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Post by alexsmith on Dec 10, 2012 10:45:27 GMT -5
Alex was getting really bored of trying to get the other story tellers ready. It was a tiresome job and he needed to find a way to make it fun. All of the other fairies were practising their stories and making last minute adjustments to them but Alex didn't need to rehearse. He knew that his stories were good and what made them even better was the fact that everyone believed they were true. "Samuel, why did you let that butterfly steal your pencil? How are you going to write now?" Alex had decided to have some fun. Samuel was still holding his pencil in his hand but within not time all the fairies around him were looking frantically for it.
Alex laughed loudly and flew up to the tallest branch of a tree. They would all be busy for a while looking for the missing pencil so he could have a few moments to relax. He settled himself onto the branch and looked out across the sky. It really was a lovely day and he could think of a million things he would rather be doing than working. He swung his legs lazily over the branch and considered his option. He could easily fly away somewhere for a quick adventure. Maybe the lost boys were up to something interesting today? He stood up and was about to go look for them when he heard a rustling sound. "Hello?" he called out, wondering if there was someone who would want to join him on an adventure.
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Post by swift on Dec 17, 2012 17:02:03 GMT -5
I BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS SOFT
AND SWEET, YOU THOUGHT AN
ANGEL SWEPT YOU OFF YOUR FEET.
Boring. Boring. Boring. How could one day be so dull? It was even more dull from the viewpoint of a certain rebellious Dust Talent fairy by the name of Swift. The dark haired teen groaned and rolled his eyes in disgust as he flew about various area's of the Hollow, trying to find at least one thing to occupy his time in a better way. Swift had already managed to ditch the Helper Talent fairy who was supposed to be watching him, keeping him from breaking the rules or escaping. Heh, well they're certainly good at that job.
[/color] he thought to himself both smugly and sarcastically as he flew onwards. After a while, the hot-head came upon a small area where many other fairies seemed to be sitting crouched over desks. Instead of writing however, they all seemed to be scrambling around like fire ants, clearly looking for something. Tch. Story Tellers. Like that's even a real talent.[/color] he commented to himself as he realised who they were. Chuckling sadistically at the sight, Swift wondered what had caused the commotion. His answer came when he spotted the faint glow from another fairy way up in the treetops. Zooming up there he landed on the highest branch and came upon another young male fairy, who seemed to be hiding. Plastering a grin onto his face, he called "Don't tell me; you're ditching work too huh?"[/color] it was more of an assumption than a question. -----[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] Lyrics: For Your Entertainment,
by Adam Lambert.
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Post by alexsmith on Dec 20, 2012 16:45:43 GMT -5
Alex grinned when he saw another fairy fly up to his branch. It wasn't someone he recognised but that wasn't a bad thing. Alex was always up for meeting new fairy's, especially ones who were up for having some fun. "I left the story tellers searching for a pencil so I have some free time right now." He grinned at the other fairy and stood up on his branch. Alex looked towards the ground and was pleased to see they were still looking around the floor for the pencil. He let out a small laugh before turning his attention to the new comer.
"I'm Alex by the way. I'm a story teller fairy." He held his hand out for a handshake and wondered what else he could tell the guy about himself. It would be easy to make up some fantastical tale to tell him. Maybe he could reveal that he was the bravest fairy in all of Neverland, always off on adventures to the mainland. Or maybe he could tell him that he had recently escaped the clutches of a crow who insisted he tell him stories all the time. With Alex's talent he knew that anything he said would be believable but he decided against it. Maybe later in the day he could come up with something to tell him. "So why are you ditching work?"
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