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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 1, 2014 17:50:55 GMT -5
(This Thread is to help me with my book, where Peter Plan finally gets a Wendy to keep and to fall in love with. I need someone to rp Peter, the lost boys, tinker bell, captain hook, and captain hooks crew. Peter and Wendy are 17, the lost boys vary in age from 12 to 15 Wendy: Petepansgirl her dad: Falinesmate Peterpan: Falinesmate ) Jane had a son after returning home, and now that he has grown he has a daughter named Wendy. Obviously named after Jane's mother. Wendy's mother died in a car accident and her father quickly became an abusive monster. Her Face has bruises that make up cant hide and scars on her body that her clothes disguise. Her blonde hair is matted and her finger nails are dirty, her shoes are worn and have holes. The seventeen year old girl with sad blue eyes and endless red hair sat cross legged on the window seat while her eyes starred longingly at the star filled sky. Her Grandmother, Jane, had told her stories of a world called neverland. Where you never grow old and is full of adventures and fun. Her Grandma had been crazy though. A place like that where flying boys is impossible, still though, it would be nice to just fly away. She reached out and turned the music up on her Ipod before leaning her head against the door frame while the music danced through her mostly empty room.
The Second star to the right
shines in the night for you
To tell you the dreams you plan
really can some true.
She sighed and closed her eyes and the next verse began.
The Second star to the right
Shines with a light that's rare
And if its never land you need
It's light will lead you there. |
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Post by falinesmate on Nov 1, 2014 20:25:14 GMT -5
Well I'm not going to lie to you in the sense that I really am not a fan of happy ending, kind of love stories since I like the dark, gloomy characters more however I do enjoy the movie Peter Pan and the happy-go-lucky Peter character. I will be willing to play Peter Pan and to be true to the book and movie about his character and give you a good RP although I would also not mind playing a dark, gloomy character like her father as well if you don't mind making him a minor part of the story.
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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 1, 2014 21:51:09 GMT -5
I planned on giving him parts, right now she is still in england and through out the book there will be flash backs. Feel free to Rp both and start posting, we can add people as they pop up but since there isn't any one else yet we can do a scene with Wendy and her dad)
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Post by falinesmate on Nov 2, 2014 4:55:01 GMT -5
Her father quickly sat in his one armchair in the house, brooding over his predicament. He held the beer he poured into a glass in his hand, already drunk and brutal hearing the news earlier in the day. The factory he worked at was ablaze with gossip and anger after a manager went on the loudspeaker with the news that it was closing down and going offshore, away from England. Now that he had lost his job he quickly pondered how he would support himself and his daughter. After the car accident that killed his wife he already blamed his daughter for it, since his wife had used her body to protect his daughter, saving her life. Today, however he was even more brutal after fearing that he would soon lose his apartment tenement he and his daughter were staying in. When he heard music from his daughter's room his anger quickly built itself up as he slammed the glass of beer down next to his other glasses of beer and liquor and marched up to her room.
He quickly yelled out at her door, "HEY SINGING CANARY, CAN YOU GET OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM!?" He quickly opened her door and gazed at anger at her as he saw her nice little Ipod. Though he had paid for it as a present for her just a month ago, with his current financial predicament he suddenly gazed at anger at it and her as he marched up to her and squeezed her hands tightly yelling at her, "Oh so you think you are a princess in this house ?! I'm the king around here and do not you ever forget it!" He quickly used his hand and smacked her across the face and as she looked at him her father's face was cold-dead with no emotion as he muttered to her, "If it was no't for you I would still have the love of my life! I would not worry about being on the streets! Yet you sit there like a princess on a throne!" His face had morphed from the face of her father to that of a devil as he quickly spouted out, "You are ugly! You are hideous! Your mother, she was beautiful, but you, you are nothing but another mouth to feed!"
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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 2, 2014 6:34:02 GMT -5
She hadn't heard him return from work, so when he yelled she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her gaze shot towards the door when it slammed open and her eyes widened. Turning on the window seat and scrambling back away from him as fast as she could. What time is it? He's no supposed to be home yet! She hadn't heated up his dinner, she hadn't cleaned his room, her lunch dishes were still in the sink. She wasn't ready for him to be back, she had lost track of the time!. She flinched when he grabbed her hands, the side of her ipod cut painfully into her palm, as he screamed in her face. Her head snapped to the side from the force of his slap and she was thrown side ways. Catching herself before she fell, she could already feel it bruising. She turned to look up at him again with fear in her eyes.
