Wendy picked up an mp3 and pocketed it as she continued to look around, walking around a desk in the corner, only half listening to what Nibs had to say.
Until he mentioned people were still in the house.
“Whatthefuckiswrongwithyou?!” she whispered to him harshly, nearly tripping over the desk chair, managing to make herself stable against the desktop. She scowled at Nibs with a shake of her head and started going through the drawers of the desk, looking through papers.
Nibs turned around and looked at Wendy when she hissed at him and raised an eyebrow. “Nothing’s wrong with me,” he replied, “I just like the idea of people sleeping whilst I take their shit,” he shrugged a shoulder, “It’s no big deal.”
He turned around and picked up a few bits of spare change on top of the table before looking back at her.
“You know I did tell you not to come along, but you didn’t listen. You’re here now, deal with it. Besides, you’re not going to get into trouble.”
I know I am not the most active person in the world, but, where’s everyone else?
We need to do something about this.
ooc: I agree. I’m attributing some of it to the holidays winding down, plus it being a crazy time at most schools.
But yeah! More activeness would be fab!
OOC; Yeah yesterday I went Christmas shopping with my Mom and didnt’ get in til late so I just went to bed and slept, and today is tuesday so it’s my busy day with rehesarsals and pantomime rehearsals, tomorrow I’ve got cubs after school but I’ll be on after and then I’ve got free time thursday and friday. XD ooc life is getting very hectic atm. D;
The air in the house felt uneasy and distinctly different from the night air outside. Wendy popped up the collar of her jacket, almost as if she were trying to hide herself from it.
“What am I looking for?” she asked as she caught the gloves and slid them onto her hands. She wriggled her fingers around in the black things and smiled smugly to herself.
She started to poke around the living room, taking light and delicate steps, but still difficult to mask in her clunky boots. She looked over to watch Nibs, and attempted to copy whatever he was doing.
Nibs looked over to Wendy as she asked her question and chuckled under his breath - she really was a newbie.
"Whatever you want, just make it small and preferably expensive. Something that somebody would want to buy." He replied, grabbing the iPhone that was sitting on a cupboard next to a lamp.
People should learn to not leave their stuff behind.
"But whatever you do, keep as quiet as you can. There are people sleeping upstairs," It was more of a thrill when they were asleep, but it was so dangerous as well. You never knew who’s house you were breaking into.
Wendy grinned triumphantly as he gave his consent. If you didn’t have any dust, breaking the law was the most fun you could have. And Nibs was probably the person who would be the most fun to do it with.
She bent over and grabbed his bag, lifting and hoisting it through the window. “Fuck, that’s heavy.” she whispered as she pushed it to him through the window.
She rubbed her hands on her jeans a moment before grabbing his hands, lifting one foot against the side of the house to lift herself, then against the lift her other leg onto the windowsill,ducking under the windowpane and emerging into the house.
"No, you’re just not strong," He whispered his reply, grinning at her before helping her through the window and then closing it behind them when they were done. Getting out would be easier because they could just open the door and go. He didn’t really care about people knowing that he’d been there, as long as they didn’t find out who he was.
Nibs knew that he was going to end up regretting letting Wendy come with him, but what was done was done and it’d be an adventure all the same. He lived by having no regrets mostly but this time felt a little different - it did the moment he struggled to open the lock on the door. It had even been easier to get into the Darling’s house.
No, there was definitely something fishy going on here.
"Uh, just, look around and stuff." He bent down and unzipped his bag before tossing Wendy a pair of gloves, similar to the ones he was wearing, "put those on. Stops you from getting fingerprints everywhere."
“Oh, please.” she snorted. “If I’m going to get myself killed I might as well have some fun while I’m doing it.”
She already had doing dust, fucking NIbs, fucking Peter. Having feelings for Peter. The fucking could probably been forgiven easily, but feelings? She also knew about Tink, and if she exposed her father for that then she would be closer to dead than what she’d ever wanted.
“Besides,” she added, moving closer to him as he pried the window open. “My dad hires you to do this. Shouldn’t I be complimented on wanting to learn the ropes of the business?” she smiled at him charmingly. “Besides, are you even going to be able to fit in that window?”
Wendy was right again. Nibs was a dead man if George so much found out that he’d fucked his daughter, and he always found stuff out eventually - it was only a matter of time before someone slipped a comment out in public and it got back to him. He counted every single day as his last… it was what you had to do when you were in this business.
