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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 2:38 pm
A cold wind ripples through the trees. Who would have known, change would not come on the thundering hooves of revolution, but on the gentle kiss of a mother and child.
The world has been turned on its head. The darkness that had seized this little town has been dispelled as if by magic. The fog clears, past and present merge... perhaps there is such a thing as happy ever after.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:51 am
Announcements:
~Henry is in the hopital, Emma has just now broken the spell...
~Slowly all the memories of the past are returning to all those in Storybrooke.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:52 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 10:43 am
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Daniel The Stable Boy ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅   Ⓓon't you fret, my dear......Ⓘt'll all be over soon."Married to the king or not, I will always be yours, Daniel."Dust and tears. That was all left once Regina turned away from the stables in Storybrooke. Even so close to where a horse is maintained, the dust did not blend with the dirt upon the ground. Instead a little wind picked up and trailed along the stables; ready for a travel through the air and onto the next town. This little gust, though, was just like the residents of Storybrooke; but it was a willing guest. Wanting to stay within the boundaries of the once-cursed town.
Hours have passed, this little gust of wind strolling on through to make it seem nothing more than just passing wind. It was close to the storage area, where a recent new-found Wolf-Ruby...or Red as some remember her as...was once surrounded by a mob of citizens that were confused and afraid. This portion of the story has nothing to do with Ruby or the mob. This story pertains to the particles of dust that hitched a ride with the gust of wind. As if not knowing there would be a wall there, the gust stopped near instantly once it was in a small open storage shed. The dust particles dropped, making ready to become new dust in the shed that has been barely touched. This new dust was different. Tears it contained. Tears of many emotions coming from one person. One woman. One love. The dust slowly started to pulsate; slowly at first, but then to the point of a beating heart.
A moment later, fading into view was a man--a naked man, lying on his stomach; face to the right side. His eyes widened as he gasped his first breath of air like any one would do after being temporarily dead. There was nothing more and nothing less than frighten and discombobulation. Crawling over to a corner, hidden away by boxes, where he did nothing but to gasp for air and clawed his way out of nothing on the floor. Little time, be it close to five minutes, have passed when the man finally stopped gasping and started to realize his immediate surroundings. Both his mind and his brain were still at the point of not functioning properly and clearly, so his eyes started to play tricks on the man. Shifting his head a little to the side to see beyond the boxes and out the open door of the shed, blurs of different colours blended to the point where he quickly moved his head away. Not for the fact of the bright colours, but it seemed more out of fear.
Time continued to pass, but how long for sure, the man did not know. He could not even remember much in the first place, let alone how to figure out time. He soon became comforted by the boxes within the small storage shed, as if they were his shield from the unknown world. Looking through the boxes, though at the moment his brain functions were slowly coming together but the bold black letters on the boxes--stating what it contains--were still jumbled together to the point where the man could not comprehend it. Ripping open the tape, like a new-found enemy, the man looked through the first box; only to find old books. Though, what they were, he could understand quite yet. The second box he ripped open, though, contained clothes. He was getting a bit cold; and being naked in a storage shed most certainly did not help.
Like a child learning on his own, the man was able to get the new set of underwear and old pants on properly--with a couple of time of falling down or tumbling towards the other boxes. The shirt, however, he had it on inside out; but at this point in time, he did not truly notice to actually care. Gaining back some of his mind, though, not much of long-term memory, the man decided to go through a couple of more boxes both of curiosity and to see if anything would help him.
One box in particular had fragile items as its contents, but it was not the items the man found interesting, but the newspaper that was wrapped around it. Unfolding the paper and letting the item fall to the steel ground; first crashing into pieces and having it echo in the shed. The man cringed to the point of muffling his ears with his hands. There was not much of an echo; but it was enough for him to not like it at all. Once the echo faded away completely, the man slowly opened his eyes before his hands moved downward to the newspaper piece. It was not the words he looked at, as they were still all conjumbled to him; but the woman in the picture. Though the picture was in black and white, the woman seemed to have dark-coloured hair, straight and in a bob right below her chin. Her circular face had a bit of harshness in it, but there was something else. Looking at it closely, the man finally started to speak; though it was only a word and there was some difficulty at it. "R...Re...gina."Like a trigger-word to wake a sleeping agent, the memories all came back at once. The time he was the stable boy. The young woman who tamed the wildest of horses. The little girl with hair black as a raven. The mother. The screaming young woman. The doctor. The same doctor, but different. And the young woman, crying but releasing him for the final time. It was all the mind could not take and with that, the man fainted heavily in the shed; falling upon the shattered porcelain and letting out a heavy thunk that rung in and out of the storage shed.
