Doorman

God bless us, everyone. [ tiny timothy cratchit | twau ] #timcommatiny

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      maggie can’t imagine how difficult it must be, granted he still had his leg but still it was something that held him back from from a quick escape if need be. the thoughts of her father could not be pushed aside as he follows her to where she’d been hiding out, it’s nothing special, just a small shed behind the bushes.  

      she shakes her head, ’ there ain’t no need to be sorry about him, he was bit… so the first thing that was done ’ — she swallows hard, that was a hard day. ’ was to cut it off, he made it. ’ of course, being without him now should make it clear that he hadn’t survived. 

       after making sure the door is secure in place, she set the hunting rifle down besides her bag and immediately searched for a can. once one is pulled out, it’s given to him. ’ don’t worry ‘bout it. ’ she didn’t want to take his stuff, she felt bad enough for being caught aiming at him.

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"--Oh. Well... sorry." For being sorry -- because that's all he can think to say, on that matter. Yet he still can't help but feel it a bit, despite her wishes, for he knows how it's like to live a day-to-day life without the use of one of his legs. The only difference being Tim has done it for as long as he can remember.

He tries his best to keep up with her strides without tiring himself or making her slow down, something he likes to find a happy medium in for convenience sake. Though he's all the more happy when he's able to get off his legs for a little while -- slowly easing himself onto the floor and laying his own bag as well as the single crutch down at his side.

"--Just... take a look when we're done, okay? Please? Even if you don't actually claim anything for yourself." A hand grasps the tin offered to him, and he gives a small nod of thanks. "It'll make me feel better knowing I at least tried to help you out."

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Sometimes war is killing

Sometimes it’s saving  l i v e s

                                                                        It’s the judgement of faith

                                                         ——It’s nothing that man can dictate

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"How old are you?"

Break the ice; have our muses interact!

"Uh, well—                 …how old are you?”

If the woman were a fable, he’d gladly give away his age; he can recall it down to the exact year. But it’s impossible for the mundies to live anywhere as long as he has — and the last thing he wants is to throw up a red flag.

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Break the ice; have our muses interact!

This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

"Are you lost?"  'And you are?” "Who are you?" "I don’t think we’ve met." "How old are you?" "How long have you been there?" "Can I trust you?" "Who do you think you are?" "Are you wearing my clothes…?" "You’re cute."  "Would you like to go on a date with me?" "People are watching." "Be Careful!" "Help me!" "I’ve got bad news."  "Hate to  break it to you.. but ___ is dead."  "I will never forgive you." "I’m sorry…" "Why are you so angry?"  "Just kill me!" "This is where it ends." "Victory!"  "Stay close!" "Watch it!" "Why don’t you hate me?!"  "You can’t just give up… not now!"

[theoldhuffandpuff]

[ Nice to know that Tim cared. Not that Bigby needed Tim to tell him to be careful. He had heard that enough in the past week. If he got a dollar for every time he had been told to be careful, he would be rich. Maybe it reflected his lifestyle, maybe it was just the type of person he was. He ignored the dull throbbing in his side as a small smile crept up on his lips. ]

"You got time to talk, Tim? I want to ask you a few questions. Nothing too serious, nothing to do with my investigation either. Just a couple easy questions."

[timcommatiny]

[ He's in the same boat himself. With what he believes at this point to be an everlasting... condition, Tim is always told by others to take it easy -- to watch what he does. What he lacks in a reckless lifestyle, he makes up in a preexisting handicap. Either way, he holds belief that a life of succumbing to his restrictions isn't really a life worth living at all. ]

"--Of course." [ Honestly it's the reassurance that has a nervous tinge setting in his gut. Still, he's able to muster a smile back to the wolf. ] "Ask away."

[theoldhuffandpuff]

[ Bigby never imagined someone like Tim would end up working for the Crooked Man, especially since the kid probably couldn’t hurt a fly. He wasn’t on edge with Tim around, he knew that despite his current occupation, Tim wouldn’t go running to his boss although there were doubts. He tilted his head to the side, clicking his neck before shaking his head. ] 

"No, it doesn’t hurt and Swineheart’s already looked a it, it’ll be fine, Tim. It’s just a little blood."

[ OK that was a lie, there was quite a lot of blood but not enough to cause any damage. He could just change his shirt when he got back to the Woodlands. ]

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[ Tim never imagined someone like Tim would end up working for the Crooked Man. Never one to dabble in shady affairs, he was surprised to be offered a job in the first place -- as his personal doorman and driver, at that. Sure, he could turn around and rat off every time he witnesses doings of the Sheriff... but he wouldn't be surprised if what he has to say is already known. As a leader who thrives in control, his boss always has his ways of hearing what goes on beyond his own walls.

