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“To live will be an awfully big adventure.”

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» MAIN THREAD
Beginning Setting:

• In the town of Skull Crescent
• Late spring/sometime early June
• Warm weather
• School is almost out, festival starts tomorrow (Friday)
• Afternoon

Upcoming Events:

• Founders Day Festival, a 3 day event celebrating when the town was founded
  • The festival has rides, games, events, petting zoos, and more!
  • Day 1: Olympic/sports events
  • Day 2: Scavenger hunt
  • Day 3: Relax, do whatever day
• Hook's birthday
• Beginning of Summer Bash, hosted by Arianna
• Weekend Camping Trip [June or July], on the edge of town

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codedbycrucialstar | hidden scrolls, hover over photo​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Natalie Dunning

Natalie Dunning stared at herself in the mirror in the most cliche of openings; a young woman stared back, a young, skinny woman with a lean almost ovular face and deep-set blue eyes amid a wathe of unruly black hair that cascaded down past her shoulders like wild waves. some would say that she was beautiful, then again hers was a convential beauty, others would be largely indifferent to her appearance, such as her bodd Kai, and many of the other more suave folk in town. And many more were put off by the scar across her eye. It was a horrendous thing, deep and jagged, sso deep that some of the more unruly kids say that they can see her actual muscles, that it almost disfigured her face and that she should have plastic surgery to remove it. She had considered it but plastic surgery would mean leaving town. And no matter how she thought or even an inkling of leaving town entered her brain, she always found that she was far more comfortable here, in Skull Cresent, away from the horrible cities of the world. Here, it was peaceful, with none of the general discord one could expect from cities. Espeacially now during this particular time but even the election of their "esteemed" president only stirred the pot a little. Sure, there were fights in the bar and there were tears, but nothing compared to the fiascio of the rest of the world. Natalie traced the scar across her eye feeling it sting a bit when touched. Phantom pains. A small reminder of the pain and anguish she had felt when her parents died all those years ago. But that was a while ago. She had since moved on.

She sighed at her reflection and left the bathroon, returning to her tedious job as a bar waitress.
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[WolfSol]

Elias "Eli" Edwards, the Human
It was days like today when everything in the world seemed wrong. Misplaced, mismatched, everything and anything as irrelevant as a blank journal. Everything felt foreign, as it often did, but more so today than any other day. Perhaps it was because school was nearing its end faster than he had anticipated. Perhaps it was because soon life would take on a whole different meaning and path. There would be freedom, yes, but the change would be as large and as endless as the sky overhead. It was both nerve wracking and exhilarating, and it made Elias feel off. It's all happening much too fast. Or at least, that's the excuse he likes to give. Honestly, he's just not ready. Even as he trudges out of the school counselor's office, through the door that's marked with a golden plaque that reads College Readiness in thick, black letters.

It's why, underneath the chime of the last bell of the school day, he made a beeline for the world outside. Thick warmth enveloped him, summer coating him in cicada hums and sunshine as soon as he opened the large, windowed doors. He was the first out, and he took no time at all to walk down the concrete path, past the line of school buses and fellow students' rides, toward the street. It was a walk fueled with a drive to seek an escape from both the feeling of alienation and the swarm of students that would be sure to spill out of the front doors of the school at any moment. He didn't want to be swept into that tidal wave of pointed shoulders and clunky backpacks, and he especially didn't want to feel even more lost in a sea of faces.

Along the street, through an intersection, and around the round-a-bout until his feet touched the first step of the library stairs. His gaze searched along the many windows that made the library's facade, a frown settling on his lips. The library was a safe-haven, a place for relaxation and escape, but today it seemed anything but a sanctuary.

 

[apolla]

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S T A T U S
Mood: beginning to get annoyed
Location: at the park
Currently: waiting for others

A R I A N N A​

Arianna, for one, was glad she hadn't signed up for summer classes this year.

