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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 14, 2014 12:39:00 GMT -8
Gabriella stared at him, dumbfounded. She'd never encountered someone so... evil. The way he spoke. The way he carried himself. His eyes. Everything radiated such a sinister quality that it was a wonder she hadn't gotten a hint of it until now. Oh, I like him, rang in her mind, the tone showing that Elle was fully impressed without a hint of sarcasm.
She scowled. "You've been playing me since the moment I first walked into your little store," she said angrily. "You have my attention so let's not waste anymore time on games. I'm willing to make a deal," she said, determined to get something out of this.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 20, 2014 14:05:53 GMT -8
Mr. Gold enjoyed the way Gabriella was looking at him. Enjoyed the readable thoughts on her face. He wanted to fully melt the moment on his tongue. The moment, which made her realize that she had to do what he wants.
"You've been playing me since the moment I first walked into your little store,"
The smile was still laying on his lips. It was a rhetorical question anyway.
"You have my attention so let's not waste anymore time on games. I'm willing to make a deal,"
Inwardly he was clapping his hands. There still was the coltish imp inside, which was pleased about every single deal it made. But instead of letting out that joy, Mr. Gold stayed calm, with an almost reputable smile on his lips. "Very well.", he lastly answered in a tone, as if all the recent occurrences hadn't happened. "You're already acquainted with the terms of it, aren't you?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 27, 2014 16:17:30 GMT -8
"The basics. You want me to bring you whatever we find. Fine," she said with a wave of her hand, "but I have a partner. I can't just come skipping in here with our finds and go back empty handed. I'll need his half of the worth of anything we find in cash to hand over to him if you expect this to work. And as for my part of the deal? Not only do I want you to reverse whatever it is you did but I want to know everything you know about my condition."
Still fueled by the anger of being manipulated and at the way he remained cool and composed, she leaned forward in a menacing manner, pointedly jabbing her finger on the counter with each item she listed. "I want you to reverse what you did. I want to know if there's a cure to completely rid myself of her. And I want to know how you even know about this in the first place."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 27, 2014 17:00:31 GMT -8
The smile was still lasting on Mr. Gold's face. It was almost dainty, how she tried to get some control, even if she innerly knew that it was fully in his hands. In addition, the fact, that she and this blighter of a would-be pirate will be his runarounds one more time, amused him even more.
"You need some alms for your partner?", he repeated with a shrug of his shoulders, staying unimpressed about Gabriella's menacing manner. "Sure." As if gold would ever be a problem for him, even here in Storybrooke. Regina was forced to let him have it in abundance after unleash the curse anyway. "And as for your part of the deal" Mr. Gold was leaning closer again. This was a game, they both seemed like to play. Mr. Gold let follow a short pause, giving her a smile, and instead of further discussing only said: "I agree with it, dearie."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 27, 2014 19:09:49 GMT -8
Just like that. She eyed him, the fight slowly going out of her. Even if she didn't believe him, even if he was lying, it wasn't as if she could do something about it. He held all the cards and until she could form a decent hand of her own, she had to play by his rules.
"Fine then. We have a deal. My partner and I already have plans to sail out tomorrow. I have my doubts we'll find treasures that just happen to be lying about in our own backyard but I'll report back either way." She started for the door and paused, turning back. She really did have her doubts about finding anything. "But if there is nothing to be found, how long do you expect this to go on until you are satisfied with your end of the deal?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 27, 2014 19:33:52 GMT -8
Doubts... of course she had doubts. She always had. Science... will those people ever see how blind they are? How fatigable. Mr. Gold decided to not dicuss with her any longer. It was senseless anyway. When her head turned around one last time, he really had to suppress an eye-rolling.
"But if there is nothing to be found, how long do you expect this to go on until you are satisfied with your end of the deal?"
"There will be something to be found.", Mr. Gold replied shortly. "Good afternoon, Miss Stevenson.", he then lastly ended their conversation in a tone, which told her, that he was finish with her for now. That he had given her all the information, he was willing to give, and not more. To underline the meaning of his words, he raised a hand for waving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 27, 2014 20:58:19 GMT -8
"There will be something to be found."
God, was he ever not so annoyingly sure of himself? She almost wished she'd find nothing just to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.
"Good afternoon, Miss Stevenson."
