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Tink (i_cantinker) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-11-13 09:18:00

Current mood:	sad
Entry tags:	christine daae, tinkerbell, zz:status complete

The bells (open to anyone)
What was this place? She knew what a city was, or at least thought she knew, but this was unlike anything her eyes had ever laid upon. She had been with Peter many times to Earth, where he would go to the house of the Darlings, take Wendy and her brothers back to their home in Neverland, and have adventures. Sometimes Nana, thier dog and house keeper, came as well. Sometimes it was just she and Peter, and those were the times she cherished the most. She remembered the time that they went to fight the pirates, and Captian Hook was holding her for bait, and Peter came to save her! Oh Peter! Her heart swelled with the mere thought of Peter Pan, however he had betrayed her. He had taken her for granted, then run off to Earth to be with Wendy, and his had to grow up and forget everything. Peter had even forgotten that she loved him. Sure she was only three inches tall, but pixies have hearts too, and they break. Especially if the love of thier life forgets about them, and runs of with another woman. A stupid one at that. Oh she couldn't stand Wendy! She had wished many times for the girl to have an accident, and there had been times that Tink had convinced the Lost Boys to shoot arrows at Wendy as she flew, or had pushed her into the lagoon for the mermaids to drown. That always brought a smile to Tinks pretty little face. The fact that Peter had left Neverland for good had just about killed Tinker Bell. She had been in her little house, curled up in her little bed, waiting for the darkness to take her. Pixies have a very short lifespan, like most small winged creatures and bein broken hearted didn't help.

But she was here, and very confused. After fluttering around the streets, lonely and confused, Tinker Bell settled down on the arm of a wooden bench in the park, her white dress, the shroud she was going to wear for her final journey to the Garden, fluttering around her tiny, curvy frame. She had put her face in her hands, palms cupping her jaw, fingers splayed over her eyes, releasing large, exaggerated sobs. She crossed one of her legs over the other, wings fluttering sadly. Her whole body glowed, and she was a small glowing ball of gold against the darkness. Everywhere she moved she left gold pixie dust, though it didn't have anything to grasp onto, so it faded simply away. She was aware that she was alone, and though it was scary, she could only feel sad at the moment. Pixies could only feel one emotion at a time, so sometimes her emotions could get a little exaggerated and take her over.

She sniffled, pulling her face out of her hands, setting her chin in her palm, and her elbow against her knee, large wet years still spilling over the lower rim of her eyelids, leaving tiny streaks on her cheeks. She sighed, looking around at the very large park, trying to find somewhere that might look remotely comfortable to live. She didn't see any bird houses, or any trees that might have vacant holes in them. She was a tiny little woman in a big persons world, and she was all alone.

She opened her mouth for a moment, saying something to herself, a series of small tinkles erupting into the night instead of words. The voice of the pixie was too high pitched for humans, except for a certain few that could learn to hear it, but she had nobody here to translate. Peter could understand her, the Lost Boys too, and she missed them terribly. She missed the pirates, the Indians, the Lost Boys, and even the tickin crocodile. She hated the mermaids and tiger lily, but she made exceptions for them when they were being mean to Wendy. But they wouldn't do that anymore.

Why her? She didn't know. She wiped her eyes with her hands, and sat there by herself, not knowin what she was going to do. It was a big world out there, and she was so little, and this was so different to her. She was now all alone.

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i_cantinker
2012-12-11 03:18 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you!" Tinker Bell mouthed, a response to Christine telling her she looked very nice, as well as to making the dress itself because she was grateful. It wasn't every day you come to a strange world, make a new friend, and get a new dress. Now all she needed was a place to live and she would be set, but she could never ask that of Christine, no matter how nice the manor was, nor how pretty the view was.

The tiny knife mimicked the one that Peter had, he had had it made for her, and she always carried it with her because she felt that you never knew when you would need to get into some place that you couldn't because it was blocked. It also came in handy for fighting pirates, though the knife itself was so tiny it wouldn't feel like more than a pin prick to a human and would only draw a tiny amount of blood.

Tink fluttered over to Christine's bed, landing on the giant, soft spread, walking around on it. She finally took a good look at the whole room, turning around and around to see everything for what it was, and she sat down on the bedspread, satisfied.

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i_captivate
2012-12-16 12:10 am UTC (link)

"It is my pleasure."

And she meant it. Although she did not exactly make clothes for herself it wasn't really difficult to make a dress so small. And now that she got to see how pleased Tinker Bell was it really was worth it. She was actually quite impressed with how well she had done with what she had made. She really did believe she had done well. Not so well that she would consider making a lot of dresses for herself since her skill was not exactly that good.

As she moved about, Christine put her things away and then stood, watching her. She really was very graceful. A lot better than Christine had been when she had tried to fly. Of course it was normal for Tinker Bell whereas Christine had experienced something which seemed so unnatural. Gently, she also sat on her bed, careful not to make her fall or anything.

