Nyctophobia (Zale)

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Cordelia only asked one thing of her manager. Please please PLEASE don't make her work until closing! But alas, on this night, she had to close up shop. Alone. Because the owners wife was having a baby. EXCUSES! No.. not excuses.. this wasn't his fault. He should be able to see his child being born. But now, she had to go outside....alone...and walk home...alone. She would have called Sky and asked him to come pick her up, or to at least walk with her, but he was in the throws of an exciting new relationship and she didn't want to be -that- friend who put a damper on their romantic evenings together. 

Cordelia didn't have that kind of luck. She didn't have a boyfriend who could come sweep her off of her feet and carry her home with his big strong arms, and his kind eyes and soft lips and his.... "Oh! Oh i'm so sorry!" She squeaked as she grabbed  a fish net, scooping out some of the very large mass of food she had just dumped in to one of the aquariums. "Don't eat all of that! You'll blow up like a puffer fish." She shifted her eyes to the side to a puffer fish who seemed to look offended. "I'm sorry Phil.. you know I love you." She smiled, and finished scooping out the remaining too much food. She then placed the net to the side where it belonged, and she began to turn off the lights. Luckily for her, the shop remained lit because of the lights inside of the aquariums. 

The sounds were quiet. All of the animals in the store were going to sleep for the night, and of course the fish didn't actually speak with words....so there was merely silence. She stared outside at the empty streets. It was silent out there, too. It would have been better if it was bustling.. But unfortunately, everyone was in their houses, and the lights  were mostly all dimmed. With a deep breath, she stepped outside, locked up, and shoved the keys in to the pocket of her jean skirt. With a gust of bravery, she began to walk home. 

The silence was eerie. No one was there, yet it felt like she had a million eyes on her. She felt awkward, and scared. It was so dark.. she hated the dark. Even at home she always had to have a night light in her bedroom to sleep properly, and she had to turn on every single light in her room when she would wake up in the middle of the night. She didn't do well at all..and she certainly wasn't doing well now. Keep it together, Cordelia... she thought to herself. It's only your imagination... or was it? 

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Z A L E    E L A M

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[presto] Zale was a night dweller. Nocturnal. Sleep was something he could indulge in during the day but at night . . . well, that was when all the fun stuff happened. Or the fun stuff could be created. Storybrooke wasn't exactly a place with much night life but he still had to find ways to entertain himeslf. Unfortunately the streets were vacant. Very vacant. He supposed it was nothing out of the ordinary but it was still rather disappointing. He was leaning against a brick wall in an abandoned alley way, one foot against the wall while his other was on the ground. He was planning on breaking into somewhere or another just for the thrill of it but was still deciding on where that would be. What was life without a little danger? Though if it were up to him, he'd partake in far more dangerous activity than that. A passing figure pulled him out of his thoughts as he watched a woman walk by. He cocked his head to the side curiously, poking his head out from behind the wall. Blond. That was all he could tell from the back of her. Well, that and the fact that the view from the back was quite nice. A smile crept onto his lips as he decided to have a little fun. He popped the collar of his leather jacket and put his hands in his pocket as he began to follow her. He purposely made himself appear more shady than he may have otherwise been, and he was intentionally being conspicuous. He wanted her to know that he was following her to arouse suspicion and perhaps a bit of fear over the fact that a strange man was following a woman who was all by her lonesome. If she stopped, he would stop. Making it evident that they weren't just coincidentally sharing the same route. He was trailing behind her. [/presto]

[presto] Zale Elam Jetsam Villain Nomad [/presto]

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The feeling of being watched was certainly one that was well known to Cordelia. She'd felt it several times, but it was only  paranoia. This feeling was.. different. She could have sworn that she felt the little hairs on the back of her neck standing up. As she walked, she slowed. Were those extra footsteps? No.. no, she was just doing that thing she did every time she had to walk around alone, and she was letting her imagination get the best of her. After a few steps, she continued to listen...those WERE extra foot steps! One way to find out for sure.. She stopped walking

The other footsteps stopped walking. 

She began walking again.
They began walking again. 

She was being followed!!

Cordelia sped  up in her steps a little. She had to think quick! Did she want to go to the Sheriff's department? No..it was too far away. She could be sushi by then! She could have ran, but what if they were faster? There was only one thing to do.. confront her fear! Taking a deep breath, she stopped, spun around, and pulled a pez dispenser from her pocket, trying to pretend it was mace. ..she had lost her's. 

"You stay back! I have...mace! And it'll burn! It's dangerous..."