Daniel has made his way back into Storybrooke.Ⓘ'll be waiting here......Ⓕor you.     Location || Shacks and Storages Company || Own Self Attire || Reawaken Current Thoughts || Why this again?
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:09 pm
Isabelle "Belle" French    If either of you cared about me, you would have listened...
There were things that Isabell French could tell no one. They were relatively new and small things: like the heavily scarred bottom of her feet, or the fact that she could no longer stand the scent of smoke, and now had an unhealthy fear of the dark. Then there were the nightmares that plagued her sleep, the mocking voices that flickered like echoes in the shadowy corners of her room. She needed to speak, she needed someone to pull her out of her night terrors, but alas, all she found was the cold chill of her small apartment.
More than once she'd picked up the phone to call Him. She'd clung to the small piece of plastic only to back out before pressing the final digit. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't speak of the nightmares and memories. Just knowing what Regina had done had pushed him to release a wraith. Belle shuddered to think what would happen if he knew everything. Storybrooke might not survive his vengeance.
Her new friends were kind and generous, but they didn't know her. She had kept the details of her life secret, knowing fully well they wouldn't understand, not really. Belle had been in the dark for far too long and although she was not tainted by the dark arts, they had left their mark on her. She would never again be that silly innocent girl her father had known. She would never again be Rumpelstiltskin's Dragon Princess who would stare down the Dark One in his own dungeon. Her sharp edges were worn and smoothed out by years of pain and isolation. Belle no longer dreamed.
And so it was, every morning at 2:00 am, Belle would snap awake over a memory, or a nightmare. 2:10 am would find her making a cup of tea to steady her nerves. 2:30 am and she would be sitting by her window watching the town until the sun came up. Steady as clockwork if not a bit fraying on her nerves.
She was thankful for Ruby's gift of a make up kit. In her own way, Belle wore a mask. Concealer lived up to its name and hid the dark shadows under her eyes. Belle could walk among the town smiling and celebrating their triumphs as if she were one of them.
Often she liked to simply walk around the small town and observe. If Rumpelstiltskin had taught her anything it was that you could learn the most from people when they thought they weren't being watched. During one of her little excursions she wandered to a particularly desolated part of town. Alone with her thoughts she did not catch the glimmer of magic nearby. It was only when a crash cut into her thoughts that she looked up and tasted the tell-tale signs of magic in the air. Having spent so much time in the Dark Castle she could detect its presence almost as if by scent. Her foolish bravery got the better of her yet again as she rushed towards the sound.
It was a man.
"Are you ok?" she asked placing a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, look at me, can you hear me?"
...but you didn't, and now there's nothing left to say.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:46 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Daniel The Stable Boy ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅Ⓓon't you fret, my dear......Ⓘt'll all be over soon."Daniel, you are such a silly man."A faint, unfamiliar voice brought Daniel back from a daze. At first it was steel sheets, dust and porcelain that greeted the mud-brown eyes but it was a groan of pain that greeted the stranger. Not a wise decision, but better than getting up so quickly, the man rolled over to where his face was facing upwards. Wincing a little once his head hit the ground, there were bits and pieces of the porcelain falling out from him. Furrowing his eyebrows a little bit before his eyes finally got into focus. A young woman, a face Daniel was not familiar with, but then again not much beyond the farm and the stables was familiar to him. It was then, however, the last time a charming young woman tried to break him...more particularly killing him.
A combination of confusion and fear struck Daniel as it showed upon his face before scrambling backwards towards the boxes. At the moment, not caring of the broken porcelain digging into his hands and arms, it was something he did not want to be around at the moment. "N-nn-nnoo. No." A difficulty in still processing words from the brain to the mouth, it seemed like the man was child-like. The woman did not proceed after him, though, which his brain did not comprehend. Shaking a little in fear, the man slowly peeked his head past the boxes to look out past and to the young woman in a half-sleepy manner.
