tempus fugit

NO ONE CAN ESCAPE TIME; IT DELIVERS US ALL TO THE SAME END. :)

[hiddencreativityabound]

Of Paper and Clocks || RP with tightlywoundup

[hiddencreativityabound]

"And then you do them again, and again, and again. Don’t you ever get, oh, I don’t know, bored?” She asked, pouting still as she stepped up to Tony, her eyes examining him skeptically.

"I mean, come on, you have to spice things up a little bit! Otherwise everything is just dull, and pointless, and just—Eugh."

[tightlywoundup]

Now his hands were on his hips, his frame bending down to be capable of looking down at her. "Order, dear. 'Spicing' things up will only cause everything to get disturbed and disrupted and then we'll no longer be capable of keeping track of it." Was his answer as he frowned, not interested in trying to change anything regarding his schedule.

"And so I will not be wasting time changing things, for I refuse to make time to sit down and switch activities around. And this way, everything is perfectly organized and everything fits together nicely."

[tightlywoundup]

[Oh, hello Tony dear! My, my this little blog surely is very CREATIVE! I would never ever have pegged you as the type! But as you say, TIME changes everything, doesn't it!] - Notepad

"Sometimes, you’ll see, even I can have my moments of .. Creativity. Though to such as I, it is not yet such a festivity. Though I do thank you for your words, I think I’ll add this compliment to my records."

[whatsyourefavoriteidea-blog]

"Don’t jump ahead, where did you ever get the idea you’re someone I dread? I agree, it is essential to stay on schedule! We can’t waste the time given to be creative, though I believe we should always let creativity flow- however that could be debated. Oh, Tony. I always sort of knew, but when you put it like that I know it has to be true."

[tightlywoundup]

"Yes, I do believe in letting it flow, but far more important is to let talent show. And one who can create magnificent things in limited time, certainly is worthy of the title ‘sublime’. So keep to the schedule I would say, but be wary of cracks in the clay.. And that is doubtlessly truly grand, for you and I both to know.. Where.. We stand."

[hiddencreativityabound]

Of Paper and Clocks || RP with tightlywoundup

[hiddencreativityabound]

She giggled, knowing the rhyming game would’ve had to end eventually, and she decided to let it drop. Granted, it was very fun seeing what interesting comebacks the other could make, but nonetheless, she was perfectly alright with it.

"Now when do I make a mess?" She asked, pouting up at him, resting her hands to her sides again, entirely ignoring the dripping tar that came from her arms, her feet, entirely oblivious to his reference. 

"Oh please, like you ever truly have time for anything. Well, anything interesting, anyway. Your schedules always seem so boring.”

[tightlywoundup]

His hand had disappeared from her cheek and now it made a waving motion towards her entire form. He arched one brow, giving a pointed look to put emphasis to the motion. "When don't you make a mess?" Was all he bothered to reply to her, ignoring the pouting as much as he could.

However, her next sentence caused him to puff up, narrowing eyes just the tiniest of bits, his arms once more crossing behind his back.

 "They create order in this mess, my dear. And order is far more interesting than your chaotic, ah.. Activities, to name them so." He said, his voice showing faint hints of something like pride. "If I did not have my schedule, I would waste time by putting too much time in one activity! This way I can do all the things I wanted to do today, instead of put so much work into things that could be done so quick."

[hiddencreativityabound]

Of Paper and Clocks || RP with tightlywoundup

[hiddencreativityabound]

"Oh no, no! I’ve been quite well." She quickly replied, smirking at his hand, her own fingers coming to rest upon his hand, black ‘gloves’ resting there, the tar not yet dripping. Luckily it was easy to clean, albeit it’s ugly appearance.

"Though my painting and drawings, I do not dwell. Oh dearest clock, your appearance makes my heart almost go tick-tock.” She added, her grin now ever present, a single index finger now in the air as she swished it side to side at her final words.

"Why, that gives me such a delightful idea for a sculpture! A heart of a child, in the beak of a vulture, whom’s eyes are replaced with clocks that go tick-tock, tick-tock.” She nearly giggled at the thoughts, her mind racing on how she could creature such a beautiful entity. Oh, the material gathering would be the most fun!

