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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
2009-03-21 01:33 am UTC (link)

"She speaks!" Tink exclaimed in the Good Queen's English, eyes wide. She spoke both English and Fairy, though her English was a bit lacking. Tink was impossibly naive, and though she knew many words, there were many concepts that were missing from her vocabulary. Still, she was mostly shocked that this strange woman even spoke English. Adults seemed to speak some bastardized dialect of the language, full of words like "stocks" and "salary" and "cost". Made no bloody sense at all.

Typically graceful, she was too distracted to react before the woman moved her head. "Ack!" she cried, tumbling forward. She somersaulted forward, tumbling up over her eyes and forehead, before falling off her head. Her wings took over, though, and she fluttered up, flying in circles. Her glow turned a brilliant red, and she darted forward and back before hovering above the woman, looking down at her. "You stupid ass!" It was one of her favorite sayings in the whole world, the first English phrase that she had learned. Darting off, she jingled loudly in Fairy. The sound was beautiful to people who didn't know that it was a language.

She seated herself on a low hanging branch, blue eyes glaring down at the woman. Her arms were crossed over her chest. "You could have hurt me! Or mussed my hair!" She should have been thankful that Martha's first instinct was not to squash her like a bug. This, however, was beyond the scope of Tink's current rage.

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properdoctor
2009-03-21 01:45 am UTC (link)

Martha could have said the same to the little fairy about speaking. And proper English at that and if she was going by accents maybe that meant they were still in England.

Before she could say anything else though, she watched-sort of (it’s hard to watch some one smaller then a ruler flip arse over teakettle on your face)- the little woman flip and tumble. Lucky for Martha the fairy hadn’t plunged a flailing hand into her eye ball and blinded her. Martha sat up and turned slightly to look for her. Her head disagreed with the quick movement but she ignored it.

The little fairy was the most strange shade of red. Everywhere. Martha tried not to smile when she got called ‘stupid ass’ because really of all the things to get called, although 'stupid ass' might be the only thing she understood because the fairy seemed to be going on in her own language, one that Martha couldn't help but smile at hearing it. She watched the woman flutter around her complaining about being hurt or worse it seemed her hair ruined.

“I am terribly sorry.” Martha said, holding out her hand offering a hand shake or a perch. “I didn’t mean to frighten you…” Martha avoided saying that if the fairy hadn’t been on her nose, none of it wouldn’t happened, because well, honestly there was a fairy in front of her.

“My name is Martha Jones, and who might you be?”

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tink_says
2009-03-21 02:06 am UTC (link)

That smile probably saved Martha's life! Or, well, probably not. There wasn't a whole lot that Tink could have done to her. It probably had saved her the wrath of a five inch woman, though, which was always a good thing. Lucky for the Martha Jones, fairies were so small that they could only contain one emotion at a time inside of their tiny bodies. Thus, their anger was never tempered with compassion, and they never really experienced ambivalence. They were straightforward. Tink had an ego, and she loved being right, and she loved being complimented. Martha's apology had negated any ill that the woman had done. It confirmed that she had a right to be angry, that the other woman was sorry for making her angry, and conceded that she was superior. Or that's how it worked in the fairy's brain.

Her glow turned golden again, and she giggled, flying down from the branch that she was seated on. She hovered in front of Martha's face for a moment, wrinkling her nose. Smiling, she reached out, tapping Martha's nose ever so slightly. It was an easily accessible part of the face, and seemingly inoffensive. That was why Tink chose to interact with people's noses so often.

"You didn't frighten me," she scoffed, nose still wrinkled, giggling faintly. "But I still accept your apology. It's okay. Really, though, you must be careful. You're so much bigger than me. I'm delicate and fragile, like a flower. Please, do take care not to seriously injure me. It doesn't take much."

Fluttering down to Martha's hand, she stood in her palm, curtsying politely. "My name is Tinker Bell. 'allo, Martha Jones. That's a strange name, isn't it? You and the Wendy introduce yourself in much the same way. She was Wendy Darling, though Peter and the boys like...d...to call her The Wendy." Taking a seat in her hand, sitting Indian style, she held her ankles, knees flapping a little bit. "You're the biggest human that I've ever seen. How old are you, fourteen? The Wendy was twelve, and she was smaller than you, but humans grow at exponential rates. The Wendy, though, was the biggest one I'd seen until you. You're gigantic!"

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