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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 11, 2020 12:34:44 GMT -8
"The biggest heart and the kids do love him. I hope I'm here to see the look on his face, it will be worth it."
"Either way, it definitely will be worth it," Mary Margaret agreed with a dreamy smile before she added more seriously: "It must have been horrifying to watch a fire destroying his home and especially his lifework. I heard that most of the toys in the shop he'd built himself." Her face changed into an expression of deep empathy that one almost could have thought it was her own grief. Others grief though always had been worse to her than her own. Her life was kind of alright. Nothing really to complain. On the other hand, she was good at downplaying this lonely feeling that would raise to the surface every now and then, like there was a gap in her heart that once was filled with togetherness.
"Well, I should hurry with this.", Mary Margaret suddenly said, first of all, to get rid of her own thoughts. "Gotta leave soon and would hate myself for having cleaned no more than a couple of brushes," she added chuckling.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Sept 13, 2020 17:33:50 GMT -8
"Well, I should hurry with this. Gotta leave soon and would hate myself for having cleaned no more than a couple of brushes," Scarlet smiled and shook her head.
"Every little bit helps, whatever you manage is good enough for us." Scarlet left Mary Margaret to finish up and she went to help her sisters. They would soon have this place fixed up and Willy would come home to a brand new shop. It wouldn't bring back the toys but they could be replaced, he could not.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Sept 19, 2020 17:27:59 GMT -8
*** Emma enters from Mr. Gold's Shop ***
Having scratched the meeting with Mr. Gold off her to-do list, Emma decided to walk the town and get her bearings. She really didn't have anything to do until Henry got out of school that afternoon. Well, she did need to find a bank and take care of paying her part of the rent to Mary Margaret and paying back the bail money to Vlad. He was likely busy with clients today and since he shared office space with Dr. Hopper, it was probably best if she kept her distance.
When Emma crossed the street onto the next block, she noticed what looked and sounded like construction. The building had clearly been burned badly, but it seemed that clean-up and renovation were in full swing. This must be the toy shop that Gail had mentioned. Emma saw a familiar face among the group of women that were busily working. She ducked into the doorway and dodged a hefty two-by-four that was being carried by one woman across the room. "Hey," Emma greeted Mary Margaret, absorbed in her task. "I thought you were just a teacher. Did you get a second job as a painter?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 23, 2020 9:39:21 GMT -8
"Every little bit helps, whatever you manage is good enough for us."
With another smile and a nod, Mary Margaret turned back to her task to get at least enough done to reach her own set goal of being as helpful as she could in the limited time she had. After all, nothing could get done with only chatting and dreaming, although these were things that changed every work into a happy task. And singing too, of course. But she rather didn't do so here.
Suddenly something was keeping her from her task once again. Mary Margaret turned to see where that knock had come from.
"Hey,"
"Emma!" she greeted with a joyful smile, like her voluntary work here was nothing anyone would wonder about. It certainly wasn't for people who knew the diligent elementary teacher for more than only three days.
"I thought you were just a teacher. Did you get a second job as a painter?"
"I have a free period during teaching units today, so I thought I use it to help out a little. Don't worry, Henry is in good hands and doing well.", Mary Margaret replied almost automatically, used to explain that she wouldn't be negligent of her main function.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Sept 25, 2020 16:36:10 GMT -8
"I have a free period during teaching units today, so I thought I use it to help out a little. Don't worry, Henry is in good hands and doing well."
"I'm so not worried," Emma replied, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter. "I mean, yeah, there was that time he stole your credit card, bought a bus ticket, and rode it all the way to Boston by himself but...." She winced at the negligence implied by her statement, but that was before she'd even met the kid. She couldn't be held responsible for that. "Nope, definitely not worried," she asserted with a nod.
Emma picked up one of the paintbrushes and began twirling it in her hand. "But I did want to tell you I went by Mr. Gold's shop, just to make sure everything was cool with me being your new roommate," she informed Mary Margaret. "Thanks again, by the way. You're like my knight in a pastel cardigan."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 28, 2020 6:51:22 GMT -8
"I'm so not worried,"
Mary Margaret smiled.
