Story Planning

Tilly

Name: Matilda Moore

Nickname: Tilly

Age: 15

Characteristics: Long frizzy brown hair (gets cut to short wavy brown hair later), blue eyes, tanned skin, 5'8, chubby but muscular

Personality: loud, confident, leader, childish, sarcastic, playful

Family: father- Captain Moore (deceased)
Mother- Toni (deceased)

Friends: Jax (deceased)
Crew of The Last Blade (deceased)
Crew of Jolly Roger
Lost Boys

Enemy: Pan (past)
Lost Boys (past)
Brave Girls (past)
Hook

Species: Human

Fandom/What I threw her into: Peter Pan

"Where is my blade?"

"I don't know" he smirked in victory as the pissed twelve year old stormed up to him. Him being fourteen towered over her despite slouching
"Give it back or else"she hissed at him, standing on her tip-toes in an attempt to try to get in his face and intimidate him
"Or else what"
"The next time you go to sleep you might not wake up"
"And how are you planning on doing that without your blade?"
"Whether I slit your throat with my blade or a rusty spoon makes no difference to me"

"Wonder why cap'n is so insistent we leave her tied up for the wolves"
"Dead men tell no tales"

"Blow the man down"
"Aye cap'n"

BRING A SPRING UPON HER CABLE

"After I get back, I will create a new and improved ship for you pirates"
Tilly raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed
"A new and improved and safe ship, I promise"
"How do we know we can trust you"
"I may not be the most well behaved boy on the island, but I always keep my promises"

"Cheaters never win" He told her snidely
"And Peter Pan never fails" She responded tiredly, it caught him off guard, but after a moment of silence he spoke again
"I like that, I'll use that, if you don't mind"
Tilly rolled her eyes and mock bowed

She walked into the strange cave, tracing the wall with a finger as she walked through it, her footsteps echoing. She soon came across a large abyss, with a narrow plank to get across it. Naturally she stepped onto the wobbly platform, it trembled under her, and it was narrow, but she didn't care, she was planning on exploring, a little danger wasn't going to scare her.
She halfway across before really looking down, as before she had just been making sure but was one foot after another, but now she truly looked down. She couldn't see the bottom, and she didn't fancy finding out where that was, though she suspected if she fell she'd be dead before she hit the bottom.
"Careful" A boyish voice called. She looked up to see Pan watching her.
"Is that a threat?" She asked with a laugh

"I like action"

"I've honestly evaded death too many times to care anymore, and anyway, to die would be an awfully big adventure"

𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀
"Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now."

•"Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting."

•"To live will be an awfully big adventure."

"Never is an awfully long time."

"Build a house?" exclaimed John.
"For the Wendy," said Curly.
"For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!"
"That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants."

"Oh, the cleverness of me!"

"That's not fair"

"I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us."

"I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?"

You have no control. Who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

"What are you going back to, a mother?"
"No, she's dead"
"Father?"
"Also dead"
"Siblings?"
"Don't have any"
"Any family at all?"
"No, they're also dead"

•How on Earth did you do that with the same 24 hours a day that everyone else