"Not really," Nibs chuckled, taking a firm hold of the window with one hand, getting himself ready to get through, "and yes, I can fit through a window. You’d be surprised what I’ve managed to get myself through."
He knew it was no use in trying to get Wendy to stay away, because she was stubborn and she would carry on being insistent about it.
Nibs managed to wriggle through the window in a minute or two, before landing swiftly on his feet and turning to Wendy.
"Fine, c’mon, but be quiet and hand me my stuff first." He whispered now, holding out his hands so he could help her through. This was a bad idea… this was such a bad idea.
Wendy raised her eyebrows teasingly. “Oo, am I distracting you?” she said in a playful voice, moving her face closer to his and bounced on her toes, they way you would to annoy someone.
Looked around as he did, peering around the sides of the house,spotting the window almost immediately after he had mentioned it.
She crossed her arms and looked back at him with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “It’s funny how you talk to me like I’ll listen.”
He had to laugh and roll his eyes at her, shaking his head. Of course, she’d do everything in her power to do exactly what he didn’t want - it was just how Wendy worked.
"And you should listen. You know if you get into trouble and you’ve been with me I’ll be the one in the shit with your Daddy dearest. And I cause a lot of trouble," he smirked, beginning to attempt to prize the window open - it was seemingly a lot easier than the door had been. Noisier, yes, but they were just having a near enough normal conversation now and it seemed that the family inside were seriously passed out asleep.
"So no coming inside, okay?" Nibs wasn’t usually one for rules - unless there was ways to break them - but he really didn’t fancy getting into anymore trouble with George because his life pretty much depended on him not finding out what shit he’d done in the past… and if he ever did, then Nibs knew his head would be on the line and there would be a bullet waiting to be emptied into his skull.
“Wouldn’t have fucked a sixteen year old, I hope.” she replied cooly. “Even you aren’t that perverted. Or desperate.” she added as she looked down at him and watched him try the lock.
She liked Nibs, always had, kind of. She appreciated his ability to treat her normally. She wrinkled her mouth the the side a moment as she thought. She hoped he hadn’t told Peter about their brief tryst. She almost wondered if Peter would even care, or if Nibs felt any guilt.
“You’re stuck.” she concluded as she continued to watch him. “If you weren’t stuck you would be in by now.”
Nibs didn’t reply to her comment, he just stayed where he was and smirked a little. Of course he wouldn’t, Wendy was right, but he didn’t let her know that. It was fun to string her along a little.
"I’m not stuck," he replied finally, glancing up at Wendy who was still watching him, "I’m distracted."
After another minute or so he placed them back down again and stood up, putting his hands on his hips as he frowned, looking around at the house for another way in.
Then he saw one, and he grinned. "Right I’m going through the window," He said, moving towards the bay window that was the perfect entrance into the living room that no doubt had some good stuff in it. Getting through the window would be a squeeze but he knew he’d do it.
“I don’t have a bedtime.” Wendy snorted, crossing her arms and leaning back against the chain link fence,biting the corner of her lip in a small and knowing grin.
There was nothing with Nibs. If anything, he was the closest thing she had to a childhood friend. Even if the first time they met was him breaking into her bedroom. Sure they’d kissed, but who hadn’t kissed Nibs? And they’d had sex, but Wendy didn’t remember much about that either. Except that it’d been good.
“I’m not doing anything. Just out for a walk to clear my head.” she replied slowly, trying not to put any emotion that he could find into her voice. “So, what you’re saying, is that you’re stuck?” she chuckled softly, walking to the moonlight and up the steps of the porch, kneeling to inspect the lock on the door.
Nibs grinned at Wendy, shrugging a shoulder. It was weird how much she’d grown up and matured since he’d met her, but he was impressed too. It was nice to be a little friendlier with someone other than Peter, because most of the time he just insulted or got insulted, even though it was just for some laughs. But him and Wendy… he felt like he could almost be himself around her. Almost.
"Right, you’re like what, sixteen?" He joked, turning around to begin picking the lock again, "you shouldn’t be around here anyway. If someone catches you I’m the one that’s going to be in the shit, not you." But he didn’t make her go away, in fact, he quite enjoyed Wendy’s company every now and then, "and no, I am not stuck.”
He budged a little out of the way so Wendy could look but still continued to work at the lock, “buggers must’ve got some kind of stupidly good lock. Or they’ve got the fuckin’ key in the other side of the door at a certain angle. Dammit.”