"I mean, yeah, there was that time he stole your credit card, bought a bus ticket, and rode it all the way to Boston by himself but...." The smile vanished as a sense of guilt flashed over her face. Emma surely didn't mean to reproach her for having allowed Henry to trick her, which she would rather blame herself for, instead of blame it on the boy. After all, he had only done everything to find his birth mother. And he had actually found her - what a wondrous child. "Nope, definitely not worried,"The smile came back to Mary Margaret's face, this time, however, more absent looking, like someone who had not allowed a child to trick her like it had been on her mind before, but instead like someone seeing herself as an accomplice. An accomplice in a secret mission to help a kid getting his happy ending. Well, if this would be kind of a fairytale story like in the book she gave to Henry - and also if there wouldn't be Regina and her army of involuntary men. Oh, but then again, considering the story Henry told her she was from, this would even make sense. Mary Margaret shook her head slightly. At least, the boy had a talent for linking something with another thing you would think fits perfectly. "But I did want to tell you I went by Mr. Gold's shop, just to make sure everything was cool with me being your new roommate." At that, Mary Margaret's facial expression suddenly went even more shocked than before, so much that she immediately stopped her action of cleaning the painting tools while they talked. "Thanks again, by the way. You're like my knight in a pastel cardigan.""You.. you talked to Mr. Gold?" She didn't add that, but on her lips, there was another word following that question - voluntary? "What did he say?" Mary Margaret seemed to be surprised enough about Emma having just walked into Mr. Gold's shop to talk to him, that she even forgot to react to her new roommate's words of gratitude like she usually would.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Sept 28, 2020 14:05:01 GMT -8
"You.. you talked to Mr. Gold? What did he say?"
"He said it was fine," Emma answered hesitantly, taking in the tone of Mary Margaret's words and the look on her face. "I was worried he would want two months' rent or a letter from my landlord in Boston or something, but he said he's fine with however long I want to stay. Why is everyone in this town so afraid of him? He seems like a successful businessman. Maybe a little intimidating, but...he's not some ogre," she remarked, tearing off a paper towel to help dry one of the brushes Mary Margaret had been cleaning. "At least he seems to want me to stay in town," Emma added, "unlike Regina."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 29, 2020 3:59:23 GMT -8
"He said it was fine,"
Mary Margaret eased immediately. She wouldn't have wanted to withdraw the offer, but if Mr. Gold had raised objections, there wouldn't have really been another option. She honestly hadn't even think about that possibility until now. Mary Margaret had seen a friend in need, and so she just had her heart taking action instead of her mind. For some reason, however, she had a feeling that Mr. Gold was on Emma's side more than he would be on Regina's.
"I was worried he would want two months' rent or a letter from my landlord in Boston or something, but he said he's fine with however long I want to stay." That even proved her guess about Mr. Gold possibly being on her side, unsure though, if that meant something good or not. "Why is everyone in this town so afraid of him? He seems like a successful businessman. Maybe a little intimidating, but... he's not some ogre,"
At that, Mary Margaret had to chuckle slightly before giving a nod and continuing the cleaning. "No, of course not."
"At least he seems to want me to stay in town,""unlike Regina."
"Just be careful, Emma, will you?" she suddenly added in a worrying tone but then shrugged it off as that reaction probably being ridiculous. "But maybe you're right. Actually... it makes sense that he wants you to stay."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Oct 2, 2020 16:50:14 GMT -8
"But maybe you're right. Actually... it makes sense that he wants you to stay."
"Why do you think that is? Apart from having another source of rental income?" Emma asked, genuinely curious as she had no clue to Mr. Gold's intentions. Even less so after speaking with him. "I mean, it's not just Regina, or that Detective Smith I met at the diner this morning. Most people in this town haven't exactly rolled out the red carpet for me."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 4, 2020 15:01:22 GMT -8
"Why do you think that is? Apart from having another source of rental income?""I mean, it's not just Regina, or that Detective Smith I met at the diner this morning. Most people in this town haven't exactly rolled out the red carpet for me."
"Because Regina wants you not to.", Mary Margaret answered in a matter-of-factly tone while handing another pair of cleaned brushes over to Emma like she'd already made herself part of the voluntary work team. Picking up the next, Mary Margaret added some more explanation to her theory. "Mr. Gold seems to like displeasing Regina at any given opportunity. I really have no idea about the reasons for that, and probably wouldn't even want to know, but - even if people might not think so - I'm an acute observer... not in a.. creepy way or something.", she quickly added, as she slightly turned her head around, obviously afraid that Emma could misunderstand her and at the same time abashed about this clarification in the first place.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Oct 7, 2020 15:56:59 GMT -8
"...I really have no idea about the reasons for that, and probably wouldn't even want to know, but - even if people might not think so - I'm an acute observer... not in a.. creepy way or something."
