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Post by Medieval Kevin on Sept 14, 2019 20:27:26 GMT -8
Ken took the pat on his knee in stride and smiled. He downed his "medication" and took a long deep draught from the bottle of water. He knew a fair amount about the two women but it was always nice to get confirmation. He just listened intently about her grandmother's, plural, at the bakery and the woman Callie who would be covering for her. They must be busy people. Always on duty. Which meant the house would be abandoned a wonderfully convenient amount of time during the day. This day kept getting better and better. Time for more of his little birds to visit the house in the woods.
As Ken's mind started to wander it snapped back quickly to the book on the ground nearby as he caught sight of it again. Not even aware of where the conversation had evolved to he blurted out, "May I borrow that book by any chance?"
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 14, 2019 20:35:59 GMT -8
Allergies? Ruby skeptically raised an eyebrow. Allergies so intense he passes out and all he needs to do is take a pill? What was he even doing in the woods anyway? But before Ruby could voice her doubts, Charlie's credulous voice cut in. "Oh, you poor thing."
Oh no. Charlie couldn't actually be buying this... But she was. "I'll stay until you're feeling a hundred percent. Ruby?" "Would you mind knocking on the back door of the bakery and asking Callie to cover for me? If my aunts ask where I am, she can say... hmm..." "She can say I decided to run home to look through my recipe books to think up some new items for our menu. Yes, that sounds good."
The idea of leaving Charlie alone with Calloway sent a whole new wave of heebie jeebies tripping down the waitress' spine. It made her feel downright uncomfortable. So, ignoring Calloway's comment about Henry's book, Ruby jumped in, "We should probably get Mr. Calloway out of the woods. If there is something he is allergic to, it won't help him sitting around here in it."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Sept 15, 2019 10:38:15 GMT -8
"May I borrow that book by any chance?"
Charlie's shoulder's drooped and she looked crestfallen over not feeling like she could happily oblige since the object in question didn't belong to her. "Oh, I--" but she was saved from answering.
"We should probably get Mr. Calloway out of the woods. If there is something he is allergic to, it won't help him sitting around here in it."
"You're right," Charlie said with full realization, her cheeks pinkening with embarrassment and the whole thing about the book forgotten. "Silly me, I didn't even think--" She stuffed the book into her satchel and placed the strap over her shoulder as she scrambled to her feet, her head slightly lowered as she felt utterly foolish for suggesting he remain in the very place that had set off his really bad allergy attack. The rest of it, the blanket, the basket of food, she could come back for those later. What was important was getting Ken away from what had caused such a violent reaction.
She stood before Ken, offering him a hand up and spoke to them both. "I can help up to the back of the buildings. Could you two manage from there?" she asked, the fact that she felt bad about not helping further evident on her face.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Oct 5, 2019 10:51:59 GMT -8
Ken watched the book disappear back into her bag. Not another word was spoken about it. Fine, he wouldn't press. Charlie stood before him and offered him her hand. Calloway quickly wiped the disappointment off his face and smiled up at her. "Thank you very much, I suppose we should be moving. When never knows what's coming next. Can't be too careful."
"I can help up to the back of the buildings. Could you two manage from there?"
He scowled on the inside, being stuck alone with Ruby didn't appeal to him nearly as much as his current 'guardian'. But he would manage. He would just have to be more careful, she didn't seem to trust him. "We will be just fine, thank you" he said as he accepted her hand and lifted himself up from the blanket. "I'm already starting to feel more... myself." Ken couldn't remember who she said the book belonged too but he had gotten a familiar scent from the pages as he held it earlier. Books were good like that. And he knew that smell. Mayor Mills' homestead. He would have to have a little talk with Henry later.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 18, 2020 15:07:32 GMT -8
The rest of Tuesday passes uneventfully.
It is now Wednesday, October 26, 2011, early morning.
Three days after the clock started moving
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 2, 2022 20:57:20 GMT -8
The rest of Wednesday passes uneventfully.
It is now Thursday, October 27, 2011, early morning.
Four days after the clock started moving
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 7, 2023 0:22:34 GMT -8
Approximately nine hours later.
The early morning and afternoon have passed.
It is late afternoon of Thursday, October 27, 2011,
four days after the clock started moving.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Feb 19, 2023 1:39:56 GMT -8
Surrounding Storybrooke are woods.
Not a single bird chirpped nor a hare rustled a bush.
In the woods lays a clearing.
Sitting within the clearing sits a spinning wheel.
Not just a spinning wheel, the spinning wheel.
Before it stands a man, paper in hand the spinning wheel displayed in a picture.
The sun shines down causing shadows to run from him, escaping from the changes about to be made in the lives of Storybrookes inhabitants.
There was straw near the spinning wheel, the spindle sharpened and by all accounts it was sure to wake Sleeping Beauty up. It may not have been the easiest thing to set up in the middle of the woods but in this world where there was a will there was a way. The whole set up did feel a touch impersonal so to add a little flair on the stool sitting near the spinning wheel were two dice made from the teeth of some animal. They were rotted and broken, shades of grey and yellow, dots eteched within the sides denoting the numbers. This small touch of death made it all feel complete, a sign of fears to come.
Ken grinned wildly to himself as he spoke allowed, "The only thing to fear, is fear himself!"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 20, 2023 11:50:25 GMT -8
Several hours pass.
It is late evening of Thursday, October 27, 2011,
still four days after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 20, 2023 13:03:43 GMT -8
Charlie had stayed late at the bakery, prepping for the large catering order placed by Cora for the opening of the play. Her aunts had left several hours before, after she and Calli had convinced them that they would be just fine on their own and that they wouldn't open the door to anybody.
As they worked, Charlie had studied the libretto, with Calli pitching in here and there to feed her lines in her newly found voice. She'd been grinning as she walked through the woods toward home, recalling Calli's impressiveness over how quickly Charlie absorbed and recalled lines word for word, beaming over Calli's proclamation that she was made for the stage.
The last of the sun's rays had already been upon them when leaving, so Charlie had not taken her time to meander home and enjoy her surroundings as she usually did. She'd walked quickly, her dependency on the source lighting her way switching to moonlight when she wasn't yet halfway home.
A strange whispering began to surround her, slowing her steps as she took in the woods around her, trying to place which direction they'd been coming from. It pulled at her, the strange whisperings, beckoning her forward to a small clearing illuminated by the moonlight, where an object sitting on its own lured her to it in a hypnotic state.
Charlie felt herself moving forward, feeling as if she was floating toward it. It was a feeling she'd felt once before at Mr. Gold's shop, the same item, very much displaced in the wood's surroundings, powerfully drawing her in and absorbing all her attention. The trees and everything around her seemed to have vanished as the spinning wheel commanded all of her attention, a green glow beginning to radiate from the spinning wheel, the pendant on her necklace lighting up at the source of danger in that same green as it invisibly sent its location spell out of this realm and into another.
The closer she got to it, the stronger she fell under the hypnotic, magnetic pull. Nearly upon it, the silver spindle gleamed in the moonlight, beckoned for her touch. Her entire being wanted nothing more than to do so. Her arm slowly raised, her fingers reaching out, a momentary startle crossing her features over the stab of pain in her finger.
Darkness enveloped her as a green fog came flowing out of the spindle and surrounded her, dissipating as she fell lifelessly to the ground, permanently activating the invisible location spell that would lead its creator to the necklace.
*****
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 21, 2024 14:21:49 GMT -8
The rest of Thursday evening passes.
It is the dead of night, when most are asleep.
Friday, October 28, 2011 has newly just begun.
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