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Post by leo on Jan 31, 2015 3:17:19 GMT
Leo laid on the cement table that overlooked the massive body of water behind the town. Laying there looking up at the sky as the clouds flew by overhead. While it was sunny with some cloud coverage, is was a relatively chilly day in the small town hidden in Maine. If it wasn't for his chest moving up and down, someone might have mistaken him for a dead person. He didn't move at all except for the occasional shifting of his hands or arms that were crossed over his arms. Finally, he had made it to the town called Storybrooke. He knew she was here. But Storybrooke wasn't exactly a small town. And Regina...the queen...brought a ton of denizens from the Enchanted Forest to the town. But he wasn't worried about that. He was formulating a plan that was going to take a while to put into practice. If he couldn't find her, he would have the 'heroes' of Storybrooke find her for him. Even if it was against their will.
Leo had just freshly dyed his hair a neon orange last night. It was amazing the technology of this land. He thought the ability to change things about his appearance nearly at will was pretty amazing. Maybe if his appearance was more elaborate it would help people remember him for more than a day. Maybe the technology of this land would help him beat his curse. Then he started doubting that. Taking a deep breath in, he tugged the sleeves of his black, pinstripe turtleneck sweater a little further down his arms. His pants were a pair of black, baggy cargo pants. A pair of black running shoes adorned his feet. On top of his chest lay a black device called an I-Pod. A pair of white headphones traveled from the device up to his ears. The song that was playing was humorously called, "The Wanderer" by Dion and the Belmonts.
As he listened to the song and watched the clouds, he chuckled to himself. Back in the Enchanted Forest, he was known as The Wanderer. He was an amazing thief and skilled assassin. Although, when there were no jobs to be done, he occasionally played as a bard in the local tavern. No one knew what he looked like, all they knew was that he left a tarot card entitled The Wanderer. So the fact that he was now listening to a song that used his moniker, he thought that was amazing. He hadn't been sure how long he had been laying there, but he didn't have anywhere to go. But he was getting thirsty, so he sat up and started scanning the area for someone to ask if they knew where he could get a drink.
Note: Located by the Docks
Note 2: He pronounces the I-Pod an ip-pod.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2015 16:18:52 GMT
Marguerite had bundled up in warm work out clothes in order to go for a run on this chilly day. She took her time getting ready to go outside, letting the day warm up a little before she started. Soon, she was running through town and down by the docks. She ran a few laps before noticing someone with bright orange hair. What a strange hair color! She slowed to a stop as he started to sit up, looking around. She jogged over to him, "hey," she said, sitting down on the cement next to the guy.
Marguerite was good with strangers, she liked making new friends. Well, now she did. Back in the day she was a little less.. kind to those of a different station. But there weren't any sort of stations here, so what did that matter? "What brings you out today?" she asked, uncapping her water bottle and taking a swig.
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Post by leo on Feb 2, 2015 3:42:21 GMT
Leo sat up, able to hear the music from the earphones. Or were they headphones? He couldn't remember what the sneezing guy called them at the store he stole them from. Sure, Leo had plenty of money already in this new land. He was still plying his trade as a thief in this world. He was also an assassin, but no one knew that The Wanderer had found a way into this world yet. So, no one tried contacting him to put in a contract hit on anyone else. Which was fine with him right now. He didn't need the money and he still wanted to keep a low profile. At least for now that's what he wanted. When he was ready to start his plan, that's when he needed all the important people of Storybrooke to know about his return. But that was the easiest part of his upcoming plan. The rest of his plan was going to be much more involved.
He was lost in his own thoughts, like usual. With his outer appearance, most people tended to stay away from him in this world. So he was completely shocked when someone he had never seen before jogged up to him and greeted him. He looked behind him to see if she was talking to someone else. "Uhhh...Hello." He said realizing that she was in fact addressing him. When he saw her sitting on the concrete bench next to him, he was even a little more confused. Her face looked semi-familiar to him. He had seen her somewhere before. But it was from the old world. He started looking through his memories. Had she contracted him as The Wanderer? Nope. She wasn't a potential target because she'd be dead.
