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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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tink_says
2009-05-17 06:47 pm UTC (link)

The smile made Tinker Bell smile. She liked when people smiled because of her. It made her feel like her beauty contributed something to the world. It had yet to occur to her that people smiled simply because she was a fairy, not because she was herself.

"I am, indeed, a fairy. My name is Tinker Bell. But you may call me Tink, Tinker, Bell, Tinkerbell, or anything else that's reasonable that you can come up with. I am also beautiful, but I thank you for saying so!" She giggled softly, head canting to the side. "Who and what are you, then? You don't quite look like anybody else that I've met."

When he made his request, she furrowed her brows. It seemed that people had many misconceptions about fairies. She bit her lower lip, looking away from him. "I'm sorry, but fairies, we're not like that. We don't, as far as I know, have that kind of power. I can't cast spells or anything. That kind of thing only happens in stories."

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shear_innocence
2009-05-20 02:43 am UTC (link)

In Edward's humble and cheerful opinion, beauty always contributed something to the world, in any form and in any incarnation. "Tink, Tinker, Bell, Tinkerbell!" He repeated, with the same enthusiasm a schoolchild might have in saying a lesson they particularly liked. "I'm a man... I'm not finished," Edward demonstrated, holding his hands forward, wrists pointed downward so that there was no chance of hurting Tink, "But maybe someday I will be, if Father wakes up." It was a small hope, but one that Edward still clung to.

He looked crestfallen when Tink informed him that she was not, indeed, that kind of fairy. It seemed that some things were only true in stories. However, he resolved to keep that from coloring his view of her or changing his unconditional acceptance of every new person he met. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't grant him hands, make him a real boy just like the fairy in Pinocchio had done for him. "It's OK... thank you, anyway," Edward said politely. Peering around curiously at the thrift store, he blinked, taking in as many of the old clothes as he could at once. "You live here? Alone?"

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tink_says
2009-05-21 12:50 pm UTC (link)

Looking at his hands, she cocked her head to the side. How unique! He could have been a pirate...but he was too nice for a pirate. Fluttering up to his hands, she perched one tiny, bare foot on the flat of one of the blades. Walking along it, effortlessly keeping her balance, she perched herself there.

"Well, I don't think that you're a man," she said with an air of haughtiness. "You don't act like a man, and thank heaven for that. I think that you're a boy, and, were we in the Neverland, you'd make a very good Lost Boy. After all, you have sense enough to know about fairies and how wonderful we are. I may not have that power, but maybe somebody out there does. If we ever get out of here, I'll be sure to spread the word for somebody to fix..." she motioned down at his hands, "this."

Looking around the shop, Tink shrugged and tried to keep cool. "Yeah, alone. It's not so bad. I mean, it could be worse. Also, the Watanuki asked me to stay, so I guess I live here with him. And there are a few other people who pass in and out sometimes, but I don't really know them. I don't really know many people. Not that I'm lonely or anything. Where do you live?"

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shear_innocence
2009-05-21 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Edward had heard stories about pirates, too, and doubtless would have found it strange to hear that he could be one. A working network of bladed fingers that were razor-sharp sort of outranked a simple hook, and, indeed, he was too nice. He gulped quietly as Tink lighted on one of the blades and started to walk along it, making a careful and highly conscious effort to keep from moving his hands too suddenly.

Edward didn't know anything about Neverland, or Lost Boys, but he had learned a few things about being a man. When he thought about those lessons and experiences, his eyes seemed to grow darker and sadder, and his often-pinched expression relaxed, becoming something shattered and far from naive. "Some men... maybe appreciate fairies?" he suggested timidly, offering a compromise. He was a man who viewed the world like a gentle boy, but he had been made to be a man. This was innate, something he knew deep inside himself.

"Watanuki..." Edward said the name slowly, testing it on his tongue. It was another Japanese name... the world was so much bigger than he'd thought it was. "I live in the Castle on the Mountain... with Father... but I don't know where they are, right now."

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tink_says
2009-05-31 12:47 am UTC (link)

Tink could see him as a pirate, even if he could not. She was convinced, after all, unlike the Lost Boys, that there could be nice pirates. Mister Smee wasn't all that bad; he was just an idiot and a follower. That was no crime. And, as he thought, the razor fingers would definitely be able to defeat that old codfish Hook. Yes, he would be a fine pirate in the world of her imagination. She wouldn't even mind being the fairy of a pirate. She could serve as the figurehead or as the glowing light on the ship that lit the way in the night. It would be a most excellent adventure.

