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Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-08 16:46:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 06, edward scissorhands, location: thrift store, open, tinker bell

Who: Tinker Bell & Edward & OTA in the area
What: Meeting for the first time and having a pleasant evening
When: Afternoon, Day 6
Where: The thrift shop
Rating: PG for possible Tink language
Status: Active

Tink sighed softly as she fluttered around the shop. She had let herself in earlier when the door had opened for a moment. It had been a goodly long while, though, before she had been able to leave her post atop the lamp beside the door. It had been brutally cold, and her journal had been her only company. She was glad to have it. It seemed that it could keep her mind occupied even when her body could not be.

Taking a seat on a desk beside the window, she looked out into the gray day. This gloom was depressing. It was never like this where she was from. It reminded her of London, but the ugly, industrial side of London. It reminded her of adults. Not really melancholy, she was definitely effected, her glow hovering around white instead of happy gold. How she wished for some company. When would she get to throw her party?

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shear_innocence
2009-06-03 02:30 pm UTC (link)

Edward tended to stare, regardless of the situation or context. The poor, sweet thing had never exactly been told not to, and as far as he was concerned, the world was there to be looked at for as long as he liked. Unlike touching, looking never hurt anything.

"It can be cut... that's how it's soft," he explained, looking down at his razorblade fingers. That was how he knew if things were soft. If they broke or bled. People were soft.

His face lit up when she started talking animatedly about the interesting things she was learning in this new place. "Maybe it snows here! Christmas means snow," Edward said happily, thinking back to decorating for the holiday, though his memories of actual Christmas were far from happy. "Adventure?" He thought, imitating the way Tink wrinkled her nose for himself. "Oh! Exploring!"

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tink_says
2009-06-10 11:07 pm UTC (link)

Tink could relate to not being told things. After all, she'd never really had a formal lesson in anything. The spelling that the Martha had suggested was the closest she'd ever had, but those had ended when the Martha had seen fit to disappear. Selfish, she thought, very selfish. Still, she didn't see anything wrong with people being as they were. Lessons made fake people. She and Edward were real because they were as they were supposed to be; no one was forcing them to be anything.

The idea of snow was interesting. She desperately wanted to see it. "Oh!" she said, clenching her fists and closing her eyes tightly. She'd seen one of the Darling children do something like that once or twice. "I hope it snows! I wish, I wish, I wish it snows! I wish it snows here, where I can see it!"

And then Edward endeared himself to her forever. "Exploring!" she exclaimed, her big, blue eyes shooting open. She gasped, flying around him speedily. "Exploring! I love to explore! I've gone exploring around here, you know, with the Martha and the Watanuki! It's been wonderful! I'm always up for more." She looked around the store, looking sheepish, her eyes shifting from side to side. "You know, I haven't had an adventure inside of the store just yet...what do you say we explore it? I'm still looking for some more permanent housing!"

Her heart was racing, and she was incredibly excited. She hoped against hope that he wanted to adventure with her. It felt like she'd been striking out in the epic adventure department.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-20 11:31 am UTC (link)

Indeed, it was true that Edward was himself, with no other options, and that that's what made him real, despite the fact that, to so many, he seemed to be the exact opposite. Both he and Tink were dream children, whose existence was difficult to explain, yet here they were. It was funny how the world worked, sometimes.

Her wish to see snow was something that Edward could have definitely done something about, with a few suitable blocks of ice. He promised to himself that he would remember to show Tink as soon as the opportunity arose, glad that there was something he could do to make the fairy happy. He loved seeing people smile, because something about happiness was very, very beautiful.

He was initially very alarmed when she started zipping around him, faster than he could turn to follow her with his eyes. He stopped before he became dizzy and fell over. "We can explore inside?" he asked, growing excited himself. It worked marvelously; his stilted, slow movements wouldn't be such a hindrance inside one building.

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