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Tweak says, "grandma rules!"

Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-14 11:06:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, day 04, experiment, location: detention cell, npc, shizuka domeki, tinker bell

Who: Tinker Bell & Shizuka Domeki
What: Experimentation!
When: Sometime after waking up, pro'lly mid morning based off of Tink's internal clock, though it's impossible to tell at this point
Where: A sealed cell with no windows, no doors, and water slowly leaking in
Rating: TBD, though possibly PG-13 for Tink's trucker tongue
Status: Active

Having gone to bed on top of a crumbling slab of granite in the middle of a graveyard, a wooden bench was far more comfortable for a fairy to be sleeping on. The tiny woman, whose hair was platinum blond and down today, sat up slowly, her transparent wings glittering and trembling a bit. A faint glow began to form around her body, a bluish white in color. Groggy, sore, and wondering why it wasn't as bright as it should have been, she reached out and felt stone beneath her hand. Ah, she must have fallen off the stone in the middle of the night. That was odd. But then she felt water running down it, yet none was falling on her head. Odd rain? No, she'd never known it to rain like that before. Still, at least it wasn't freezing out; it was a little cold, though. Maybe she'd get ready to go find the Martha. That sounded like a great idea. She was not as distressed and disheartened as she had been the day before...until her eyes were completely opened.

Blinking a few times, she looked around, gasped in a breath, and then let out a scream. Though she was tiny, she was as loud as a normal woman in a state of panic. Her aura flashed several different colors, from sorrow blue, to embarrassment pink, to golden happiness, and finally settling upon enraged red. She shot up into the air, flying around the cell for a few moments, before she realized that there was, absolutely, no way out. She let out a few incoherent squeaks, trying to gather her thoughts, but no real stroke of genius was coming. She was mad, unbelievably mad, and she had no way to express it.

Impulsive, she noticed the sleeping man on another bench. Bold as brass, Tinker Bell flew over to him and stood on his chest, all five inches of her looking rather imposing. Her hands were on her hips, her blond hair slightly damp and stringy from the moisture in the room. She looked down at the water, which was not very high, and was not rising, not like the water when the tide came in at the Mermaid Lagoon in the Neverland.

"And what do you think you're on to?" she cried, poking the sleeping man. "This is the second time I've woken up somewhere unfortunate with a stranger! You're not the Martha. Who are you, and why am I in this inescapable room?" Her body provided faint illumination, casting a red glow about the walls of the small cell. "A cage, for one such as me, is one of the worst fates possible! Tell me, why have you brought me here?" Her big, blue eyes remained locked upon him, waiting for him to give her sufficient answer.

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tink_says
2009-05-03 10:50 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, yes. Children are, technically, the parents of all fairies. Every child gives birth to at least one fairy, though sometimes we're born as twins or triplets, just like human children. I am an only child, of course; I suppose I got lucky that way." She liked talking about herself, and about fairies, especially with people who had heard about either or in stories. She was not thinking about how it was inappropriate, nor was she thinking about the situation that they were in. She sort of had a one track mind, and she was easily distracted.

Her eyes widened. Japan sounded wonderful. All sorts of sweets? At first she began to imagine. After all, she'd only ever had a few English sweets here and there, and those weren't always the best. She was too distracted by the deliciousness of the topic to notice that his heart really wasn't in it. Tink hadn't really found much to eat of late, so this was a necessary conversation. The thought of food, after all, was like pretending, and pretending was very powerful. When she was hurt, she usually pretended that a doctor had fixed it, and it felt a little better.

"Pocky? What a strange word. What do you mean by packaged? You mean it comes wrapped in paper or something, like from the bakery? And what''s a kakigori? Or a... manjumizumee?" Her head almost spun. The words weren't any that she knew, and she was hungry. Learning words was fun, but not at the expense of her stomach. "I just want cake..."

Her ears perked up. "Why would you call him an idiot? He doesn't seem much like a silly ass to me." She shrugged a little. Maybe she didn't know him enough. "And I don't think you should call someone who's willing to make you cake by mean names. I mean, cake is a nice thing. Who doesn't love cake? Well, silly question. People who don't like sugar. But that's a grown up thing. Grown ups don't have time for sweets, only for boring things like finances and vitamins." Bleh. Vitamins sounded horrible, and they got people into trouble. She had almost died saving Peter from poison he thought was medicine.

