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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 5, 2013 16:03:35 GMT -5
He wrapped his arms around her burying his face into her hair, he hated feeling like this... like he needed this. It had been so long since anyone had cared for him like this... in fact the list of people who actually had was relatively short.
"I think that might be the scariest part...." He whispered back," In the end what becomes of me.... it's only myself I have to blame, or rely on however you look at it... and I'm not sure I'm putting my fate in the best hands... or hand"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on May 6, 2013 8:13:26 GMT -5
Else pulled away slightly, smiling up at him. "If you feel that way... then you have to be heading in the right direction... or at least SOMEWHAT. I'd be much more worried if you believed you had everything figured out at this point... feeling contentment from chasing away metaphorical crocodiles. You are growing, Captain Jones..."
"CONTRARY to the laws of this godsforsaken island." She added with a laugh, trying to keep it light. She gave him a final squeeze before pulling away completely. "I truly believe that everything that has happened in this world recently has been born of providence... Celeste falling through the sky, catching your eye, and then our eventual meeting... I don't know what it means... but I'm glad I met you and can count you as a friend."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 6, 2013 9:09:54 GMT -5
"So am I, Love," Hook pulled her back a moment and kissed her forehead; whoever this Hans-husband if hers was, he was one lucky bastard.
He smiled and let her go,"So... From here on out all we have to worry about are our own insecurities?" He chuckled," well, for both our sakes I hope yours are less aggressive than mine"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on May 6, 2013 9:32:10 GMT -5
Else let out a little laugh. "Well... I've been fortunate enough to have faced and conquer most of my fears. Except for the curse... though aside from the mirror.. I don't know what the Island can produce that could be worse then what I already was subjected to..."
"Otherwise, we would have seen cannibal sorcerers, untameable ogres, corrupt monarchy, and feline assassins LONG AGO..." She looked up at his expression. "Don't ask, long story. Just... don't give a cat a pair of boots. EVER." She shook the thought away, knowing how odd that statement sounded. "As long as I'm grounded in reality, knowing that I have already faced them... I don't foresee a problem." She said lightly.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 6, 2013 11:32:36 GMT -5
Hook grinned at that, allowing her confidence to inspire his own some more, then continued to lead her down the river...
... It was hard to say how long they walked together. Much of the time was spent in pleasant conversation, but eventually Hook began to wonder how much longer they'd have till they reached camp. He was starting to wish he'd sent out a cartographer to at least observe the perimeter of the island, though he'd witnessed the wrath of the island so it was doubtful many men would return from such a quest.
The worst of it was that nothing seemed to look familiar. And while the sun was out their surroundings were getting darker and darker... And he could hear in the distance mournful cries for help.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on May 6, 2013 14:24:19 GMT -5
"We can't continue on for much longer... not after the... 'day'... we've had." She said to him. She looked over to see him listening. She closed her eyes, focusing. "We must be near Pan's hideout... those are the lost boys." She opened her eyes to look at Hook. "The Shadow offers them adventure and magic during the day, to content them... but at night..." She looked towards the direction of the noise. "I think they realize that life shouldn't be like that all the time. They miss their parents. I helped four escape... the rest wouldn't come... even knowing the darkness of night..."
Of course Hook wouldn't have noticed it till now... with the fitful nightmares he was known to have. And Celeste had her dram. Else had ASSUMED that they both were aware of it but didn't bother mentioning it.
"It's not a comforting sound to fall asleep to." She breathed, heart torn for those children, yet feeling helpless as of what to DO about it... if they wouldn't come... and if that SHADOW came at her again...
"Gods help them. Help them all."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 6, 2013 20:30:56 GMT -5
Hook furrowed his brow and looked down, he'd heard the screams hadn't he... he simply choose to ignore them out of apathy.
"I found one actually.... a lost boy, he had been drowning...." The Bae child, currently a cabin boy on his ship, and to be honest he'd not received the kindest of treatment," He won't talk about his family though.... it's strange... it's like he already knows who I am"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on May 7, 2013 6:44:33 GMT -5
Else didn't know what to think of that. Perhaps she was too tired. "Maybe I can..." She stifled a yawn. "...mmmm sorry... maybe I can help him find his home." The mournful crying really wasn't something pleasant to sleep to... but her body, as Hook's, had been through so much that day. Perhaps a little bit of rest was all they needed...
