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entrancelogs2014-03-31 02:42 pm
boyhood) wrote in entrancelogs2014-03-31 02:42 pm
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just don't deny it and deal with it
Who: Mostly Mirror!Peter Pan (lovelythoughts) with a helping of Peter Pan (boyhood) killing his scrawny ass and Rumplestiltskin (undealt) feeling conflicted about it.
Where: Real side.
When: Murder throwdown late on March 30th, but if you're looking for the Mirror he'll be around from the 28-30th.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Peter's Mirror is having a grand ol' time until Peter checks "get a replacement shadow" off his to-do list.
The Story:
(OOC: So last night Peter may or may not have murdered himself to steal his Mirror's shadow! Whoops! There is a closed portion outlining this, but to save space if anyone would like to visit with his Mirror on the Real side for the course of the event, I've put up an open portion as well! Replies will come fromlovelythoughts.)
I. open action;
From Friday to Sunday, residents and visitors to Wonderland alike are far more likely to find Peter Pan's Mirror scampering about on the Real side than the original.
As the days pass with no sighting of Pan, the Mirror--Malcolm, he'll announce proudly to anyone who asks--gets bolder, quickly growing comfortable walking the halls. He's a cowardly kind in many ways, but in other ways too strong-headed for his own good. Those are his weaknesses... and one day, when he changes his name, and his appearance, and even the very way he speaks, they'll be strengths.
But for now, there's just the present. Things to do, people to see, excitement to be had. When not in the company of one Rumplestiltskin, Malcolm is keen to set off on his own, exploring further and further out from the mansion, enjoying the colors, the life.
There's danger, too. A hard lesson to learn, but one Peter Pan is willing to teach to anyone abusing his name.]
II. closed action;
[Peter's tempted, oh so tempted, to make this hurt. He's feeling prickly in a way he hasn't in years, and although it's the back of his own neck he grabs out of the blue late Sunday night and the struggles of his own body he subdues, this is not him and it doesn't hurt him to be cruel here.
He could send his little self on a chase, make him run for safety. He could make him scream, too, maybe even cry for his own son's protection. Doing the kind of magic he's prepared to do can be absolutely painful if one wants it to be--if one reaches inside a person's body and fails to get a good grip on what they're seeking.
In the end, he thinks the surprise will be his greatest gift of all, not the terror he could instill by chasing someone through the mansion like Tom on his butchering spree.
The act is over and done with quickly, and when he has a dead mirror image of himself lying at his feet, whole and uninjured, missing nothing aside from the shadow it should cast on the floor, he can't resist making sure Rumple knows this is partly his fault for trying to relive the past when he--he--had rammed that dagger in between Peter's shoulders and kissed the past goodbye. He takes the body straight to Rumple's room where he knows it'll be found, with himself standing over it. Had it happened here? He's not telling. He's not explaining the how, just the why, and the why is written in his eyes, in the dark, displeased shadows there.
His Mirror should have left Rumple well enough alone, and vice versa.]
I thought you'd appreciate seeing it, Rumple. What you struggled so hard to achieve. How about it? Does seeing my dead body make you feel better? Is that hole inside you filled yet?
[He doesn't care to give Rumple another chance for fond farewells. When all is said and done, he leaves with himself in tow, crossing back onto the Mirror side he's been exploring for most of the time people have been distracted by the party.
He has a shadow back--his own shadow, in a manner of speaking, so far just as good as the original--and that's a victory, but there's always more to do, more to test out. He stores the body away on the eight floor and prepares himself to wait. If death is impermanent here, who can what happens with a Mirror creation in its Mirror home.]
lovelythoughts) with a helping of Peter Pan (boyhood) killing his scrawny ass and Rumplestiltskin (undealt) feeling conflicted about it.Where: Real side.
When: Murder throwdown late on March 30th, but if you're looking for the Mirror he'll be around from the 28-30th.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Peter's Mirror is having a grand ol' time until Peter checks "get a replacement shadow" off his to-do list.
The Story:
(OOC: So last night Peter may or may not have murdered himself to steal his Mirror's shadow! Whoops! There is a closed portion outlining this, but to save space if anyone would like to visit with his Mirror on the Real side for the course of the event, I've put up an open portion as well! Replies will come from
lovelythoughts.)I. open action;
From Friday to Sunday, residents and visitors to Wonderland alike are far more likely to find Peter Pan's Mirror scampering about on the Real side than the original.
As the days pass with no sighting of Pan, the Mirror--Malcolm, he'll announce proudly to anyone who asks--gets bolder, quickly growing comfortable walking the halls. He's a cowardly kind in many ways, but in other ways too strong-headed for his own good. Those are his weaknesses... and one day, when he changes his name, and his appearance, and even the very way he speaks, they'll be strengths.
But for now, there's just the present. Things to do, people to see, excitement to be had. When not in the company of one Rumplestiltskin, Malcolm is keen to set off on his own, exploring further and further out from the mansion, enjoying the colors, the life.
There's danger, too. A hard lesson to learn, but one Peter Pan is willing to teach to anyone abusing his name.]
II. closed action;
[Peter's tempted, oh so tempted, to make this hurt. He's feeling prickly in a way he hasn't in years, and although it's the back of his own neck he grabs out of the blue late Sunday night and the struggles of his own body he subdues, this is not him and it doesn't hurt him to be cruel here.
He could send his little self on a chase, make him run for safety. He could make him scream, too, maybe even cry for his own son's protection. Doing the kind of magic he's prepared to do can be absolutely painful if one wants it to be--if one reaches inside a person's body and fails to get a good grip on what they're seeking.
In the end, he thinks the surprise will be his greatest gift of all, not the terror he could instill by chasing someone through the mansion like Tom on his butchering spree.
The act is over and done with quickly, and when he has a dead mirror image of himself lying at his feet, whole and uninjured, missing nothing aside from the shadow it should cast on the floor, he can't resist making sure Rumple knows this is partly his fault for trying to relive the past when he--he--had rammed that dagger in between Peter's shoulders and kissed the past goodbye. He takes the body straight to Rumple's room where he knows it'll be found, with himself standing over it. Had it happened here? He's not telling. He's not explaining the how, just the why, and the why is written in his eyes, in the dark, displeased shadows there.
His Mirror should have left Rumple well enough alone, and vice versa.]
I thought you'd appreciate seeing it, Rumple. What you struggled so hard to achieve. How about it? Does seeing my dead body make you feel better? Is that hole inside you filled yet?
[He doesn't care to give Rumple another chance for fond farewells. When all is said and done, he leaves with himself in tow, crossing back onto the Mirror side he's been exploring for most of the time people have been distracted by the party.
He has a shadow back--his own shadow, in a manner of speaking, so far just as good as the original--and that's a victory, but there's always more to do, more to test out. He stores the body away on the eight floor and prepares himself to wait. If death is impermanent here, who can what happens with a Mirror creation in its Mirror home.]