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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 22:15:00 GMT
Marguerite did two things when she needed to think. She went running or she went shopping. Today, she chose running. She thought about that moment when she realized that her sister was the theater instructor at the High School where Marguerite coached Volleyball. She wasn't technically a teacher, so she rarely saw the school staff. But still... Angel had been under her nose the entire time they were in Storybrooke and she didn't even know it. Marguerite didn't let their paths cross just yet... she wanted to talk to Angel, she really did, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to face the truth yet.
It hadn't been long since the curse was broken. Maybe a few days, maybe one. Time felt strange right now. All she knew was that it had been years seen her twin had left. Marguerite had a lot to apologize for from the years when Angel was around and the years when she was gone. Marguerite stopped for a moment, stretching her calves with her hands placed against the wall of the building beside her.
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Post by Jefferson on Jan 30, 2015 14:57:31 GMT
holding conflicting realities in If one more person threatened to lock him in a room until he could make a portal through the means of a hat... Jefferson was going to go insane. Then again, it may already be too late for that as his sanity was surely in question. For the time being however, he was fleeing from none other than Prince James himself. After demanding that he make a hat to bring back his daughter and wife, Jefferson had made a run for it. The Mad Hatter had been trapped in the car ever since his accident and ode to his joy that the first thing he heard was orders.
Make me a portal! Do this! Do that! I will lock you up until you do! It was hardly an original threat. He'd heard it many times before. Right now however, his concern was not with whether Emma and Snow got back to Storybrooke. He only ever had one care and that was his daughter. He wasn't going to let anyone else lock him up, thus separating him from her. He hadn't seen her yet, not since the curse was broken. Her memories would have returned but he felt fearful of what would happen ifs he saw him. Would she hate him? Resent him? Should he pull her from the family she was currently with?
As he ran down the street, he quickly turned the corner of a building, causing him to collide with a random, unfamiliar woman. The collision caused them both to fall to the ground, as Jefferson quickly scrambled to his hands and knees. He brought his index finger to his lips, indicating for her not to say anything, not wanting her to voice her surprise in an overly loud voice for it would risk discovery. He peeked out from behind the corner of the building, seeing no one had been following him. Good. He managed to lose the former prince. Most excellent. Letting out a heavy breath of relief mixed in with irritation, he finally rose to his feet, looking at the woman he had collided into and offered his hand to help her up. It was after all the polite thing to do he supposed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 16:24:29 GMT
Suddenly someone was crashing into Marguerite and she tumbled to the ground. She almost cried out but before she could the person who had knocked her down was on his hands and knees and shushing her with his finger. What... what was he hiding from? She pushed herself to a sitting position and nodded her head, may as well help the guy out if he didn't want to be discovered, right? Maybe he was running from something. Maybe she should be running too.
She stayed on the ground as he peaked around the side of the building, waiting to see what the verdict was. At his breath of relief, she assumed they were safe. She took his hand as he offered it, letting him pull her to stand. When she spoke, she kept her voice low, "Is something wrong?" she asked, leaning in close to the man in order to make sure that she didn't have to talk too loud.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 15, 2015 13:04:21 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Luckily, she had agreed to his silent urging to not speak. Once he helped her up, she asked him if something was wrong. Oh what a question. "Nothing .,, and everything," he began to answer. "This town, everything about this town is just wrong." He lifted his hand to his head, ensuring his injury from the car accident had not worsened. The damn acting Sheriff hadn't done much to help other than threaten him. Some legal system running in this town. "Don't you ever find that? That breathing in this town only leads to suffocation?" He knew the juxtaposition of his words, but it was how he felt. Trying to live here was stifling. He had waited for the curse to be broken for so long... but not in the way it had been.
