Post by Lillian Tinkerbell on Jun 6, 2013 0:08:31 GMT
So...she had a new house now. Tink walked down the street slowly, looking at the houses on either side. On one side, were even numbered houses, on the other odd numbered houses. She was looking for number eleven, which seemed to be at the very end of the row of odd numbered houses. It was a good thing the houses were numbered because they looked almost exactly alike.
Finally, Tink arrived at number eleven. It looked like a nice house, not very unique though. Maybe she could paint it? That would help it stand out, but she wasn't the only one who lived here. If she wanted to paint or do anything else really, she'd have to clear it with her housemates first. Housemates! She actually lived with other people now. Sure, she'd once lived with the Lost Boys, but even then she'd had her own little house. She'd never actually lived with someone else in the same house. Hopefully, they'd all click together like gears. If not her time here could be quite unpleasant. Well, she certainly wouldn't make a good impression just standing out here like this. Slowly, she started walking up the front path towards the door.
For a few moments, she stood at the door, fidgeting nervously. Should she knock? Ring the doorbell? That seemed silly. This was her home now. She even had a key. Still, what if someone was there? It would look like she'd just waltzed in without having any right to be there. If no one was home though, she could be standing outside for a while. What could she do? After standing there for a few more minutes, she decided to try the door. If it was locked, there was probably no one home, and she'd go inside. If it wasn't, there was probably someone there, and she'd knock or ring the bell. She reached out tentatively, gripped the door knob, and tried to twist it. It stayed firm, refusing to turn in the slightest. So that meant there was probably no one home...or that they didn't want to be bothered. She was getting tired of standing there though and also tired of this anxious feeling in her stomach. She wanted to get this over with and just go inside already. Not to mention, if she stood out here much longer, she might draw some unwanted attention. After a brief hesitation, she slipped her key into the lock and twisted it. A few seconds later, she had opened the door and hopped inside, closing the door behind her.
Tink stood in the doorway for several long minutes, looking around. She felt strangely disappointed. Sure, the house was decorated and furnished beautifully, but it hardly looked like a home. It looked more like a perfect picture, a bit too perfect to be honest. She sighed softly and walked further inside. As she strolled through her new place, she passed by a couch with a ton of pillows on it. Seized by an overdramatic urge, she grabbed several of the pillows and tossed them lightly onto the floor. Feeling a smidgen better, she continued on her tour of the house. She passed through the kitchen, where she spotted a small garden through the window. Then she walked through the dining room with its perky perfect vase of flowers on the table. She walked down a short hall next and saw a small powder room for guests and a laundry room with a washer and dryer. Then she went upstairs where she guessed the bedrooms were, unless everyone slept on the couch. There were certainly enough pillows there. Upstairs, she found two closed doors. She peaked into them both and discovered that they were bedrooms. They also looked a bit more lived in than the rest of the house. She figured they must belong to her housemates, so she quietly shut the doors. Then she saw the one open door that opened into what must be her new room. She went inside and looked around.
Again, Tink was disappointed. Yes, the room was furnished nicely. There was a bed, a seating area, a desk, and two bedside tables. It all looked quite comfortable, but it looked too perfect. Absolutely nothing about the room made her feel at home, not like the first time she walked into her tinker house. That would change soon enough though. Who knew how long she'd be here? She wanted to feel at home in her new home. She was already making up plans on what she would do, and she was so distracted that she almost missed the rather large basket with stuff piled inside it sitting on the desk. She walked over to the desk and found a note attached to the basket. Welcome to Tenebrae Estates, Lillian Tinkerbell! The note read. We have provided you with a few nessisities that should last you for your first few days here. After which, you should have a job and therefore be able to buy whatever you need. We hope you enjoy your stay at Tenebrae Estates. Sincerely, Tenebrae Staff She tossed the note aside and started pulling stuff out of the basket. It mostly seemed to be hygiene products: soap, shampoo, toothpaste, but it also had some towels and washcloths in it as well. Seeing all the stuff made her realize it'd been a while since she'd had a bath or shower. Okay, technically, she'd had one yesterday, but that'd been in a whole different world. She felt more than justified in her desire to take a shower. The only question was: where was it? Sure, she'd found a small guest powder room on the first floor, but that only had a toilet añd a sink in it. Where was this house's shower and, or bathtub? She spotted two closed doors in her room, and figuring she should look in there before she started complaining, she picked up the contents of her basket and went to have a look. The first door she opened went into a large empty walk in closet with shelves and drawers on one side and a long pole on the other for hanging up clothes. She closed the door and went to try the other. Aha, here was the bathroom, and what a lovely bathroom it was. Sure, it was a little plain jane as it was all white, but it had a seperate shower and tub as well as a sink and a toilet, and high above, bathing everything in a bright light, there was a skylight. She smiled to herself in delight and shut the door.