Not daring himself to speak at the moment, Daniel looked the young woman up and down. Not in a seductive manner in any way, but more out of precaution than anything else. Looks are always deceiving, though and he learned it well from Her...and her mother actually. "Hea-heart th-th-thief?" Although not complete sentences, his mind was trying to figure out if this young woman would hurt him or not by the fact of practically ripping out his heart...for the third time in his life.Ⓘ'll be waiting here......Ⓕor you. Location || Shacks and Storages Company || Female Stranger Attire || Reawaken Current Thoughts || No more lovely-yet-deceiving women, please?
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 10:17 pm
Isabelle "Belle" French
Belle never mastered being cold and uncaring, even as a facade. It was the only mask that looked unnatural on her. So when the man cowered and whimpered about a 'Heart Thief' she felt her defenses crumble. How many lives did Regina have to ruin before she was satisfied?
"No heart thieves here. I promise, I only want to help," she knelt down to his level and fought the urge to hug him.
She knew what it was like to be staring deep into the never-ending dark without anyone to help you. As if she were approaching a wounded animal she kept her movements slow and deliberate.
"My name is Belle," she said in a soothing a tone as she could, "what's your name?"
Considering how he was a victim of having his heart ripped out, holding out her hand was probably not the best. She had seen poor men and women like him in the Queen's dungeon. They were terrified of feeling that intense pain. She could relate. It was unlike any other pain she could fathom.
"Come on, dear, you can't stay here, it's not safe."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 7:30 am
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Daniel The Stable Boy ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅Ⓓon't you fret, my dear......Ⓘt'll all be over soon."Have faith, Daniel."With the boxes becoming a mother's legs, Daniel scooted his head back to hide himself away from the world. Downside to all of this, there was no actual mother attached to it to protect him. It was peculiar to see a grown man cower away at something that seemed so gentle; but being dead for well more than a twenty-eight year curse is a bit of a different story. In the meantime, Daniel's thought process slowly started to make sense within him.
This woman--er, Belle if he heard correctly--has yet to lunge at him in greed or give a look with sinister in her eyes. Those eyes had something Daniel had not seen in oh-so many years. Realizing, though, she did ask for his name, he kind of blurted it out-right and in a hurry. "DANIEL!" Placing his hands over his mouth as if trying to maintain all that he speaks--or what he could--Daniel looked back up to Belle with a bit of an apologetic look. "Daniel." He repeated, but this time in a softer tone while only parting two fingers as if they were the volume controls.
Keeping his hands over his mouth, the man looked about in curiosity as if it was the first time noticing where he was at. It was a comfort zone, but soon enough he would come to realize this would seem to be a cage. Not many have the desire to stay in one, so he finally looked back to the young woman and gave a small nod, though not speaking about it.
Regrettably letting his hands release from his mouth area, he used them to boost himself up. Downside to all of this, his mind may finally to work properly; but it was the rest of the body that needed to catch up. Using the wall of the shed and the boxes as bars, Daniel looked down to his legs and glared at them as if somehow the power of thought would make them move. At first, it was successful, but then he started to wobble a little before holding onto the boxes again. This may take time and he came to figure it out before looking over to Belle, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion while his cheeks burned out of embarrassment.Ⓘ'll be waiting here......Ⓕor you. Location || Shacks and Storages Company || Belle Attire || Reawaken Current Thoughts || Oh, welcome back pain! ...Ouch.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 8:50 am
Isabelle "Belle" French If either of you cared about me, you would have listened...
Belle's eyes softened at his words and actions. Something had happened to him; to Daniel. It didn't take much perception to see he was suffering from the aftermath of a curse. Everything about him from his voice to his mannerisms reminded her of a newborn foal, still finding his way around his body. His eyes had been clouded and sleepy at first but now held a clarity that was encouraging.
"Daniel, I'm going to help you ok?" she said in a calm voice as she walked up to him, "Your legs must have fallen asleep. I'll... I'll take you somewhere safe."
