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Neverland's Fall

Neverland's Fall

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If you were given the opportunity to never grow up, would you take it..? Even if it meant leaving behind your entire world, everything you knew? Well, would you..?

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loosely based off the movie and novel "peter pan".

Introduction

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ImageNeverland. A place that should have only existed in story books, in old maid’s tales, in the hearts and dreams of a child. A place in which magic reigns and time stills.. a place so mystical, most would give up their valued Earthly possessions just for a glimpse. And yet, this is precisely where our story begins, on this enchanted island regarding 3 rather unique individuals.

ImageOn the mainland, a section of the island covered in various terrains, there isn’t one dominant race that governs the stretch. In fact, there are 3 major Image'clans’ occupying the different territories; The Children of the Sea residing near the coves and beaches, The Children of the Woods taking residency between the trees, and the Children of the Moon referring to ‘home’ as the crags in the alps. And yet, despite being as dispersed as they were, each of these three tribes were experiencing a phenomenon on the same day….each of the clan leaders had given birth to their heirs. Both the Children of the Sea and the Children of the Moon were blessed with rambunctious baby boys, the Children of the Woods having been bestowed with a giggling girl. It was a happy time, a time that caused for rejoice and endless banquets… but, those happy times were soon to end. Not long after their arrival into this ethereal world, these 3 heirs were robbed from their cradles by the demons who wished to see Neverland fall to ruin; the Pirates. Transferred by the night’s protective shroud, these scoundrels planted the children into the world of humans, effectively robbing them of their birth given powers and immortality.

Each of the clans were distraught with despair, their precious bundles that were to guide their future seemingly vanished without a trace. With welling anger and overpowering grief, the leaders of each faction paid a visit to their nonofficial king, Peter Pan, demanding that some form of justice was to be ruled out. Pan, wishing to keep his subjects content, doled out the punishment he saw fit by removing the usage of the infamous pirate captain James Hook’s right hand, before sending out his own scouts into the land in search of the children. However, after 5 years of fruitless hunting, Pan ended up calling a retreat of his own party, the Lost Children, closing such a matter as unsolvable. In fear of never having their kin brought back into their world, the leaders of the clans rallied before coming to terms and presenting the bargain to Pan; the Children of the Woods would give their little Heiress’s hand to him if he managed to bring all 3 back alive.



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Driven by motivation, Peter Pan managed to hunt down the 3 heirs, all of whom have aged quite oddly now that they were placed in the human realm, with astonishing speed. And guess where they were hidden away? You guessed it, Kensington, London. Placed under the same roof with the same name, the Kingsley siblings are brought back to Neverland, unaware of their true blood origins or names. Nestled under Pan’s wing for guidance, the Kingsleys are, seemingly, having the worst time adjusting to the new environment..and it isn’t long before the dreaded Pirates hear of their return. A war is beginning to brew as each of these children are slowly regaining their powers, a struggle of catastrophic portions crawling nearer to the present as the Pirates begin to invade the mainland… And when given a choice, will the children choose to return to their peaceful existence? Or stay and fight alongside their bloodlines?



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Image.:.The Children of the Sea.:.
Sea-dwellers who have developed a spiritual connection to the ocean, they are, by no means, even remotely related to the Pirates… in fact, it’s an insult to refer to them as Imagesuch.

Image♗Creatures that often take the form of a human, they possess a second stage akin to the ideal image of a mermaid; a fishtail extending from below their navel, wispy fins attached to their forearms and gill slits at their throat♗
♗Surprisingly the second eldest of the tribe factions, their signature powers are anything having to do with water manipulation. However, in their human form, they are, Imageeasily, the strongest out of all the other clans♗
Image♗Typically seen as the mellow and calm ones, they are fiercely loyal to their King [even if he is nonofficial] and his every law♗


Image.:.The Children of the Woods.:.
The oldest race among their neighbors, these Faeries make the best allies and the worst enemies… especially if you just so happen to stumble into their home base, the forest.

