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Post by ZANCHA ALMASY on Oct 27, 2011 23:32:47 GMT -5
There seemed to be an issue with the young man today, aside from all the bull crap he had to deal with, from pirates, indians, and some unknown threat his instinct told him to be wary of. From one moment he stood a chance for a normal life, though he was a bit of a roughneck with a big mouth, it really didn't make much of a difference to him. He was here now, he had changed his name, and recognized neverland to be his home. Though homesickness loomed, how long had he been here? How long has he been sixteen? Eh he was thinking to much, he more often than not did that and was the sad truth, he had been missing what he could remember of home. He had to stand up and well, forget for another day, just forget everything and let go. He simply sat by near a pond located in the neverwood, and had begun to toss rocks.
This was a pass time of his, as he would call it, when he wasn't with the boys being courageous and facing off pirates from time to time. It was fun, but an extremely tedious lifestyle, constantly scavenging and dealing with everyone, what the hell man. Never growing up was supposed to be such a simple task. You were not going to worry about shit, you could fly, but pirates and every thing else just messed it all up. What the hell kind of circus was he in. "dammit, I'm thinking to much." he said and as soon as he stood and turned from the pond he had knocked into someone his momentum keeping him firm he reacted. "Oh shit are you okay!?"
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Post by COREY SHEA on Oct 28, 2011 0:14:12 GMT -5
She had been lollygagging in the treetops, balancing and walking from branch to branch, using her flight to make her lighter should the limb of the tree be more akin to a twig than a hearty reach to stand on. Sometimes one would snap while she was on it and she would tumble for a while, her stomach sickeningly jumping up into her brain from the sudden drop before pixie dust would kick in and she’d be safe and sound with nary a scratch or even broken body parts. It wasn’t long then, in her personal adventure that Corey would happen upon someone skipping rocks below. He was certainly not a pirate (or maybe it was a girl, she looked very boyish herself after all) and she didn’t think that he was one of the redskins – thought it was wholly possible she supposed for him to be one of the Indians.
As she landed, bare feet pressing into the soft ground with grass tickling her feet, she made the motion to walk forward towards him. Unlucky for her that he was turning around to walk toward her, this left the inevitable to happen, the two bodies collided! Well wasn’t that just dandy? “You said a bad word!” She gasped, not surprised or upset about being bumped into but certainly staggering backwards a step with a hand over her wide open mouth. Her brown eyes widened (if such a thing was even possible) as her ears were accosted with such horrible language, her boyish voice left her mouth before she could even register her own reaction too, she almost added that she was going to tell a den mother on him.
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Post by ZANCHA ALMASY on Oct 28, 2011 3:20:03 GMT -5
A boy!? girl!? Well it obviously didn't matter what the hell it was she or he was going to tell their den mother. That was no good, though Zancha was no normal lost boy and was well known for scrapping with the pirates he took a good look and he knew the den mother was a bit of a bitch and when he was told on he got it. He would avoid at all cost on pissing her off but some shit was just not easily avoided. Scratching his head his eyes, widened and he proceeded to immediately lift her or he off the ground. This was obviously the most perplexing moment of his life, it was structured like a girl though had the short hair of the guy. The shirt was kind of baggy to see any chest so he was pretty much in the dark between his awkward tendencies around women and his roughneck attitude around men. "Ughhh, uhmm." He was pretty frantic at this point, collecting himself he looked to, her he "I'm just gonna assume telling the den mother isn't all that great of an idea for me right."
He coughed slightly "I mean I fight pirates I make sure we stay safe and If I can't fight pirates because den mothers got me on punishment who can keep us safe ya know?" He was thinking pretty quick, almost like Parker. It was a little disgusting, then again where was that bastard today? Scratching his head he looked around, he couldn't keep himself composed for the moment he was worried, extremely worried. The den mother, he had never met her but from some other boys heard strange stories, she was an unspoken terror a myth in his mind. Especially for people who really didn't live by to many rules like Zancha did, which reminded him if he was to find out what this was before him an introduction was at hand "My name is Zancha, Almasy." He smiled helping it up.
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Post by COREY SHEA on Oct 28, 2011 3:42:21 GMT -5
“I fight them too!” Corey said indignantly, struggling a little awkwardly until replaced back on her feet. He would indeed find no squishy lumps on her chest, flat as a washboard as it was. Corey was a woman among men, and a very convincing boy no less. Short hair, low voice, no boobs, the only clue would be the lack of dangly bits between her legs. The only real clue anyway, her eyes were large and feminine, with a fair amount of lashes… but there were some very girly looking boys so no one could really be sure. “Besides none of them know where we live.”
