introduction post - 615 words ๐ฎaptain Hook was the most fearsome pirate in all of Neverland, leading his men with a mixture of fear and admiration, across tumultuous sea in search of his adversary Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. The duo had waged war against one another since time immemorial, all of Neverland's inhabitants were aware and while some never spoke it aloud every manner of creature and lifeform in Neverland had picked a side. Majority favored Peter Pan, all boyish charm and mischief, while Captain Hook had barely naught but his crew and a few mermaids or sirens who understood the wrath of the pirate. Naia was among the few who preferred to keep their own company, drifting in the sea with the currents that carried them in all manner of directions. Often times their paths crossed with both the pirates and the Lost Boys, and even the Fae or Indians on rare occasions. The traded shiny baubles and trinkets for newer shiny things to keep them interested, many venturing far beyond the horizons of Neverland to find what else their waters held. More often than not her interactions with the pirates were less than pleasant and it had in turn soured her idea of them.
Her sense of adventure and desire for thrills led her to much more trouble than she had bargained for, after finding herself struck into a deal which rendered her mute-- though not without a silver lining. The brunette mermaid had often dreamt aloud her dreams of walking Neverland's shores or being swept up in a throng of people in a distant land to explore what her tail couldn't give her. The, for lack of better word, sea witch who she had crossed with struck the deal and Naia had to find her way among humans with no ability to speak.
That had proven awfully difficult when she woke up, on board a strange ship with little memory of how she had gotten from the witch's cove to the ship in question and no way to explain herself. The crew and captain the ship belonged to she later found was to be the notorious pirate himself, Captain Hook, and even though he could have easily killed her or sent her on her way she was... accepted onto the Jolly Roger amongst the interesting collection of men who also inhabited the vessel. Her time there had not been easy-- the ship was often racked by storms in the evening, attacks from Pan during the day, prone to freezing when Pan left Neverland and the magic was swept up with him. Not to mention the pirate captain himself, whom she admitted she had a fondness for but only to a degree given her distaste for Hook's antics against children. Nevertheless her presence was somewhat accepted and growing more usual by the day; Smee even having been so kind to gift her a stack of paper, albeit slightly waterlogged, and a short, waxy feather and ink so she could better communicate with them.
That morning in particular was nothing strange, Pan had returned at some point in the night and the waters had thawed from their frozen state but the young boy seemed to be in a mood. Inexplicably entwined, Pan's emotions immediately effected Neverland and they were set about by another outrageous storm. Winds knocked at the masts and sails, sending anything not tied down flying about only to be lost at sea or taken to shore by the heavy winds. Many flocked to below deck or any safe haven they could find aboard the Jolly Roger, Naia included, who kept herself tucked away in the captain's personal quarters, where she was often sequestered to.
standard post - 508 words โWhat the fuck.โ The force at which she hurdled forward was brought to an abrupt halt by the large muscular arm clothes pinning her from exiting the vehicle through the truck's windshield. It gave her whiplash, neck muscles aching and head was already starting to drum with pain. Henley was forced to look in his direction by the weight and grip of his fingers, green eyes narrowed at him but ultimately subject to listen to his words. It made sense and when he put it that way it made even more sense to the point she couldnโt even argue against it because itโs literally what she did. And that made her so angry because she knew he was right and she didnโt want him to be. She wanted her freedom.
The rumbling of the vehicle was loud but not as loud as the silence that filled the space between them for a few heartbeats after he made his case. The brunette turned her attention away from him and back to surveying the scenery around them; the dust cloud kicked up by his band of thugs driving off and leaving them in the middle of the desert wastes. There was nothing for miles, she knew that well enough, surely sheโd die if he ditched her now, if no one, or no creature, found her first. Sheโd been getting around well enough for the last year or so but her luck had just run out. Her boot connected with the dashboard, kicking it to expel some of the anger she had been holding in. Nearly curling into herself, Henley shut her eyes tight and a loud yell tore at her throat, screaming until her throat was raw.
Work for him. Do his bidding, be the pawn in his game. The sneaking little thief to add to his collection of things. She couldnโt deny the swell of pride that flooded her chest when he commented on her ability, even if the circumstances werenโt to her liking. And she hated it. โFine.โ She sighed her life, her freedom away, because she had no choice. She had to survive. Even now, she only grit her teeth when his meaty hand encased her thigh, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball, already missing her bed, her space, her home. Eyes looking out the window again, she ignored him for another few moments, debating on giving him a fake name but nothing came to her immediately.
โHenley.โ It had been a long time since sheโd told anyone her name, her full name, that she barely remembered it all. โHenley Hale.โ Outside of her father and an associate or two, Henley didnโt talk to many people and tried to make it a point not to meet anyone new. She stayed secluded and ran solo, her only interactions were with information brokers and vendors who she could sell her stolen wares to. She didnโt much care for this man, this Buck fellow and she wasnโt looking forward to doing his bidding from now on.
introduction post - 630 words Evelyn considered herself lucky that she was able to get into a good college, her first choice at that, on such a good scholarship right out of high school. There wasn't a need for her to take a break like many of her friends and schoolmates had, not when she already had her career laid out ahead of her. Like she'd always been told she was destined for, Evie devoted all of her time to studying and expanding her pool of knowledge in order to be successful. From a young age her parents had commented on and impressed upon her that her grades and knowledge were the only importance. AP classes in high school, extra curriculars that would impress any employer, band club, debate, tutoring-- anything that would give her any kind of edge, the brunette was enrolled in.
That's how it had always been, even now in her senior year of college. With all her studying and extra side activities it left little room for her to explore any kind of personal interests-- not that she really even knew what her personal interests were. She enjoyed reading a good book, liked to binge watch some reruns of shows on her phone in what little downtime she had. Outside of that, her life was consumed with schoolwork and intent focus on having a good future. Her parents were proud, what more could she want? Friends, maybe. Her lack of a "real college experience" didn't afford many friendships outside of those in what clubs she participated in, but the few she'd gained and retained over the years tried to break her out of that thick shell time and time again.
She fit easily into the stereotype of a college student who spent more time buried in books and assignments than on the world around them, as always pointed out by other stereotypical clique's; like the pretty popular girls who liked to giggle and whisper when they didn't think anyone else noticed. Or the sporty jock-types and popular, attractive men who flaunted their good looks and partied harder than her parents in the sixties had. There was one in particular who got on her nerves more than any of the others-- Benjamin. Stupid Benjamin and his stupid, handsome face-- he always, always without fail ticked her off, even now as she white-knuckled the book she was nose-deep in at the library. His snide comments and popular-boy attitude had rubbed her the wrong way one time and ever since then they had been at one another's throat when they weren't avoiding one another like the plague. She couldn't stand guys like him and for whatever reason, he seemed to have it out for her specifically. Granted, she did throw jabs at him as much as he sent them her way but, still! And now to make matters worse, she shared a class with him-- after four years of no class-interactions, they were saddled together.
Even the thought of it made her fume so the brunette tried her best to read, making sure all her details were correct for the paper she was nearly ready to submit. Of course she didn't get far, not with someone loudly slamming their belongings on the table so close to her. Evelyn jumped in her seat and the book hit the table, eyes narrowed behind her glasses at the perpetrator of her sweet silence. Of course it was Benjamin, as bitter as always. Demanding her book-- ugh, his attitude was the worst, she couldn't stand it. "No, actually, I think I'll hog it indefinitely." She tried to ignore him by resuming her reading but she thought he might make that endeavor impossible. "If you wanted a good grade should have planned ahead better."
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