Post by Jane Bancroft on Jan 13, 2017 16:44:18 GMT
Now I have to believe All those precious stories
All the world is made of... Faith, & trust... & pixie dust
Finally free from the sword of Pan, Jane still had absolutely no idea where to go from here. Pan had betrayed her, which she might have forgiven in a couple hundred years due to her undying love for him, but Pan wasn't even Pan anymore. He was some nitwit named Colin. Even that, however, she couldn't be sure of. Colin could have been some kind of vanilla doppelganger. Whoever he was, he felt like an impostor to the great, yet terrible, Pan.
One feeling Jane couldn't seem to shake was why. Why would Pan lock her up like he did? Even if there was a small chance Pan hadn't been the one to do it, why didn't he rescue her sooner? Surely he would have noticed she'd gone missing. Would he really have been insane enough to believe she'd just leave on her own? Doubtful. The conclusion that made the most sense in her jaded mind was that Pan captured her. He wanted nothing more than to get rid of her so she wasn't some kind of threat. He'd probably rescued her only to come to regret it. I'll just ditch Jane and run off with some slutty mermaid. She mocked fake, unspoken words in her head in the voice of Pan.
Jane had been in Storybrooke for three days now. She'd ran out on the Not-So-Pan Pan that had freed her, unable to bare all of the confusion she held toward him. With no money, she'd been sleeping in the trees as though she was actually back in Neverland. It wasn't that hard to steal food and clothes around this place either when you were as good at faking the whole innocent girl act as Jane was.
Currently, Jane was trying to come to terms with the fact that Colin might have been Pan. If that was the case, she had to figure out a way to make him remember who he was. She needed answers out of him. She needed to know why he'd trapped her (or just written her disappearance off) for so many years. She just wasn't sure how to accomplish this all in a strange new world like this one. So, instead, she sat in Granny's dinner at the bar with her face flat against the table as she groaned. Her whole existence in this world felt pathetic. She'd stolen a few dollars out of a man's wallet on the street, but it had only been enough to buy her a glass of orange juice.
Sighing, she picked her head up from the table and took another drink. This all felt hopeless, but she'd find a way.
One feeling Jane couldn't seem to shake was why. Why would Pan lock her up like he did? Even if there was a small chance Pan hadn't been the one to do it, why didn't he rescue her sooner? Surely he would have noticed she'd gone missing. Would he really have been insane enough to believe she'd just leave on her own? Doubtful. The conclusion that made the most sense in her jaded mind was that Pan captured her. He wanted nothing more than to get rid of her so she wasn't some kind of threat. He'd probably rescued her only to come to regret it. I'll just ditch Jane and run off with some slutty mermaid. She mocked fake, unspoken words in her head in the voice of Pan.
Jane had been in Storybrooke for three days now. She'd ran out on the Not-So-Pan Pan that had freed her, unable to bare all of the confusion she held toward him. With no money, she'd been sleeping in the trees as though she was actually back in Neverland. It wasn't that hard to steal food and clothes around this place either when you were as good at faking the whole innocent girl act as Jane was.
Currently, Jane was trying to come to terms with the fact that Colin might have been Pan. If that was the case, she had to figure out a way to make him remember who he was. She needed answers out of him. She needed to know why he'd trapped her (or just written her disappearance off) for so many years. She just wasn't sure how to accomplish this all in a strange new world like this one. So, instead, she sat in Granny's dinner at the bar with her face flat against the table as she groaned. Her whole existence in this world felt pathetic. She'd stolen a few dollars out of a man's wallet on the street, but it had only been enough to buy her a glass of orange juice.
Sighing, she picked her head up from the table and took another drink. This all felt hopeless, but she'd find a way.
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