"I'm doing well. A little thirsty." He said seeing her bottle of water that she took a drink from. "Do you know where I could get one of those?" He said pointing at her bottle as he hit the pause button on his I-Pod. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? How are you?" Leo said making a smile form on his face. He had practiced for decades at making the proper facial expressions to convey particular emotions. Wrapping the white headphones around the I-Pod, he tucked it into his pocket. He knew that introductions were coming soon which meant that he needed to give her a name to call him by. Not that it mattered. At midnight she'd forget ever meeting him. Holding his hand out, "My name's Leo." Her face was still bugging him...
Note: He'll place her face in the next post.
Note 2: Yay for finally getting someone to experience his curse!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 17:41:15 GMT
The man seemed a little confused that she had addressed him, which wasn't a surprise. She didn't mind the awkwardness, though, that's what she expected out of people who she decided to befriend on a whim. She often freaked people out with her willingness to befriend strangers so easily. She smiled with a little chuckle as he pointed out that he was thirsty and she just happened to be drinking water right in front of him, "Well, there are some at the store, but here," she held the water bottle out to him, "you can drink the rest, I was finished anyway," she smiled kindly. Before Storybrooke she would never have shared something with a stranger, she was not a very nice person back in the Enchanted Forest. But, she had a whole new life here-one that she really enjoyed shaping for herself.
As he removed his headphones, Marguerite turned toward him a little more, lifting one leg to bend it on the concrete. "Oh don't worry about it," she said, reaching out to shake his hand, "music is an important part of life. I can't be upset if you were a bit wrapped up in it." She smiled. He didn't look the least bit familiar to her. Though, she also didn't pay attention to many people back home. "I'm Marguerite. It's nice to meet you, Leo."
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Post by leo on Feb 11, 2015 6:14:20 GMT
Leo kept going through his mind palace trying to place where he had seen her face. And then it hit him. She had attended one of the last balls he threw back in his kingdom. Back when it was still his kingdom. "You know... I've seen you before in the old world." He said smiling. Obviously beside himself that he was able to remember her face. He would have told himself that hew as good at remembering faces...but he was good at remembering everything. Another part of his curse. The old world was what he called the Enchanted Forest. "I'm so sorry again. It seems I'm being extremely rude today. I'm just not used to talking to people. My manners seem to absent." He said intertwining his fingers together and put his weight on his knees, leaning forward a little bit.
"How do I know you haven't drugged that? Are you planning to drug me and kidnap me?" Leo said teasingly. He took the bottle of water from her gently and smiled at her. Twisting the cap off, he drank the remainder of the water and tossed it in a nearby trash receptacle. She was very trusting and very kind. Which was the exact opposite of what he remembered her to be from the old world. She was...well...she was quiet a bitch from what he remembered. Not to him or his soon-to-be wife, but to the servants. He had almost asked her to leave but his attention was drawn somewhere else. "I'm sorry about the odd question about the bottle of water. I haven't been in Storybrooke for very long. I..." He started to think how he was going to explain it. "I missed the first curse. I was in a different kingdom when it was enacted."
Leo was around when Peter Pan had tried to enact his own curse against Storybrooke. He had a plan to reverse Peter Pan's curse, but things worked out. They always seemed to work out. Somehow, The Charming squad always seemed to get ahead. Maybe the whole heroes get happy ending thing had some validity. Which means...he most probably definatley wasn't getting a happy ending. He had done way too many bad things to get a happy ending. "I agree, music has always been important. And until time ends, it'll keep on being important." He said with a smile. This definatley wasn't the same girl he met way back when. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet you Marguerite. Would you care to walk with me? Maybe you can show me where a good market place is." He said with a charming, bright white smile.
Note: The Old World. He finds a certain humor in refusing to call the Enchanted Forest by it's name.