♗Much like the aforementioned Sea-dwellers, the Fae have 2 forms they possess; a human and a true. Between the different states of being, there isn’t a major difference in terms of changing eye or hair colors.. but that’s about it. In the latter, most Faeries shrink to be only as tall as a young adult’s thumb, their body glowing in every hue of the rainbow. Commonly, each Fae has a pair of butterfly wings signature to their person that are opaque tones of pastels♗
♗The magic they possess is quite unique to say the least. The most varied in ability, the common example would have to be flora manipulation. However, there have been some cases in which Faeries can manipulate others through song, bend light to their will, or even command the weather. Counterparts to the Children of the Sea, these creatures are the most agile and swift in their human transformation♗
♗Often tagged as the curious and mischievous ones in Neverland, their alliance to the King is on shaky ground♗


.:.The Children of the Moon.:.
Spiritual entities who are the closest to a Human, these mountain hermits are the newest addition to the tribes. In fact, they have only been around the past 800 years.

♗They do not possess a second form but they do have an odd marking somewhere on their body to signify their faction♗
♗Typically, they dabble in the spiritual and occult in terms of power… in fact, their abilities are even more broad than the Fae. Ranging from reading the future/past to performing voodoo to even talking to spirits, the Moon Children hold a rather puzzling gift♗
♗Quite loyal to Peter Pan, the stereotypical personality they possess is detached and insightful♗


.:.The Lost Children.:.
The absolute loyalists to Pan, each and everyone of these rambunctious and loud humans view him as a big brother of sorts. Orphans stolen from the human world by the Big Man himself, over time, each of these individuals have gained immortality by staying on the mainland for as long as they have.

♗Generally, they do not have “real names” in the sense there is a first and last. Typically, they are given a single word by Pan to indicate their new identities (for example; Sage, Pine, Sky, etc)♗
♗They do not possess any true powers… aside from immortality. However, they do possess unusual skills (for example; knife throwing, archery, trap making, etc) that is unique to their person♗


.:.The Pirates.:.
The ‘villains’ of Neverland, they are merely vagrants who wish to see the fall of Peter Pan so they can retake the throne. In a certain view, the Pirate Captain is like Pan in the sense he takes in the rejects of the human world [and of the Lost Children] and adapts them to become pirates...however, most of the humans he rescues are ones riddled with a shady past and full of regrets. As such, the entirety of the pirate crew are loyal to Hook for giving them a second chance at a life.

♗Only Hook has a power seeing as he is part of the race Pan annihilated; the Mesmers (A race of beings that were well-known for being rule breakers and tyrants in Neverland, they controlled an ability that manipulated the bodies and actions of living things through sending blasts of their own chi from their hands)♗



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❖ Everyone in Neverland is immortal ❖
❖ The Heirs don’t know about their blood origins as Pan is keeping it a secret from them under their clan’s wishes ❖
❖ Captain Hook use to be part of The Lost Children but was exiled ❖
❖ Pan's powers are wide and far, leading him to be the most feared and respected being in Neverland ❖
❖ Generally, the clans do hold a distaste for one another (Sea vs Woods, Woods vs Mountains, Mountains vs Sea and Woods) ❖
❖ The Heirs have aged differently in the human world due to their varying blood lines ❖




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|| Sora Aerlyn, Wood Child ||

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|| Eloise Kingsely, Middle Sibling ||

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|| Ram, Lost Child #3 ||

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|| Luna Lockheart, Moon Child ||

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|| Scout, Pirate ||

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|| Soleil Ada, Pirate ||

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|| Nila, Sea Dweller ||
⌈Males⌋
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|| Hook, Pirate Captain ||

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|| Joshua Kingsley, Eldest Sibling ||

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|| Callum Kingsley, Youngest Sibling ||

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|| Flint, Second in Command ||

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|| Fang, Lost Child ||

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|| Peter Pan, Nonofficial King ||

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|| Trees, Lost Child ||

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| Nereus, Sea Dweller ||

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|| Lucifer, Second in Command [Pirates]




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Role | Age (looks to be) | Gender | Race | FC: | Reserved for: |

Peter Pan
Peter Pan | 18 | Male | Unknown | FC: | Reserved For: Leej10100

Kingsley Siblings
Eldest Brother | 17 | Male | Children of the Sea | FC: Saruhiko Fushimi| Reserved for: aaraondalea
Middle Sister | 16 | Female | Children of the Woods | FC: Chitoge Kirisaki| Reserved for: Ever
Youngest Brother | 14 | Male | Children of the Moon | FC: Miharu Rokujo| Reserved for: Quelle

