(Has he already been kidnapped or is he about to?)
Neverland RP (Fantasy) Possibly closed for a bit
(how should I bring Will in? Also @Nerd could Annabelle be a part of Timothy's crew?)
(definitely, we can pretend that Annabelle came with them)
(alrighty)
(Has he already been kidnapped or is he about to?)
(He can get kidnapped right now)
Annabelle stayed silent as they reached the shore. She stood up and tried her best to keep her balance as she stepped onto the shore.
Glass squeaked and grabbed onto his shirt as he jumped, flying behind him like a fairy ribbon. After he was stabilized, she sat back down and kicked her feet a little.
"Do you know where the new kids are?" Theo asked, glancing over at Glass as he strode through the forest, a slight limp from his bruised ankle. He looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of any one of them.
Will sat on the small rocking chair under the window. He used the light from the street to read To Kill A Mockingbird, a book he had just started. He kept the window closed, not wanting the cold night air to chill the house.
"Annabelle, watch over Rose for me. He needs to stay with someone. I'm going to go on ahead to the campsite. It might get ugly." Timothy clenched her fists, tightening her gloves and started off, leaving Reshef behind. He wanted to follow, but Timothy had told him stay. And he did what she said.
He turned towards Annabelle and waited for her to do something.
Annabelle nodded, glancing at Reshef for a second before turning back to Timothy. "Are you sure you want to go alone? It'll be easier with more of us."
Cascade finally heaves herself reluctantly out of the water and waits for her wings to dry.
She pointed in a general direction, like a knight on a horse being dramatic. Except she was tiny.
"I'll be fine, dear. The last time I visited, it didn't go so well. I don't need all of you to take the fall with me. And if we all died, who would take care of the ship?" Timothy smiled and waved goodbye, her black gloves perfectly molded to her hands.
Reshef waved goodbye as well and turned the opposite direction, motioning for Annabelle to come with him.
Lillian walked into a village. She stayed towards the outskirts, once she realized that se entered it.
Annabelle reluctantly followed Reshef, telling herself that if he did something stupid she would try to stop him. "Where are we going?"
Why do fairy wings take so long to dry? Cascade asks herself as she stands up and walks along the river bank.
Reshef pointed ahead, face blank of expression.
She pointed in a general direction, like a knight on a horse being dramatic. Except she was tiny.
Theo nodded in answer, beginning towards the area. He looked around, feeling stares on his back, shuddering from the cold feeling. Peter, a voice in his mind said, but he ignored it, knowing that it was probably just paranoia.
Annabelle sighed. Sometimes it gets annoying when Reshef doesn't talk. I guess I'll just follow him for now…
Will jumped as he heard the window lock pop open. His heart began beating faster and faster, but he didn't dare move.
Reshef stopped and knelt down, touching the dirt. He patted it with his hands and changed directions, going East.
(GTG)
(alright bye!)
What the heck is he doing? Annabelle sighed, deciding to still follow Reshef.
( See ya)
This is gonna take forever! Cascade groans in her head, and in a flash, she's human size. Much better.
( if any of the kidnapped children want to run into Theo, that's fine)
( if any of the kidnapped children want to run into Theo, that's fine)
(likewise for cascade)
Lillian walked away from the village. A little ways away she ran into another kid, "I'm so sorry!"
(Theo.)
Will slid off of the chair and crouched down in the corner of his room, clutching the book and breathing unevenly. A shadow crept through his window and appeared on his wall, but there seemed to be no body to cast it.
Theo stumbled back, feeling himself collide with someone else. He looked down, peering curiously at a girl around his age. "Oh, sorry, I didn't see you either." He said quickly, pausing for a moment. "Are you. . . new?"