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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 21, 2014 23:56:39 GMT -8
Will's Itty Bitty Wonderworld
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 22, 2014 8:25:09 GMT -8
William Robinson stepped out of the backroom of his kids toy shop back to the salesroom. A big fluffy teddybear was hided behind his back. The five-years-old Sarah was waiting in front of the counter, while her mother looked around, skeptically turning the goods for sale to watch at the costs. Everytime she quickly put it back with a shake of her head.
"Ok, little girl, here you go. There is someone waiting for you back at its best.", William said, breaking the teddy out from his back. "Mr. Paw!", the girl shouted out radiant with joy. "How was the treatment?" "Uh, well,", William answered with assumed voice to let Mr. Paw answer her question. "was no bed of roses, y'know, but am I a bear or am I not?" He earned a dunning look from the mother. "Pssh, Sarah...", he added back with his own voice, leaning over the counter. "actually he was a little whiny. But don't tell him I blabbed, promise?" A short cackle escaped Sarah. "Promise!" "Sarah, please!", the mother shoved from behind, before she directed towards Mr. Robinson. "How much do I owe you?" "It's twelve dollars, Miss Haysting.", he replied with a friendly smile. With a deep sigh she put out her wallet and handed the twelve dollars out to him. "Oh, mama, look there!", Sarah suddenly bursted out, pointing at a wooden horse statue. "No, you don't need that, Sarah.", she responded. Pulling her away from it, she added more quitly (but not quite enough as the shop keeper wouldn't be able to hear it): "We can buy that online. That will be a lot cheaper." A little bashful William looked around, as he wouldn't have heard the mother's last words.
"Thank you very much. And you two have yourself a lovely day.", he lastly said good bye, after paid out the change and after Sarah's mother took her daughter's hand, hastily pulling her out of the shop. "Good bye, Will!", Sarah answered, before she left together with her mother. William gave the girl a last wave of his hand, as the two of them disappeared through the door.
The smile on his lips lingered just a while longer. What a lovely girl..., he thought, while he was registering the income in the account book. His smile faded however, when the last dated revenue caught his eye. With a weary sigh he shut the book. When you run a shop which sells handcrafted goods, you don't strike it rich, but the truth was that his shop has seen better times. It was like the kids were loosing interest in toys. But in spite of it all he never wouldn't endure the thought of closing. Somehow he had always found a way to pay the rent.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 28, 2014 13:44:31 GMT -8
**Later On, in the evening**
With a sigh William was turning off the last lights of the shop. Since Sarah and her mother lad left, no other customer got its way into here. But he wasn't willing to give up hope already now. Every store is economy-dependent. There were good times and the not so good ones. That was quite normal, wasn't it? Despite a soft smile was playing around his lips, as he turned around the shop sign into Sorry, we're closed, decorated with the head of a comic lion, and locked the door. As he was living next to the shop room, it was just a short walk around the corner of the building to get into his flat. Well, don't worry, William, he said to himself inwardly, tomorrow there will be a fresh new day.
**William leaves for his flat around the corner**
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 28, 2015 14:42:52 GMT -8
The clock, which has been stuck at 8:15 for as long as anyone can remember, began to move once again promptly at 8:15 p.m.
Several hours pass. It is now the morning after the clock has started.
A few may have noticed the clock moving last night and those close enough may have realized when it chimed the 9 p.m. hour. Others may have learned by word of mouth or not until they next arrived in town.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 8, 2015 13:29:15 GMT -8
It was a normal morning so far, which unfortunately meant William was sitting in his store, waiting for customers coming in. Here and there he used the time to redecorate. When he did so, he always had a smile on his face. Maybe the store didn't work out well, but at least he loved what he did. He never could imagine to sit in an air-conditioned office, doing some boring paperwork for a boss, who anyway won't be satisfied with the result, though it's probably only because at home there is no one waiting, as the wife had left months ago, didn't want to come second anymore. Nah, that wasn't his life at all.
