New memories form (Alice)

[Peter Pan]

((Of course that doesn't look/have to look like 
her in real life. I just thought the picture was 
cute and thought it was even cooler when I 
found a cartoon version of it xD Kind of gives 
an idea on both sides. Sorry if it's really bad,
hopefully my next post will be better. Also, 
sorry if there are typos or wrong words. On
an iPod and I tried to catch every one of them.
I love this video of them xD.))

Wandering through the sun setting sky the young lad decided to go out into the main land once again. Though today he was going to a different part of England than he usually did. He found himself flying more toward the southeastern part of England, finding himself in a place called Oxford. Peter's brown eyes scanned over the sign that read, in big bold letters, WELCOME TO OXFORD. Peter had never been here before but it wasn't all too different from other part of England. Though this part seemed a lot nicer and more well kept. 

Peter flew through the beautiful gardens that were all neatly cut. Each tree held the most perfect, same, shape that Peter ever saw. There were also ones in the shape of animals such as horses and birds... It was just beautiful. Peter stood in the air and looked at a tree carved into the shape of a beautiful swan. "They should make one of me." He said and with a turn of his head he was off again.

Bouncing from house to house he got to listen to different stories. The glow of the bedroom lights made his green outfit pop out to the world. He laid down on a branch, stomach first, as he listened to a story. His elbow was resting on the branch to keep his head in place. One of his legs were propped up onto the tree while the other dangled off of the branch. He yawned lightly and began to close his eyes listening to the beautiful story with a small grin on his face. When he closed his eyes he felt his elbow slip and be fell forward, not having enough time to catch himself he fell straight into the bushes with a loud thud and crash of branches breaking. It took him a while to found out where he really was but when he saw the crushed branches covering his face and laying, in a house-like shape, over his body he sighed and rested his cheek on his arm.

His heart dropped to his toes when he heard someone open a window. It was actually very comfortable down here and since people were talking and wondering what the noise was he decided to close his eyes for a minute. Of course he didn't want anyone seeing him... He only let certain people see him even if he didn't want them to. With a yawn he listened to the questioning of the grown-ups as they listed different things it could be. He could still hear the people talking but what seemed like forever only lasted a few minutes. Agreeing it was a cat the neighbors went inside their homes, not even realizing there was a boy in their bushes. Yet the boy was now fast asleep in the bushes, forgetting where he was actually sleeping.

[Alice Liddell]

Even to a girl like Alice, who was able to entertain herself for hours by pretending that her cat Dinah was a Queen, this evening was turning out to be insufferably boring. Several friends of her parents were visiting the house for reasons which nobody had bothered to inform her of (and she was having no luck at all in her attempts to work it out from the waves of dull conversation rolling over her), and much to her horror her parents had insisted upon her being present in the room as well. Thus she had been forced into one of her finest dresses and confined to the sofa for the evening, with absolutely no idea what she’d done to deserve such treatment.

“What was that?” asked her mother in surprise as a loud crash rang out from the garden. Every head in the room swivelled towards the window, and her father slowly rose to his feet and pulled it open, sticking his head out into the evening air. After a moment or so of scanning the garden for some sign of an intruder her withdrew again, and for the next few minutes the topic of conversation in the room shifted to possible causes of the sound. Alice, relieved that it was now a subject she understood, attempted to offer her own helpful thoughts such as ‘it could have been a vampire attracted by so many people in one place’ or ‘what if it was a hyena who has escaped from the circus’, however was quickly shushed by her mother each time.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Alice suddenly, speaking far louder than usual in order to try and get somebody to listen to her this time, “what if it was Dinah in trouble! I haven’t seen her all night, and I would hate for her to be eaten by a hyena, or a vampire for that matter.” A few of the guests laughed at this, and with a resigned sigh her mother permitted her to go and check that her cat wasn’t in any sort of peril. Beaming at having extracted herself from that ghastly situation, Alice slipped out of the room, quickly heading for the back door and pulling it open. The sky was growing darker by the second, however by the light of the window (which someone had closed since she’d left the room) she was able to find the bush where she was fairly sure the crash had come from.

