Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150313031249/@comment-203.166.239.129-20150319111057

The sainted glass image of her father confronted her across the hall. He was depicted, disarmed and with one foot on the edge of the Jolly Roger as he looked at Pan over his shoulder. Pan will have just kicked him, showing...

"Bad form" She sighed the last words of their story. Her father would leap over the edge, never knowing the crocodile awaited below, as the clock had stopped.

But she would know.

Didn't that mean that no one truly followed their Legacy? Their parents stories were often so very specific. Her own Father's story relied heavily on the fact he had come to Neverland from London, where he had been a student at Eton... an all boys school. That was where he had established his obsession with "good form" that had ultimately led to his death. She honestly couldn't care less about good form. She was mannerly around her papa, and enjoyed pretense of upperclass, but she was raised on a pirate ship where her language was less than ladylike and she could drink and spit, cheat at cards and make up bawdy songs with the best of them. Her story already varied wildly from her Father's, just like most of the people at the school.

She hadn't realised she'd stopped until she noticed Esmee (dear, eager Esmee, your story ends with riches and freedom to roam wherever you choose- no wonder you're excited!) calling her.

She was about to reply when Yankee came over from whatever trinket his father had left him- except he seemed to be empty handed. She considered a sharp retort, but thought better of it. her mood had turned melancholy and she didn't feel like fighting

"Is it much of a surprise? I can't imagine Papa has been allowed to leave me anything of much use. It's just another excuse for Grimm to remind us all that the marital stasus' of Princesses is far more important than our lives." She scoweled slightly, looking at him. "I see you haven't collected your treasure either"

"Oh, Hello Miss Liddle! I uh... Think the Cap'n's having a spot of reluctant like hesitations at findin' her Legacy... what with...." She lowered her voice to a whisper and leant in conspiritorily "The whole et alive thing." She straightened again with a slight bounce and a nervous glance at where Jane now seemed to be conversing with a red jacketed fellow. "SO! What did yer mammy leave you? sommat exciting I bet!"