Unlike some of her other classmates who had chosen that route, the preppy blonde was actually very socially active and just this year had started being active in the town events. Tomorrow would begin the 3 day Founders Festival, a huge town-wide celebration in which everyone came together to celebrate their town's birth. In past years, Arianna had just gone to the festival, but this year she'd be running multiple booths: a fashion/makeover booth (her own creation), a cheerleading booth (she cheered for her school), and a magazine subscription booth (fundraiser).

She didn't really know how she got roped into doing everything, but she didn't mind. They were things she enjoyed, after all, so why not share them with the world? Scoffing at her reflection, she spun away from the mirror, overall satisfied with her appearance. She'd put alot of effort into looking good, after all, she'd better be satisfied with it.

Since the festival didn't start until tomorrow, today would be mostly setting up and hanging out at the park, where the main booths would be set up. The park in itself was actually quite large, with a playground on one side, an open field in the middle, and outdoor seating areas on the other side. Some of the town businesses as well were having decent sales, though alot of the stores themselves would be closed and would have their own booth.

It was definitely a town affair.

After stepping into her heels and strapping them closed, she grabbed her over the shoulder purse and left her apartment, getting into her car and heading for the center of town. She saw that people were already there as she arrived, parking in the park's lot and getting out. Sliding her phone out of her bag, she quickly sent a text to her best friend, ending the note with a kissy emoji face and then locking the device.

"Hey, you still coming to the park today?"

Keeping her phone in her hands just in case he texted back quickly, she took a left when she reached the field to head for the seating area, where supplies and a few others were located. She really hoped Percy would come; she'd enlisted some help for her booth, but he was really the only true friend she had here.

Feeling her phone vibrate, she quickly unlocked it to check it, ignoring the stab of disappointment when she saw it was just the group chat going off, one of the guys saying he was gonna be late. Figures. Not bothering to text back, she shut her device off again with a soft huff.

Spoiler: Current Outfit

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M E N T I O N S
-Peter ( AnimeGenork )

coding by cychotic

 

[deer]

Orlaith Ruelle Ó Síodhacháin

"Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.”​

Daze. Daze. Faze. Maze. Daze.

Orlaith closed Once Upon a Treasure early to prepare for the Founders Day Festival, however, she couldn't help but aimlessly wander, not remembering exactly what it was she was doing. Had she forgotten something? It was on the tip of her tongue but what was it? There was a stir in the pit of her stomach - normal - maybe, she was craving some rum, but it wasn't time yet, or rather what she told herself. To resist from day-drinking, Orlaith made sure to finish her workload before allowing herself the reward of a nice drink. It was all in a day's work, really. A hum escaped her lips as she walked down the streets distracted as always with the gold charm bracelet on her wrist clinking together as she made her way towards Mermaid Lagoon.

Within moments, the smell of salt permeated through her nostrils as she stared ahead at water calling out to her. She wanted to sail but could not. Why? Orlaith didn't know. Something was missing, but what? Nevertheless, she didn't fret on it too long as she stood on her ship. With a deep breath, taking in the warmth of the sun against her skin, Orlaith listened to the crashing of the waters before her eyes wandered above. The sound of the seagulls and various birds caught her attention.

After a few moments, Orlaith knew she shouldn't take more time dilly-dallying and decided to make her way back into town, perhaps she'll have to go for a swim one day. It was almost the end of spring and Orlaith's mind wondered off once more: what unique flowers were hidden near Hangman's tree in the forest now that the rain should have cleared up?

Soon, getting back on track, Orlaith took out her notepad from her pocket, crossing out her to-do list. In the wee hours of the morning, Orlaith managed to finish selling goods with the merchant at the docks so fresh produce for the festival should be available for the festival. Check! Next on the list, Orlaith smiled, nodding at the written words: dust and clean up shop. Check!

There weren't many customers, but, it wasn't lonely as one would think. No, it wasn't, at all. She had two tenants living with her who definitely kept her on her toes and were great company: Natalie and her twin sister. Although Orlaith didn't require them to pay rent, taking them in after the tragic accident, it was more than enough to know that the girls had shelter and a place to return to. However, it was just like Natalie to persist, getting a job at the bar: being responsible for her own life and income. Orlaith was proud of her, but she just hoped the other female knew that she could rely on her despite the countless times Natalie ended up giving her a helping hand instead.

