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"A dream is a wish your heart makes..."

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» MAIN THREAD
Welcome to Storybrooke!

Storybrooke is a wonderful place to live.
But lately, things have seemed a little... off.
The mayor called it animal attacks.
But other residents aren't so sure.

Strange things are happening, and
people are missing or even dying
because of these "animal attacks".
The mayor assures her people
that they are safe.

But are they?

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S T A T U S
Mood: "Are you kidding me?"
Location: at the bar

ARIANNA​

The word of the animal attacks had reached every single person in Storybrooke, and it showed. Though most people were trying to keep to their daily lives and pretend like nothing was wrong, you could see it in their eyes that they were afraid. No one went out after dark, and the mayor had suggested a buddy system if you had to be out after dark. There were places like the local bar that didn't close until well after sundown, and so instead of imposing a curfew on the town, the mayor had suggested no one go out alone.

That was perfectly fine with Arianna, anyway. She could easily find someone to walk her home if she needed or wanted to. She knew most of the people in the town well, though they only knew of her what she wanted them to know. Arianna was an outgoing girl, but secretive with her own wants and desires to most. She had a few people in the town that she was close to, but she didn't wear her secrets on her sleeves like some people chose to do.

It was going on eight PM, which meant the sun had just set in the horizon, and Storybrooke was dark save for the spaces lit up by the streetlights. There were more streetlights being installed throughout the town, but the light could only stretch so far. Clad in the uniform of the bar she worked at, she moved along the tables, gathering dirty cups and setting them on her tray to take back to the kitchen. With a pretty smile plastered on her face, tips would be easy.

On her way to the kitchen, she had just turned to open the two-way door with her hips when someone else shoved it open, knocking into her and almost causing her to lose grip of the tray. Unfortunately, the glasses on the tray lost their balance and fell, and one of them even fell over the side, shattering upon impact to the ground.

With her jaw open wide in shock, Arianna waited until she had regained her composure before turning to the other waitress. Through a grimace and somewhat gritted teeth, she spoke. "I hope you plan on cleaning that up, because I'm not." After all, it wasn't her fault. That being said, she pushed past the other girl and practically threw the remaining glassware into the sink to be washed, managing not to break any in the process.

Then, true to her word, she headed back out to check on her tables.

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M E N T I O N S
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Emily Daane
March Hare​

location: David's Office, Tea Shop

with: xx

tags: xx

outfit: Yellow Dress, Brown Boots

"Oh definitely doctor! I feel like a new person already! You're such a big help." Emily beamed, hopping from the worn, orange colored chair in the psychologist's office.

"I know Em, you say that every time you leave." David smiled at her, amused. She waved to him as she left and continued waving until he closed the door. He was so wonderful to her and she wished she could make him another one of her drawings. The good doctor always enjoyed her drawings! Especially the ones of flowers, and she had to agree with him that they were quite wonderful to look at if she did say so herself! Unfortunately it was time for her to get to work. She sighed as she trudged to the tea shop which was, thankfully, only a few blocks away.

"Work work work every day. Always working, always choring. Such a bore to chore." She said under her breath, kicking the small rocks that were unlucky enough to get in her way. She liked the way the rocks smacked against the concrete as they rolled away. She briefly wondered if David would be okay to walk her home tonight after her shift. Or perhaps Liam would? The animal attacks had gotten worse according to the mayor. She also told everyone to get a walking partner at night so nobody would get attacked and murdered, although if one were to ask Emily she would say that two people weren't any better than one. She was scared, sure, but there wasn't anything she could do about it and that's just the way it was. Of course nobody would ask her because nobody really liked her, but again, it couldn't be helped.

Many scattered rocks later, the multi-colored haired girl had reached her destination. She smiled brightly at her manager and her two other co-workers as she walked in (earning half-assed smiles from them) and went to grab her apron from the back. She clocked in and mentally prepared herself for a long shift.

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[r e i]

"Trouble is such a bad word. I call it fun. Adventures are more exciting then following the rules. That's why I live for fun adventures. That way I have exciting trouble. "

mentions | Ari apolla | location | bar | outfit | xxx | scenario | hi hun.

Blake walked into the bar. Looking for one person only, that was Arianna who was working tonight. She hated that she had to work after curfew. Especially with the animal attacks that have been happening lately around town. She had locked down the house with all the kids in it when they started to hear about animal attacks. She wasn't taking any chances about losing her mismatched family even though she wasn't particularly following the rules herself. Most nights at the shops, it was after curfew before she gets home and there was no buddy for her to go home. So she just made sure to carry a knife or some sorta weapon but when it came to Arianna, she was extra overprotective so she was here to make sure that she got home safely.

It's been 9 years since her family of runaways moved her. It was easier for them to hide from social workers, abusive family, and people who generally wanted their misery. For some reason, storybrooke more like hidden from the outside world. It's been 9 years since a cop or anyone came to their door for missing persons, and it's been wonderful even though cops still shows up but for different reasons, like her troublemakers of kids. It's also been nice to just settle down and be able to make friendships and be apart of a community. That's where Arianna comes in. She and Blake are opposites but they became best friend. Blake can and will swear up and down that she's her platonic soulmate. Her best friend. Which is why she's a bit overprotective of her. She never had a friend like that. Someone who cared for you, just the way you were. It was something amazing.

Blake found a table that Arianna was covering. And sat waiting for her friend to come back when she heard a crash and turned to see broken glass on the floor and an angry Ari glaring at a waitress. Well...it seemed to be that girl's worst day. Angry Ari is very very scary. Her best friend then walked out surveying the place, and Blake raises her hand and winks at her. "Now hun, are you alright? Or shall I send my boys to mess with her?"

