Twisted Fairytale RP

Elissa heaved a sigh of relief, her stomach in knots. She took a deep breath, instantly calming a bit once the woman vanished. She walked at a brisk pace, unsure where she was going when she bumped into someone unexpectedly. She should have looked where she was going better, she mused as she tripped and nearly fell. “I’m so sorry!” she apologized, turning to look at who she had tripped over, brushing an errant lock of hair behind her ear.

(do you want her to have bumped into Peter…?)

(yeah)

(kk cool)

Tink chimed anxiously as Peter stumbled slightly, and he reached out to steady the person. "Woah, hey, it's fine." he replied, looking down at the figure. Oh. it's a girl. He realized, raising his eyebrows a little bit for a moment. "No harm done, don't worry about it."

"Okay, sorry again, I wasn't looking where I was going," she responded, eyes darting around the marketplace. It seemed that she had gone and gotten herself lost, and not for the first time that day, either. She sighed. "Do you happen to know this place well? I think I'm lost." This man, or rather, this boy, seemed a lot kinder than the young woman that Elissa had just spoken to. Of course, that didn't mean that he wouldn't turn her in or try to hurt her, either. She should probably run away from him too, but it couldn't hurt to ask directions, right?

Peter ran a hand through his hair. "Oh– I don't really come here all that often. Only, like…every six months?" he screwed up his face as he thought for a moment. "Yeah, about every six months. But…where do you want to go? I might be able to help you." Tink crossed her arms, and let out a grumpy chime. He glanced down at his shoulder, where Tink was hidden beneath the cloak, then looked at Elissa again.

"Oh," Elissa responded softly, biting her lip. Was it worth it to trust him? She didn't know, and every second that she hesitated could cost her. Just breathe, she told herself, taking a deep breath. "I'm not sure, just somewhere less crowded, I suppose. But you don't have to take me, I'm fine on my own. I just want directions." It was clear that Elissa wasn't fine on her own, but she didn't trust anyone, including this kind boy. Just in case, she felt at her hip for her knife, but to her surprise, it was gone! Her eyes widened, and she felt embarrassed instantly. God, this boy probably thought she was stupid or something.

Peter nodded. "Yeah, alright. Come with me." He replied, moving to lead her out of the crowd. His golden eyes flickered around, taking everyone in as he moved through the crowd. Tink chimed again, and he shushed her. "Tink, quiet." He murmured under his breath, hoping that this girl hadn't heard Tink.

Elissa hesitated briefly before following him, hoping that she wasn't about to be killed in dark alley. If worst came to worst, Elissa was only barely holding it together, and could probably become a wolf with more ease than was safe to herself or her newfound companion.
Elissa heard a slight tinkling, but dismissed it as a bell from one of the shops. She had never heard a fairy speak, so she didn't know what it would sound like. She gripped her belt where her knife would be, forgetting for a moment that it had disappeared. She couldn't have dropped it, could she?

Peter led her out of the crowds, and over to a more secluded area of the market. "Is this better?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at her curiously. He adjusted his cloak slightly, letting out a breath and running a hand through his dark hair.

"Much," Elissa responded, taking in another deep breath in an attempt to rid herself of her anxiety. "I would prefer somewhere where there's no one at all, but then I fear I might not find my way back." She chuckled nervously, looking at into the young man's eyes for a moment. "Thank you. You didn't really have to walk me here." She glanced around again before making herself stop. It had to look incriminating, the way that her eyes darted around, inspecting every corner.

Peter smiled lightly. "Ha– well, I don't have much else to do." He replied, hoping Tink didn't try and interject again. In this quieter area, she would give herself away if she did. "You're welcome, though. What brings you to this area?" He asked, squinting up at the sky for a moment. He estimated that he still had hours before he could return back to Neverland, since transit could only be done at night, when the stars were out.

"Oh, I just, um, like to travel," Elissa lied, cursing herself internally for being a terrible liar. "I thought it would be nice to get away from my small town." That part, at least, had some truth to it. She combed her fingers through the ends of her hair, trying to decide what to tell this stranger. "What brings you here?" she decided at last, hoping that he wouldn't comment on her obvious lie.

He nodded, laughing a little. "Makes sense. I'm just here to pick up supplies. I don't live very close to anywhere like this, so I come here about every six months." He shrugged, smiling softly.