However, the shopkeeper was so into her thoughts, without looking, the female managed to trip over a hole in the streets, practically falling down against the sidewalk. With a big "oof", Orlaith groaned, as she felt the air get knocked out of her and her knees buckle from beneath her. Her ankle definitely hated her at this point. Clicking her tongue, Orlaith sighed as she heard hidden chuckles and snickers from the other side. Looking over, Orlaith noticed the young students. Did school just let out?

"Orla! Did you fall again?" Someone called out, extending her hand towards her.
Looking up, Orlaith squinted slightly before taking the woman's hand as she shook her head. "Oopsie."
With a sigh, the woman clicked her tongue, "Be careful, see you at the park!"

At those words, her neighbor waved her goodbye and walked ahead, getting a head start without her. Shaking her head, Orlaith wiped the dirt off her hand and attire before waving at the students, giving a reassuring smile. "The pavements are good to cross over! Tested it myself!" She called out towards them only for her to hear more laughter from them. Whether they were mocking her, pitied her, or genuinely believed she was funny, Orlaith didn't pay any mind but rather was just happy to hear them laugh. Laughing is medicine for the soul, after all.

Once the young students walked passed her, Orlaith made a mental note to head to the park quickly as she made sure she finished all she had to do. However, Orlaith paused for a moment, furrowing her brows as she noticed her list had ingredients on it. What was this for? Ingredients? But, the moment she pondered on those thoughts, Orlaith's head swerved to the side, noticing a flier on one of the shop's window. The Founder's Day Festival event information was on it but it also included other events such as election day.

A loud gasp escaped her lips as she mentally scolded herself. That's right! It was almost election day! Would he be elected again? Furrowing her brows, Orlaith didn't remember the last time she saw the man or rather mayor and only vaguely remembered him through talks in town and pictures. Regardless, Orlaith tapped her chin. Was it his birthday too? Or maybe it was someone else? Nevertheless, she was determined. It wasn't everyday that Skull Crescent had such an extravagant party, or rather, ones that were back-to-back! It was a perfect time and she knew exactly what the ingredients were on her list. Time to bake a cake!

mentions: Natalie [ PolikShadowbliss ] || with: N/A [ open ] || location: Skull Crescent's Main Street

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[A Little Cloud]

N I C O L A S
STATUS
Mood ~ Bored
Location ~ Skull Cresent Publishing
Currently ~ Waiting for an email to pop up

It wasn't that busy in the office during the summer. Nicolas had thought differently. He expected several different emails, each describing an exciting story. But there were no emails in sight. It wasn't like that last week. His inbox was crammed full of stuff last week that it took several hours to finish two articles. Nicolas reloaded the page on his computer. Still nothing. He sighed and sat back in his rolly-chair. He wasn't used to this.
Suddenly, the reason struck him. He groaned and smacked his face. Of course, he thought. It's Founder's Day. Everyone is busy. Nicolas had always gone to Founder's Day, but he had recently stopped going because of his job. Busy hands make big hearts, he thought. It pained him not going to Founder's Day, but he was always too busy. And his boss liked articles published every day. Not that there is anything to write about... He sat straight up. If he didn't release something by the end of the day, then he would be fired on the spot.
Write an article about Founder's Day. No, wait. The person before me already did that. Well, there's no harm in doing another one. Nicolas hopped off the spinny-chair, sending it flying into the wall, emitting a soft thump. He held his breath for one, two, three seconds. No angry man came out of the door, complaining of wasting time. Nicolas let out his breath and picked up his bag. Shoving his computer inside, a little photo fluttered out. He picked it up, examining it. There was a small boy, grinning happily, hugging a senior woman with her hair in a bun and a long black dress. Nicolas smiled slightly. Pick up flowers for Mrs. Cook. Don't worry; I haven't forgotten about you yet.
He put the picture into his coat pocket carefully and slung the bag over his shoulder. Nicolas turned back to the rolly chair and gave a small salute. "Farewell, beautiful chair. We shall meet again." As he turned to face the street, he saw a woman staring at him with one eyebrow arched. He suddenly realized what he just did, and looked to the ground, embarrassed. When Nicolas looked back up, she was gone. "Phew," he sighed. "Never doing that here ever again." He muttered, walking to the door. Nicolas opened it, and a quick blast of hot hair slammed into his face. Must increase the temperature in there. He shook his head. I'm going to freeze to death before anything.
The door closed with a loud slam.