And just like that, he dismissed her. As she walked out the door, she was tempted to return his wave. With one finger.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 28, 2015 14:41:38 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 Jun 11, 2016 3:00:15 GMT -8
**Mr. Gold enters from Main Street**
Back at his shop Mr. Gold threw a glance at a vacant position in one of the cabinets. It bothered him, that someone managed to steal from him. But if that thief was foolish enough to believe he would get off so easy, he was more than wrong...
Gold wandered in the counter's direction. There he took place in a chair for a moment, leaning his cane next to him. At this early hour usually no one came in here anyway. He sighed. Within his thoughts he had to remember that fresh conversation with the young man in the diner this morning. A relaxed smile lay on his lips. What an unusual morning overall... "Welcome to Storybrooke, Emma.", he whispered to himself, a chuckle following.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 19, 2016 19:37:56 GMT -8
**Christian and Callie enter from Storybooke Main Street**
Christian swept through the door behind Callie, letting his grip on it slip as his free hand fell to his side. He took a moment to let his eyes adjust. It was very dark in the pawnbrokers shop. The windows where drawn tight save for the two on either side of the door. "Well well. It appears we are alone? Then allow me to give you the tour!" The young man began to gesture to objects both large and small in stature and desire. He did not want to break away from Callie's touch just yet he thought with a smirk, so he continued his speech out loud.
As they neared the far end of the shop near the counter that was when he saw it. A man? Someone was seated behind off in the corner. Fry could see the rise and fall of the his shoulders. Definitely not part of the decor. Clearing his throat he ceased his rambling and stammered just a bit. He had thought he heard someone mutter something upon their entrance but had foolishly dismissed it. "I'm sorry sir I didn't see you back there. I hope it's not too early for a look around the store?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 1, 2017 0:34:46 GMT -8
Callie silently giggled as Christian pulled her through the shop, pointing out objects and giving completely outlandish explanations of them. She was so enthralled by her companion that she did not at all notice the man behind the counter. Not until Christian abruptly stopped, calling her attention to him. "I'm sorry sir I didn't see you back there. I hope it's not too early for a look around the store?"
Callie's face flushed, not for the first time that day but for an entirely different reason, and she clung a little more tightly to Christian's hand. It would be a lie to say that Mr. Gold didn't freak her out a little. One man with as much power as he had...
Unable to speak to him and unsure if he would understand her signs, Callie remained silent and waited for the man to acknowledge them.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 27, 2017 13:51:44 GMT -8
The ring of the shop's door bell jolted him out of his daydreams. Ah, customers. Mr. Gold remained in the shadow behind the counter though and just watched the young couple walking around the shop, obviously thinking they were alone and that this was kind of a museum. As they neared the counter, the young man abruptly stopped the guided tour. Smirking Mr. Gold watched him visibly getting nervous.
"I'm sorry sir I didn't see you back there. I hope it's not too early for a look around the store?"
"Of course not!", he then replied with a smile to both of them, while he got out of the armchair in the back of his shop to approach them. "I'm impressed by your guide, Miss.", he addressed to Callie at last, and then back to her male companion. "But there is so much more to tell about all these things. Every object has its very own story, you know." Mr. Gold made a sweeping gesture around the showcases.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on May 13, 2017 19:24:51 GMT -8
Christian wasn't sure if the man, Mr. Gold, was being serious or if he was taunting him. It was a fine line that made him extremely uncomfortable. He watched as the man slowly made his way down the counter, his face becoming obscured by displays only to reappear with that same look of amusement still present.
His hands swept the entirety of the store and as he finished his own little tour, his show came to rest on a particular item resting on the glass top. A seashell. The young man's attention was suddenly fixed on it. Such a simple item yet it just called out to him. He had seen more than his fair share of them but this one seemed different. It had meant something to someone, enough that it had been traded here as collateral or to pay a debt. And the fact that Gold had accepted... that was saying something. "What's that little guys story? If you don't mind my asking," Fry added quickly.
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Post by Storyteller on May 13, 2017 20:21:38 GMT -8
Callie breathed a sigh of relief that Mr. Gold did not seem at all put off by the young couple's...zeal.
"I'm impressed by your guide, Miss."