“Dinah?” asked Alice anxiously, brushing a few branches aside with one hand as she peered into the foliage, “are you out here?” That was when her eyes fell upon the sleeping boy. She gasped in surprise, glancing back at the window to make sure that none of the adults in there were monitoring her progress before turning back.

“Goodness,” she murmured as she watched his chest rise and fall with each unconscious breath, “I do hope he’s alright.” She leaned forward, carefully extending one hand and experimentally poking the boy’s arm.

[Peter Pan]

Peter was still sleeping in the bushes when the girl had come over. He slightly woke up from the movements of the branches but decided to ignore them. Keeping his eyes closed he heard a voice... A girl's voice, and she was right next to him. He slightly started to open his eyes until he felt her poke his arm. With that he jumped away from her, startled that she had poked him. He flew up out of the bushes, rubbed his eyes and then looked down at her, standing above her. His brown eyes focused on her and he lowered himself to more to her level before looking at her a bit more closely. He grossed his arms and sat Indian style a bit above her now. "Who are you?" He asked, reaching up to scratch his red hair. 

He surely hasn't seen her before. Of course he hasn't met a lot of people but he would remember a child like her because she was a kid... Which a kid was always number one in Peter's book. Lowering himself a bit more to where he was floating in front of her and at her level. Glancing in through the window he saw all the adults standing there. He didn't want anyone looking out and seeing him in mid-air so he stretched out his feet toward the ground and landed, standing in front of her now. Glancing inside and looking back out at Alice. "What are they doing?" He asked slightly cocking his head to the side. Peter looked down at the ground and then proceeded to sit Indian style on the ground now. Yeah, he just couldn't stop moving.

Plucking a few strands of grass from the earth he twirled them around his finger and looked up at Alice once more. "When I was in the bush and you called the name... Who was that? What's a Dinah?" He asked before glancing back into the window when he heard someone laugh. Rising to his feet again he chuckled softly. "You have to hang out with a bunch of grown ups?" He glanced back into the window before looking bad to her. "You should hang out with me, that'd be way better." He nodded and seemed to stand with a little pride as he grinned, letting his brown eyes look at her from the corner of his eye.

[Alice Liddell]

Alice was just reaching out to poke the boy again when he sprang back into life, leaping into the air and, much to Alice’s immense surprise, staying there. Rather than returning to Earth a moment later as one would expect a person to do when they jumped, this boy was somehow remaining suspended in mid air. Alice gaped at the sight, mouth hanging open for a moment before she realised how silly she must look and quickly closed it.

“Why, however are you doing that?” she asked curiously, wide eyes searching the air above him for some sign of hidden wires holding him up like she’d once seen at the circus, “I’m Alice by the way; I’m sure it’s very nice to meet you.” Even when she’d been in Wonderland she’d never seen someone flying like a bird before (unless you counted the Cheshire Cat of course, as there seemed to be very little that he couldn’t do), not to mention that Alice was fairly certain that she was awake this time. Then again, she supposed that it was possible she’d simply fallen asleep in the house, however she felt that had that happened her parents would have woken her by now, given how insistent they’d been about her presence.

“I don’t know,” admitted Alice as the stranger asked what the adults were doing back in the house, “but it was something that one couldn’t possibly pay attention to.” She nodded at her own words, as if they were a terribly sagacious proclamation. “And Dinah is my cat,” she added in response to his other question, “When I heard a crash, well I suppose that was you, I was afraid that something had happened to her! You didn’t see her out here did you? An orange cat about so big?” She held her hands up to show an approximation of Dinah’s size, hoping that this stranger would somehow confirm that she was safely indoors where she belonged. Alice smiled gratefully as he offered to keep her company, however this soon turned into a regretful sigh as she glanced back at the house.

