Seeing isn't Believing

The name's Bernard, head elf at the North Pole and more importantly- Santa's Workshop. I regret to say, the big guy felt that I needed some way to relax even though I told him that I need to be busy preparing for Christmas, which is right around the corner. So, my small amount of free time will be spent here. ---------------------------- Independent RP blog for Bernard from The Santa Clause films. Will interact with anyone and is always excepting any Asks. In addition, I do not own any of the images/gifs on this blog, so if something of your's is on here and you'd like it to be taken off, just let me know! Also, this is a sideblog, so unfortunately I won't be able to follow anyone back. Sorry!

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365 Days of Film: 50 Marvelous Males

41. Bernard: Head Elf

"Let me explain something to you, okay? Toys have to be delivered. I’m not gonna do it. It’s not my job. I’m just an elf. It’s Santa’s job, but Santa fell off the roof. Your roof. You read the card. You put on the suit. That clearly falls under the Santa Clause, so now you’re Santa. Okay?"

[theheadelf-blog]

So you like kids better than grown ups? What if the grown ups still believe in Santa?

I never said I liked kids better, but they are much easier to understand since I'd be out of a job if it wasn't for them. 

There are lots of grownups who still believe, and a lot of them help us out around the holidays (shopping mall Santas, for example.) Don't know where we'd be without them.

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Wendy watched as the boy looked up as if the sky was his homeland. She had barely noticed her arms were so rudely crossed and after seeing him imitate her she quickly released them from her stomach. "Oh, Nor- Oh! Oh my!" She was shocked, startled and not sure if she should believe . "Mmmm?" her voice rang as she raised an eyebrow. "The North Pole? As in Comet and Cupid and Dasher?" Wendy drew very close to the boy, looked into his eyes and whispered "Prove it"

Bernard nodded along with every sentence that came out of Wendy's mouth. He understood how ridiculous it sounded. Heck, he was probably even the metaphorical 'skeptic among the scholars' at the Pole. But this was just one of those things that he naturally needed to faith that kids still believed in. His brows were knit thinking of a way to "prove" it to her, though, aside from his appearance, he physically had no way of doing.

"Come on," he tried to reason, beginning to talk with his hands and gesturing towards the girl, "you're not too old that you've stopped believing in that sort of thing, have you?"

[theheadelf-blog]

Wendy smiled at the boy with the pointy ears. He looked about her age but talked as if he were a grown up. "Bernard, is it?" She made a hmph sound and crossed her arms. "How old are you?" Her eyebrow raised and her blue eyes starred at his in a state of curiosity. "And where on earth are you from?"

"I'm... older than I look," Bernard answered giving a half-smile. He saw Wendy's arms crossed and knew that there was no fooling a girl like this. He looked her in the eye and then rolled his own, as to say Why not? He crossed his arms to match hers and finally tried to give a straight answer in a hushed tone.

"From up north," he said, shaking his head, wanting to almost laugh at himself, "The North Pole, north, okay?"

[theheadelf-blog]

Hello Bernard, how are you :D

I've been alright I'd say. Work's begun for the year so I've been able to keep pretty busy.

How about you? 

[theheadelf-blog]

So, here's my question B (may I call you B?): What do you do now that Christmas is over? Do you get to relax for 5 seconds and then start planning for next year?

That's alright, reasonable nicknames are fine with me.

Generally everyone gets a vacation from the 25th through the 31st, but then on the first day of January planning begins, the Naughty and Nice lists are wiped clean, and all works starts up again.

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BERNARD. You. are one of the best beings to ever live. juz sayin' ;)

Are you, and everyone out there, aware of the phrase "flattery will get you nowhere"?

[theheadelf-blog]

Just thought I'd let everyone know that Santa has had a successful takeoff and is currently flying over South America. I'd like to give a huge thanks to all the elves and people who made this year possible, and here's to hoping that next year will be just as great!

Merry Christmas everyone!

[theheadelf-blog]

Christmas is in two days! Just a few last minute preparations and Santa will be ready to head on out tomorrow night!

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Iv'e been in love with you since 94'

Wow, I don't know what to say...

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Wendy had never seen someone who had such... pointy ears before. "Tell me Bernard, are you new around here?" The question seemed so silly to Wendy because being herself she walked around these streets 15 times a day. She had taken pride in memorizing all the faces and names of those who lived in Bloomsbury. Plus, there was something about this boy that didn't look like it was London material.

"I'm just here on business," said Bernard. He fiddled with his hat, trying to pull it down farther, afraid he was catching unwanted attention, but it didn't hide his ears as much as he would have liked. But the girl in front of him, Wendy, surely wasn't a girl who would've given him any grief for it. She'd probably just be curious from what he vaguely knew about her from his year working at the Pole.

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I’m trying not to cry at how perfect this is

[theheadelf-blog]

Wendy was walking a bit fast down the ice covered street, watching as people dressed as Santa sat on the curb singing christmas tunes in hums. Wendy kept looking at the ground to watch her step then the next thing she knew she was flung down and dropped all of her gifts she'd just gotten wrapped. "Oh my!" she called, "I do apologize." She looked up to see a boy with black locks staring at her. She let of a warm smile and introduced herself. "My name is Wendy Moria Angela Darling."

"Here!" said Bernard, quickly reaching out a hand to pull up the girl who had fallen in the commotion that came from behind him. He scuffled to pick up the presents that had scattered themselves across the ice-covered sidewalk and then carefully set them back into her arms. 

"You're fine," he assured her, and then stood quietly while she introduced herself with a name that truly seemed to fit her. 

[theheadelf-blog]

Are outsiders allowed in the North Pole? I've always wanted to see it! I'm sure you could give the grand tour.

Well unfortunately due to the SOS (Secret of Santa), a very limited amount of humans are allowed to come visit the North Pole unless it's for some sort of official business. Even then it takes quite a bit discussion and paperwork with the big man and other's in charge up here. 

So, to sum up, the answer would have to be no. Sorry.

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