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Tweak says, "Won't go home without you."

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

Entry tags:

!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
2009-05-08 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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