She was too. But with no way to tell him that, Callie just smiled broadly first at Christian and then back at Mr. Gold. It felt strange, being somewhat informal with the man. Callie felt herself drawn in as he continued speaking.
"But there is so much more to tell about all these things. Every object has its very own story, you know."
That shell...
Her eyes fixed onto it as the sounds of the shop faded away. Then, quietly at first, a clear voice began to sing. A sweet, haunting melody. The voice had a keen sound of sadness throughout it. What had made the singer so sad?
Callie's heart ached to hear it.
As suddenly as it started, it was gone. Callie dully noted the sound of Christian's voice speaking next to her. What was that? Had it really happened? She tore her eyes away from the shell, looking back at the shop owner for any indication that he may have heard what she'd heard.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 15, 2017 11:56:51 GMT -8
Of course Mr. Gold noticed the sudden fascination in the young man's eyes, when he came to detect one interesting object indeed. Interesting it was him who seemed to be fascinated by it at first. No, he was wrong with that actually. One look in the woman's direction told him. Of course she was literally charmed by that sea shell. Sometimes it seemed like the magic still was within these objects. Like magic was actually here. Here in Storybrooke, even though he knew it wasn't. Not yet.
Mr. Gold somehow was fascinated by the woman's sudden absent-mindedness. Was she really hearing...
"What's that little guys story? If you don't mind my asking,"
The man's voice broke the silence. The splinter of magic that just had happened. Mr. Gold's eyes still were laying on his mute company, which was why her sudden asking eyes met with his. He gave her a smile, not obvious if that had to mean anything though.
Eventually he turned his attention to Fry. "Oh that one?", he acted like just now had noticed the object of their interest. "That story is quite interesting indeed. Well, if you believe in other beings... just like..." He let a mysterious pause following his words, in which he threw another uninterpretable look in the woman's direction. "... mermaids."
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 16, 2017 0:18:08 GMT -8
"... mermaids."
Callie's mouth automatically opened to breathlessly repeat the word but, of course, no word came out. It was an odd reaction for a woman who could never remember speaking a word in her entire life. But even more puzzling was the vague but meaningful looks that Gold kept sending in her direction. As if he knew something she didn't...something she should know. It was disconcerting. And that singing...had he heard it too?
What if he hadn't? She couldn't just ask. She would look like a lunatic. Clinging a little closer to Christian, she diverted her eyes from the shop owner and found them being drawn back to the shell, hoping that Gold would expand on its story.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jul 16, 2017 19:29:58 GMT -8
The 'conversation' bounced back and forth with knowing glances that Christian had noticed but pretended not too. He was not interested in Gold elaborating on what he was getting at. But the young man did take an interest in Callie as she seemed to be trying to speak. He furrowed his brow. "What's wrong? If you want to get out of here I'll make a distraction. You save yourself." he signed with a sense of mirth.
He wasn't sure if she had noticed him at all so his attention went back to the shell. Now the shop keeper was talking about mermaids. So this shell had a fun mythology to it. He reached for it slowly. "May I see it?" He was going to hand it to Callie so she could have a better look but wanted to make sure a cage wasn't going to drop from the ceiling onto him if he touched it without permission.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Aug 6, 2017 9:32:44 GMT -8
This time Gold didn't show another smile at Mrs. Murphy's direction. He knew something and she'd noticed he did. There was no need in confusing her more. Even though this was kind of an amusing game he was playing with the townsfolk at times. The most fun it was with Regina - the mayoress.
Gold threw a barely noticeable look at her companion's signing. He had to chuckle inwardly. Saving oneself out of his shop? Sounded more like they'd be in a dragon's cavern. Not revealing his talent in using sign language Gold turned his attention back to the shell as well.
"May I see it?"
Mr. Gold smiled, stretching one hand out for an inviting gesture. "You may."
While Christian reached for the shell to hand it out to Calliope, Gold continued with its story. "Once upon a time, in a splendid palace on the bed of the bluest ocean...", he started, directly speaking at Christian, but with a look at his companion out from the corner of his eyes. He noticed the fascination in her eyes, seemingly hanging on his every word, as he suddenly paused.
