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Post by wendy m.a. darling on Dec 24, 2008 21:44:05 GMT -5
So come with me
where dreams are born
and time is never planned.
Just think of happy things
and your heart will fly on wings
forever, in Never Never Land!
__ Wendy Moira Angela Darling stepped into the Entrance Hall of St. Gregory's Academy and took a deep breath. She wore a navy blue skirt with a satin cream color blouse tucked into it. A small blue vest hung open loosely as her red hair fell around her shoulders as she knelt down quickly as she rubbed her new mary-janes.
She stood up and ran her hand through her hair. She tucked her arms around her and her blue eyes darted around the room. She was told that the administration was here and she needed to get class schedule. If she was going to stay here, she was going to try to be responsible. Her nose wiggled slowly, if only Peter was here... at least he would help her be less nervous.
She cringed slightly as she heard the whispers surrounding her. At least something was the same, the kids were rude to the new kids...
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 25, 2008 16:45:49 GMT -5
Michael licked his lips. Fresh meat.
From his corner in the hall he’d been watching her with hungry eyes and his hands shoved deep into cocaine-laced pockets of his oversized orange and purple plaid peacoat. Where anyone would find such a monstrosity was beyond most people, but it seemed to suit him and his untamed, and unkempt red hair.
Lanky limbs snaked underneath the coat as he slithered his way to the child. “Well hello, marm. You look a little lost, isn’t that so? His voice was sleek and almost dream-like as he coiled his way around to the girl’s front. A shaky hand removed itself from a pocket and pushed back his bushy hair. The other was clutching the small camera inside the pocket. She was wearing a dress after all. “I’d be the one to help you, marm. What is it you’d be lookin for?”
The new ones were always the easiest to befriend. They only had half a mind. The other half was panicked and scared.
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Post by wendy m.a. darling on Dec 25, 2008 23:26:59 GMT -5
So come with me
where dreams are born
and time is never planned.
Just think of happy things
and your heart will fly on wings
forever, in Never Never Land!
__ Wendy wasn't expecting anyone to talk to her... at least not without her saying something first. Her blue eyes shot up towards the boy who suddenly talked her. She swallowed slightly, giving him a once over. He was certainly not a type a person she was use to. Her father would instantly stick his nose up at him but Wendy could never be that rude. A small, uneasy smile appeared on her face, "Yes, only a little." She replied.
She smooth out her skirt and ran her hand quickly through her hair. "Um, I am looking for the administration office." She added as she cleared her throat. A small blush appeared on her face as others started to stare. "If you could be so kind and point me in the right direction..."
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Post by tresmagnifique on Dec 26, 2008 15:39:58 GMT -5
His hands plucked at the collar of his coat, flipping it up with his thumbs in an act of self importance. “Well,” Michael sniffed, looking down his nose at her, “Not meaning to brag, marm, but it’s a very lucky thing I came you’re way. I’ll not only point you in the direction, I shall take you there myself!”
“Shall we? It’s just down the hall, I promise you.” The boy’s arm made a hook for her to hold on to, quite prepared to lead the way. It was all apart of the master plan. A trust needed to be built before he could move in. “So what would be your name anyhow? Mine would be Michael.” He continued to speak with long elaborate hand gestures and strode in a most peculiar fashion as he led her towards the main office. What was most peculiar was the facial tick. It was made apparent when his hair was out of his eyes. His lower eyelid would squint and his eyebrows would twitch. If he hadn’t made an impression with his “kindness”, Michael’s queer appearance certainly would.
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Post by wendy m.a. darling on Dec 26, 2008 15:57:36 GMT -5
So come with me
where dreams are born
and time is never planned.
Just think of happy things
and your heart will fly on wings
forever, in Never Never Land!
__ Wendy was slightly caught off guard when he hooked his arm around hers. But she quickly recovered like the proper young lady that she was. Her mother would be so proud. If John or Michael were here, they would snicker at the sight of the boy who took it into his power to lead her into the right direction. Her blue eyes fluttered when he asked for her name. "Oh, how rude of me. I'm Wendy Moira Angela Darling. But most just call me Wendy. It's a pleasure to make you acquaintance, Michael. One of my younger brother's is name Michael." She replied giving him a polite smile.
Her gaze drifted down, just make sure that everything was in its proper place. She would hate for anything to make her seem... improper. Her father would have a field day. "Since you seem to know where you are going... Have you been at this school for long? How do you like it? It seems rather... cold here. Not that it bothers me.... It just seems... to be different from where I was last." She started to babble, to hide her nerves. But she was right, St. Gregory's couldn't compare to Never Neverland on any scale. Deep down, Wendy wished that Peter would appear with Tink and find a way to help her get home...
As her thoughts seem to have taken her away from the present date and time, Wendy quickly turned her gaze and her attention back to Michael. He was certainly a loud sort of fellow. Quite entertaining to say the least.
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