He wanted a way out of here, a way back to the Enchanted Forest where he and his daughter could get their lives back. Instead, he was stuck here, watching her live seemingly happily with another family. Regina really knew the art of torture and how to inflict pain on another. He turned to the stranger he had collided into, eying her quickly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Because as bitter as he was with many people, he still had some politeness left in him. And this woman -- as far as he knew -- had done nothing to him. So perhaps he should appear a little more considerate as to whether he caused her physical harm.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 20:00:21 GMT
Marguerite raised an eyebrow at him as he said nothing AND everything was wrong. She stayed silent, however, and let him continue to explain what was going on. As he lifted his hand to his head she leaned a little to see what he was reaching for. His hair was matted together and there may have been a little blood. As he continued his speech about breathing and suffocation, Marguerite reached up to his head and pressed down on the wound. "Sorry," she started, for she was sure that the injury hurt and the pressure didn't feel good, but it was necessary. "We should get this taken care of." She said, making eye contact with him once more. "I'll be honest, my life is much better there than it was back home, but I can see that is clearly not the case for you at the moment?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Oh no, I'm completely fine. You're the injured one..." she bit her lip with concern and contemplated for a moment. Marguerite wasn't stupid. This guy was clearly running from something, something that would most likely look for him at a hospital considering they probably knew about his injury. "Let's get this bandaged though... I'm assuming you want to avoid the hospital?" Here she was, helping a complete stranger and about to take him somewhere out of sight in order to bandage a wound on his head that could have been caused in a million ways. But what did she have to lose, really? She had a lot of cruelty to make up for.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 20, 2015 7:38:14 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Feeling her hand on his skin caused him to slightly jolt back. It wasn't so much the pain that prompted this reaction, but rather, the human contact. She apologized though, and he let it go, not about to go into detail about it. It would heal on its own. He hoped. Which was also why he chose to ignore her suggesting it be tended to. The last place he needed to go to was the hospital, even though he knew Victor as they had worked together in the past. He wasn't about to jeopardize his freedom yet again by going somewhere that the acting Sheriff may think to find him.
At least her next statement was a good enough distraction. "This curse had been enacted to bring about suffering for most others." Most being the operative word. Made to benefit a select few and torture the rest. "You would be considered a rarity if it was the opposite for you." For him, it had been torture. He almost wondered if it would have been better to be like the rest and have no memory at all. "Which I suppose it a good thing, to know that more than just the villains found benefits in Storybrooke." Things were still settling down, though he imagined that soon enough, everyone would be settling into their lives here until they found a way to return to the Enchanted Forest. Together.
She was fine. Good. At least he wouldn't need to add any guilt to his conscience. He had enough of it there that he doubted there was room for any more. "I can't go to the hospital," he confirmed, immediately dismissing the thought. But, she wanted to help him? Jefferson was no fool. No one did something for nothing. He would have rejected her offer but the truth was, he needed to get it bandaged up. Between falling out a window and getting in a car accident, he supposed it would be wise to get this head injury taken care of. But he was not desperate. Oh no. He still needed to know what she expected in return. "I assume by you speaking collectively, you're offering to assist me," he began to say. "Before I agree to anything, state your terms. What would you want in return?" Money? A favor? Oh hell, it damn well better not be a portal hat! Just in case it was indeed the latter, he was bracing himself, mentally preparing to make a run for it once again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 16:46:04 GMT
She was right in assuming that he wanted to avoid the hospital. However, she raised her eyebrows at him in shock as he asked what she wanted in return. She didn't really want anything in return... nothing but redemption for being such a horrible person in the past. Yup, that's what she'd say. "Just some sort of redemption for my past. So, that means all you have to do is let me help," she spoke firmly, trying to prove that he didn't owe her anything.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 21, 2015 17:07:44 GMT
holding conflicting realities in A villain. Just the kind of sort he needed to deal with yet again. In his past, Jefferson did not often discriminate. He did what he was hired to do, and that was it. The only one that he considered to be a true villain, was Regina. And now the entire town saw her for what she truly was. There was some satisfaction in that, but it was hardly any comfort. For it did not bring back the years he spent apart from his daughter. "Well you know what they say; a villain is just a victim who's story hasn't been told." Whatever she did in her past that granted her this title, was none of his business. Nor was he going to ask. This life gave her a fresh start. At least someone was able to find that here. Though he wasn't sure he could leave her next statement unquestioned.