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The veterinary hospital was eerily quiet that evening, void of all the barks and meows that had filled its walls earlier in the day. The last of her patients, along with the receptionist, had left for the night and only Demetria remained. She sat in her office in a plush leather chair behind a dark oak desk with narrowed eyes, reading the town newspaper on her computer. There had been talk around town of animal attacks, and the mayor had finally confirmed them. Her icy blue eyes ran across the words again, taking them in. Animals had been killed, people had been hurt. Some didn't care, but most were terrified. Though Demi tended to belong to the former group, she couldn't shake the chill that ran down her spine. The first time it happened, she simply thought it was a coincidence. Demetria had awoken in a semi-remote portion of the forest that bordered Storybrooke on one side, speckled with blood that she wasn't exactly sure where it came from. Demi had told herself that she had for some reason sleepwalked and injured herself in the process. So when the story came out in the paper the following day about the brutal killing of a local farmer's cow, she didn't much care. But it kept happening, randomly. She would go to bed one night and wake up somewhere else, covered in blood that she knew wasn't her own. The following day the local newspaper would talk about another animal that was killed or a person who was attacked. Once is a chance. Twice is a coincidence. But after three times, it's a pattern. Demetria couldn't shake the feeling that all of these attacks had something to do with her. But she had seen some of the animals that had been killed, and it was most definitely by some other animal. Nevertheless, the pattern continued and she couldn't quite explain it. Demi didn't have large sharp teeth or menacing claws, and werewolves didn't exist. So what else could it be? With an annoyed sigh, Demetria slammed her laptop shut and slipped it into her shoulder bag. She needed a drink. A strong drink. Locking up the hospital, Demi began walking down the street towards the Silver Arrow, Storybrooke's best and only bar. It was dark, and she knew the mayor had recommended walking in buddies. But Demetria honestly didn't care. Within a few minutes and a short walk, Demetria pushed through the doors into the bar, immediately met by the strong scent of alcohol, pub food, and a bit of sweat. The bar wasn't Demi's favorite place to go. But when she needed a drink to loosen up the stress of the day, it was pretty much the only option. She scanned the bar quickly, looking for a familiar face to possibly talk to. But no one really caught her eye. With a heavy, slightly annoyed sigh, Demetria crossed the room to the bar, hopping up on to a stool and resting her chin in her hand. Glancing at the bartender, she simply said, "Gin and tonic, please."

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David Schriver

Alice​

Sitting by and letting things play out naturally wasn't really in David's nature. After Emily, his final patient of the day had left, he immediately got to work. Flipping delicately through the many notes he had jotted down and the drawings left by Em, he took out a small manila folder and opened it up. Inside was something that might as well have been from an old detective movie. Pages from the recent articles written about the animal attacks were ripped and stashed in the folder along with hastily scrawled writing in the doctor's penmanship and a few tea stained pages about wolves and bears. One thing David was sure of was that it was a big animal that was very dangerous. Unfortunately that didn't really narrow it down for him, so he had to do some trial and error, and at the moment his focus was on the two predators. When the attacks had first happened they had scared the living hell out of him. Not that he wasn't scared now. He was, very much so. It was just that his curiosity and desperate wanting to make everything safe again had a much stronger hold on the young man.

David glanced over his notes and the papers he had printed about bears and wolves. Different types, which ones lived in Maine and even more specific, near Storybrooke. That was a bit harder to pin down however due to the fact that he had seemed to have a very difficult time even trying to find Storybrooke. Thankfully he had managed to find a few decent articles thanks to some late nights and hard work with his cat Max by his side. David had noticed how much this whole ordeal had sent the town into panic. Some people seemed much more calm about it than others, and some people just seemed to be pushing it to the back of their minds. His next goal was to speak with people and see how much they knew about these attacks.

Not that he had any suspicion that any of them were behind it, but he figured getting as much info as possible would be the best way to get closer to the answer. Perhaps someone had seen something! He had already started his interviews off by asking Emily what she thought about the attacks during her session. It was very unprofessional, but he couldn't help himself! She didn't really seem to know much other than the fact that it had to be some big animal and that she was pretty scared about it. Next, he wanted to speak with Demetria, the vet in town. If anyone knew anything about animals, it would be her. He packed his folder into his brown leather bag and headed outside. It was eerily quiet which set the doctor on edge a bit. After a bit of wondering around he found the vet in the Golden Arrow. David didn't like this place. It just wasn't his type of environment. Managing to get past his displeasure, he headed inside and took a seat next to the brunette. He gave her a slight nod in greeting.

"Hello Miss Redd. I figured I wouldn't have another good time to ask this, so I wanted to ask you about the animal attacks now if that's alright with you?" He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

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Noel Travers | Captain Hook

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"I need two tuna tartare guacamoles and two lobster club sandwiches all day," Noel called, glancing up at the tickets from where he was plating a couple of dishes. The sous chef and line cooks murmured, "Yes, chef," from along side him, letting him know that they heard and were working on his request. Carefully placing a perfectly cooked piece of salmon on top of a bed of dirty rice, the head chef and owner of the restaurant smiled down at the array of plates, nodding proudly as the waiter carried them off to their table destination. Though Storybrooke wasn't the largest town in the world, there were quite a few people that lived there. Given the delicious food and beautiful view that Blue, a seafood restaurant owned and operated by Noel Travers, had, it was almost always packed with people.

And that night was no different. The tickets seemed to keep coming. But it was that energy and excitement that Noel loved about being a restaurant chef. It made all the long hours, endless days, and stressful nights worth it. Noel gripped the counter, the onset of a headache throbbing in the center of his forehead. Noel frowned, turning to his sous chef, Luke Smeeth. Without even looking up at him, the man said, "Go take a break, fill up. We can hold down the fort for a little bit." Noel never really understood how Luke could read him so easily, but it certainly made things a lot easier at the restaurant. "Thanks, man," Noel replied, hanging his chef coat on a rack by the back door before grabbing his water bottle and slipping out into the night.

