[b]London, England

Uncle Ginny’s Toy Store[/b]

“So is this what being a normal adult is like…. really… slow… and… boring…” 

The young gingered hair kid stood leaning against the counter of the shop’s cashier stand. Glancing around the store that usually saw plenty of visitors. As one of London’s most highly rated stores would of course. However today things seemed rather… not moving at the moment. He held up his head with a hand, tapping his cheek with an index finger as he glanced over at a nearby wall mounted clock. As the second hand finally ticked away to finally time for him to clock out. He went straight over, neatly putting the apron he wore onto its hook, clocking out, and wishing Mr. Aster the store owner a good night. 

As Peter strolled along the slightly chilly London street, pulling the thick coat further over himself as he shivered. He glanced around as he continued to his home. He always told himself never to think of his former home. But when things were so cold and bleary it was impossible to think back to Neverland. How the weather and temperature was always perfect. Course that just made him a little homesick again. Pining for something that was long gone and probably forgotten by now. He couldn’t help but wonder if Tiger Lily and the indian tribe were still there, if the pirates or even Captain Hook was. Peter laughed to himself, a bit loudly garnering weird looks from nearby people passing by. Captain Hook… if Peter was struggling a bit to keep a low profile in this place, he couldn’t even imagine what that crooked pirate would be going through.

As Peter got back to his small apartment, Cranking up the heat on the temperature gauge as he came in. Peter shook off the rest of the cold, placing his coat and some of his other things away. The apartment, even as his had it for some years now, was still rather sparse. Peter just never knew what to get for it. Sure he had seen the televisions, and the video games that others spoke of. Peter never really got either of those conceptually. TV just seemed strange in how people would rather watch something than go live it, or like video games play it on a fake virtual thing, then go out and just play it. Unless it was one of those games with the guns… but Peter despised those games in their mere concept anyways. 

As Peter changed out of his work clothes, he changed into a green suit he had made a year ago. Putting on some thermal layers underneath for the cold trip. Finally Peter Pan pulled out a leather sheath from behind his bed. Gripping the handle of the sword and pulling out a fine cutlass sword. Eying down the middle of its seriously sharp blade as he held the bottom up with a wrist. Peter Pan’s combat lived around a weapon like this. With how timeless Neverland was, the nice but strange man named Iron Fist told him once he had experience under his belt with a sword most masters three times his age did. The wonderful ego stroking aside, Peter slid the sword back into the sheath. Strapping it on around his waist as he turned the lights out on his apartment. Going to open the window as he crawled out to the ledge. Closing the window behind him as with a smile a mile wide Peter leapt out, flying through the skies with grace and beauty. After a while Peter never really worried about people seeing him do this. As his realized most of the time the people down below would never look up, just stare down in the streets, never once seeing the stars or sky above them.

Must be a real pity to be like that.