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Open Toys, Toys, and More Toys

Discussion in 'City Life' started by Zora, Jul 8, 2018.

  1. Zora
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    #1 Zora, Jul 8, 2018
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    Noel, humming what might sound like a festive tune to the passer-by, pulled out a set of rather heavy keys that were attached to a long and very strong gold chain that was, in itself, attached to a fob in his very smart grey pinstriped trousers that matched his pinstriped vest under which he wore a crisp white dress shirt. Always well dressed, and impeccably groomed, Noel’s white hair and beard had just been cleaned up at the barbers and he appeared cheerier than normal. Automatically finding the right key, Noel opened the door of his toy repair shop.

    Turning on the lights, he looked around the shop at all the toys there. Smiling, Noel closed the door behind him, flipping the "closed" sign to "open" and proceeded to greet each and every toy like he normally did each day. It was a daily ritual of his, Noel considered each toy special because, in turn, each toy made a child happy, and so therefore deserved, in his mind, to be treated with care and respect.

    “Good morning, Mr. fuzzy bear,” he said to a pink fluffy teddy bear that was on the counter and was missing an eye and looked rather forlorn.

    “Hello there, Cinderella, aren’t you looking lovely today.” Noel said as he picked up a Barbie typed doll who was in desperate need of a new dress and new hair. The poor thing had been in the hands of a rather inquisitive four-year-old with a pair scissors.

    “Wesley,” he said in a cheery tone, greeting a rocking horse that had a broken rudder from an overenthusiastic eight-year-old who had wanted to play cowboys and aliens and had rocked the horse forward to far one time too many.

    “Choo-choo!” He said spotting the train set in the corner. It needed a new set of mechanical wheels. It's owner, a young boy of twelve, played with the train set for hours each day. “You are first this morning! Just let me grab my apron and a cup of peppermint tea.” Noel said as he flipped on the light at the back and stepped into the small kitchen. There he put on the kettle and made himself a mug of his favourite peppermint tea.

    Whistling happily as he emerged from the tiny back kitchen with his red and white striped mug, Noel picked up the train set and started working on it.
     
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    Oh, blessed Monday. Monday was the best of days. No one to both him, he could work on his remedies all day in peace and quiet. Thanks to Luna, the annoying elf, he at least had a large supply of flowers he could use to create headache medicine and natural anti-biotics. He rolled his sleeves to his elbows and washed his hands meticulously up to the elbow. He grabbed a pair of safety glasses from the drawer and cleaned them on his shirt before he placed them over his eyes. One might wonder why it was a vampire would worry about safety, but the last thing Tommy wanted was to be out of commission while he waited for his eyes to heal from some accident. And he had had accidents before. Vampire or not, no one was perfect and apothecary work could be quite unpredictable. He liked to work in silence and found peace in the faint bubbling of the distilling water and the dripping from the extraction of juices from leaves and flower petals.

    Soon the room was filled with a sweet aroma. While he left that sit, he turned to the opposite counter, where dried herbs hung from small hooks under the shelves. He began grinding meticulously for healing and soothing teas. As he made more things he crossed things off of his list in his notes. A faint hissing sound let Tommy know that the work behind him was finished and ready to begin the next step. He looked around for a pipette and found one in the drawer, but unfortunately the more he dug the more he was beginning to realize he was out of the small trays and vials. He knew he had ordered them. Scanning the room, he realized with a groan, he’d put them out of the way on the top shelf.

    A moment of consideration, Tommy considered getting the small stool he kept outside, but the sun was outside and he just didn’t feel like dealing with that at the moment. He was tall enough that he could reach it, but barely. He stood up on his toes and gripped the shelf under it for stability as he reached for the box. Just about there…

    Without warning, the shelf gave out, sending Tommy and near a hundred glass beakers tumbling. Tommy fell backward in a shower of glass and chaos. The back of his head slammed hard into the counter holding his precious equipment. He hissed in pain as he got his bearings back. He sat slumped against the counter, dazed, covered in glass. He looked up at the offending shelf and gave a slight laugh at the box, safe in his hands. A flash of panic rushed through him and he jumped to his feet and let out a breath of relief to see he hadn’t knocked the counter hard enough to knock anything over and ruin his work. Hands on his hips, Tommy surveyed the damage with a sigh before his frustration reached a peak and he punted a half-shattered beaker against the wall.

    He didn’t even know where to start. Luckily, he had already stored his new teas and mixtures before this debacle, or else he’d thrown a fit, as it was, there was glass all over the counter and the shelf laid at an odd angle over the workspace and whatever was under it was buried. He slammed his hands on the buried counter in frustration and shouted a stream of swears. He looked down at the box in his hands and noted the strange red color all over it. “Come on!” He growled and examined his forearms. He plucked the glass out of his forearms and wrapped them with gauze. They’d heal in no time, but he couldn’t really have vampire blood contaminating his work. Well, this was embarrassing. He hadn’t had a moment of clumsiness like this in decades.