Outfit of The Day ​

 

[Cosmo]

The town of Skull Crescent was one of hustle and bustle as people moved throughout the streets as last minute decorations and booths were put up for the festival, the warm light bathed the buildings in its glow and the onset of summer was approaching when it would start to get just a little too warm for comfort but it still had a certain feeling in the air one that beckoned the people of the town to get moving, to mow their lawns, to plan their outings and perhaps even a few family barbecues and if one were to listen really closely they could almost make out the furious clacking of keyboards and controllers as the children of the town dreamed of their free summer where they could get lost in indulging their passion for video games and never step a single toe out of their homes. Skull Crescent was special, it held mysterious and secrets for any that were brave, or more likely, stupid enough to look and was soon to see a spur of growth that would bring wealth and prestige, but most importantly, it was his town.

Mayor James B. Dutch, formally known as Captain James Hook, the feared scourge of the seven seas and the captain of the famed Jolly Roger, stared out over his town from the large window that dominated his rustic office within the city hall. His black eyes traced each building, stopped on every person that moved through the streets and took it all in as he often did. He didn't see a town, no, James saw his future. Land and title had always been out of his reach and, perhaps, just perhaps, he could have claimed both but to do so would have been to let him go and that was not a possibility, but now he had it all. His enemy was a broken wretch and a shadow of what he once was, the people of this town looked to him and the city council danced to his tune, a magical tune long weaved into the town's very being when the pact was struck. It was all his. He would grow this town, make it something truly special and then move on to larger and greater things as was always his destiny and perhaps it would fill the void that lay within his heart, the emptiness that had only seemed to grow with each passing day.

James turned from his window to look at the oak desk that looked so much like his desk upon the Jolly Roger that, for brief moments, he'd believe he was back there, the gentle rocking of the ship and smell of salt that soothed the anger that lay within. There was a few permits that still needed to be signed for tomorrow, but those could wait for a short while. Glass decanters upon the table drew his attention, filed with various spirits and it was the scotch that called to him. James made his way through his office and poured himself a small drink, something to sip on and fill the room with the pleasant scent that would linger in the air for the rest of the day. He moved around his office and let his fingers roam the surface of books and shelves as he enjoyed his moment of silence, his fingers tapped a slow pattern, a rhythm to a song he used to play on his piano and it made him wish his office was just a little larger so it could accommodate one and, perhaps, he would remedy that after he fixed the pot holes on Tin'ker Ave.

He came to a dead stop at the display case just behind his desk, in it lay a familiar flintlock pistol and cutlass, weapons he had not held nor used in a very long time, James had quickly discovered how superior modern firearms were and quite enjoyed them but even still he could not part with the two of them for they had been at his side for so long and that blade was the one that had been destined to bury itself in his heart so long ago. It was risky and stupid to keep them around least someone remember, but he was growing sentimental in his 'retirement'. James moved slowly as if in a daze as he unlocked the case and lifted the glass to run a ringer along the side of his pistol before gripping the hilt of his blade and pulling it out. The familiar weight, the way it contoured to his hand, it felt right. Once again, for a moment, just a moment, he was not the mayor of Skull Crescent but instead the dreaded pirate captain across the mast from his foe, the boy that flew as the boy mocked him to the amused giggles of the children watching, James moved the cutlass through the air, letting it sing through the air as he recalled the dance. The footwork, the movements, the melody of death that he used to be so adept at.

"Mr. Smee!" James called out to the office, as he held the cutlass pointed at the ground in a flourish, ready to give his command to his loyal second... as the seconds of silence rolled on, James looked to the door to see a man who was distinctly too tall and young to ever be a Mr. Smee and his senses return, "Sir?" the man asked, papers bundled in his arms.