[tightlywoundup]

He kept a sharp eye on her hand, making sure that none of the tar would drip upon white gloves; He even kept his eyes on the hand even as she resumed her speech and seemed to get rather excited about a new idea she just came up with yet again. 

"That does sound quite wonderful my dear, as long as you don't dirty the table with a filthy smear.. Though I guess cleaning's right on my schedule, and I.." He paused, his movements stilling as he appeared to be staring off into space.

".. I cannot rhyme 'schedule' with anything." He eventually murmurs, defeat evident in his voice as he releases a small puff of air. "But please, as I said just now, do not make too much of a mess today. I have very limited time for cleaning."

[tightlywoundup]

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[tightlywoundup]

[Oh, hello Tony dear! My, my this little blog surely is very CREATIVE! I would never ever have pegged you as the type! But as you say, TIME changes everything, doesn't it!] - Notepad

"Sometimes, you’ll see, even I can have my moments of .. Creativity. Though to such as I, it is not yet such a festivity. Though I do thank you for your words, I think I’ll add this compliment to my records."

[whatsyourefavoriteidea-blog]

[I suppose you’re right! Though, don’t you see it’s very amazing and useful! I was worried you’ve let your mind waste away and you’d have lost creativity all together and you’d be ever so boring. Oh, it’s my pleasure! I’m always here for you, you know!] - Notepad

[tightlywoundup]

"Don't you worry your little head, I will try not to become such a dread. Someone such as me has no time to be boring, if I'd want to keep on scoring.  And if you could not yet tell, I will be here for you as well."

[hiddencreativityabound]

Of Paper and Clocks || RP with tightlywoundup

[hiddencreativityabound]

Ohh, she couldn’t stay this way at him. No, not for long! Well, she could, but she decided to be a tad lenient. if only for now. With a broad smile, she approached her darling clock, her arms outstretched, before properly wrapping around him, biting her bottom lip. The girl was abound with excitement, it’d been so long since she’s seen him!

"Oh, Tony, it’s been too long! My drawings have been so dull ever since you’ve been gone." She said, her tone now much more chipper, rather than laced with usual a tone of mocking.

"Have have you been, has time treated you well? Do please tell, I’m sure you’ve been swell." she asked, taking her arms away, now bouncing a step back, and letting hands rest behind her.

[tightlywoundup]

He stood as still as ever even as she had so enthusiastically wrapped her arms around him, not bothering with returning the gesture as the smile was still faintly there on his face. "I've been fine and I thank you for asking, though the slowness of time without you by my side has been quite taxing." He replied without missing a beat, bringing up a hand just to make sure this sudden meeting wasn't going to interfere with his schedule. 

If this meeting did start taking too long for his tastes, he'd probably just pick her up and take her along to whatever was next on his to-do list. A hand went up just to brush gloved fingers across her cheek, before his head tilted to one side, not that much different from a curious puppy. "Though now I must ask the same thing to you, hoping that your days haven't been too blue."

[tightlywoundup]

[Oh, hello Tony dear! My, my this little blog surely is very CREATIVE! I would never ever have pegged you as the type! But as you say, TIME changes everything, doesn't it!] - Notepad

"Sometimes, you’ll see, even I can have my moments of .. Creativity. Though to such as I, it is not yet such a festivity. Though I do thank you for your words, I think I’ll add this compliment to my records."

[truthofthewords-deactivated2014]

A boy and yet not a boy, he could guess whatever he wished, Yoru really didn’t care all that much, he was observing, trying to see exactly who this man was, adjusting his glasses with that. What a contrast of color against the monochrome that was his home in this place.

"Well, you’re in England." Yoru explained. "Along a side road without a name. There is a town nearby, are you heading there?" A colorful traveler possibly? They were by no means friends as well, but Yoru wouldn’t make a comment on that.

The flying beings in the shadows were still very agitated. Though the man looked kind it was likely he could not be trusted this way, to watch over Chou.

[tightlywoundup]

His eyes had narrowed as he stood still, taking a moment to simply process the information granted to him. "England and a side road without a name? Well, I can quite call my.. Getting lost.. For sure a shame. It does not seem quite interesting to see, and I'm sure you won't be offering this poor fella any tea!" The entity murmured, not particularly mindful of making his voice audible enough for the other to hear, despite the obvious, yet-not-so-obvious request in his words.

