Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
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Participating Characters:Jane Porter, Peter Pan Forum Location: The Jungle Time of Day: Late Morning Weather: Sunny and Clear Thread Location: Jane's Camp Premise: Peter stumbles upon the camp in much need of help!
Peter Pan bobbed and weaved his way through the canopy of the dense jungle, trailing blood. He had his hat crumpled up and held tight to his shoulder, but the green fabric was now almost completely stained red. Things were getting blurry and dark and shadowy. He blinked his large eyes carefully, trying to clear them.
He remembered flying over the jungle. He remembered seeing a line of smoke rising through the trees. Curious, he’d flown closer. There had been a rough camp and by the fire had sat the largest man Peter Pan had ever seen. He had been polishing up a long rifle. From his place in the trees, Peter thought he looked very out of place and yet completely at home.
Still, Peter wasn’t going to approach this grown up. What interest did Peter Pan have in a grown up? They were no fun; they had no imagination. He had started to drift away, to continue his flight, but at that moment he’d backed into the web of a spider. He’d smacked at his arms to shoo it away, and the man had heard.
Then gunfire.
Peter had fallen, but caught himself before he hit the ground. Then he’d flown as fast as he was able. Now he was starting to really feel afraid, though he would die before admitting this to anyone, even himself. He’d fought pirates. He’d been shot at many times. But this was the first grave injury he could remember ever taking.
He’d been shot!
Peter was drifting lower through the trees. He couldn’t be sure which way he was going. For all he knew he’d gotten himself turned around and was drifting back toward the hunter. He groped absently for the handle of his dagger.
Peter didnt notice when the trees began to thin, but suddenly he found himself in a clearing. He blinked his eyes in the sunlight and focused on the large white shapes in front of him. Tents?
The boy’s feet touched the ground where he swayed for a few moments. Then his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell back with a grunt. He lay there, looking up at the clouds, his brow furrowed in complete confusion. Suddenly he wished very much that Tinkerbell were with him.
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Post by Jane Porter on Aug 23, 2017 2:28:56 GMT -5
Jane Porter could be a stubborn woman. When she really put her mind to something, it was quite hard to budge her from her idea, whatever it was. It could be done, but it took quite a bit of effort on the part of the other party, and most decided that it simply wasn't worth it, by that point.
And that was exactly what had happened today. Jane had decided that there was a particular variety of plant that she needed to study, one that didn't grow close to the camp. In fact, it mostly grew halfway across the jungle, which would be quite a trek. Her father had tried to reason with her, but Jane had been living here for quite some time now; she could find her way to the plant and back, no problem at all.
Except that it had become a problem. She'd gotten turned around a couple of times, but she'd managed to get back on the right track. But by the time she'd managed that, it was too late in the day to make it all the way across the jungle and back before nightfall, and she'd promised Daddy she'd make it back in time for dinner.
Now that she'd figured out a better way to get to her destination, however, she'd just have to try again tomorrow.
Jane was almost all the way back to the camp when she saw something land in the clearing in front of her. Whatever it had been, it had been almost human sized. Curious, Jane moved towards it, only to realize as it fell to the ground, that it was a boy! The young Englishwoman hurried over, concern clear on her face.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed when she saw the blood on his shirt, "What happened?" she asked. She was certainly going to help him, but if she knew what sort of wound it was, she would hopefully better know what to do. Not that she was a physician of any kind, but she could at least clean and wrap an injury.
Peter’s vision was swimming. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried (and even if he had he would have denied it vehemently), but he was close to tears now. It wasn’t so much the pain, it was how alone he felt. He wanted…
A face appeared before him and Peter blinked hard. It was a kind face, full of concern. A woman with brown hair and green eyes. Peter smiled wistfully. “Mother…?” Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he knew no more.
Some time later Peter Pan woke up. He was very thirsty and very sore. He looked up at the canvas above him and realized he was in a tent. Slowly, Peter pushed himself into a sitting position and realized he’d been sleeping in someone’s cot. Someone had taken off his shirt and bandaged his wounds. His arm was in a sling.
Peter rubbed at his head with his free hand, his hair sticking up in all directions, as he tried to remember just where he was and what had happened.
