<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Darling Estate</i>​</div><br/><br/>James watched as her demeanor shifted once more, she slid from bright, curious, almost joyful into the icy-cold darkness, lost at sea. What baffled James however was her recovery, he had been with so many people that would take days, sometimes weeks to recover from one of his<i>sharper </i>remarks.<br/><br/>He had studied the Darling’s tale of Peter Pan and Neverland, had read over the novelization over and over, sought out lost editions, plays, drafts and sketches before coming to the estate.<br/><br/>He had studied the accounts of psychiatrists, therapists, unregistered doctors and specialists that had gotten their grip on the Darling family. They all drained fund after fund, yet none ever made progress. They all had failed and each and every hypothesis, each conclusion seemed to be a synonym of the same word:<br/><br/><i>Volatile, unpredictable, unstable, trickster, manipulative.</i><br/><br/>His research, although hard, long and unyielding. Each and every “doctor” needing to be persuaded one way or another, had paid off now. he got a glimpse of the many different Wendy’s within an instant. He had to admit, he didn’t mind this final form she slipped into. He gave a friendly nod as she stood, her finger and nail pulled across the skin of his palm as she moved away.<br/><br/>Manipulative, yes. But at least she was playful, at least she seemed somewhat happy. Mischievous perhaps as she slipped from her nightgown, a flash of pale skin almost reflecting the dim light before she disappeared into the closet leaving James to wonder….<br/><br/><i>How many personalities would he assume to pull free from the grasps of those that would render him senseless, claimed him <b>insane</b>.</i><br/><br/>Her voice was light and playful, a stark contrast to the outfit she’d assembled for herself. He chuckled at the transformation. From a shy girl hidden away in a light nightgown to a grown woman ready to kick anyone’s ass. The combat boots, the leather jacket, ripped jeans, a hoody pulled up shading her features, her hair half hidden, half tumbling out, the zipper of said hoody pulled down just enough to show a flash of skin. He rolled her words through his mind as he followed close behind Wendy, letting her lead through the winding corridors. His last pass through here had been so fast he hardly registered half of the turns and twists. It seemed easier to traverse when there’s a siren’s call somewhere along the way.<br/><br/>“Well, first off….. who said we are keeping to the grounds?” He said with a smirk as he closed the distance between them.<br/>“I’m taking you on something you haven’t been in some time Wendy. I’m taking you on an<b><i>adventure </i></b>Wendy, out of this hell-hole, into the real world, with<i>real people.</i>” He announced with a bright smile.<br/><br/>James offered his arm, hooked it ever so slightly for her to push her own arm through as he lowered his lips closer to her cheek, his own breath cascading back against him as he whispered.<br/>“Don’t tell your father though, I think I’d get in some serious trouble….”<br/><br/>James paused for a moment, smiled and winked down at Wendy as they approached the foyer of the estate, stood at the door that would lead straight into that pit of crushed pebbles surrounded by meters and meters of over decorated gardens, a garden in which his car would still be rumbling softly in the empty space right outside the front door.<br/><br/>“And as for the mist, I’m pretty sure my car has fog lights.” He said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Pan</u></b><br/>
<i>Somewhere in the city</i>​</div><br/><br/>Pan couldn’t help but laugh, his voice carrying through the empty streets, youthful, happy as he watched Tink flash from gold to red and back to gold. He smiled and pecked her cheek playfully before he unwrapped himself from her neck. Pan floated forward, his feet just barely brushing the cobblestones yet they launched him forward a few feet at a time. A swirl of mist pulled behind him, like he had dug a tunnel through the clouds.<br/><br/>“Where do we find more boys?” He announced loudly as his arm hooked around a nearby lamppost, spinning round and round as he clambered upwards.<br/><br/>He stood atop the post, the light beneath him flickered nervously as his weight shifted, his feet just barely finding purchase to keep him steady as he leaned down low, pressing his hand flat against his forehead, as if he was trying to keep some unseen sun from blinding his view. He peered forward, squinting intensely as the smile on his lips brightened even further.<br/><br/>“I hear them Tink, can you hear them? Come! Come along now!” He shouted as he leaped forward from one post to the next, each light flickered as he landed, some never reignited whilst others pulsed awkwardly.<br/><br/>He dashed and dashed, one, two, eight, twenty, twenty one, not waiting on Tink, nor checking if she could close the distance between them. Ahead was a home or perhaps a store? Whatever it was there were lights on inside and it was loud, voices, so many voices calling and shouting. There was laughter inside, Peter loved laughter. He stopped dead in his tracks, Tink forgotten for but a moment as the laughter pulled at his very being.<br/><br/>He slid down the lamppost and crossed the street with a spring in his step, his hands found the cool glass windows of the loud establishment, he quickly rubbed at the fogged up panes so he could peek inside. What he saw had Peter laugh himself, he could feel his stomach twist as his laughter turned into a bright giggle. Inside were men and women, he recognized the sway to most of them, similar to many of Hook’s crew after drinking too much rum, there were instruments, people dancing, dimmed lights, drinks being drunk and drinks being spilled.<br/><br/><i>Perfect</i>….. This is where he’d find some boys.<br/><br/>Peter Pan’s hands slid over the moist glass as he raised his fists into the air victoriously, not caring who saw, who heard…. He jumped and he called out, called out like he hadn’t in such a long time. but his gut was screaming, his blood was pumping… He was<i>happy</i>, they were going to have so much<i>fun</i>!<br/><br/>There were no words to his call, no “right way”, it was guttural, pure joy bundled into his lungs as he turned his head up towards the sky, his eyes glittering, his body hidden within the mist. He called out, screamed, cheered, crowed, his hands cupped around his lips carrying his voice across the city, throughout the night sky into an everlasting echo. His heart thumped and he grinned like the biggest fool on this side of the planes. He tilted his head ever so slightly as he listened for her chimes, his eyes searching the mists for her glow.<br/><br/>“Tink? I’m going inside, are you coming along?” He said, his voice still full of laughter.