<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Hook</u></b><br/>
<i>Somewhere near the Starstruck</i>​</div><br/>Vicious, malicious. Emotions that one could see radiate from Hook's person, his face twisted in a hungry rage, his shoulders broad yet tightened, squeezing the muscles within his body as he strode forward with an intent. That little<i>bitch </i>of a fairy was here, he could feel it, the fact of it shimmered through his very being and<i>she </i>was here,<i>he </i>would be here too.<br/><br/>"Peter...." He growled. "Pan." He whispered with finality.<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed as the mist dissipated around him with every step, the curling fingers and tendrils of white and grey pulled away from him as he stormed onwards, keeping free from his grasp, yet taunting him by blocking his vision of what was to come. Anger boiled beneath his skin as his jaws stiffened, the sound of his teeth gnashing left, right, left gone unnoticed by Hook himself.<br/><br/>The chimes!<br/><br/>Once again those blasted chimes rung, the sound of Tink's laughter just beyond him, only a few strides from which he had come not moments before. Had they returned to the bar? Did they have Wendy with them already? The sound caused Hook to whirl on his heels, his hand slipped around the trusty grip of his flintlock pistol, a flick of his wrist causing it to come free of its holster, his finger already pressing the mechanism into place with a sharp "<b><i>click</i></b>", all he had to do now was<i>squeeze </i>the trigger.<br/><br/>"Begone you blasted mist!" He bellowed as he raised the gun,  pistol aimed at where the sound of the blasted bells had come from.<br/><br/>As his voice echoed through the darkened streets he waved his hook angrily, swiping at the misty wall between him and his quarry. The mist swirled and whirled, the mist shuddered and for a moment Hook swore he could hear them<i>whisper.</i>He blinked, once, to ground himself, to muse at the whispers and then again, in disbelief, as the mists that plagued the streets not a heartbeat before had lifted into nothingness. Tiger Lily stood at the doorway to the bar, attheir point of entry and Hook squinted at a shimmering of gold that refracted from the corner of the door of the fine establishment. Bells... above the doorway hung a contraption of<i>bells</i>.<br/><br/>"Is that your trickery Lily?" He shouted angrily as he waved his pistol, pointing it towards the bells above the doorway.<br/><br/>Hook huffed, his breath still shaky from the ever boiling anger as he stepped towards Tiger Lily, letting his pistol drop to his side, painfully aware that the woman had, like himself, only just arrived. He sighed as he approached her, scratching at the hook shaped scar across his face, the blasted thing always<i>itched. </i><br/><br/>"I apologize for my behavior M'lady... Well... we're here... now what?" He snapped, a tinge of annoyance clear in his voice.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Suds and Bubbles</i><br/>​</div>James had to stop himself from checking Wendy's temperature as they approached the laundromat, she wanted to get a drink<i>here? </i>Why on earth was this place even open? Who does their laundry at 3am? He frowned, he had nearly stopped them from approaching the place, wanting to lead them back to the car. Clearly the whole experience within the Startruck had shaken here a little more then it had meant to. But something gnawed inside James, a little voice, it was tiny, a whisper, one that urged him forward, the unreasonable voice of curiosity. That whisper that had haunted him for so many years in the past... the one that always asked that final question...<i> What if?</i><br/><br/>What if what you might ask yourself, but James didn't know what exactly the question meant either, he just knew it had followed him ever since his youth, ever since that accident that had him losing most of his childhood memories...<i>What if he'd done things differently?</i><br/><br/>So he let her lead them onwards, into the abandoned laundromat, inside a man dressed all to well sat in a white plastic chair, his overal posture more reminiscent of a bouncer then any sort of expert in the washing of sheets. A feathery touch that traced the lines of James's face pulled his attention down towards Wendy at his side, he gave her a soft smile, still unsure if they'd be going anywhere except the car and back to the estate as she spoke. So he merely gave her a nod, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.<br/><br/>"Alright Wendy, enough Neverland for tonight."  He chuckled.<br/><br/>The smell of cigars, the sound of a melodic piano and a voice, so rich, so enticing, feminine and beautiful creeped into James's senses, he frowned for a moment, having missed the door, which certainly hadn't been there before. One brow cocked upwards as he looked to the large man now towering beside the doorway which led into a soft and welcoming light and back towards Wendy who invited him playfully to follow her inside.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Fable</u></b><br/>