"Are you okay?"

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i_cantinker
2012-12-16 12:30 am UTC (link)

Tinker Bell was satisfied with the dress, and would definitely have Christine make more of them if the woman so chose, because the craftmanship was so good. Tink had never had anyone do something so nice for her, either, so that was always a bonus. Christine was going to be a great friend. Perhaps Christine would like to try flying again, soon. That was something that could be done inside as well as outside, mostly it was safer inside since there were softer things than concrete and grass, but that was for the person to decide.

When Christine sat down next to her on the bed, Tink looked up at her and smiled, nodding her whole head so that the action seemed exaggerated in a way. She moved to stand, wings flapping so that she was airborne, turning to face Christine, so that they were looking at each other and so that the woman could read her lips, "Tell me about you." Tink mouthed, wanting to know a little about her new friend.

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i_captivate
2012-12-17 12:22 am UTC (link)

Christine smiled happily when Tinker Bell indicated she was okay. Good. Christine had worried given she had come to sit on the bed. The last thing she wanted was to have somehow upset her friend. And even now she had a brief moment of disbelief over her friendship with a fairy. This place really was odd. But this was one odd thing she was happy to accept. Tinker Bell had already proven herself a very valuable friend. Christine was brought from her thoughts as Tinker Bell grabbed her attention. Her eyes immediately fell to her lips, assuming that the fairy wished to say something. She was right.

"Me?" What was there to tell? Though she knew she had lived a varied life before coming here but she wasn't sure just how much of her past Tinker Bell was interested in. Perhaps it was just what had happened in her life since coming here? Christine couldn't tell.

"What about me?"

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i_cantinker
2012-12-17 04:30 pm UTC (link)

Tinker Bell just did what she wanted to do, be it fly away and settle somewhere, or fly in circles around the room. Her wings needed to rest once in a while anyway, as they often grew tired from supporting her weight, but she mostly let them rest when she slept at night and that seemed to work out just fine.

When Christine asked what there was to tell, Tink shrugged her shoulders at the tall human woman, willing to hear anything at all.

"Anything." She mouthed, trying to encourage Christine to tell her where she was from, what her world was like.

"I'm from Neverland." Tink explained, mouthing the words, her bell like voice chiming softly. "We have mermaids, pirates, indians.....and Lost Boys!" She said, almost beaming when she talked about her world. She missed it terribly, but she would survive as long as she had a friend to help her.

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i_captivate
2012-12-19 12:19 am UTC (link)

Anything? That could include an awful lot of things. Christine wasn’t sure on what she should and shouldn’t share. What she couldn’t share. She knew her personal relationship with Erik was not something she could speak about. She had promised not to announce it to anyone and as much as she would like to talk to someone else about it she wouldn’t break the promise she made to the man she loved.

“Neverland?” An odd name but it sounded intriguing. Besides, the more Tinker Bell discussed her her life then the better an idea she may have about what to do. What to say. Plus Tinker Bell seemed to have an interesting life and past. Not that she really knew what she meant.

“Tell me more?”

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i_cantinker
2012-12-26 03:22 pm UTC (link)

Tinker Bell simply wanted to know things about Christine that she could share with a friend, things like what kind of work she was in, the activities she did in the City, the friends she had made, or anything interesting she might want to share with the fairy. Nothing personal of course, but it wasn't like Tink knew anyone to spread rumors about, nor could anyone understand her anyway.

When Christine repeated the name of her home, Neverland, Tink beamed, "Yes!" She chimed, "Neverland!"

When Christine asked to know more, Tink shrugged her shoulders, "I live in a world where children never grow up, we don't get sick and we never have to go home and follow rules." She explained in a chime, speaking slowly so Christine could understand her. "The Lost Boys live there. They had homes once, but Peter found them and brought them to Neverland so they could play and fight pirates and never have to worry about not being able to eat or not having anyone to play with." They were all sort of lost in a way, and Neverland brought all of them together.

"And then Peter brought Wendy and the Darlings...." Tink said, her eyes narrowing with hate for the girl Wendy. "Peter loved to bring new children to see our world, in hopes of getting more to stay and be happy with being children." She explained slowly, her voice holding almost a sad tone of chime, "Peter and I came to the Earth a lot of times, but only to see the Darlings, or to find lost children."

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i_captivate
2012-12-28 03:08 am UTC (link)

Children don't grow up? Christine could not see the appeal in that. Why be a child forever? Everyone must grow up eventually and some sooner than others. The thought of not getting sick had perks but that was it. She felt glad to be the age she is. Looked forward to the future she had waiting for her. If she had stayed a child then none of that would have happened.

"It does not sound safe."

That was the nicest thing to say about it. It didn't sound like an attractive lifestyle had been her initial response but she knew that no person liked to hear that about their home. Saying it did not seem safe was just honesty. It truly didn't. She hated to think of children facing such a dangerous situation but she could do nothing about that here.

"Lost children?"

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