"Apologies, Mr. Parker, are those for me?" James said, as if nothing had happened, he gestured to his desk, "If you would put them on my desk, Mr. Parker."

As his assistant did as he bid, James put his blade back into the case and hesitated, for just a moment, before closing the lid on it and locking away his past once again, after all, the past was in the past and the future was now.

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Natalie Dunning

It was during one of her breaks that Natalie had time to think finally. The day at the bar was not very busy at all, but it still stank of tedium, and ultimately boredom. She watched as everyone walked to and fro, getting ready for the Festival that was going to happen, people with free time on their hands, time that she didn't have. She could have easily have asked for a free day, considering that it was Founder's Day, but Kai, her boss needed the extra hands come this evening and she was obliged to stay with him. She won't leave her post unless specifically ordered to. She needed the money after all, for both Orlaith and her sister, Sarah, who hasn't come out of the house since her horrible accedent. A child was walking by and stared openly at her, his mouth agape, tugging at his mother's skirts as he pointed at the scar across her eye. The woman turned toward her, took one look at her and then turned to her child and said, "it's rude to point!" before they scurried off. She was used to that reaction right around now. Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket and she took it. She knew immediately who it was, and was not surprised to hear her own voice come from the other side, only slurred and clearly drunk.

"Finnally. Been think you would never pick up."

"What do you want Seraphine? I'm at work."

"You are always at work! Come home. I'm lonely!"

"I can't. Kai needs extra hands tonight."

"Please! Pretty please! Pretty pretty pretty please! Ya really need a break sis."

"And you need to get off your butt and get a job. It would be immensely helpful. Preferably before we grow old?"

"...... ya know why I can't do that."

"Yes I know. Anyway, my break is almost up."

"Wait but ...."

"Bye" And she hung up, rolling her eyes. Ever since their deaths, her sister has been going off the deep end and she feared she may stay that way forever. She sighed and headed back to work.

She really needed a break.

 

[Stardust Galaxy]

Danielle Blackburn​

location: Skull Crescent's Main Street | Outfit: Here with: deer | mentions: ​

A new beginning that's what Danielle was looking for and it wasn't because she hated living with her grandmother, in fact, the old lady was the only that loved and cared for Danielle as much as her parents did when they were still alive, so leaving her side to move away due to college broke the heart of both but they also knew it was the best for Danielle's future.

And she was more than ready for her new life as a college student finally she would be able to study journalism and continue with her passion for photography and from what she knew about the university was that she would be able to work on the local newspaper or at least that was what she was expecting.

But not every journey has a perfect ending and after getting lost twice she was expecting that he would make it to her destiny without any other problem but everything was going alright until she took a bad turn again and lead her to this town that she had never heard before and it didn't appear on the map that she brought with her, maybe it was time to start using technology rather than a map and she would know where she was.

And even if she was tired from driving all this time she still decided to explore the town a little bit, she grabbed her camera and started taking pictures of what seemed to be the main street, even if it wasn't a big and modern city something about the place seemed mesmerizing to Danielle she could even say that the place was almost magical.

After she stopped taking pictures of the buildings she decided to grab some lunch and then make her way into her destiny although Danielle felt that she didn't want to leave never.

She got inside her car and try to start the engine but it didn't move, she couldn't believe this was happening to her she needed to leave the town and get back to the highway and she didn't have enough money to pay to have her car fixed at that moment, she needed help and she needed at that moment, she was hoping that she would see a local soon and pray that the repair wouldn't be that expensive.

At that moment Danielle saw a girl and was thankful she didn't have to wait for that much to see someone, maybe she knew someone that could fix Danielle's car and probably a place with really cheap food "Excuse me, I got lost and I ended here and now my car doesn't want to start. Do you know a place where I could get it fixed?" She asked the unknown girl hoping that she would help her.