William just has found a new place for a handmade plane, as a sudden smell made him pause. Was that...? William turned around with a start. "No! Please no!", he spat out nervously, as he saw flames dancing around the wooden fairytale-tree in the middle of his store. How could that have happened? William passed the flames to pick up the fire drencher, as a shock caught him. It was gone. Where the hell...? Oh damn, he knew exactly where it was. Didn't he had to exchange the fire drencher because the mayoress told him the termination date had been reached long ago? He was going to hang up the new one today. Today! The flames were getting bigger every minute and the heat inside the store already raised to an unbearable limit. William's lungs filled up with smoke, made him cough. He hectically ran to the telephone on the desk, one hand covering his mouth, as once more a cough attack kept him from calling the fire department. With a loud noise the telephone fell from the desk. No! William already had inhaled too much of the smoke to have the strength to pick it up. Coughing he let himself sink, one hand covering the desk.
How could the fire spread around so fast? What could have caused it generally? And was this... the end...? Did he had to pathetically watch the fire destroying the rest of what has been left in his life? ...
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Post by Vye on Jul 9, 2015 4:47:38 GMT -8
***enters from Storybrooke Firehouse***
“I think someone may be inside,” a young woman tells him when they arrive on the scene. She’s probably the caller. And now he silently curses as he turns to look at the building that is already smoking quite a bit. The last thing he wants to do is a rescue because that will get him up close and personal with all that light, and all that heat. But someone has to and he is the only full time fireman. Which means he’s the most qualified. He calls over his best volunteer and soon the two of them are headed into the building.
Smoke is everywhere and that actually that doesn’t bother Moe as much as it should. He knows smoke is just as dangerous as the fire itself, but the smoke doesn’t scare him the way the fire does. Not that he needs to be dwelling on that at the moment. He needs to be finding the person still in the shop. Which means getting closer to the fire. Suddenly he feels like he’s going to be sick, freezing for a minute as they get closer to the flames. All that light. All that heat.
A hand lands on his shoulder and he turns to see John who is probably currently worried sick about the head fireman. He gives the man a thumbs up before turning back towards the fire and taking a deep breath. He can do this. He has to. So he steps forward again, trying to ignore the temperature that is uncomfortable even through his protective gear. But worse than that he has to try and ignore all that light. His eyes skim the room as he steps in, finally landing on a man lying on the ground. He signals to John even as he steps closer to the man. To the fire. No. Just the man. He refuses to think about the fire at the moment. He drops to his knees next to the man with only one thought running through his head. Get the man and get out.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 9, 2015 10:12:10 GMT -8
As comming from far away, William heard the door breaking, the cracking noise of wood and at last footsteps coming closer. Could it be that it was the fire department? Did someone call them, when smoke was climbing up the building? It had to be. Through the fog of fire William saw a pair of boots, came to stop next to his face. He already felt someone's hands pulling him up, as a sudden thought came over him. "Mi... Mister...", William tried to form words through another cough attack. "...There is... a little toy.. lokomotive... *coughs* ..in the backroom on the... top of the shelve... on the.. right side. It has to get... protected from the.. fire..." Even though he only saw billows of lights in front of his eyes by now, William grabbed at the first thing he got to grasp. It probably was an ellbow. With almost a pleading in his voice he added: "...Please!" This toy lokomotive belonged to a four years old boy and it was the last thing he had to repair. He had promised to do it. This was even more important to him than saving his own life.
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Post by Vye on Jul 9, 2015 11:45:01 GMT -8
"Mi... Mister..." Oh thank goodness. The man is still conscious. Though he is definitely starting to have trouble with all the smoke. They need to get him out of here now. "...There is... a little toy.. lokomotive... *coughs* ..in the backroom on the... top of the shelve... on the.. right side.” No. No. It’s one of the most important rules. Save the people. Don’t go for things. “It has to get... protected from the.. fire..." But why single this one toy out? It’s a toy shop, certainly there are tons of toys. And then of course Moe is envisioning a poor little boy crying over the fact that his promised toy was lost. He closes his eyes for a second, debating with himself. He really ought to just leave it. It’s the rules. And besides, he doesn’t want to get any closer to the fire. But then there is a hand grasping his arm and he looks straight into the eyes of the toymaker. "...Please!" Dang it. Those eyes say it all. The desperation in his eyes shows clearly that this man would do anything to save that toy. Which means it has to be extra important. He sighs, half wishing that he didn’t have such a soft spot for children as he turned to face the volunteer.
“John, get him out of here,” he states, pointing at the man and the door in turns just in case John has trouble hearing over the roar of the fire. And then he turns, moving before anyone can make a protest. Get the train get the train get the train. He focuses on that and not his idiocy and fear, following the instructions. Top shelf on the right. He gets there just fine, grabbing what looks like a newly fixed train off the self. He can’t help but smile a bit at the toy, suddenly deciding that this was entirely worth it. Until he turns around.