Their was a slightly chilliness to the air, but nothing the chef couldn't handle. He brought the water bottle to his lips and downed its contents within seconds for what was probably the 12th time that day. Though the amount of water he drank per day probably seemed unnatural to some, it was the only way he could keep the fatigue and headaches away. Pulling a pack from his pocket, Noel placed a cigarette between his lips and lit up, reveling in the relieving feeling the water and nicotine brought him. Emerald green bar glanced up the street, following the sounds of the music and chatter that undoubtedly came from the Silver Arrow. It was getting close to the closing time of Blue, but the bar seemed to just be picking up. Such was the Storybrooke routine. Deciding that he would take some food up there to his friends after the restaurant closed in a short bit, Noel headed back inside to finish off the dinner service strong.

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[div class=title]laurel taylor | evil queen | outfit[/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]"How is this happening? These are not just random animal attacks. This was done by a wolf. And I know exactly which one." Laurel spat at the only person aside from Rumple that she could talk to about such thing. She held the antique mirror in her perfectly manicured hand as the face that appeared in it spoke back to her. "I'm not sure, your majesty. I thought that this sort of magic was taken away in Storybrooke." the face replied. "Clearly not. Something is wrong." she growled, putting the mirror in one of the drawers of her desk. She knew who she needed to talk to. Upon arriving at The Golden Thread, she noticed the door was locked. A small light was shining from the back office though, which was a dead giveaway that he was there. She easily unlocked the door with her own magic and waltzed in. "We have a problem." she said coldly, as Rumple rounded the corner and saw her standing there. "Let's skip the small talk, yes? We both know who is responsible for these animal attacks. The curse should've take that magic away. What is going on?" she demanded answers. "And need I remind you that people's memories coming back wouldn't be good for either of us." she added, taking a step closer. Laurel, or The Evil Queen as she was formerly known, couldn't have this curse weakening or breaking. If the curse broke it could result in Snow and Charming waking up and the whole point of this for her was ending their happiness. Taking it away completely was her only goal in this. Well, that and power which she had as both Mayor of Storybrooke and Evil Queen now. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; konrad (rumple) | tags; MadiRaiCat [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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Konrad Weber

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A light mist seemed to fill the barely lit room, enshrouding it in terror and mystery. Two cots sat in the middle of the room, seeming to be the source of its dark aura. On one cot lie a woman with porcelain skin and raven black hair, dressed in a gown and tiara reserved only for royalty. On the other, a dashing man with dirty blonde hair wearing an embellished gold tunic outfit, fit for a king. They were just out of arm's reach from one another, but it hardly mattered. Neither had awoken in quite some time. And if the man hidden by the shadows of the room had his way, neither ever would.

Konrad lifted his hand, a blue-black glow seeming to bleed from his finger tips as it reinforced the magical ward that kept other from seeing, entering, or even knowing about the dark secrets hidden there. With one last brooding look, he turned and exited through the heavy metal door, locking it behind him before ascending the stairs into The Golden Thread. A wall of clocks of all shapes and sizes ticked rhythmically, soothing his ever frayed nerves. Konrad moved over to front door, flipping the 'open' sign to 'closed' before locking it behind him. All the lights were shut off, only the one in his office remaining.

Most people didn't really peruse his shop too often, which was a good thing in Konrad's opinion. Many of the items in the shop were not mundane in the slightest, and instead added to the power that he already possessed. In a glass case to his left, a glossy sea conch sat alongside a silver necklace with a vial of a glittery powder as its pendant. In another case, a brightly colored tea pot was strategically placed next to a glass bottle with a faded label and what seemed to be a high heel made entirely of glass. These were only a few of the items Konrad had collected since his arrival in Storybrooke. Yet there were more out there somewhere he still needed to find.

The blonde man moved into this office, pulling a single high ball glass and a decanter of whiskey from the bottom drawer of his desk. Sitting in the luxurious leather office chair, Konrad partially filled the glass with the expensive scotch, taking a sip just as he heard the click of the front door unlock. To be honest, Konrad had been expecting Laurel to visit sooner rather than later. With increasing talk around town of animal attacks, he was sure she didn't want to tarnish her image and deal with the issue as soon as possible. And they both knew exactly who the problem was.

"Miss Taylor, what do I owe this enormous pleasure?" Konrad greeted, though there was a slight tick of sarcasm in his tone. He brought the glass to his lips once again, hiding the knowing smirk as she filled the shop with words of anger. In seconds, the scotch was gone, and the glass placed on the counter alongside the antique yet still-functioning cash register. Walking around the counter, Konrad leaned against it as he faced her, casually placing his hands in his pockets.

"It seems your little wolf is seeing red again," he answered, glancing at the glass case that held a silver and ruby ring and a crimson cloak. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what was weakening the magic of the curse, which was why he had reinforced the wards downstairs every day. "The way I see it, our best option is to kill her and make it look like an animal attack," Konrad said, not-willing to give up the girl's enchanted ring and risk her memories returning, "Though I know you were once fond of her, Laurel."

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[Cosmo]

The soft hum of the lathe filled in the dimly lit workshop, the only light that hadn't burned out was dim with overuse and constantly flickered, to change the bulbs had been on the 'to-do' list for several months and while it was always something that would 'get done soon', well, it was likely to be on the list for another month until the last bulb finally gave out completely. The workshop door stood open to the large expanse of the backyard, where the meticulous cut and cared for lawn lay beyond, so the cool evening air could seep in to mingle with the smell of oil, metal and the strong scent of saw dust that built up in the corners, drift in the air and find a way to settle on the back of one's throat. To others, the workshop would feel stuffy, over crowded with machines, tools and completed furniture left in the dark to gather dust, but to Ben? To Ben it was home. Yes, his house, three sizes too large for a single man, rested on the other end of his yard, but it wasn't a home. The house he purchased years ago as his profession took off, the house he purchased to escape his uncle, the house that sat nearly alone at the end of the lonely street, the house that was so big yet so suffocating, it meant nothing and it never truly had once the rush of defiance had worn off so long ago. But his workshop? His private sanctuary, where the smell of saw dust could fill his nose, where his hands could work, where his mind could freely imagine and ponder one what he could make, yes, that was his home. Sometimes, late at night when he couldn't sleep, plagued by dreams of a great darkness that swam to swallow him whole, he'd escape to his workshop and he can almost hear his dad whispering in his ear,