She brushed her shirt down, making it a tad less awkward. The navy blue hung fairly loose on her, and the orange shorts fit alright around the waist, but were fairly straight legged instead of tight or baggy. When he stuck his hand out she looked at it curiously. “Zancha Almasee?” She repeated, as if he’d said his first and last names – she couldn’t be sure if these were both really his names or if maybe one was a nickname, but then she supposed that differentiation didn’t particularly matter all that much and shrugged offering her own hand in a rather loosey goosey shake. Handshakes were for adults. She would’ve rather fist bumped. “Corey Shea. You ought not to curse.” She even had a boy's name!
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Post by ZANCHA ALMASY on Nov 1, 2011 20:45:03 GMT -5
Rules, rules, more rules. They where all so serious about them, pirates, and lost children. What was the difference, pirates didn't have rules, he wondered what the truth of this world was. It seemed things happened often, here and there and back again. His mind was not something that raced often. Brushing it off "Eh well I apologize, you should know your den mother and I have a special arrangement." He was serious, he kind of acted on his own accord with some of the other special boys, that were well, older in appearance. He scratched his head and then coughed slightly "She cool with you venturing off like this, your kinda shrimpy." He said gesturing his hand making an example of how much taller he was than it. The fact that it was such an unassuming hand at gender which for most others had obvious differences.
It was mind bending for the most part he really lack an understanding on why the hell this would be such a task. "Less you wanna go for a walk towards, danger but the neverwoods aren't that much fun anymore." He let things slip often, he ventured far and off though, it did get boring here.
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Post by COREY SHEA on Nov 2, 2011 1:18:34 GMT -5
Corey pulled back her arm and unleashed a vicious punch to Zancha’s arm. “I’m not a shrimp!” She may have been short and skinny, but she packed a surprising amount of wallop in her punches. It was like this lost kid didn’t even know about den mothers. They just darned socks and clothes and made sure that the children were all in bed by a certain time. (If you stayed up too late you could get in trouble!) Huffing and wrinkling her nose at him she gave the lost boy a nasty glare. “And I don’t have a den mother, for your information! They aren’t something you just possess; they take care of everyone equally.” She nodded curtly, crossing her arms over her flat chest.
Then the boy started to walk off. “Hey! Wait up, where are you even going?” Was it pirates he was after? Either way she fell in step and tagged along with him, curious to know where exactly he was going.
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Post by ZANCHA ALMASY on Nov 2, 2011 10:03:55 GMT -5
At this point he was extremely confused on what to do, he was punched and though he was friends with the den mother, he really did not know of her duties. Slightly nudged by the punch his eyes were widened by shock, it wasn't a bad punch, though he didn't know whether to strike back or not. Depending on the gender he really couldn't guess, though he never really asked though it would be rude. "I ask her to let me do my thing I suppose, OK shrimp." Cory had gotten a new nickname now, whether he didn't know her gender or not it didn't matter it seemed like it was fitting. He continued walking as she would explain what the hell the den mother meant to her and the rest of the lost children, as for him he kind of did what he wanted and protected the lost children from harm as best he could.
He wasn't known for accepting compassion and he had a history with the mother, it was best he stayed away from her to avoid certain feelings. He continued further as shrimpy continued to follow him and proceeded to ask him of where he was going "To look for some of our lost, the den mother told me about some people venturing out into red skin territory....I don't know I just worry bout my 'friends'." He used the term loosely he considered them more comrades than friends, though he seemed to trouble himself all to often chasing after them. He sometimes wondered if he just had to leave and grow up. "I guess if ya wanted to come with I'd advise you to be careful, because we are going to get them back if they are captured. There is also a good chance of running into pirates." He was hoping this would scare her away though she had to much spunk. He continued to walk as if he wasn't even going to pay mind to an answer.
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Post by COREY SHEA on Nov 8, 2011 2:57:15 GMT -5
"I told you I've fought pirates before, I even have my own sword." As if to prove a point she pulled her rapier from her belt, showing the pleasant shine of a silver blade - it caused a glint of excitement in her eyes. She didn't mind fighting with the redskins, and she was always willing to fight a pirate or two. "Besides, if they're Piccaninny they won't care if we're in their territory. It's the Scorpions you have to worry about - they'll scalp you and eat you!" Okay, maybe not eat you, but they would definitely scalp you... unless they didn't do that naymore. "I'm not afraid of anything."
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