    He needed to clear the space off the counter before he could finish what he was doing. He examined the damaged shelf and realized the issue. The shelf’s wood was sound, but the pieces holding it up had given way, breaking clean off the nails. Well, that certainly wasn’t good. He could fix it, but he didn’t have the tools. He pondered for a moment. He knew who might. That dreadfully cheerful man in the toy shop next door, he was constantly repairing things, he'd probably have tools Tommy would need. Grumbling, Tommy debated whether it was worth it to just put it out of the way for now and avoid dealing with his cheerful neighbor. But with his simmering time sensitive work, he didn’t have time to go out. Sweeping the glass could wait, but there was nowhere to put the shelf, but back up. He turned the burners down on the counter holding his boiling flowers. Fine. Washing the blood off his hands, Tommy grabbed his cloak, shielding himself as he left his shop and went next door. The irony of how avoiding the sun was how he got into this mess in the first place was not lost on the grumpy vampire.

    He scurried next door and stepped in, hissing at the bright lights inside. His nose wrinkled in distaste at the bright and happy atmosphere. It could not be any more different than his gloomy and dark store. He took down his hood as he approached the tinker at the counter. A nice enough, if too cheerful old man. “Hello, Mr. Sinterklaas, do you think I could borrow some tools?” Tommy asked oblivious to how he probably looked, arms covered in a patchwork of bandages, clear safety glasses still on, and the glitter of broken glass in his black hair. Tommy had only met the man in passing a few times before, but if he wouldn’t help, that would indeed put a damper on an already bad day.

    ((OOC: Hi there! I hope you don't mind me jumping in and having them be shop neighbors! :D ))
     
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    (OCC: Of course not!! Glad you stopped by!)

    Noel was just affixing a new set of wheel to "Mr. “Choo-choo" - the aforementioned toy train that was in bad need of repair. Noel hadn't realised that it also needed a few new cogs and probably a new coat of rust-free paint. When he heard the door suddenly bang open, causing the bell overhead to clang loudly, as a tall figure came bursting in.

    "Mr. Puffer?" Noel said with a frown as he pulled the spectacles he used, when attaching small parts, down his nose. "Is everything alright?" Noel asked concerned as he put down the train and stood up.

    "Tools? Sure..." Noel said as he eyed the vampire - who looked somewhat "interesting" at the moment. "What did you need? A hammer? Screwdriver? A broom, perhaps?" he said hiding a smile as he took in his neighbour's appearance.

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    “It’s Pulfer,” Tommy corrected absently, wrinkling his nose at the heavy scent of peppermint. He waved a dismissive hand at the following question, “Just a little accident. No big deal.” Along with the strong scent of peppermint, was a distinctive cold smell, like the air before a fresh snowfall. He stopped short of the counter and paused with narrowed eyes as he surveyed Mr. Sinterklaas. Some old tradition nagged at Tommy to respect his elders, but with his current immortal status he couldn’t even be sure that the other man was his elder. It was probably the nonthreatening appearance. This man wasn’t human, who could be said how old or how nonthreatening he really was. Nonetheless, Tommy found himself reminded of the kind elders who would sit and tell stories around the hearth fires in his long-forgotten village.

    Practically bouncing on his toes with impatience, Tommy kept glancing toward his shop, as if he were trying to see the boiling flowers through the wall, make sure they weren’t boiling over. “Hmmm,” Tommy hummed in consideration and realized with a touch of embarrassment that he wasn’t actually sure what he needed. Well he was damned if he was going to admit that to the tinker. Hell! He was 184 years old, he could figure out how to put up a shelf! How hard could it be? The idea of hammering something sounded rather appealing at the moment. “Ha,” Tommy snapped, his blue eyes sharpening into a glare. Shaking his head at the old man, Tommy realized why the old man made the comment about the broom. Gingerly he reached up and felt for the glass he’d felt move and picked out a substantial chunk. If he had enough warm blood, the vampire may have flushed, but as it was he scowled glumly.

    “Just a hammer and a screwdriver,” he said shortly, wanting nothing more than to get out of this bright hell and check on his flowers. “Please,” he added belatedly. With a need to spend anxious energy, Tommy stooped and started picking small bits of glass off the floor. He fought the temptation to ruffle his hair free of glass, he didn’t want to completely transport his problems into his neighbor’s shop.
     
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    "Mr. Pulfer, I'm sorry, my most humble apologies for the mistake... " Noel remarked pleasantly, unfazed at his neighbour's correction, thinking Puffer seemed to better suit the lithe man before him, who was so anxiously stepping around his shop and glancing out the windows.

    When Mr. Pulfer suddenly stopped his veritable sidestepping and nervous prancing around the workshop to pull a piece of glass out of his hair, Noel hid a tiny grin, as he eyes twinkled in amusement at the poor vampire's predicament.

    "Just wait here, I'll get you a hammer and screwdriver," Noel said, trying not to laugh as he went to the tiny back room and grabbed an extra hammer and screwdriver that he kept on hand. Then he went back to the toy counter and laid the two tools before him, sliding them across the wooden surface towards Mr. Pulfer. "There you go," he said with a smile.

    "Anything else you need?" he politely asked his neighbour, "Like nails, screws - a ladder, maybe?"

