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Tinker Bell ([info]tink_says) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-26 21:43:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 05, dean winchester, location: barn, tinker bell

Who: Tinker Bell & Dean Winchester
What: Meeting for the first time rather unexpectedly
When: Late afternoon, Day 5
Where: The barn
Rating: PG-13 for nudity
Status: Active


It had been a good long time since Tink had thought about bathing. Before being pulled to this place, she'd been busy thinking about dying. Peter had completely forgotten her, so she had simply laid around listlessly, waiting for death to claim her. She had gone out to a hidden, unknown glade to lay down and pass seamlessly into the ether. It seemed, though, that fate had other plans. Here she was, five days into this most fascinating adventure that contained other adventures, and she had only just now thought about getting herself clean. She imagined that the thought had been prompted by the whole cell ordeal; it had made her feel smutty and disgusting, covered in grime and dirty water. It was the first mess she had really gotten herself into. Waking with the dawn and taking time to run into Watanuki, she'd excused herself politely and begun her search. Fortunately, it was fruitful, and she had found soap and other things that smelled nice and seemed like they'd work in keeping her the most stunningly gorgeous lady around. Finding supplies, though, left two problems: 1) all of the objects were meant for big people and 2) there were no bodies of water anywhere around.

The first problem was not, necessarily, that big of an issue. It did require a good deal of sidetracking, however. She'd traveled back to the thrift shop to find some clothes and, having checked the area to make sure that there was nobody else around, Tink did something that she rarely did: she assumed a more human form. It was all glitter and smoke, something almost too magical when she transformed, but when it was over the result was still the same. She stood about five feet tall, still fairly short for a human being, and her wings were still intact, betraying her. Grabbing a pair of scissors clumsily, she cut two slits in the back of a simple, airy looking dress and tugged it on. Able to carry her own things, she hurried back to the gas station and grabbed her personal effects and flying off to find some suitable water.

It seemed that luck was on Tink's side today. As she traveled, she came to the barn, a place that she had never visited, when she saw it: a water barrel. It was fairly large, large enough for her to fit into, at least, and it looked like there was nobody in the immediate area. After surveying the premises, she decided that it was a good place to be. She landed and set her things down, deciding to take a bath.

No matter where she was, bathing was always the same. Bell had little to no shame, for she didn't really understand the concept. She removed her dress, naked in the slanted sunlight of the afternoon. She washed herself using a cloth that she had found in the thrift shop; she was hoping that it would be useful to Martha at some point, and, if not, it would be useful to herself for occasions such as these. She sang softly to herself as she washed, gliding the cloth and soap over her skin. It was nice here, peaceful, and very much like bathing in a lake back home in the Neverland, though she usually wasn't human sized when she did it. Her wings twinkled with dew from her bath, and her long, blonde hair clinging to her back and shoulders after she wet it. She was completely in a world of her own, oblivious to anything that was around her.


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[info]tink_says
2009-05-03 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Tink, too, had been an emotional little girl since arriving wherever it was that they were all existing. That, however, was nothing new. In fact, she was more like herself here than she'd been in quite a goodly amount of time. After Peter had begun forgetting her, she'd lost almost all of her range of emotions. She was blue, or white, most of the time, and she had been depressed. In hindsight, she supposed that was why she had chosen to lay down and let death take her. Part of her still wondered if this was the afterlife, if there was one.

When he smiled his thanks, Tink couldn't help but give a little giggle. Her eyes widened, and she clasped a hand over her mouth. Quiet, serious, that's what this was supposed to be, yet here she was giggling. She needed to be a silent lantern if she wanted to be a lantern at all. The quiet game was a game that Tinker seldom won, but she could at least make an effort. She didn't want the Dean to be mad at her.

The smell of decay didn't bother her at all. It reminded her of the forest. Things were always falling down, dying, decaying. It was natural, not bothersome, and she barely gave two thoughts about it. Death wasn't something that entered into her mind except in moments when she had absolutely nothing else to think about. That was, usually, when they were forgotten or exiled. Elsewise, death was something that just sometimes happened to some fairies, usually ones that were old, or on their way out, or who weren't pretty anymore, which was the most ghastly possibility of all. For an ugly fairy was hardly worth anything. They didn't age gracefully, not like humans.

"Hm. So, barns are places where people keep things. Crops... Oh! I heard someone talk about a crop once in London. It's that thing that you strike a horse with to make it run faster, yes? And a farmer is a person who puts things places and makes sure those places grow. I see. I've got it!" Ah, how clever she felt. It wasn't often that she got an entire line of reasoning down and out by herself without some help. Maybe she thought better when she was bigger. She was going to have to look into it.

Pausing, she twirled around on tiptoe slowly, arms folded behind her back. Her eyes surveyed the ceiling. "Tall. Everything looks tall in here. It's like nothing's changed. Then again, I'm used to things being so much taller than myself. I've gotten used to looking up at every one and every thing."

He didn't want to fly. That notion struck her as odd. Who didn't want to fly? "Why don't you want to fly?" she asked, head canting to the side. "Is it because you're afraid?" She shuffled in front of him, walking backwards, head cocked to the side. "Are you afraid that you don't have any happy thoughts that will lift you off the ground? It can't be a fear of heights, after all. No reason to be afraid of being up high, only reason to be afraid of falling from someplace high. That's a valid fear. But...you have to have a happy memory. Everyone's got at least one. You just have to find it." Her brows furrowed. Walking was so boring. How could he prefer it?

