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A day in the life of a Tinker Toy
*clanking and cranking, cranking and clanking* That ever so persistent sound. Rolling over many times in his sleep, Tinker was falling. Falling into a void of gears and cogs. *Ding dong bing bong!* The sudden sounding of the clock-tower's bell woke Tinker with a start, forcing him to bolt upwards rapidly. "I DIDN'T TOUCH IT!!" He shouted on reflex, scaring away a small mouse, who Tinker would feed daily.
Rubbing his neck as he got out of his makeshift bedroll, he slid on his "Raggedy Slacks," as he called them. Looking at the giant clock he lived in, he sighed; "Time to hit the markets."
After the long climb down, Tinker slipped past the police, given he wasn't exactly living in the tower with full legality. Once in the market, Tinker eyed all the stands; choosing his targets. Walking up to a jewelry stand, he ogled at the lovely gem stones. He may or may not have walked away with one or two... You don't know ~
Walking up to a peticulary large stand, Tinker called to his friend, Svik the Hyena. After chatting for a bit, Tinker sold his recently acquired gems for a fair amount of gold, and continued on his way. *chuckling* "Life is good." Tinker spoke to himself.
Deciding to check out his favorite stand, one owned my Olimar, a short yet exceedingly intelligent dragon, Tinker passed an alley way, giving 5 gold coins to a beggar, earning a hug.
Upon arriving at Olimar's stand, he was promptly slapped on the wrist by the staff wielding drake. "If you even think about stealing...I'll beat you to a pulp!" The dragon threatened.
Instinctively fleeing the area, Tinker rubbed his sore forehead, sad that he was unable to grab a new watch or something.
*guuuuurglorp*
Tinker, holding his stomach, knew he needed food; and soon. Looking around, he saw a rather fat elephant; probably a noble. Tailing behind the fat-cat, Tinker followed him to a lovely stand. Sniffing the air, Tinker could smell the greatest of foods... His tongue was watering just from thinking about what culinary masterpieces lay beyond the counter.
After the elephant placed his order, a minute passed before the food was ready. After the food was placed on the counter, the cook gave the elephant the price. "Ten gold."
"What a shakedown... Alright, crook..." He elephant retorted indignantly.
"It's go time..." Tinker muttered.
Tinker then "accidentally" mocked he elephant's coin-purse from his belt.
"Hey, watch what your doing, boy!" Shouted the elephant.
After being slapped by the hot-tempered noble, Tinker vaulted over the elephant as he bent down. Tinker then grabbed the meal, and bolted; leaving the area before the elephant could get up.
Snickering, Tinker made his way to his clock-tower home again, making sure to feed his half-pet mouse.
After stripping himself to his underwear, he got back in his bedroll. Slowly, he fell back to sleep, lulled by the clanking of the clockwork.
*clank crank, crank clank*
*clanking and cranking, cranking and clanking* That ever so persistent sound. Rolling over many times in his sleep, Tinker was falling. Falling into a void of gears and cogs. *Ding dong bing bong!* The sudden sounding of the clock-tower's bell woke Tinker with a start, forcing him to bolt upwards rapidly. "I DIDN'T TOUCH IT!!" He shouted on reflex, scaring away a small mouse, who Tinker would feed daily.
Rubbing his neck as he got out of his makeshift bedroll, he slid on his "Raggedy Slacks," as he called them. Looking at the giant clock he lived in, he sighed; "Time to hit the markets."
After the long climb down, Tinker slipped past the police, given he wasn't exactly living in the tower with full legality. Once in the market, Tinker eyed all the stands; choosing his targets. Walking up to a jewelry stand, he ogled at the lovely gem stones. He may or may not have walked away with one or two... You don't know ~
Walking up to a peticulary large stand, Tinker called to his friend, Svik the Hyena. After chatting for a bit, Tinker sold his recently acquired gems for a fair amount of gold, and continued on his way. *chuckling* "Life is good." Tinker spoke to himself.
Deciding to check out his favorite stand, one owned my Olimar, a short yet exceedingly intelligent dragon, Tinker passed an alley way, giving 5 gold coins to a beggar, earning a hug.
Upon arriving at Olimar's stand, he was promptly slapped on the wrist by the staff wielding drake. "If you even think about stealing...I'll beat you to a pulp!" The dragon threatened.
Instinctively fleeing the area, Tinker rubbed his sore forehead, sad that he was unable to grab a new watch or something.
*guuuuurglorp*
Tinker, holding his stomach, knew he needed food; and soon. Looking around, he saw a rather fat elephant; probably a noble. Tailing behind the fat-cat, Tinker followed him to a lovely stand. Sniffing the air, Tinker could smell the greatest of foods... His tongue was watering just from thinking about what culinary masterpieces lay beyond the counter.
After the elephant placed his order, a minute passed before the food was ready. After the food was placed on the counter, the cook gave the elephant the price. "Ten gold."
"What a shakedown... Alright, crook..." He elephant retorted indignantly.
"It's go time..." Tinker muttered.
Tinker then "accidentally" mocked he elephant's coin-purse from his belt.
"Hey, watch what your doing, boy!" Shouted the elephant.
After being slapped by the hot-tempered noble, Tinker vaulted over the elephant as he bent down. Tinker then grabbed the meal, and bolted; leaving the area before the elephant could get up.
Snickering, Tinker made his way to his clock-tower home again, making sure to feed his half-pet mouse.
After stripping himself to his underwear, he got back in his bedroll. Slowly, he fell back to sleep, lulled by the clanking of the clockwork.
*clank crank, crank clank*
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Wolf
Size 183 x 182px
File Size 15.1 kB
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