Post by Lillian Tinkerbell on Jun 8, 2013 4:02:37 GMT
Hammers, screwdrivers, and wood shavings littered the work bench where a young blonde woman sat eating a sandwich. Technically, the shop was closed for the lunch hour, though the door was still unlocked. If a customer came in just then, they’d only see the young woman eating. Perhaps they would mixtake her for someone too young to assist them, which was fine because technically she wasn’t supposed to assist the customers. That was the manager’s jod, who had left at the start of the break, giving instructions to the young woman to point at the Out to Lunch sign if anyone came in. That’s exactly what she planned to do because, once again, dealing with customers wasn’t her job. Her job was simply to fix what the customers brought in, and she did her job very well.
Lillian Tinkerbell had once been a fairy, more specifically, she’d once been a tinker fairy. Fixing things came naturally to tinkers, and she was one of the best tinkers. Really, it was even part of her name, Tinkerbell, that was how good she was at it. That was probably also why she now had a small pile of completed orders at the front of her workbench. The orders consisted of mostly wooden items: chairs and tables, but there was also a small cuckoo clock in the pile as well. Tink was more than happy to fix the things. It was so peaceful and relaxing to sand out a rough spot. It finally settled her anxiety at being in such a strange new place. Unfortunately, now that all her work was done, she started to feel restless and anxious once more.
The young woman shoved the last bite of sandwich into her mouth, chewed a few times, and then swallowed it. She reached for her water bottle on her work bench and took a hefty swig. She sat there for a moment, tapping her nails against the bench top. What to do now? She supposed she should clean up her work station. More work might come in after the break was over, and she would need a station to be cleaned before tackling any more jobs. She glanced at the wood shavings on her work bench, smiled mischieviously to herself, took a deep breath, and blew all the wood shavings away. There! All clean! Tink laughed silently to herself.
Okay, so that hadn’t been such a smart thing to do. One) because now the wood shavings were all over her completed orders, and Two) because now she really didn’t have anything to do. She’d never have this problem at Pixie Hollow. If Fairy Mary, the fairy in charge of all the tinkers, ever saw you just sitting there, she’d give you something to do. Thinking about Pixie Hollow made her feel incredibily homesick. Sure, this was an all right place to live, and maybe she wouldn’t mind living here if she was sure she could get back to Pixie Hollow. Right now, she waasn’t sure of anything, and she desperately wanted to figure out some way to get back. Absentmindedly, she pulled out a sketch book and a pen, thinking about Pixie Hollow and Neverland as she drew flying machines without realizing it.
Lillian Tinkerbell had once been a fairy, more specifically, she’d once been a tinker fairy. Fixing things came naturally to tinkers, and she was one of the best tinkers. Really, it was even part of her name, Tinkerbell, that was how good she was at it. That was probably also why she now had a small pile of completed orders at the front of her workbench. The orders consisted of mostly wooden items: chairs and tables, but there was also a small cuckoo clock in the pile as well. Tink was more than happy to fix the things. It was so peaceful and relaxing to sand out a rough spot. It finally settled her anxiety at being in such a strange new place. Unfortunately, now that all her work was done, she started to feel restless and anxious once more.
The young woman shoved the last bite of sandwich into her mouth, chewed a few times, and then swallowed it. She reached for her water bottle on her work bench and took a hefty swig. She sat there for a moment, tapping her nails against the bench top. What to do now? She supposed she should clean up her work station. More work might come in after the break was over, and she would need a station to be cleaned before tackling any more jobs. She glanced at the wood shavings on her work bench, smiled mischieviously to herself, took a deep breath, and blew all the wood shavings away. There! All clean! Tink laughed silently to herself.
Okay, so that hadn’t been such a smart thing to do. One) because now the wood shavings were all over her completed orders, and Two) because now she really didn’t have anything to do. She’d never have this problem at Pixie Hollow. If Fairy Mary, the fairy in charge of all the tinkers, ever saw you just sitting there, she’d give you something to do. Thinking about Pixie Hollow made her feel incredibily homesick. Sure, this was an all right place to live, and maybe she wouldn’t mind living here if she was sure she could get back to Pixie Hollow. Right now, she waasn’t sure of anything, and she desperately wanted to figure out some way to get back. Absentmindedly, she pulled out a sketch book and a pen, thinking about Pixie Hollow and Neverland as she drew flying machines without realizing it.