Light. Light. Light. Too much light. And the screams are torture too, loud and close and almost inhuman. He sinks to his knees, moving his hands to block his eyes and ears. And only then does he realize that the screams are coming from him. He wrenches his eyes away from the fire, down to the ground as he forces himself to stop yelling. That isn’t going to get him anywhere. His eyes land on the train and he realizes with a jolt that he must have dropped it. He frowns, gently scooping the thing up and letting the image of the boy he’d randomly thought of earlier slip into his head. Because there is some kid out there who needs this train. And Moe is the only one who can give it to them. He stays down on his hands and knees to avoid the smoke and stares at the ground, trying to pretend light isn’t everywhere. Which it actually isn’t. It just feels like it is. But he ignores that , instead focusing on awkwardly crawling toward the door with toy in hand. He is going to make it out. He is going to be okay. The light isn’t going to hurt him. Not today anyway.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 10, 2015 4:32:56 GMT -8
“John, get him out of here,”, he heard the man next to him giving orders to someone. And before he could have thanked him, the man turned to move into the backroom. He thought highly of this man risking his life for his request, though he probably was trained in risking his life anyway. William felt someone's arms around him, pulling him out of the building. Just as they passed the entrance door the shelve above collapsed and some toys and boxes fell to the ground, right behind them. But there was no time to feel lucky, as the collapse caused a spread of the fire. Another shelve broke and the planks landed in the door's way. No! This was not good. "Moe!", the man beside him called out for his colleague. "Get the hell out of there!" Williams heart was beating faster. If the man dies, it'll be his fault. In silence he said a little prayer, didn't lose sight of the debris blockading the entrance door. The man still inside had to find another way out. He just hoped that the other ways weren't blockaded yet either.
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Post by Vye on Jul 10, 2015 5:34:30 GMT -8
"Moe!" "Get the hell out of there!" Something has just happened. Otherwise John wouldn’t be calling like that. He risks a look up toward the entrance and his heart skips a beat. The door is blocked. He’s trapped. With the light everywhere. The unrelenting torturous light. A scream threatens to come from him again but he somehow ruthlessly cuts it off. Now isn’t the time. Because he isn’t trapped alone. He is trapped with this precious toy train. And some little child needs this toy train.
“Don’t worry John!” he somehow has the presence of mind to call back. He just hopes he doesn’t sound as terrified as he thinks he does. He sits back then so he can scan the whole room. Light. Too much light. He closes his eyes, drawing in a shuttering breath. He can do this. He will do this. His hand tightens on the toy. A child needs him. He will get this done. He forces his eyes back open, hating the onslaught of light. His body starts to shake horribly as he scans the room for a way out. There has to be one. There has to. But as he looks around he discovers nothing. He’s completely surround by light and… no he’s not. He shakes his head, fighting off the terror induced delusion. He is not surrounded by light. There are openings in the fire. And through one opening… a window.
The smart thing to do would probably be to keep crawling. After all, the smoke is just as dangerous as the fire. But then there is the fact that the fire could cut him off. And he wants out of here as quickly as humanly possible. So he takes one last gulp of the slightly cleaner lower air before rising to his feet. The fire roars and cackles around him, seeming to mock his efforts as he dashes for the window. Light and heat seem to be trying to envelop him as he runs for the window, eventually having to take in choking breaths of smoky air. By the time he reaches the glass, he’s couching uncontrollably. Unconsciousness is coming fast but he just has to get out of the window. The others can do the rest. He fumbles with the lock on the window for a minute before the realization hits. There is no way that he is going to get the lock undone on time.
Heat and light attack from behind as he struggles to keep himself from sinking to his knees. He has to get out. And if he can’t unlock the window… He looks down at the toy train in his hand. “Sorry,” he mutters to an unknown child as he slams the toy into the window. Once. Twice. And on the third time the window breaks, glass shattering. And that’s when he loses control of himself. His hand goes lax, the toy slipping out and falling outside of the window. His legs give out and he slumps forward into the wall, couching far too much for comfort. He slumps on the floor, forced to stay in a sitting position by the wall he’d fallen against. And the last thing he sees before blessed darkness takes him is total light.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 10, 2015 6:43:01 GMT -8
William's eyes were wandering around the bulding, searching for the man somwhere at the windows. Please, come out., he whispered in mind. This was all his fault. Screams comming from the inside troubled him even more. The situation had to become very serious, when a fireman started to scream. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
"We... we have to do something.", William turned around to the colleague in desperation. And just as the man next to him was going to move to find himself a way to get in the building again, a voice came from inside.
