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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on May 24, 2015 11:47:49 GMT
 tag; @tinkerbell | Wilbur casually walked straight through the village since it was the ony thing that was constantly changing. New shops opened everyday and he made a habit of checking each one out as he came across them. He heard about a shop in forest that he hadn't explored before - Trixie's Hollow. Wilbur definitely would have remembered that name.
Hmm, let's see what we've got here. He thought as he opened the front door of the store. A small bell rung as the door opened, alerting anyone inside that there was a new comer. His eyes scanned the shelf next to him that was filled with clocks of various sizes, each one with a small price tag attached to it. A few more looks around told Wilbur that all this ware was for sell.
By the counter sat a wooden cuckoo clock that Wilbur swore was in a classroom just last week, it looked as if someone took a few golf balls to it but it wasn't in too bad of shape. Wilbur walked up to the counter as he curiously looked around before leaning over the counter to see if there was a screwdriver for him to use to open the clock's stuck access doors. He was fairly certain that he could fix the clock all on his own and maybe the shop owner could sell it for a good price.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 2:55:18 GMT
Trixie was in the back fiddling around with a music box that needed repairing. The person had sold it, and she was sure she could get it to work again. However, she had tinkered with it four or five times now and the music that came out was horrid. Trixie gritted her teeth and looked over at a gold-colored hamster who stared at her from his cage. "I really don't think you'll be of much help, J.M.," she said. "But thanks for the interest." She then tried it again. The same result. "Son of a ......." She ceased her would-be swear when she heard the bell rang. She sighed a bit, but was also relieved. Helping a customer would take her mind off of dealing with the blasted thing. "Watch the back for me, J.M."Trixie stepped to the front of the shop and saw a guy looking around for something. She raised an eyebrow, but remained calm. "Um... hello there," she said. "And welcome to Trixie's Hollow, where we always... er strive to... er guarantee... yeah I haven't come up with a decent slogan yet. Anyway, what can I do for you... and just why are you looking behind my counter?"
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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on May 29, 2015 22:16:23 GMT
tag; @tinkerbell | Wilbur wasn't even bothered by being caught by the voice and it seemed that she wasn't too upset that he was leaning over her counter. He half listened to her as he looked left and right for a screw driver.
"Yea yea yea, I need a screwdriver." He said plainly as he waved her off. "Ah-ha!" his eyes fell upon one but as he began to try to reach it he realised it was a bit further than he thought. "Come here, little screw driver." Wilbur tried coaxing the screwdriver, as if that was going to bring it closer. "Gotcha!" Quickly he brought his hand out, his fingers wrapped around a screwdriver, before pushing himself off of the counter.
Wilbur's mind was on the cuckoo clock and not the girl that was working there. She didn't seem to be a threat with the way she replied to him thus he simply went on to working on the clock. Wilbur popped open the access doors to see the little bird inside was in good condition but the spring look wrecked. He stepped back for a moment, "Do you have a medium sized spring?" he asked her without looking from the clock.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 2:54:59 GMT
Wait... what? Did this guy just wave Trixie off in her own shop? Well that was just rude. She sighed as he found the screwdriver and began working on the cuckoo clock. She found herself watching for a moment at the boy's skill before he asked her for a spring. "Um sure, I have one right over... hey wait a minute!" she said, getting out of her daze. "Look, it's obvious you know what you're doing with that clock, but in this shop... this place here where you and I are standing now, I, Trixie Dust, fix things. So would you be so kind as to..." She then looked at the clock. It really did need a spring. She sighed. "Oh fine, hold on."She stepped in the back and looked at J.M. before searching for the spring. "...And it begins early today..." she said before grabbing the spring and bringing it back out to him. "So since you've felt a since of entitlement in working on my clock," she said as she handed him the spring. "You could at least be polite enough to tell me your name. I'm always curious to know just who is infiltrating my place of business."WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON |
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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on Jun 3, 2015 9:33:02 GMT
tag; @tinkerbell | Wilbur dropped his shoulders and rolled his eyes the moment the girl began to speak again. He was just trying to fix the clock, he didn't ask for all this talking and time wasting. The boy let out a groan as he rolled his head back.
But then she stopped. She stopped talking and she actually retrieved a spring for him. Wilbur turned his head to look at her for the first time. He was taken aback by how quickly she went from what sounded like a lecture to willingly helping him. Like she said, this was her shop and she was the one who fixed things.
The girl was quick to retrieve a new spring and come back to him. She must have a good organization system in the back. Wilbur took the spring from her, examining it to make sure it was right. He looked back up at her with a small shrug. "This'll do." The boy turned back to the clock as he placed the screwdriver in his back pocket and took the old spring out of the clock. There she went again. Talking.
