lpl wonder why you're here? lpl

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;width:380px;font-family:arial;]// neverland is often seen as a fairytale, something to give little kids hope in their lives. something similar like that. you bet they (maybe) have a court system, because all of this is ridiculous. okay, yes, Chara has a strange ordeal with wolves. they're nice if you get to know the and not shoot their family. and if you give them food, they like meat the best. they where nice friends.


    pushed by a mob onto a wooden stool and a noose hanging overhead, Chara stared at their fate other than the grim faces of her village. a witch, they said. killed the lambs, they said. for the wolves, they said. they got there on their own, they know wooden fences can't hold back beasts. but no, they don't listen to reason. and that's why Chara was standing on a stool, a preacher singing last prayers with her hands tied with coarse rope behind her back, and a noose being tighten around her neck.


    at least it would be better than stones. as the preacher dulled out the last words of the prayer, Chara shut her eyes, crossed her fingers, and dared not to cry.


    she didn't expect to open her eyes to a sharp blue sky, the feel of grass on her skin, and air still in her lungs. //


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    © COMET ✯
    #cometscodes

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    "Are you alright?" Peter asked, standing nearby. He knew that the Lost Boys were nearby, and he smiled to himself. He leapt down from the tree he was sitting in, walking over to her and standing nearby, peering down at her. "Who are you?"
    Chara should be lucky Peter was even talking to her, for he didn't usually help people. It was Chara's lucky day, in some ways. He wouldn't admit to Chara who he was, in fear she had been sent here by one of his enemies. But he didn't know how she had gotten here, for he didn't bring her here, and he knew none of the Lost Boys didn't.
    The male gazed down at her, stepping back and watching her warily, offering her a hand to pull her to her feet. He rubbed the back of his neck, biting his lip and waiting for her to introduce herself. He crossed his arms, fixing his cloak and narrowing his eyes. He didn't dare reach for the dagger in it's holster attached to his belt. Not yet.
    He would find out how this girl arrived here...


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    "Aaaam I dead?" was the first thing out of Chara's mouth. It's better to know if one is in the afterlife or not. It was of a small surprise that her hands were no longer in bindings, but there was red imprints on her skin. Reaching up to use Peter's hand as support to get up, Chara was once back on her feet. Minus the stool. A spool of rope trailed behind her, tied to her neck.
    "Anyway..." The girl spoke to herself with gritted teeth, "I believe that I'm Chara. Who are you?" Dusting herself off and checking herself for a pulse with a stern look on her face as her focus switched between herself and Peter. She would shake your hand but right now, she's too occupied with finding if death took her here, or that she blanked out for a majority of an odd ride.
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    "Quite the opposite." Peter muttered, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms as he gazed over at her. Her name was Chara, and there was a noose around her neck... She must have escaped right on time. But who had brought her? He hadn't, his shadow hadn't, and none of the Lost Boys had either. "Did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter." He cracked a smile, though it disappeared almost as soon as it appeared. "Peter Pan." He moved over to her, grabbing the noose and pulling it over her head, throwing it off to the side, out of view. He narrowed his eyes a bit, not knowing why she was here. He would take her back to the camp, let her stay there until he found out how she got here. "Believe it or not, you're in Neverland."



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    "Neverland? No wonder this place looks almost fictional," Chara circled around in place. "Kinda distorting if you think about it too much. In like, a second."
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