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Edward ([info]shear_innocence) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-02 00:31:00

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Current music:Don McClean- "Crossroads"
Entry tags:!complete, day 06, edward scissorhands, location: barn, nymphadora tonks

Nothing to Forget, and I've Got Nothing To Regret
Who: Edward Scissorhands and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Arrival Thread
Where: Near the barn
When: Day 6, morning
Rating: PG to start
Status: Complete



Edward was never cold. Even though it was freezing and it looked like snow, the creature that raised himself hesitantly on what looked like a formidable set of razorblades did not feel temperature change. He was confused, though... he had gone to sleep in his fireplace, and it had been too warm for ice to stay unmelted for long. A little thrill of excitement ran up Edward's spine, thinking of how beautiful he could make this place look if he had enough ice together at once.

The wild-haired, leather-clad young man then turned his attention to the situation at hand. It was odd that he hadn't worried immediately that he was somewhere other than where he'd thought he was, but Edward often lost track of where he was. It was part of his innocent perception of the here and now, and he knew well enough that impossible things could happen.

He glanced at the woman on the ground nearby. She looked like she was asleep, but a terrible dread gripped Edward. He had seen his father like this, and the rigid unresponsiveness had meant that he would never move again. But almost immediately, Edward was distracted by her bright pink hair. What wonderful hair... he'd never seen anything like it. Bending down, he quietly, happily began trimming the edges with scissors that were, in actuality, his hands.



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[info]polymorphic
2009-05-17 09:01 pm UTC (link)
And lots of people would keep being nice to him, if Tonks had her way about it. She smiled though, watching him make use of the contraption that helped him to write.

"That is nice." Well, this place was weird. "Gives us wonky things..but helpful too.." Muttered to herself thoughtfully. So long as it kept being helpful, then they'd be able to get home soon.

Opening her book, she made a cheerful noise. "Mine's keen too!" The woman was flipping through the pages. "There are other people!"

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[info]shear_innocence
2009-06-01 02:41 am UTC (link)
People were usually nice to Edward initially. His helplessness and sweetness ensured this. It was after something went wrong or there was an accident that people started to get angry at him.

"Very helpful!" Edward agreed happily, trying out the journal, writing in it with cramped and unwieldy (but miraculously legible) letters. "I can write! Maybe I can keep a journal, or..." he carefully started to flip through when Tonks said that there was other writing. How strange!

"So many different kinds!" He gasped, with a sort of childlike wonder that was missing in even actual children these days.

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[info]polymorphic
2009-06-02 08:05 pm UTC (link)
"I think that's what they want us to do, whoever brought us here?" She was still browsing through the journals, looking at the pages of unfamiliar writing. The witch was trying to figure out how it worked. What sort of magic linked them together?

Tonks took her own pen and scribbled out an initial journal entry. She looked up when Edward gasped, looking over to her companion with a bright smile. "Too right." She looked around the barn briefly and gave a slight nod. "What say we stay here for a bit, get our bearings, and then try to find a better place to sleep?"

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