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Who: Wendy and Nathaniel. Wendy and Frank. Wendy and Stan. Wendy and YOU?
Where: Arqa. Tiziah. Open
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG-13? Warning for Stan in his underwear, just saying
Summary: Wendy has more guts than skills. Open to anything but starters within.
The Story:

Wendy woke up in a strange room, in a strange place, with a strange feeling. Nothing around her looks familiar, the sounds that seem just beyond hearing are upsetting to say the least, and she is really wishing for even a faulty flashlight if this is going to turn into some kind of horror movie. Instead she has on cozy and at least not embarrassing pajamas, and her crossbow beside her.

Sadly she has about three bolts to her name.

It isn't long before she realizes she's facing monsters. It's her first really horrific event and she is determined not to end up a casualty of it. She isn't going to die, dammit.

Working to find things to adapt as more bolts, she spends much of her time moving as quietly as she can, finding hiding places as she finds herself moved from one level to another, a hard look on her face and eyes narrowed.

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Every sense she'd had drilled into her since she was little in preparation for living off the land was on high alert. Back to the wall, her crossbow and remaining bolt - and a couple of hastily made ones that might likely snap - but she's trying. Trying not to die. Anything but that.

Which is why she's torn in that moment.

From somewhere down the hall she can hear a voice calling for help. There's a timbre to the voice that makes her think of pain, and someone desperate to catch their breath.

Yet she's run into her dad already in this place, and children, and she's torn between the girl she is who would help people... and staying right where she is and not dying!

Nature and nurture win out in the long run, and she tilts away from the wall, peering down into the darkness to try and see the person. Her fluffy footed pjs are quiet on the floor as she slowly begins edging her way towards the voice. Letting her feet slide rather than picking them up, her crossbow at the ready, and her eyes narrowed. Waiting, watching.

And finally spying the edge of a head moving from the shadows.

"Not a human!"

Which is her new determinant between helping and getting the hell out of there. Sorry any in Wonderland that aren't human.

Turning on heel, one foot slips out from underneath her and she tumbles down.

"Stupid footie pajamas! I'm sleeping in flannel from now on!"

Scrambling to her feet, she spares a glance back, realizing the creature is coming for her.

"Stupid event! Whose world is this even?!?!"

Most of the cries for help Frank's been tracking have been bullshit--he'd crouched, low down, and seen huge...things, misshapen and lumpy, and not a single person in sight.

But that? That wasn't a cry for help, that wasn't one of the pitiful 'Help me! I'm so afraid!' he'd tracked up here.

That was...Redhead.

God fucking dammit.

He's got the leg of a chair--or something. He didn't look too close when he'd grabbed it and tore it off the crushed furniture, and he lunges out, roaring, as the thing makes its move for the girl, swinging the heavy improvised club at the bastard's kneecaps.

"Go!"

Panic coursed through her, heart racing so hard she can feel it pounding in her ears.

She's wily, but it is definitely faster. And there's something, someone, up ahead and a small voice in her head warns her. Whispering that it's another one of them and they're just herding her the way they want her.

Gripping the crossbow, prepared to use it for a club if she has to, hearing a voice. Not that weird kind that had gotten her this far, but one she knew.

Not having time for release as she darts past him, skittering down the hall as she grabs the corner and using the momentum to slam herself against the wall, hidden out of sight before ducking her head and looking back, praying Frank's okay.

For the record, kneecapping the bastard slowed it down...for a minute. It also really pissed the thing off.

Still, it was enough for him to get moving, the thing staggering in pursuit. At least it was roaring, not trying to look like or sound like someone else.

Small comfort, right?

He's not a great fan of running away, so he was moving backwards in stages, making sure the thing had its eyes on him. He catches Wendy's gaze as he backs past her hiding spot, and he points, behind the creature. He'll take this on--she should go back the way they'd come. That was a plan. Not a great one, but a plan.

Wonderland hasn't always been easy, but this is the worst she's gone through since coming here. People spoke of monsters. She suspects Gravity Falls has them on this level. Believing that and seeing it isn't ever the same thing.

She follows that pointing, brows both lifting. Maybe it's challenging him in just leaving him to deal with it. Maybe it's that he's telling her to run back past what might be a body. Hard to tell. Least she's not telling him I told you so.

Instead Wendy is standing perfectly still, nails practically digging into the wall but barely moving. Barely even taking a breath.

True, at least she's not telling him I told you so. She's also not running back to safety.

Right. When they get out of this mess, she's going to get a block of instruction on military hand signals. First, though, he has to get her out of here.

"Open to some ideas, Redhead," he says, keeping his gaze carefully away from where she was hiding, and locked on the creature's face.

"I'm not leaving you here to die," she hisses, keeping her voice as low as she can. "I warned you about it, I'm not letting it happen to you. I can't do that again."

Not again. She can't do that again. One person already died for her, she's not letting Frank be the next one!

"We both get the he... the hell out of here, or neither of us." She doesn't curse, it's the nature of ~~being a Disney character~~ being raised the way she was. Now though she will! "You can't ask me to do that."

Her voice barely cracks, but she shakes her head hard. A bit to emphasis her point, a bit to get rid of the tears.