'Not like that, Ben. Gently, let the lathe do the work,' as if moving to the ghostly command, Ben eased up on his tool that had been digging into the mahogany block a bit too hard, the edges now too rough and would require some softening, 'Feel the grain of it, feel the weight, picture what you want to make in your mind,' his hands moved smoothly over the lathe, his cuts precise as the chisel swam along the dark surface as long strips of wood was cut free, the dense wooden block rounding as he worked, 'Wood... Wood wants to be shaped. It wants to be made into something new, something beautiful, once you have it, its yours. It gives you everything you ever need, all you need to do is give it your heart and soul, do that, Benny, and you can do anything.'

As fast as that ghostly feeling came, so did it left and Ben was back, in front of that spinning chunk of dark mahogany, in his dusty workshop with its solitary flickering light.. and he was alone. His blue eyes traced the wood as it spun, the marks of his cuts still fresh upon its surface, sooner enough it would become a leg for a new chair, he'd take it and work inscribe the sides, perhaps fit it with some of the pretty baubles Freya brought with her last time, it wouldn't be his best work, she always brought the oddest of things, but perhaps she could take it. Wasn't like he had chairs for his chairs when they needed another chair, they did nothing but gather dust in the storage shed. He had some work to do before he could finish the chair, he had just started the first leg, but he couldn't. The feeling had left him feeling as empty as the rest of his house, as if something was wrong, something was missing. With a practiced motion, Ben flicked the lathe off and let the wood coast to a stop before using a rag to clean it, to wipe the grease and excess oil away, his inability to continue, to feel so void and stop was happening more and more lately as if linked to the 'totally animal attacks' that suddenly started. Ben wiped a particularly large glob of grease away as his mind desperately sought to avoid the void in his chest and rolled the story around in his mind. Nothing like surprise 'totally animal attacks' to happen in a long string and leave behind no evidence nor real attempts to stop the animal in question. It was about as likely as this small town in the back end of fuck-off nowhere was to get a Wal*Mart. Ben tossed the used rag on the lathe and picked up a small oak stool, one of the few pieces his father made that he still had and sat it by the workshop door and took a seat to look at the night sky and the home of his one neighbor, the Gabels.

Thomas and Mary Gabel, Thomas was an accountant for the police, a more stable and boring job Ben could not fathom, and Mary was a dedicated soap opera watcher and single handily kept the nearby liquor store in business. Ben rubbed a calloused hand along his dirty jeans as his eyes roamed their house, the perfect white trimming, the newly sodded yard, the three year old sedan parked proudly in the drive way, truly, they were living the american dream. Ben liked to watch the duo, they proved an amusing, if not incredibly predictable, distraction. Every Monday, Thursday and Sunday, Thomas would go out for an 'extra shift' with his 'totally just a coworker' who was half his age and eagerly looking for a reference, Mary would drown her fallen ambitions with a few dozen cups of red wine, sometimes Ben could even see her staring down into her old highschool yearbook wondering where that young, spry volleyball girl who could get A's just by wearing a short skirt disappeared to. Monday through Thursday, they'd be civil, barely speaking to one another in the house but appearing as a loving couple the second they left the door, but Friday? Friday night was fight night, almost popcorn worthy, as Thomas pretended he didn't dread driving home for the weekend and Mary pretended that she didn't know about 'totally a coworker' but it had been quiet lately. Too quiet. Around this time in the year, the fights should be getting more intense as Thomas' buried resentment that Mary could not provide them with children after her 'accident' in college would bubble over, but... Now that Ben thought about it, he hadn't seen either in a few days, and the bedroom light had been on for sometime and that was the only light. It wasn't too unusual as Thomas sometimes went 'out of town for business' and Mary would just lay in bed in a drunk stupor those few days without having to fear about putting on an appearance, but the car was still there.

Ben tilted his head, the glasses on his nose shifting, as he pondered on it. Should he check on them? Probably. Would he? Probably not. Maybe tomorrow, yes, that is what he would always say in these situations. Maybe tomorrow. Still, there was a new feeling, beneath the void in his chest, a sink in his gut that told him something may be wrong, but he certainly didn't want to be the one to find out. 'Oh, hello police, yes, its me, Benjamin Collodi, oh, you know, dead dad boy who lived with his abusive uncle and likes to watch people like a creepy stalker who modeled his life after a Blondie song? Yea, hi, my neighbors were just like, found dead, I know, crazy, where was I? Well, outside staring at their house, of course, probably just the animal, amirite? Want me to talk to their spirits for you? Probably won't tell you what happened, spirits are dicks like that, you know how it is, you've seen sixty minutes.' Oh, yes, Ben was sure that would turn out just peachy, 'want me to just handcuff myself or do you wanna break out that pepper spray first to give me a good dousing?'

Even still, Ben couldn't shake off the feeling and maybe, just maybe, 'maybe tomorrow' might actually happen. His phone vibrated and Ben jumped on the chance to divert his attention away from the feeling in the pit of his stomach, it was nothing as it normally was, just a check of confirmation that his 'show' would be going on in two days as planned, which as far as Ben knew, would be. Nothing like lying in front of millions of people over the internet and raking in profits to get the blood rushing. Why was it over the internet though? Ben wasn't a fan of crowds, but when he was in work mode, he became another person yet he just never left this town. Conventions, 'honors', even the idea of moving, he'd pack and get ready to leave but end up just staring at his luggage as the clock slowly ticked away as if he just couldn't control it. As if something chained him to this place, what it could be Ben had no idea. Closest thing he had to a friend was his blood sucking lawyer, the only family was his uncle who thought hugs were given through a stiff back hand, and it wasn't like many in this town wouldn't glad to not have to worry about a glasses covered face just staring at them as they talked with their friends... Why was he still here?