His words were harsher than the slap. She would rather he slapped her again then for him to remind her of how she had been at fault for her Mothers death. Tears filled her eyes but she didn't dare move away from him in case is would only anger him more. With every word her face was blasted with the smell of beer and the occasional spray of spit but all she could do was tremble and cower beneath him. She remembered the day her mom had died quite clearly.
Her mother and her had decided that night they needed a banana split after dinner, and her dad had opted to staying home to watch the game. But really it was to give them some 'mother daughter bonding time'. Their light had been green so her mother continued forward at the same time that another car driven by a teenage girl with her friends had decided to run the red light. Wendy didn't remember much after that, but when the ambulance had arrived and began pulling bodies from vehicles her mother was flung across her body and a jagged edge of the car was in her back.
Wendy had been the only survivor.
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Post by falinesmate on Nov 2, 2014 8:09:16 GMT -5
Her father's anger was still exploding like a storm, however when he looked into her eyes he suddenly saw her mother and his anger quickly boiled over as he fell back on her bed, exasperated. He quickly looked at her like a frightened animal in a cage, with the roles being reversed as he pleaded with her, "I apologise! Bloody hell you do not know what this damn alcohol does to you! Do not ever drink do you hear me?! Do not do it!" He suddenly started to hallucinate as he saw his daughter as his wife and his face became emotional a he buried his face into her lap as he told her, "Honey I lost my job today! I lost my job at the factory! If I cannot pay our bills for this apartment we will be out on the streets! There is no hope left!"
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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 2, 2014 11:32:37 GMT -5
She watched him stumble back and she sat up, reaching out as if to help him but she yanked her hand back to herself when she realized what he was doing. It's a trap. He's just having a mood swing. She nodded quickly at his order but she already hated alcohol, the start of all her problems. "Daddy?" She looked down at him confused as he put his head on her lap. She paled as he spoke, he lost his job? The factory was their only option! Not a lot of people hire drunk old men. Where would they go? Who would they stay with? Grandma. The corners of her mouth turned into a small smile. "What about Grandma Jane?" She spoke with out hesitation this time, and the smile remained on her face. A bold statement that she forgot would get her in trouble. Her father no longer got along with her grandmother after they had a fight at her moms funeral.
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Post by falinesmate on Nov 2, 2014 16:50:57 GMT -5
Her father quickly looked in anger at what she said saying, "Do you think that old, crazy hag would accept me?! She blames me for blaming you for your mother's fate! She would never accept me back into her home!" using harsh words against her, even though that was his own mother. He quickly sighed however as he looked at her and said, "I will take you to her in the morning while I go out and look for another job." His memories suddenly flashed back to the funeral as he could see it like it was only yesterday...
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He quickly looked around after the funeral, his face still distraught over the news of never seeing his wife again. He could still smell the stench of death around this area which made him sick to his stomach. He at first blamed himself for not being there watching the football game as it was the last game of the year playing in England. However when the cop told him that his wife had sacrificed herself for Wendy he quickly changed his attitude. It was all Wendy's fault! She...she had caused everything. She must have distracted his wife as she was driving and that was the cause of the accident and then his wife saved that ungrateful little brat! He quickly sighed as he saw his mother Jane walk over to him as he sighed and told her, "Well mum as you can see we all live in the real world here. There are no flying boys or pirates or mermaids in the real world. There is only death and chaos and little chance at happiness."
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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 2, 2014 18:20:26 GMT -5
She flinched when he started yelling again, then looked at him a bit shocked when he hadn't hit her. She nodded eagerly when he told her that he would take her there. It had been forever since she had seen her grandmother, her house was like a safe haven.
(You've got his attitude right! But if you don't mind, I picture him a bit (and when I say a bit I mean a lot) more physically violent.)
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Post by falinesmate on Nov 2, 2014 18:36:11 GMT -5
(Were you going to play Jane or were you going to leave that role for someone else? I will introduce Peter Pan when Wendy falls asleep at the grandmother's house.)