"No, men don't have time for fairies. They're too busy talking about boring things. They discuss finances, and stocks, and bills, and work, and all kinds of other things that I don't understand. Boys are much better. Boys are sensitive, and wild, and they understand that adventure is way more important than other stupid things that adults like to talk about and pretend are the real issue. You don't have to pretend to be grown up around me; I can't stand grown ups."

Edward was fortunate, for there was nothing that Tinker Bell knew deep inside herself. There was nothing innate about her. She was made of emotions, and flesh, and passions. There were rules that her mind and body followed, and that was the only truth and mission. Fairies were not made with any purpose, to be a man or otherwise. Perhaps that was what made her so deeply morose at times.

"The Castle on the Mountain? That sounds like wonderful fun! Was it full of beautiful things? I owned lots of beautiful things where I came from. I miss my things so much, especially my mirror. I haven't gotten a proper look at myself in days. I probably look terrible." She made a face, fluffing her hair a bit.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-01 02:35 am UTC (link)

A nice pirate... Edward could live with being a nice pirate. He could live with being just about anything, as long as "nice" was a part of it.

"Finances..." Edward murmured, before getting lost in the rapid list of things that men did. He remembered visiting a bank once, and not understanding the flurry of large, artificial words. "Credit", "Collateral", "Social Security"... it all had to do with money. Edward knew enough about money to know that it was a way to get things... and that it could get people into a lot of trouble. He should know; he had gotten into a lot of trouble because of it. "No pretending," Edward promised. That much he could certainly do.

"Yes!" Edward answered enthusiastically. "There was a garden, and I made ice sculptures and snow. Very beautiful things," he said proudly. He smiled at Tinker Bell, who did look very pretty. No wonder she liked mirrors... Kim had liked mirrors. Pretty people seemed to.

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tink_says
2009-06-02 01:14 pm UTC (link)

Having never visited a bank, and never really knowing what one was, she did not have any idea that such words had to do with such a boring place. If she had been there, though, Tink probably would have been most displeased. Banks were shrines to everything adult, everything that she thought was wrong with human beings. Peter would have been very upset with a bank. She imagined that he, probably, would have made a scene.

"What's snow?" It occurred to her that she had never really seen snow. They usually only went to the London in the spring and summer, so there wasn't any snow around at that point. And it never snowed in the Neverland. Children didn't dream of snow when they were dreaming of tropical forests. If there was any snow anywhere in the Neverland, she had never seen it. The cold wasn't really fun. "And ice sculptures? I've seen regular sculptures, but I don't think I've ever known what those are really made of."

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shear_innocence
2009-06-03 02:55 am UTC (link)

Edward stared at her, amazed that she had never seen snow. It was both very sad, and very interesting... an odd combination that Edward wanted to fix by showing Tink what it looked like. "Snow is soft and white and... cold?" he guessed, having no real concept of temperature. "It happens in the wintertime instead of rain in cold places... but I can make it without clouds." He said this words with a touch of pride. Edward could do very little very well, but his art was truly remarkable.

"Maybe you can see it? Here?" he suggested brightly. So much was possible in this strange new world, after all, with so many kind people writing to him and talking to him.

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tink_says
2009-06-03 03:09 am UTC (link)

The stare was mildly unsettling, but she assumed that he was just appreciating her beauty, and all was well. Smiling up at him, she crossed her legs and listened politely to his description. "Soft and white and cold? That sounds really interesting. Can you describe how it's soft? Is it soft like a kitten or is it soft like a blanket or is it something else?" Hopefully, even if he didn't have a concept of temperature, he had a concept of softness.

"I've seen lots of things here. I've learned a lot, but there's still so much more that I need to know! It's always interesting. Maybe I can see it here. Do you think here is the kind of place where it snows? You need to be sure to tell me when it happens. Though I'm going to do my best to recognize it for myself. I like being clever like that and learning things." Giggling, Tink wrinkled her nose. Edward was nice, and she felt like they had a lot in common. If he hadn't been a pirate in the Neverland, he probably would have been a Lost Boy.

"So, what kind of adventure are you on today that brings you here?"

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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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