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Mad Sweeney (i_haveahoard) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-02-13 18:01:00

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Gaining the Upper Hand [Jeannie]
It had taken some work, the notion that formed in the leprechaun's head. He admitted he was curious as to the way the City had kept the Djinn away from him, since they had a stint there where it felt like that infernal woman was everywhere he went. Always, as she tended to do, interfering with his day-to-day activities. And she was horribly judgmental. Not to mention ungrateful. Just when he was trying to take the high road, be the better person and make sure she got to safety... she acted out against him again.

If Sweeney didn't know better, he'd have thought Jeannie liked him. Isn't that what what parents always told their children? That the opposite sex only picked on you when they liked you?

Well if that was the case, Little Miss Harem Pants was in for a rude awakening. He was out of her league and, if he was honest, she was not his type. Sure she was a pretty little thing. But she had the devil in her, it seemed. Between the squirrels.. and turning him into a dog, and raining beer... and yeah.. the list went on. What had he ever done to her, other than an insult or two?

Really, after all she'd put him through, it was time he got even. Considering she had turned him into a puntable at one time and carried him around like he was her pet, well... this was only fair.

Now, if there was one thing Sweeney knew about Djinn, was that they tended to be curious. Well, most individuals were... but those of a 'special' nature -like himself, tended toward curiosity more when it came to things they didn't understand. Came with the extended life-span. And if there was one thing he knew about women, it was that they seemed to like shiny things.

The formulation of the plan was the tricky thing. He had to get a handle on her, show her he wasn't to be trifled with, and that required gaining the upper hand. Which would only work if he had her captive in some way. He had a plan, or the beginnings of a plan. It required a trip to the store to find something cheap and shiny. Which he did.

Fresh from the store, Sweeney was strolling through the park, spring-cap topped bottle of imported beer in hand, cigarette in the other and a bit of shiny in his pocket. He paused to sit on the bench and sip at his beer. Alternating between beer and cigarette, he struggled to think of a way to actually get control of her. That was seriously going to be the tricky part. Because in order to set a trap for a Djinn, he'd have to get her attention in some way.

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i_blink
2012-02-16 06:57 pm UTC (link)

At heart, Jeannie was a romantic. A dyed-in-the-wool, true-love-believing, happily-ever-after-seeking romantic. It was a bit abnormal for her sort to be so starry-eyed, especially as long-lived as djinn were. Many of her fellow genies were more than a little jaded. Privately, Jeannie thought that might be why they sometimes were not as nice as they should be. Except for her sister, who was like that just because she was nasty.

But Jeannie herself loved the idea of love. And she believed in the power of love at first sight. That was what had happened when she met Major Nelson, and though it had been a very long time since she had seen him, and though she had a very wonderful new master and new life, she still missed him terribly. That was what love was supposed to do though. It was supposed to take root in your heart. If it did not, then why bother at all? To her, real love was worth risking everything.

So she adored the holiday of Valentine's Day. While she did not understand what a decapitated saint had to do with love and romance, she was all for celebrating the end result. Besides, was there anything better than getting flowers and chocolates from a handsome man? Jeannie thought it was just wonderful! And though she did not expect anything like that for herself this year, she thought every couple should get the chance to truly celebrate their devotion to one another, whether it was only a few days old, or years and years in the making. This was her absolute favorite holiday.

After all, there was pink everywhere.

She had been spending the day looking for things to make her master's cabin more festive, even though she did not think he would really celebrate it. And in the process, she had been able to help several young men and women towards true love. It was very gratifying. At one point, she had considered donning a pair of wings and blinking herself a bow and arrows, but decided that might be going overboard. Instead, she had been managing to help people find the right flowers or gifts, or arrange the perfect romantic evening. Quietly, of course. She had no problem in tooting her own horn when she did something especially helpful, but this holiday should be about the couples, so she tried to stay in the background.

Having just finished rearranging the restervations at a very nice restaurant to accomodate several more couples, Jeannie decided her next stop should be a florists. They could probably use a lot of help because of all the orders they must have. She could make sure they got done and that there were enough flowers for everybody that wanted them. Though the City had a habit of changing itself, she was certain if she just cut across the park, she would find one on the other side. Optimism had never been a failing for Jeannie.