  No, that's a lot of blood -- and he knows it -- but he doesn't speak on it in favor of holding back the refute behind pressed lips. ]

"--Oh. Well... just try to be a little more careful.           Not all of us want to watch you keel over, Sheriff."

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Walks in holding a box of doughnuts under an arm.

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theoldhuffandpuff replied to your post:.

[pats back] good, you’ll cry and laugh

[ i take that back   i don't think i'm ready to cry just yet ]

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Introduce your muse!

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Name: Timothy Cratchit Age: Unknown, appears late teens/early 20s Height: ~5'11", shorter if hunched Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brown Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual...? Species: Fable/Human Nationality: Caucasian Positive Weaknesses (like tickling or cuddling): Praise, jokes (good or bad), holidays when he's able to do stuff for them (especially Christmas) Allergies: N/A Fears: Possibly all of the Crooked Man's higher ups, disappointing others, failure, living a life where he cannot support himself How sickly they are: It's as if he's meant to be. How often do they hurt themselves: Not as often as one might think. Relationship Status: Single

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theoldhuffandpuff:

[ His shirt was dotted with blood, not like that was out of the ordinary. He was sure he didn’t have a shirt that wasn’t covered in blood. It took him a moment to actually turn and look at Tim, raising a brow before looking down at his shirt. It smelt like his own blood, maybe his wounds had opened again. ]

"I thought I saw the Tweedles, tried to chase ‘em down Must’ve opened the stitches."

[ His explanation twists young Tim's face to a concerned frown -- remembering that night at the Pudding and Pie along with the mental image of an open wound sending a cringe through his form. The sight of blood is always unnerving... so naturally he had the urge to ask. Even if the man sporting red is none other than Sheriff Bigby Wolf himself. ]

"--It doesn't hurt?        Shouldn't you be calling Dr. Swineheart to get it checked out?".

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"When have I ever lied to you?"

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"..."

[ For his own sake, Tim holds his tongue. Eyes averting from her own, the irony of the question is made clear as he recalls even a few small, white lies he's heard from her over time.

  He's sure Mary's aware of that as well, and that's probably why she asked in the first place. ]

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{ ☾ } — “Guess I’ve been lucky or                 the Crooked Man’s taken a likin’ to me.”

     Both of which left a taste fouler than ash to reside on the tip of his tongue; he wrinkles his nose in displeasure.

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"See? I told you; he's not that bad.           If he didn't want you here, Sheriff... you wouldn't be here."

He may be biased, or he may just see things from another perspective. Either way, Tim still believes this conflict should not erupt into an all-out war.

[narcissistic--monstrosity]

{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

"Am I dead?"

"Another one?"

"And what if I don’t?"

"Are you afraid of God?"

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you lost?"

"Are you really that shallow?"

"Are you sure it’s okay?"

"Are you sure there were no survivors?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Can we go now?"

"Can we not fight tonight?"

"Can’t or won’t?"

"Do you even care about how I feel?"

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

"Do you have any idea what you just did?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"How could you do this?"

"How did you escape?"

"How long has it been since you last slept?"

"How long have you been there?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?"

"Just go, alright?"

"Mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"Really?"

"Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?"

"That’s the best you could come up with?"

"Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Was I the only one who thought that?"

"Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?"

"What are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What do I have to say to make you understand?"

"What do you keep writing in that notebook?"

"What do you want with me?"

"What happened?"

"What if you stayed this time?"

"What if… what if I don’t want to be free?"

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Where did you go?"

"Where did you last see it?"

"Where’s the rest of the body?"

"Who are you?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?"

"Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"Why do you have to make everything about you?"

"Why does it always have to be alcohol?"

"Why don’t you come over here and prove it?"

"Why is the truth so important to you?"

"Why should I help you?"

"Wouldn’t that be nice?"

"You don’t remember me?"

"You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?"

"You’ve been pretending all this time?"

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[ fresh air outside a sanctuary, possibly. out alone with a crutch and a bad leg, he seemed to be in bad shape to even take a walk. though, that wasn’t certainly any of the mundy’s business - she wasn’t a caretaker. ]

"Of course."

[ she couldn’t help, however, but to wonder where he’d go. ]

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[ knowing the magic in fabletown is used to make normal civilians unobservant, unaware -- it's not everyday tim gets to speak small talk with a mundy. kind of weird, but also kind of refreshing at the same time. he's human enough to go unwary of being caught. ]

"So... yeah. When I get tired of being cooped up all the time, I go on walks. Tour the city by myself. The change in scenery is nice." [ which brings him to the topic of... ]

"Are you heading anywhere in particular?"