A St. Petersburg Housecall (RP with tomsawyr)

timeywimeyten:

tomsawyr:

         Tom followed along in high spirits—a long way away just meant he had more of the new city to see. Occasionally he would tug on the Doctor’s arm and point out curious things to him—but really they were about as ordinary as fire hydrants and streetlights.

         At the crosswalks he made it a game to only step on the painted bars and every small scrap of trash on the ground caught his eye (in his time, nothing was “trash” and everything was valuable enough to keep). He tried swiping a souvenir and scored a plastic spoon from an overstuffed garbage bin which he happily pocketed. 

         Ahead, Tom spotted a familiar patch of green which he assumed was their destination. His pace quickened to where he was nearly dragging the Doctor behind him and beckoning the man to “hurry up!

        “Tom, Tom!”

Ten cried out after the boy. “Don’t pick up that trash, it isn’t sanitary! An’, don’t—Don’t do that, no, that’s stealing! Stoppit!”

         It was moments like these where Ten was reminded, quickly and surely, that Tom was a young boy from the past. Of course. In hindsight, that might not’ve been the best idea.

        The boy carried on without giving much attention to the Doctor’s incessant nagging. It was just background noise that blended into the millions of other more interesting noises the city blasted nonstop.

        He was being good, at least in his terms, by not wandering too far. Tom skipped ahead until another shiny thing caught his eye from the ground. He quickly swiped it and bounded for the Doctor to show off his prize—

        “Lookyhere, Doc! I found a coin!” he examined the little orange thing once more, having no idea how much it was worth—or that the man presented on one side would end up being his future president.

avatarwindboy:

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  ॐ►    Aang was able to ignore the ‘stranger’ comment easier enough; the word had never meant much of an insult to him. And, really, he thought Tom Sawyer was pretty strange himself—with his uncomfortable looking clothes, and the way he cut his words into jagged-sounding pieces—but he quite liked it. 

     Aang has always liked strange. 

"That sounds great!" Aang said in response to Tom Sawyer’s circus ideals. "If I worked at a circus, I think I’d want to work with the animals, I’m great with animals.

    “Heh, except when I lose my bison. But, don’t worry, I’m sure he’s around. He’s a little shy; wouldn’t go far without me.

 ”We could take you to the circus if you want! Once we find Appa! That way, we can both see it!”

    “Why that sounds bully! I’d love to go—hain’t been to a circus in forever. N’ j’st the same you ought to show me them fiery sorts. Never heard anythin’ like it!”

    The deal was struck and Tom considered this stranger a new friend beyond a doubt. Whatever oddity Aang had to offer that could capture an audience, Tom could proudly claim that he was first in town to befriend him—and thus, glory by association. 

    “So—is a flyin’ bison like flyin’ squirrels? We’ve got bison ‘round here, well, sort of, but they don’t fly as far as I know. Reckon they’d fair better if they could.”

traveling-little-prince asked: "Tom," the Prince gently called when reaching the top of the stairs. Aunt Polly told him her nephew had been up here in silence, the Prince suspected he was either sleeping or had escaped without her knowing."Tom, are here?"

traveling-little-prince:

tomsawyr:

tomsawyr:

Tom lay in bed unable to get up—partially because his cat Peter was laying comfortably on top of him, and partially due to lack of motivation to even move.

The cat perked up when he heard footsteps approaching; Tom only bothered to notice when the owner of said footsteps addressed him and recognized it to be a particular boy who’d been difficult to get rid of all morning—

 "Go away, Sid. I told you I don’t want to play."

"Oh yeah?—What is it?” Tom mumbled, half-interested. It was a silly thing to ask, since the Prince had already explained neither him nor Joe could figure this ‘thing’ out, but anything to stall him from the danger of activity.

"A creature, I think. At night it lights up like a star, but it looks like an animal from afar. But I could never catch it to know for certain…" it was difficult to describe, even when explaining it to Joe he felt uncertain of the description he was giving. 