“Don’t worry John!”
Thank goodness! The young man was alive. Well, yet. If they didn't do anything to help, the situation would change very fast. The man beside him seemed to fight an inner war. "Moe!", he called out for his colleague another time, when nothing but the spit of the fire came from inside. No answer. "Damn it!", he spat out curses, before he turned to William to give him instructions. "Okay, you stay here. I'll go inside to get this idiot out of there, so that we finally can slack the fire." Just the moment, he ended up saying the word fire, one window above them suddenly shattered. William followed the noise, intuitively hold his arms around his head. Meanwhile some people of the townsfolk had bear them company too, most of them watching in shock. William's eyes still were laying at the broken window. Why the young man didn't climb out of it? Was he already too weak to do it? A silent prayer was readable on William's lips, as he turned his head to the ground. Wait, what was...? William bent down to pick up the object, which has fallen down toegther with the splinters of the pane. It was the wooden toy lokomotive, even though extremely damaged. Did the young man give up to rescue this toy? William's right hand raised up to his lips, covering it, as a sudden nausea would come over him. In the corner of his eyes he saw the other fireman approaching the building and climbing up the rain gutter.
John almost has reached the open window, as he suddenly became unstable, managing to hold on at the last second. He didn't grant himself a breathing pause, instead continued the way. Finally he was at the window. With one fast move John jumped through it. He felt his lungs filling up with smoke, which made him cough. But there was no time to lose. Just as John was going to call out for Moe, he saw him sitting by the wall. Unconscious. John pulled up his colleague and gave him a piggyback. His own sight already started to shake and a quick look around told him, that they've just waited too long to slack the fire. He felt sorry for the shopkeeper, but it seemed that most of the stuff were destroyed by the fire. Together with Moe on his back, John climbed out of the window, hearing the people underneath jubilate. It was way too early for jubilating though. Coughing he managed to grab at the rain gutter. After some seconds he was down at the ground again. John let Moe sink in the near of the fire truck, before he, no more time loosing, got himself ready to slack the fire with one of the fire hoses.
William still was holding the half-destroyed toy lokomotive in his hands, sending a silent thank you upwards. How could he have lived with the knowing to have killed a man. His eyes laid on the toy in his hands, while the other fireman was stroking the fire to save his shop... or at least the rest of it.
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Post by Vye on Jul 26, 2015 19:28:03 GMT -8
***Moe's nightmare which is actually a memory from his past***
Light. Light. Light. Light. Nothing but light. He long ago grew too tired to thrash, to try to get away. He’s thoroughly stuck in his chains, hanging from the ceiling by his wrists, feet stuck to the ground. Light pours in from every direction. Even with his eyes shut he can still see the light. He just wants it to end. He has the power to make it stop, he can distantly remember. He just has to… has to… to do something. Something he doesn’t want to do. But it can’t be worse than all the light and the heat it brings with it. Can it? But yes, yes it is. It has to be. Because otherwise he would have given in already. He knows he would have.
The door creaks open and he flinches back violently. His wrists protest the movement but he doesn’t care. The door means pain. It means food and water sometimes to but it always means pain. A hand comes, running through his short hair. They have to keep his hair short. Can’t let it block out the light. He whimpers feebly but doesn’t dare draw away. He knows very well what will happen if he does that. “Open your eyes,” comes the hiss in his ear. He shutters violently before slowly doing as he’s told.
Light. Too much light. It floods his senses and he desperately moves his eyes to the darkest thing in the room, the other man’s face. He does it on purpose, wearing the reflective white. He has to look at his face. He doesn’t really have a choice. Because not opening his eyes only leads to more pain and he cannot take more. “You look terrible,” the man says, running a hand through his beard now. He can have that of course. It doesn’t block the light.
“Please Michael,” he hears his own voice. It’s shaky and he sounds terrified he knows. But there’s a confidence there to that he doesn’t feel in the slightest. He doesn’t know how he got it. He does know that it makes his captor angry. There’s that glint there that makes him want to cringe back. But that strong him is somehow in control still and he doesn’t fight it, doesn’t cringe.
