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Tweak says, "How did you find my village?"

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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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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