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Tinkerbell ([personal profile] golden_glow) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2012-01-22 08:34 pm
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Character(s): Tinkerbell, Timon
Content: Tinkerbell brings Timon a gift!
Setting: The apartment Timon is hiding in. :|
Time: Week 37
Warnings: None

If this wasn't where Timon was, she was giving up. She decided it, here and now, panting as she continued to lug the heavy load she'd encased inside a small basket covered in a blanket. To anyone else, the darling little basket wouldn't be a problem to carry at all, but the bite-sized pixie was having some problems, even with her pixie dust.

She lowered it onto the windowsill and leaned against it for a moment, puffing and rubbing her lower back. Adding to her bedraggled appearance, her pale skin was streaked with dirt and a twig poked out from her bun. All told, not the best way to look when coming to someone's home, but that was the farthest thought from her mind.

"Timon!" she called after catch her breath, pounding on the window with all her pixie might. "You in there? It's me!"
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-02-08 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
It was almost tragic how close the pixie was to her goal and yet so terribly far from it. Yes, Timon was indeed home and easily within sight from the windowsill. However, that was sadly where the pixies fortune came to an end. Though she may have found the meerkat, she had caught him during a time which he was asleep. Waking him would require far more than a few knocks at the window. Her pixie might had been enough to make him stir but not nearly enough to truly note her presence.

Sprawled out on the floor, the meerkat in question could be found lying on his back and soaking in the sun’s rays that poured in through the window. At the sound of Tinkerbell’s knocking, he simply turned to his side, back facing the window. She would need to get a little more creative if she had any hope of making the lazy animal move.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-02-12 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Timon awoke with a start, jumping quite literally at the sound of broken glass. What was that? Had someone had broken in? A Heartless, a Nobody, the Organization?! His gaze quickly went from one side of the apartment to the other, desperately in search source. Were they already in there with him? He shuffled back nervously. What if they were right behind him?

At that exact thought, the meerkat’s heel met with something cold and hard, causing him to immediately trip over it and fall onto his back. He gave out a cry of surprise and squeezed his eyes shut, horrified to see what awaited him. However, Timon found himself waiting far longer than he expected and when he finally opened his eyes he found nothing. Nothing, except for a small rock under his feet. “What the…?”

Oddly, he could not recall the rock being there a moment ago. It was as though it had appeared out of thin air. Had Vyers not been so sure to always close the windows before every excursion, it could have easily been possible. But the idea that something could have come through the window had failed to cross his mind completely before he noticed a piece of broken glass on the floor. Slowly, gaze shifted to the window and sure enough he found that the rock had come in through there. The hole in it almost the same size of the rock he had tripped over. More confused than anything else, the meerkat looked from the rock beneath him to the window in question. What could possibly get in through a hole that size?
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-02-20 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Timon gave a long and frustrated groan while he buried his face into his paws. He knew for a fact the moment the window was discovered he would be blamed for it. That was simply the way it worked. Unless… Unless he was still dreaming, sprawled out on the floor and soaking in the sun’s rays. At the thought, he peered out between his fingers at the window. Nope, still broken. He sighed in defeat, allowing his paws to fall back to his sides as he approached the window.

“I hope that dust of yours can fix windows too.” The meerkat called up to Tinkerbell. “Talk about a wake up call… Sheesh!” He scratched the back of his head and inspected the damage with a cringe. “You ever heard of knocking?”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-02-25 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
There hadn’t been much Timon could say to her response other than to ‘knock harder’. However, that clearly had resulted in their current dilemma. He surveyed the damage as Tinkerbell entered the room, subconsciously rubbing his temples in frustration. So long as they cleaned the loose glass, he supposed it would be alright. If someone were to step on it and hurt themselves, with the exception of Pumbaa who of course had hooves, he would never hear the end of it.

On the note of the pixie having something for him, he turned his attention back to Tinkerbell. “It’s not a smack in the head, is it?” he asked, approaching the window worriedly. A lot of people had promised him one of those lately.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-03-02 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
“Present?” Timon could not have looked more surprised by the pixie. “You actually…?” Trailing off, he watched as she pushed the basket she’d carried into sight, head tilted curiously. She’d brought him a blanket? The way she had talked about it made it sound as though she’d - Oh, hello!

The moment she revealed the baskets true contents was the very same the meerkats eyes lit up. Tinkerbell was not the only one who could be found glowing. Timon practically radiated with excitement as he clambered up the windowsill and closer to his prize. Just how many grubs could she have had in there? Pressing himself against the glass, he continued to eyeball the basket and lick his lips. Judging by the length, width, and height, Timon easily estimated at least twenty squirming little grubs, all with his name on them. Now the question was whether or not he should eat them all at once or over the course of the week. Should he season them or simply eat them plain? What if he were to skewer and cook them? Or maybe turn them into a soup of sorts?