“Don’t act like you’re the victim here.” It’s a gentle tone of voice and the hand that is now cupping his face is gentle as well. But the eyes are hard as stone. He wants to move back, get away. He wants to just whimper and beg to be left alone. Instead he laughs, a cold humorless laugh.
“Oh no,” he agrees sarcastically. Sarcasm? Where is that coming from? “God forbid you call the man you’ve chained and tortured a victim.”
“You did this to yourself,” Michael says sadly, moving back. He thinks himself righteous. He thinks he’s enacting justice. It all just wants to make him throw up.
“Then why do you even put up with me still?” And for a tense moment all Michael does is stare. And then he does what he never has before. He turns away. “Michael?” he questions then, sounding like a desperate little boy now because he knows. He knows what’s coming but he just doesn’t want to believe it. He hadn’t thought it would come to this. He’d thought they would have already done it by now. He never believed Michael would be able to just…
“I’m not,” his captor says, turning his back. The light encroaches as he steps away. Light, too much light. “Your execution is this evening.”
“Michael!” The door slams. Normally that brings him relief. Now he sobs and sobs as the light threatens to destroy him. The light and the knowledge. Too much.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 2, 2016 5:32:39 GMT -8
Stone still William watched the flames dying down, the half-destroyed toy lokomotive in his hands. Only now he really realized, this was probably the end for his shop. Even though not everything has burnt up, he didn't have the money to restore the building. And so he watched his oeuvre crumble...
"...with me. Mister?" An unknown voice, sounding like an echo, made him turn around very slowly. "You hear me?" "Yes... I'm.. I'm okay.", William answered very quite, his own voice sounding somehow unfamiliar to him. Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away. William made no move to resist, even though he didn't have a look at the hospital sign on the man's jacket. All noises around him were sounding like from far away, whereas all the eyes, looking at him, were way too close, staring. Suddenly William thought to recognize Ben, the four years old boy, who was the owner of the little lokomotive. Just as he wanted to turn to him to assure him, his toy was safe, the boy was gone. With a confused look William stood there some seconds longer, before the ambulanceman pushed him forward again. The whole way to the ambulance he didn't let go of the toy in his hands. He even didn't realize the fireman, who had risked his life for it, was with him in the car, still unconscious, but alive.
**The ambulance, William and Moe within, leaves to General Hospital**
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 10, 2017 17:46:49 GMT -8
Several hours pass and it is now the evening after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 5, 2018 21:14:25 GMT -8
The night passes and it is now Tuesday morning,
two days after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 19, 2018 22:55:37 GMT -8
***Gabriella enters from Main Street Outside of Shops and Diner***
Gabriella had taken large, determined strides and had reached William's shop in great time. It was still well before noon but she needed to busy herself. She let herself in and propped the door open to air out the place. There was still the strong odor of the fire lingering but once they removed and replaced the badly charred pieces of structure and furniture, it would improve immensely.
Gabriella pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she walked around and decided on what she'd do first. Needing to work out the rest of her anger and frustration to regain her feeling of control, she put on a pair of protective goggles and grabbed a sledgehammer, then began attacking a charred, non-loadbearing wall with satisfying, forceful swings.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jul 6, 2018 1:26:35 GMT -8
Kitt had gone home and changed into an old slightly small shirt that he didn't care if it got messed up during any kind of renovation work and turned up at the toy store eager to help out. Upon his arrival he saw that someone was already here and was going to town on a wall with a sledge hammer, if anything he knew he was in the right place. Kitt waited until she was between swings before walking towards her lest he become a new target.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side."
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Post by Ariel on Jul 8, 2018 21:35:37 GMT -8
With caution, Belinda stepped over the debris as she headed through what was William's happy little shop. She had heard the news through William himself at the hospital, but the sight itself was down right heart wrenching. Ever since last night's encounter with her friend, she couldn't help but to think about how in the world she can help him. Somehow, there had to be a way. After a night of tossing and turning and a tired coffee run to Granny's, there she had discovered the help wanted sign. Belinda took it as a sign, and she was here willing to help in anyway she can.