Note 2: I could just see Marguerite in a beautiful pink fluffy dress.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 19:47:14 GMT
Margi figured that the 'old world' meant before the first curse had brought them all to Storybrooke. At least, that's what made sense logically. "You're not being unkind by any means. I'm sure that we've met before but I'll be honest, I wasn't really one to remember faces back then. I didn't really care to," she chuckled a little at the thought. She really as quite the snob back in the Enchanted Forest and didn't pay attention to those beneath her station, and even most who were in the same place as she. Her mother had practically trained her not to. But, Storybrooke was a new chance.
Marguerite laughed at his joke about kidnapping and released the water bottle into his hands. "Missed the first curse? How?" she asked, bringing a leg up onto the concrete with her in order to stretch it out a little. It was no good to just have a seat suddenly without stretching the muscles being used on a run.
Marguerite smiled as he agreed with her about the music. That was one of the few things she really had to herself back home. Her mother controlled the type of music she listened to, but she actually rather enjoyed all of the classical instrumentals. Though, here, she was finding much more modern artists that she enjoyed. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well! I promise I'll make it a point to remember your face this time," she rolled her eyes and chuckled at herself.
"Yes, a walk sounds lovely!" she exclaimed, standing up. Actually, now that she thought of it, she was sure this man had a woman on his arm when they had met back home... maybe that was something she'd bring up later.
notes: hehe well, she would have worn a big pink fluffy dress to a ball, most certainly.
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Post by leo on Feb 24, 2015 4:08:37 GMT
"I don't think we have. I wasn't anyone really important back there. I..." Leo started to say and than thought about his answer. "I just kind of wandered around from town to town. Doing jobs that needed to be done. I was working in a smaller kingdom on the border. One that was particularly known for it's silks." He said hoping that she would just chalk it up to his good memory. "Don't worry, when everyone was pulled over here, it was like they got a second chance." He said smiling a looking down for a moment. A second chance...That would be awesome. Unfortunately, as a cursed assassin with a renown legend, second chances weren't in his future. Sure, his curse could be broken by True Love's Kiss. But his true love wouldn't recognize him even if he did know where she was. A curse that couldn't be broken.
Discussing his past was always a bit difficult. The details of his past were seared inside his brain, but, it was always hard to put in words and not give too much of himself away. Not that it matters. At midnight, they'd forget about him anyways. "Well... Most people don't really believe it. But I was actually on my way out of the Forest. I was on a boat to a kingdom called Arendelle. Normally, the ship I was on wouldn't have been able to outrun the curse, but everyone was abandoning the ship. So, I started pushing off the cannons and everything else that was heavy. Luckily, I just barely squeaked by it." True, it sounded far fetched, but it was what happened. Because he had lucked out, he didn't get caught up in the first curse.
Leo chuckled for a moment. She wouldn't remember his face, but it was alright. He smiled anyways and nodded. "I would like that. You know why I dye my hair such odd colors?" He said putting his hands behind his back. "It's to stand out a bit. Everyone around here walks around so normal and..." He closed his eyes and then had an almost guilty look on his face. "...and boring. No offense sweetheart. You're rather gorgeous. But our dear Snow White, Emma, and even Mr. Gold just look so plain." He said looking back into the town for a moment before returning his eyes back to Marguerite.
"Wonderful." He said smiling and holding his arm out for her's. He noticed that not too many people did it around here anymore. It used to be a sign of respect when a guy offered his arm out for a lady's. "So, did your family come with you in the curse or were they left in the old world?" He said in an attempt to bring up some small talk for the two of them. Of course, he wanted to get some information out of her since she had been there for so much longer than he had. But still, there was no reason why he couldn't be civil towards her. He was, at one time, a really good guy. Beloved by his people. Now, if people recognized his face, they would know him as a cold blooded killer. Which actually wasn't the case. He was an assassin. Not a serial killer.