Oh, had Tinkerbell still talking to him? Timon had long forgotten the pixie the moment she revealed the grubs. Maybe he did deserve that smack in the head…
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-03-05 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
The meerkat blinked numerous times, abruptly taken from his train of thought and back to Tinkerbell. He reached for his cheek but not before receiving a playful bump from the pixie. Timon had been so surprised by the act it had almost caused him to topple over. “Wha… Huh? Window?” He looked at the pixie in confusion, the gears in his head slowly beginning to turn. “Oh! The… Yeah!”

Joining Tinkerbell, he glanced over the window and cracked his fingers. “Allow me.” With a smile, Timon effortlessly popped open the window latch that allowed the bottom to be raised. “You just need to jiggle the bottom a little and it should open right up.” Should and actually doing so, however, were two completely different things. It was from that point on Timon could be found struggling with the window.

“They do it to keep things out.” He answered the pixie as though the answer were obvious. Whether or not it was intelligent design or simply cowardice Timon had yet to figure out.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-03-07 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
“You mean other than the rain?” He asked the pixie. “Other humans, I guess.” Timon had never really thought much of it. Humans were confusing creatures. As stupid as they were there were many inventions of theirs that had left the meerkat impressed. The citizens seemed mostly harmless but he’d seen firsthand the threat the species could pose. He shook his head and shrugged. “No one ever said they were smart.”

With the extra help, Timon was able to successfully shake the window lose and push it open before Tinkerbell passed out from exhaustion. “Thanks, Bells.” He said, walking out to retrieve the basket. “So, uh, what did you mean by making sure no one wants to go in?”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-03-19 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
“Huh?” Taken aback by her sudden response, Timon glanced back over the pixie, nearly walking into the basket because of it. He had always thought of such creative methods for catching bugs but never intruders. If simply made at a larger scale some would have been just as effective. The meerkat rubbed his chin, numerous ideas coming to mind. “I’d never thought of that.” He admitted. She was pretty clever for a girl. “We always kind of relied on Simba. Havin’ a lion around makes a world of difference, you know.”

He waited for the pixie to join him and help lift the basket safely into the apartment. Having always had other animals chasing him, Timon wasn’t sure he shared the same enjoyment as Tinkerbell did out of it. There was no thrill of the chase and certainly no game to him. “Who is Peter?”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-03-24 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Timon did not need to see her face to know what she had been feeling. He’d experienced the same hurt himself and since grown well acquainted. How long had it been since he had first arrived to the city, since he had gotten to see his friends again? Then have them taken away again… And again… And again. He lowered his head, his feet suddenly all the more fascinating than they had a moment ago. She seemed all too young to have to experience such things, unlike he who had reached the age where life stopped giving him things and started taking them away.

“I found Simba when he was just a cub.” He spoke up, voice soft and yet somewhat distant, as though he were caught in a distant memory. “Poor guy didn’t stand a chance out in the desert. I saved him. And Pumbaa helped, a little. We rose ‘em right, taught him all the important stuff like how the belch and dig for grubs.” Timon scratched his head and chuckled. He was rambling. “I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is I know what that’s like ‘cause I was separated from him too.”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-03-24 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, right. The grubs. Timon snapped his fingers and instantly smiled when reminded of the baskets content. “Ask no more!” he told the pixie, a cheerful tone to having returned to his voice. “I’ll show you.” He’d never say it but he was thankful she had chosen to change topics.

Climbing up onto the basket, the meerkat sat down next to Tinkerbell. He was hesitant, but after a short debate with himself he reached out and placed his paw over her eyes. “You’ll have to trust me on this first one.” He said, using his other hand to reach into the basket and pull out a bug. In this case she would have the disadvantage of knowing what she would be eating however Timon imagined it would still be easier for the pixie if she did not see it.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-03-26 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Timon said nothing in response on the account of having already stuffed a grub in his mouth. He’d waited long enough, surely he sneak at least one. Though, why he felt the need to be secretive about it was a complete mystery. They were after all his.

He hummed softly, savouring the flavour before he was forced to swallow the bug, a satisfied sigh following. Ah, they were just as he remembered them. He immediately reached into the basket for another and had been about to place it in his mouth before it dawned on him that Tinkerbell had still been waiting for her share. He looked down at the grub in his paw, then to the pixie, contemplating whether or not he should eat it anyway or give it to the girl. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head and bit off the bugs head.

