Snippet #2286104

Peter Pan

Peter let go of Wendy so she could tend to Alice's wounds, as he had to hold himself back from running to her aid. Besides, he never really bothered to know where the first aid stuff was kept. It was generally Wendy's job to tend to his wounds, or it used to be.

His mind was racing, how the hell does he get himself out of this awkward situation? Having tea with a dying flame and an ignited one. was less than ideal. And the horrible lie that spilled out of Alli didn't leave much room for an excusable exit, not while the storm raged on. His only option was to excuse himself, but how? And did he really want to leave these two to their own devices? Not that Alli would delibrately sabatoge them, but an accidental slip?

"So what's the plan ladies? Wendy, you know I'm not into this whole playing host stuff." He said almost frantically. He wasn't lying, he really did hate the whole playing house thing, he found it incredibly boring. The room was shrinking, but he had to hold his ground, for now. His tactic, leave the ball in their court.

Mackenzie Alicia Aisling

Great, of course this is her luck. She's either been drugged and his having one hell of a trip or, well, there is no or. Now she's in god knows where with a funny talking lunatic, here's to hoping he's just a LARPER. She accepted his assistance and stood shakily on her feet, the heels of her black booties sinking into the gaps of the rocks beneath her feet. Mackenzie wearily used the gentleman for balance. She followed him to where ever he may lead her, at least until she reaches something recognizable. She hoped for asphalt and headlights, signs to the nearest hospital, but nothing of such familiararity crossed her path.

"So, Ever After, huh? What's close to Ever After, any bigger more recognizable counties?" Come to think of it, she can't think of a forest of this caliber so close to Los Angeles. Not that hiking was on her top ten activities of enjoyment. She pulled her brown leather jacket tighter around herself. "Do you have a phone I can borrow?" She asked meekly, so as not to upset the man. The last thing she wanted was to upset this guy, as he did seem a little off. Please don't let him hack me up into a million little pieces and bury me all over the forest.

Gaston LeGume

"Tell me more about my eyes." Gaston seemingly joked to the red head swooning over him on his lap. She giggled as her hands haphazardly groped the muscles in his arms and chest. However, Gaston was not joking, and truly wanted to hear more about himself. His self loving bliss was interrupted when Diablo's call rang in Gaston's ears. Icy blue eyes glared at the bird resting on the sill of an open window, satisfied that the wretched bird unhappy in the rain. Oh, how I will have you on a dinner plate one day. His Maleficent was summoning him, and her timing couldn't have been more perfect. This red head, as eager as she was to please him, would hold ill will against him for mixing pain with his pleasure.

"Off bar wench." The red head frowned before doing as she was told. "Good girl." Gaston then stood on his chair. "Ladies and gentlemen. I'm sorry to say, that I must take my leave for the night. Lefou will, as always, run the tavern in my absence." He could hear the boos and awes as was just about to jump from his makeshift soap box and it was music to his ears. "Oh, and a round of ale for everyone on me." He decided to award his pets for their proper responses.

He landed with a thud, though it was barely audible through the cheers and laughter. He then made his way to his room on the second floor. He locked the door behind him, no one would dare to bother him anyway, and then approached seemingly normal mirror.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to her grand hall." The metallic surface moved ever so slightly, like a disturbed glass of water. Sadly, it no longer reflected sinful features of Gaston, but Maleficent's room. He stepped through its liquid surface, slightly disoriented by the darkness that Maleficent kept her castle in.

"I have a most important job for you."

"I'm not your work horse, Mal." Gaston didn't even bother to turn and face her. He listened as the click clock of her heels drew nearer. He felt her hands forcably breach his shirt from behind him, the heat of her skin pressed against his back. Dagger like nails then tore into his skin slowly, the blood slowly seeped through his white shirt. Damn this woman, she knew how to push all the right buttons.

"Oh, but I promise it will be repaid upon your return. Just a small little favor." The mocking innocence in her voice clued him into the treat he was in for. He turned to face her, his hand wasting no time in finding her silky black hair. Mal gasped as he roughly filled his fist with those resentful strands and pulled her head back, exposing a vulnerable part of her body, her neck. It wasn't often she allowed him to have her in all his glory. The pain she inflicted on him was blissful, but to be the abuser, to her of all women, was truly magical. He pressed his lips to hers harshly, excited about all the horrible things he would do to her.

"Use the hand mirror, its on the table." He angrily let go of her as she doled out her directions, pissed at her for ruining the moment. "I need you to pay a visit to Cadwell, the queen of lunacy, and I need you to enlist her services. Its time for me to exact my revenge on the happy couple of Feather Brooke. I need Cadwell to have them lift the protection spell on Feather Brooke. As payment, I'll let her have some fun with Prince Phillip, but his life is mine, along with Aurora's. She can then do whatever it is a mad former queen does about the castle."

Gaston didn't ask any questions. He simply pocketed the mirror and took his leave. "Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to the maddest of them all."

((OOC: I don't care how Gaston appears with Ember, whether he's forced to knock on the door or automatically gains entrance within her lair/castle))