The compliments he gave her made her glow brighten. She liked when people said nice things about her; they generally gave her a favorable opinion of them. Giggling softly, she canted her head to the side, following his arm to the wall. What on earth was he doing? Well, either way, she'd try to give him a hand. She flew forward to push against the wall as well, pushing as hard as she could. As she hovered there, she illuminated the area. Her eyes were closed tight and she made little huffing noises.

"Why are we doing this?" she grunted, glancing over her shoulder at him. Her wings quaked with the effort. "Do you think that through this wall is the way that we got in?" Not the way they would get out, mind you, but at least the way they got in.

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throughyoureye
2009-05-06 12:20 am UTC (link)

"You think it's lucky to be an only child?" Domeki asked the question lightly. These theories on how fairies were born were all quite new to him and he couldn't quite help but be intrigued by them. It allowed him to wonder if he, or even the idiot, had ever given life to a fairy and not known of it - though he did suspect that Watanuki would be aware, given his unique situation in life. "I've never read any of these things about fairies; would you mind if, sometime, I take a chance to talk to you about all of this?"

"Mm, Pocky is a sort of...cracker dipped in different things - sometimes chocolate, sometimes strawberry, sometimes any number of different sweet coatings." He found that he was content enough to continue speaking of the different treats and sweets available in Japan - even if it did lend itself to a bit of homesickness. Still, there was some comfort in the fact that he knew someone in this place who could possibly cook up such things. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean by packaged - things that come from the store instead of being homemade. Kakigori is shaved ice with a sweet syrup topping and the others are other types of sweets."

"He can be a bit of an idiot, even when he makes food for me," Domeki shrugged slightly. In truth, it had really just become his habit to call Watanuki 'idiot' instead of his given name and he had been doing it quite too long to think of changing now. Besides, the other really could be a stupid ass, as Bell said, at times. "He does cook very well, though, both cakes and regular food. You should see if you can get him to cook anything for you."

His attention wavered from the wall when Domeki noticed how Bell was toiling to help him keep the wall back and he let his hand fall idle with the slightest of laughs. "I thought that I heard noise coming from this wall and I wanted to see if it was moving," he explained. The fact that he hadn't felt any movement removed any worry that the walls were going to close in on them but it also squelched any hope that it could be a means of escape. "I'm not sure how we got in. Perhaps one of the walls are fake - maybe we could tell if we try to knock on them."

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tink_says
2009-05-07 02:04 am UTC (link)

Wait, did he just ask her to see her again sometime? Why, she hadn't had any repeat visitors since the Martha. People seemed to flit through her life. In fact, she was convinced that she had ended up in this box because she had been alone. There was no one to miss her. Her glow turned brilliantly golden, and she giggled, clapping her hands together. Lucky day! This really wasn't so bad after all. Who knew that a locked box was the best place to make friends? Why, she'd hang out in boxes more often if she thought that it would bring appreciative, interesting people to her.

"I do think it's lucky to be an only child, and I would love to talk to you about fairies and myself and anything else that you'd want to know about. I love to talk. Sitting and talking is one of my favorite things. Why, I don't think I've ever really had someone interested in listening to what I had to say, other than the Martha, of course. And there's no better fairy to ask than myself. I'm an atypical fairy, so I can look at all the rest from an objective perspective. I think that will be a wonderful conversation. We'll have to decide when that will be. Or, if we can't get out of here, we could start whenever you wanted to. I mean, that would be fine by me. No time like the present, I say."

A cracker dipped in something. Fortunately, she knew crackers. They were usually not her thing, but she did understand chocolate and strawberry and the word sweet. Really, she was on the fence about that treat. It was one of those things that she'd have to experience one day when Domeki took her to Japan, for Tink had decided that Domeki was going to take her there one day, even if she had to force him to fly. Then he mentioned shaved ice with sweet syrup. Sweet syrup was her favorite; it reminded her of nectar, and there was nothing that she liked more than honey and fruit nectar and flower nectar. She liked things really flavorful and really sickeningly sweet.

"I'll try them all! I can't wait. I love sweet things." Almost on cue, her tiny stomach gave a little bit of a growl. Her face fell, but she caught herself and laughed. "Wow, I never get this way when I talk about food. It must be one of those days. Watanuki had better have something sweet for us when we get out of here!" A pause. "Maybe we can throw a party!"