An hour and a half later, Tink emerged from her room, feeling all nice and clean. Unfortunately, she didn't have any other clothes, so she'd been forced to dress again in her green pixie dress and shoes. She didn't really mind too much, but she did wish she had some other clothes. Ah well, she supposed she'd get more eventually. Until then, her old dress would just have to suit. To her disappointment, the house still seemed to be totally empty. She scowled lightly as she went downstairs to wait until someone got home. She must have sat on the couch for at least an hour. At first, she was able to busy herself by saving phrases into her talking device. The Shift had affected her in such a way that she couldn't actually talk, so she had a little device to do this for her. Saving phrases quickly became rather dull and tedious, so she started looking around for something to do. It was starting to get dark, and she was starting to get hungry again. She didn't know what, if anything, there was to eat in the house. While she had walked through the kitchen earlier, she hadn't peeked into any of thr cupboards or anything. She got up now to do so, and while she was looking around, she had the idea to make her housemates dinner. After all, they would probably be hungry when they got home, and she couldn't think of a better way to get off on the right foot than by providing them with something tasty to eat. The only problem was she'd never actually cooked anything in her life. She mostly just ate raw ingredients: blueberries, apples, sunflower seeds, and other such things. She'd never actually combined wgg, milk, flour, and sugar to make a cake, much less anything else. Still, shr didn't think it would be too hard to figure out. She was a tinker, and tinkers could make anything. It would probably be best if she started with something simple though. After a few minutes of searching, she found a frozen supreme pizza. Well, she had enjoyed the one slice she'd eaten at that restaurant for lunch, and clearly someone in the house liked it, and it did seem easy to cook. So why not? For the next few minutes, she was busy with preheating the oven, finding a tray to cook the pizza on, opening up the pizza, and finally putting it in the oven. Once the pizza was in, she stood there idly for a few minutes. Sure, the pizza might be okay, but she wanted to do something more impressive. She started hunting around again until she found a box of cake mix. The picture on the front looked delicious, and the instructions didn't look too difficult. Really, all she needed was butter, milk, eggs, and water. She could totally handle that. A short while later, she'd managed to get all the ingredients into a large bowl and was just about to mix them up. She turned on the beaters and started to ease them towards the bowl of cake mix. That's when she thought she heard the door open. She quickly turned the beaters off and set them on the counter, rushing over to peer around the kitchen wall.
Finally, Tink arrived at number eleven. It looked like a nice house, not very unique though. Maybe she could paint it? That would help it stand out, but she wasn't the only one who lived here. If she wanted to paint or do anything else really, she'd have to clear it with her housemates first. Housemates! She actually lived with other people now. Sure, she'd once lived with the Lost Boys, but even then she'd had her own little house. She'd never actually lived with someone else in the same house. Hopefully, they'd all click together like gears. If not her time here could be quite unpleasant. Well, she certainly wouldn't make a good impression just standing out here like this. Slowly, she started walking up the front path towards the door.
For a few moments, she stood at the door, fidgeting nervously. Should she knock? Ring the doorbell? That seemed silly. This was her home now. She even had a key. Still, what if someone was there? It would look like she'd just waltzed in without having any right to be there. If no one was home though, she could be standing outside for a while. What could she do? After standing there for a few more minutes, she decided to try the door. If it was locked, there was probably no one home, and she'd go inside. If it wasn't, there was probably someone there, and she'd knock or ring the bell. She reached out tentatively, gripped the door knob, and tried to twist it. It stayed firm, refusing to turn in the slightest. So that meant there was probably no one home...or that they didn't want to be bothered. She was getting tired of standing there though and also tired of this anxious feeling in her stomach. She wanted to get this over with and just go inside already. Not to mention, if she stood out here much longer, she might draw some unwanted attention. After a brief hesitation, she slipped her key into the lock and twisted it. A few seconds later, she had opened the door and hopped inside, closing the door behind her.
Tink stood in the doorway for several long minutes, looking around. She felt strangely disappointed. Sure, the house was decorated and furnished beautifully, but it hardly looked like a home. It looked more like a perfect picture, a bit too perfect to be honest. She sighed softly and walked further inside. As she strolled through her new place, she passed by a couch with a ton of pillows on it. Seized by an overdramatic urge, she grabbed several of the pillows and tossed them lightly onto the floor. Feeling a smidgen better, she continued on her tour of the house. She passed through the kitchen, where she spotted a small garden through the window. Then she walked through the dining room with its perky perfect vase of flowers on the table. She walked down a short hall next and saw a small powder room for guests and a laundry room with a washer and dryer. Then she went upstairs where she guessed the bedrooms were, unless everyone slept on the couch. There were certainly enough pillows there. Upstairs, she found two closed doors. She peaked into them both and discovered that they were bedrooms. They also looked a bit more lived in than the rest of the house. She figured they must belong to her housemates, so she quietly shut the doors. Then she saw the one open door that opened into what must be her new room. She went inside and looked around.
