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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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His gaze casually wandered up to the pixie, or at least tried, as he contemplated the feeling of someone resting on his head. She wasn’t heavy, but he could certainly feel her there. It was odd to say the least, though that did not necessarily mean uncomfortable.
“I’ve never tried those, just berries. I kinda had to make a switch when I came here. They got a lot of sweet stuff here for you, though. You shouldn’t have any trouble finding something to eat. There’s this stuff called chocolate they got that’s really good. I can’t eat it but maybe you can.”