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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 2, 2014 19:08:35 GMT -5
( I can since she has a small part, that way we won't have to wait)
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Post by falinesmate on Nov 2, 2014 19:27:49 GMT -5
Suddenly when he saw a hopeful smile on her face at seeing her grandmother her father lashed out by placing a right uppercut (boxing move) right at his daughter's chin. As she fell backwards however her father again started to hallucinate that Wendy was her mother again as he suddenly put his fist down and he went towards her and said, "Oh my love, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I wasn't there for you during the car crash! Please forgive me! At least I still love you! That Wendy she could have saved you but she didn't!" As he kept hallucinating about Wendy being his wife he suddenly gave her passionate kisses on her lip as he said, "Oh I love you!" He suddenly shook his head as the hallucination ended and he became more sober as he told her in a cold tone, "No boy will ever love you. Your grandmother will no doubt feel sorry for you and take you to parties and social gatherings so you can find love but you will find no one."
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In the flashback he looked at his mother Jane and said to her, "Wendy was there and she did nothing to save her mother. Our...I mean my wife's daughter is a monster. I mean what child wouldn't give up her own life to save her mother?" He was obviously unaware that this would provoke his mother's anger as he continued, "I've already told Wendy that this should be a lesson to her, to never believe in fairy tales about lost boys and having a prince to be there to save her. What kind of prince could love a monster like her?"
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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 2, 2014 20:18:30 GMT -5
She screamed in surprise as she was thrown backwards by the punch. She was thrown harshly against the window and a small crack began to form where her head had hit. She reached up with one hand to cover the hit area while she chocked back her sobs. She pushed herself harder against the glance and cringed away from him as he came closer shaking her head at him. "I'm not mom! I'm not-" she cut off when his mouth was suddenly on hers. Her eyes wide as she fought against him, her fist hitting his chest and her feet on his stomach, pushing him away. When he finally stopped she gasped for breath and burried her head in her arms so she wouldn't have to look at him as he bagan screaming at her again. "I'm not mom." She repeated, rocking herself back and forth slightly. Her voice almost to soft to hear. "I don't care what you say."
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Jane looked at her son, her eyes that were once full of sadness now filled with anger. Her famouse temper lighting up. "That's enough!" Her brown hair was flakes with grey didn't match her still youthful face. She reached up and jabbed her finger against his chest. "That's enough out if your disrespectful mouth! You will not talk about you daughter like that. Your wife sacrificed herself for your child. Wendy is not at fault!" She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. what would Peter do at a time like this...probably call him a cod fish. Her mouth twitched into a smirk before she opened her eyes again. Her expression softer than before. "Son, I know your grieving but you need to look past it. Sarah would not have wanted you to behave this way." Sarah, her daughter in laws death had been a great loss on the ageing women and she already missed her dearly.
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Post by falinesmate on Nov 3, 2014 4:24:41 GMT -5
Her father was obviously unaware of his hallucination a few seconds before, as when she said she was not her mother he roared at her, "Of course you are not your mother! I loved her but you, you are just another mouth to feed." When she said he did not care what he said he suddenly smacked her in the back of the face, right at the wound where her face had just hit the window, "You better care what I say! I am your father!" He then said to her, "Thank goodness your grandmother will finally have you. I am tired of dealing with your disrespectful mouth. Now get in bed and go to sleep!"
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He looked in anger when she mentioned Sarah's name as he said to his mother, "Sarah's dead mum! I have nothing left to live for! I guess your mother Wendy should have beat some sense into you and your little fairy-tale stories you tell everyone! They are false! You tell my daughter about a magical place where some boy can fly and can give her adventure and you act like you were there! I have never seen him!" He suddenly paused as he looked at his fist and then looked back at his mother, feeling a little ashamed, "Mum I was drunk for the first time last night and in my drunken state I smacked Wendy for the first time in my life in anger."
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Post by peterpansgirl on Nov 3, 2014 12:34:45 GMT -5
A whimper escaped her as he hit her again, he didn't even know what he's doing half the time. He might be her father, but she will never love him again. She jumped to her feet and ducked around him after he have his order before she quickly crawled into the bed with sheets she has out grown. She wraps her blanket around her the best she could and turned away from him before shutting her eyes. She would wait until he leaves and goes to bed to sneak out of her room and wash out her mouth.
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"You will not talk about your grandmother or Peter in such a way! You never met him because you had a great child hood, you didn't need to join the lost boys." Her eyes widdened and he gasped as he continued, reaching up and grabbing his shirt so that she could pull him down to look into his eyes. "You best apologize to that girl before you loose her, and never lay your filthy hands on her again." Who was this man? She had raised her son better than this. She delicately laid her free hand on his face and forced her temper back down. "You need to over come the demons who are filling your head with these thoughts."
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