"Uh huh," Emma agreed, making it a point to sound dubious but knowing full well that there wasn't a creepy or sinister bone in Mary Margaret's body. She just wanted to mock her a little bit, especially now that she'd subtly put Emma to work cleaning paintbrushes. But rather than protesting, Emma continued drying. "Well, whatever Gold's reason for keeping me around, I probably shouldn't question it. Besides, I'm not here to be some pawn in his chess game with the mayor."
As she worked, she took a look around the building, noticing the damage but also the rebuilding. And the talk of pawns had reminded her of Gail's acute observation earlier. "The waitress at the diner said all this was being headed up by a local nurse, a Gabriella? You know her?" Emma inquired.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 17, 2020 11:32:01 GMT -8
"Uh huh,"
Mary Margaret smiled and blushed at the same time, although she figured that Emma was just mocking her. Usually, she would feel uncomfortable being mocked, even if jokingly, but not with Emma. She had somehow grown to her immediately, even though they seemed rather unlike each other. Mary Margaret couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for Emma's difficult childhood that had been so openly published in the latest issue of the Daily Mirror. She tried to not let her sympathy about that show on her features, though. Emma probably wouldn't like that.
"Well, whatever Gold's reason for keeping me around, I probably shouldn't question it. Besides, I'm not here to be some pawn in his chess game with the mayor."
"Well, that's true," Mary Margaret replied with an absent-looking nod before concentrating back on the cleaning.
"The waitress at the diner said all this was being headed up by a local nurse, a Gabriella? You know her?"
"Oh yah, she's working at the hospital, too." Mary Margaret felt no need to explain the addition too, or maybe she just wasn't used to talking to people who didn't know about her voluntary work there. "We never really had a long conversation, but she seems very nice."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Oct 24, 2020 17:36:11 GMT -8
"Oh yah, she's working at the hospital, too. We never really had a long conversation, but she seems very nice."
"Wait," Emma paused, her brow furrowed in confusion. "You're working at the school, here, and the hospital? Don't tell me you also volunteer at the animal shelter...." Her query was meant as a joke, but Mary Margaret's sheepish look meant Emma was not far off the mark. "Seriously?" So this woman really was Snow White incarnate, pure and selfless and summoning woodland creatures to help with her housework. Emma was starting to wonder about this new living arrangement.
"Anyway," she dismissed, returning her focus to the paintbrushes, "Gail said the same thing about her. Nice but not exactly chatty. She was worried Gabriella might have been on the bad end of a 'deal' with Gold. But what would a nurse need from a pawnbroker - slash - real estate magnate?" Emma wondered aloud.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 14, 2020 12:26:14 GMT -8
"Wait,""You're working at the school, here, and the hospital? Don't tell me you also volunteer at the animal shelter...." Even before Mary Margaret could have given an answer to that, Emma seemed already have guessed by her sheepish look. "Seriously?"
"Only part-time.", Mary Margaret explained herself with another sheepish smile.
"Anyway,""Gail said the same thing about her. Nice but not exactly chatty. She was worried Gabriella might have been on the bad end of a 'deal' with Gold. But what would a nurse need from a pawnbroker - slash - real estate magnate?"
"Oh, really?" she turned around again, stopping in the middle of her work. Usually, she wasn't too much into gossip and tittle-tattle, but it seemed that, ever since Emma had decided to stay in Storybrooke, the craziest things were happening all around the town. This news was, at least, intriguing. However, the last thing Mary Margaret wanted was to see Emma walking into any more trouble, not only with Regina but also with Mr. Gold. "We better not interfere in their affairs, though."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Nov 14, 2020 17:26:51 GMT -8
"Oh, really? We better not interfere in their affairs, though."
"I'm not interfering," Emma countered, her shoulders lifted in a casual shrug to declare that she would never, ever dream of doing such a thing. "I'm just ... getting the lay of the land. I wanna' know more about where my son grew up.