He poked at the bandages and tried to move his arm, only to wince and scowl, his lip set in a pout. The pirates had NEVER managed to shoot him… but somehow this grown-up had. Who was he? Peter wanted to… to… well, get even, somehow. He’d cut off Hook’s hand. Maybe he’d cut off this man’s foot.
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Post by Jane Porter on Sept 20, 2017 0:01:49 GMT -5
Thankfully, the camp wasn't that far away from where the boy had fallen, or Jane never would have made it all the way back with him. It was a good thing, too, that he wasn't yet fully grown, or she would have had to leave him where he was to go get help. But as it was, she managed to drag him into one of the tents, where she proceeded to go about getting him all fixed up.
It looked like he had been shot, but if that was the case, there was no telling who had done it. Clayton wasn't around any longer (though she didn't like to think of where he might be, what with the Forever Stone having been breached), and most of the people around here, especially if they stopped at the trading post, knew better than to poach in the jungle, not with Tarzan around.
Once the young woman had managed to clean and bandage the boy's injury, she heaved him onto the cot, covering him with a light blanket. She thought she'd seen him fall from the sky, which meant he'd probably been up in the trees. Did he travel the same way Tarzan did? Why had they never seen him before?
His state of dress suggested that he wasn't from around here, though, and Jane fully intended to find out. After he was well enough, of course.
As she waited for the boy to wake up, Jane worked on touching up some of the sketches she'd made for her father's research; she was quite adept at recognizing most of the local flora, at this point, and that was one of the reasons Professor Porter had asked Jane to help him out, which Jane was only too happy to do.
After a little while, he opened his eyes, moving to push himself into a sitting position. Jane looked over just as he was rubbing his head, making his hair stick up all over the place.
"Are you all right?" Jane asked, keeping her voice relatively soft. "That was quite a tumble you took."
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Peter was so distracted by the bandages and trying to remember what ha happened that he didn’t even realize he wasn’t alone in the tent. At the sound of Jane’s soft voice, his back straightened and he turned a little too quickly to see who was there, only to wince as he pulled at stitches.
Turning more slowly this time, he studied Jane, a curious little frown on his face. She had kind eyes and a nice smile, but she was a grown up. Peter gulped and ducked his head, feeling a moment of panic. He wasn’t supposed to be seen!
Well, there wasn’t anything he could do about that now.
He stole another look at her and scratched at one of his bandages. “I don’t remember ever being hurt like this before.” So… was he all right? He wasn’t sure. What did it mean? It was scary… and Peter also couldn’t remember many times when he was truly afraid.
He didn’t like that feeling, so he stubbornly tried to not think about it. Instead his warm brown eyes dropped to the book Jane held. It made him think of another grown up he’d met who’d had a whole giant room full of books.
“… are you reading?” Maybe this grown-up girl would tell him what the story was about.
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Post by Jane Porter on Jan 17, 2018 1:26:43 GMT -5
Jane was not a doctor, by any stretch of the imagination, but she knew enough (and had enough reference books, thank goodness) to be able to clean and stitch a wound relatively easily. After all, it wasn't that much different from the mending she had to do almost constantly, what with living in the jungle. She was sure that it had been easier since the boy hadn't been awake during the procedure, but that was beside the point. What mattered was that she'd managed to take care of his injury, and hopefully it woudn't get infected.
It was clear to her that her words had startled him slightly when he turned in her direction too quickly. She saw that wince, but the boy corrected his turn and looked at her slowly, offering her a little frown.
Jane smiled back at him, reaching up and tucking a stray strand of her hair back behind her ear. She really couldn't do anything with it in this humidity, and it sometimes got in the way.
But then the boy spoke, even as he scratched at the bandages she'd put on his injury. He said that he didn't remember being hurt like this before, and Jane nodded. It had been quite a tumble, after all, and she figured that he would remember something like that happening previously.
"I'm just glad it wasn't more serious!" Jane exclaimed. She wouldn't have known what to do if it had been.
Before she could say anything else, though, the boy asked if she was reading, and she glanced down at the book in her hands. "Oh, I was sketching," she said, showing him the drawing she'd been working on. "I've got quite a few books, though, if you'd like to look at any of them. Or I can read to you while you're getting better. You're welcome to stay here while you're hurt," she offered quickly, giving him a little smile. "I wouldn't dream of making you leave, not like this."