"Well, I'm not able to recite this little story word by word, but what I can tell you is that it's said the voice of a mermaid lives within this shell." Gold pointed at the item in the mute girl's hands.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 3, 2017 11:12:05 GMT -8
Christian watched as Callie held the shell he had placed in her hands. It was hard picking that up under Gold's watchful gaze so it had stopped his heart when he had received a shock as Callie's hands and his had met. Thankfully they had not dropped it he thought with relief. But not because of the man across from them, he would have been devastated if it had broken because he could see how much she seemed to like the little shell.
Guys were always wondering what to get their girl friends, or their wives. Moments like this could not be passed up so the young man jumped on the opportunity without even thinking. "How much?" And as he realized what he was saying his had turned to face Gold straight on. Fry swallowed a bit as he hoped now that the pawnbroker wasn't going to throw a number at him he couldn't afford. It was a shell but he still wouldn't be surprised if he wanted a hundred for it.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 4, 2017 9:58:29 GMT -8
"How much?"
Mr. Gold smiled for one long moment, before he wordless used his cane to tap at the wooden sign above the door. It was the sign saying Mr. Gold Pawnbroker & Antiquities Dealer.
"I don't mean to disappoint you, but I'm afraid that's not the way how it works." Gold put his head askew and especially watched the young lady in his company. "But I'm sure we could find a way to make it work." He wasn't interested in money. He had enough of that. Would they have something for his interest, he wondered. He didn't need the shell, but why wouldn't he make use of it to make another deal. Because deals were of great interest to him.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 11, 2017 3:24:44 GMT -8
For a few more moments of awkwardness laying in the air, Mr. Gold watched his customers, before he decided to raise a word again, this time more quietly and directly to Mr. Fry. "You probably don't want to discuss this in front of the lady, do you?", he said with a slight grin, as he leaned forward to him, not even bothering about the fact that the lady was actually standing right next to them and maybe wasn't able to speak but to hear for sure.
After another moment of not making quite a secret of his inner joy, Gold leaned back again. "Come back later, and we'll work something out." A friendly smile was playing around his lips, before he, pointing at the shell in Calliope's hand, added: "So for now... this is a pawn. You better take care of it." The smile grew.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Nov 20, 2017 6:38:09 GMT -8
Christian suddenly felt as if a thousand creepy crawly insects had invaded his clothing and he needed to take a shower. It was an awful feeling that then proceeded to sink into his gut and made him nauseous... He had heard stories but was this what it was like to make a 'deal' with Mr. Gold? He had no words, nothing flowery or witty at least. "Su-sure, thanks!" he stammered and as Gold leaned back, the young man was only too happy to break eye contact and the tension that had taken hold of the moment started to pass.
It was worth it when he saw Callie's face again. Christian reached out with both his hands and gently closed her fingers over the shell in her palm. He started to find his strength again and turned one last time to the shops owner. "Don't worry sir, it will be more than safe. I'll be back later." He then nodded at his companion next to him and gestured towards the door.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 10, 2017 18:00:08 GMT -8
Several hours pass and it is now the evening after the clock started moving.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 9, 2018 11:49:58 GMT -8
While Mr. Gold was undusting some of his stock, in his opinion not getting the proper attention considering their value, may it because they looked kind of plain or may it that they just haven't been seen by the right eye yet, he recalled the first half of the day. A day, by far not as usual as the past days had been. That meant here in Storybrooke.
When he was about to take care of one really special item, he remembered himself that he had just given it away. One of those with a lot more value one might think. But then, every item had its story, and he was the one knowing all of them. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips, as he replaced one of them back upon the glass shelve next to him, starting to make another one shine in a new splendor.
Eventually, he watched the clock on top of one of the higher boards, its shape oddly looking like it could have been the shape of an actual person, as it did every single cogwheel on it. Now that was strange, wasn't it?, so he thought to himself with a knowing smile. Knowing that nothing in this store was as strange or as usual as it seemed.
Anyways, it was already nearly 8 o'clock. About time to close. Mr. Gold took his cane and walked over to the entrance door, ready to turn the welcome sign.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 11, 2018 0:53:49 GMT -8
***Gabriella enters from Michael Richards' Houseboat***
Gabriella had the box tucked under one arm as she rushed to Mr. Gold's shop. She was checking the screen of her phone for the time, hoping she'd made it before closing when she'd arrived at the door and looked up, finding herself staring through the glass right into the face of the man who, before this day, she hadn't had the misfortune of crossing paths with.