Note: She wouldn't remember him as he's been erased from history due to his own curse.
Note 2: I'm SO sorry it took so long. I've got some personal issues at home that are keeping my muse on lock down. I feel like a total ass for it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 1:05:01 GMT
She listened as he started to explain who he was in the other world. "Well, I'll have to agree with the second chances part. Because I would not have bothered remembering you if you weren't in high social standing," she rolled her eyes a little at her past self. But really, she didn't even know who she was now. She was lost in the transition between the worlds and between herself.
She let her jaw drop in awe as he explained how he had missed the curse. "You're right. That does sound unbelievable," was the curse really a visual thing that you could get past? She didn't remember that. Granted, she was probably locked in her mansion combing her hair and only paying attention to the mirror. She wouldn't have noticed it anyway.
She wasn't sure how to respond to his saying that everyone looked boring and or plain. That was the last thing Marguerite wanted to be, but she let it go. "To be honest, blending in can be nice at times," and that was true to. This way her mother wouldn't be able to find her. Granted, now she was feeling a little self conscious about having such a normal hair color... even if he didn't mean offense.
As he held out his arm to her, she laughed a little and linked hers through it. She understood that it was a kind thing to do, and she was actually quite grateful for the chivalry. "Well, I only have a mother and a sister... my sister and I recently met up," she explained, "But we're hoping my mother isn't around. Granted, that's probably not a probable hope."
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Post by leo on Mar 3, 2015 5:01:54 GMT
Leo smiled in response to her agreement. How nice it would have been to have a second chance. Maybe he wouldn't have made the same mistakes he had in the past. He would still be with the woman he loved. Now, because he had to cross Regina and the Dark One, he was denied his happy ending. "Well, it appears that your second chance is working out rather well for you. I mean, you seem like one of the few people who have actually taken advantage of their second chances." From the conversation they've had, and from what Leo remembered, she seemed very different than she was back in the Old World. "I have a question for you. Have you ever heard of the rumors surrounding a guy named The Wanderer and Blue Sarah?" He asked curious to know how much she knew.
A laugh came from Leo as she told him his tale was rather unbelievable. "Trust me, it was an odd turn events. All I saw was this large cloud of purple smoke billowing towards me. And from hearing what I've heard, I figured it was Regina's curse. And even if it wasn't that, I knew I didn't want to get caught in it." He said still chuckling from it. The Wanderer had eyes and ears everywhere. In all of the kingdoms and territories. A person couldn't be a successful assassin, thief, and blackmailer without information and spies. And Leo had built the perfect spy network. With all of his information, he was able to complete every job he had accepted.
He wasn't insulting her. He was more insulting all of the major players in town. Regina and Rumpelstiltskin used to dress so interestingly. And now they wore suits. Business suits. Snow wore baby blue dresses. Charming wore blue jeans and a tee-shirt. "That's true. It can be very useful too. But sometimes, it's nice to be different. And the best thing about it..." He leaned in to her a little bit like he was telling her a secret. "It's amazing to not care what other people think about you." No pressure. No expectations. No one thinking you should be perfect. Like he had assumed her mother wanted her to be. "I think you'd look hot with pink stripe through you're hair." He said laughing a little.
Smiling as she linked her arm he started walking with her. He wasn't quiet sure what had happened to chivalry in this realm, but he was a little old fashioned anyways. "Well, that's wonderful that you have a sister that's still around. And it's even more wonderful that you two were able to connect here. Were you close back in the Old World?" He asked hoping that she wouldn't flip the attention back towards him and start asking him personal questions. He was pretty good at avoiding questions, but he kind of liked her. She seemed like she changed from the person that she was. And that was a good enough reason to not out-right lie to her. But if the situation could be avoided, that would be preferable.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 3:53:32 GMT
Margi took his words in saying that she seemed to be working out with the second chance as a major compliment. "Thank you." After all, wasn't that what she was trying to do? Be less like her sister and more like Angel? It wasn't easy transitioning from polar opposites, but she sure was trying. She didn't even know exactly why she wanted to try, but she had made a choice at least.