"Gods, I pray Celeste is waiting for us! An ENTIRE Neverland Day..."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 7, 2013 8:59:50 GMT -5
"We'll find her," Hook assured her," we have the gantlets she needs right?"
The events of the day were catching up on him,"She won't leave without is.... That being said, I think it'd be best if we found shelter...."
There was some secluded trees creating a small grove just out oft the riverbanks reach, he wandered over- making sure it was suitable then motioned for Else.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on May 7, 2013 13:08:11 GMT -5
Else followed his lead plopped down upon some pine needles that had fallen off of some of the trees. ALL of the aches were setting in. She wasn't sure that she'd be able to SLEEP between the far off crying and the fear of nightmares, but she could at least rest herself for some time.
"Nothing on this Island is going to move me from THIS SPOT until morning, Captain Jones..." She announced, face down in the ground, not really caring if he could actually make out what she had just said. She turned her head to the side to look up at him. He was collecting twigs for a fire. She sat up. "Oh... I don't think that's wise... this close to the hideout. The Shadow..." Hook was giving her a look.
"Alright... the Shadow obviously doesn't like light... but it's drawn towards it's activity as well. And it DOES NOT like adults. Though we may be more blind like this... I'd rather take my chances with the dark..."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 7, 2013 16:41:57 GMT -5
"Fine..." Hook shrugged and left the twigs on the ground, he walked over to Else and slid down beside her. Not to make any passes as he had done so many times, but now he just felt like he needed the closeness of another person, platonically even- though there would always be a part of him that would always desire her.
He pulled off his jacket again and placed it over her," You still need to keep warm"
Hook laid down beside her and closed his eyes, wanting to slip his arms around her but he let her sleep in peace.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on May 7, 2013 17:25:55 GMT -5
Else pulled the jacket around herself tightly and let him spoon her for warmth; nothing more. She finally starting drifting off, halfway between a deep sleep and lightly being awake. She heard a twig snap and she bolted up.
"Killian?" She asked, groggy, but he wasn't there. She looked around; the man was nowhere in sight. She wondered if she should panic... if something happened to him.
NO. Don't even THINK it. If you think it, you believe it, then it HAPPENS. Or at least on this cursed Island. "Killian?" She tried once more.
She could see a small fire light through the forest, deep within. She frowned. Did he make one DESPITE her warnings? She let the coat slide off of her and followed that light. "Killian?" she called, though quietly, not to disturb the Shadow.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 9, 2013 11:47:30 GMT -5
He hadn't been able to sleep, not while sober and with crying children sounding so close. Hook had gotten up and started through the brush.... He wasn't sure if he wanted to look for these children, or perhaps simply a quieter place to think. Either way he promised himself not to go far from Else- not with this 'shadow' hiding behind the trees.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on May 10, 2013 7:11:23 GMT -5
Else made her way towards the light until she stumbled into a clearing. She blinked.
The cottage before her was two stories high, with a thatched roof and attic area overhead. She knew that cottage inside and out... she had grown up in it after all. But... how could this BE... she was still... well... NOT in England...
But she could smell all the native trees of her homeland, how they smelled during a cool night. The grass beneath her was recognizably soft. She knew this wasn't possible... and yet the visage didn't disappear. She made her way to the cottage. Maybe... maybe Hook was INSIDE? Though she knew she was going inside whether he was or not.
The door was slightly ajar, casting the ray of light that she had followed. She went in.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on May 10, 2013 15:25:31 GMT -5
Had... that been his name? Someone was calling him? Else.... it had to be! Something was messing with his head, deluding his thinking to make him leave, and to not hear her voice right away.
He started back in the direction of camp, finding the kneaded down grass where they had been lying. She wasn't there. He swore under his breath and started looking for signs of her passage... he was not tracker but he had to try.
There was a small patch of grass that had been disturbed, he would try that first.
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