It had been hard to even stay in her own room. There was a reason that she had never let anyone in there before. It had been her place. An oasis, so to speak, that no matter what happened in the outside world, she could go into that room and be anyone that she’d wanted. That room wasn’t anyones but Wendy’s. No one else could lay a claim to it, because no one else had ever been there.
She supposed it had been her own fault, letting him in there. For fuck sake, she had asked him, practically begged him, to come in and stay.
And she had gotten scared. It had been days since Wendy had even looked at Peter, let alone spoken to him. Now she saw Peter in every inch of the white bedroom, and she could barely stand it.
She had gone out for a walk now, in the middle of the night. Just jeans and a leather jacket and no makeup. She had no plans of going anywhere. She just wanted to walk herself into a coma.
That was, until she had seen Nibs sneaking around. She had decided to watch him, always intrigued by the way he moved when he worked.
When he spoke to her, noticed her watching, she couldn’t help but smirk. She had always thought he was a lot more observant.
“Having some troubles there?” she replied to him as she remained in the shadows.
It was a few moments before Nibs heard a reply, and he chuckled a little when he heard who it was. Nothing to be alarmed of, really because it was only Wendy.
“Shouldn’t you be at home? Isn’t it way past your bedtime, baby Bird?” Nibs asked, sitting down on the front step of the house in the porch, his eyes on where he heard the noise coming from. It was like she didn’t want to be seen or something.
Nibs and Wendy were somewhat close, although they were close as best friends; they got along and that was that – there were some jokes and comments passed to one another and they’d kissed and done the unforgiveable but that was that; no real feelings of affection.
“Or are you being a naughty little rebel again?” He raised an eyebrow and scuffed his heel against the floor in slight frustration, knowing that she’d probably just seen him struggle with the lock. It seemed that the family had probably heard about houses getting broken into and had decided to install a better locking system – much to the frustration of Nibs.
“Actually, I’m not having much of a struggle… I’m taking a break,” He was too proud to admit that he was stuck, and he knew that he’d get it eventually, it just needed a bit of a fiddle and he had all night to work on it so there was really no rush apart from the fact he just wanted to get inside and take whatever he could.
Things had been considerably quiet in Neverland and it wasn’t something that Nibs particularly enjoyed. He wanted fun and excitement and adventure, and he was going to get it no matter what. He’d started taking bigger risks to get adrenaline rushes, and right now his latest catch was breaking into peoples’ houses whilst they slept to steal stuff.
That required skills that he had – he had to be sneaky and as quiet as a mouse without even breathing, or breaking anything. It was good fun, really, and he was always great at hiding or running away if he ever got caught.
Breaking in was easy enough too, all he had to do was pick the lock and he’d be in – simple, really. So why was this lock so damn hard to get open?
With a frustrated sigh, Nibs placed his ‘equipment’ on the floor and flexed his now aching fingers; he’d been working at the lock for a few minutes and the tension wasn’t doing too well for him… a sign that some people would say meant it was time to quit whilst he was ahead. No – Nibs would never do that… Over his dead body.
There was something else, too… he felt like someone was watching him, but he’d checked before he started to work on the lock and he’d looked around every so often, so how could somebody be watching him? He bit his lip and stood up, looking around with his eyes narrowed.
“Show yourself,” he demanded with a mutter, glancing around him at possible places where somebody could be hiding without him being able to see.
It was just another ordinary day for Nathan Jones, who was infamously known as Nibs. He’d woken up in goodness knows where, somehow managed to drag his carcass back to the Lost Boys shared apartment, got showered and dressed and headed out again.
And he ended up just where he’d been the night before.
The Green Fairy was closed at this time in the morning, Nibs knew that, but it didn’t stop him from knocking rather loudly on the entrance door until he got let in. He grinned as he saw it was Mary who was standing there, and he let himself in, sliding his slim body past hers without any effort.
“I know, I know, it’s way too early for me to be here right now but whatever, I had nothing else to do,” He shrugged, still a little drunk from the night before because when it came to drinking, he drank a lot. Stumbling a little over his feet, Nibs found his way to a bar stool and turned around to face Mary again.
“And that look on your face doesn’t really say ‘welcome’, does it?” He pouted playfully before laughing, and jumping from his stool again, “so, Madame Darling, did you have a successful night last night? I’m sure my money contributed quite a bit to the takings, with whatever the fuck I drank?”