The thought crawled through his mind as he sat at the entrance of his workshop, on his father's stool, the light flickering behind him, alone in his empty yard.

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Fear mongering. That's all the mayor was doing. She was telling people to stay inside to bring down crime and brag about how safe his town was. There was no beast that could scare Chad. In fact he almost wanted a beast to come charging at him. It would be wrestled to the ground for sport. Chad was still at the gym as the sun was coming down. His mind had turned to the buddy system the mayor proposed. The trainer would be ignoring it, of course. The only time he would ever ask for a 'buddy' to accompany him somewhere was if him and Fang were going somewhere already. No, Chad was the embodiment of manliness and needed no extra protection.

The man with the body of a greek god was currently staring at himself in the mirror of the gym. There was nothing more intoxicating and rewarding then watching himself curl weights. Watching his biceps ripple and strain under the weight. The few females still left in the gym were of course, staring just as hard as he was. It was a rush knowing you looked this good. Five more. He willed his muscles to respond. The thought of his gains while doing this was spurring him on. Once the set was complete he dropped the weights onto the ground and let out a loud "Whooo! That's what I'm talking about." He loved that soreness in his muscles. That could only mean his body was rebuilding itself to be better.

The physical fitness Messiah flexed his sore muscles in the mirror. He pointed to one of the girls staring at him, while still flexing, and winked. "That last one was for you." She swooned. Of course she did. How could you look at him and not be immediately attracted? Chad would have bench pressed her just for show if he had time. "You ladies keep at it. You look good." He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and disappeared into the locker room. He took a quick shower just to get all the sweat off him. Once he was out he dressed in a black muscle shirt, because of course he did, and some sweatpants. Standard post workout getup. On his way out he saw the girls that had been watching them earlier. They were still staring at him. He didn't blame them, he found it endearing. Wanting what they could never had. To reward their gaze he hit them with another flex.

Once Chad stepped out of the gym cool night air helped his warm muscles relax. He loved the cold weather. Coming out of the gym into it was one of the best sensations. The modern day Adonis had nothing better to do so he decided to go kill some time at the bar. As much as he wished he could, he could not spend his entire day at the gym. He had to give other men at least a little chance. The bar wasn't a terribly far walk from where the gym was, which was probably a bad thing. Chad found that whatever a gym was near tempted the people just getting out of a workout. But maybe the food places knew that. 'Just finished a solid workout? Awesome come to the pizza place right next door and ruin all that hard work.' The thought made the gym rat roll his eyes.

The peak of human masculinity took a moment to fix his hair in the window of a nearby business. Once Chad was sure he was looking his finest he walked into the bar. Just kidding, that's now how Chad rolls. The attention lover nearly kicked the door open, causing it to slam back against the wall. He stepped in with his arms outstretched, a god gracing the commoners with his presence. "Good evening ladies and gentleman! Chad has arrived." The perfect man's eyes eventually landed on the object of his desire. For the moment anyway.

"There she is!" He crossed the distance easily and scooped up Arianna in one of his massive arms. "My two favorite girls!" His other arm wrapped around the girl that had spoken to Arianna. He lifted the two girls effortlessly with his arms around their waist. "Arianna! As beautiful as ever. And..." He looked over to the other girl and tilted his head. "Who are you? Chad does not remember you. But that is okay!" Chad gave a loud laugh, the kind where he tilted his head back and his chest heaved. "Any beautiful woman is always welcome on my arm! You're welcome!"


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[jasmyn]

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[div class=title]liam locksley | robin hood | outfit[/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Liam was in the back office of the building, a small space that contained a desk, file cabinet and some boxes, when he heard some commotion in the front. It sounded like glass breaking and he normally wouldn't be concerned due to the fact that it was a bar and people dropped glasses a lot. In light of recent events in town though, he decided to get up and check it out. He shoved the papers back into the file cabinet and locked it up before walking out of the office and towards the front where he had heard the noise. As expected it was some broken bottles and someone was already cleaning the mess. "Here. Let me." he offered, taking the broom and telling the girl to go ahead and get back to serving customers. He swept up what was left of the glass, cleaned up the liquid and put down a wet floor sign. He couldn't afford to get sued for someone breaking a bone. Well, technically he could but he didn't wanna deal with all that. He handed the broom off to a random employee and walked over to the bar to pour himself a drink. The amber liquid filled the glass just as Chad waltzed in very loudly announcing his arrival as if anyone cared aside from the random ladies that swooned over him. Liam didn't understand it but to each their own. He rolled his eyes and knocked back the whiskey, placing the glass on the bar. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; info. | tags; info. [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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Mood: "Maybe this time...?"
Location: ice cream shoppe

CADE​

Cade didn't mean to drive in the direction of the ice cream shoppe. The Frozen Spoon was closing down for the night; he could tell because the lights were off. But since he was here, he might as well stop in and see Ivy, right? That is, if she wanted to see him. Cade was thoroughly confused when it came to Ivy. She seemed to be the only female around who was immune to his charm. And that's right-- he had alot of it. Not that he'd slept his way through Storybrooke or anything- not for lack of trying, either. He was a bit of a player, and possibly known for being such. But that wasn't his fault. He wasn't ready to get serious with anyone, and most people didn't care enough about his past to even bother asking.

Shrugging, he pulled his motorcycle into the empty parking lot of The Frozen Spoon, glancing around the darkened parking lot to make sure he truly was alone before shutting the bike off and dismounting. The sun had just set a short time ago, but the animal attacks were no joke. Even Cade wasn't stupid enough to go out after dark alone unless he had to. It was practically a death sentence.