“Alright, alright.” He said, dangling the lifeless bug in front of the pixie. “I’ll go easy on you. But give me time. Soon I’ll have you in tip top shape and competing against the top, numero uno connoisseurs. Myself included, of course.” The meerkat paused to take another bite out of the insect, the remaining portion hopefully small enough for Tinkerbell as he placed it in her mouth.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-04-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
“Another?” he asked, no doubt surprised by her request. Timon had expected the pixie to be repulsed and allow the thought of the bug alone ruin any chance of appreciation for taste. “Y-yeah, ‘course you can!” He plucked another from the basket and admired it. “But really savour this one. The taste, the texture, everything! I don’t want to see these little beauties go to waste.”

The meerkat once again removed the insects head and gently placed it inside the pixies mouth. “Every kind will taste a little different.” He explained. “Everybody’s got their preferences. Me and my buddy Pumbaa are completely opposites; I like the real crunchy ones while he goes for the slimy ones. One thing we can both agree on though are the ones with wings.” Timon hummed softly while he rubbed his chin in thought, another bug popped in his mouth. “Actually, I think I know just the kind you’d like.”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-04-23 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
A smile which stretched from ear to ear was seen on the meerkats face. The pixies burp was nothing short from music to his ears. “Burp-a-rific!” he encouraged her, followed by a belch of his own. “It’s a good thing, trust me. Why, in some cultures it’s considered a compliment!” But if Tinkerbell did not believe him, she would not have been the first. Timon was certainly the last one to know all about foreign customs.

“It means your satisfied.” He continued. “Not that I’m surprised. I knew you were a bug eater from the very… Well, maybe not the very start but shortly after. That still counts for somethin’!”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-06-07 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Timon looked up at the pixie and gave a muffled response. Only when he tried to speak had he realized his mouth was full. The meerkat quickly swallowed his food, a series of coughs following as he had also forgotten to chew. He pounded on his chest in an attempt to clear his airways, in the process coughing out a leg which landed between the two of them. Charming.

Ignoring the twitching leg, he tried his question for a second time. “You're leaving?” After that display, who wouldn't?
Edited 2012-06-07 00:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-06-17 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
After having fumbled with the leg, he turned his attention back to the pixie.”Uh, well…” Having realized his poor decision, that being how increasingly difficult it had become to speak to her, Timon quickly looked away from Tinkerbell. “There’s no law that says you have to go.” My, his feet were awfully interesting at the moment.

“I mean, if you want…”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-06-17 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She wanted them to do something? Wasn’t sitting and eating something enough? What exactly had she been expected from him? Growing in discomfort, Timon leaned back from the pixies advancement to the point he nearly fell from the basket. It was then he finally spoke up.

“I was gonna eat.” Timon began. “But, I guess, if there was something you wanted to do…” he could be separated from his lunch for awhile. So long as it wasn’t anything weird, that was. He refused to do anything considered ‘girly’ or ‘mushy’.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-06-18 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Timon gave a small “oh” in response without thought, only after to realize what the pixie had said. It was then the meerkats eyes widened and back notably stiffened. Had she just… Timon stared at Tinkerbell, mouth hung opened as though about speak. No, she couldn’t have said that. Could she? He shook his head and glanced over at the basket. Had she really… just challenge him? How naïve of her.

“Oh yeah?” he answered confidently. “I’ll bet you I can fit more than ten!” If there was one thing about Timon, he seldom turned down a challenge, especially when it involved bugs. After all, “They don’t call me the numero uno, King of the Jungle, Hakuna Matata champ for nothing!” Poor Tinkerbell was likely to regret her challenge, the meerkat having already begun to stuff his mouth with as many bugs as would fit.
Edited 2012-07-05 01:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-07-05 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
It was a tie between his stomach and his mouth for title of the eighth Wonder of the World. His stomach easily held the appetite of an animal three times his size and by the way he spoke, it was almost as though he were convinced his stature were too. The meerkat plucked three insects from the basket and crammed them into his mouth. Just how big was his mouth? They were about to find out.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a professional!” Timon gave as a muffled response between chews. “Nothing ever happens to them. Just you watch. I’ll show you how it’s done.” There was far more to be said, but fortunately for the pixie his mouth had become far too full for him to speak. Already holding a seventh victim in his grasp, he brought the bug up to his mouth a gently pushed it in, hoping not to disturb the other six which resided inside. This would get tricky after ten.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-07-14 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Were it not for his mouth being full, Timon would have replied to the pixies enthusiastic cheers. He had no trouble feeding from her energy. The problem was more what his body would allow. Already, he had begun to reach his limit. His mouth had already begun to hurt from the strain and the last two bugs the meerkat had tried to force inside had been smushed in the process. It was questionable whether or not they still counted.