Two others had already arrived to the scene before Belinda, one of them already hammering away at the debris. Safety goggles on, Belinda slid on a pair of gloves before spotting a wheelbarrow. She grabbed both of its handles before wheeling it over to the other two helpers. "Poor Will, I can't imagine how he must be feeling," Belinda spoke to the woman who was hammering, "Do they know what happened ? How the fire started?" Belinda asked as she picked up the broken pieces of debris and placed them in the wheelbarrow.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 9, 2018 22:28:44 GMT -8
Only a couple swings in and Gabriella was feeling much better. She paused to examine her work and felt a presence a moment before the presence spoke.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side."
Gabriella turned and smirked, secretly amused more than could be intended by that statement. "I wouldn't wish my bad side on anyone," she quipped. Though it was meant as a joke, a part of her truly meant it. Gabriella relaxed, placing the heavy hammer-side down and rested her arm on the handle of the sledgehammer. She pushed the safety goggles up onto her head and took in the muscled physique of the first volunteer. "You look like you could make fast work knocking this down. Did you want to take over?" she offered, adding with enticement, "It's very therapeutic."
Gabriella heard another volunteer join them, already picking up debris and placing it in a wheelbarrow as she walked over.
"Poor Will, I can't imagine how he must be feeling," "Do they know what happened ? How the fire started?
"Actually, I don't know." She hadn't even thought about that and wasn't usually hanging around town to hear gossip. Now she found herself curious about the circumstances but didn't dwell on it since she figured the fire would definitely come up in topic amongst the volunteers and would no doubt reach her ears.
Gabriella removed her work gloves and rested them on top of the sledgehammer handle. "I'm Gabriella," she said, offering a hand to Belinda first. Perhaps a bit formal but she was rusty with social niceties. "I believe I've seen you around the hospital?" Returned friendly smiles in passing but Gabriella didn't recall them actually exchanging words as she usually rushed around in a withdrawn haze. "But I don't believe we've crossed paths," she said, offering her hand to the man next. She was pretty sure they hadn't. He was very noticeable.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Jul 12, 2018 0:21:32 GMT -8
"But I don't believe we've crossed paths,"
Kitt took her hand firmly shaking it.
"Kitt Walker, you probably just miss me around. I do a lot of work with the kids after school so I can keep odd hours. As for taking over I'm here to do whatever I can to help get this place as good as new, at least Willy is going to pull through that is the main thing."
Kitt took the sledgehammer in one hand testing out its balance. He enjoyed working with his hands its partly one the treehouses around his cabin expanded the way they did besides the whole it just seemed right thing.
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Post by Ariel on Jul 13, 2018 7:48:10 GMT -8
"Name's Belinda," Belinda introduced herself, "And happy to meet the acquaintance of you both, despite the unfortunate circumstances for our mutual friend," Belinda let a slight sigh of sadness escape. Frowning, she looked upon the burned down facility for a brief more moments before returning to her self delegated task. "I wish there was much more we could do to help Will. I payed him a visit last night on my rounds. Poor fellow, though even in the darkest situations he does tend to find some patches of light," Belinda remarked rather admirably, as she looked up to the incredible emotional strength of her friend who lost it all.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 14, 2018 18:10:39 GMT -8
Gabriella shook Kitt's hand, nodding with agreement in regards to William's wellbeing. She was glad that he'd be taking over the knocking down of the wall. Gabriella had worked out her anger and at this point, would only tire herself out far too quickly. The long day of labor had just begun.
"Thanks," she said as he already had the sledgehammer in hand, then turned her attention toward Belinda as she made her introduction.
Again, Gabriella nodded her agreement. "He is incredibly kind, concerning himself over me when he's the patient." Gabriella looked around the shop, shaking her head at what had happened to the place. "He's the last person who deserves to go through anything like this." 'Now if it had been Mr. Gold's shop...' she thought dryly out of spite.
"Cleaning this place up will be a big help," she reassured Belinda. "It's not only his business, it's his home. He'll have a place to return to after he's released from his doctor-ordered mandatory stay, which may or may not be extended passed necessity." A mischievous smile played at the corner of her lips.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Aug 20, 2018 1:56:45 GMT -8
"Cleaning this place up will be a big help,""It's not only his business, it's his home. He'll have a place to return to after he's released from his doctor-ordered mandatory stay, which may or may not be extended passed necessity."
Kitt smashed a whole in the wall beginning to pull the pieces away and inspecting the frame.
