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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 02:42 am UTC (link)

Tink was wonderfully delighted. This human, her human, in theory, as she had found her, was actually an all right sort. Some humans, like The Wendy, were positively wretched. They did not know how to pay homage to their betters, nor did they even acknowledge that they had betters! The Martha, however, was polite, eloquent, and seemed to see Tink in all her glory. How could she not like her?

Laughing, she flopped onto her back. Her wings were soft against Martha's hand. She shook her head, shaking a hand at Martha. "Please, no Ms. That's a human thing. I'm not incredibly particular about how I'm called. Tinkerbell, Tink, Bell, it doesn't matter. Whatever feels right. I know when I'm being spoken about or spoken to." She paused. She was curious, and, as she liked The Martha, she'd try to be polite. "Do you prefer to be called Ms. Martha Jones?" That was a mouthful. She would continue to call The Martha, if she called her anything, simply Martha. It was easier. If she was in peril, how would she manage to blurt out Ms. Martha Jones? The logic was unsound.

"Tinker Bell is not that strange when you stop to break it down. A tinker is one who mends pots. That was my job, when I lived in Pixie Hollow. I'm fairly good at it, but work is for... commoners." She rolled her eyes. Yuck. Common people. "I, on the other hand, am far better at adventuring and making mischief than I ever was at mending pots. Regardless, I received the first part of my name due to occupation. At least they didn't name me after a color or a flower. That, too, is impossibly and grotesquely common. Bell was given to me because of my beautiful voice." She paused. To demonstrate, Tink began speaking in Fairy for a few moments. Her voice was lovely, the sound of jingling bells of many sorts, each word and tone slightly different. It was music. "They say my voice is so lovely that even my morning greeting in passing sounds like music." She giggled, stretching out on her side in Martha's hand. "Hence, the name Tinker Bell. All Fairy names are descriptive in nature. What does a Martha Jones describe? It is not a bad name, just long and lacking in melody. Plenty of harmony, though."

Twenty-four. The notion was a bit strange. Tink did not know how old, exactly, she was. She suspected that she was probably much older than twenty-four human years; it had been a long, long time since Peter was a baby. Still, twenty-four seemed ancient. "Ah, so you are an adult. Why are you speaking a language I can understand, then? Why aren't you talking about 'medicine' and 'finances' and 'work' and 'making ends meet'? I've never heard an adult I can actually comprehend bef-"

The raindrop was quite, quite large. Glancing over at it and then up at the sky, she gasped. "Rain! Ack! We most certainly are not in the Neverland. It hardly ever rains there, and we at least have fair warning." Darting away from her companion, she fluttered into the trees. A moment later she came back with two sturdy leaves that were shaped like an L. She held one over her own head like an umbrella and attempted to do the same for Martha. "Drat. It seems to be a bit small for you," she huffed. Tink fluttered nervously. "I don't like rain. If my wings get wet, I have trouble flying. If it gets too hard it can hurt me."

"I have no idea where we are. I remember laying down to die because Peter had completely forgotten me and my life force was wearing thin. Then, I closed my eyes. Then, I was cold! And I woke up here." She seated herself on Martha's shoulder. "What are we going to do?" she mumbled. "I don't see any shelter." Her voice, though a little concerned, was filled with strange bright excitement. "This is an awfully interesting adventure..."

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properdoctor
2009-03-21 03:07 am UTC (link)

In truth Martha was finally getting over the shock of holding a fairy in her hand. She watched her smiling, as Tinker Bell flopped back and laughed. Her laughter reminded Martha of something, when she was a little girl, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Tinker Bells soft wings pressed against her hand, making her think of velvet but lighter. Like silky gauze. Martha knew it was rude to stare but fai-Tinker Bell was just amazing to her.

“Alright then, how’s Tink?” Martha grinned at her, “Nah, Ms. Martha Jones is a mouthful-your right- just Martha will do for me. My little brother Leo called me Minnie for awhile.” She smiled again. “But that’s when he was a little boy.”

Listing at Tink told her what her name meant, Martha had to smile. She wasn’t holding Royalty by blood, but maybe everything but that. Pixie Hollow, maybe that was the name of her planet? Martha filed the information away for a later date. “I have no doubt you are an excellent Mischief maker Tink.” She did laugh when Tink showed her detest for the common things. Martha listened as the woman rambled something off in Fairy, and it was a beautiful language. “That’s lovely, Tink. You were indeed named well.”

“I’m afraid a name isn’t nearly as important to humans as it is to Fairies. Martha means ‘Lady’ though.” She shrugged a bit. “Which I suppose I am. So Martha…would describe, me, I guess.” She was surprised to hear that Tink thought her name had harmony, it made her smile on the inside a little. “’M not sure what Jones means though.”

“Well, I can talk like an ‘adult’” Martha frowned for a moment “I’ve got bills to pay and hospital needs me on call for tomorrow as well as finding another apartment so I can try and fit my things in there and I should buy more crisps.” When she strung it all together like that it did sound a bit silly. “I’m actually a Doctor, so I talk like an ‘adult’ a lot at work.”

Martha watched in dismay, one eyebrow raised as Tink set off in the woods and came whizzing back with two leaves. “Well always rains in London with out warning so we might be there. Thanks for trying anyway” she nodded at the leaf. The rain was starting to fall just a bit steadier. “Here you can hop in my breast pocket if you like, it should help.” Martha help the pocket on her jacket open to show her.

“I’m not all that fond of rain either.” She shivered as the wind whipped through the trees. “We’ll look for shelter, you ride on me, it’ll be safer and faster for you.” Martha was scanning the area when her eyes landed on a wooden box not to far from their feet. “Hang on.” She warned before stooping down too pick the two boxes up. “One must be for you.”

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tink_says
2009-03-22 01:02 am UTC (link)

Still disappointed that her brilliant attempt at getting Martha an umbrella had failed, the fairy nodded and looked up at her. "It will help, riding in your pocket. All of your points are very true, though I'm never in danger. There's nothing that hunts fairies. I'm invincible. Definitely, though, this method of travel will be faster. Me falling out of the sky doesn't help anybody. Normally I don't like to do such a thing, but I think the occasion merits such a response. Maybe I'll come to like it. I do love flying, though."

Hopping down from Martha's shoulder, Tink held tight to the front of her shirt. She looked like a miniature mountain climber. When she was in sight of the pocket, just a few inches above the mouth of it, she let go with a little yelp, freefalling into the abyss. She landed in the bottom of the pocket with a little 'oomph,' struggling to find the opening once more. One arm popped up, followed by a ponytail and a second arm. Her head broke the surface last. Inhaling deeply, a bit bug eyed, she breathed hard. It had been quite the adventure. Adult type humans had very deep pockets.

"What's hospital? And apartment? And crisps? And work? Doctor I know, though. You take care of sick people. We play doctor all the time in Neverland. Whenever one of the Lost Boys is hurt, we tend to play that game. It helps them feel better faster." She looked confused and thoroughly interested. Turning, reclining in Martha's pocket a bit, she looked up at her. "I don't know any of those words. You'll have to explain them to me. I like learning things. It's like playing school."

Tink probably would have gone on and on had her attention not been diverted by the boxes. The idea of shelter was only a minor concern. You only needed shelter if you planned on going home, or getting out of the way. Shelters were not usually conducive to adventures.

"What are those?" she asked, climbing out of the pocket and fluttering down to the box. She stood atop it, pacing back and forth. Her eyes scanned it. Kneeling down, she knocked politely, listening for an answer. It seemed logical to her; no one else seemed to have a better idea.

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