Again, Tink was disappointed. Yes, the room was furnished nicely. There was a bed, a seating area, a desk, and two bedside tables. It all looked quite comfortable, but it looked too perfect. Absolutely nothing about the room made her feel at home, not like the first time she walked into her tinker house. That would change soon enough though. Who knew how long she'd be here? She wanted to feel at home in her new home. She was already making up plans on what she would do, and she was so distracted that she almost missed the rather large basket with stuff piled inside it sitting on the desk. She walked over to the desk and found a note attached to the basket. Welcome to Tenebrae Estates, Lillian Tinkerbell! The note read. We have provided you with a few nessisities that should last you for your first few days here. After which, you should have a job and therefore be able to buy whatever you need. We hope you enjoy your stay at Tenebrae Estates. Sincerely, Tenebrae Staff She tossed the note aside and started pulling stuff out of the basket. It mostly seemed to be hygiene products: soap, shampoo, toothpaste, but it also had some towels and washcloths in it as well. Seeing all the stuff made her realize it'd been a while since she'd had a bath or shower. Okay, technically, she'd had one yesterday, but that'd been in a whole different world. She felt more than justified in her desire to take a shower. The only question was: where was it? Sure, she'd found a small guest powder room on the first floor, but that only had a toilet añd a sink in it. Where was this house's shower and, or bathtub? She spotted two closed doors in her room, and figuring she should look in there before she started complaining, she picked up the contents of her basket and went to have a look. The first door she opened went into a large empty walk in closet with shelves and drawers on one side and a long pole on the other for hanging up clothes. She closed the door and went to try the other. Aha, here was the bathroom, and what a lovely bathroom it was. Sure, it was a little plain jane as it was all white, but it had a seperate shower and tub as well as a sink and a toilet, and high above, bathing everything in a bright light, there was a skylight. She smiled to herself in delight and shut the door.
An hour and a half later, Tink emerged from her room, feeling all nice and clean. Unfortunately, she didn't have any other clothes, so she'd been forced to dress again in her green pixie dress and shoes. She didn't really mind too much, but she did wish she had some other clothes. Ah well, she supposed she'd get more eventually. Until then, her old dress would just have to suit. To her disappointment, the house still seemed to be totally empty. She scowled lightly as she went downstairs to wait until someone got home. She must have sat on the couch for at least an hour. At first, she was able to busy herself by saving phrases into her talking device. The Shift had affected her in such a way that she couldn't actually talk, so she had a little device to do this for her. Saving phrases quickly became rather dull and tedious, so she started looking around for something to do. It was starting to get dark, and she was starting to get hungry again. She didn't know what, if anything, there was to eat in the house. While she had walked through the kitchen earlier, she hadn't peeked into any of thr cupboards or anything. She got up now to do so, and while she was looking around, she had the idea to make her housemates dinner. After all, they would probably be hungry when they got home, and she couldn't think of a better way to get off on the right foot than by providing them with something tasty to eat. The only problem was she'd never actually cooked anything in her life. She mostly just ate raw ingredients: blueberries, apples, sunflower seeds, and other such things. She'd never actually combined wgg, milk, flour, and sugar to make a cake, much less anything else. Still, shr didn't think it would be too hard to figure out. She was a tinker, and tinkers could make anything. It would probably be best if she started with something simple though. After a few minutes of searching, she found a frozen supreme pizza. Well, she had enjoyed the one slice she'd eaten at that restaurant for lunch, and clearly someone in the house liked it, and it did seem easy to cook. So why not? For the next few minutes, she was busy with preheating the oven, finding a tray to cook the pizza on, opening up the pizza, and finally putting it in the oven. Once the pizza was in, she stood there idly for a few minutes. Sure, the pizza might be okay, but she wanted to do something more impressive. She started hunting around again until she found a box of cake mix. The picture on the front looked delicious, and the instructions didn't look too difficult. Really, all she needed was butter, milk, eggs, and water. She could totally handle that. A short while later, she'd managed to get all the ingredients into a large bowl and was just about to mix them up. She turned on the beaters and started to ease them towards the bowl of cake mix. That's when she thought she heard the door open. She quickly turned the beaters off and set them on the counter, rushing over to peer around the kitchen wall.