She hung on his every word when they were looking at the walls. She didn't want to do anything wrong, as this was the adventure part, so she was under his complete command. As he suggested why he had pushed the wall, she nodded. As he had suggested that one of the walls might be fake, she nodded. As he suggested knocking on the walls, she nodded. All of these seemed like valuable suggestions.

"What are we listening for when we knock?" she asked. "Do you think that somebody will answer?"

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throughyoureye
2009-05-07 08:19 pm UTC (link)

"I'd be more than glad to listen to anything you'd like to tell me, anytime you'd like to say." The offer was immediate and quite sincere. The situation was, admittedly, less than ideal for idle chat of things which most people would consider secondary or tertiary at least - but Domeki was always glad for the chance to learn more, especially when it came to subjects which were generally not covered outside of books and fairy tales. He found himself glad, too, that his questions seemed to please Bell and that she appeared to be eager to talk about herself and her unique situation. "If you'd like we can exchange a story for a story - you about yourself and me about Japan...or if there's anything else you'd like to ask. I can't guarantee that I'd know enough to always answer, but I will do what I can."

"We can ask him to cook something sweet for us once we get out of here. I don't know if he can find the ingredients for it, but we could even ask him to cook one of the sweet foods I've mentioned, if you'd like to try them." It never did seem to occur to Domeki that Watanuki might not be in the mood to cook anything for either of them whether ingredients could be found or not - but, when it came to cooking, the idiot's wishes hardly entered into the equation; it was always just assumed that Watanuki would cook whatever Domeki could think to ask for. "It might be easier to convince him to cook if we tried to throw a party - and something fun might be just what everyone needs to take their minds away from everything that has happened." Domeki wasn't entirely sure that he had much faith in the fact that anything short of a rescue could distract the captives from their fate, butt he could see the wisdom in giving them something to help everyone bind together and to see each other as allies. "It'd be worth mentioning, anyway - even if you'd like to try a sampling of his food beforehand."

The problem with asking Domeki what they would be listening or looking for when knocking upon the walls was that he had little experience with anything such as this. At the immediate moment, he was acting purely on guesswork and intuition - how long these would serve him was questionable but he did mean to do what he could to get the both of them through this adventure in two pieces. "It should sound hollow, I think, if there isn't anything behind it. Sort of how i would sound when you knock on a door?" He wasn't entirely sure if that was an apt description but it seemed good enough for the moment. "If they hear us, then I'm sure they'll answer. They might even be looking for us, by now. It's probably only a matter of time before we escape this room."

More optimistic than he was feeling, perhaps, but the reassurances seemed to come naturally to him.

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tink_says
2009-05-07 09:56 pm UTC (link)

"Oh Domeki, you're a wonderful human!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She giggled, delighted. "I love story time! It's one of my favorite things in the whole world. Of course, I never would have told the Wendy about it, but I always listened when she was telling tales to the Lost Boys. And then, when I got here, I found the Martha. The Martha and I loved to talk about things, and she told me many things, and she taught me many things. But, really, you're wonderful! You've taught me many things already, like what Japan is, and what kind of wonderful sweets I've been missing out on, and all manner of other things! I cannot wait to get out of here. I can't wait for us to spend more time together. How strange that such a situation could breed such a wonderful friendship! I'm excited for tomorrow, and tomorrow, and the day after that."

The little fairy began to push harder against the wall. She, obviously, hadn't gotten the message that pushing in one place wasn't going to help anything. Sweets and a new best friend were excellent motivators. Still, part of her felt a little selfish. If there wasn't water leaking in, and if she thought that someone would be bringing them food (and knew what they wanted), she probably wouldn't have been trying to get out very hard. After all, it had been a long time since she had had the opportunity to have someone entirely to herself. She could not, in fact, remember the last time, with the Martha as an exception. Perhaps she meant a male someone, then, and not a general someone.

"A party? Do you think that anyone would really want to have a party around here? And do you think that Domeki would make us lots of tasty things if we were to throw a party?" She wrinkled her nose, thinking hard. She wanted a party, and she wanted sweets. Tink hadn't been to a party in a long time. "I haven't had a party since I left the fairy court," she remarked, as if it was perfectly natural to talk about the fairy court on a daily basis. Part of her felt a little bit homesick. All of the fairies that she knew were probably gone now, for fairies did not live very long. She was an unusual case; she had, after all, cheated death twice now.