"This place, for example," she continued, with a nod toward the shop ceiling and walls around them. "I wonder if Regina brought Henry here a lot." Regina seemed the type to buy a kid's affection, and clearly she had the money to do so. But this shop seemed more unique, more small-town charm than a chain store with the latest hot items on the shelves.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 28, 2020 14:43:23 GMT -8
"I'm not interfering," At that, Mary Margaret winced slightly. She hadn't meant to accuse her of being nosy or something, yet she knew Emma wouldn't take it as offense anyway. "I'm just ... getting the lay of the land. I wanna' know more about where my son grew up." Mary Margaret gave a nod of assent while she listened without interrupting her. "This place, for example,""I wonder if Regina brought Henry here a lot."
If she had to guess, Mary Margaret would lean toward negation, but she didn't want to upset Emma. Regina just didn't seem to be a mother who would spend her time going on a shopping tour with her son, or maybe it was more like she didn't see Henry doing that. However, Mary Margaret could rather imagine Regina sending someone to buy him a gift.
"Well, I never had a lot of contact with Henry outside of school, which is usually fine and normal, but with him, I often find myself worrying. Well, not because of him - he is an angel," Mary Margaret quickly added with her hands raised in front of her, "but you know, because of his mom. Uhm, his foster-mom, I mean." For some reason, she felt like she was saying the wrong things all around the time. "Anyways, she seems to be doing anything to not make me talk to him. Almost like I could plant crazy ideas in Henry's head or something." And yet again, she winced. After all, it was her fault that the boy had left Storybrooke all on his own, in his backpack a stolen credit card with her name on it, at that. Wow, maybe she was a terrible person. On the other side, it was a good thing, and also the right thing, all that had happened, for, otherwise, Emma and Henry might have never met. Mary Margaret smiled again. This had been fate for sure.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Dec 2, 2020 16:20:54 GMT -8
"Anyways, she seems to be doing anything to not make me talk to him. Almost like I could plant crazy ideas in Henry's head or something."
"Like being convinced that everyone in this town is a fairy-tale character trapped by an evil curse?" Emma observed with a skeptical smirk. "Don't worry, none of this is your fault. Henry seems to have an ... active imagination. That's not a bad thing. And he was always gonna' have questions about his real parents," she assured Mary Margaret. "I know I did. You wonder if they look like you, sound like you. if they like the same songs or movies, or if they also take cinnamon with their hot chocolate."
She smiled at the reminder of the common quirk between her, Mary Margaret, and Henry. It was uncommon but still easily dismissed as coincidence, not solid proof that she was indeed the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. "So I want Henry to keep asking questions," Emma asserted, "And I want to be there to answer them."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 19, 2020 16:15:56 GMT -8
"Like being convinced that everyone in this town is a fairy-tale character trapped by an evil curse?"
And yet again, there appeared a guilty expression on Mary Margaret's face, although she actually agreed with what Emma said next. After all, it was a good thing that Henry was so imaginative. That was how children should be, or not? And it probably didn't do any harm if some adults would be more like that as well. Was she even? Mary Margaret used to be imaginative, yet it seemed that some kind of dark energy - also called Regina - was trying everything to take that away from her. Well, granted, her life was far from what Henry thought it would be. It was alright, but nothing like a fairy-tale. Anyways, who said that you could only be happy living with a prince? Emma seemed to be a good company, and Mary Margaret could see them becoming good friends already. She smiled again before she, once again, found herself absent-minded until something Emma said brought her back to the here and now.
"... or if they also take cinnamon with their hot chocolate."
The smile on Mary Margaret's face widened for a moment. She really had been believing she was the only person on earth with that quirk. Well, except for Henry. Funny fact considering the relationship the boy had come up with for the three of them. Yet, as imaginative as she might be herself, and even if she wanted to believe it so badly, that was no more than a story.
"So I want Henry to keep asking questions,""And I want to be there to answer them."
"You know, I've never seen Henry happier than from the day on he'd found you," she said with another smile. "I think he needs more people encouraging him, never mind how unbelievable a story may sound. I mean," Mary Margaret added with a dreamy expression and a slight shrug of her shoulders. "What do we know is true or not, anyway? It can't be so bad to believe in something, right?"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Dec 26, 2020 19:52:27 GMT -8
"You know, I've never seen Henry happier than from the day on he'd found you. I think he needs more people encouraging him, never mind how unbelievable a story may sound. I mean, what do we know is true or not, anyway? It can't be so bad to believe in something, right?"