The streetlights cast his skin in a yellow-orange glow befitting his last name and for split second, it appeared the shift in shadows lent a scale-like texture to the mix. It was gone and forgotten as fast as it had appeared. Like the whisper of a forgotten memory that just escaped your grasp. She had a vague recollection of it happening earlier but once again, it was pulled away in a purple haze.
It only took her a second to overcome the surprise of the sudden face-to-face but that very face immediately flooded her with the anger and frustration she'd felt when last she'd seen him. Gabriella schooled her features into a stony, unreadable expression that showed only a hint of indignation.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 4, 2018 13:35:48 GMT -8
Mr. Gold was just about to close the door, the welcome sign already turned to closed, when suddenly a face appeared in the glass, staring straight back at him. Other than his counterpart behind the door's little window he wasn't that much surprised though. In fact, he was quite impressed to meet her again all too soon.
A friendly smile appeared on the shopowner's face, as he opened the door, without turning the closed sign again. This conversation most certainly was going to be private anyway.
"Miss Stevenson.", Mr. Gold greeted, smiling her in. "An unexpected pleasure at a late hour at that."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 10, 2018 13:05:21 GMT -8
She answered his welcoming smile and warm greeting with a weary look.
"Mr. Gold," she answered all businesslike as she stepped in and moved to the counter, placing down the box. "This is all I could find," she said, sweeping a hand over the box. "I'm actually surprised we even found anything at all."
She glanced down into the box, a collection of what appeared to be random knickknacks and junk that didn't seem to have a rhyme or reason for having been where they'd found them or even things that seemed like they were from the same areas or people.
"So are we done now with whatever this is?" she asked with a gesture between herself and Gold, keeping her tone businesslike serious and avoiding looking hopeful that her "job" was complete.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 11, 2018 12:01:21 GMT -8
"Mr. Gold," The smile still remaining on his face, he closed the door once Miss Stevenson had stepped in, straight heading towards the counter. With his handicap, it took the shopowner a little longer to bear her company there.
"This is all I could find,""I'm actually surprised we even found anything at all." At that Mr. Gold's interest was awakened. He had a curious look over the woman's shoulder before she revealed the object she had just placed on the counter. A box looking kind of usual. After a short moment of bandying looks, Mr. Gold stepped closer to have a look inside.
"So are we done now with whatever this is?", Gabriella's voice was sounding from behind, while he let his eyes fly over the collection of worthless junk. Maybe not worthless everything, but his item of interest wasn't among it. Of course not. The sparkle in his eyes died down all of a sudden. How could he have awaited a nurse and a boozy scapegrace find for what he was searching for years?
"We're not.", he suddenly gave a laconic answer, as he turned around with a stern look. "You can keep that stuff. There's nothing of my interest in it." And with these words Mr. Gold already turned his attention away from her, pottering at making the shop close-ready instead. Miss Stevenson most probably would be able to find the door herself.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 11, 2018 16:06:47 GMT -8
Done with this nonsense as a whole, they may not have been but apparently Mr. Gold was done with her for the time being. But she was not done with him.
She felt a slight flair in her temper at his rude dismissal. "Well, you'll have to find interest in that stuff," she said matter of factly, gesturing toward the box before crossing her arms. "My ride and help thinks I have a deal to pawn everything we find. I need to keep up the appearance that there's incentive in all this for him."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Feb 11, 2018 17:13:28 GMT -8
**Christian enters from his home**
The sign said closed but he thought he heard something from the other side, and the lights were still lit. The door knob turned slowly, he wasn't in any hurry to see that man again but he was relieved when he did indeed hear voices coming from inside the shop. He wouldn't be alone with Mr. Gold. He shook his head as he pushed into the building, closing the door behind him. With a slight smile he wondered what he was afraid of, the guy stealing his soul?
Christian waited off to the side of the room near the bend in the counter. He did not want to interrupt the shop keeper and his customer. A young woman, he had not met her before in his travels. It only took a moment for him to realize however that despite having kept quite, his presence had interrupted something. The tension was as thick as a fog and he was very sorry he had been late, or come at all for that matter. Fry seriously considered leaving before he was engaged in conversation.
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