It was peculiar, the Prince furrowed his brows, he expected Tom to jump right up at the mention of something new was to be discovered; yet he was acting as if the Prince only came in to tell him the weather was nice, that he’d passed by two dogs on the way there, or even that he’d found a snail on his window sill this morning…well, maybe that last one would at least prompt a question.

Tom finally sat up, but with more annoyance than curiosity. He would have hoped Joe Harper had more sense to identify something so simple as an animal that lit up—

"You certain that weren’t j’st a lightnin’ bug?”

timeywimeyten:

tomsawyr:

         ”All right, then,” Tom answered.

         The Doctor’s enthusiasm for marshmallows managed to get a little smile out of the boy. But it soon faded as he fell back into his solemn silence.

        Moments later, Ten returned with the beverages. A smile lit up his face, almost as warm—if not warmer—than the hot chocolate before him.

        “Be careful, it’s hot,” He warned as he handed the steaming mug off to Tom.

         With that, he sat down, and asked, “So, boy-o. Why the long face?”

         Tom still avoided eye contact while poking at the marshmallows floating in the chocolate. He frowned when he couldn’t think of an answer—at least one that wouldn’t prompt more questions.

        “I’m j’st tired, I guess,” he sighed, taking a small sip. It was the truth at least, though not the whole truth.

allison1710:

lividcoffeecakes:

I swear this song is like, joy itself made into sound

It calms me down no matter what

it could’ve fucking stopped the cold war if everyone just sat down and listened to it

I can help but smile every time I listen to it

I send this to my sister every now and then. She works really hard and it cheers her up every time.

how-many-ways:

Needless to say, I was very happy when my friend’s cat decided to sit on a glass table.

psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me awhile on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread. 

trentduplock:

Mark Twain has all the answers.
Virginia City, Nevada

riddenhard:

Following Route 66 for a bit with a few side trips while in Missouri. The Mark Twain National Forest is a bit out of the way, but, has many long windy roads.

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avatarwindboy asked: ((Character Shaming: I directed an elaborate escape plan to rescue my friend that resulted in my getting shot--and he was free the whole time.

"It was worth it."

traveling-little-prince asked: "Tom," the Prince gently called when reaching the top of the stairs. Aunt Polly told him her nephew had been up here in silence, the Prince suspected he was either sleeping or had escaped without her knowing."Tom, are here?"

traveling-little-prince:

tomsawyr:

tomsawyr:

Tom lay in bed unable to get up—partially because his cat Peter was laying comfortably on top of him, and partially due to lack of motivation to even move.

The cat perked up when he heard footsteps approaching; Tom only bothered to notice when the owner of said footsteps addressed him and recognized it to be a particular boy who’d been difficult to get rid of all morning—

 "Go away, Sid. I told you I don’t want to play."

Peter meowed at the Prince and jumped down to greet him. There went Tom’s first excuse for staying in bed, but still he didn’t budge. He peeked through one eye to find the traitorous feline rubbing up against the other boy’s leg. The second eye opened afterward and his head listlessly tilted toward the doorway.

"What’re you doin’ here, Leon?"

Feeling inclined to return the feline’s affectionate greeting, the Prince bent down to gently caress his fingers against its back, but still kept his focus on the older boy.”I found something the other night that neither Joe Harper nor I could figure out, and I was hoping you would be interested in accompanying us in finding it,” he stressed the word “hoping”, as it had been a while since he and Tom had played around and he was starting to feel that needed to be fixed.

"Oh yeah?—What is it?” Tom mumbled, half-interested. It was a silly thing to ask, since the Prince had already explained neither him nor Joe could figure this ‘thing’ out, but anything to stall him from the danger of activity.

allieinarden asked: "I devised an elaborate plot to help a slave escape, conveniently neglecting to tell him that he was already free."

"Like hell he’d go along with it if he knew ahead of time.”

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Tom Sawyer
There were some that believed
he would be President, yet,
if he escaped hanging.
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