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Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

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.