<i>Darling Estate</i><br/>​</div>Fable's eyes were still wide with shock, he visibly flinched when Peter Pan moved now, these weren't the stories he had read or ever told anyone about Peter Pan, it had an intensity to it, a weight, he had not ever in his entire life even dreamed of it being this way. Instead of living the dream he had expected it was like he had been sucked into an endless nightmare. His gaze fell down to his hands, his young and nimble hands, squeezing his fingers into a fist, feeling the soft flesh press into itself as the pressure caused blood to flourish beneath his skin. For the first time in years moving didn't<i>hurt. </i>He just wondered if this would all be worth it, he just hoped he wouldn't be left with the everlasting lingering thought of:<i>What if.</i><br/><br/>His eyes darted towards Peter a final time before he ducked out of the room, glad to be away, even if it was for but a moment. Fable realized all too well there was no going back now. Perhaps things would get better....<br/><br/>Tinkerbell moved with a playful grace before him, her movements somewhat rushed as she still glowed a liquid gold after Peter had pecked her cheek. It made Fable smile ever so slightly, at least some of the stories were true. Fairies were real, best of all they are beautiful creatures, innocent even, he'd seen Tink turn so many colors he'd lost count. It's a shame a creature with such a seemingly good heart, a will to truly please the one she loved could be corrupted so easily. As they strode through the estate, the East wing seemingly further than expected Fable's eyes caught a glimpse of something out of place, something so awkward among all this old wood, creaking floorboards and masterful art pieces he stopped dead in his tracks.<br/><br/>There, to his left, just beyond a door left slightly askew he could see beams of fluorescent light, reflecting of white washed walls, reminiscent of a hospital, a medical center, something Fable, the old Fable at least was all too familiar with.<br/><br/><i>The old Fable? What had his name been?</i><br/><br/>As his mind wandered, trying to shift through the ever-growing dense mess that was his memory his feet took him towards the light, like a fly hypnotized by a fly trap he shuffled forward, pressing the door open even further, revealing a set of grey concrete stairs leading down and out of sight, the walls luminescent by the overhanging flickering lights until the stairs were swallowed by a darkness, the lights no longer lit beyond the final step. To Fable it felt<i>bad.... </i>really bad... He shouldn't be here, he should stay with Tinkerbell, this place was wrong, it was evil it was-<br/><br/>He jumped as a hand clasped his shoulder firmly, a face painted with black's and white's to form a skull beneath the sharp features of his skin slowly pulling into his peripheral vision. The fingers tightened as he heard a soft chuckle, a chuckle mixed with hot breath that caused the hairs on his neck to spike.<br/><br/>"Whatever have you found Fable.... Weren't you with Tinkerbell?" Peter whispered<br/>"Uhm....Yes... I got.... lost?" Fable answered<br/>"Hm... Find Tink... bring her here.." He breathed before floating over and across Fable's shoulders, his gaze locked onto the darkness below, not even looking back towards Fable, just interested in whatever was down below.<br/>"Y-y-yes Peter." Fable said hurriedly.<br/><br/>Fable didn't need to be told twice, Tinkerbell seemed far better company than Peter Pan right now, perhaps when things calmed down, when they finally found Wendy things would be better, happier, like in the stories... fighting silly drunken pirates to save Indian girls and swim with mermaids. Fable nodded to himself, almost believing his own lies as he ran back into the halls and towards the direction "Georgie" had sent them earlier, the East wing...<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Suds and Bubbles</i><br/>​</div>Flabbergasted.<br/><br/>A word that didn't pass ones mind very often, the feeling of intense shock, surprise or wonder.<br/><br/>In James's case...<i>all of the above.</i><br/><br/>It had felt like they had stepped through a portal into another world, another realm. They had left the cold, misty outskirts of the city, stepped into a dodgy looking laundromat in an area of the city one would presume to be found mugged, dead, or drunk and had just walked into a rich yet ominous world of comfort. Eyes fell upon them as they entered, some lingered, most seemed to shift away as they spotted Wendy by James's side. James leaned in towards Wendy, whispering softly. "Some crowd you've found here."<br/><br/>His eyes darted from left to right, taking in the sights, the people, the expressions, the general setup of the place, there was only one exit and it was the one they had used to enter. Several thick leathery couches were arranged in small booth's, sturdy looking dark wooden tables sitting at the center of each booth. Most of the booth's were taken, except one at the far back, candle light flickered nervously from each table, a soft mellow glow spreading through the corners of the room crafted by scone's tucked away inside the walls. As James hooked his arm into Wendy's once more, leading them towards the abandoned booth he spotted the bar, neon lights similar to the ones that hung outside displayed above the bar itself, whilst an endless string of Christmas lights hung from the ceiling. the barman gave them both a welcoming grin before nodding towards them in acknowledgement.<br/><br/>Across from the booth there was a raised platform, a sleek black piano vibrated as a man, lost in a joint world of music and joy let his fingers sink into the keys in a rhythm and sound that strengthened the enticing, hypnotic voice of the woman propped onto a stool not far from him. She was draped across the microphone, her fingers trailing down the stand which held fast in her grip, her features hidden in shadow as a bright spotlight encased her shoulders, her back, her jet black hair that seemed to curl across her shoulder, little sparkles littering her picture perfect dress. It gave James pause, causing him to stumble for a moment as he let her voice carry him into that same realm she and so many others within this place seemed to travel too.<br/><br/>His feet however, still carried them both towards the booth, he gave Wendy a slight nod, uncurling his arm from hers before offering the first seat to her, waiting for her to shuffle forward and inwards so he could sit beside her.<br/><br/>"So.... Have you got a special drink here too? Or is it just Don Julio's all around?" He teased with a grin.