“I really don’t have the time,” she explained dejectedly, “they’re going to start missing me back in there before long; I was only let out to check on Dinah.”

[Peter Pan]

Peter looked over at her and seemed to have a confused look on his face when her mouth was left open and she had asked him how he did that. "Do what?" He asked, glancing down at his brown shoes before looking back at her. What was he doing or what did he do? When she introduced herself he gave a smile and a small nod. "Nice to meet 'cha. I'm Peter... Peter Pan." With a smile he looked back into the window and swift fully flew to the window to watch them. Hovering slightly over the flowers and bushes sitting under the window he looked through it and when someone saw something at the corner of their eye to look out the window Peter moved out of the way so all they could see was Alice.

Once they looked away he watched them for a bit longer before moving back to Alice. "Yeah, doesn't seem very fun in there." With a cross of his arms he looked back at her for a moment and then back through the window. "Well why go back in the house when you can have fun?" He asked with a cock of his head. Then he glanced around when she said that Dinah was her cat and if he had seen her. Peter put a finger to his mouth and looked around again. "I saw something but I don't think it's what your talking about." With a shrug Peter turned his head to glance around them one more time. "Uhmm... Where'd you last see her?" Peter asked, scratching his head.

When she turned him down Peter looked back into the house and laughed, waving his hand once in front of her. "Oh c'mon! They won't miss you. They're just grown-ups." Peter glanced up at a window where the rooms probably were, much like they were on most houses here. He pointed up to the window. "There. Just go to your nursery, or whatever you call it, and I'll be right there. That way you don't have to listen to the grown-ups." He seemed to say grown-ups with a slightly disgusted tone in his voice and look on his face. Looking back up at the window, to the adults and back to her he gave a laugh. "Just tell them your tired. They'll believe anything." Peter really wanted to sit and talk to someone his own age, rather than sit in a tree to listen to a story again. Of course if she didn't do that he could always fly around and listen to other stories in other homes, too.

((Yikes... This is horrible. Sorry it's all kinds choppy.))

[Alice Liddell]

Alice blinked in confusion as Peter failed to realise what she was talking about when she asked how he could fly. It was mystifying really; after all, what else did he think she could be talking about? Then again, she supposed that if flying was a perfectly natural thing for him then it simply might not occur to him, as from his perspective it would be her who was the oddity for not being able to fly. This was a rather confusing thought however, and Alice didn’t dally on it for long.

“Fly of course!” exclaimed Alice, “however are you able to fly?” Although she didn’t voice the thought, what she was really interested in was whether it was something he’d be able to teach her to do. After all, who didn’t wish that they could fly at some time or another? It would certainly have been a useful skill to have had available to her back in Wonderland, although, knowing her luck, it would have turned out that there were all manner of flying creatures who were every bit as unpleasant as some of the people she’d met down on the surface. She’d long ago decided that if she had real world of her own then she’d be able to fly in it, after all that certainly seemed to be nonsense enough. Then again, if this boy could fly, then it wasn’t nonsense, and contrariwise, if it wasn’t nonsense, she couldn’t want it in her private world. Oh dear; these trains of thought were all getting so muddled.

“But I have to go back in there,” explained Alice, “after all they’d be terribly worried if I didn’t return.” This boy was beginning to seem a little too carefree. Of course her parents would miss her if she suddenly vanished without any explanation; that was what parents were for! She was relieved then when Peter instead suggested that they meet in her room instead, for even though she couldn’t immediately accompany him, it would be a terrible pity if he were to simply leave before she’d had a chance to satisfy her curiosity.

“My room is the second window from the left,” she said quickly as she pointed up at the building’s second floor, “I suppose I’ll see you there in a few minutes then!” Glancing back over her shoulder to make sure he didn’t just fly off as she did so, Alice returned to the house and slipped inside, entirely unsure of how she’d go about persuading her mother to allow her to retire for the night.