Definitely, the brand new beginning of Danielle was up to a rough start.

coding; allrightsreserved deer ​

 

[PolikShadowbliss]

Natalie Dunning

The thing about jobs is that most of time, you are actually expected to just get the job done, on your own. That was something Natalie Dunning had figured the first time she got a job. Once you got a job, you were a fully-functioning adult. So no one was at the bar and her shift wasn't over, she headed outside to stock the booth. She watched the people go to and fro, in the general festivities. A couple of rowdy teenagers made her frown, an inkling of something crossing her brainwaves that never got realized. They reminded her of something but she couldn't quite place it. Ah well, she needed to get her job done and quickly so she can go out and enjoy Founder's Day. Damnit, she really should have taken the day off.

She was stocking up the stalls when she caught sight of someone that immediately caused vile to swell up in her stomach. Arianna. She hadn't noticed her yet but the mere sight of her made her want to vomit. Something about that girl really made her stomach churn, and she was certain it wasn't just the nail polish she was wearing as that was something she despised about most girls. No, it was something else, something deeper. But she didn't know what and that's what made her so frustrated. At least her boy wasn't there with her, that Percy fellow or whatever his name was.

It was Mermaid Lagoon all over again. For some reason, she didn't like going to that place, even though it was a popular spot for many people here.

Mentions: apolla

 

[deer]

Orlaith Ruelle Ó Síodhacháin

"Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.”​

"Excuse me, I got lost and I ended here and now my car doesn't want to start. Do you know a place where I could get it fixed?"

The snow white-haired woman lifted up her head, blinking back a gasp before her lips curved into a wide smile. It was unexpected, thrilling, but even more so, Orlaith couldn't help but wonder if this was a sign of good fortune. Whatever the case was, Orlaith was just pleased to know that she could be a potential customer at Once Upon a Treasure!

"You got lost and your car doesn't want to work?" Orlaith questioned, tilting her head to the side, rhetorically asking her the same question before nodding. "I do know a place where you can find lost and found items but I wouldn't have thought I'd have to bring a human in as well." She remarked, looking at the new female before her, inspecting her up and down before laughing softly. Shaking her head, Orlaith grinned, waiting for the red haired female's reaction, pausing for a moment.

"I hope I didn't scare you away! It's not everyday newcomers are in these parts of town and I just had to tease you.” Another small laugh escaped from her lips. “Unfortunately, the mechanic shops are closed for a few days. It's almost Founder's Day!" She chirped before smiling once more.

Making her way forward, Orlaith signaled the young woman to follow her, "Follow me! In the meantime, why don't we get you settled somewhere in Skull Crescent? I promise we don't bite!" She giggled softly, amused at her own joke. "Are you hungry? The people of Skull Crescent should be heading at the park setting up for our festival, but, I'm sure some stores are still open for a late lunch or early dinner!"

However, pausing in her steps, Orlaith gasped loudly, swiftly turning towards the young female. "Oh! But wait! I have to make a cake. Oh no, it can’t be done so late."

Pacing back and forth, Orlaith furrowed her brows only to hit a one of the light poles, lost in her own thought. A small hiss escaped her lips before she rubbed her forehead before an idea popped into her head.

"Oh!" She loudly exclaimed before looking at her new-found companion. "Would you like to take a little detour? Since you've made your way here to Skull Crescent, maybe it's fate? Why don't you stay for the festivities! How good are your baking skills? Will you help me bake a cake and in return I'll cook supper? I have a spare room at my place and you can stay there until the shop opens up in a few days?” Orlaith asked softly, not stopping for a breath as she bombarded the girl with many questions. Orlaith hoped the female agreed to her suggestion. She was excited to see a new face, but, Orlaith couldn't help but felt the need to help the young woman.