Belle didn't know how or exactly when she had decided to take him home, but leaving him here in a cold shed was not an option. Then again a certain Dark One had always chided her on being so impulsive and, like most things, he was usually right. The world was too dangerous a place to show compassion, but Belle couldn't bring herself to stop. She never could understand how people would turn a blind-eye to suffering. How could someone delight in another's despair? It could be she was still naive, but if being held captive for over 28 years had not made her bitter, then there was nothing Daniel could do to ruin her intentions.
"Here, just lean on me, ok?" she carefully draped one of his arms over her shoulders, "We'll take it slowly... do you have any family?"
She needed to keep him talking if only to keep the panic at bay. The last thing she needed was to have him revert into a state of panic.
...but you didn't, and now there's nothing left to say.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 12:37 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Daniel The Stable Boy ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅Ⓓon't you fret, my dear......Ⓘt'll all be over soon."Any other horses to tame? Or are you just wanting to see me?"There was only a bit of hesitation from Belle's assistance, but in the end, Daniel was grateful for it. Having a limp arm momentarily once it was draped over the young woman's shoulder, he did indeed used her as support once his other hand finally let go of the wall. There was still some caution in his mind, but the possibility of the young woman taking advantage of the helpless man would have been done by now.
Knitting his eyebrows in confusion, his mind most likely to be at the best it can and possibly ever will be, Daniel looked over to the young woman who was just maybe a couple of inches shorter than he at most. "No family. Here." At least he was able to figure out what to say to her question, although not completely, but better than nothing at all. Letting Belle lead the way out of the shed and onto wherever she will be leading themselves, his legs were able to work properly now as the wobbling turned into more of hobble, like having a charlie-horse...but on both legs.
There was a certain phrase that most people knew about, but in the past; not many used it with him. Only She did. The only person in that portion of the land property said it to him. "Thank you." Such simple words, and yet Daniel was finally able to say them. Not many would show much kindness, even to where he was before. Where he was...in fact. Giving a look around, his face contorted in confusion before looking back to Belle. "Where am I?"Ⓘ'll be waiting here......Ⓕor you. Location || Shacks and Storages Company || Belle Attire || Reawaken Current Thoughts || Look! I can say more than three words! Lethal_Joker I just want plushie-form of the two and cuddle them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 1:10 pm
Isabelle "Belle" French If either of you cared about me, you would have listened...
"You don't have to thank me, Daniel. Lots of us need help these days..."
Belle took slow steps out of the musty shed and into the open air. There was a frightened tremor in his voice when he asked where he was. She understood his confusion, it was the same cold chill she'd experienced after leaving the asylum. But unlike Belle, Daniel would have someone to guide him instead of running blindly in the night.
"A lot of things have happened, this town is called Storybrooke," she explained as they walked towards the center of town where her small loft was. Thankfully, the town was still mostly asleep.
"It's going to be ok Daniel," she reassured him, "many people were displaced by the Queen's Curse, but we'll help you."
She gave him a comforting smile. Although he was taller than her, Belle didn't feel his weight to be a burden. It could be the bursts of adrenaline caused by her insomnia, but Belle felt better now that she had someone to look after. After some stumbling and some quick breaks, they arrived at her loft. Very carefully she helped him sit on her couch and she smiled at him. Her hair had gotten a bit disheveled but other than that, she looked positively pleased with her little accomplishment.
"Ah, would you like something to drink? Tea, lemonade?"
...but you didn't, and now there's nothing left to say. CaptainTapole I just realized... if you squint Daniel has Rumpel's basic face structure...
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 7:50 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Daniel The Stable Boy ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅Ⓓon't you fret, my dear......Ⓘt'll all be over soon."Running away with you will be one of the greatest adventures yet."Storybrooke? The town was unfamiliar to him. What was even worse, Daniel did not understand those coloured contraptions with glass and what seemed to be black wheels at the bottom of them. Even in the middle of the night, his confusion went wild. And what kind of things, he wondered. This town was not a place where the Land would hold. There was something amiss of this whole place. He did not speak of it, though, as he continued to listen to Belle's explanation."Queen's curse? There was no queen. King was to we--" Daniel stopped mid-sentence, as his mind finally came to realize it. His face went to sullen then to a sadness like losing someone so precious. "She married him." It was more of an out loud thought rather than being directed towards the young woman.