Lost Children
Second-in-Command | 17 | Male | Human | FC: | Reserved for: InfamousParadox
Member 1 | 16 | Male | Human | FC: | Reserved for: Luna Delta
Member 2 | 16 | Male | Human (Twin to Member 3) | FC: | Reserved for: AttackonFluffy
Member 3 | 16 | Female | Human (Twin to Member 2) | FC: Belgium| Reserved for: Sorararun
*may add more roles if requested*

Pirates
Captain Hook | 19 | Male | Mesmer | FC: Spain| Reserved for: Sorararun
Second-in-Command | 20 | Male | Human | FC: | Reserved for: Leej10100
Regular Member | 18 | Female | Human | FC: | Reserved for: BleedingLover
Regular Member | 19 | Female | FC: | Reserved for: Luna Delta
*may add more roles if requested*

Others
Faery 1 | 15 | Female | Children of the Woods | FC: Kasane Teto| Reserved for: Layla
Sea-Dweller 1 | 18 | Male | Children of the Sea | FC: | Reserved for: angelwolf123
Spiritual Entity | 15 | Female | Children of the Moon | FC: Wendy Marvell| Reserved for: TheHuntress
*may add more roles if requested*




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  1. {Reservations} || Please reserve characters in the OOC. I won't accept a random submission, no matter how awesome they are. So please, just reserve~ Also, this is not a first come, first serve role-play and you might have to compete for your spot should another person show interest. If you find this tedious and unnecessary, you are free to leave this role-play at any time. And, although you reserve a character, they will be chosen based on creativity, depth, length, and originality. The more creative and detailed your character sheet, the more likely you'll get accepted~

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  4. {Explicit Content & Etc.} || Of course Romance is encouraged..it is the best thing ever! Gore may also pop up in here a few times. Drama is allowed in character >but not in the OOC...unless it is playful< Yes, Swearing can be used, but please don't go overboard..also, that includes "intimate" relationships. Please, take it to the PMs if you wish.. just don't blind us~

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sora Aerlyn Character Portrait: Callum Kingsley Character Portrait: Hook Character Portrait: Flint Character Portrait: Eloise Kingsley Character Portrait: Joshua V. Kingsley Character Portrait: Ram Character Portrait: Luna Lockhart Character Portrait: Fang Character Portrait: Nereus Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Scout Character Portrait: Soleil Ada Character Portrait: Trees Character Portrait: Nila Character Portrait: Lucifer Character Portrait: Roan Haiku
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Kensington, London. A quaint little district nestled in the western fragment of the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea, it’s notorious for being the best shopping alley across the expanse of England. With it’s plethora of boutiques, bakeries, antiques and entertainments, it isn’t a wonder why civilians of all social spheres flock to the cobblestone walks, each length teamed with artfully crafted oaks. Though, despite the boulevard providing endless thrills for this eclectic medley, only a select few have the first rate heaven of residing within the Victorian flats looming in the backdrop...even a smaller percent of that elite class being a full fledged family. And yet, this is precisely where our story takes wing.

As twilight descends on the abandoned focal square, the winds holding an iced spite from the North, it is here that the true face of Kensington springs to life. Those aforementioned high class patrons are bustling about in their homes, each one ruffled with anticipation for whichever soiree is being fabricated that night… however, one family in particular is scampering about a tad bit more than it’s neighbours. The Kingsley household, with it’s 5 members, call home to the second largest suite within this sectioned off heaven; Number 14 on Bloomsbury Avenue...and, while impressive, it has a pricetag to match it’s prestige. However, with a highly regarded lawyer and socialite, the father and mother respectively, money has never been an issue for this purebred name. Though, if one was judging their class by the standards of their children, one would have to scoff at the notion of them even glancing at Bloomsbury. Even now, as Mr. & Mrs. Kingsley are preparing for an evening laced with champagne, dancing and laughter, the rambunctious attitude has yet to cease. While the mother hounds the two youngest, the Prince and Princess of the family, to quell their racing argument, the father has busied himself with doling out strict instructions to the eldest, the tertiary guardian of Apartment #14… yet, the head’s parting words will soon be all for naught. Unbeknownst to Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley, their beloved children are being carefully watched by a figure that has only existed within the sister’s goodnight stories; Peter Pan.



