Characters: Peter Pan and EVERYONE Location: A classroom, and then NEVERLAND Time: All day Tuesday, until someone finds Peter Content: NEVERLAND Warnings: Peter makes the Institute his little bitch
Tina totally resents the hair-pulling, but fancies it's affectionatefirstlaughOctober 27 2009, 22:07:27 UTC
Hidden under a table in an empty classroom, a little figure lay prone on the floor, arms flung across the carpet and eyes rolled into the back of her head. Tina’s fingers were balled into little desperate fists but the rest of small body was limp as she lay consumed in the illusion. Her lips twitched tremulously as somewhere, amidst the dense forests of the Neverland, she cried out...
A chorus of angry bells, loosely translated into a stream of appalling insults, echoed throughout the woods as Tinker Bell flitted between the trees. For a whole minute Tink had been the happiest little fairy in the Neverlands - the sun was breaking through the winter clouds, Peter Pan was returning triumphantly to his domain and Tina was Tink, the brightest little ball of light in all the islands. Everything was alright again.
Except it suddenly all turned a little sour when Tink realised that the perfection wouldn’t last. More noisy little girls would be cluttering up her little kingdom (Peter was king, but Tink was a princess in her own right) and there just wasn’t enough time in the day to be annoyed about all of them. She turned angry, and screamed petulantly. She could just imagine them now! It was the Wendy Bird all over again! She stomped her delicate little feet in mid-air, knowing exactly how it would go: ooh Peter, show me the mermaids Peter, introduce me to the Indian princess!
She’d push them in the water, she decided. She’d pull their hair and pinch their faces and call the pirates and not tell them when tea time was and - running out of ideas, Tink crossed her arms and sulked in mid-air, cursing womankind in a stream of jangling bells.
A chorus of angry bells, loosely translated into a stream of appalling insults, echoed throughout the woods as Tinker Bell flitted between the trees. For a whole minute Tink had been the happiest little fairy in the Neverlands - the sun was breaking through the winter clouds, Peter Pan was returning triumphantly to his domain and Tina was Tink, the brightest little ball of light in all the islands. Everything was alright again.
Except it suddenly all turned a little sour when Tink realised that the perfection wouldn’t last. More noisy little girls would be cluttering up her little kingdom (Peter was king, but Tink was a princess in her own right) and there just wasn’t enough time in the day to be annoyed about all of them. She turned angry, and screamed petulantly. She could just imagine them now! It was the Wendy Bird all over again! She stomped her delicate little feet in mid-air, knowing exactly how it would go: ooh Peter, show me the mermaids Peter, introduce me to the Indian princess!
She’d push them in the water, she decided. She’d pull their hair and pinch their faces and call the pirates and not tell them when tea time was and - running out of ideas, Tink crossed her arms and sulked in mid-air, cursing womankind in a stream of jangling bells.
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