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Peter Pan (nevergrewup) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-12-09 15:04:00

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peter pan, sophia peletier

Who: Peter Pan and Sophia Peletier
Where: Someone's open window.
When: Friday late afternoon.
What: It's an open window. What else is Peter going to do?
Status: In Progress

Peter hated being inside. He couldn't stay in the mansion with Molly for more than a few hours without feeling an overwhelming need to get out from between the four walls. And he kept being chased away from the park ever since they'd found his homemade treehouse. Right now he was strolling down a road with very little idea where he was going, and in all honesty that fact didn't really bother him. It was more exciting when you didn't know where you were going, and this place was so boring anything was a bonus. He didn't think he'd ever been anywhere so dull and stuffed full of really thick adults. People just moaned all the time, about stuff that really didn't matter.

Peter was just kicking a loose pebble along the pavement when he noticed something. A light on, and a window ever so slightly ajar. The fair-haired boy hesitated, then his natural curiousity overtook him and Peter pushed expertly off the earth. He flew quickly through the freezing December air, his cheeks flushing with the cold, and landed a moment later on his toes on the ledge just outside the window frame.

Balanced like an acrobat, Peter peered in through the pane of glass, looking for any sign of life in the room. It appeared to be empty, and he really should have gone, but before Peter knew it he was using nimble fingers to ease the window open properly and slipping inside. He just wanted to look, was all...

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soyounginherway
2011-12-09 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Although Sophia had started going to school at Xavier's, she still preferred to stay with Daryl in the apartments. It wasn't that she didn't like the people at the school; they were all really nice to her and the classes were interesting. However Sophia was, by a combination of nature and design, a very introverted young girl who had a hard time making friends and didn't react well to change without people she knew and trusted around her to help with the transition. So, while she was willing to take a shot at this new school and try to meet new people, she wasn't ready to give up the familiarity of Daryl and the place they were staying.

Besides. Even though he was a grown-up, there were certain things Daryl just didn't do all that well. Like straightening up the house or washing clothes. Being raised the way she'd been raised, Sophia took to those particular chores like a duck to water. It was hard not to when your dad had beaten - both mentally and physically - into you from a young age that that was what women were good for and no self-respecting Southern girl dared step out of line by making a man wash his own clothes or clean up his own mess.

She didn't mind doing it, though. She felt like she was doing her part, this way, and tended to feel better after they were done. In fact, it was normally after she had finished the dishes from supper that night and was finally slipping off to her room for a bit of light reading or playing with her dolls, that Sophia was at her happiest. This time was no different. Stepping inside her bedroom, the girl had a light smile on her face as she shut the door behind her and turned to face the room while trying to decide what to do next.

Which is when she noticed a young boy standing there. A boy that she was sure she'd seen before, over the network, but who she was pretty sure did not belong in her bedroom. Eyes wide, Sophia clamped a hand over her own mouth to keep from crying out and causing Daryl to rush into the room with his crossbow drawn. A second seemed to stretch out into an eternity before she finally felt she had enough control over herself to pull her hand away.

Then, in a soft whisper and with only a slight trembling in her tone, she questioned, "W-What are you doing here?" There wasn't any anger to be heard, or even that much fear. More curiosity mixed with a tinge of worry that he was going to wind up getting himself, or her, killed by being there in the first place.

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nevergrewup
2011-12-09 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Peter had stepped sharply back towards the open window as the door open, his hand flying behind his back to curl around the handle of his knife, slipped into the waistband of his trousers. But it wasn't an adult who stepped into the room, hand flying to their mouth at the sight of him, but a girl. Around his age, and one he was sure he'd spoken to on the network-thing. Peter slowly unclenched his fingers from around the blade, drawing his empty hand back to his side as they stared at each other.

"You left the window open," he repled, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. Peter had never had any reason to be shy. He'd had plenty of reason to be afraid in his twelve years, but even that had never made much of a dent in the boy's armour. He cocked his head in her direction, eyes narrowing before he sniffed and wiped at his nose with his sleeve. "I wasn't going to do anything," he finally informed the girl a little scornfully. "I just wanted a look."

After all, fun things happened when you came in through open windows. He's learnt that ages ago.

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soyounginherway
2011-12-09 05:02 pm UTC (link)

Sophia studied him for a second or two, head tilting slightly to the side as though trying to decide what she should do. In all of her twelve years alive, she had never been taught how to handle a boy sneaking in through her bedroom window. She did know, though, that if Daryl were to hear them that things would probably get ugly pretty fast. Which meant she should probably insist that the boy - Peter, that was his name, she finally remembered - leave.