Timon looked over his tenth bug worriedly. His mouth was big, bigger than he cared to admit, but it had also gotten awfully full. Maybe he shouldn’t have boasted quite so carelessly. He glanced over at Tinkerbell, yearning to call the challenge off. But there was something about her, something that gave him the strength to carry on and fearlessly cram that final insect into his mouth.

He raised his arms victoriously and with one gulp somehow managed to swallow the entire content without choking. The meerkat pounded his chest and gave an enthusiastic cry. "I did it! I did it!"
Edited 2012-07-14 22:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-07-20 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Timon only acknowledged the pixies complement. The idea that his talent could ever be considered gross was simply nonsense. If anything, Tinkerbell was probably jealous. Still, he laughed in return, caught up in the moment. “What did I tell you, huh? Hakuna Matata Champ, three years runnin’!” The meerkat stopped and reconsidered his title. “Or is it five years now? Either way, you’ve got the bug eating king at your side.”

Without warning, a monstrous belch escaped the meerkat. He appeared startled, having not expected it before giving a sigh in content. “Thanks.” Patting his stomach, Timon moved to take seat on the edge of the windowsill and allow his meal to digest. “Ah, that really hit the spot.” He told her while his feet swung lazily over the ledge. "Can you pick 'em or what!"
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-08-14 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
The meerkat cautiously snuck a glance her way, unsure whether his cheeks hurt from the amount of bugs he had stuffed in them or all the smiling he had done that day. He rubbed one subconsciously at the thought. Aside from the damaged window, Timon had considered it a good day. So much so, he could feel another smile had spread itself across his lips. Uncertain, he looked out at the city in search of the words he longed to say.

There was a pause before he spoke. “You know, I think the guys would like you. Well, Pumbaa likes everyone but he’d especially like you. Simba too.” Timon nudged the pixies shoulder with his. “You’re alright...” The unspoken words ‘for a girl’ lingered above them while they sat. More assured than the last, he spoke the words again. “You’re alright.”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-08-19 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
“Uhh…” Timon looked uncertain. Fun hadn’t been the first thing that came to mind at the thought of exploring other worlds. Between the Heartless he had encountered and frighteningly altered form he’d received in Halloween Town, Timon felt as though he had more than his share of exploring. At least in the city there was the illusion of safety. Help was close by whereas the other floors seemed less so.

“I dunno, Bells. Isn’t it kinda… dangerous?” Not that he was afraid. That would be absurd. He wasn’t scared of anything.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-09-24 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Timon buried his face in his paws at the pixies poor attempt at reassurance. “Don’t remind me.” He mumbled miserably, and slowly dragged his paws down his face. Her smile greeted the meerkat once he regained vision and for an instant he could not help but smile back. Talk about dangerous, a smile like hers was far too contagious.

“And people wonder why you damsels always wind up in distress.” He rolled his eyes in disbelief, teasing Tinker Bell more than anything else. “That’s exactly the sort of attitude that leads to trouble.” And Timon knew trouble. “You ever heard of just sittin’ back and relaxing for once? You know, prop up your feet? Maybe grab a bowl of covered ants? Eh, chocolate covered ants, that is.”
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-11-15 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
“Peter…” He thought to himself out loud. However, by the time Timon realized this it had been too late to cover it up. He turned away from the pixie and cringed. Wasn’t he supposed to make her feel better, not worse? Tch, Pumbaa had always been better at this sort of thing. Where was that wacky warthog when you needed him?

The meerkat rubbed the back of his neck, his previous confidence appearing to have vanished. “Well, I guess if there wasn’t anyone…” What was it he looking for; bigger, stronger, braver? He settled for “else.” But regardless, it was clear that Timon had not been keen on joining Tinker Bell. He was done with adventures. “Yeah, I could join you. But you should check if anyone else is interested. Folks seem to travel between floors now a lot more now than before.” And there was safety in numbers.
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[personal profile] cowardly_hero 2012-12-28 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Timon immediately regretted his decision. Packing? What was there to pack? He rubbed his cheek and watched the pixie flutter about with excitement. “Everything…?” he repeated in horror. “What do you mean ‘everything’?” Already he could imagine the tower of boxes and bags he would be required to carry for Tinker Bell.

“Don’t you think we should pack light?” The less they carried the faster they could move. And the faster they moved the sooner they’d get to their destination. Then they could go home or whatever they chose to call it. “Besides, if we can catch a ride with one of those bigger guys we’ll move plenty fast. Assuming they’re not lazy. Maybe we outta make an application process?”