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    Tommy waved a hand at the apology. He wasn’t really seeking one, a mistake had been made and rectified. The vampire didn’t miss the twinkle in the old man’s eyes and it made his blue eyes narrow in annoyance. If he wasn’t already having such a bad day, perhaps he would find this man pleasant, but at the moment everything irritated him. The scent, the light, the happiness. “Is something funny old man?” Tommy asked venomously, his fangs glinting as he spoke.

    Mumbling a ‘thanks’, Tommy crossed his arms feeling equal parts ridiculous and sullen as a teen. It wasn’t often that Tommy had a clumsy moment, or any vampire really. Which made it all the more embarrassing when it did. Even with quick reflexes, when gravity struck it struck indiscriminately. And the fact that it took the whole lot of his glassware with it would have been punishment enough without having to deal with this bright fool. The vampire couldn’t help himself, he listened to the rummaging and leaned against the man’s counter, tapping his free hand impatiently.

    When the man emerged again, Tommy’s eyes were locked on the wall between their shops, his mind imagining all of the ways things could be going wrong while he was gone. He straightened, a renewed sense of urgency driving him. “Thank you,” he said taking the hem of his hood and pulling it up over his head, shrouding himself in sweet darkness. He took the tools with him into his cloak. “No, thank you,” Tommy said, “I’ll try to get them back to you today. What time will you be closing up?” Not everyone stuck to tradition like Tommy and lived up over their shop. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he missed Mr. Sinterklaas before he left, but Tommy didn’t like being indebted to people so the faster he could get the tools back, the faster he could call them even.

    He sniffed again, perhaps he’d bring the man over some tea, he had some fresh peppermint thriving in the yard behind his shop.
     
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    "No, there's nothing funny..." Noel remarked, hiding a smile, his eyes still twinkling in amusement at his neighbour's sudden suspicion of him. Noel sensed that Mr. Pulfer was acting exactly like a curmudgeon - not because he was one, but because he chose to be, and this he found interesting and somewhat amusing too. It was like he enjoyed being miserable, an idea which Noel found oddly curious. Especially since Noel generally cared about the happiness of others around him - Mr. Pulfer included.


    "I close shop around six, maybe a bit later if I have a rush on a toy..." he informed his neighbour, "You can keep the tools for as long as you need. There's no rush to return them. Please, take your time, and don't rush..." he said giving Mr. Pulfer a little bit of advice. "Rushing is bad when you are in a hurry. It's better just to take a deep breath and then tackle the problem." Noel advised kindly as he took in his neighbour's furtive glances and how he seemed ready to rush back to his shop to finish whatever it was that he had started.

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    “Huh,” Tommy huffed, unconvinced. He raised his chin, letting the old man have his fun. It wasn’t hard to get on the vampire’s bad side and if Tommy didn’t need something from him at this moments he probably would have told him exactly how much he despised his amusement, but for a rare moment Tommy held his tongue.

    Tommy raised a superior eyebrow. A rush on a toy? What a laughable concept. Clearly his neighbor had his priorities all out of sorts. At least when Tommy stayed late with a patient, they were usually in crisis that needed care. Not inanimate objects that would be tossed out later anyways. Smiling from beneath his hood, Tommy backed toward the door and pointed the tools at the old man and countered, “Sometimes if you hesitate, it’s already too late.” Turning to the door and wrenching it open. “Thank you for the tools, but keep your advice to yourself,” he said over his shoulder and let the door slam closed behind him as he hurried to the safety of his own shop, taking a deep breath of relief now that he was safe in the darkness. This was much better.

    He rushed to the back with his tools at hand and checked on his work and breathed another sigh of relief as none of the tragic things he had imagined had come true. “Don’t rush… deep breaths…” Tommy muttered darkly, lifting the shelf from his workspace and swiping the remaining glass onto the floor. “What a load of bull shit.” He hoisted himself onto his workspace and set to work.

    A few hours later, Tommy had a makeshift shelf back up on the wall and a few vials of the flower’s extract resting in a stand. Taking a deep breath, Tommy ran a hand through his hair, which he had combed clear of glass shortly after dealing with the shelf. What a stressful day. At least, he had had some success. He had gotten the flowers dealt when and as he moved them from the workstation to the small cabinet, he considered himself done for the day. And not too soon. The clock on the wall read 10 before six. He cast a wary eye at the shelf and tugged at it for the eightieth time. It wriggled a bit and Tommy didn’t trust it. He had gotten it out of the way, but he was beginning to think he should take his time to fix it. Not that he was going to tell Mr. Sinterklaas that he was right. But he should probably tell him that he was keeping his tools.

    Tommy hovered in the shadows inside his shop debating his next step. Somehow needing the tools longer felt like admitting defeat. But on the other hand, he needed that shelf. On yet another hand, he did need his own tools. He could always return them and pretend he had done if perfectly the first time, Mr. Sinterklaas would be none the wiser. But, this was also his only night off this week, if he could get it done tonight.... He nibbled at a fingernail as he debated, his eyes watching the sky colored orange as the offending sun started to sink.
     


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