However at his insistence that he wasn't going to do anything, she felt a slight pang of guilt and re-thought her stance. Sure, it probably wasn't good that he was here. Sure, it might turn out awful for everybody, especially him. But she hadn't meant to hurt his feelings and she was loathe to hiss at him to go, to shoo him away as though he was some sort of nuisance, with that impression of her being all he had to go on.

Tentatively she took a step forward. It wasn't much, just an inch or two, but for the girl who had suffered so much terrible abuse at the hands of her father and who tended to jump at her own shadow because of it, it spoke volumes. Another slight shuffle forward, then another, until she was almost to the middle of her room.

"I didn't think you were going to do anything bad," she assured him, voice soft and purposefully devoid of the wariness that she was still feeling. "I'm just not used to folks climbing through my window, is all. It startled me. I'm sorry." The apology was spoken without her even realizing it.

A quick glance behind her, as though ensuring that Daryl wasn't silently standing there with a crossbow trained on the two of them, and she looked back to Peter. "You're Peter, right?" she ventured. "I'm Sophia." Another slight tilt of her head and she asked curiously, "How'd you get up here, anyway?"

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nevergrewup
2011-12-09 05:51 pm UTC (link)

She was shy, Pan realised with a jolt somewhere between amusement and surprise. Who was shy in their own room? He didn't feel shy, and he was the one who'd broken in. Although he was pretty sure it didn't count when the window was already open... And why was she apologising to him? Peter shook his thatch of fair hair from his eyes and frowned across at her, a crease appearing across his young brow.

"Hi," he greeted her once she'd introduced herself. Then the boy shrugged. "I flew up." He gave her a slightly cheeky grin, then lifted both feet off the floor so he was sat cross-legged in mid-air. His eye level hadn't lifted or dropped an inch, but there was a good bit of space suddenly between him and the carpet. Pan drummed his fingers against his knee for a second, then glanced towards the doorway she'd just looked to. "Who're you worried about?"

He wasn't stupid, after all, even if he'd never been to school or had a real lesson in his life. Peter had been alive for long enough to pick up enough experiences, and he guessed she was worried about someone coming in and finding him in here.

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soyounginherway
2011-12-12 04:38 am UTC (link)

Although Sophia had seen many strange and amazing things since arriving in the city, she still managed to be surprised every single time something else came along. It was anyone's guess whether it was due to her humble upbringing, or the fact that the strangest thing in her reality was the dead getting up and walking around and trying to hurt you - which was in no way amazing at all - or because she simply wasn't the sort who ever grew accustomed to the various types of magic that presented itself around her. Whatever the reason, her eyes still widened and a smile spread across her face at the sight of him rising up into the air as though that was a perfectly natural thing for a boy to do.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that she'd heard of a boy named Peter who could fly but she couldn't, for the life of her, figure out where she'd heard it before. Not that it mattered, really. Even if she'd somehow recognized him in some capacity, she wasn't the type to point that out. And the thought that maybe she did know who he was didn't stay very firm in her mind at the sight of him in the air, besides.

Too preoccupied with the wonder of what she was witnessing, Sophia covered the distance between them with none of her typical hesitation. "How are you doing that?" she whispered, clearly awestruck as she walked slowly around him before coming to stand directly in front of him once more. Her wide-eyed wonder faded ever so slightly at the reminder that Daryl was just in the other room but even that wasn't enough to fully ruin the moment.

"Daryl," she finally admitted. "He's the man I stay with. I know him, from back home. He's real nice but..." She gnawed anxiously on her lip for a second or two. "I don't much think he'll like a boy bein' in my room and I'm worried he might come in and try to shoot you if he hears us talking."

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nevergrewup
2011-12-12 10:17 am UTC (link)

Peter shrugged. In all honesty he’d been flying for so long he didn’t even think about it any more. It came as naturally as breathing or walking. Of course, the rest of his gang couldn’t fly without Tinks’ help, so it wasn’t like he assumed everyone could do it. But they never looked so surprised. Peter grinned widely in response to Sophia’s own smile, feeling a little bit pleased with himself.

“Starstuff,” he explained, flipping neatly upsidedown and beaming at her from his reversed position. “Makes you fly if you think about good stuff. My friend Tink, back at home, if she was here she could give you some and then you could do it too.” He flipped the right way up, suddenly hit with a wave of homesickness that made him drop several inches, his toes skimming the carpet. Peter sighed and landed, glancing towards the door as she spoke about the man who was looking after her.

“S’okay,” he said. “Grown ups shoot at me all the time. Canons, mostly. Anyway,” he pulled a bit of a face. “Why’d he care about a boy coming in? There’s nothing that exciting in here, is there?” He looked around, half expecting to see a sword or a fire or something he and the Lost boys would have made trouble with. But there was nothing. It was just a bedroom, this kind Peter had seen thousands of before,

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