"You've started a new life here. Maybe that's all the redemption you need." Jefferson looked from the direction he had come from. He didn't exactly want to be discovered and thus, would have to risk her holding this against him in the future; using it to gain a favor. "Then let's get this over with," he stated, his tone emotionless; not overly rude but not extremely polite either. "Where would you prefer?" He didn't have his car so they couldn't drive to his place... not that he was comfortable enough taking a stranger there right now. He thought of the tea sets and gifts he had bought for Grace as he had been on his way to see her. Now, they would be left of a reminder of fate telling him that it was best he not go to her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 21:54:23 GMT
This comment made Margi stop for a moment, bringing her hand down from his head. No one had ever explained it to her that way... and that was exactly how she felt about it. She didn't know that until this moment, but it made sense. It made sense why her life was so confusing and why she didn't know who or what she really was. She hadn't even allowed herself to have a story... "Th-Thanks," she finally stumbled out, still wrapped up in the idea.
As he responded to her, she folded her arms across her chest. Was he not going to let her help? Really? But he did come around to saying "let's get this over with." which was as good as anything she was going to get, she was sure. She rolled her eyes a little, an amused smirk playing at her lips. "Oh come on, it's not torture," she said. "Follow me."
The walked a little ways, checking corners to make sure no one was looking like they were chasing a strange guy around. Soon, they reached an apartment building. She led him up the stairs and into her apartment. "Sit down," she said pointing at the kitchen chair as she left to get some first aid supplies.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 25, 2015 11:21:11 GMT
holding conflicting realities in She seemed to really mull over his words, speaking a stammered word of gratitude. He remained silent on the subject though, the one word of torture instantly distracting him. "Torture," he repeated. "No. No this is not torture at all." Her knew what torture was and this hardly compared. From that perspective, he figured it wasn't all too bad. Though the idea of what she may want in return still played in his mind, despite the fact that she assured him it was nothing. He did at he was told, following her as they reached an apartment building, and then went to the one that belonged to her.
As he stepped inside, he looked around, taking in the sight of her home and what it revealed about her. "Quaint." His word was not meant as a compliment nor an insult; an emotionless word to be taken however she wanted it to be. He then pulled out one of the chairs, sitting down in it while letting out a quiet breath. Hopefully, this would all go smoothly. It certainly wasn't how he intended to spend his day, but that was the funny thing about fate: it was often unpredictable. "Do you often invite strange men to your home?" He asked, without judgment in his tone. His words, like before, lacked any insult or compliment.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 1:11:07 GMT
When she returned with the first aid kit, she rolled her eyes at his question. "I don't meet enough people to invite them into my home," she said truthfully. Her tone was more amused than annoyed, but both emotions were there. She pulled a chair over in front of him and began pulling things out of the kit. She didn't warn him before putting the disinfectant on a cloth and pressing it to the wound. It would sting, no doubt.
"Very few have seen these walls. Although, I'm not sure if I'll be living here much longer. See I just found my sister and I'm sure we'll want to live together," she explained, not really caring if it was personal information or not. What did she have to lose telling this guy that she had a sister?
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Post by Jefferson on Mar 5, 2015 18:54:15 GMT
holding conflicting realities in She told him she didn't meet enough people to do so. That was interesting indeed. "Well, that's abnormally antisocial for a citizen of such a small town." Once again, his words weren't meant as an insult nor did they hold judgment... it was more of a tease than anything else. As she brought the cloth to his wound, he ever so slightly twitched his lip, but it lasted for a mere second. It did sting indeed, but this wasn't pain.
Physical pain could easily be tolerated. He had been through... no, he was going through far worse. Who would have thought that there was more pain found in something than being beheaded... as he had once been. She further explained that she may be moving in with her newly found sister.
"You should," he stated bluntly. "Since you said this curse was a blessing for you, may as well take full advantage of what all that entails." And a reunion with her sister, building a life with family, certainly sounded like an excellent way of achieving that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 21:20:56 GMT
Marguerite raised an eyebrow at him as he said that she was abnormally antisocial, but her face quickly grew into a smile. "Well have you tried to make friends in this town? Everyones either too nice or only remembers me as who I used to be," she chuckled a little. In all honesty, she was still trying to figure out who she wanted to be which made it a little hard to make friends. "No, but really. I'm just being a little shy," she said.
After she cleaned the wound, she started to work on bandaging it. It wasn't that bad, really, but it was bad enough that it needed some cover to soak in the blood and stop the wound from getting infected.
"I think I will," Margi said with an affirmative nod, "I think that reconnecting with her is an ideal part of my new life here. What about you? Are you planing to embrace Storybrooke?"
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