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Meanwhile, upon the Mainland, the typical summer climate has been chilled to wintry blanket, white snow encasing the earth and ice protecting the sea. Sensing it’s nonofficial king’s absence, the magic within this otherworldly realm has receded from its inhabitant’s everyday lives, most now struggling to carry out even the most undemanding actions (such as flying or changing forms). Though that isn’t the most pressing concern at the moment.. no no, it’s far from that. The ship of the infamous pirate captain, James Hook, has been spotted not too far off the coast line, currently held in place by the frozen water’s greedy embrace. However, it’s only natural that they would attempt to make a movement to seize the Mainland at this point..what better time to do such then when the all powerful Pan is away?

Thankfully, the King, like always, is two steps ahead from the pirates; before leaving to retrieve the Heirs, the Lost Children were given explicit instructions. While under the Second-in-Command’s constructed administration, this group of orphans are to stalk and track the movement of the crew, attempting their best to keep the scoundrels off the land...and, if need be, fight tooth and nail to protect the beaches. However, the pirates have a similar interest regarding the Lost Children; capture and interrogate them to reveal Pan’s whereabouts, his plans. After all, with luck, maybe the King has disappeared for good?



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As the Lost Children and Pirates begin to generate foul play with one another, the tribes have begun to do the same. Tensions are starting to arise between the three races, the lack of their Heirs sprinkling even more stress unto their councils more so than before. In fact, accusations are now being casually dispensed, each clan eager to pin the blame on another...some even targeting their King, Peter Pan, for his neglect to provide protection.

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The branches of the trees bow with the heavy load they are carrying, bending towards the floor. If only they could shake themselves like a dog covered in water does; they would be free. Everything glistens, as if a fairy has sprinkled her dust over the entirety of Neverland. Colours are brighter against the pure white blanket that spreads as far as the eye can see. There is a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across the wide landscape, so oddly disfigured by its snowy adventure. The clouds thicken once more and cover the sky, creating a mirror-like white blanket similar to the snow covered ground; the horizons blur together, except for the deep ocean that remains a shimmering grey reflecting the white sky. No matter what time of day it was, the clouds hid the light, preventing definite shadows. Since Pan's absence, the days of sunshine have been rare; when he returned, it would be less than a day for the magic to fuel Neverland once more. Still, the airs smells pure and fresh. Everything seems quieter, almost muffled. There is a sense of serenity in the atmosphere, adding to the eeriness and quietness.

Heavy white boots leave fresh, crisp footprints in the snow, as if he is the only person to have ever been here. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky, but are whipped up by the occasional gust of wind. At a distance behind Flint, the wind gradually covered his tracks with snow, leaving the terrain as smooth as it was before. The icy air whistled around his ears, causing his skin to tingle and sting. Thanfully, his fingers and toes are not numb. He was snug inside his many layers of clothes; his usual outfit was layered over with snow-appropriate gear. Every piece of this winter clothing is white or a light shade of blue, making it easy to blend in with the blizzard. To be honest, he likes this new sort of wintry weather, for it only started to happen when Pan leaves Neverland; it is not because of the snow, but because of the peace the lack of magic brought. Everything here lives and thrives on magic, but he does not. Still, he missed the clear night sky and moonlight that came with it. Yes, he really does want to return to the warm nights under the moon. Hurry up, Pan.

He treks up the steep hill to end up at the top of the bare cliff overshadowing the forest below. It was the prime spot for star gazing, meditation, or to throw oneself to oblivion, but his purpose is to survey the land. He slides his goggles onto his forehead to get a clearer view of the scene. The whistling wind catches his ears and he tugs on the ends of his hat, pulling them closer to his skin. Narrowing his eyes in the chill breeze, Flint focuses and takes in what he sees between the snowy white outs; the forest extends out for another couple kilometers, then shifts into a sandy, now snow-covered, beach and then the ocean stretches out to the blended horizon line. It was a picture he has seen many times over and he knew it all so well. However, the only things that change were those not of nature: ships and small boats that dot the ocean of ice. He glares at the ships he knows to belong to various pirates. In this cold, unforgiving climate, they are bound to try to approach the land some time. How long has it been, Hook? How long has it been since you... What? Left us? No... Abandoned. The memories frustrate and anger him. After all the years of not seeing anything of Hook, Flint is left to brew in his hatred. He brushes aside his emotions and reaches a couple fingers inside his collar; he pulls up a scarf over his face, slides on his goggles again, and turns around to make his way back down the snowy cliff.

