Peter Pan The Second Story (ROMANCE RP OPEN!)

[The True Werewolf]

I think you just about summed it all up)

[Dracowolf]

((Damion is with Leon who collapsed in front of the castle Damion isn't sure about what to do about it.))

Dereth was silently mourning the loss of his hair. He got up to look at himself in the mirror, he sighed guessing that this would support his story more than his normal look. He looked at Arabella, "Let's go make them believe Hook is running a terrible scam so if he tries it again he can get charged with treason."

[Remilia Scarlet]

*Ari walked along the forest* "Leo?!" *She called out*

(im not going to be on much since im supposed to be grounded from the internet -_- )

[winchester.]

Arabella

I grinned brightly. "Perfect. How do we cry though. Or, never mind. Lets go." I said, wrapping one arm around his waist. "Just, hop or something." I said, "Wait." I said, letting go for a second. Sprinting to the fridge, I found some BBQ sauce and ketchup. "One moment." I mumbled, before walking back over, I inched up the leg of his pants to his knee and rubbed it on his calf. I spread some of it on his leg. "Just... It'll look the part, but when they ask for injuries to look at them, we can sprint and go seperate ways. It is all instinct from there." I said, pulling the leg down as it slightly seeped through.

[Dracowolf]

"Already planned on limping," Dereth replied, "Let's get to the castle the faster I can get back to normal, the better."

[winchester.]

Arabella

I rolled my eyes and put my arm around his waist. "Lets go." I said, traveling down the stairs. Biting my lower lip lightly, I looked around, trying to spot anything out of the normal. Traveling to the castle, I waited several seconds before nodding. "Ready?" I whispered.

[Dracowolf]

"As ready as I can be," Dereth replied, "Remember just back my story up and we'll be able to make it so none of the group is wanted for treason. Do me a favor before we go in, punch me in the gut."

[winchester.]

Arabella

I shrugged, and swiftly elbowed him in the stomach. Pinching myself hard on the arm, tears started falling from my eyes. I pounded on the door. "Help! help!" I yelled, tears streaking.

[The True Werewolf]

Peter's mother and father come to the door and opened it up

[winchester.]

Arabella

I saw them and frowned, tears pooling in my eyes. "Please help m-me. My older brother got beat up but these m-men." I stammered, my lip quivering.