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paixaorpg2011-08-18 03:40 pm
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Fairies Are Not Bugs! [Active]
Character(s): Tinkerbell, Timon
Content: Tinkerbell vs the furry striped jerk. GO!
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Morning, Week 34
Warnings: None.
Tinkerbell had resigned herself to the fact that she was in this strange new world without Peter Pan or the Lost Boys. Luckily, Sora was here and she'd already made a couple of good friends, but she felt a bit trapped. She wanted adventure, excitement! Fairies weren't meant to just sit idle on book shelves.
So flew out of her new home and out into the fresh air of the city, trailing golden dust behind her. She laughed as she shocked some of the townspeople, mischievously zooming into their vision or tugging a sleeve here and there. Eventually her flight pattern brought her to the park, the only place under the domes that had even a trace of the wildness she was used to -- and even that was carefully groomed and meticulous.
Hovering low over the grass, Tinkerbell made a lazy loop, trailing golden dust behind her before she landed gracefully.
Content: Tinkerbell vs the furry striped jerk. GO!
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Morning, Week 34
Warnings: None.
Tinkerbell had resigned herself to the fact that she was in this strange new world without Peter Pan or the Lost Boys. Luckily, Sora was here and she'd already made a couple of good friends, but she felt a bit trapped. She wanted adventure, excitement! Fairies weren't meant to just sit idle on book shelves.
So flew out of her new home and out into the fresh air of the city, trailing golden dust behind her. She laughed as she shocked some of the townspeople, mischievously zooming into their vision or tugging a sleeve here and there. Eventually her flight pattern brought her to the park, the only place under the domes that had even a trace of the wildness she was used to -- and even that was carefully groomed and meticulous.
Hovering low over the grass, Tinkerbell made a lazy loop, trailing golden dust behind her before she landed gracefully.
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“Yeah, yeah. Nothin’ I ain’t said before.” He told her and gently poked at the arm she no longer appeared to be using. “Are you hurt? I mean, can you move this?” He felt the need to clarify to because, at the moment, he really didn’t care to hear how she felt. Scared, angry, sad, it was bound to be one of the three. She didn’t appear to have any trouble voicing her frustration anyway. He frowned at the sight of her misshapen wing, knowing for a fact it would slow her down, if she could even still fly with it. What was he supposed to do about that?
All he wanted was something to eat, was that really too much to ask for?