As Domeki continue to knock on the wall, Tink fluttered over and perched herself on his shoulder. Knocking on a door? "Why would anyone knock on a door?" Tink was so small that she usually just entered a room through an open window or in somebody else's wake. Her head canted to the side. "If people will hear us, shouldn't we be screaming out, then?"

"Wait." Suddenly, Tinker Bell's glow turned a brilliantly deep blue, and the light in the room turned dim. "No one would notice that I'm missing," she whimpered, snuggling up to his neck. Her mouth was by his ear, her voice soft. "Nobody here, or in the Neverland, cares about me or remembers me." She sniffled softly, on the verge of tears. "I...There's absolutely no one who would miss me."

Flying away from his shoulder, the tiny fairy curled up on the bench that she'd woken up on. Her wings quivered with the soft force of her sobbing.

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throughyoureye
2009-05-08 01:52 am UTC (link)

Domeki smiled at the diminutive fairy as she gushed on about how happy she was to have managed to make friends in such an odd situation - and he honestly couldn't help but agree. The irony that a moment which was likely supposed to test the both of them only brought them to friendship added a wonderful dimension to the beginning of what he was currently hoping would be a long and friendly relationship. "I can't say that I likely know as many stories as your Wendy or your Martha but I'd be happy to tell you as many as I do know - and perhaps we can learn a few new ones together. I'm looking forward to getting out of here, too, and spending future days with you - you seem like such a fascinating fairy."

"It's possible that you could convince them that a party is a good idea - and I imagine that anyone would have a hard time arguing with a convincing one like you, Bell." Domeki took a moment to think on whether Watanuki would be entirely willing to cook for a party but he soon came to the conclusion that his classmate would likely be only too glad for such a distraction - which, ultimately, was what Domeki thought could be said for the majority of the captives. Even if everyone didn't necessarily think a party was vital, they might be able to be convinced that it would be a welcome break from the continual stresses of being caught here. "I don't know if it would be like anything you might have had in your fairy court, but it could still be a good distraction for everyone - and I imagine that Watanuki will complain about it, but he will eventually agree to cook for us."

The question as to why someone would knock on a door would have seemed entirely odd to him had Domeki not had a good reminder of how tiny Bell was. As it was, he shook his head slightly as he continued to knock lightly against various points on the wall. "For us, it's polite to knock on a door before entering - to give the persons inside a warning that someone is coming or just to announce yourself." Her question as to whether they should be calling out gave him a momentary pause but he soon nodded slowly. "Calling out might not be a bad idea."

The fading of her light and her heartfelt words touched Domeki and he was helpless not to cross to where she had curled up on the bench. Kneeling at the side of the bench, he touched a gentle fingertip against the softness of her hair and shook his head. "That isn't true, Bell. I'm sure the Martha you mentioned must care about you and she probably is missing you as we speak - and, even if it isn't the same since we did just meet, I would miss you should something happen to you. The world would be a darker place without your gentle light."

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tink_says
2009-05-08 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Feeling his finger stroking over her hair, Tink blushed faintly. She had never been comforted before when she was sad. Back in her proper place, her proper timeline, people could care less if she was around. She was the one who had found Peter, yet he had never, for one moment, seemed grateful. She supposed that was the problem with falling in love with a child, for that was what Peter was, and that was what he would forever be. He was The Boy Who Would Not Grow Up. He was Peter Pan. And he was the man that she loved, or the man that she had loved until he had forgotten about her. But that was the point, wasn't it? He had forgotten. There was very little left in her world, and her life was wearing thin. That was why she had gone to die, to do whatever it was that fairies did when they passed away. It had not, however, come to pass.

