#blake hook

@blake-hook​

It was so strange..... and almost petrifying. The sound of crows, and yelling filling the air. Memories of the boys, and memories of stories shared by a pirate flooded her momentarily. War....... that had been what it was here. Part of her wished she could just hide.... stay out of it. This was not her fight she had no business getting in the middle, but something stirred the longer she hid away and as her hand grasped the small thimble on her neck like a silent prayer she was plunged into darkness.

A memory..... a memory of a nightmare as she imagined what it had been like for her brother to die alone on a battlefield.

Images of blood, and gasping for air alone....... 

@blake-hook

@sleazyhook

Everything about this assignment was annoying Eloise. The plastic babies that cried and needed feeding? Ugh. Having to be paired up? Ugh. This being a part of their overall grade for the year? Ugh. Her only hope was being partnered with a friend, which she absent-mindedly prayed for as she played with a straggly bit of hair between her fingers. Her attention heightened the second she heard her own name being called out.

“Eloise,” the teacher paused, checking her clipboard for the associated name. “You’ll be with Blake.”

@hookspawn

• Blake Bartholomew Hook • Pirate • Age Unknown • Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Ain’t no rest for the wicked…

Blake had a good life for fifteen years. He looked up to his cool, captain father for most of his childhood, promising himself that he’d grow up to be just like him. At ten, his sister was born, and his parents told him that he’d be the best big brother, and to always look after Birdie when they weren’t around. Things had been going pretty great; he was taught his lessons by his parents and Smee, made friends with the crew, learned how to wield a sword and how to drink pints like any of the rest. His father was hard on him, but his mum always said it was because he wanted the best for Blake. She had always been there to scare away the dark thought in his head, that his father didn’t truly care for him. And then she died; he didn’t quite understand why when it first happened, but when he was made aware that it was Pan’s fault, his hatred for the flying imp far outweighed his father’s. It was multiplied when Peter snatched his sister away from them too, and grew as time went by and his father grew to detest Blake. He has since tried his hardest to please James Hook, and taken up residence in the port, as his father hates seeing him on the ship. One day, he vows to bring his sister home, if she still lives, and to defeat Pan for his dad. 

Personality:

+ Loyal, Intuitive, Creative

- Jealous, Stubborn, Hot-Tempered

@sleazyhook

She couldn’t help how excited she was about this whole camping operation. There were nerves, but she’d done nothing like this in years. She wandered around the campsite, smiling at students she didn’t know as she picked out an apple from a big crate of fruit they had near the main campfire. All the activities were interesting her and she was incapable of choosing which she wanted to do first. It had resulted in her staring longingly at the fencers, something she’d not touched in a long time and wanted to. She was fighting her own mind, part of her telling herself it was unladylike and unsuitable for her. She’d already settled for denim shorts and a tshirt she’d tied in the front around her waist. 

She sat down and watched the group as they fought each other, their form was fancy and based on the sport. Zelda wasn’t sure she’d look right next to that, but she wanted to try anyway. Her manicured fingers stroked along the rapier’s handle, and a tall guy ambled over to her. “Come on sweetheart, give it a go.” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” She chuckled, brushing it off while she still attempted to make her mind up. 

“Oh come on, I’ll go easy on you babe. Gentle. We can work up to the rest.” He said lowly, giving a sleazy look to a friend. It wasn’t even clever, it made her want to roll her eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m not sure.” She replied, shrugging her shoulders. He squat down in front of her and put his hand on her knee, something she did not approve of in the slightest, and something that used to result in a broken nose. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He told her, giving her a squeeze. She gave a soft smile, making up her mind that she would do this, even without their proper form, and she’d teach him not to touch her again. 

“Okay,” She nodded, letting him help her up and fit her in the protective gear even though she didn’t need it. Zelda gripped her sword and pressed the point into the ground. It was a hell of a lot lighter than the ones she was used to, but it would do. 

“Alright, so I’m going to make a jab at you and you’re going to stop it.” She nodded and said she understood, and when he made the jab she knocked it away, jumped forward on her right foot and stabbed him in the stomach. He laughed it off and said it was good initiative, but he looked slightly more steely. “Let’s try a different move.”