After the realization, Daniel kept quiet the rest of the way. Luckily, his small stumbles were covered by the fact of still not having full strength and control over his body. Thankfully, Belle was gracious to give him little breathers every now and again on the way to and up her loft. Once there, though, Daniel let out a heavy sigh of relief as both Belle and himself dropped to the couch. It was different cushions than he had ever seen before; but at least it was comfortable enough. Looking over to her, he canted his head a little bit. Never being the one to tend to, he did not want to take advantage of it but he did not want to insult his hostess either. "Lemonade, please?" Well, at least his motor functions are mostly back--or at least he reminded himself to be polite.
Sinking into this elongated cushioned chair, Daniel took a look around without moving much but his head and eyes. It was so simple; but possibly that is all Belle wanted. Nothing too extravagant or elegant-looking; but at the same time, it was quite comforting and homely--as if the place...and the resident...welcomed those who came in. Daniel tried with all his might to suppress the feeling; but it was written all over his face that he was ready to sulk. Regina married the king and then her killing him...for the second-and-thought-to-be last time. Regina, a queen. But Belle said... "There was a curse?" His thought broke mid-way so Daniel may finally bring up the question he did not truly understand to the young woman.Ⓘ'll be waiting here......Ⓕor you. Location || Belle's Loft Company || Belle Attire || Reawaken Current Thoughts || This is what heartache feels like?
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 8:41 pm
Isabelle "Belle" French If either of you cared about me, you would have listened...
Belle poured him a glass and placed it on the coffee table next to him. As an afterthought she fixed tea and jelly sandwiches for them both. If nothing else it gave her time to prepare an adequate explanation to his question. She finally sat down on an easy chair across from him nursing a mug of tea. It was her typical predawn ritual, but at least now she was thankful for the company.
"It's all a bit complicated. The Queen hated Snow White and tried to destroy her happiness," she inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine tea as if that would give her the comfort she needed. "When she was unable to separate Snow and her true love, she enacted a curse that tore everyone she hated away from their happy endings. It took our memories and brought us here, to this world. Recently the curse has been broken. Everyone remembers now we're adjusting..."
She looked into her cup and gave a bittersweet smile at the rippling reflection found there.
"...some better than others."
Her crystal blue eyes were a bit sad but she smiled at Daniel kindly.
"That's what you missed in a nutshell," she said kindly, "but anyway... you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, Daniel. I just got this place, it's not much but... it's home."
...but you didn't, and now there's nothing left to say.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 9:42 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Daniel The Stable Boy ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅Ⓓon't you fret, my dear......Ⓘt'll all be over soon."I will never become what my mother wants."Nodding his thanks, Daniel took in a big sip of the lemonade. A bit tart, but strangely, that was how he liked it. Listening to Belle, it was quite noticeable Daniel was lost practically when she started it all. Snow White? The little princess! His memory triggered the thought, but then his mind started to process it all. Was the little girl the one who told Regina's mother? Possible. The two did their best to hide their love away from the King, though anyone--including her mother--living on the property land could easily tell Regina and Daniel were in love. But wait. Regina became queen and placed a curse? This is where either Belle was pulling Daniel's leg and joking or lying."She would not have placed a curse. Ever. She did not want to be her mother." Most likely by the afternoon of the day, Daniel would be able to piece together more complete and proper sentence structure. Either way, denial struck the man as he took one of the jelly sandwich and stared at it intently briefly before placing it in his mouth. Although, there was a bit of anger towards Belle for these vicious words; he did give a bit of a nod by the fact of liking the sandwich.
Letting it all sink into his mind, though a good amount of it made no sense to him. This was not the Regina he knew and loved. This could not have been Regina at all. Brushing the silent thoughts away from the front of his mind to the back for the time being, Daniel looked back to Belle and for the first time created a small smile upon his lips. "Thank you." There was a brief moment while he got to thinking and his face showed it. Taking a couple of more sips of the lemonade, Daniel finally looked down to the glass; as if defeated by something unannounced. "You also affected worse than curse?" Belle seemed to know enough, but there was something more that troubled her than a recently broken curse.Ⓘ'll be waiting here......Ⓕor you. Location || Belle's Loft Company || Belle Attire || Reawaken Current Thoughts || I was her happiness?
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 10:09 pm
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