At the mention of 'The Wanderer and Blue Sarah' Margi raised an eyebrow at him. "Erh... maybe? Were they famous musicians or something?" she guessed. that's what their names sounded like to her at least. Margi nodded in agreement as he talked about escaping the curse. "Well, if I saw smoke of any color billowing toward me I would generally run the other way," she added with a bit of a joking tone.
Margi wasn't sure what to expect as he leaned in a little bit, and she looked up at him with her big blue eyes, wondering what the bug secret was. When it was revealed as an advocate term for not caring what others think about you, Margis eyesbrows furrowed together in a look of concentration. That was exactly what she did every single day. How could you break that? Her furrowed brow didn't stay that way for long, however, for she laughed at his next comment. "Isn't that why it's called hot pink?" she said with a smirk.
At the mention of her sister, Margi smiled, "It is wonderful to have her. In the 'Old World' we were very close for a long time, right up until I chose my mothers side in something," she rolled her eyes at herself, "then Angel, my sister, left. But now we are closer than ever. She's my twin, you see," she added for clarification.
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Post by leo on Mar 17, 2015 5:35:04 GMT
A big smile graced his face, so much so that his pearly whites peeked out. "You're very welcome. At least I said something right today." Leo said chuckling. The fact that she was trying at all was an achievement that most people couldn't quiet say they achieved. People don't change...People don't change. It's a philosophy of life that he had lived off of for most of his unnatural cursed life. Well, people changed when change was forced on them. But a killer is a killer. A thief is a thief. An alcoholic is a drunk. However, there are some people that genuinely try to change. And that was worthy of an applause.
At first he felt offended. His moniker was known throughout all the kingdoms and quiet a few of the realms. He was one of the most of notorious assassins in all of the realms and she thought he was talking about a band. But, in order to not show his frustration, he chuckled and waved it off. "No darling, The Wanderer is a pretty famous assassin from the Old World. A real Legend. A guy who made entire territories tremble. It's even rumored that he was the only person who successfully stole from The Dark One and got away completely clean." He said holding his head up a little higher. He remembered that day. He even faced Rumpel and talked his way out. It was a moment of triumph. "Blue Sarah is more of a myth. No one know if Blue Sarah is a male or female or even a group of people. Blue Sarah doesn't do assassinations like The Wanderer. Blue Sarah gathers information for The Wanderer. And he, she, or they are willing to do anything to get the items or information they need."
But then he realized that he was getting ahead of himself a little bit. He was probably boring her. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to run on and on about it. I've heard a lot of rumors and such by roaming around. I was just going to warn you to look out for either one of them. They're dangerous and they aren't afraid to get their hands dirty." He said turning to face her a bit. He was still looking for information on his lost love. He figured that if he could paint a horrible picture of himself, protect her against himself, and gain some of her trust, he could get some information directly. "If you'd like, I could give you my number and if this guy bothers you, I could sweep in and rescue you." He said half-jokingly and half-witty.
Leo chuckled at her statement. "I suppose it could be that reason." He followed up with a grin on his face. "Twins...nice..." He said laughing a little bit and then realized at how that could be taken. "I'm not saying...you know...the whole twin thing..." He kept stumbling over his words. "What I meant to say is that it's cool that you're a twin. Two beautiful women in the world reconnected and having a second chance. You know, I have a little question if you don't mind humoring me." Leo said continuing to walk forward. Then they came to his favorite store in Storybrooke, the frozen yogurt shop. He looked up at it with big puppy dog eyes.