Sliding down the snow is the easy part; a slight jump, and he can dig his feet into a pile of snow as it slides an carries him down the hill. Grabbing hold of branches and rocks to guide his way, he makes it back to the bottom in a fraction of the time it took to climb to the top of the cliff. He makes his way into the forest he had just surveyed, heading to the rendezvous location where he would regroup with the Lost Children. Each of them had their assignments from the night before. Target: Western coast. Once I have surveyed the from the cliff, I will be approaching from the East. Fang will be approaching from the North. His skills and reflexes, not to mention his reliability (in his own way), make him the ideal person to be in the forefront of the group. The forest is thinner in his area but this way he can keep a good view of the shoreline and monitor activity close up. Ram will be leading the way from the South, followed by Trees; their objective is to survey within the forest. Ram's tracking and sight makes her the perfect one to be in the forest because, despite the crowded atmosphere, she can see much that others cannot. Trees is to accompany her because he does best traversing a forested area. Hopefully Ram will get him to shut up that loud-mouthed boy when she needs to. Truly, Flint did not want to have to deal with this sort of mission right now, but he, too, had his responsibilities.

Flint finishes his mental checklist and approaches a particularly taller tree. Glancing up, he takes a couple steps back and then sprint up the side of it, gripping onto the lowest branch. He lifts himself up through the tree and climbs to the top, situating himself to a point where he is able to see over the tops of the trees to the ocean. Snow falls from a few branches and covers his mess in the snow. His clothing still allows him to blend in with the whitened canopy of the tree. While he is able to remain concealed, he can see the ground directly below the base of the tree. Now that he is off the cliff, he has a more direct and level view of the ships. He stares, or rather, glares, at the one assumed to belong to Hook and his crew, for they have yet to confront his particular band of pirates. Knowing he would be the first to arrive at this point, Flint waits, perfectly still and silent.

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The day had been a long grueling one indeed, as his parents had sent orders across the whole family household, ordering left and right for clothes to be washed immediately, jewelry to be brought to the main suite room, and fresh bouquets to be bought to the Queen of the Kingsley house. His mother had a keen eye on everything that happened- it was not surprising that the children and the servants all called Mrs. Kingsley “Her Royal Highness”. It was of utmost importance that the Queen presented herself and her husband in the best of lights possible, lacing flowers into her hair and making sure that he was dressed in nothing but the finest of silk. Their shoes were made by the best shoemaker to be found across the whole world, and their fur-lined coats were made of wolves fur as imported from Canada. This opulence did not escape the boundaries of the Kingsley children, though. Out of all the royal families, it was obvious that the three children were the most pampered, even compared to the royal family that now resided in Birmingham Palace. Though, however, the distribution amongst the three children did vary. For Eloise, the Kingsley’s bought dresses, skirts, books on womanly etiquette and beautiful embroidery tools in an attempt to calm the boyish young girl down. Rather improbable. Joshua had thought, chuckling lightly, when the embroidery case had been found broken and alone in a solitary corner of the large mansion.

For Callum, the Kingsley parents bathed with presents and candy, bestowing whatever the boy asked for. When Joshua was younger, he did envy his younger brother- but Joshua grew up and in turn also started to pamper his brother, handing him whatever of interest passed through his hands. Never was Callum’s needs passed by without an answer, and the Kingsley’s placed a large emphasis on the young boy’s happiness. It was a ominous thing indeed within the Kingsley household if Callum’s laughter was not heard throughout the hallways along with the following shouts and pealing laughter of Eloise’s beautiful voice. The two were, what Joshua believed, the young little cherubs of the Kingsley family- happy and free, not burdened by the potential future of the Kingsley family that controlled many facets of life and business in England and to the New World and Asia, controlling the lives and incomes of many a family throughout the different continents. They were free of the burden that Mr. Kingsley had placed on Joshua the moment he had been born, wailing in pain as cold air bathed over him and his mother’s voice had determinedly named him ‘Joshua Vernon Kingsley’.

