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Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-21 01:13:00

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!complete, day 01, location: gym, martha jones, tinker bell

Day One: Morning
Who: Tinker Bell and Martha Jones
What: Tink and Martha wake up in the woods by the gym and find themselves 1) together and 2) someplace that definitely isn't where they should be.
When: Day One Morning (around 8:30am)
Where: In the woods by the gym
Rating: PG-13 for language and situational implications in pasts
Status: Complete

Things hadn't exactly been going Tinkerbell's way for a while now. If one bothered to ask her when her problems began, she would, most assuredly, tell you that they all started when Peter Pan met Wendy Darling and received a kiss from her. That, surely, had to be the single moment when it all began sliding, with increasing speed, straight down the hill. At that very moment, in fact, she had been locked up in a drawer! Never before had she experienced such an injustice or captivity. They were both unpleasant and unfamiliar. Unfortunately, injustice had become her new found friend. Wendy had stuck around. Her plans to be rid of the Wendy had failed, time and time again, and Peter had even taken to scolding her. Eventually, Peter had to let the Darlings go home. That had seemed like a stroke of luck! They were alone again, and there weren't even lost boys this time. Unfortunately, happiness was not hers for the taking. Peter, within a year, had all but completely forgotten her while she was right there in plain sight.

Nothing killed a fairy faster than being forgotten. It was a beautiful night, the moon was high and all was quiet. Neverland had never been the same after the death of most of the Indians and the execution of all of the Pirates. The Wild Beasts were hungry and had taken to hunting each other instead of hunting the Indians, Peter was flightier and more irritable than ever, and the fairies had full reign over whatever parts of the island they wanted. They mostly kept to Pixie Hollow, but they could wander without impunity. Tink, lonely and sad, had not moved back there. It probably would have been better if she had. As Peter began to forget her, she felt herself getting weaker and weaker. Eventually, this morning, she could no longer go on. She hadn't even said goodbye to Peter; there was no point, as he no longer saw or heard her. She had stretched herself, in some forgotten glade, on a mushroom, closed her eyes, and counted backwards, waiting for death to claim her.

It was chilly. If there was one thing that Tink had heard about the afterlife, if there was one, it was that you weren't really supposed to feel anything.

Her eyes began to flicker open, slowly, as if in disbelief, and she slowly began to realize that she was, somehow, still alive. Sitting up, she found that she was on the ground, laying in some very tall grass, and some gigantic trees were around her. They were not any of the familiar trees, though, so she was probably not where she'd fallen asleep. Her glow, once she was fully awake, began to reactivate itself. It was a pale, heatless, golden halo around her entire body. Standing up, fixing her hair, wanting to look her best if she was not, in fact, dead and there was someone around, she began scanning the area, trying to get her bearings.

"Woah," she said in fairy speak, which sounded, to most, like the jingling of bells. As she looked around, she noticed a dark skinned woman laying on the ground. The woman was huge! Yes, some of the Lost Boys had gotten pretty big (though she'd never figured how it was possible to get tubby off of imaginary food), but this woman was the biggest human she'd ever met. She dwarfed the Wendy. She was terrifying...and vastly fascinating at the same time!

Adjusting her dress, which was green and made of finely stitched leaves with golden accents, she primped and then began marching the vast wastes of ground between herself and the gigantic woman. The sky was ominous, a fitting background for this most excellent adventure, and she stood out against the darkness. Joy was beginning to fill her little heart. She was impossibly excited, and it showed in the brilliant golden glow of her aura. Bell was positively radiant. A hop and she was airborne, gossamer wings fluttering, though her trip was short. She landed, very delicately, on the woman's chest. Odd, it was differently shaped than the Wendy's. It was more like her own wonderfully curvaceous and attractive figure. Human children could seldom claim that. Fascinating, indeed! Walking up her chest, she gently gripped at the woman's chin and climbed up. Her hair blew back in the air from her breathing. Eyes wide, she hopped onto the woman's nose and took a seat, legs crossed, chin resting on her hands. Up close, she didn't look very out of the ordinary. Plain, even. Tink grinned to herself. This woman was acceptable; no way could she compete with her own ethereal beauty.

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tink_says
2009-03-31 01:59 am UTC (link)

"No, not every child gets a fairy friend. In fact, I don't know of a one except for Peter. He escaped from his home when he was only seven hours hold because he heard his adults talking about making him a man one day. So he ran away. He didn't want to become a man. So he never did." And that was that story. She wasn't very good at telling stories.

"Most fairies are stuck up and selfish. They don't like the idea of having to commit to a single person, or place, or idea. That's why relationships, romantic ones, with them are so hard. They're always ready to leave, ready to head out at a moment's notice. That's why simply appreciating each other's beauty in a brief and meaningful moment is more effective for me and my kind. If you pass someone and they catch your eye, why not have relations with them for that one lovely, powerful stretch of time and then be on with it? And, instead of ending up with one person who's going to leave by morning's first lights, why not just be with as many people as you can at once?" She paused, a bit taken aback. "Cuddling? Well, I know what cuddling is, but that's not quite what we call it. Cuddling, for us, is something very different than what I'm talking about. Cuddling implies love and some form of affection. This.. being physical with someone... it doesn't require that. It's more of a compliment than a declaration of love or affection. There are people that you're with, and people that you care about. Sometimes they coincide, but rarely. You'd never get one and the other mixed up."