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i_haveahoard
2012-02-26 07:37 pm UTC (link)

He had been brainstorming and was running dry on ideas. Sweeney knew the second the the Djinn saw him, she would be on guard and not trust anything around him. Not that he'd ever proven himself to not be trustworthy, but that's how she was. Which was just ridiculous, she started this stupid war between them and then tried to peg it on him. Wasn't it just like a woman to start trouble then claim no responsibility for it? It so was.

The leprechaun was jerked abruptly out of his thoughts on the matter when he spied some pink heading toward him. He knew of exactly one person in this City to sport Barbie pink with any degree of frequency and he wasn't ready. He needed something to trap her in and quickly. With the bottle of beer at his lips, pouring the import into his mouth, his eyes looked down. He had a bottle. One with an attached stopper.

Bonus!

Sweeney had to move quickly. If she saw him, it was over. He drained what he thought was what remained in the bottle, leaving the usual small amount of beer at the bottom. No one ever seemed to really get the bottles completely empty.

Looking then at his cigarette, he dropped that in the bottle, extinguishing it with what remained in the bottom and then fished around in his pocket for the small piece of shiny he had picked up. It wasn't anything spectacular. It was just a ring.... but, it was definitely shiny. He tried to drop that in as well, in an enticement for her to go into said bottle, but the trouble was that it was about the same size as the opening.

He made a fist over the neck of the bottle, put the ring on the lip and applying a little magic, some careful positioning and the force of a long, meaty finger... Sweeney dropped it within.

Now, he needed to hide. There wasn't much for places for someone of his size to hide in the park, but he was going to give it whirl. Leaving the bottle on the bench, he darted behind the nearest tree to watch and wait.... and pray to God, Wednesday... whomever, that this would work.

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i_blink
2012-03-01 09:47 pm UTC (link)

With her hands clasped behind her back, Jeannie literally strolled through the park, looking for couples that might need her help. Or lonely people that might want to be part of a couple. Or whoever she could aid. But really, it was mostly couples she had her sights set upon.

The park was such a lovely setting, she really had expected to find more people in it. Having picnics, perhaps, or taking a walk while holding hands, something romantic. It was Valentine's Day! But the park was remarkably empty, and Jeannie could not help but feel disappointment. Maybe she should try closer to the florist shops. That would be an excellent place to look for young lovers that needed some help. Everybody went to the florist this time of year. Yes, that was a good plan.

But she could not resist a last glance around at the surprisingly deserted park. And when she looked, she noticed something that might be the cause of the lack of people. There was litter. All over the place. A crumpled newspaper over there. Cigarette butts stomped out on the pavement. Broken beer bottles. Pieces of plastic packaging. No wonder people were not here! It was filthy!

Well! She could fix that! Lifting her arms, she crossed them at chest level, spread her legs slightly for a better stance, then gave a sharp nod accompanied by a firm blink. And just like that, things were put into motion. The trash did not simply disappear, it began a slow dance through the air and across the ground to deposit itself, bit by bit, into the trash cans around the park. All over the park, little pieces of garbage were moving, cleaning up the area, making it an ideal place for people to visit again.

Jeannie smiled, very pleased with herself. How many people had she just helped by making the area pretty again? So many! Oh they would all be so happy! The smile turned into a full grin, and she did a little dance while she squealed, her pony tail swinging wildly. This was wonderful! Wait until she told her master.

She was about to move on, to find a florist as she had planned, when a tinkling sound grabbed her attention. Turning to look, Jeannie at first could not place the noise. Then she realized, it was coming from inside a bottle. A beer bottle that was floating along in a bobbing fashion toward a trash can to her left. Jeannie moved closer, and when she did so, she saw a flash of something shiny from within.

It only took a second for her arm to snake forward and snag the bottle from its dancing path. She shook it, listening to the distinct rattle, before setting her eye close to the mouth of the bottle to peer inside. Then she let out an exclamation. “Oh! There is a ring!”

Someone must have lost the engagement ring they were going to use to propose! Oh that was so sad! Jeannie had to help. She turned the bottle over to dump the ring out, ending up with a palm full of gritty liquid. A quick sniff told her it was beer and cigarette ashes. Jeannie wrinkled up her nose, but she did not give up, shaking the bottle to try to dislodge the ring. She needed to get it out!

After several minutes, the genie stopped, on hand on her hip as she frowned at the frustrating bottle that would not give her what she wanted. She stamped a foot in irritation. “Ooo. I am just going to have to go in and get it,” she said aloud, though she was speaking only to herself. “A person cannot propose without a ring.”