"Eh, that might not be a question I should answer," Emma stated, with a sharp intake of breath. "Longtime cynical realist here." Reading a book of fairy tales, becoming immersed in its characters -- that was one thing. But believing those same characters were walking the streets of the town where he lived, clueless about their real lives because of the woman who had raised him ... well, that was different. And obviously concerning enough to require the help of a psychiatrist.
"I don't want to get his hopes up, y'know?" she continued. "I mean, me being here, it's temporary. And regardless of what either one of us thinks about Regina, she's given Henry a stable home life for all these years. I don't want to do more harm than help. Anyway, you don't believe in that storybook stuff, do you?" Emma asked. "Aren't teachers supposed to be rational, logical....?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 3, 2021 12:51:52 GMT -8
Suddenly, Mary Margaret felt stupid for pointing out such a ridiculous thing. Emma was right. And, of course, wasn't she believing in fairytales from a storybook. There was just this little part inside of her that probably was tired of the life she lived instead. Not actually tired, but more like... a thought of it couldn't be all?
"Of course not," Mary Margaret eventually replied with a chuckle and a wave of her hand before turning most of her attention back to her task. She silently hoped that her answer hadn't taken her too long so it would sound like she was downplaying what she'd really been thinking. But then again, what was she really thinking? Well, these last days just might have spun her little world around. Maybe though, she should be thankful that, for once, something was actually happening in it, Mary Margaret thought with another chuckle, this time a genuine one. "I'm just not sure if telling him that all of this is just imagination... will be more of help than harm, you know?"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jan 9, 2021 18:50:06 GMT -8
"I'm just not sure if telling him that all of this is just imagination... will be more of help than harm, you know?"
"No, no, I get that," Emma replied, registering Mary Margaret's concern. It seemed like more than that of any old schoolteacher, and she was grateful for that. She had already expressed her concern about Henry being lonely and hoping the book of fairy tales would help. "No need to push him into the cold, cruel world of reality any sooner than we have to, right?"
Emma had to grow up far too fast, on her own, and she certainly didn't want that for her son. And yet, the psychiatrist's notes -- the ones she'd had time to read, anyway -- worried her. "I just want to make sure he knows that make-believe is just that: make-believe," she clarified. "Look, I know from Regina that he's been seeing a psychiatrist. Dr. Hopper. Have you noticed if it's helping? At all?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 5, 2021 13:41:41 GMT -8
"No, no, I get that,""No need to push him into the cold, cruel world of reality any sooner than we have to, right?"
"Right," Mary Margaret nodded in agreement as the natural smile came back to her face. Was she possibly feeling a little bit too relieved about letting Henry in his imaginative world for a while longer? She couldn't put it into words, yet something told her that leaving him his fantasies was of... importance. Well, that was ridiculous and most probably irresponsible, especially for a teacher, wasn't it?
"Emma?" she asked shyly when her friend looked like she was worrying about something still.
"I just want to make sure he knows that make-believe is just that: make-believe,""Look, I know from Regina that he's been seeing a psychiatrist. Dr. Hopper. Have you noticed if it's helping? At all?"
"Emma, I..." Mary Margaret started, not exactly sure what she wanted to say, though. She started again. "Henry doesn't seem to me like being in a condition that is like... alarming or something. I'm just his teacher, I know, but what I can tell is that... since you've been here, he's blooming. If you asked me, the best therapy he could have gotten was you." She smiled at Emma in encouragement, and she truly meant it.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 13, 2021 13:51:38 GMT -8
"Henry doesn't seem to me like being in a condition that is like... alarming or something. I'm just his teacher, I know, but what I can tell is that... since you've been here, he's blooming. If you asked me, the best therapy he could have gotten was you."
"Well, thanks," Emma muttered, busying herself with the drying of brushes again. She could tell that Mary Margaret really meant it; she had no reason to lie or exaggerate. But Emma wasn't sure if she was ready to shoulder the responsibility for Henry's mental health. After all, she hadn't exactly done a bang-up job of keeping her own life together.