Not that he was afraid.

Removing his helmet and running his hand through his hair, he started towards the shop. Peering into the dark shop through the window, he sure hoped that Ivy hadn't left yet on her own. Heading for the door, he rapped on it a few times, definitely loud enough to get her attention. Hopefully not loud enough to scare her.

"Ivy!" He called, hoping she'd hear him and realize who it was. "I was hoping my favorite ice cream shop would be open! I could use some rocky road on this rocky road..." He chuckled at his own joke, not caring that it wasn't a great one. Maybe it'd make her laugh and realize that he wasn't such a bad guy. Truthfully, she'd never treated him like that, unlike alot of this town. But she'd also never agreed to go out on a date with him, which puzzled him.

He knocked again, softer this time. "Ivy, I just wanted to know if you wanted a ride home."

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[jasmyn]

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[div class=title]ivy winters | elsa | outfit[/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] It was closing time and Ivy was just making sure everything was secure when she heard tapping on the window of her ice cream parlor. She jumped a little, the noise startling her but she immediately recognized the voice that accompanied it as Cade. She let out a sigh of relief that it was just him. The whole town was on edge with these random attacks and for good reason. The Mayor chalked it up to animal attacks but Ivy couldn't help but wonder what kind of beast was capable of such nasty killings in Storybrooke. They'd never had this problem before so it was just strange and terrifying. Ivy instinctively scooped some rocky road ice cream into a container and grabbed her keys before heading for the door. As she opened it, she held the container out for him with a smile. "You're lucky I'm giving you this after such a bad joke," she teased, closing the door and locking up. She looked at him when he offered a ride and shook her head. "On that thing? I don't think so," she motioned to his motorcycle. She'd never been on one and she didn't plan on doing so now, but she found it very kind of him to offer. She liked Cade, he was a charming guy and although he was always flirting with her he never was disrespectful or crossed the line and she admired that. She had rejected him time and time again because she knew of his player status and refused to be another tally mark but she did enjoy his friendship. "I drove today. I didn't wanna risk it with all the attacks," she admitted as she walked towards the light blue car parked on the street. The attacks had mostly been on animals but the most recent one was a man. He had been ripped to shreds, limb by limb, she was told that it was very gruesome. She was just about to open her car door when she noticed it had not only one but two flat tires. "Shit." she muttered, spinning back around to face him. "That ride still available. Looks like I'll have to be getting over my fear of motorcycles tonight." she said, biting down on her bottom lip nervously. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; cade (scar). | tags; apolla [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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Demetria immediately realized why she didn't really enjoy the bar all that much. Or any public place with a lot of people really. The sharp smells were all too strong and the sounds just a bit too loud. The only redeeming factor was that her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and kept a sharp headache away. Ever since she was a little girl, Demi had issues with her senses being easily overwhelmed. No one really could figure out why, and most people from her childhood didn't really care either. It was just another factor that pushed her more towards isolation, something that she had told herself she enjoyed. But the truth was no one actually enjoyed being entirely alone. A glass of clear, slightly bubbly liquid garnished with a twist of lime was sat on the coaster in front of her. Demetria glanced at the bartender and offered them a tight smile of thanks, bringing the cocktail to her lips to take a sip. It was strong, bitter, and sour, which was just the way she liked it. She ignored the loud voices of others entering the bar, but paused when a familiar face caught her eye. Demi raised her glass slightly and nodded a 'hello' to Liam but said nothing, not wanting to interrupt him while he worked. Surprisingly, the bar owner was one of the few people in Storybrooke she could stand being around for an extended period of time. They had a few similar interests, and he was rather easy to talk to. Nevertheless, Demetria preferred to keep her guards up. Just in case. The brunette veterinarian nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice sounded from the seat next to her at the bar. Glancing over, she found a somewhat familiar blonde man there, one Demi recognized as the town's psychologist, David. She returned the nod as a greeting, taking another sip from her drink. The liquid nearly got caught in her throat at his question, leaving a burning sensation behind. Demetria turned her icy blue eyes onto the doctor, annoyance in her gaze. "I'm a veterinarian, not a park ranger, Dr. Schriver. So I'm not really sure what you expect me to know," she said, the anger clear in her tone. Truth be told, it felt like fire was flowing through her veins, and she had to clench her hand into a fist to keep herself from overreacting. Taking a moment to calm herself, Demi turned back to her drink and said, "I came here to relax after a long day at work. If this could wait until another time, I would greatly appreciate it."

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S T A T U S
Mood: "Put... me... down!"
Location: at the bar

ARIANNA​

Arianna spotted Blake as she walked back into the dining area, and the blondes face lit up quite noticeably. Arianna absolutely adored Blake, and even looked up to her, even if Ari might not admit that out loud for others to hear. After dropping off a check and taking someone elses drink order, she paused by Blake's table, bending down to give the girl a quick hug.

"No need to send the brigade after her." Arianna glanced over her shoulder, spotting Liam helping the new waitress clean up the mess she'd made. "Ugh. Really? Crawling to him to help because she can't clean up broken glass? She won't last year long, that's for sure." Scoffing, Arianna turned her attention back to Blake. "What can I get for you, love?"

Blake didn't have time to answer before a pair of arms swept them both up. "God, Chad, let me go you ass!" Arianna swatted at Chad's arm. "Don't make me slap you." She threatened, knowing his face was his main sense of pride. Groaning, she sidestepped another 'hug' when he finally released her and made a face. "What are you even doing?"

