ＣＯＵＲＴＹＡＲＤ ( he quickly grows tired of people watching, when it seems to not reveal much of anything new. they're all lost, and troubled, and confused. he's seen all this before. hell, he's been there before. he can't put their minds at ease or offer any answers, and he hasn't the patience to repeat himself over and over nor be particularly comforting to those troubled by their new situation. his mood has not been particularly bright of late. being free of Neverland doesn't chase away the scars it leaves behind, and this place brings the same demons back.
it didn't take long for him to realize that the courtyard was finally open, prowling around and hoping for new clues. he's been nearly crawling out of his skin to be trapped inside for so bloody long, but it's debatable how much relief being in the courtyard offers. the inclement weather just leaves him soggy (though, he's a pirate, he's used to a bit of rain and dreariness) and the air feels heavy, like a weight on his lungs.
he doesn't seem to be letting the absolute lack of rewarding sensation to be found in the courtyard stop him from scoping it out, though. he keeps futzing with the swing, trying to see if he can get her free. he doesn't know what good the chain would do him, but if he could get it off he'd figure something out. he's not looking for conversation, but if someone else wanted to get drizzled on and tried to start one, he'd talk back.
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( he quickly grows tired of people watching, when it seems to not reveal much of anything new. they're all lost, and troubled, and confused. he's seen all this before. hell, he's been there before. he can't put their minds at ease or offer any answers, and he hasn't the patience to repeat himself over and over nor be particularly comforting to those troubled by their new situation. his mood has not been particularly bright of late. being free of Neverland doesn't chase away the scars it leaves behind, and this place brings the same demons back.
it didn't take long for him to realize that the courtyard was finally open, prowling around and hoping for new clues. he's been nearly crawling out of his skin to be trapped inside for so bloody long, but it's debatable how much relief being in the courtyard offers. the inclement weather just leaves him soggy (though, he's a pirate, he's used to a bit of rain and dreariness) and the air feels heavy, like a weight on his lungs.
he doesn't seem to be letting the absolute lack of rewarding sensation to be found in the courtyard stop him from scoping it out, though. he keeps futzing with the swing, trying to see if he can get her free. he doesn't know what good the chain would do him, but if he could get it off he'd figure something out. he's not looking for conversation, but if someone else wanted to get drizzled on and tried to start one, he'd talk back.
. . .probably. )