She looked behind her and tossed her shoes onto the sand before facing out towards the ocean and looking at the sun barely risen above the salty waters. She smiled at the view that had now become vaguely familiar to her and closed her eyes yet again. She didn't really care that her knee length skirt was getting small drops of water on it. The water just felt so good against her body, and she knew it would dry off anyway. "It's just too good to resist." She murmured to herself, shaking her head at the view and then closing her eyes again, holding her delicate hands behind her back and relaxing. It was so easy to relax out here. Especially early in the morning when hardly anyone else was out. Later on in the day, others came and started playing in the waters. Not now however. Right now, there were just a few people on the sand, and they were busy doing other stuff to notice her. Or well, that's what she assumed anyways...

Peter Pan

"And then they all lived happily ever after..." The chocolate brown eyes of the ginger haired boy roamed over those last few words, repeating them under his breath a couple of times as he thought about it. He brushed his thumb across the printing, breathing in, and then breathing out. "But what is a happily ever after?" He asked himself. The over six foot teen continued to ponder this, blinking a couple of times as he sat on the roof of their house, still in his pyjama's (Well, a very thin vest and baggy trousers) and looking through the story book 'Little Red Riding hood'. He tilted his head and closed the book, inspecting the cover carefully and then resting it on the roof tiles. "The wolf dies..." He frowned slightly and then jumped up, standing on the roof tiles. "Hell, if I was that wolf, I'd swipe out my sword and cut that, girl into pieces!" He grinned and then gestured a sword fight before laughing to himself and peeking over the side of the house. He saw some people had already left their houses and smiled gently. "Maybe Tink's out..." He grinned, sliding down a little and then swinging himself into his bedroom window, slipping on his clothes quickly and grinning to himself. "Tink's always up for a laugh. Wonder what we could do today..." He placed the fairytale book carefully on the desk in his room and then slid down the banister of the staircase, slipping around and then landing at the bottom and dashing out the door. He already knew where Tinkerbell's house was and instantly headed in her direction. "Tinkerbell, tinkerbell, oh oh tinkerbell." He sung to himself as he merrily went along, almost excitably in wonder of what they'd be going around doing today...