“Supplies? What kind of place do you live in?” Elissa asked, suddenly curious. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” She almost smiled at the irony. She was prying into his life while telling him almost nothing about herself. Of course, the difference was that he wasn’t a wanted man. At least, Elissa didn’t think he was. Her anxiety was actually beginning to calm down.

"Ah…it's an island. Rather difficult for most people to access, so…" He didn't exactly want to say why it was so hard. That Neverland was only accessible by flight, sometimes by sea but not always. He gave a quick smile, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand.

Elissa nodded, smiling a bit as well. She couldn’t let herself get comfortable. These niceties weren’t doing anything to help her, and she couldn’t trust anyone. Still, it was nice to talk to someone decent, unlike that young woman from earlier. “That sounds lovely. Thank you again, but I probably should be going,” she began, eyes darting around again. She hoped he didn’t ask why she was going somewhere, because as much as she enjoyed talking to him, she had to remind herself that she couldn’t trust anyone.

Peter nodded. "Right. Me too, I've got stuff to pick up." he replied with a soft smile. "Hope you're doing better than you seemed to be earlier." he stepped away from her, hoping he wasn't making her nervous or something. "Good luck with…whatever it is you're doing." it was quite obvious that he had no idea at all who she was.

Elissa nodded, relaxing slightly. Her stomach flipped, giving her a different kind of anxiety. Wonderful. “You too. Hope you get everything you need,” she responded, smiling back. “It was nice to meet you.” And that time it wasn’t a lie at all. She stepped back as well, reluctant to walk away for a moment before forcing herself to turn and walk around the corner.

Peter nodded again. "Yeah." he replied. He watched her go for a moment. "Peter, my fabric!" Tink chimed impatiently, and he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he started walking. "I know, Tink, I know." he replied softly, smiling.

Elissa was confused at the sound of chimes again but kept walking until there was no one else in sight. She leaned against the wall, trying another breathing technique. If this kept up, she would surely transform before she could find her father and grandmother.
Elissa focused instead on counting to one hundred. Counting always calmed her down. At least that guy was nice, even if Elissa was beginning to suspect the young woman of stealing her knife. What she really should have asked the guy for was a place to sleep, but she had a plenty of time to worry about that. She just had to focus on calming her emotions.

The weird puppet guy had stopped and sat down on a hill, on the outskirts of town. Elara and her gang had followed him there, and she jerked her head in the guy's direction, motioning for them to surround him. When they had done so, she smiled her wolf-like smile and sauntered iver to him, hands deep in her trouser pockets.

"You're interesting, newby," she said, standing before the guy. "Why are you here, anyway? We don't get many new people around, and none like you." She looked him up and down with some appreciation, not even bothering to disguise her crude actions.

After finally being calm again, Elissa decided to go look for a place to stay. Her stomach grumbled, making her realize that she was actually quite hungry as well. She had some money that she had taken from both where she had hidden it and her father’s supply, so she had enough to get by for now. Of course, Elissa wasn’t sure how long that money would last, but she tried not to think about it. Hopefully she would find where her family was being kept and free them before her money ran out.
All of this was going through her mind as she searched for an inn or a tavern, thinking that maybe an ally would be helpful. But how can one find an ally if no one can be trusted? At least this trail of thought was making Elissa more exhausted than anxious. She had to keep the wolf at bay, and anxiety only led her more precariously close to transforming again.

Elara didn't seem intimidated at all. She snorted, lips curving into a cruel smirk. "Rather blunt, aren't you? That's no way to talk to a lady." She didn't take her hands from her pockets, but looked around at her men that had been knocked down. "Try not to kill them," she said mildly. "I do need some of them alive. They're rather fun to play with." She bared her teeth in a smile.

"Oh, they are," Elara said, snorting. "But I don't always want to do the dirty work, you know?" She pulled her hands from her pockets and sat down on the grass cross-legged, seeming unconcerned about this guy, who could probably cripple her in a heartbeat.

"Why are you here?" She asked, voice calm and cheerful, as if she was asking about the weather, although there was a dangerous undercurrent in her tone.

Peter walked down the road, heading over to the woman who was selling the fabric. He purchased a few different fabric samples, putting them in his bag so that Tink would stop reminding him every two minutes.