Xander

Xander walked through the darker part of the island kicking stones and tossing back shots trying to find something fun to do. It had been awhile since he found anything fun or wanted to do anything. He figured this is how Peter felt when he lost Fox. Angry, hurt, confused, but Xander knew better than to lock himself away, however that didn’t mean he would enjoy wandering the island either. He stopped when he found the brighter side of the island again and sat on a dead stump. “Why is the only fun around here people dying and getting fights. This island seriously is pointless.” 

“Isn’t it always like that though? In any place. Any…world? I guess.” Now she wondered if there were other worlds out there besides where she came from and where she was now. “Everything’s always temporary.” Her family’s fortune and her previously good life certainly was.

“That’s only partly true here. See with no time no one dies and nothing ever passes as it should. Also the emotions are temorary, but people can’t just up and leave Neverland like they can the real world. You know travel to another country, so you always see the person.” 

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Chephirah can’t help but smirk a little bit. Being deaf wasn’t the only thing that made her unique. To make communication easier, she pulls out the notebook she always carries around these days and writes, That’s not the only thing that makes me unique around here. I’m a shifter. Lioness. The only one on the island. Maybe the only one to exist anywhere, for all she knows.

“A lion shifter, that is unique. But wouldn’t you have to have had a mother and father to be born? I doubt Pan has the power or free time to have created you.” It was blunt, but Xander had been resorting back to his ways before meeting Slightly. It was something he couldn’t control without the boy. 

Tala shrugs, not even knowing anymore her feelings towards the island or being on it. She didn’t hate it anymore, at least. “It’s alright, I guess. Better than home.” She corrects herself, “Where I was before.” Calling it home didn’t seem quite right anymore, somehow. “Have you always been lived here?” she asks.

“No, I came a while back. It’s been an interesting time here. I’ve loved and I’ve lost. But in the end everything is temporary here.” He said not sure what else to tell the girl since his time here wasn’t something to be spreading about. 

Chephirah glanced over her shoulder, back towards the forest, the thought of just turning and running crossing her mind, as it often did at least a few times when she was around people. But as she looked back at the boy, she noticed he was speaking again, and concentrating on reading his lips temporarily made her forget about running. She rolled her eyes at his question and, after scrubbing her hands on her jeans another time, she signed, I’m not a mute. Which was, technically, true. In her mind at least. I’m deaf, she signed.

Xander watched the girl and tried to figure out what she was saying. He realized what she was saying and made an oh face. “Sorry. We don’t get many people here with disabilities. You and the blind girl Tala are the only two I know of.” He said slower so she could have an easier time reading what he was saying. 

“Lost Girl’s a stupid way to put it, I think,” she said, but not in a mean or bitter way. Almost in a casual tone of voice, like she was simply stating a fact. “More like I was kidnapped.” She shrugged though. She was slowly starting to come around to the island, though it still angered and frustrated her that she couldn’t navigate it very well yet. But other than that, she’d decided it wasn’t such a bad place to live. “My name’s Tala Winter.”

“Kidnapped huh. Well I will say it’s better here than anywhere else you could be kidnapped to.” He chuckled looking at the girl. He could tell something was off by the way her eyes looked, but he didn’t want to say anything. “So Tala, what do you think of the island so far?” 

“Isn’t everyone here a bit lost?” she smiled a little bit, then giggled quietly, almost nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your playing. I haven’t met anyone yet who could play a guitar.” She added with a shrug, “Not that I know of, at least.”

“Some are, others are found.” He replied before just shrugging. “No big deal. I’ve been sitting here for a while now. The beach is the perfect place to clear your mind. There are a few others that play. Just have to find them.” 

Chephirah looked over her shoulder, scrubbing her hands against her jeans to try to clean off the blood. It stung and burned, but she ignored the pain as she looked in the boy’s direction. She could see his lips moving, but, not entirely paying attention, she couldn’t quite make out all of what he was saying. She could make out that he was asking if she was okay though. I’m fine, she signed quickly, getting to her feet quickly, spinning so that she was facing him.

Xander was confused as to why the girl didn’t speak. “So are you a mute of some kind? Or just don’t like talking to guys?” It was weird she was speaking and it never occurred to him she couldn’t hear. 

“If you don’t mind,” Tala nods, then takes one step backwards before sitting down. “I don’t think I’ve met you before,” she commented, not recognizing his voice.

“Nor I you. Xander’s the name, lost boy is my thing.” He chuckled looking at the young girl. “So you a lost girl I take it?” Xander asked already knowing the answer to it.