As such, Joshua received near nothing of ‘fun-value’, or so most would say. He barely received any candies; rather, he received large novels and books on foreign lands and barbarians, and then later on economics and politics. He never was handed over personal servants; rather, Joshua personally selected his own house-tutors, learning the many languages of the world and the interesting, separate customs that each country had developed over the past few years. When Callum and Eloise had been easing through their English and French classes, Joshua was already fluent in Mandarin, English, French, the Germanic languages, Latin, Russian, Hebrew, Spanish, and most importantly, Italian. But the two younger siblings had definitely rubbed off on Joshua; he had been right beside his mother on both occasions as the Kingsley family had welcomed their two new young additions- and right then, Joshua knew that it was his life mission to protect the two from any harm. I am the oldest! He had said to his father once, when the head of the Kingsley family had asked if Joshua felt stressed by his future expectations. His father had only laughed, stating that Her Highness had given birth to a Guardian Angel more so than a future successful entrepreneur.

And so life continued within the Kingsley family household, each person settling comfortably- or not so much- into their respective placements of complacency or fierce competition; and this night was no less different from before.


Time: Present Day, 21:00 p.m.
Location: No.14, Bloomsbury Avenue


Joshua stood beside a row of maids each holding an opened box. Within each, upon expensive red satin cushions lay ties of many different colors, each obviously made from extremely expensive fabric from all corners of the world. “Joshua, your mother and I will be back at midnight,” Mr. Kingsley said as he allowed two butlers to fix on his pants and make sure that his dress shirt was impeccable and perfect. “I expect Callum and Princess off in bed before 10 o’clock, understand?” Joshua nodded, though he had already heard these orders many times before already. “Jessica will help you with those two, as always. Tell them to not stress her out too much- she is already 80-years-old.” The eldest Kingsley member turned and checked his suited attire in an elaborated rimmed mirror. “Good. I will call for you two later, Smithson, Lynchester.” Mr. Kingsley tugged at his suit once, firmly, before turning around and walking towards a maid that stood on Joshua’s other side, not with the women with the necktie choices. She held out a pair of white gloves almost reverently as the Master of the household slowly placed one on after the other, his face stern. “For you, I expect lights out at midnight, no tomfoolery-,” His father took his cane that another servant held out for him, “-from you, especially. You know your mother and I hold high expectations for you, son.”

Mr. Kingsley patted him on the back and then motioned for Joshua to follow him. The two walked in silence until they reached the grand entrances of the mansion, all the maids and butlers of the Kingsley family already lined up in two rows, their heads bowed. Callum and Eloise were beside their mother as Mr. Kingsley and Joshua walked up to them. “We will be on our way, then. Be a good girl, Princess, and you, too, Callum.” Mr. Kingsley placed light kisses on their foreheads. Mrs. Kingsley laughed and did the same as well, placing neat, little pecks on the three children’s’ foreheads. “Be good.” She said, her eyes lingering especially on Eloise before she meticulously placed her hand on her husband’s arm and without another word, the two whisked off. “Have a nice time, mother, father.” Joshua called back to their receding figures, as a resounding “Have a nice time, master and mistress.” boomed throughout the halls of the Kingsley mansion.

Finally, the large doors closed behind the Kingsley parents and the maids, servants and butlers started to disperse to finish up their last jobs of the day. Joshua turned towards his two younger siblings, a small smile on his face. “Well, since we have our time to ourselves…what do you two want to do now?” He asked, preparing himself for whatever antic his younger siblings were going to throw at his face. The halls of no.14, Bloomsbury Avenue was now within the jurisdiction of the two younger Kingsley children- but obviously, there were ears and eyes that kept them in check. What Joshua would never guess was that there was another separate pair, hovering in the air, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike at the stained calmness that constantly permeated throughout the Kingsley mansion.

