Gotta urge to crow!

[[This musical is going to be the death of me :x

[[Okay so two things

[[For the next 2 weeks I’m going to be fairly slow at responding, and seldom online. I’m the Prince in my school’s production of Cinderella, and our show’s the 8th-10th. Got my work cut out for me.

[[Second. If you are from sp00nful rp, go follow faithxtrustxdust instead. This is the account for idrp, that’s a side blog I made for sp00nful. So yeah. Gogogo.

@Peter

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(ooc: I kinda assumed you’re ok with rping but if you’re not just tell me)

Giselle opened the doors to the little balcony outside Robert’s apartment. Potted houseplants grew in the corner, and below all the sounds of New York City chorused, something she had gotten used to over the weeks. She sighed and rested her hand on her cheek, her mind beginning to wander off. The night air was chilly and few stars shone beyond the glow of the city. Giselle gazed at them, wondering where Edward could possibly be. Perhaps he was on an adventure. She wished maybe sometime she could go far away from New York, just for a little while, and have an adventure of her own.

Suddenly, someone tapped her on her shoulder, but when she spun around neither Robert nor Morgan was standing there.

[[I’m always down for rping :D

“Hiya there!” Peter smiled at the girl. “The door over there…” He motioned over his shoulder, “was open… so I kinda just… let myself in.” Peter flew out to the edge of the balcony, rooting his feet on the railing. He looked down at the streets. Fast, sporty cars lined bumper to bumper, all honking down the street. And surrounding them, in every direction, were ginormous buildings, all completely flat at the top, and none of them were architecturally deviant. He then followed Giselle’s gaze up to the stars. “Somethings tells me that I’m not in London. Right?”

Peter let his feet slip out from under him, and sat down on the rail. “These buildings are all so big and it’s so noisy ….  I wonder why Wendy would send me here.” Noticing that he had lost his train of thought for a moment, he snapped back into and turned to Giselle. “I forgot to ask, do you know Wendy? Or where she might be?” Taking note of her expression, he continued with, “Oh, and my name’s Peter, by the way.” He held out his hand.

@Peter Pan.

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Adam chuckled at being questioned at being a prince because he wasn’t wearing his crown. “I don’t like wearing it. It can be quite annoying but…” He made his way to the closet in the room and searched the back of it to see a small pillow with a glistening crown sitting on top of it. It was the traditional crowns that was thick and quite heavy as he took it out and showed it to the boy. “See that’s my crown.” The prince arched a brow at what he was trying to say and then laughed when he was trying to mean fiancé. “Fiancé means soon to be wife. Her name is Belle and is probably surrounded by books in the library.” His friend were unfortunately furniture now and he knew the child wouldn’t understand and just smiled at the question. Beast however growled in Adam’s mind at how the kid decided to give him a hard time. “No, I was turned into a beast and they were turned into furnitures that can talk.”

The boy’s eyes glimmered. He snatched up the crown, and immediately dawned it. He smiled at his new headgear. “So… you were… turned INTO a beast, you say.” Now, Peter was gallivanting around the room, walking as royally as possibly, pretending to be a Prince. “That seams to be peasant problems.” He snapped out of it, his old self returning. “And you say FeeyoncayBelle is surrounded by books?! Well, that doesn’t sound good! We should go rescue her!” He started rushing towards the door.

If Adam’s mother was around she would have screamed at the top of her lungs to see a random boy with the family crown. Yet, truthfully he could care less about it and just let Peter take it. He even chuckled at the boy as he paraded around the room as an ‘assumed’ prince would. “Yep. Too bad you couldn’t see me as a human prince,” he stated, shaking his head. At the next statement made the prince laughed, nodding his head before shrugging. “As you say, Prince.” He bowed down to Peter as if he was a loyal subject however immediately straightened out when he spoke of rescuing Belle? She was busy reading her books and he didn’t want anyone bothering her so he immediately intercepted the kid at the door and shook his head. “Not a good idea. She is reading and I don’t want to bother her. If you want we can talk to the furnitures,” he suggested, smiling.

“But I thought she was in dange…” He paused, and straightened up. “Now then, I am the prince around here!” Peter pointed at his crown. “That means, what I say goes! So if I want to go to the library and rescue Miss feeyoncaybelle, then we go to the library!” He stared at the Beast, and pointed out into the hall. Several moments later, he continued on, “But… Prince’s also reserve the right to change their mind, obviously. So I say, and this idea was completely and originally mine, we shall go talk to the furniture!” He pointed out into the hallway once more. “Ten hut, soldier!”