Though it was not a natural inclination for a djinn to put themselves into an enclosed area, a genie had to do what a genie had to do. So she set the bottle on the pavement, and crossing her arms again, she turned herself into a plume of pink smoke that very easily slipped into the neck of the beer bottle. Once inside, she reformed and grabbed the ring. She just had to concentrate a bit more to turn the ring to smoke along with the rest of her and then she could just get it right out. And none too soon. The beer and cigarette smell was far more potent inside the bottle, standing next to a butt that was half her current size. Depsite her hurry to leave the current location, Jeannie still wrinkled up her nose and said loudly, “EW!”

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i_haveahoard
2012-03-13 05:41 pm UTC (link)

Sweeney peered from around a tree in shock. It couldn't have been that easy, could it? At first he had thought she was going to throw the bottle out. Then he watched her snatch it and shake it furiously. She'd never get that ring out just by shaking it. He was sure of it. Then she set the bottle down and in she went!

Far too easy. There had to be a catch. Maybe she saw him and this was a trick.

Regardless, the leprechaun ran toward the bottle, long legs taking larger than natural strides and closing the distance both quickly and easily. He had to get there soon enough to close it before she got back out. Even if it didn't last long, he had to try.

Reaching the bottle, slid to a stop, landing on his knees and taking his large hands and quickly putting the cap and latch in place. HA-ha! Sealed. Sweeney had done it! He had captured that infernal djinn!.

Picking up the bottle, he stood and danced around happily, not caring if he was jarring her all over the place.

“Ha! I got you. I got you!” he said, stopping in his dance and bringing his face close to the glass to try to confirm that he did catch her. It was possible she had gotten out and he was showboating for nothing. But Sweeney was feeling confident. And pleased.

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i_blink
2012-03-22 07:43 pm UTC (link)

Jeannie had just gotten both hands on the ring-- it took both hands, given the size she was currently-- when the whole world suddenly shifted, throwing her against the side of the bottle. No. It wasn't the world that shifted. It was the bottle! She had to get out NOW, before--

But it was already too late. A stopper was placed over the opening she had so easily slipped in through. There was not going to be any getting out. At least not any time soon. Truthfully, Jeannie was not so certain even when the bottle was opened that she would be able to get out. She was being battered!

As the bottle shook about, so did the contents. That included not only the djinn, and a disgusting mix of cigarette ashes and beer backwash, but also the cigarette butt and a diamond ring. The ring rang loudly against the glass as it struck the sides, then rebounded back to smack into the djinn. It hit her in the head, the side, the legs. Less hard, but no less of a problem, the cigarette butt buffeted her as well, so that Jeannie could not get her legs under her at all.

Finally, the bottle stopped moving, and the genie shook her head trying to get the dizziness to cease. She felt like she had been through a very bad monsoon; she was bruised and beat up, and wet and gritty. None of those things made her happy. But when she saw who was holding her bottle, she was downright furious.

“Subhine Geilt!” She stamped her foot, making a little splash in the beer. It was not satisfying enough, so she beat her tiny fist against the side of the bottle. “You let me out of here right now! You... you... you LEPRECHAUN!”

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i_haveahoard
2012-03-30 09:59 pm UTC (link)

He laughed joyously. Oh, he'd caught her alright and she was pissed off. Perfect. She was also filthy from the contents in the bottle. Good, she deserved every filthy moment of it. “Abso-fuckin-lutely not. Babe, if you think for one fucken minute that I'm going to just let you out, you've got no brains at all in that head of yours.” He gave her a cheeky grin. “Either that or your pony tail is a bit too tight.

Sweeney started dancing around again. “I got you, I got you... and you can't turn me into anything from in there.” At least he thought she couldn't. It didn't really work that way, did it? Truthfully, the leprechaun didn't know. He'd just always assumed.

Shaking the bottle a bit, he stopped dancing and brought his face real close. “How do you like my gift?Got your attention didn't it? Oh, I knew something shiny would grab your interest.”

He had been so certain of that he had been willing to take a gamble and shove it into the bottle to begin with. “You should know,” he said, waggling a meaty finger at her, “that particular piece of shiny seriously cut into my whiskey budget. But I've got you trapped and it's all worth it.”

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