"Well if most of what is left looks like this we will at the very least have a pretty solid skeleton to work from. Well in parts anyway."
While Kitt wasn't exactly a master carpenter he had learned a thing or three from building his own tree houses near his cabin. This may have been a bit bigger than what he was used too but the fundamentals seemed the same only upscaled.
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Post by Ariel on Sept 8, 2018 10:58:28 GMT -8
"Cleaning this place up will be a big help,""It's not only his business, it's his home. He'll have a place to return to after he's released from his doctor-ordered mandatory stay, which may or may not be extended passed necessity."
"Well if most of what is left looks like this we will at the very least have a pretty solid skeleton to work from. Well in parts anyway."
Belinda peered around at the mess which one would no longer call much of a home. She sighed deeply, as the three of them chipping away at burnt wood and drywall wouldn't suffice and she knew it. They needed help if the goal was to have the place rebuilt before William's hospital release. Two things would make this project a lot easier for them to help out their dear friend and that was money and materials. They needed a sponsor.
Slightly gasping as the lightbulb in her head turned on, Belinda grinned as she placed down her wheelbarrow, "I've got to make a quick call...I shall be back in a jiffy!" Making the announcement to her new acquaintances, Belinda stepped towards the sidewalk as she pulled off her gloves and dusted her hands off before retrieving her mobile phone from her pocket. Gossip tended to travel rapidly through their little town, and Belinda had overheard some tea about a certain figurehead of Storybrooke that was in a bit of a social image pickle. Someone who could change things around for the better. It wasn't hard for Belinda to find a contact number for the elitist as she dialed the number away.
"Yes?!..." The male voice protruded a fairly unwelcoming tone through the phone, but Belinda was persistent.
"Hello, Mr. Lorne. My name is Belinda Goodall. You don't know me, but I know about you. And from what I hear, you need some help getting your life back. I'd like to make a proposition..."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 18, 2018 19:59:01 GMT -8
"Well if most of what is left looks like this we will at the very least have a pretty solid skeleton to work from. Well in parts anyway."
Gabriella's expertise wasn't in construction but she applied what parts of her scientific and medical expertise that figured similarly to her own assessment. Her medical expertise kicked in first. Strong and healthy skeletal system. The fire, like a virus, had eaten away at some of the furnishings but had been squelched with an antidote of water and fire retardant before too much damage was done. Unfortunately, the structure didn't have the capability of healing itself. "I think you're right," she agreed. "We can make a list of what we'll need as we go along but it's hard to know what all we may need until we have the place cleaned up and the rubble cleared out."
"I've got to make a quick call...I shall be back in a jiffy!"
Gabriella acknowledged Belinda's statement with a distracted nod as she began to take a scientific look. There was some water damage but it appeared most of the water had dried up, thanks to the broken storefront window that had allowed airflow. She made a mental note to have an expert come out to make sure there wouldn't be problems down the line with mold.
"It might be a good idea to rid any lingering moister in the walls. I wonder if we can get our hands on a couple of good sized fans." Gabriella quickly added it to her list of items needed. She dropped her phone back into her back pocket then started to gather the debris from the wall Kitt was gutting into the wheelbarrow.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 29, 2018 7:55:02 GMT -8
Lily stood just outside of the toy store, nervously chewing at her bottom lip as she gazed through the open door. 'Dr. Hopper is right. This will be good for you,' her inner voice chided her softly. Lily knew that it was right and that if she didn't get out there and face her fears, she would never be able to overcome them. But her racing heart couldn't help but wish that Errol was with her.
He had accompanied her to her session with Archie that morning and had even walked with her most of the way to the toy shop. But as Archie had said, she needed to try this on her own and so the charming rogue had left her at the corner with the promise that he was only a phone call away. That had been at least a half hour ago. Lily spent the interim inconspicuously walking back and forth between the corner and the store, trying to work up the courage to go inside. She didn't feel any more courageous now than she had thirty minutes ago. If anything, she felt more nervous. Maybe she should just go home and try again tomorrow...
Then she caught a glance of the flier gripped in her hand. The flier that Archie had given her. William Robinson has been a kind and giving member of the community. Looking for volunteers who would like to show the same kind and giving spirit...
She did. She really did. And with that thought firmly planted in her mind, Lily walked through the door.