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-Blake ( r e i )
-Liam ( jasmyn )
-Chad ( Lurker )

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Emily Daane
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location: The Golden Arrow

with: Liam and everyone else in the bar

tags: jasmyn

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The day had gone by slowly. So slowly in fact that Emily was sure that time had just stopped. This didn't happen often, but when it did it made her very fidgety. If time were going to stop she sure wasn't going to be stuck at work. If she could have it her way, she would be having tea with Mrs. Flufferton and Baxter, her two favorite stuffed animals she had had since she was a kid. Yes, if time did stop that's exactly where she would be. Perhaps even Liam would join her! She hadn't seen her friend in a long time now that she thought about it. Maybe it had only been a few days, but it felt like weeks for her. She knew they were both very busy with work and tea parties (Maybe the latter was mostly her), but she found herself missing him very much.

The young woman decided then that she would go to the Golden Arrow and visit him after work. Glancing at the clock, she sighed in relief as she realized there was only 20 minutes left of her shift. Getting busy would sure help the time start back up, so that's exactly what she did. She spent the last few minutes of her shift cleaning teapots and serving the two customers who had come in at that time. The shop wasn't very popular with the people of Storybrooke. Not that they hated it, but the location was set far away from the more popular places like Liam's bar, so people didn't usually come down here. It was fine by Emily though. She liked to spend her time stacking the tea sets to see how far she could get without dropping and shattering them. Thankfully it had only happened once. She was very good at it.

Finally her manager came to tell her she could head out. Skipping to put her apron up, she walked out into the night. It was fairly spooky and uncomfortably quiet, but all Emily had to do was think about the warm glow and fun sounds of the bar and she was ok again. She skipped her way there, vaguely aware of how far it was. As she turned a corner something caught her eye. A beautiful garden full of yellow and blue flowers had crossed her path and she gasped in delight. Picking some she went on her way again, sticking them in her hair delicately. Before she knew it she had wound up at the bar. She walked confidently inside and accidentally almost ran into David who was heading out. She waved at her therapist but he only nodded to her. She frowned, making a mental note to ask him what was wrong later, and continued her way inside until she saw her friend cleaning glass off of the floor.

"Liam! Liam it's me Emily," She called across the bar, earning her some annoyed and confused glanced from the other patrons, "I came to visit you! Oh, and I picked you some flowers." She offered him a smile, grabbing a blue one from her hair and walking over to hand it to him.

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Konrad Weber

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Icy blue eyes followed the dark haired woman as she moved around the room, closely assessing her movements and making sure she didn't move to close to any particularly important items. While they were technically partners in crime with the curse that had been cast in the Enchanted Forest, Laurel still wasn't fully aware of his intentions. She had been fairly blinded by the idea of revenge against those that she hated, that she had failed to see what power could truly be gained.

Each item taken from those affected by the curse contained remnants of their magic. When harnessed together, it strengthened his Dark One powers to a point that was, as far as he knew, unmatched. That was what Konrad wanted: to be the most powerful magical entity the realms had ever seen.

Konrad was pulled from his thoughts as she paused in front of the case that held the wolf girl's ruby ring. He remembered that ring and the price the girl had paid for it, and the thought brought a smirk to his lips. "It does," he revealed to Laurel, pacing over to where she was. He watched her momentarily, assessing her expression at his words of killing the girl. There was something behind her eyes, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.

Impressed, Konrad smirked at Laurel's accusatory tone, putting his hands in his pockets. "As far as anyone in this town knows, Laurel, this is an antique store, not a magic shop. And, to be frank, the curse on the wolf girl is all your own, not really my problem," he answered with an apathetic shrug. Nevertheless, Konrad looked around the shop, trying to think of something that might counteract the wolf girl's transformation.

Turning his blue gaze back to the town mayor, he added, "However, for you, I might be swayed to help. I'll create something before that couple of days is up. But, I'll warn you, if the curse truly is weakening, her wolf transformations might not stick to such a strict timeline." With that, the blonde man moved back to the front counter, slipping into the back office momentarily to grab a secondary glass and the decanter of scotch. Pouring one for himself, Konrad glanced up at the woman and asked, "Care for a drink, Ms. Taylor?"

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Rosey adjusted her outfit with a small sigh, it didn't fit- again. great. She'd been in the back of the bar scrubbing dishes for a while now, and although hidden by rubber gloves blisters covered in pink band aids covered her hands. Not that they were all from tonight by any means, in fact it'd taken a considerable amount of time scrubbing, cleaning and whatever other tasks she was asked to do that they formed. After all the girl had been working nearly ridiculous hours as of late (or at least as many as they'd let her) trying to save money up, not to mention being eight months pregnant not helping.

Between trying to find and afford a place to rent, along with buying stuff for the baby, medical checkups and the general stuff like food she was exhausted, and although it showed, the girl never seemed to quite loose that cheery smile from her face. Finishing up with the most recent batch of dishes she tidied herself up and went back out to the main floor to see what else needed help being done, just in time to take in everything that was happening around her.

At the stools were Redd and Schriver chatting about- the recent animal attacks? and apparently not getting too far with it judging by the females tone. And then in the corner was Arianna, Blake and-.... Chad. She let out a slight shudder at the thought of the overly touchy guy before clicking her tongue and going off to clean up a table. Barely noting the wet floor sign or having heard the breaking of the glass earlier.

Stacking plates and glasses onto the tray she carried it over back behind the counter moving closer to the previously focused pair in an attempt to help the local vet out. "Hey David, what can I get for you?" she interrupted, trying to change topics without actually giving away her having been eavesdropping on the pair, a giggle escaping her mouth with a closed eyed smirk.
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David Schriver

Alice​

As soon as he had mentioned the animal attacks, David realized he had made a mistake. He saw Demetria tense before she had even opened her mouth to snap at him. When she did however, it was ten times worse. He shrunk back on the stool, his face heating up in embarrassment. He began to apologize to Redd, but a small voice spoke up and caught him off guard. He glanced over and saw Rosey smiling at him, waiting on his answer.

