<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Peter Pan</u></b><br/>
<i>The Darling Estate</i><br/>​</div>Peter could feel it now, the excitement. It literally thrummed throughout his entire body, Tink had done it, she was always so sharp, so witty, so on point. She knew exactly how to twist words and meaning to make it best suit her needs and once again she proved capable. Peter swirled around the air, around George, around Fable, around Tinkerbell, his eyes lit by the gold and green glow that fluttered from Tinkerbell. Peter's path announced to all around by the occasional<i>thud </i>as he held George's stick by its end and let the heavy ball sporadically collide with the wooden floorboards.<br/><br/>"I can see my boys?" George mumbled in disbelief.<br/><br/>Peter smiled brightly and quickly dashed through the air, letting himself curl over Tink's back, his cheek pressed against hers, her glow lighting up the pile of a man before him, tears still streaking down his chubby face. Peter nodded in excitement.<br/><br/>"You can George, you can! I can bring them if you want! Not right now, but later!" Peter offered. "But you have to help me George, as you have in the past."<br/>"Now... where is Wendy and what changed?" Pan growled, his voice filled with a darker tone so unlike Peter.<br/>"Ch- Changed?" George asked<br/><br/>George's reaction stirred something inside Peter Pan, something dark, something he didn't much like. Pan screamed, a guttural sound, wild, animalistic. The black's of his face tattoo seemed to turn even darker, making his face seem almost hollow as the white's of the tattoo almost seemed to glow in contrast. One arm tightened around Tinkerbell as he pulled himself further across her shoulder, half floating half leaning against her.<br/><br/>"Answer the questions George!" Pan bellowed as he pressed the heavy metal head of the stick into George's cheek.<br/>"Ah! I! Ahh! She's gone! She's gone okay! I don't know where I swear!" George whimpered<br/>"<i>what.....<b>changed</b>!"</i>Pan growled.<br/>"Sh-she-we-we-we woke her up! We've kept her under..... kept her drugged up! She is uncontrollable, this way she remained in bed most of the time... sleeping!" George continued<br/><br/>The hollow darkness of Peter's skin seemed to fluctuate, it turned back into skin colored with inks of blacks and grey's and Peter's gaze softened as a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "You see George, it's really not that hard to answer questions." Peter chuckled, he pulled back slightly and pressed his cheek against Tinkerbell once more, his arm loosened and his hands found her hair, combing through it before pressing his lips to her cheeks. "Thank you Tink, I'll always need you by my side." He whispered, his eyes darted back towards George and he let the walking stick clatter to the floor. "Will she be back?" He asked George.<br/><br/>"W-w-well yes, of course, I paid a man a handsome sum to keep her out of trouble, for trouble is something she excels at." George babbled quickly, the flaps of his skin moving with his motions.<br/>"Ah... we know all about that George don't we Tink?" Peter chuckled.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Hook</u></b><br/>
<i>Behind the Veil</i><br/>​</div>Hook straightened, padding his outfit down as if he were brushing of dust that had somehow accumulated within the forest. To his annoyance a small itch lingered on his chin, he lifted his hook, the metal glinting as a sliver of moonlight made it's way through the trees. The hook scraped against skin and stubble and a grinned a great toothy smile at Tiger Lily.<br/><br/>"Tiiiiiger Lily! It's been too long." He announced with a flourish and a bow.<br/><br/>He smiled down at the woman, raven black hair pulled back and then pooling across and over her shoulders, adorned with a few feathers here and there, but nothing like her father had worn. The tribe had certainly changed since Tiger had taken hold, they'd been far more effective but less vindictive, her rule seemed to be strong, made of earth and iron yet fair and caring. He stepped towards her, her features slowly coming into view, she looked strong as ever, the black crow, its wings across her eyes and its tail across the bridge of her nose while the birds beak pointed up towards the sky making her look far more intimidating when her gaze locked on his.<br/><br/>"Still as beautiful as a fresh water flower." Hook mused. "I wasn't expecting convincing you to be so... easy?"<br/>He tapped his feet impatiently as he stroked at his chin with the golden hook. "Who am I too complain!" He finally announced triumphantly. "I think I know how to get us there.... faster than the Jolly Rogers, but don't worry, she'll be there too, home is where the heart is after all." He chuckled.<br/><br/>Hook walked back towards where he had stood moments before, where he had been transfixed on the worlds beyond. As he slowly stepped around the place where he had been able to peer into the realm which held Wendy in its clutches he cocked his head ever so slightly. His brows furrowed and his eyes squinted as he did imagery pooled in the distance, soft yellow lights, the soft hum of voices. He raised his arm, the hook glinting once more before he swiped and felt it embed into something soft, something velvet, something brittle and he<i><b>tore.</b></i><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Finley</u></b><br/>