"E-excuse me. I saw your flier and...well, I'd like to help."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 29, 2018 13:13:20 GMT -8
Will the noise of Kitt breaking down the wall, Gabriella hadn't heard footsteps. A soft voice spoke up when Kitt paused before swinging again.
"E-excuse me. I saw your flier and...well, I'd like to help."
Gabriella turned toward the voice as she stood with another armful of debris. The voice matched the kind yet skittish expression of the young lady. A bit rusty with her socializing skills, Gabriella reminded herself to drop the distant, withdrawn look and smiled, hoping it would ease their newest volunteer. "We'd love your help," Gabriella assured, dropping the debris into the wheelbarrow before motioning the young lady to follow her to the other side of the room where they could hear over the sledgehammer.
"There's so much that needs to be done. It's hard to decide where to jump in next," she said, her eyes scanning the toy store once again. Matching people up to what they'd most excel in would be the most beneficial. As would not assigning people tasks they have a particular dislike for. Best to avoid the possibility of whatever help they could get bowing out. "Do you have any particular skills or expertise? Or certain types of tasks you like more than others?" she asked when her attention returned to the young lady.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 30, 2018 11:32:26 GMT -8
"We'd love your help,"
Lily visibly relaxed when the woman flashed her a smile, enough to respond with one of her own. So far, so good. Taking her cue from the woman, Lily followed her across the room and away from where the young man making quick, but loud, work of a charred wall. As they walked, Lily took the opportunity to look around. The store really did seem like a Wonderworld. It was a shame that something so terrible could happen to such a beautiful place. And to such a kind person, if the flier was to be believed.
"There's so much that needs to be done. It's hard to decide where to jump in next," "Do you have any particular skills or expertise? Or certain types of tasks you like more than others?"
"Oh, uh..." Lily was caught off guard by the question. She had figured that they would have some sort of list of tasks that they would just assign. But before her mind could tailspin into a mixture of panic and word vomit, she took a deep, calming breath. In through the nose, hold, and out through the mouth. You got this.
"I'm an artist," Lily replied softly, "Though by the look of things, there is much to be done before that will be of any use." Her fingers brushed across a damp shelf that seemed to have taken the brunt force of a fireman's hose. A group of soggy stuffed bears still resided there, their expressions somehow seeming very sad underneath the mixture of dissipated foam and water. Quickly leaving that train of thought, she turned her attention back to the woman. "I am a quick study though and happy to help in anyway that you need me to."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 30, 2018 12:49:58 GMT -8
"I'm an artist,"
That peaked Gabriella's interest and as their new volunteer continued, Gabriella found herself looking around the place anew, imagining now the possibility of not only fixing the place up, but making it even better than before.
"Though by the look of things, there is much to be done before that will be of any use." "I am a quick study though and happy to help in anyway that you need me to."
Eyes still roaming the place, Gabriella said, "I'm afraid my artistic skills begin and end at giving the walls a fresh coat of paint." Her attention returned to the new girl and she smiled. "But if we can finish fixing this place up quickly enough and you're still up for it, we'll get you some paints and supplies and the walls can be your canvas. In the meantime--" Gabriella broke off, about to input the girl's name but realized she hadn't gotten it. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. A bit rusty as I don't get out much," she quickly added as an excuse. "I'm Gabriella. Our muscle over there is Kitt," she gestured toward the man swinging the sledgehammer, "and we have one other volunteer so far, Belinda. She stepped out to make a quick call."
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Post by Ariel on Sept 30, 2018 13:12:43 GMT -8
"...I suppose I have some connections that could lend a hand...but I would very much like to discuss these matters in detail. Meet me at my office in thirty minutes, can do you that?...Very well."
"Yes, I can do that. Thank you Mr. Lorne, you will not regret this!" Bringing the top of her phone to a close, Belinda grinned from ear to ear as she held the phone tightly against her chest. Excited that she was on to some much needed help for their friend William, Belinda returned to the group that seemed to have grown slightly larger in her few minute absence.
"I believe I've got us a sponsor for some supplies! But he wishes to meet with me now to further discuss what we will need. If we can score this deal, this could be the end of our worries!" Belinda wished she could stay longer to help on the front lines, yet the background work was just as important. And being a people person, Belinda felt that she was the best one for this particular task. "It was lovely to meet you all, I will be back!" Cheerfully waving, Belinda made her exit to try and persuade the toughest business man in town.
***Belinda exits to Overlord Real Estate Agency***
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