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"Damn it!" Said the captain of all pirates, James Hook. He kicked furiously at the ice encasing his ship and twitched with annoyance. Snow, winter, cold; they were things that most pirates found devastating, ugly, and disgusting. Hook displayed the most negative emotions when he felt even the softest blow of a chilling wind, "Why'd if have to snow all of a sudden? It's in the middle of summer!" He grumbled and began to climb back onto deck after nearly slipping clumsily on the ice. He cursed to himself as he regained the correct footing back on deck and straightened his coat before lounging back on the rail.

Hook always enjoyed summer. Summer. Summer was heat, cicadas, long days and short nights. Or in other words; Long days to cruise the ocean and feel the cool breeze with his crew while he spent the rest of his time on land, fooling with women and drinking his troubles away. What troubles, you may ask? That would be Peter Pan.

Hook cringed at the thought of his name.

Pan, the very man that Hook was after because of his cruel meaning for removing one of Hook's arm. But he has both arms, you may say. No, he doesn't. It may be an illusion, it may be a trick, it may be some kind of magic of his, he won't tell. But the fact is, Hook lost one of his arms, and he wanted his revenge. It was always on his mind and he wanted it badly. He'd sacrifice his own life to get Pan's and would even go as far as sacrificing his crew-

Wait... Would he really?

Hook looked at his crew; Soleil, Scout, Roan, and Lucifer. They were a small bunch, but then again, they were all he needed, and after abandoning, or rather, being killed out of the Lost Children from a long while ago, they were his next and new family. Would he risk them, too, to get at Pan?

Hook sighed and let his head hang. He was far beyond frustration, "I need a cigarette..." He muttered tiredly and then called a little louder, hoping, childishly, that someone on the deck would hear him and bring his needs. He coughed for attention, "I think it'd be really nice if I could have a cigarette at the moment." He said a little louder.

A snowflake landed on his nose and he sneezed, then grumbled, 'Damn its cold...' He thought and looked up at the grey sky that produced the very thing that he so much hated. He went back into his deep thought, one that made him wear an emotionless face that was unreadable, even by his crew, who knew him so well. Whenever Hook went into that phase, no one could tell what he was planning or thinking. That was the way it worked and always was. Then, he thought, 'Right... Pan wants them, the heirs. Maybe... Maybe I'll find them before him and blackmail? That sounds nice, although there's a lot of risk in that too... And it'll be trouble trying to find them... Mmm...'

Even outside his thinking, the side that everyone else saw, Hook was making odd faces as he thought. He might have always been seen as the villain, but he, too, used to be something called human.

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Ram paused in her footsteps for a moment. She ran her fingers gently along the line of tracks belonging to a man, 'Large, heavy, slow, headed towards the shore...' She looked up to where the obscured footsteps sunk into the piling snow that lead straight ahead. A normal person's eye sight wouldn't see as well as hers. Perhaps her name should have been Eagle, because she could track and hunt anything if needed. Ram's bow began to fall off her shoulder and she readjusted it while she stood up tall and then rubbed the back of her neck, puffing out a cloud of frustration into the frozen air, "Hook... He wouldn't be alone. This would be someone belonging to his crew, probably. But it's a man's foot prints. Or perhaps its a drunken man's? Its headed towards the shore though, that could lead to something..." She murmured to herself out loud and began to follow the footsteps, only hoping that her little brother was following behind her.

That's who they were tracking, wasn't it? Hook. The name made Ram grimace with disgust. They knew him. They actually knew that monster, and were attached to him in such a friendly family way that it was only until he betrayed them that they realized what a mistake they made by putting their trust in that man. Ram frowned, recalling those beautiful memories that now faded to horrifying nightmares of the past.

But while she thought about these things, she realized that the expression she was making was not one she'd want others to see, so she wiped it clear off her face and huffed out another cloud and continued walking, now smiling while she saw the little specks of white fall from the sky, "Isn't it summer? Wasn't it summer? Since when did the seasons pass so soon?" She asked herself and holding her palm out as a light flake fell onto it, then melted slowly into a small drop of water.

Ram loved winter. She loved the snow. It was her favorite season of all, and the coldness embraced her more like a blanket than a chilling sense. It was wonderful, and she loved it.

But she had to focus.

