Its Too Late {open}

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In the midst of Damians all nighter shift at the hospital, he found himself going over nostalgic things as he gave people the anesthesia doses. Back to the day when the first curse was broken here in Storybrooke.

Damian sat up in his desk chair, glancing around the room. This was... strange. Just a moment ago he was just the anesthesiologist at the Storybrooke hospital, filling out some paperwork. That kid, Henry, had recently been brought in because he was poisoned but Damian wasn't needed for that case, the kid was already out cold. But... there was something strange about this moment. Damian could see the kids dreams. At least, that's what he thought he was seeing. He stood and slowly walked around the hospital. Everything was in chaos. People were calling each other by different names and embracing. It seemed as though everyone was having some kind of awakening.

That's when he realized that he was having one too. He remembered his powers, his conversation with Hades, his hate for the guardians. He was Pitch Black, the Boogeyman! He felt himself smile and lift his hands, remembering the horrors he had caused with them! He turned to the nearest sleeping patient and willed the black sand and his night mares to seep out of him. But nothing happened. Damian looked down at his hands and clenched them, hard. Hades. Hades had taken his powers away and sent him to the Enchanted Forest. Now, in Storybrooke, he was still that human that Hades had turned him in to. As those around him embraced and left the hospital to find loved ones, Damian stood there alone.

But what good was it thinking about that?  

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COUNT: TAG: Damien NOTES: none	This job was horrendously boring. Sitting at a desk practically all day, answering the phone, making calls, typing away at the computer. How did people do this all day long for an actual living? Some even looked like they enjoyed it! Like her snooty little superior. Mab had received a lengthy lecture about her clothing; how it was 'inappropriate'. The woman was just jealous because she looked like a hag. Still. Mab had silently endured her words and then put her magic to good use. Nothing overly obvious of course, no no. She just gave the woman a few warts here and there. Thinking of that did bring a smile to the witch's lips, however it did not help satisfy her current boredom. She informed the other receptionist that she was going to the bathroom. She just needed to get out of this location and move around. She made her way to different patient's rooms, poking her head in and seeing what she could do. Most of them were resting, since it was the middle of the night. And there were nurses lurking about. While Mab was hardly afraid of them, she didn't want to get caught just yet using her magic. She would then lose the opportunity to keep this job and keep causing a little havoc every now and then. There was one particular patient she did want to pay a visit to. The entire day, the woman had been crying; she had come in for a head injury and they had to shave a part of her hair. It had caused her to go into hysterics, now having a bald patch on her head. Mab couldn't exactly blame her. It did look rather hideous. So she was going to do her a little favor. She was going to use her magic to allow the hair to grow. And grow. And grow. And grow. It was a simple curse that Mab used often; making the hair grow uncontrollably and impossible to cut. She gracefully entered the room, having expected to see no one but saw a man standing there, doing something or another. His clothing indicated he was a doctor of sorts, or she assumed. Watching him for a moment, she smiled with amusement. "My, my. And I thought my job was boring," she said mockingly. She stepped further into the room, hardly phased by this minor obstacle from her performing her good deed for the day. "Now hurry up and do what you need to. Then scoot along little doctor." With her words she waved her hand as if she was shooing him away. Clearly, she didn't care about the hierarchy in this hospital. Otherwise, perhaps she would have shown him a little more respect and not sounded so, condescending.

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so the story goes

we never go out of style

Damian looked up from his needle and made eye contact with the woman. She was fierce, with a subtle beauty that Damian couldn't ignore. He could appreciate beauty-but there was something else about her that intrigued him even more. She seemed... dark, in a way. He could tell her intentions weren't righteous, he could always tell. he couldn't deny the aura that emanated form her. Pitch, his old self, could always tell when someone was carrying a hint-or more- of malice. Damian tried to re cultivate that in himself while reading people. and he knew in this case he was right. Although... something was a little off about her. Almost as if she had good intentions mixed in with the bad. Now, that was interesting.

"I can assure you I am not one of those doctors, Miss," he looked away from her, tapping the needle once or twice before turning it toward the patient and injecting the anesthetic. He took his sweet time too. As the already sleeping patient drifted into an even deeper sleep in preparation for their next procedure, Damian slowly removed his gloves and turned back toward the woman. "Can I help you with something?"

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COUNT: TAG: Damien NOTES: none	He seemed calm, unfazed by her presence. That annoyed her indeed. It was a good thing he was easy on the eyes otherwise she would have most likely thrown something at him at this point. But she had managed to refrain... so far. He nonchalantly spoke and then returned to his work. "Really now?" She asked, somewhat sarcastic, feigning interest. "And what makes you so different from the rest?" Her interest was feigned, because he looked normal. A normal doctor doing his normal job. Yet his tone seemed genuine enough, as if he was hinting that there was something that set him apart. Whatever the case, Mab was here to have some fun and meddlesome doctors was not her idea of a good time. And his next question further revealed the obstacle she would be faced with by his presence. "Actually... there is," she began to say. Her tone and demeanour changed, a seductive smile on her lips. She began to walk up to him, emphasizing the sway of her hips during the short little walk, until she was standing right in front of him. She placed her index finger on his lips, letting it trail down his chin, and neck, slowly grazing down his chest as he eyes followed her actions. Her finger paused on his chest, though her eyes kept looking down, and down. She then refocused her eyes on his face, a sultry smile still in place. She leaned forward toward him, invading whatever this concept of person space was. "You can..." She began to say as if about to change the dynamic. Which she did, yet again. "Go away!" She suddenly finished, giving him a push. Now she wasn't very physically strong, so had no idea how much it would actually affect the man. But she could at least try... or at least make what she wanted clear. And that was for him to leave.

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so the story goes

we never go out of style

She was clearly not someone who liked being disobeyed, which made him all the more interested in her. He cocked an eyebrow at her as she questioned him, "Well... I don't heal people," he started his explanation and took a walk around the patients bed until he was on the side closest to the door, where she was. "I make them sleep. Granted, it's not nearly as fun as what I used to do before all these normalizing curses and what not," he glared at the thought.

As she started to answer his question, he could tell that someone was stirring inside her. Her smile was almost animalistic in nature, which only made him pay closer attention. As she walked toward him he didn't move a muscle, but he did notice the way she was walking. She was getting at something, this much was clear. She was trying to be sneaky about in and distract him. But Pitch was not so easily swayed by women.

When she reached him, grazing him with her index fingers, he held his ground. He watched her, however, waiting to see what this sudden and strange woman would do next. He had to admit, he didn't mind this kind of attention, even though he knew that she couldn't mean any of it. As she popped his personal bubble, her sultry voice was close to his face now. He cocked an eyebrow at her as her mood changed, once again, and she gave him a slight push.

He laughed as his body swayed a little from the push, but only because he let it. "I can do that, easily, but I can't deny I'm intrigued by what your plans are here," He didn't leave but simply side stepped away so that she could see the patient clearly.