That same emptiness was filling her heart at this moment, yet it was different. The fact of the matter was that here it was fading. Here, she was not suffering alone. Here, she had the kindness of a stranger named Domeki. And he was making her feel better. He had told her that she was convincing, and he had said that anyone would have a hard time arguing with her. It was enough of a compliment to stroke the little fairy's vanity. Sitting up, Bell curled her legs beneath herself. She looked up at him and smiled faintly, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Thank you for saying so, even if it isn't true. I'm not sure that the Martha misses me. I am troublesome and selfish." She paused, shrugging, doing her best to giggle. "Well, at least I'm pretty." A wink, and she gently grabbed at his index finger. Hugging it tightly, she tried to pour all of her emotion into the embrace. Her glow turned brighter, a pale yellow.

Fluttering into the air, Tinker Bell began pushing at the wall again. Knocking was polite. Well, being polite to someone who captured you seemed a little bit awkward and counterproductive, but she didn't understand human things just yet. Her fist began cracking against the stone. She winced slightly, biting her lower lip, but she did her best to ignore the pain. More than anything, she wanted to help Domeki get out. He was incredibly kind to her, more so than necessary. He was, in fact, unlike anyone that she had ever met. "Hey! You stupid ass! Let us out of here!" In addition to her knocking, she began screaming at the top of her lungs. For someone so small, Bell certainly had a set of pipes on her. Her shrill, small voice was enough to make his ears ache in such a resonating chamber.

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throughyoureye
2009-05-10 12:14 am UTC (link)

There was something about seeing a fairy, a creature which he had always read of being cheerful and lighthearted, crying so desolately that tore deeply at Domeki. He had, in the past, realized that he had a rather large soft spot for those who claimed to have no one who cared for them or those who claimed that there was no one who would notice them in life or in death; this weakness was only compounded by the fact that the one making these claims was a diminutive and beautiful woman who had become hopelessly trapped. His own pessimistic worries as to whether they would manage to escape the cell withered under the weight of his certainty that he would find a way to help Bell not only live past this but also to learn that there were many who would indeed miss her.

Domeki could do nothing for the smile shaping his lips in response to the one being offered him. While his index finger was being hugged tightly, he used one of the others to brush lightly at the faint wetness of her cheek and he found himself gladdened to see that Bell had returned to some form of cheerfulness, even if it was only a small step toward a lighter mood. "You are beautiful," he agreed with a slight nod. "and, should you wish it, being troublesome and being selfish are both traits that can be overcome."

The force of her small, shrill voice did cause Domeki to wince slightly and he thought that he could feel his ears begin to ring - even so, he realized that her voice might be more likely to be heard. "That's good. If they hear that, someone's bound to let us out." He encouraged her with a small smile. "Why don't you keep calling and I'll keep knocking against the walls? Eventually, someone has to hear us."

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tink_says
2009-05-11 08:55 pm UTC (link)

"I have to disagree with you," she screamed out, hoping to still get someone's attention while not making Domeki deaf in the process. "I don't think that being selfish is something that you can overcome. I think that it's part of who you are because of how you were raised. I mean, don't you ever feel like you're entitled to certain things just because of who you are?" For someone who was continually screaming, her voice was showing no signs of becoming hoarse. If there was one thing that Tinker Bell was good at, it was being noticed when she needed or wanted to be.

"Have you found anything yet?" she cried between the continual chorus of "can anybody hear me's" and "can someone come and let us out's." After a short time, she began panting. Slumping onto his shoulder, she shook her head. "It's no use. I don't think anybody can hear us. If anyone's around, by the time they hear us, I won't be able to speak enough to explain who we are and what we're doing down here." Shaking her head, Tink fanned herself. Her little hissy fit of calling out had almost completely drained her of energy.

She furrowed her brows slightly and looked at the forming pool of water beneath them. "How fresh do you think that is? I really don't like drinking dirty water." A pause. "You don't think that's eventually going to be a problem, is it? I mean, I once almost watched the Wendy and Peter drown on the rock in the middle of mermaid lagoon. That wasn't a pleasant thing to see, and I don't think there will be any birds here to give us their nests to save us." For once in her life, Tink had begun thinking about the future, the consequences of certain actions. Standing in the bottom of this prison wasn't going to get them anywhere, and it wasn't going to fix anything, especially if they got flooded out. It didn't look like an immediate threat, but it was minimally startling.

"You know," she murmured, glancing around. As much as she wanted to keep Domeki forever, this didn't seem the time or place. "I could make you fly. At least it would keep you out of the water, and maybe you'd be able to look at the room differently from my point of view? You might be able to see something that I can't since you're big and all."

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