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-04 04:09 pm UTC (link)
Dean chuckled goodnaturedly as she misunderstood him. "No, the word 'crops' has another meaning. It's the name for what the farm grows. Vegetables, grains, etc. I can't imagine this place filled with the horse type crops." He smiled gently at her and then turned his gaze back to the furniture and mess here in this barn. Anything could be behind the next corner. He was pretty sure nothing was there but it still somewhat fun to fool himself for a minute or two and feel that thrill. He missed hunting just then more than anything in the world.

He watched her twirl and her fanciful, girlish antics were amusing but he was very glad that they weren't in any sort of serious situation. With her behaving like she was in a fun little hunt for the teddy bear picnic ground they'd never have been able to sneak up on someone or something supernatural hiding out in here, waiting to pounce.

When she started talking about happy thoughts he was surprised that his mind actually went directly to Shannon. Her expression of amusement when she'd been giving him a hard time. He wasn't sure if that was a happy thought now or not. He couldn't honestly say he had many really happy things happen in his life. Most of it was dark and unpleasant. There was quite a bit of humor but that didn't always count as happy. In fact, most of the time it was merely a reflex, a wall against getting attached to anyone or anything because he was always on the move.

"I guess you could say I'm afraid of heights. And clumsiness and I like to be in control of what's happening to my body. Thanks for the offer though, Tink." His voice a bit distracted as he glanced up at the ceiling and into the far reaches of the barn. This place looked like people had been living here and recently. He wondered if it was someone from the group that had been dropped here or if it was someone else - like the people who ran this crazy place. If he'd just found their hidey-hole...

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[info]tink_says
2009-05-05 04:49 pm UTC (link)
"Oh. Okay."

Noticing his silence, Tink too fell quiet. She nibbled her lower lip and crossed her arms over her chest. Her light turned faintly bluish, much like a halogen light. She watched him quietly, actually adopting a more serious look rather than just trying to. Seeing him so serious and on edge was making her nervous.

She didn't want to think about how she could help if something really nasty showed up. The truth was that there was absolutely nothing she could really do. She could hide. She could try to fight, but she would lose. The only tactics that she knew were grabbing weapons and trying to stop them mid swing or pull them away from the wielder. And, in truth, as she was so large, hiding would prove a little more difficult. This was quite the pickle, wasn't it? No skills for adventuring whatsoever, yet a love of going on adventures. How foolish.

Really, she was probably just bothering him. She was useless. She'd been useless to Peter, and now she was being useless to Dean. How could she have been surprised that he'd forgotten her? Still, she didn't have anywhere else to go. There was absolutely nothing else that she was supposed to be doing. Thus, she would continue to follow him.

As she walked along behind him without a sound, the light that she was giving off turned progressively bluer. The adventure was seeming a little less fun. Her mind kept replaying the past few moments; what had she done wrong this time?

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[info]hellsboy
2009-05-06 09:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean noticed the hue of the light had changed and he turned his eyes toward Tink a little more seriously. Whatever he might have thought about her being childish, he found it difficult to think now that he could see a change in her. She picked up on the clues and matched her mood. He hadn't meant for her to get completely serious but he did appreciate that she could be. If she chose. It made him wonder what her motivation was in growing quiet and capering less. He arched a brow curiously at her.

Thinking a moment, he lifted his gaze quickly to the hay loft above them. He threw is eyes toward her with a warning expression. "Shh," he whispered. "Don't even breathe," he said, putting out a protective arm toward her, making his eyes grow wider. "Did you hear that? I think there might be someone or something up there."

Inwardly he patted himself on the back for keeping his voice convincingly quiet and cautious. Even if she saw through the fact that he was now capering himself, creating the adventure that wasn't presenting itself to them, he hoped she would play along. He wanted to see her less blue, literally.

"Do you think you could get up there and take a peek and see who or what is up there?" He turned fully toward her and made a move as though to touch her forearm but held back.

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[info]tink_says
2009-05-07 02:20 am UTC (link)
Tink was not completely socially inept. She was a bit self-centered at times, but she generally meant well, and she wanted, desperately, to be liked. As such, she could pick up on cues when she bothered to notice them. The problem was that she didn't usually notice, and when she did it was usually because she wasn't getting the attention that she wanted. Really, part of her felt bad that she was such a hound for attention, yet she really couldn't care. She had been deprived. How was that fair?

When it was adventure time, though, she was very good at following directions. When he said "shh," she "shh'd." When he told her not to breathe, the fairy held her breath. The tips of her wings quivered. Every hair on the back of her neck was standing up. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from breaking the silence.

After a few moments, Tink didn't hear anything. Still, she wasn't about to say anything. Tiptoeing after him, eyes wide, she clenched her fists and gripped at the hem of her skirt. When he turned to whisper to her, she almost jumped out of her skin. She tried not to laugh at herself, yet there was a quiet little giggle. A hand rose, covering her mouth, and she blushed faintly. Her light had turned an odd lavender color; what it meant, exactly, was unclear. Purple didn't always have an emotional connotation.

She nodded and flapped her wings once, which propelled her into the air. She followed his line of sight and flew up towards the loft. Part of her was frightened, but part of her was helplessly and needlessly excited. Careful to be silent, she peeked over the edge of the beam, almost expecting something horrible. She saw, for the moment, nothing.

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