She holds up the crossbow where he can see it. "I've got one left." Arching her brow, making a throwing gesture. "An eye shot?" Might get them both out of there. Maybe.

He wants to argue about that with her, but, now is not really time, as the creature has moved from snuffling after him to taking razor-edged swipes in his direction. But he shoots her a look that says 'we're going to talk about that later, young lady'. He might not have been the father of a teenager, but he had been a dad. He has a few dad moves.

"Not asking YOU to do anything other than not fucking die." He has no problem bringing the high-rated language--let him handle that department.

Talking to her distracts him a bit, and a claw catches him off side, flinging him to the ground. "Now!" If she's got a weapon, this would be a great time to use it.

Wendy knows after this she is going to learn everything she can. Swords. Guns. Rifles. Freaking rocket launchers if the closet will give her one. Anything to not end up like this again.

She's a Corduroy, daughter of Manly Dan. She was never meant to be a damsel in distress, and she is NOT going to keep getting people killed.

Making a face back at him, hissing her words as low as she can. "I'm not having someone else die in my arms." He dies, she does. She isn't being that person. What would be the point of being near people if she keeps getting them killed?

She doesn't hesitate. She's not trained for all this place throws at them, but this? She knows. Especially when that anger wells up within her. Dammit, she's not getting someone else killed!

Bracing it against her shoulder, she takes aim, a deep breath, pulling the trigger in the exhale and sending the bolt right for one beady eye.

"Me fucking neither!" He sounds a little distracted, trying to fight off a slavering mouth. So, don't get any ideas about dying in his arms. He's vetoing that idea right off the fucking table.

The thing howls as the shot hits home, piercing the thing's eye, and Frank's just not going to think too hard about the warm gross liquid splashing on him. He's just going to roll to one side, get to his feet while the thing's distracted, and grab Wendy by one sleeve, hauling her with him.

"Any idea how to get out of here?" Because it is time to LEAVE.

"Well good! I don't plan on dying here!"

Which most probably didn't, but Wendy had every idea in her head that it was never going to happen.

"Okay, ew," she says, wincing because survival skills or not, she's still a fifteen year old and that is both gross and cool at the same time.

"Actually, yeah," she says suddenly, running along after him. "Up there, turn left. I saw a light there. I was heading that way when it found me!"

Glancing back, making a sound as she sees it moving. "And it's not staying down for long," she hollers, not caring if it hears her. They can make it. She hopes. "That way!"

It's agreed then. No dying. "Going to hold you do that." In other words, don't die on him, because that would really piss him off.

He doesn't waste too much more time chatting, pushing her ahead of him. If the thing's going to catch one of them, it's not going to be her. "Keep going. Don't look back."

"Good. I plan to do the same," she says, glancing up at him, still clutching the crossbow though she's out of bolts. It can work as a club if she needs it to.

"Cause that's easy when someone says that," she mutters, not that she isn't heading at a fast clip towards the glow that she hopes is still there.

"Oh, you wanted the easy level? You picked the wrong ride, Redhead." Welcome to Frank's Inappropriate Comedic Timing. But hey, if he's still talking, he's not being mauled, so there's a plus, right?

"I didn't pick any of this," she points out, looking back over her shoulder because she can't help herself. Swallowing hard at what she saw, her step quickening as she hurried for the flow she could see around the next corner.

"Blaming the headless one next time she's around." Not that she was likely behind this either but still.

"I think I got more'n enough people to blame." But Wendy isn't one of them. "But I'm going to blame myself if I don't get your ass out of here in one piece." So, get hustlin. He's going to turn, picking up a piece of rock, and throw it behind him, like a softball. Won't do anything other than buy a few seconds. Maybe that would be all they'd need.

"And none of them show up," she mutters, rolling her eyes. It's been something that's bugged her since the day she arrived in Wonderland. Even if most days, the days that aren't like this, she doesn't seen entirely much difference between here and home. Except the lack of her family that she desperately missed.

Running now, skidding around the corner and seeing a bright blue light at the end of the hall.

"I really don't trust this," she says, even heading straight for it. Not trusting it doesn't make it the only option at this point.

He looks over his shoulder as she speaks, and sees the blue light. "Too timely to be true, you think?" He thinks so. "Got anything we could pull down in its path?"

"No. I think... I think we're supposed to be here. Because it tried to stop me coming here," she admits, even with the nervousness she feels. "But... we just don't know where it goes. Might be back to the mansion."

It might be worse. They just have no way to know.

"I'm willing to try."

"If it doesn't want us here, that's where we probably want to be." Because fuck these things and whatever they want. "Good. Go. I'm right behind you." As is the damn dog thing, who keeps snarling and snapping at him. But running backwards is hard, even for a trained professional, so he trips going backwards, and his only hope is that he doesn't land ON Wendy.

She had to trust that, sprinting as hard as she could for the lights. Behind her she can hear Frank's boots, the breathing of the creature. It only makes her run faster.

It's that burst that might guarantee he doesn't land on her. Instead hitting into her, sending her sprawling into the bright light, uncertain if he's behind her or will be able to catch up.

"Frank!"

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