(I and Belle are adopting you, kay? :3)

Adam didn’t want to make a big deal over this but he really didn’t want to bug his fiancé who was into the most wonderfulest story as she would put it. When Peter pointed out into the hallway he stayed and frowned over at the boy before taking a step. However, soon he heard his next statement and grinned as he stepped out into the corridor and bowed, extending a furry arm out so the kid could follow him. The beast was frustrated at how the prince went along with the bratty child and rolled his eyes, knowing he would not be able to deal with children of his own now. “I hope you like them. They are pretty nice,” he said as they entered the kitchen. Everything there looked normal until he started calling out and everything came to live. A tea pot, a clock, a candle, a tea cup, everything. “Say hi to our guest and prince Peter Pan,” he said, chuckling as everyone cheerfully greeted him.

[[lol ok :3

Peter strode into the kitchen with full dignity, hiding the fact that he was amazed and overwhelmed by all of the sights. He marched up to the set of china. “I hereby deem you the… royal… coachmen.” He continued on to the silver wear. “You all will be the royal guard.” He pretended to knight the closest fork. “And you, sire, are CAPTAIN of the guard. Captain Fork.” He wheeled around to face the stove. “Hmm… well.. you can be…. the royal chef! No… wait… that’s too obvious. We’d have to keep you in disguise… I mean, if our country’s enemies saw a stove, it’d be pretty obvious that he was our chef. You’ll be the royal chef, BUT…” He ripped up part of the rug, and stuck it to the stove’s nose. “You’ll have a moustache.” Peter turned back to the beast, finally finished. “And you, Mr Beastpersonthingy, you will be my royal adviser. What shall our first order of business be?”

@Peter Pan.

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Typical answer from a child. Beast didn’t like it one bit and wanted to reply with a rude comment however Adam just smiled and shook his head. With his giant paw, he gestured at how Peter was floating in the air before he landed. “I meant how you are flying and well, I’m not really an animal. I was a prince that got turned into a beast,” he explained. He chuckled at how the boy called him weird and shrugged because he couldn’t argue with that statement. Everything about this was weird. His eyes watched the orange haired kid, carefully as he strolled around the master bedroom staring at stuff and grinned. “Thank you. Well, my fiancé is in the library and the others must be downstairs in one of the rooms.” At the question, Adam wondered why a magical flying boy was all alone without even knowing where he was. “A castle in France. What’s your name, huh?” he asked, arching a thick brow.

“Psh, a prince? Princes have crowns, silly.” He was still enthralled with the various knick-knacks scattered about the room. As he bent down to pick up a fallen table lamp, his head snapped back to the prince. “Wait… Feeyoncay? Who is feeyoncay? I didn’t see anyone else in this castle… And I even looked through the window downstairs. There weren’t no ‘others’ down there. Just a lot of furniture!” He flew up to the best, just inches away from his face. “Say… you didn’t eat em all, did you?”

Adam chuckled at being questioned at being a prince because he wasn’t wearing his crown. “I don’t like wearing it. It can be quite annoying but…” He made his way to the closet in the room and searched the back of it to see a small pillow with a glistening crown sitting on top of it. It was the traditional crowns that was thick and quite heavy as he took it out and showed it to the boy. “See that’s my crown.” The prince arched a brow at what he was trying to say and then laughed when he was trying to mean fiancé. “Fiancé means soon to be wife. Her name is Belle and is probably surrounded by books in the library.” His friend were unfortunately furniture now and he knew the child wouldn’t understand and just smiled at the question. Beast however growled in Adam’s mind at how the kid decided to give him a hard time. “No, I was turned into a beast and they were turned into furnitures that can talk.”

The boy’s eyes glimmered. He snatched up the crown, and immediately dawned it. He smiled at his new headgear. “So… you were… turned INTO a beast, you say.” Now, Peter was gallivanting around the room, walking as royally as possibly, pretending to be a Prince. “That seams to be peasant problems.” He snapped out of it, his old self returning. “And you say FeeyoncayBelle is surrounded by books?! Well, that doesn’t sound good! We should go rescue her!” He started rushing towards the door.

If Adam’s mother was around she would have screamed at the top of her lungs to see a random boy with the family crown. Yet, truthfully he could care less about it and just let Peter take it. He even chuckled at the boy as he paraded around the room as an ‘assumed’ prince would. “Yep. Too bad you couldn’t see me as a human prince,” he stated, shaking his head. At the next statement made the prince laughed, nodding his head before shrugging. “As you say, Prince.” He bowed down to Peter as if he was a loyal subject however immediately straightened out when he spoke of rescuing Belle? She was busy reading her books and he didn’t want anyone bothering her so he immediately intercepted the kid at the door and shook his head. “Not a good idea. She is reading and I don’t want to bother her. If you want we can talk to the furnitures,” he suggested, smiling.

