The Wizard of Oz {plot participants}
Jan 6, 2013 19:25:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2013 19:25:08 GMT -5
The Woodsman smiled sheepishly as his saviors listened to his tale.
"A fascinating tale, sir. And, if I may be permitted to observe, that is a fascinating tool you have."
Tron looked down at the weapon in his hand... which was obviously not a hatchet.
"Oh, this?" he asked; he was about to explain before he suddenly frowned. What was this, again?
"I'm not quite sure," he added, before taking an experimental swing of the weapon at a nearby tree. It left a deep gash, which surprised Tron but also pleased him. "It does, however, seem to be very effective. And it seems as though it is much more convenient to carry than a hatchet!" An instinct told him to place the odd weapon on his back, so he did so; it seemed to fit perfectly in its designated place, much to Tron's pleasure.
"You've been out here all this time....alone."
Tron frowned.
"Yes," he replied solemnly. "It was unbearable. If I could cry out, I would have found help sooner! But I'm glad you both were here. Otherwise, I would still be rusted and frozen! I couldn't thank you enough."
"Permit me to make the introductions."
"This young lady is Miss Jane Gale. She is off to see the Wizard of Oz, as there is rather a nasty witch after her. I am merely a humble scarecrow, though I thought the Wizard might be good enough to make up for my, shall we say, cranial deficiency by granting me a brain."
The woodsman listened to the introductions with fascination, mainly because, again, he understood barely half of it.
"Miss Gale, Mister Scarecrow, a pleasure to meet you both," he replied; he waited for the scarecrow to be off his shoulder before bowing at them both (he had the ability to move again; he may as well make good use of it). "I would introduce myself, but as it seems, I do not have a name. You may, however, call me the Woodsman." He gave a pleasant smile; it was nice to be conversing again!
"I'm hoping the Wizard will be able to send me home to Kansas. I do miss my family so. I hope they're doing all right."
Tron was moved by the young girl's story.
"I hope you make it home safely, if and when the Wizard does help," he stated to her quietly. "There is no way I could possibly repay you, so I give you my encouragement." He smiled sweetly.
"But you're just perfect now, so I suppose you no longer have need of us?"
With a sigh, the woodsman frowned once again.
"Perfect. I wish I could say I was," he replied. "But as it turns out, I'm not. I never will be, but I can be made that much closer. You see, when I was first made, I had everything a woodsman could ask for, chopping down trees as happy as..." His limited knowledge of the world restricted him from finishing the simile, so he simply continued, "something that... is happy. But I always knew something was missing. What could make me happier than all of the... other... things that are happy." He clenched his hand into a fist and banged it against his chest three times, producing a hollow sound (he had no idea where it came from, either). "A heart. You see, the man who created me... he forgot to put one in. I was content with the work I had to do, but I always knew there was something missing."
He sighed and looked down at his feet.
[he'll sing in the next post i swear]
"A fascinating tale, sir. And, if I may be permitted to observe, that is a fascinating tool you have."
Tron looked down at the weapon in his hand... which was obviously not a hatchet.
"Oh, this?" he asked; he was about to explain before he suddenly frowned. What was this, again?
"I'm not quite sure," he added, before taking an experimental swing of the weapon at a nearby tree. It left a deep gash, which surprised Tron but also pleased him. "It does, however, seem to be very effective. And it seems as though it is much more convenient to carry than a hatchet!" An instinct told him to place the odd weapon on his back, so he did so; it seemed to fit perfectly in its designated place, much to Tron's pleasure.
"You've been out here all this time....alone."
Tron frowned.
"Yes," he replied solemnly. "It was unbearable. If I could cry out, I would have found help sooner! But I'm glad you both were here. Otherwise, I would still be rusted and frozen! I couldn't thank you enough."
"Permit me to make the introductions."
"This young lady is Miss Jane Gale. She is off to see the Wizard of Oz, as there is rather a nasty witch after her. I am merely a humble scarecrow, though I thought the Wizard might be good enough to make up for my, shall we say, cranial deficiency by granting me a brain."
The woodsman listened to the introductions with fascination, mainly because, again, he understood barely half of it.
"Miss Gale, Mister Scarecrow, a pleasure to meet you both," he replied; he waited for the scarecrow to be off his shoulder before bowing at them both (he had the ability to move again; he may as well make good use of it). "I would introduce myself, but as it seems, I do not have a name. You may, however, call me the Woodsman." He gave a pleasant smile; it was nice to be conversing again!
"I'm hoping the Wizard will be able to send me home to Kansas. I do miss my family so. I hope they're doing all right."
Tron was moved by the young girl's story.
"I hope you make it home safely, if and when the Wizard does help," he stated to her quietly. "There is no way I could possibly repay you, so I give you my encouragement." He smiled sweetly.
"But you're just perfect now, so I suppose you no longer have need of us?"
With a sigh, the woodsman frowned once again.
"Perfect. I wish I could say I was," he replied. "But as it turns out, I'm not. I never will be, but I can be made that much closer. You see, when I was first made, I had everything a woodsman could ask for, chopping down trees as happy as..." His limited knowledge of the world restricted him from finishing the simile, so he simply continued, "something that... is happy. But I always knew something was missing. What could make me happier than all of the... other... things that are happy." He clenched his hand into a fist and banged it against his chest three times, producing a hollow sound (he had no idea where it came from, either). "A heart. You see, the man who created me... he forgot to put one in. I was content with the work I had to do, but I always knew there was something missing."
He sighed and looked down at his feet.
[he'll sing in the next post i swear]