And then she realized that she hadn't introduced herself, and her smile became a bit sheepish. "I'm Jane, by the way. And I do hope you'll stay and rest, at least for a little while."
Peter’s eyes followed Jane’s fingers as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before focusing on her smile and then her eyes. While she explained about drawing and offered him a place to stay, Peter began to get the idea that this girl, like Wendy, talked too much. That didn’t mean Peter didn’t like her, however. In fact, by the time she’d introduced himself, he had made up his mind that she was a nice person. She had helped him, after all.
He was very curious about her drawings. He craned his neck a little, trying to see more of her book from where he still sat on the cot. “I’m Peter.” He looked back at her face. “Peter Pan.”
He glanced out through the opening in the tent, at the jungle beyond the clearing, his expression betraying his worry. “… is there a… big man that lives here? With black hair and a big gun?” Peter’s hand absently went to his shoulder again, and he picked at the edge of the bandages. “I don’t think he was a pirate.” At this, Peter scowled.
Then a thought came to him: What if the man with the gun came to this tent? What if he tried to hurt Jane? Peter knew instantly that he would defend her. He scrambled out of the bed and started pulling back blankets, looking for his things. “Where’s my dagger, girl?”
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Post by Jane Porter on Feb 2, 2018 17:22:23 GMT -5
She knew that she talked too much; she'd been told as much multiple times, after all. Mostly in England, where ladies had expected roles to fill. Jane, though she tried, had always been a little bit too different to fit the mold of the proper young English lady, though had she and her daddy stayed in England, she would have tried her hardest. But since they were living in the jungle, it was a habit that had continued, and she knew she would be hard-pressed to break herself of it now.
But after only a little bit of her chattering, the boy introduced himself as Peter Pan. Jane smiled at that; it was an interesting name, and she was glad to have made his acquaintance. Before she could say as much, however, he looked out through the tent, clearly uncomfortable. He asked if there was a big man who lived there, a man with black hair and a big gun. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that he was referring to Clayton....., but he hadn't been seen since the Forever Stone had been broken.
She shook her head, offering the boy a small smile. "No one like that lives around here," she reassured him. "People do pass through, occasionally, but most know that if they try to hunt in the jungle, they'll have to answer to Tarzan." Speaking of, she was going to have to tell him that there was someone in the jungle, shooting at boys. And if Tarzan wouldn't stand for his friends to be shot, he certainly wouldn't stand for this.
Peter started to climb out of the cot, apparently agitated, demanding to know where his dagger was.
"Oh! I put it right over here, along with your hat, so that you could lay down without it poking into you," she explained, reaching to pick up his things and hand them to him. "But I do wish you would rest a bit more; you're still injured! Are you hungry? I could get you something to eat. Of course, that also depends on what you'd like to eat, though we do have some options."
Peter swayed on his feet, the blanket still in his hand. Everything went blurry and he blinked hard, trying to clear his vision. Jane assured him that no one like the hunter he described lived in her camp before handing him back his hat and dagger. He wanted to go find the hunter and fight him, but he felt sick and wobbly and was suddenly very sure he was going to fall over. Instead he sat back on the cot, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
Jane was talking more, suggesting one thing after another while managing to ask questions at the same time. Peter blinked again and focused on her. Rest? Food? Furrowing his brow, Peter shook his head.
He was about to ask what a Tarzan was when his eyes fell upon her sketch book. Jane had put it aside to hand him his dagger and now Peter reached for it. He hesitated and glanced at her as if expecting her to tell him not to touch it. When she didn’t, he carefully picked it up and sat back on the cot with it, his legs crossed before him.
Peter opened the book on his lap and paged through the sketches. He saw birds and plants and animals he had only heard stories about. There were also many drawings of two different men— one with a large mustache and the other with very little clothing. “Its like a story book without the words.” He said this to himself, imagining the different stories Wendy would have told about each picture.
Turning a page, his thumb smudged across one of the delicate drawings. He gasped softly and lifted his hand, looking from the dark stain on his finger and then do the drawing. Peter looked up at Jane, his eyes wide with concern. “I broke it.”
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