“But I thought she was in dange…” He paused, and straightened up. “Now then, I am the prince around here!” Peter pointed at his crown. “That means, what I say goes! So if I want to go to the library and rescue Miss feeyoncaybelle, then we go to the library!” He stared at the Beast, and pointed out into the hall. Several moments later, he continued on, “But… Prince’s also reserve the right to change their mind, obviously. So I say, and this idea was completely and originally mine, we shall go talk to the furniture!” He pointed out into the hallway once more. “Ten hut, soldier!”

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“Hello.” Mulan smiled, “I’m Mulan.”

“Oh… Um… Hi Moo-lawn.” Peter emphasized the separate parts of her name, trying to pronounce it. He stared at her for a moment, and then looked around. Last thing he remembered, he was flying to…

“I’ve never been to London. I don’t think it close to China.” Mulan smiled as the young boy blabbered on. “A clock? Called Big Ben?” Mulan was very confused, “it sounds interesting.” Although she could not get her head around the clock. “Who are you looking for? I may be able to help.”

“Well maybe you can! You’re a girl… so you’ve gotta know Wendy, right? She’s a girl too.”

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The light suddenly disappeared and he shrugged his huge shoulders not really caring anymore. His blue eyes glanced down at the ground before he looked back up to see a boy, floating outside of his window. Adam’s jaw went slack as he wondered how that was possible before opening the window open and staring at the orange haired kid. “How are you doing that?” he asked, arching a brow in wonder. In his huge beast form, he took a few steps back to allow the boy to enter inside if he wanted to and shook his head at the wonder. Beast didn’t like how there was a random, flying child in his castle yet he didn’t make any force in fighting for his body just yet. “My name is Adam. Um, what’s your?” The prince was sort of stuck on what to say though he should be used to weird things like this.

“How am I doing what?” he questioned, still staring at the Beast. “I should ask; how are YOU doing that.” He pointed to the beasts face. “That is, talking. You’re an animal aren’t ya? Animals don’t talk…” He flew in and landed on the floor, not taking his eyes off of the beast. “And why’re you wearin clothes… You know you’re pretty weird.”

He looked around the room, taking in all the sights. “But I will admit, you have a nice place here.” He started to wander around on foot. “So… where’s everyone? And more importantly… where’s we?”

Typical answer from a child. Beast didn’t like it one bit and wanted to reply with a rude comment however Adam just smiled and shook his head. With his giant paw, he gestured at how Peter was floating in the air before he landed. “I meant how you are flying and well, I’m not really an animal. I was a prince that got turned into a beast,” he explained. He chuckled at how the boy called him weird and shrugged because he couldn’t argue with that statement. Everything about this was weird. His eyes watched the orange haired kid, carefully as he strolled around the master bedroom staring at stuff and grinned. “Thank you. Well, my fiancé is in the library and the others must be downstairs in one of the rooms.” At the question, Adam wondered why a magical flying boy was all alone without even knowing where he was. “A castle in France. What’s your name, huh?” he asked, arching a thick brow.

“Psh, a prince? Princes have crowns, silly.” He was still enthralled with the various knick-knacks scattered about the room. As he bent down to pick up a fallen table lamp, his head snapped back to the prince. “Wait… Feeyoncay? Who is feeyoncay? I didn’t see anyone else in this castle… And I even looked through the window downstairs. There weren’t no ‘others’ down there. Just a lot of furniture!” He flew up to the best, just inches away from his face. “Say… you didn’t eat em all, did you?”

Adam chuckled at being questioned at being a prince because he wasn’t wearing his crown. “I don’t like wearing it. It can be quite annoying but…” He made his way to the closet in the room and searched the back of it to see a small pillow with a glistening crown sitting on top of it. It was the traditional crowns that was thick and quite heavy as he took it out and showed it to the boy. “See that’s my crown.” The prince arched a brow at what he was trying to say and then laughed when he was trying to mean fiancé. “Fiancé means soon to be wife. Her name is Belle and is probably surrounded by books in the library.” His friend were unfortunately furniture now and he knew the child wouldn’t understand and just smiled at the question. Beast however growled in Adam’s mind at how the kid decided to give him a hard time. “No, I was turned into a beast and they were turned into furnitures that can talk.”

The boy’s eyes glimmered. He snatched up the crown, and immediately dawned it. He smiled at his new headgear. “So… you were… turned INTO a beast, you say.” Now, Peter was gallivanting around the room, walking as royally as possibly, pretending to be a Prince. “That seams to be peasant problems.” He snapped out of it, his old self returning. “And you say FeeyoncayBelle is surrounded by books?! Well, that doesn’t sound good! We should go rescue her!” He started rushing towards the door.