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Kimihiro Watanuki ([info]aprilfirst) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-27 00:24:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, !incomplete, day 05, kimihiro watanuki, location: thrift store, tinker bell

Who: Kimihiro Watanuki & Tinkerbell
What: meeting up, maybe some exploring
When: early morning
Where: in front of the Thrift Store
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

Watanuki woke up at the sound of a very loud and obnoxious alarm going off in the distance. Otside the windows it was still quite dark. It hadn't dawned yet.
The boy rolled on the other side and pressed the blanket over his ears to muffle the noise, but with no result. It seemed to be drilling straight into his brain. Then, when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, the noise stopped.

Too shaken to go back to sleep, Watanuki got into a sitting position and fumbled among the things in his bag. He pushed his glasses over his nose, blinking once or twice to get rid of the sleep in his eyes, then pulled open his journal.
Someone had already commented on the strange noise, but nobody seemed to have any idea as to what could have caused it.
Watanuki felt too sleepy to reply back to anyone, so he just scribbled a quick line to Shannon before putting the journal down with his pencil as a placeholder.

Hiding modestly behind one of the clothes racks, Watanuki slipped out of the oversized sweater and pants he used as a pajama and into what he now referred to as his "day clothes". They were rather shabby, but he couldn't bear the thought of sleeping in the same clothes he wore all day round.
He folded his pajama neatly and put it into his bag.
He had no definite plan for the day, but nobody else seemed to be in the zone and he didn't like the idea of staying there alone.
He quickly packed up all of his (few) possessions and hoisted the bag over his shoulder, opening the door and stepping into the glum morning.
Unsure of where to go, he retrieved the journal from the bag and opened it at the page with the crude map of the town, looking critically at it.



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[info]tink_says
2009-05-21 01:01 pm UTC (link)
It had never occurred to her that being locked up might be a big deal. It seemed that they had escaped; wasn't that the important part? And their escape hadn't been all that dramatic. An unfamiliar woman had, in fact, come to let them out. She'd unscrewed the roof, undone the lock, and they were free. The fact that the Domeki had been able to fly? Not relevant. The fact that there had been water slowly trickling in? Okay, not so bad. It wasn't like it was rising fast or anything. All in all, it had been a pretty decent ordeal.

"Are you hurt? Why did you make that sound?" she asked when he groaned. The idea of adventure as a negative was completely foreign to her. It was probably bad for him because he did not understand that anything, any ordeal at all, could be an adventure. There was the adventure of finding food, the adventure of finding water, the adventure of meeting up with Watanuki. All of these things, in her small world, were adventures.

"Walking around and exploring sounds wonderful! The Martha and I were supposed to do more of that, but then we had a fight and then she disappeared. I'm not quite certain why she disappeared. Maybe she just went off exploring on her own." She shrugged. People going missing never bothered her all that much, or she tried not to let it do so.

As for going alone, Tink seldom went anywhere by herself. She was more of a follower, a pretty accessory of sorts. The thought of wandering off on her own, when she wasn't either very angry or very sad, was unfathomable to her.

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[info]aprilfirst
2009-05-21 04:20 pm UTC (link)
Watanuki didn't know how to explain to Tink that he didn't want to have any adventure. She was like a child, really, and her diminutive size helped accentuate that.
"It could be dangerous," he eventually pointed out in a reasonable voice. "You know that... a woman has been killed a few days ago?"
The boy didn't like to bring up the subject, but he felt that the most important thing was to make Tinkerbell understand the dangers of wandering off.

"I'm not saying that you shouldn't explore," he hastily added. He didn't want Tink to get upset. "It is wonderful to explore. Um. But it's better to explore with other people, isn't it?"
He felt torn, on one hand he didn't want Tink to wander off on her own but on the other he didn't want to wander around with the fairy. He hoped he could persuade her that it was in their best interest to be careful and try to avoid adventures for the time being.

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[info]tink_says
2009-05-31 12:39 am UTC (link)
"Of course it could be dangerous, Watanuki. That's the fun part of an adventure, the possibility of danger. The most fun part, though, is avoiding or getting through the danger and then coming home and talking about it, reliving it all over again! Even small adventures with relatively no danger sound much, much better in the retelling. The way you talk, it seems like you've never even had an adventure!"

The idea of someone who had not had an adventure struck her as, to say the least, odd. She couldn't imagine someone who didn't see everyday living as an adventure. Big adventures, small ones, she loved them all, and she never wanted to give it up, no matter how many times she told herself that was one reason she shouldn't miss Peter in the slightest.

"A woman was killed a few days ago. That is very sad. But Peter says...said...that dying would be a most wonderful adventure. It's the next big adventure. Granted, he hasn't gone on it yet, but I wouldn't be scared in the face of death. It's just another adventure." At least that was what she hoped. She didn't want to think about the alternative: death was just an odd blackness and an absence of anything, including the idea of absence bothering you.

"Adventures are best had with other people. I would never go exploring on my own. I'm just not strong enough to do anything about any problems that we find. I mean, I'm good at hiding, but that doesn't help if we discover, say, the pirates kidnapping Princess Tiger lily again! I haven't got any way to fight them off. That's why you should come with me! You should decide where we're going, and what adventure we'll have, and I will gladly come along with you. I much prefer to follow or to scout; either way as long as someone is as close as possible to me."

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