Pan wasn't with them; the only leader that Ram actually looked to. Flint was second in command, however, she could never see him the same position as she would with Pan. To her, Flint was just another one of the Lost Children, but not someone with command in power. Although, she did somewhat see him as an elder. Maybe that was why she was going on the mission that he tasked her and the others to do. Or maybe it was because she just wanted to find the man who betrayed them all.

She didn't quite know, and right now, she didn't have time to think about what she knew and didn't, so she focused her eyes back onto the trail. There was a quick sound of blowing wind past her ear and she immediately grabbed an arrow, putting it between her fingers and laying into the bow's placement and shot it without hesitation to where this noise was coming from.

A bush wavered at the hit of her arrow and a crow flew out into the open sky within a blink of an eye. Ram sighed and brought her hand to her forehead, stressed, and muttered, "Why is it that I always tend to shoot any noise in such an empty area..." She called to her brother, Trees, for him to follow her as she continued to follow the tracks.

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There's one little individual among all the hectic around the 'queen' of Kingsley's manor who is different than the others, doesn't seem to share their stress but instead, thoroughly enjoyed all the hurry with a radiant delight. The fourteen years old boy had his eyes on one certain box, wherein a certain cloth dwells he desired for long. Batik, a traditional fabric from Indonesia, he even heard all were hand-made. He researched and found several of motives, all of them he really liked. How can he resist to that temptation? Right answer: He can't. He refused to resist. In fact, five minutes from now, it'll belong him and him only, he was sure of it. And once he was determinate doing something, he would never give up until he reached the goal.

It seemed that he was lucky. Even without doing anything, the fabric was rejected by the queen, knowing well that it wouldn't be appropriate wear apropos the party which she'd be coming to. Therefore it wandered, from hand to hand, from maid to maid through the big and beautiful halls without any pause. Callum merely followed, pretending he was strolling around (a very lousy attempt to pretend because he was too excited, but not like anyone notice anyway) until eventually the fabric made its stop at the storage among all the other clothes. For Callum: This was obviously heaven.

He then went inside, tiptoed and reached for the treasure with his both hands... and there it was. A brown background with several of repeating motives placed on it, flowers, feathers, whatsoever for Callum's heart content. A beautiful cloth he soon secretly put inside his pockets, which were suspiciously stuffed...

It did not take long until he received the presents. Of course, he was happy. He thanked both of his parents in an appropriate manner, but that seemed to be it. No one would've suspected him to be ungrateful; his act full of glee and happiness was too deceiving to be untrue. However, sadly, that was the case. No, it was not because he wanted more. Callum was not greedy in such things. Rather, it disappointed him that they didn't know what he really desired. True, he could just tell them what he wished for, that wasn't a problem at all. But what were they for parents who didn't even know what their children desired? Even the maids know better! Callum quietly sighed. Perhaps in that aspect, he could count as a tad bit greedy and selfish.

"Don't eat everything at once!" Was the advice they gave him, and he just grinned. Knowing well one individual who wouldn't be saving if it's about sweets... He took several (okay, the most) boxes full of candies and put it on his sister's bed. No, heck, not due to kindness! On the contrary! He wanted to enjoy her little outburst; or with other words, he wanted to pick on her two years older sister for his own pleasure. Nothing weird to do, agreed? And Callum suspected she needed that little "entertainment", because again, her presents were all things she disliked. Clothes, she disliked. You can bet that Callum made a fun out of it, to tease her about that. "Well well now, you must agree that my clothes are way better right, my Barbie doll?" He said then while he laughed and ran away from her, as always, until the queen came to lecture them on their childish and inappropriate behaviour.

“We will be on our way, then. Be a good girl, Princess, and you, too, Callum.”

"I'll be a good boy, of course, have I ever disappointed you, ma, pa?" It was a rhetorical question, wasn't to be answered. "And I will watch over my dear sister to do the same, so do not worry!" He smiled to reassure, but failed miserably through how naughty it looked like. Callum enjoyed their touch, winked and went back inside. “Well, since we have our time to ourselves…what do you two want to do now?” Callum stared up to his brother (one can feel the evident difference of height) and laughed. "Brother, was that question directed to me?" There was a hint of a naughty hidden agenda swinging within his voice. "Let's party in our chambers 'til midnight!" He said with a smirk and soon dragged both of his older siblings upstairs.

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"Don't play to close to the water."

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