<i>Beyond the Veil</i><br/>​</div>Finley had seen a lot of things in his life. Strange things, wonderful things, horrible things. He'd built his entire life on mystery and wonder, on tales and fairy tales, one tale in particular, the tale of Wendy Darling and Peter Pan. It was one that felt familiar, true to his own heart, one that seemed to speak of a place he<i>knew</i>. He had tried to be reasonable with the lass, but she'd denied him at every step, that wretched father trying to pull the rug from under him. Neverland was part of them all, it wasn't just Wendy's. He knew he'd acted a solid ass tonight and he'd probably lost a few costumers because of it but... He couldn't stop the anger from boiling up whenever he saw Wendy, that woman was insufferable. He watched as the final patron of the evening headed for the door, some nobody, some chump who had now interest in the tales and stories of wonder, just wanted to get drunk and forget his life. Perhaps he'd taken the wrong turn at some point, making this place a bar... But hey, one needed to make money to live.<br/><br/>"Goo'bye" Fin bellowed as the man slipped into his coat.<br/><br/>The man looked across at Finley and his eyes seemed to widen, his mouth dropped and he half stumbled backwards, batting blindly behind him as he sought the door.<br/><br/>"What are ya daft?" Fin yelled at the man.<br/>"Be-Behind you." The man muttered as he bolted towards the door.<br/><br/>Fin just shook his head in disbelief, what a total twat, been drinking to much of that absinth he reckoned. As he turned on his heels to head over to the bar, the bar he'd had to keep by himself since the hired help had run off after the fight on the premises. Nasty business. Fights, thankfully it had gone outside before someone got seriously injured, saved Fin a lot of effort with police reports, testifying, insurance companies.... bloody leeches those insur-<br/><br/>"What'n the world?" Finley croaked as from the painting at the far end of the bar seemed to fall open, the canvas split in two.<br/><br/>From within he could feel a cool breeze, a breeze thick with the scent of wood and leaves, of decay and wilderness. He stepped closer only to fall back into a nearby stool as a man stepped through the painting. He was clad in dark and black leathers, black boots adorned with golden clasps, a belt from which hung a pistol of sorts on one side, a long sword one would describe as a fencing blade on the other. A black coat with golden embroidery hung across his shoulders, sleeves broad and loose, its tail reaching the man's ankles. His eyes were hard, cold, dark like the icy pits of the ocean floor, a scar shaped like a hook ran from his left brow up and around his face ending at his lips. The man's gaze fell on Fin and he couldn't help a whimper escape from his lips as his footfalls fell loudly on the wooden floor boards. Just behind him a woman emerged, jet black hair, a black band of paint, almost like war paint smeared across her eyes and nose, feathers hanging loosely from her ears, her garbs like those of story, straight from an outdated cowboys and indian's tale.<br/><br/>"Ah... At least we have ourselves some information Lily" The man in black announced as he grinned towards Finley. "Good sir we seek..." The man suddenly stopped speaking as his eyes snapped upwards, the chimes of the door catching his attention, the last patron running from the establishment, the door thrust open. "Tinkerbell." The man whispered.<br/><br/>Without another word the man burst forward with incredible speed, his feet leaping across the bar as he landed between the door and the misty night, catching it before it slammed shut. fin's eyes widened, he had to do a double take, but as the man swept by he caught sight of his left hand, a hook, a golden hook.. "That was Tinkerbell, I swear Lily, I could recognize that wretched chime in my sleep." Hook shouted over his shoulder towards the woman that had followed him through the painting. "TINKERBELL! SHOW YOURSELF" Hook shouted into the mist.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Somewhere within the city</i><br/>​</div>"Ah." James said in a chuckle. "Your father, a special case indeed, well, I haven't had a proper drink yet. Perhaps to at least set a certain level of expectation we should remain outside of the Darling Estate for as long as possible." He mused.<br/><br/>Without a word James dug a cigarette free from his front pocket, stuck it between his lips and fumbled for his lighter as he led Wendy across the darkened streets of the city. When he finally found it he gave it a single tug of breath, letting the smoke twirl in his lungs before exhaling through his nose in a singular sigh. He snatched it from his lips and offered it to Wendy. "Miss Darling?"<br/><br/>The name made him smile, sending a little spark of warmth through his body as he gave himself a little nod. This woman<i>did </i>something to him and it wasn't like<i>that. </i>She had an air around her that made him want to know<i>more. </i>It was almost like she knew some part of him that he himself didn't even know and, if he was being completely honest. He kind of liked that. As they moved arm in arm he adjusted his stride to walk in perfect sync with Wendy, to match his left step with hers, like a less romantic dance but still, as part as one.<br/><br/>"I'm assuming you know the way then? If it's not an establishment well known, then I doubt I know it at all, I'm quite new to town and only knew of the place before due to its.... well... touristic value." James explained, it was followed by another deep sigh and he looked down at Wendy by his side. "Wendy, I'm sorry about that, I shouldn't have taken you inside, I hoped to break some of that fear I thought you had of Neverland, but it seems you do not fear Neverland at all. But we'll talk about that when your ready." He said, letting that warmth slide across his voice as he smiled down at her.<br/><br/>James froze for a moment, their steady rhythmic movement pulled to a sudden halt as he listened, for a split second he<i>swore </i>he heard a name carried through the quiet night sky,<b><i>Tinkerbell. </i></b>He took pause and looked down at Wendy, giving her a slight squeeze of reassurance. "Probably just drunken youth from the bar." He mused.