A few steps to the left and his sight was taken off the boy, the hand yet again returning at his lips as he couldn't help but examine the odd, dull-seeming surroundings. He knew a certain .. doll.. Who would not enjoy this house at all, he was fairly sure. 

The smile still there even as he decided he'd done enough mucking around by looking around, turning back to the stranger at the stairs. "I'm not quite headed there, all I've wanted was a breath of fresh air. But then I stumbled upon this and I think here I'll stay, though I do find this place to be so dully grey.."

[hiddencreativityabound]

Of Paper and Clocks || RP with tightlywoundup

"Ah, hello my darling, my dearest clock! What brings you here, I hope not to mock.” began the witty, rhyming girl. Oh, how she loved to rhyme around him. She really loved to rhyme in general, oh, but in this case, it was really only to tease him. Everything she would be doing from this point would be to tease him, as he should expect.

"Have you come bearing gifts, or come bearing rifts, through time and space, and every place?" She continued, a smile curving happily upon her painted lips, a smirk forming proudly.

"Or have you come, if I may ask, to dance with me dear—

And make it last?”

[tightlywoundup]

He could feel his brow twitch in sheer annoyance at her rhyming words, knowing full well all of this was to simply mock. He crossed his arms behind his back, bowing his head the tiniest bit as he could only wait for her to be done with it so he could speak. "I have not come to request such a thing, neither is it gifts nor rifts that I bring. I wished to have such a simple chat, as it was you i wanted to take a look at. But I do quite believe you have not changed a bit, what with your rhyme and wit." 

Despite hearing her rhyme always managed to tick him off, he always found the time to do it straight back at her. Be it pride or something else entirely. A sigh escaped him, before he rolled bright eyes and a small smile made it's way upon his face, despite the damn rhyming coming from her.

"However, I realize I do not mind, even if it does make my teeth grind."

[truthofthewords-deactivated2014]

He would have to let himself in, as Yoru would not be gentlemanly enough to do it for him. No no, not when no one was here. But he slowly walked down the set of stairs from his office to the front door, the clock man would probably enter if he realized the boy would not answer right? Or, maybe he would just leave. Either way, he was there to greet him.

The butterflies did not like this man though. One, Two and Three seemed worried to be around him soon. What was there to be worried about? He was just a man. Nothing like a ChouTuski.

[tightlywoundup]

A single knock was heard on the door. However, it was only the mere lie of actual politeness; He had wasted absolutely no time on knocking and waiting for the door to be opened. One step, two steps, three steps and in the house he was. None of it really caught his interest, as far as he could tell with a single sweep across the room. 

Except, perhaps, the form that stood in front of the stairs. It appeared to be a boy from where he stood, but Tony wasn't entirely sure just yet. Regardless, a smile made it's way upon his face, his own lanky frame making a bow. 

"Hello there, little friend! I think I've encountered quite a dead-end.. Could you care to enlighten me on my whereabouts?"

Twenty-eight minutes left.

[truthofthewords-deactivated2014]

tightlywoundup has come for the job..

Yoru had been warned as soon as someone strange had come on to the property. The black butterflies whispered around his office as he had a cup of tea, interrupted from it at least, as he would sigh and walk to the window to see out into the dark of the night.

There was indeed someone there. So covered with the primary colors that he could not hide in the shadows. How odd though..for his face almost looked like a..well..a clock.

[tightlywoundup]

One arm had been bend behind his back, as the other was lifted up so he could allow his gloved hand to be held to his lips in a rather thoughtful-looking manner. All he really was doing was staring at the mansion, though, contemplating whether it was worth his time to go in or.. if it would be a mere waste of it.

He had exactly two minutes left to decide, according to the schedule he knew like the back of his own hand. Two full minutes to simply stand around and waste his time. He couldn't believe he allowed these two minutes to slip into his schedule! Regardless, he kept to it and allowed the two minutes to pass, keeping an eye on his pocket watch before finally making a move to the door. 

He had exactly thirty minutes to spend here.