"And before I forget, my name's Orlaith! Welcome to Skull Crescent!" She finished in afterthought.

with: Danielle [ Stardust Galaxy ] || location: Skull Crescent's Main Street​

codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll​

 

[A Little Cloud]

N I C O L A S
STATUS
Mood ~ Pleased
Location ~ Park
Currently ~ Walking around
The sound of birds chirping and trees whispering to each other filled the air. Occasionally a little bird hopped down from a tree in pursuit of some food but rushes back to the tree to avoid the danger of feet. Nicolas let the wind blow through his hair, relieving him of the hot air. He didn't prefer it, but he had to get out and about every once in a while. He looked around, watching everyone buzz with the excitement of Founder's Day. He did too, but he didn't have a way to help. Whatever. You're just here to find something to report on, I guess.
Nicolas looked around at the booths set up for the event and suddenly remembered that he needed flowers for Mrs. Cook. Oh god. I almost forgot... He quickened his pace and headed towards the flower booth. He breathed in the sweet aroma and picked out some peonies. Paying for the flowers, he clutched the bundle and headed to the orphanage.
He turned around the corner and found a small building squished between two bigger ones. Nicolas sighed. This is it. Wow, I haven't been here in a while...
He bit the inside of his cheek and walked to the door. He knocked loudly two times and waited. No one. Well, let's try again. Nicolas tried again, but the same result. No one. He raised an eyebrow but set down the flower bunch on the doorstep. "Well, ok..." He headed back to the park, a little disappointed.
Once he got back to the park, Nicolas sat down on a bench. He took out his laptop and started writing about the booths. He might've been an odd sight to see. The only person in the park not enjoying the booths or nature. But his fingers kept moving. And the paragraph got longer.​

 

[AnimeGenork]

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Percy Papillon

Peter Pan​

“FRIIIIIIIIIIIENNNNNNNNNNNDS!”

In Skull Crescent, the boy’s name was Percy Papillon, an ironically cutesy name that he’d been told at a young age (in the memories of some) meant “Percy the Butterfly.” However, the boy always forgot this nom de plume, as he was unerringly attached to his true name, Peter Pan, the name which many in his former place of residence would shout jubilantly or victoriously, depending on the situation. But those days had long since passed… and, in fact, that place was no more, as far as he was concerned.

At the moment, Peter (or, in this world, Percy) was avidly watching his favorite show on all of this weird planet of Earth—My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Seriously, had there ever been a greater show? Peter clutched his Rainbow Dash plush to his chest (she was his favorite) as he screamed along to the theme song. Thank goodness school was pretty much over—he could watch My Little Pony all he wanted now! Maybe he’d even convince Arianna to watch it with him!

Although… that wasn’t all that likely, knowing her. For some reason, Ari had the tendency to roll her eyes whenever he brought it up.

Peter’s grip on his plush pegasus loosened the slightest bit. He sighed. There was a microscopic part of his barely-there conscience that regretted taking away Ari—er, Tinkerbell’s—wings and pixie dust. Sometimes, he even yelped whenever he saw her human sized and hovering over his shoulder. He chalked it up to being jumpy whenever she commented on it, but it was still hard to get rid of the image of her as his fairy friend. That was, really, the only regret he had regarding how he’d brought everyone to Skull Crescent.

Oh, crap. Wait. Tink.

He flipped open his phone. Yup. He’d missed… a lot of messages. He was very late. Again. She was gonna kill him.

Dropping his Rainbow Dash, Peter turned off his TV and practically leaped out the door, backpack over his shoulder. Of course, he had someplace else to visit before he joined Ari in the park.

Peter hopped onto his skateboard and kicked off. It wasn’t as cool as flying, for sure, but it was better than walking around town. He skated down the street and through the town, searching for one building in particular… Ah! There it was! Now to sneak in through the back…

Finding the window he was looking for, Peter left his skateboard and backpack in a bush and smirked. This was going to be fun.

Stretching his fingers, he very slightly used what magic he had left to lift his feet off the ground. Since he was fairly tall in this human form, he only needed about a foot and a half of levitation before he could reach up to the sill of the window. Thankfully, it was open, so once he pulled himself up to the sill, it was a simple matter of swinging himself into the room. The man he’d come to see was distracted as it was, so by the time he turned around, Peter was sitting cross-legged on his desk, smirking the smirk that had once been enough for them to fight.

