http://gold-dust-pixie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] gold-dust-pixie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-08-18 03:40 pm

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.
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[identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com 2011-08-25 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
“I am not letting go of this branch.” He said firmly, wincing when she grabbed his ears. “What if I just float all the way to the top of the… circle thingy?” The dome. “Then how am I gonna get down? I won’t let go. Absolutely not. Nope. Not happening. No way. Nev-“ Timon’s stomach interrupted him, growling with frustration. The meerkat groaned in return. He was really hungry, to the point he almost didn’t care what it took to get a meal. Almost.

“Alright,” Timon gave a sigh in defeat. “I’ll… let go.” And grab hold something else. If he could make it there simply by pulling himself, it wouldn’t be as bad. Though, walking still would have been a wiser decision. He reached out and grabbed at the grass, taking in a handful to pull himself forward, then another. Unfortunately, the meerkat did not get nearly as far as he had hoped by this method, the grass ripping right out from the ground. Panic quickly took wind of the meerkat once again.

“No! My- I - I don’t have anything to hold on to!” He flailed around in the air, more than enough to embarrass the both of them. “I can’t reach…!”