Note: I hate myself
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 22:15:09 GMT
He had a nice smile, that was something Margi appreciated. She had met far too many people who didn't smile enough. This guy seemed to have plenty to spare. Though, he also seemed a bit... listless and wistful. But who wasn't here? Margi nodded slowly, trying to comprehend everything that he was saying. She probably looked just as confused as she felt, for he soon apologized for going on about it. She chuckled as he continued and then offered to rescue her if needed. She laughed again, "Erh, that's okay. I mean. I'm sorry I don't know about them. I really was in a bubble back there. Nothing was really worth my ear, you see," she explained with an apologetic smile. He then went on to stumble quite a bit over his words as she mentioned Angel. She couldn't help but let out a full laugh at that point. "I didn't think anything of it until you started to make a fool of yourself! she joked with a large smile. "Thank you. I understand that it was a compliment and it has been received," she said slowly with a mischievous grin. She had to admit, it was kind of fun watching him stumble over himself like that. "Question? Sure," she said before they slowly came to a stop and she looked up where his eyes were pointed. She laughed, "we could go in," she said. -------------------------------- notes: bahaha don't hate yourself!! leo |
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Post by leo on Mar 27, 2015 0:55:58 GMT
Leo had a part of him missing. Which everyone had some kind of piece that they had in their own way. Snow had Charming. Marguerite had her sister. Emma had...well several people. But for Leo, not only did he not have his piece. His piece was seemingly unattainable. Even if he was able to find her, she wouldn't remember him. Which was a huge drag. But he had become exhaustively talented at hiding his grief. At least towards people who weren't paying attention.
"No, no. It's just a something I'm a little weird about. A lot of people think that he was just a killer and I happen to know that he had a reason for it. A certain fascination with him if you will." He said in an attempt to move past that particular conversation. He didn't really have anything in his own life, so his reputation was something he held onto with as much force as he could. The only problem with that was that he couldn't really tell anyone about his own secret. But perhaps that was another part of him that was cursed. Two people could keep a secret...if one of them was dead. Plus, who would want the stigma of knowing that the person they were talking to was an assassin?
He closed his eyes a laughed a little bit while he shook his head. "Yeah, as you can tell, I'm not all that used to talking to people. My social skills are a little lacking and putting my foot in my mouth seems to be the one thing that I'm particularly good at." He said once again trying to apologize for what he said. This whole making small talk with people seemed to be more difficult than he thought. "Thank you for being so understanding. It was in fact a compliment." Walking heel to toe with his hands behind his back. He took in a deep breath. "Are you identical twins or just happened to be born at the same time?"
In regards to the question he wanted to ask her, he raised a hand up. "It would appear that you don't like your mother very much. Can I ask why is that?" His reasoning behind it was that she said that she had hoped her mother wasn't around. He could find her and make sure she wouldn't bother her and her sister. But he was a little curious on the reason why. Plus, he was fairly certain that she didn't want her mother dead. Well, he was pretty sure so far. He thought about her offer for a moment and shrugged. "Sure, why not? It's one of the few places I actually know around here." Frozen yogurt, something definatley not available in the other realms he had traversed through.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 16:26:13 GMT
"Have you met him?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Really, the way he was talking, this guy could have been his brother. If he was so worried about it, then why did he bring it up in the first place? Maybe it made him feel better, telling people that this person wasn't really a murderer like everyone thought he was. Maybe this was a therapeutic thing for Leo... well, Marg would listen if he really needed someone to listen. She was getting better at that. That listening thing.
"Identical. Though, she has red hair... but the rest is identical," she chuckled, not bothering to comment on his lack of social skills. She wasn't that great either, unless at a high end party. All this every day stuff was not something she was used to in the slightest... still, it was a lot nicer then having to act proper and pristine when getting to know someone. It was a new experience, for sure, but worth it.
She contemplated his question as they turned into the Frozen yogurt place. She started to use the devices on the walls to fill a cup with the delicious stuff, biting her lip a little at his question. "My mother was... I don't know. She was a real villain, you know. She would be classified as such. I was like her little doll to play dress up with and push around. My sister was... well, my mother was very unkind to her," talking about her mother was strange... considering she was alive in Storybrooke somewhere most likely.
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