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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
2009-06-20 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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