"Although me showing up, is usually a bad thing for most people," she remarked, falling back into her sarcastic rhythm. "Since I'm there to take them on a one-way trip to jail. Remind me not to come to your classroom for Career Day."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 5, 2021 10:16:32 GMT -8
"Well, thanks,"
Mary Margaret didn't fail to notice the awkwardness that resonated with the tone in her voice. Emma seemed not to like hearing words of cheer or any kind words regarding herself in general, or what was more likely in Mary Margaret's way of thinking: She wasn't used to it. A sudden sad expression appeared on Mary Margaret's face while she pondered about this. What must one have been through not appreciating to hear things like that? Then she remembered the ever so unfolded facts about Emma having been an orphan. Yet again, sadness was flashing over her features. She just couldn't help it, although she knew Emma wouldn't like to see that, at least not by knowing it was because she felt sorry for her. So Mary Margaret tried her best to hide it and go on with her task just like Emma did.
"Although me showing up, is usually a bad thing for most people,"
And there it was. The confirmation that Mary Margaret had been right with her guess. She wanted to say something for her comfort, but Emma wouldn't let her, not before adding more words of sarcastic blaming on herself.
"Since I'm there to take them on a one-way trip to jail. Remind me not to come to your classroom for Career Day."
"Oh, Emma..." Mary Margaret said with a tone of condolence, after all. Stopping her task once again, she turned towards Emma, laying one hand on her shoulder in hopes that this wasn't too much already. "Henry sees a hero in you, believe me. That's most probably even what he'd state for Career Day," she finished with a chuckle to ease her encouragement a bit.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 13, 2021 16:58:49 GMT -8
"Oh, Emma...Henry sees a hero in you, believe me. That's most probably even what he'd state for Career Day."
"Well, I'm gonna' do my best to earn that title," Emma replied. Not that she foresaw being able to break the Evil Queen's curse, no. But being there for him in the way she hadn't before. It had to be hard to be the mayor's son, and Mary Margaret had already confided that Henry was lonely.
"So since you'd probably like a change of topics from school and students, does the jerk you went out with last night get a second chance?" Emma inquired. "Is the dating pool here really that shallow?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 2, 2021 10:43:57 GMT -8
"So since you'd probably like a change of topics from school and students, does the jerk you went out with last night get a second chance?""Is the dating pool here really that shallow?"
"Oh gosh, it is!" Mary Margaret let out with a, by her standards, unusual straightforwardness before she added more calmly: "I mean, he was just... " She sighed. "Have you ever been on a date with somebody who would have his eyes hanging anywhere but on yourself? And by anywhere, I mean..." Suddenly she felt bad for saying it out loud since she didn't want to come off as loathing Ruby or something. Honestly, she couldn't even loathe his date. Maybe it was her? Mary Margaret sighed again, this time accompanied by a slight chuckle. "Never mind. I'm actually fine by myself, always have been. Oh, and now I've got a nice roomie, right?"
Just when Mary Margaret wanted to place her hand on Emma's shoulder once again, she suddenly paused, having a panic look upon her watch. "Oh shoot! I'm so sorry, but I've to hurry actually. Unbelievable how time flies when you have fun, isn't it?" she said with another chuckle while trying to finish at least the utensils she already had been placing in the sink.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 3, 2021 18:01:05 GMT -8
"Have you ever been on a date with somebody who would have his eyes hanging anywhere but on yourself? And by anywhere, I mean... Never mind. I'm actually fine by myself, always have been. Oh, and now I've got a nice roomie, right?"
With a sardonic smile, Emma thought Mary Margaret could have stopped at 'Have you ever been on a date?' It had definitely been a while. And no, the one she'd gone on merely to catch that bail-jumper a few days prior didn't count. She wasn't sure she'd ever get the wine stain out of that dress. But Emma sustained a sympathetic look, as it must be difficult for someone so clearly generous and loving to still be seeking someone to share it with.
"Well, I'm no Prince Charming," Emma offered, "but I will do my best not to leave my dirty clothes on the floor or dirty dishes in the sink. I promise."
"Oh shoot! I'm so sorry, but I've to hurry actually. Unbelievable how time flies when you have fun, isn't it?"
