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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 3:14 pm
 "A door! A door, a door...all doors need keys and I have a key so I must need a door!"
The cooing voice of a certain pidge carried with the wind over the churchyard. It was a voice that ruffled like feathers and shook like a leaf, a voice that belonged to a certain nervous creature who -- at present -- was walking along the back stoop of the church building. He would stop, occasionally, to look around himself, craning his head this way and that in a very un-pigeon-like cautious manner; then, satisfied that no one was following him, would resume his pacing. He wore a key around his neck, tied on a bit of string, and it swung slightly with each step.
Occasionally, as he paced, he would mutter to himself.
"Doors and keys...boxes and locks...lock, what else has a lock..."
He stopped, after some time of this, and looked up at the back door of the building with a slow-building dawn of recognition. A door! A lock! A lock that could fit his key!
But, the question was, how was he supposed to get up there? The door had been built for man-height, and the keyhole was an impossible distance from his head. He could fly, certainly, but he was no hummingbird, and hovering at the level of the key-hold would be quite impossible.
Dithering about this, ruffling and shifting his wings uncomfortably, the green-necked bird temporarily forgot his overcautious manner and stared openly at the back door, wracking his brain for a solution to this new conundrum.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:08 pm
 Shepherd's had been watching the rising sun upon the cross of the church, sunlight dancing off the many bright colours on her eccentricity inked feathers. She had simply been staring outwards to the treetops, lost in contemplation.
The thoughtful female had also been searching for a particular something. Although quite what it was... She could not recall for the life of her. In fact, apart from her own name and familiarity of location, she had been struggling to remember anything at all in the recent months. All the pidge she had seen and spoken with daily. Now all strangers. She could remember some things. But now she thought about it... Maybe she was just making those things up.
The lonely and lost feeling pidge gave a heavy downhearted sigh, hunching slightly into her down and closing her eyes. She wasn't of any use to anyone like this. How could she ever be helpful if...
A frenzied constant cooing finally reached her ears, as if in slight distress. Was it just in her head or...?
She opened an eye and peered down. No, most definitely it was another pidge, a flustered looking young male, with dim yet bright colours adorning him. A human-made-looking metal stick swung around his neck as he flapped at the door. Now whatever was he doing that for? Crazy looking or not, this pidge looked like he needed help, and surely it was her duty to... Wait. Was it?
Nevertheless, she fluttered down from the rooftop and landed a few meters away from the staring pidge, cocking her head to the side in curiosity. "What happens to be the problem?" She asked, a quiet, lost sounding voice, almost slightly eerie, but meant with the best intentions.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:44 am
Maybe if he got hold of the door handle, he thought. Yes, certainly, that was the way to do it. Oblivious for now to the presence of another, the pidge fluttered up to the level of the door handle, and rested upon it. Once perched, he pecked lightly at the door, muttering incoherently to himself.
The problem was he was above the key-hole. And, being as he was a pigeon and not a parakeet, hanging upside down from the door handle and navigating the key into the lock was a surmountable task, and one he wasn't entirely sure he was up to.
Also, he was being spoken to.
Squawking in alarm, the pidge took flight, tumbling from his door-handle perch in a mass of feathers and landing in an undignified heap on the ground. "Never you mind!" He said, in a faltering voice. "Nothing happening here, not doing a thing, you just hurry on along now, not a thing to see here."
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:15 am
 Prismacolor preened her bright purple feathers, admiring her work as an Inker. There hadn't been many customers as of late, and there was nothing to do but preen and doodle in her workshop. Quiet boring for her really. What she needed was a new project! Something to keep her little talons busy. So she flew about, looking for something or someone to preoccupy her until she could figure out a good project. Once she spotted the two Pidge talking near the church door.
"Hello, hello! Whaaaat is all this ruckus about?" It had been a quiet day, and therefore anything louder than a pin dropping was considered a 'ruckus' to Prismacolor.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 4:39 am
She had watched quietly for a while as the pidge had tapped away at the door handle, and flown around it, inspecting it as if how best to get rid of a problem, unable to hear his muttering. He seemed somewhat mad, yet then again, she wasn't really one to talk.
Shepherd's flitted her feathers in slight surprise as the pidge on the church door-handle blurted out his panicked response and landed with a dull thunk on the ground. Was he alright?
"Oh! Here." She cooed fluttering over to him and helping nudge him upright before backing away at a respectable distance once again rather quickly as is she'd never even touched the frantic mass of feathers. "Are you alright?" There was something in her that was deeply concerned for others' welfare. But surely she hadn't been a nanny? She was too unsure around chicks for that.
Shepherd's turned around in surprise to see the flamboyantly coloured inker who had approached the scene. How beautiful she was, but was her name? She closed her eyes a moment to rid herself of the troubled thoughts then looked back up to the iridescent pidge to speak. "Hello there. I do believe our little friend is in some sort of predicament." She said and gestured towards Whitecastle. She tilted her head back to him with what she hoped to be a kindly reassuring look. "What is it you were trying to do flying about that door like that? Are you sure we couldn't help you?" She paused a moment deep in thought, he'd seemed panicked as to its secrecy... "You don't have to tell us what it's for if you don't want to." Shed added.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 5:24 pm
He squawked in alarm, flapping his wings erratically, more to beat this "onslaught" away than to fly off. "I'm fine -- just fine -- no need for a fuss," he said, backing away, his furs so ruffled as to make him appear halfway to molting.
Weaving a bit on his legs, he peered unsteadily between the two females. "No problems here. Just be back along your way."
He settled slightly, then, holding his head resolutely high, his feathers slowly smoothing back over his body. When he spoke again, it was in a slightly different tone -- not simply calmer, but deeper, almost as though his former outburst had never happened. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding here. I'll just be going, then."
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 1:34 am
"Uhm..." Shepherd's pulled a slightly bewildered expression at the pidge. The poor boy seemed to be rather mad, but then again, who was she to judge? She could barely remember anything, let alone what this male was like if he lived here.
"I'm sure you're not intruding... It's just that I never see pidge going down into the lower half of the church. Is that why you're flustered? I haven't heard any humans in there yet, it's too early." It was probably best not to dwell on or voice out loud the possibility of such a nervous pidge getting into trouble with Happy Hour. She glanced up at the door and it's waiting lock, then back to the pidge's key. She realized she had seen humans use those in the mornings before... On the church's front door. "You want to open it then?" She asked simply. "Because if you found a platform of some kind to use..." Curiosity was now filling her own mind.
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