“Busy, aren’t you, Mr. Mayor?” he simpered, inspecting his fingernails for no particular reason. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s a big holiday coming up.” Looking up and meeting his former nemesis’s eyes, he smiled. “I hope you’re having fun, there, Hook ol’ boy. After all, if you think about it, we wouldn’t have this holiday if it weren’t for me. It’s so nice to be celebrated and have no one realize you’re the one they’re celebrating.”

Spotting the sword on the wall, Peter frowned. “You seriously kept that thing? Wow, you really do have a problem. Ever thought of letting go of that life? What is it all the girls are screaming these days? LET IT GOOOOOO! LET IT GOOOOO! CAN’T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE!” His eyebrows lowered over his eyes. “You know, when you think about it, that song could be about coming out of the closet.”

Peter leaned backward until he flipped off the desk. Standing up straight, he crossed his arms and grinned. “Anyway, I came by to wish you an early birthday, old friend. I’m sure the entire town will be out tomorrow to wish our illustrious mayor such a happy day of ‘birth.’ Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a fairy to go tend to. Have fun, Mr. Mayor.”

With that, Peter grabbed the top part of the window and slid out, using his magic to catch him before he landed on his butt, as he was wont to do if he wasn’t totally careful. Not that “careful” was in his vocabulary to begin with. Snatching his skateboard and backpack from the bush, he raced off down the street. Ari was definitely going to kill him now. Ah, well. You only live once!

Peter reached the park and flipped his skateboard into his hands. He’d be faster if he ran from this point forward. Taking off down the path, he gripped the strap of his backpack tightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted some guy sitting and attempting to write something, by the looks of it. Peter skidded to a stop and raised an eyebrow, inspecting the guy. This was too easy—Ari wouldn’t mind this detour.

Slithering up behind the guy, Peter spotted a bag and flicked his fingers, causing the guy’s wallet to slide out of a pocket, under the bench, and into his hand. Thanks, Mr. Writer. Turning back toward the path, Peter sprinted away, wallet safely pocketed.

Finally, finally, he reached Arianna. Hopefully she wasn’t too mad about his delay. Throwing an arm around her shoulders, Peter gave her one of his charming, debonair, please-forgive-dear-friend-I-swear-I-didn’t-mean-to-be-late smiles. “Ari! Light of my life! I’m afraid I was caught up in the splendor of learning about friendship to attend to my friend! Why, I believe that was a lesson somewhere in the show. Now please, give me something to do to make up for my friendship failure! It’s the least I can do, oh friend of mine!”

Location: Park | Scenario: I'm Late for a Very Important Date... Oops Wrong Universe | Tags: apolla A Little Cloud Cosmo​

Coding by AnimeGenork ​

warning: hidden scroll (click on bottom right corner to begin scroll)​

 

[A Little Cloud]

N I C O L A S
STATUS
Mood ~ Annoyed
Interacting with ~ Percy
Mentions ~ AnimeGenork
Nicolas kept writing, and only lifted up his head when he thought that someone called his name. Obviously, it was only his imagination. The paragraph was getting longer, and he'd reached two pages and a half already. But his boss would still yell at him. So, he decided to write a little more. Every time, he told himself, 'just a bit more'. Nicolas kept typing until his fingers cramped and yelled out in pain. Lifting his head up, and cracking his fingers, Nicolas watched as a teenage boy ran off in the opposite direction. From what he could see, it seemed to be a boy he used to know. Percy, right? He shook his head. Nicolas only remembered Percy from high school, and that was a looong time ago. He's probably just doing some prank that doesn't involve me.

But he was wrong.

Reaching for his bag, Nicolas put one hand in the first pocket and searched around. It wasn't there. What? His eyebrows furrowed, and he searched again. GREAT. He snapped his head up, now glaring at the boy who had ran behind the bench a couple of minutes ago. He slung the bag over his shoulder and walked over towards the boy and his friend. "Hi?" Once Nicolas got their attention, he smiled. "Sorry to bother you, but I think that one of you has something that belongs to me? I'd love to have it back." So far, he was being nice. Be a civilized person, not a yelling machine. I do hope this works...​