"Hey, don't worry, I'll finish up here," Emma said, referring to the brush-cleaning. "Say hi to Henry for me. I'm gonna' see if I can find a bank, get that rent check over to Mr. Gold, and --" Pay back the bail money to Dr. Lee after her larceny of Henry's medical records and subsequent imprisonment in the city jail? No, Mary Margaret didn't know about any of that, nor did she need to.
"And buy some groceries," she added hastily. "Don't want to keep raiding your fridge, after all."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 4, 2021 6:02:06 GMT -8
"Hey, don't worry, I'll finish up here,""Say hi to Henry for me. I'm gonna' see if I can find a bank, get that rent check over to Mr. Gold, and --""Thanks, Emma. Best roomie," Mary Margaret uttered with a cheerful smile yet already a bit in a hurry after she had realized that taking care of the unfinished brushes herself would have caused her to be totally late for her next class. Holding onto a schedule was not exactly her strong point, even though one should think so by looking at her job. That must be a side effect of being a daydreamer. She could so easily get absorbed into her own little world or conversations with others that she just forgot the time. Before she grabbed her purse to finally head out, she just dared to wrap her arms around Emma real quickly. "See you later." Mary Margaret was aware of the fact that Emma might not be used to receive hugs, yet that was probably only another reason for her to get done with it, along the lines of let's get over and done with so you can start getting used to it. Let's face it, at some point, it would have happened anyway. "And buy some groceries,""Don't want to keep raiding your fridge, after all.""Will do!" she quickly replied, already half running but still with one last waving of her hand in Emma's direction.
Once on her way, a wide smile spread across all over her face whilst an odd thought came to her mind. For the little moment she had wrapped Emma into her arms, it had not only felt like making a friend but also like being with family. Either way, she was sure this would become the start of something great. *** Mary Margaret exits ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 4, 2021 10:01:34 GMT -8
***Gabriella enters from Vladimir Lee's Hypnotherapy Clinic***
Gabriella neared the propped open door of the toy shop, hints of paint and freshly cut wood starting to reach her.
Mind still running at full speed with all the new complications that had arisen that morning, she almost plowed into a second person in her quick steps. They both came to a jolting stop, both emitting nervous and embarrassed giggles at the small startle. They exchanged good mornings and continued on their ways.
Gabriella stepped through the door feeling completely strung out in the terrible day this has turned out to be and the dozens of dreadful scenarios of how her life would play out after feeling she might have lost one of the few people she trusted to be able to help her.
"Morning, Gabriella!" came a boisterous, disjointed chorus from Scarlet and her crew that almost had her starting again.
Gabriella put on a smile and gave a distracted wave in the general direction of the entire room. "Morning," she called back as she moved to the table set up for food and snacks. Dropping her purse onto a chair, she looked at the sparse table and her bandaged hand went to her forehead when it struck her that absorbed in all her thoughts, she'd forgotten to stop at the bakery on her way in to the toy shop. "Bullocks," she muttered under her breath.
Feeling like a complete idiot if she were to about face and walk right out with a hurried explanation, she mentally searched for another solution. They deliver. That Eva girl had brought in an order. Sure, Gabriella hadn't actually ordered it and Eva was trying to scam money out of her for the gifted food, but still, they delivered.
Digging her phone out of her purse, Gabriella started to do an online search for the bakery's number.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 7, 2021 16:20:57 GMT -8
So Mary Margaret was a hugger, Emma thought, ashamed of herself for having tensed up at her new roommate's sudden embrace. It would be fine. Awkward hugs were a small price to pay for affordable accommodations.
"Morning, Gabriella!"
"Morning."
Emma's head snapped up from her washing to take in the new arrival. And since everyone had just shouted her name, she figured this was the nurse who'd organized the clean-up and renovation. The one who Gail had told her was 'haunted' by Mr. Gold.
Emma brusquely wiped her wet hands on her jeans and headed over to the brunette, who was busying herself with her phone. "Hey, Gabriella, right?" she began, holding out her hand in greeting. "I'm Emma. I hope you don't mind me being here. One of the waitresses at the diner told me about it."
As she awaited Gabriella's reaction, she dreaded how someone might feel about meeting the front-page news in person. Regina certainly hadn't painted a pretty picture of the new girl in town. "And I just want you to know everything you may have heard or read about me -- well, it's mostly true," she admitted with a sigh. "You have some very thorough journalists in this town."
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