"I-uh, hello Miss Sparks. Um, no, thank you. I'm actually just about to take my leave, but thank you for the offer." He nodded at her before hopping off of the stool with his folder and heading out. Just as he stepped out of the door he nearly ran into Emily. She smiled and waved, about to say something, but David didn't want to stay there any longer than necessary, so he merely nodded as he had to Rosey and walked away. The air was much cooler than inside the bar, but he was thankful to be away from all of the noise and the smell of alcohol. It calmed him down immensely and suddenly he was ashamed that he had walked away so easily. Perhaps he should take a walk to forget about it.

Deciding to take the long way to his house, he took a turn that would take him past Konrad's antique shop. Despite David's odd feelings about the shop owner, who also happened to be one of his patients, he absolutely adored the antiques. The doctor liked to go into the shop on occasion and imagine where all of the items had come from. He knew that all items came with a history, and he enjoyed making up the stories in his mind. Although it was a bit odd, it was a way to calm down after a particularly stressful day. He desperately wished the shop were open now, but he knew it wasn't. Suddenly he realized who he had to ask about the animal attacks next. Emily had seemed nearly indifferent to the attacks, and Redd...well, he would have to analyze that further after he had gathered more information from others.

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[div class=title]liam locksley | robin hood | outfit[/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Liam overheard Ari talking about how the poor girl had to have the boss help her with the broken glass and rolled his eyes. He felt sorry for the new girl and although Ari was likely right, he wouldn't fire her over a broken glass incident. Liam knew she needed the job and he had a soft spot for helping people out. "Remember you were new once too, Ari." he reminded her as he walked from behind the bar. After making sure a few other things were in order he began to walk back to the office when a familiar voice grabbed his attention. He turned around to find the owner of said voice, Emily. He and Emily had known one another for a long time now. She was one of the first people he'd met in Storybrooke, that he could recall. She had always been kind to him and he returned the favor especially knowing that a few people in town didn't particularly like her. It wasn't that she was a bad person or unlikable, she was just a little too energetic sometimes. He liked her though, he thought she had a lot of spunk. "Em, good to see you! Thank you," he said as he placed the blue flower in his jacket pocket, making sure not to crush the delicate plant. "You want anything to drink. On the house, as usual." he offered with a grin. He was walking to the bar with her following when he thought about the animal attacks again and figured he should ask if she was in need of protection. "Do you need a ride home later? I don't mind taking you, it's on my way. I gotta warn you though, we close at two today." he said as he made drinks for both of them. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; arianna (tinkerbell). emily (march hare). | tags; apolla BippityBoppityBoop [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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[div class=title]laurel taylor | evil queen | outfit[/div] [div class=quote][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Laurel's eyes rolled when he very bluntly reminded her that the wolf curse had been her own doing. It was true. She had been hurt by Demi's lack of loyalty and comments on how Laurel would always be alone so she cursed her in return. She'd never admit that she did so out of hurt, instead insisting that she'd just taught the girl a lesson. Still, she and Demi were once friends and even she didn't have the power to erase those memories. "She deserved that curse. Besides, I could've just ripped her heart out, would've been easier and saved me the trouble of this mess." she said with a shrug. "If the curse is weakening, we have bigger problems than the wolf girl," she commented with an obviously dissatisfied tone. When he emerged with a glass and scotch she figured why not, walking over to the counter and nodding in response. "To us remaining powerful and keeping this curse intact, yes?" she raised her glass and let it lightly clink against his before sipping the drink, the liquid burning her throat. She wondered to herself what could even cause the curse to weaken. Konrad had Snow and Charming for safe keeping and neither of them could break it since they couldn't do that stupid true loves kiss thing. She thought they were the only thing that could break the curse and it made her curious as to a possible loophole in the fine print of the curse. Did he know of another way? Was he keeping something from her? She would likely never know unless he wanted her to. The powerful pair had their differences and their relationship was a very complicated one. Their respect for one another way obvious but so was their back and forth bickering. So although they were in this together, they both knew better than to fully trust each other. When it came down to it, they both put themselves and their own needs before all else. It's just how things worked with them. [/div][/div] [div class=details][div class=scroll3]interactions; konrad (rumple). | tags; MadiRaiCat [/div][/div][/div][/div]

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There was a loud thump as the instructor was thrown onto the floor. Fang groaned and arched his back away from the ground. "You know if you get much better at that I'm going to have to stop letting you win." The male student grinned and offered a hand to help the martial arts instructor up. This was a private lesson so Fang was dressed up in casual clothes. Just a black t shirt and athletic shorts. "That's all for tonight, Seth. I gotta head out but I'll see you in class tomorrow. And hey, if you see any animals just do what you did to me and you'll be fine." They shared a laugh and Fang quickly finished cleaning the room.

Truthfully he didn't have anywhere he had to be but he was starving. And where better to get food than one of his best bud's restaurant down the street? Fang slung the drawstring backpack he carried his things in over his shoulder and locked up for the night. Weeks of listening to Chad talk about the animal attacks being fake had gotten to Fang. He barely believed it was real. Even if they were real, if there was anyone in the town who could fight off whatever animals, it was Fang. The walk over to the restaurant was a familiar one. Blue was one of his favorite places to go eat after work. It didn't hurt that Noel always gave him a discount.

The restaurant was busy. Even for Blue, which was usually busy, this place was packed. There wasn't anyone waiting outside though so Fang figured it was the very end of the dinner rush. Perfect. He waved to the staff that were familiar to him and pulled one to the side who didn't seem particularly busy. "Hey could you just order me a fish and chips to go? Side of ranch?" He thanked the waitress and made his way into the kitchen just in time to hear his order ringing in. "And don't you jip me on the fish this time last time I only got two pieces of fish!" He joked with Noel and gave a small wave. "Hey man, what we doing tonight? My schedule is wide open." If Fang thought it was weird to just walk into the kitchen of his friend's restaurant and start chatting he didn't mention it. He did it all the time after all.

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