IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Nov 13, 2015 2:23:06 GMT -8
Most days, the bird room was a quiet place. Quiet being the common buzz of chatty caws and busy wing flutters that filled the air from day to day. Deaths feathered taxi service sweeping in and out from towering arches to perch and rest and socialize among themselves.
Surely they gossiped about the newest Hunter to Fall from Apprenticeship. Or chirped smack over the fact of their centuries old demotion to be used as tools by their clumsy, featherless counterparts.
Today there was a new sort of racket that stirred the birds from their usual contentment, causing them to flit and fidget in a noisy, complainant manner. Perched among the cawing crows on the high arching roosts, chattering away in twittering manner fitting only a sparrow, a petite rainbow man rattled on some story or another about poisoning pigeons and squirrels in the park.
Though by the way his voice carried, His story would sound more like a morbid, albeit amusing, song.
While he serenaded the birds with conversation, the man was busy painting colorful murals of Blue birds and butterflies on the walls. His hands muddied with colorful paints that he picked from a palette that hung from his toes. Clearly he had tried to tempt the birds to let him paint them as well, using trinkets and sweet treats to lure them close enough to snatch in his coat. One crow was pecking at their feathers, the wing tips stiff and tinted blue to match the cloudy hand-print sky that covered most of the ceiling. While another had claws neatly painted like a fine, rainbow pedicure that mirrored a colorful arch the man was just finishing.
|
|
remember me as i was.
Group
Senior Member
Posts
447
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by quinnquinn on Nov 13, 2015 5:28:26 GMT -8
Someone was coming in to paint some of the old walls, to hopefully refresh them a little. The staff down in the bird room were mostly familiar with who they were expecting today.
Since New York, Owen had been posted here a lot more, and on some days he was just extra help. Today was one of those days. Keep the painter company, they told him, mostly so that the birds didn't get in his way.
Though when the boy got there, it seemed fairly under control. "Hello." He said blankly, looking at the half coloured crows gathering around the painter.
|
|
IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Nov 13, 2015 19:26:43 GMT -8
When Owen called out in greetings, a crow had just settled besides the man to caw at him. Possibly to complain at him for making a painted mess in it's hovel in the archway. Naturally, Maxwell turned to the Bird instead of Owen and nodded his head in kind to his feathered neighbor. "Hello, How'd ya do, to you, too!"
|
|
remember me as i was.
Group
Senior Member
Posts
447
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by quinnquinn on Nov 15, 2015 3:39:43 GMT -8
"Are they bothering you?" He said, albeit a little unintentionally curtly. Owen had been a little more snappy and to the point lately. "I can tell them not to bother you. I won't bother you either." He looked over to the crows. They cawed back at him as if they were telling him to lay off their business.
|
|
IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Nov 15, 2015 4:37:39 GMT -8
Once again, Maxwell addressed the Crow besides him. He'd yet to acknowledge Owen at all "Oh, no. Not at all! I think this is the most attention you've given me all year. It's quite exciting, really. Usually, you run away." He giggled as the others cawed and leaned in nearer to the bid sitting closest to him, waggling his messy fingers in the air as He'd inch closer. "I think I'll paint you like a Parrot. You would wear red very well. A suiting cape for a bird so smart!"
|
|
remember me as i was.
Group
Senior Member
Posts
447
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by quinnquinn on Nov 15, 2015 4:45:30 GMT -8
The man was ignoring him, but it seemed like the bird wasn't bothering him anyway, so Owen wasn't sure how to feel about it. He would have stopped Maxwell from even trying to beckon the bird over to be painted, but he was a little muddled up with his emotions right now so he wasn't paying attention. He just saw a bird being called over and not bothering the painter.
|
|
IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Nov 15, 2015 5:24:24 GMT -8
A moment of clucking and cooing passed as He beckoned the bird, but the bird never moved nearer. It only turned its head with a wary caw and edged away. "What do you say? Scarlet with a touch of gold? All the rage in ...the amazons? Brazil? Whatsitplace--"
He made a lunge for the crow, birds scattering to every direction in a flurry of feathers. His hands narrowly captured the pretty creature besides him as it tried to fly way behind him, but the abrupt motion sent him sailing backwards with the birds intended flight path. The painter nearly fell from his perch because of it, though his knees clung to the roost he'd been sitting on, saving him from an addled cranium on the floor below.
Hanging upside down, with a frantic crow flailing in his hands, the little man fought to contain the bird. Whether by it's feet of wings--which ever he'd get a better grasp on first. All the time, a childish giggle bubbled past his teeth, even when pecked or clawed. "Waaait--where are you going?! Hold still, Flitwick! I can't paint you flying--! Don't you want to be pretty?"
|
|
remember me as i was.
Group
Senior Member
Posts
447
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by quinnquinn on Nov 15, 2015 5:38:53 GMT -8
It was only after the mild commotion that Owen noticed something. All of a sudden, the painting man was upside down, struggling to hold down one unlucky crow that had failed to fly away in time. And seeing it struggle within those hands, painted hands, it made him furious.
