RPG The Shadow of Adventure [PG]

[Annie]

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Characters in play: Wendy, Michael, Peter, and Tinker Bell.[/right]

[b]?Wendy! Supper time!?[/b] Mrs. Darling stood at the foot of the twisted staircase. She was a patient woman, sweet and kind. Her voice rang softly, barely audible on the second floor. Which resulted in her calling out once more. [b]?Wendy Darling, I won?t tell you again,?[/b] said Mrs. Darling, slightly agitated. Her long, velvety dress swept across the hardwood floor. Soft clicks and clacks of her shoes echoed throughout the house, slowly drowned out by the pounding of Wendy?s on the floor above. [b]?Coming mother!? [/b] Wendy, still in her school uniform, fumbled to descend the stairs in some natural form. The banister railing, supposedly there to aide one to step with ease, served the young woman as a slide. Thank goodness Mr. Darling and Mrs. Darling had not caught Wendy; much trouble would have been in store. [I]?Do not encourage your brothers, Wendy. We can?t possibly afford a trip to Doctor Randalph?s office,?[/I] Mr. Darling had told her once before. Wendy rounded the entryway into the dining room to find her family waiting just for her. Michael and John sat on either side of Mr. Darling, while his wife sat opposite of the square, mahogany table. Wendy walked around the table to take her seat just to her mother?s left. The candle light danced on the empty silver plates. [b]?Sorry, I have much to pack,?[/b] Wendy breathed, her face flushed pink in both embarrassment and the rush of excitement. [b]?You used the banister rail again, didn?t you Wendy??[/b] John smirked. It was obvious as Wendy started to take her seat; the hem of her skirt rose high in the rear. [b]?What have I told you about that rail, dear??[/b] Mr. Darling, the stricter of the parents, stressed, adjusting his glasses. [b]?I didn?t want to keep you all waiting any more than you have,?[/b] Wendy smoothed out her skirt and sat on the blue, crushed velvet of the seat. [b]?Don?t let me hear of that again,?[/b] her father?s condoning tone hushed the room. [b]?So, Wendy,?[/b] Mrs. Darling spoke sweetly, [b]?are you ready for the trip to Starling Academy??[/b] Starling Academy was the most prestigious school for girls; it was more of a finishing school than an academy. Mr. Darling thought it best to send Wendy to the academy for further studies in how to be more of a responsible lady. He felt it necessary for his daughter to grow up properly. But what does Wendy care about properness? However it may distress her, she knew it was the right thing to do. There was no other option for Wendy; she had to grow up. [b]?I am, Mother.? ?Well, I?m not ready for Wendy to leave,?[/b] Michael whined over his spoonful of soup. [b]?Michael, love, eat your soup,?[/b] Mrs. Darling encouraged. [b]?Well I?m not,?[/b] he shoved the spoon into his mouth and slurped the soup out of annoyance. [b]?Michael, your manners,?[/b] Wendy narrowed her eyes. [b]?Why do you have to leave?? ?We have to grow up sometime, Michael,?[/b] Wendy tried to sooth her little brother. He was always the closest to her. [b]?No we don?t, you used to tell us that we don?t have to grow up unless we want to. And you?re growing up because you want to!?[/b] Michael stood from his chair and stormed out of the room. [b]?Oh dear,?[/b] John shook his head, stirring aimlessly around the bowl. [b]?Mother, Father, may I be excused??[/b] Wendy set her napkin down. Mr. Darling, now rubbing at his temples, waved his hand dismissively. The youngest of his children only happened to be the tempered one. Mrs. Darling nodded with an understanding smile. Wendy chased after Michael. There was one place he would run to whenever he wanted to be alone; that was the small gazebo in the backyard garden. Being an eight-year old, there he would sit underneath high bench seats and pretend he was invisible. The evening was chilled, but not cold. Spring had its way of bringing in a fresh, warm breeze. Wendy tip-toed towards the gazebo, careful not to suggest Michael to run again.

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[JJ]

[Color=DarkBlue]Michael sat under the benches, silently sobbing. His tears fell, and left spots on the wooden floor. He didn?t want John or his father seeing him crying, but he didn?t know what else to do. Wendy was his big sister who helped fight the monsters away. She was the one that kept Michael?s dreams of flying again alive.

Michael didn?t want her to leave, and he wished he could stop her. Sadly, he couldn?t, because he was too small. So, instead, he sat under the benches, hiding from his family, and crying. He sniffled softly, and stopped suddenly, as he heard someone step on the first step of the gazebo that squeaked.

He peeked between the slats of the bench, and was greeted with the skirt of Wendy. He tried to stifle a laugh as Wendy called out, ?Michael, are you there? Michael, where?d you go??

Michael stopped when he realized what she was going to do. She was going to try to say goodbye. Michael started towards the end of the bench, and popped out when Wendy?s back was turned. As he scampered towards the exit, he stepped on the creaky step. Wendy turned around, and Michael was caught.

?I found you.? Wendy said, looking Michael in the eyes.

?I don?t want to listen to you.? Michael said, looking back. ?All you?ll say is, I?m sowwy, I have to go Michael. I don?t want to hear it.?

?Michael, you have to understand, that everyone?s grows up whether they want to or not. I just feel like I have to accept that.? Wendy said.

?Why?? Michael asked, ?Why do you have to grow up??

?Michael, it?s something that has to happen, it?s inevitable.? Wendy replied, sitting down, ?Why don?t you come sit down for a minute??

Michael looked at her suspiciously, and walked back up the steps. He sat down next to Wendy, and hugged her. ?I won?t let you go.? He whispered to her.

?And how are you going to stop me?? Wendy asked, smiling.

?I?ll tie you to the mast of the pirate ship.? Michael said, smiling as well.

?Which comes from where?? Wendy asked, starting to chuckle.

?Why from Neverneverland!? Michael exclaimed, standing up.

?Or, I could just tell you a story.? Wendy suggested.

?But, you won?t stay then, you?ll still have to go. At least if you?re my captive, you can?t leave.? Michael said, looking at Wendy.

?But I couldn?t possibly leave before I finished the story.? Wendy said, standing up. ?How about we go back to dinner, and afterwards, we?ll start the story??

?OK, but only if you promise.? Michael said, sticking his pinkie out.

?I promise.? Wendy said, locking her pinkie with Michael?s.

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[Raiha]

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[COLOR=SeaGreen][FONT=Times New Roman][i]Tinkerbell, fairy, pixie, and all around curious creature was flitting around the back yard of the Darlings, looking for excitement. Her ears caught the promise that was made between Michael and Wendy. Interest piqued, she swirled away, knowing that Peter Pan, her companion and friend, would be dying to hear one more story.[/i]

"I promise."

[i]She turned tail and flew straight back to Neverland, shedding pixie dust as she went. While she didn't like that Wendy creature, she did like Michael. And Peter Pan would be angry with her if she didn't tell him there was going to be another story. Peter Pan always loved Wendy's stories. And she didn't like it.

The last time they had all been in Neverland, Tinkerbell had managed to get Wendy shot. Unfortunately they missed. Those Lost Boys..... She sighed as she flew, but didn't stop. Wendy always got Peter Pan's attention. When she was held captive, he flew to save her. The pixie sighed again, then shook herself and zoomed up to Peter Pan.

He was flying as usual, and she circled him several times, dousing him in her pixie dust.[/i]

"What is it Tink?"

[i]She hid behind her wings.[/i]

"Wendy's telling another story. One more story. She promised."

"Really?!"

"Really."[/FONT][/COLOR]