"Cheat death some more, though, that sounds something like a deal. You need me. You're my human. Wherever would you be without me?" A grin spread across the pale fairy's face. She wrinkled her nose and giggled. "You know, dying is impossibly...common. I'm only average in height. They say that fairies live for a very short time because we are so small, and we simply do not notice because our scope is not so grand. Well, maybe I will continue to be extraordinary. I think that I've just decided to be the fairy who doesn't die. That way I will continue to be around to offer you guidance and assistance for all time. And that will be that. There. It is decided. It cannot be undone."

Kaboom! It was as if the sky had opened up all at once. Something up there felt ironic. As they had walked through the town, strange and new things appearing all around her, all of them new and interesting to study, they had, apparently, ignored the gathering darkness. The conversation was good and was interesting. Therefore, it seemed, that misfortune and rain had followed them.

"Aieeee! Martha! Let's go back to that big building. These ones are scary. At least that one seemed big. We'd be able to hide if anything scary was in that one. I think you called it Jim?" She fluttered her wings, trying to keep them dry. Shifting over on Martha's shoulder, she drew some hair around herself and pressed herself into the woman's neck.

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properdoctor
2009-03-31 06:42 am UTC (link)

Martha was a bit disappointed to find out that hardly any human child got to have a fairy friend. However, it didn’t last long as she allowed herself to be distracted by Tink’s story. “Hang on…Seven hours old? But he couldn’t even walk then!” She chuckled shaking her head.

As Tink went on to describe fairies and they’re lifestyles Martha followed frowning slightly. She still wasn’t exactly sure if Tink was talking about sex or not. However, it did seem as if fairies were flighty creatures by nature, and though Tink was a fairy to the core, Martha couldn’t help but be charmed by her. The novelty of having a fairy around still hadn’t quite worn off for Martha. It made her feel lighter, more playful, then she had in a very long time.

The more the fairy talked, the more curious Martha got. Because it sounded to her, like Tink was talking about fairy orgies and fairy sex. Which some how didn’t mesh well with the child like qualities in her mind. “Wait, are we talking about sex…?” Martha asked hesitantly, afraid she’d just given Tink a new word she’d have to describe. Still, you really couldn’t get cuddling and sex confused. So maybe they were. She gave a small laugh, barely believing that she’d been kidnapped, taken from her home, thrown onto an island-cold and with nothing but that box, next to a fairy, and now she was talking about fairy sex. It was just ludicrous.

At being claimed as Tink’s human Martha felt a strange sort of pride and tenderness. She’d been disappointed to find out she that she’d never had a fairy friend as a child, but now she did. She smiled brightly. “How right you are Ms. Bell.” Martha agreed. “Well…with out you I’d probably be a lot more grown up right now.” Martha laughed.

“Excellent. A fairy that is extraordinary in every way, except height, well then I’m proud to be your Human Tink.” As Tinker Bell made the pact between them, something like childhood ‘best friends for life’ thunder boomed. Martha glanced up at the sky frowning, her jacket had just started to dry out a bit.

“First Lesson of School: ‘Jim’ is spelled G. Y. M. Gym.” Martha said, lifting one hand to cup delicately over Tink, as she started running back to the gym. “We’ll have to try and explore some tomorrow.”

Luckily they hadn’t actually got that far from the gym. Pulling open one of the doors, Martha stepped inside and looked around.. “Well…it’s not too bad.” Indeed, the large open space was disturbing with out bright colors and children’s laughter, but she’d slept in worse places. She could hear the drip of water from not to far away.

“We’ll just have to search around in here and see what we can find. Watch out.” Martha warned, making sure Tink was out of the way before pulling off her jacket. Shaking it out she laid it on the ground with their other things, including the two survival kits. She opened hers and Tinks, laying the socks out to dry, as well as the matches.

Standing she headed off to the side. Laid out like a standard gym, there appeared to be a coaches office to the left, and to the right showers and bathroom stales. “Huh.” Martha headed that way first, turning the water on and holding her hand under it. “Just cold water, too bad.” She commented to Tinker Bell, her voice echoing off the walls.

“Come on, the office’d be the safest place to…stay for now.” She looked up at the second balcony, suddenly tired and wary. There were pamphlets all over the floor too, she knelt and picked one up but the words were blurred and too hard to read. “It’s weird though…cause normally there’d be these…bleachers and there’s not. You can see, there on the wall-“ she pointed the marks out to Tink “where they used to be…”

The office door was jammed, so she pressed her shoulder against it twice before it finally popped open. There was carpet in there, but nothing else. Unless you counted the water stain at the corner, and Martha wasn’t. There was a large glass window, facing the doors and the rest of the gym, so that was a plus. Martha went back and grabbed their few things, placing them on the floor in the Office. She pressed her hand against her lips as a yawn forced it’s way out.

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tink_says
2009-04-03 12:38 am UTC (link)

The thing about fairies was that when they were tired, they absolutely crashed. The day had been overwhelmingly eventful already, and though it was not night, Tink was incredibly sleepy. She had only mumbled little responses to Martha's questions, not ever really giving her a definite answer. It was the quietest she had been, perhaps, all day.

By the time Martha reached the office, Tinker's light was out and she was draped, literally, over the woman's shoulder. She was still breathing, her chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm, so she was still alive, just sleeping. Apparently a fairy's light went out only when they fell asleep, and they only slept when they were truly tired.

Tink's slumber indicated her consent that the gym's office was a wonderful place to stay...for now.

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