"Put it down NOW!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "Put iT DOWN!" Paint would be a pain to wash off. But more importantly, birds were not designed to be painted. It could be toxic for them, it could also mess with their flight. The birds were hardy, rude things, but they were rather fragile too.
|
|
IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Nov 15, 2015 6:50:17 GMT -8
"Whatzit Flitwick? Put what down?" Maxwell blinked more than a few times in confusion at the bird. Flailing to keep his hold on the frantic crow brought his eyes to the floor. Where, at the base of the arch below him, he spotted a pale looking ghost. An ANGRY pale looking ghost.
He stare obliviously at Owen for a long time. As if the pale boy were a terribly absurd thing to be witnessing right then. though as the gears kept turning in his head he'd come to realize something awfully interesting. As quickly as it stuck him, He pointed at Owen excitedly. Like a foreigner spotting the shoes of New York after a long sea voyage.
"Golly, a spook!" The crow in his other hand flapped as hard st it could, half dangling from a foot. Which Maxwell extended the bird by in presentation to Owen, to gesture it off. "You sound just like Flitwick! Are you twins!? "
|
|
remember me as i was.
Group
Senior Member
Posts
447
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by quinnquinn on Dec 2, 2015 15:54:04 GMT -8
Maxwell showing him the poor bird struggling to get free was the last straw. "pUT IT DOWN!" he yelled, stomping below the arch and looking up. This man seemed to be as uncooperative as some of the crows. Owen's yelling seemed to grab the attention of other workers there but most left the boy to his own devices. He was odd and hard to understand anyway, he'd work things out himself - as they always did.
Owen looked up again, shouting one more time.
|
|
IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Dec 2, 2015 16:58:05 GMT -8
"Sure thing, Flitwick!" Despite his verbal agreement, Maxwell continued to fight with the bird. Reaching with his free hand to contain the stupid feathered creature. He arched his back and grabbed a wing, narrowly wrangling the crow into his hands. It crawed and kreened, pecking at his hands as he tried to maneuver himself back up onto the bar. Though somewhere between a swing and sway and some wet splatters of paint, Maxwell slipped from his anchor and came toppling down with the bird clutched firmly between his hands.
Screeching as he fell face first, Maxwell smacked the floor with a dull thud! Like something typical from a carton, He lay prone on the floor with the captive bird held safely, but unhappily, over his head. When the squawking crow pecked his head, he very gently extended his arms to set the bird on the floor and groaned a very inhuman sound that bubbled and hissed like a broken and breathless kind of laugh.
|
|
remember me as i was.
Group
Senior Member
Posts
447
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by quinnquinn on Dec 2, 2015 17:06:31 GMT -8
Owen barely twitched as the other fell down to the floor with a rather fatal sounding thud. He'd be fine. That's what he got for messing with the birds anyway. He frowned as he looked over the limp man, inwardly proud at the crow that seemed to have survived otherwise.
"It said thank you." He said on behalf of the crow. Owen kneeled down and the crow latched on to the bottom of the boy's straitjacket over his knees. It crawled up to his shoulder and sat there, cawing angrily back at the man on the ground.
|
|
IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Dec 2, 2015 17:31:09 GMT -8
It took a moment for him to reply, but an impromptu 'thumbs up' was eventually offered in lei of the translation. Maxwell needed a minute to figure out where his breath had gone, after all. A fall that hard had chased it away! With a few calm gasps, He found his laugh again and propped his scraped up chin against his palm with a moronic laugh. "Golly, Flitwick, I dunno. that's an awfully funny way to say thank you." With a bit of a lasting cough, He propped himself on his elbows and cawed playfully in turn. "Crawcraw! Craw-ka-...uh...kaw? Kaw!"
|
|
remember me as i was.
Group
Senior Member
Posts
447
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by quinnquinn on Dec 2, 2015 18:23:20 GMT -8
Both Owen and the crow were unamused by this. Nothing really said that this was ok to either of them. And as if in unison, they both let out an inhuman screech at Maxwell.
"That," he said sternly, "was not thank you." Turning to his side, Owen gave the crow a comforting pet.
|
|
IT WASN'T ME, I TELL YA! IT WAS THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!
Group
Full Member
Posts
143
Application
Status
Offline
|
Post by misterrainbow on Dec 2, 2015 18:39:45 GMT -8
"Oh. Really? Whoops. Guess my Crow is a bit rusty, Haha." Planting his hands firmly beneath himself, Maxwell pushed himself to his knees and then to his feet with as as sudden a movement as a balloon popping up full of air. He'd beat a few unneeded breaths from his chest as he stood prominently in front of Owen, pretending to cough up a feather of two that he plucked from the floor. Of which he offered to the bird perched on Owens sleeve. "They sits real still on you, don't they, Flitwick? That's a neat trick. think you could hold a few more so's I can paint them right? These silly bird are all the wrong colors."
|
|
