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Post by PETER PAN on Aug 3, 2012 0:26:39 GMT -5
Tink! Tinkerbell! Where was she?! There was no way she'd go that hard in hide-and-seek. Peter couldn't find her anywhere, and after basically turning Neverland upside down for her, he was convinced that she wasn't there. He had to go find her, but where could he even look?? He didn't really care. Flying as fast as he could manage on the remainder of his pixie dust and his less-than-happy thoughts, he flew out of Neverland and headed for the first place he could find, which happened to be Russia. Something was wrong, because there was snow everywhere. Peter had barely ever seen snow, and here it was, falling from the sky and covering the ground like a blanket.
It didn't take long for the young boy to lose his body heat, along with his tolerance for the cold. Tink! At this point, his voice was worn from yelling, and shaky as his lips began to resemble a shade of purple. Why is-s it..s-so..coldd.. he thought to himself, deciding he'd have to look for Tinkerbell in better weather. At that point, his efforts were pointless, but he wasn't getting that. All he could think of was finding her, even if she was one small person in a huge world. However hopeless, thinking of a warmer place gave him new vigor, so he began to fly away in the direction he had come. Unfortunately, he hadn't really expected the flying part to be a problem. Just as he turned around, he fell to the ground, landing in a pile of fluffy white snow. P-pixie d-dusst.. He needed it to fly. Now he really had a problem. The young boy stood up and took a few steps only to fall back down into the snow, right outside an unfamiliar building. He felt that his strength was failing him, too much so to stop the snow from what seemed to be burying him alive.
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Post by ANASTASIA on Aug 3, 2012 13:35:41 GMT -5
”But Miss Anya! I don’t wanna go to bed!” cried the little boy in Anya’s arms as she made her way down the hall to one of the many rooms that the children lived in. He twisted and squirmed in her arms as he tried to escape and run down the hall again, just as he had a few moments ago.
“Oh, no you don’t!” said Anya, catching the little boy in mid air, just as he leapt out of her arms. She vaguely remembered doing the same kind of thing to her governess when she was little (before the grand ball) so she knew just where the little boy was coming from. All the same, though, she knew that if he didn’t get any sleep that night, he would be so cranky the next day.
“We all have to do things we don’t want to, you know,” she said, pushing the door open and quickly moving inside before the little boy had the chance to jump out of her arms and run down the hall. The child finally gave up when Anya dropped him onto his bed. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said before tucking him into bed, ruffling his hair and kissing him on the forehead.
She made her usual rounds about the orphanage, making sure that all of the children were in their beds and at least pretending to sleep. With a sigh, she shut the last bedroom door and headed downstairs to make sure everything was in order before she retired to bed herself. She headed to the front door to check outside, as people tended to have a habit of dropping babies on her front step with no warning whatsoever. She did not see any babies, but she did see a form in the snow, not that far away from the front porch.
After grabbing her coat from the rack just by the door, she headed out into the snow and soon realized that it was a small boy. As fast as she could, she pulled him into her arms and headed inside. She carefully put her hand to his face and found that he was scarily cold. Thinking quickly, she went into the living room and placed him in front of the fire. She sped to the closet and grabbed some pillows and thick blankets.
After hurrying back to the young boy, she put the pillows under his head and wrapped him up in all of the blankets she brought out. |
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