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Tweak says, "What does "T.F.U" stand for?"

Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-14 22:39:00

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!dropped, day 07, location: thrift store, open, river tam, tinker bell

Who: Tinker Bell and River; OTA in the thrift shop
What: Enjoying being snowed in
When: Afternoon
Where: Thrift Shop
Rating: TBD, though let's start with PG
Status: Active

Tink let out a loud and frustrated sound and grabbed up her journal. She flung it, as hard as she could, across the room and shrank back down to her normal, five inch size. Curling into herself, her glow an intense shade of blue, she began sobbing as hard as she could. Really, she had never felt such a flood of emotion. She wanted to scream, but the anger had passed. She wanted to cry, and that's what she was doing. For it was not Jenny that was the problem but herself.

The first time she had tried to do something nice for other people, she had been utterly, utterly shut down. And her reaction had been bad. The moment she had finished putting pencil to paper, she had reread what she had written and had instantly felt bad. Unfortunately, for her, there was no sense of forethought, so damage had to be done for her to realize that it had been done.

Holding her head, she continued crying. What else was there to do? Dean was probably angry at her, she had cursed Watanuki's name, and she had told everyone else to die. All because of a woman. All because of a foolish, wrinkly, mean spirited bitch.

She heard movement and looked up, tears streaming down her pale face, her cries still echoing through the snowbound store. Oh how she wished that she hadn't chosen to stay behind.

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brokengirl
2009-05-15 12:04 am UTC (link)

River had finally made it back to the thrift store after spending a few days stranded by the glass wall. Shaking snow out of her hair she quickly ruffled through a box Kaylee had left out and found a way too big pink sweater. She pulled it on and pushed the long sleeves up past her elbows.

After writing a quick note in her journal she was going to fall asleep when she heard sobbing. Listening for a moment she realized Tinker Bell was somewhere further in the store. Though River had never met the girl she was suddenly curious. She could read that she was a...fairy?

River stood up and went over to the source of the sobbing. "Hello." she said calmly, her head tilting a bit at the sight of a five inch person.

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tink_says
2009-05-16 01:19 am UTC (link)

Tink had not noticed River come in; she had probably been too wrapped up in arguing via the journal. When she heard the voice, though, she did look up. Tears were running down her tiny face, and her nose was a touch snotty, much like a small child's. She whimpered, curling into herself more, barely peeking over her kneecaps at River.

"Hello," she said, biting her lower lip. "Are you going to yell at me as well and tell me that I'm horrible and wrong? After all, that's what everybody else seems to be doing. Can't even defend myself, can I? No, apparently that's something a touch too evil and wicked. Apparently nobody round these parts likes parties. Or maybe it's that one person dislikes parties and that sort of attitude is contagious. Either way, my mood has been thoroughly spoiled, and I am a very bad, evil, wicked little thing."

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Tink's glow was a deep blue, and she stood up, walking small figure eights on the window ledge on which she had been seated. Her wings trembled with each of her soft sobbing sounds. The world was gray and bleak, and everyone seemed to be against her.

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brokengirl
2009-05-25 11:08 pm UTC (link)

River's head tilted a bit further at the sight of her as well as the things she was saying. She had been gone for quite some time so it took her a moment to read in her what had been going on. When she understood she straightened her head up, "No I am not." it wasn't her place to do so.

She moved closer and knelt down next to Tinkerbell. "Fairy." she stated as she looked over Tink's blue glow, "I didn't know you existed." River could be rather blunt about things sometimes and she was started to come to grips with the fact that they were all taken from different places. Though seeing a fairy at that moment was something River could have never thought of before.

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tink_says
2009-05-31 12:56 am UTC (link)

Having been prepared to curl up and begin crying harder, Tink was shocked when River said that she was not going to put her in her place. It was completely unexpected, a bit refreshing, and overly kind. "That's one of the few breaks that I've caught recently. Thank you," she said. She snuffled, still a weepy mess, not sure how to make herself stop crying. Everything seemed so bleak and sad, and she was incredibly bad at picking herself up by the bootstraps.

"Fairy?" she echoed. People didn't always say, straightforwardly, what she was, and sometimes they didn't even know. The latter individuals were incredibly sad and deprived not having known the wonder and glory of her species. The former were...puzzling. Sure, not everyone knew that fairies were all over the place, but most people had at least heard of them. Why, then, did they sound so surprised? "Why, yes, I am."

That was when River almost said something dangerous. Gasping, eyes wide, she flew up, putting her hands on River's lips. "You almost said something very, very bad, Miss." Her tone was urgent, frightened. "We do exist, and please, don't ever doubt it. People who say we don't, they're murderers. Every time someone says something about...my people...not existing, one of us falls down dead, and it's usually the one closest to the person who said that thing. Please, I've been a bit wretched lately, but I don't think that I deserve to die." Her eyes watered, and she backed away from River a bit. "Do I?" It was desperate and sad, looking for someone to affirm that she had a right to live.

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brokengirl
2009-06-10 10:41 pm UTC (link)

River continued to watch Tink as she cried, with curiosity. Tink was so tiny she could probably fit in the palm of River's hand. She knelt down on the ground when she confirmed that she was indeed a fairy. "Magic." she calmly stated.

When Tink said she was almost a murderer River tilted her head at her. "Falls dead? How so?" she asked. The idea that someone could die due to a phrase of doubt was interesting to River. Still she put the information to the back of her brainpan as something to never say. She shook her head at Tink to answer her question. "No one deserves to die. Even if you have been...'wretched'...Tink."

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tink_says
2009-06-10 11:51 pm UTC (link)

"Not really magic, no," she said, sighing, wiping her eyes. There was no use in continuing to cry. This woman had been fairly kind to her, and it seemed that she actually wanted to talk to her. Obviously, River had not gotten the memo about Tink, and she was secretly glad for that. Shifting slightly, she hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. "There are fairies who can do magic, but not me. I'm just beautiful and really good at fixing pots." She hadn't told anybody here about her former occupation. She hadn't done it in a long time, and she didn't want people to think her common.

River's question was a good one, but Tinkerbell simply shrugged. Was there even an answer? It was just... "Well, it's just because. That's how fairies die. It's not something we tend to think about, but it happens. Someone says something like that, and then BOOM! A fairy's gone. Forever." Tink had died once. But not like that. She'd been saved, though, by all the children of the world clapping and saying that they did believe in fairies. Unfortunately, that had been magic; the children didn't remember afterward.

"What are you doing here?" she asked out of the blue. It was a sensible question in her mind. She'd thought she was alone. River's thoughts on death were a little too deep for the fairy to grasp.

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