She asked for his name and she had every right too. "The names Wilbur." He said plainly, his nose practically in the clock as he put his hand out to her with the old spring laying on his palm. "Do something with that, will ya?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 18:11:04 GMT
Who ran this shop anyway? Since when did Mr. Perfect Stranger come in and take over? Trixie began to think this would be war. Clock Boy came in to conquer and Trixie would have to take her shop back. Right now she was thinking of doing a few things with that clock, but to destroy such a fine object would be a true waste, even if she could knock the boy back into reality... or out... one or the other. She sighed and nodded when he said the spring will do. "Oh joy... bliss... haza," she said with little emotion. Well, he did actually give his name, even though he wasn't actually looking at her. She supposed she needed to give hers as well. "Well I'm Trixie... hence the name on the sign outside," she said. "I would say it's nice to meet you, Wilbur, but..." She then stopped as he handed her the spring and told her to do something with it. She was about to really let him have it when she looked over and was reminded that she had a "Help Wanted" sign up. She thought for a moment, then looked back at him. "So you need a job?"WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON |
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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on Jun 10, 2015 23:53:52 GMT
tag; @tinkerbell | Wilbur peered into the opening of the clock, replace the spring with a new one, and tightened the screws on the little birdy that came out. After inspecting the inside of the clock it seemed to only need a couple cogs replaced and of course the shutters to the access door needed to be realigned. All of which were simple fixes of course.
The young man figured she was just a staff member but when she said her name was Trixie, as in the Trixie who owned the shop, Wilbur looked up from the clock. It was one thing to ignore a staff member, it was another thing to ignore someone of authority.
"Ohh." Wilbur began with a raise of his brows. "So you're Trixie." His eyes glanced from the clock to her before looking down at the screwdriver in his hand. Before he could say anything else she asked him if he needed a job.
"A job?" He scoffed a little, until he saw the sign in his peripheral vision. "Uhhyes." He managed to recover, "I would like one of those." it wouldn't be too bad working at this place. He had already fixed one clock how hard could it be?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 1:23:15 GMT
Well Trixie supposed she couldn't blame this boy who was lost in his little world that involved him and the clock. All this time he had no idea she was the owner and sole employee of the shop. He had to fire the last guy because he was stealing from the cash register. He wasn't good at fixing anything as well, but mainly Trixie was upset about the loss of profits. Last she heard the guy was behind bars. Good for him. So far, Wilbur didn't seem to be a possible thief, and he seemed to know what he was doing when it came to fixing things. Sure he seemed a bit rude, but for Trixie to really judge him there would be the pot calling the kettle black. She had her little episodes of rudeness as well. In fact, she'd been kicked out of places for speaking her mind more than once. All in all, this guy seemed like he could work... or was at least worth a shot. When Wilbur said yes, Trixie smiled and nodded. "Well if you can stop working on that and join me in my office, we'll talk it over," she said. She then walked back to her "office", which was a large broom closet that she managed to fit a small table and two chairs in. WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON |
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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on Jun 14, 2015 12:15:36 GMT
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Okay so Wilbur lied to her. He didn't need a job nor did he even know she was hiring. It couldn't be too bad to work here, though. At least here he could work on things and not get in trouble. Here he could get away from the orphanage and actually do something that interested him. Wilbur was still too young to be a Wonderland Protection Agent in training so this job could be a great time killer for him.
Wilbur told her he'd like a job and the smile she gave him made him feel guilty for being pushy. He was actually quite rude while working on that clock. Well, it was in the past and there wasn't anything he could do about it now. With a light shrug he placed the screwdriver onto the counter and followed her back into her cramped office.
"Ooo. This is your office?" He blurted out with raised brows. "Is that a mop?" Wilbur pointed towards the corner of the room. "Is this a broom closet?" He asked flicking his pointer finger at her.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 21:02:42 GMT
Trixie wasn't particularly proud of her office. When she bought the place, it had three rooms; the one she used for the public, her back working area, and the walk-in broom closet. She considered moving her "desk" into the big work area, but she felt that would look unprofessional. The walk-in broom closet? Totally professional! Trixie almost wanted to chuckle at that thought... or cry. One or the other. Trixie stepped in and sighed as Wilbur pointed out the mop and asked about it. "Why yes, Wilbur, it is a mop," she said. "And that's a broom and that's a dustpan, and that's some kind of cleaner I only opened once and then closed quickly because the smell nearly knocked me out." She then gritted her teeth. "And yes, this is a broom closet that I turned into an office. Don't judge, I got this place for a good price." She then sat down. "Anyway, let me get out my interview questions." She fumbled through a draw, tossing out several papers that had random stuff she wrote on them. Finally she found the one she was looking for. It was folded poorly and looked in rocky shape when she unfolded it. "Okay, here they are: Are you willing to work on weekends? Have you ever done anything that would probably make me mad if you did it again? Are you willing to not be paid all that much?" WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON |
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Post by WILBUR JAMES ROBINSON on Jun 25, 2015 17:23:03 GMT
tag; @tinkerbell | Wilbur sized up the small office which only took a good minute to do so. She had done well with what she had, he had to admit that much. He looked at the cleaner she pointed out that had an awful aroma and he crinkled his nose. Note to self, do not touch whatever that is. The young woman admited it was a broom closet and that she had payed a good price for the place. Wilbur had to give her some points, she was successfully runing a shop pretty much all by herself.
"I have no room to talk." He admitted, "My work room is a room I share with three other guys, one of which definitely smells like old cheese. I haven't figured out which one yet." The orphanage wasn't a grand place for Wilbur. Trixie found her interview questions and began firing away. "Weekends, check." Was there anything he had done that would make her mad if he did it again? Wilbur he hesitated. "I want to say no."
Most of Wilbur's "bad behavior" happened in school, you know, when he was too bored with the curiculom. Here he would have a lot to keep him occupied. "Look, you need an extra hand around here and I need to get away from that orphanage." Wilbur raised his brows and swept his hand out. "You don't even have to pay me. Getting away from ol' cheese pits is payment enough."
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