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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 Jefferson on Feb 24, 2015 18:46:47 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Grace gave another small nod, realizing that her previous shaking of her head may have been too subtle. She tightly clutched her doll to her chest, trying to figure out what the best thing to do in this situation was. Her eyes lit up when the man spoke of having heard someone calling. "My papa!" She exclaimed, relieved to hear that he was alright. "We were playing a game and..." Well, the man probably knew the rest. They had gotten separated, and she had not been able to find him. Asking her if they could cease being strangers so that he could take her to her papa sounded like a rather enticing offer. And his further reassurance of not meaning her any harm certainly helped somewhat ease her mind.
His name was Tarzan, or John. Some preferred one name over the other. "My name is Grace," she returned politely, sniffling a little. "I guess now that we know each other's names, we aren't strangers anymore," she said with a small smile. "So I think it would be alright if you took me to my Papa... please." Oh yes! Manners! She couldn't be rude now. Even if she didn't know who he was, he still saved her life. "Thank you," she added on sincerely, though a bit shyly as well. "Are you far away from your home?" She asked curiously.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 24, 2015 17:54:23 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Jefferson had been playing a game of hide and seek with his daughter, just like they used to. Being back in the Enchanted Forest with her was more than he could have hoped for. They may not have their massive mansion, but this was so much better... because he had his Grace. They were together, and he would rather a life with her lived in simplicity, than a life without her lived in extravagance. Unfortunately, their game had taken a rather unpleasant turn. While Jefferson was 'hiding', there was a large creature that had charged at him, one that he had been unable to outrun. It had thrown him well across a tree, and knocked him out.
When he rose back to consciousness, there was only one thought on his mind. Panic struck in as he scrambled to his feet. He may not know a lot about wildlife, but he did know that boars traveled in packs. Though one was plenty. "Grace!" He cried in, desperate to find her. He could not, would not, lose her again. He hurried through the forest, trying to find her. "GRACE!" He called out again. He could hear her scream and that only made his heart beat faster in his chest. No no no no no... this wasn't good.
Grace tightly clutched her doll, squeezing her eyes shut as she screamed out for her papa. The next thing she knew, someone had grabbed her and was carrying her off. Was it her father?! No. It didn't feel like him and it certainly didn't smell like him. She slowly opened her eyes and saw some strange man. She did as he instructed and held on tightly, tightly closing her eyes once again, too scared to look behind her and also frightened to see where this man was taking her. And apparently, it was up.
She felt herself flying into the air and soon enough, they were settled on... something. Opening her eyes once again, she saw it was a branch, as he effortlessly set her down. She was trembling from the trauma and fear of what had just happened and tightly held her doll to her as if it was the only thing keeping her from crying. Though she inevitably felt the sting of tears in her eyes. He asked if she was hurt... so maybe he wasn't going to hurt her? She slowly shook her head a small whimper escaping her lips. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke. "M-My p-p-papa says I shouldn't t-talk to s-strangers," she managed to get out, her voice catching from the threat of crying.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 17:48:38 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Jefferson was currently working on his latest order put in by one of his clients. His work wasn't for the need of money, but rather, to keep himself busy when Grace was not with him. She had a life here, she made friends that she enjoyed spending time with. His twenty eight years had consisted of obsessively watching her, not caring about anything or anyone apart from her. But he knew he had to find his own things to do... and that when she was with her friends, he shouldn't be over protectively watching her every move.
A knock at the door pulled him from his actions, as he set down the needle and thread. He made his way over to it, opening it to reveal Emma Swan standing on the other end. It was difficult to characterize his relationship with Emma. He was fond of Henry, as he had been the one to convince him to reach out to Grace.
That, and Grace was good friends with the boy. Which was perfectly fine with Jefferson. Besides, he would rather be on good terms with this mother, rather than Henry's other mother: Regina. "Sheriff," he greeted as he stepped aside so that she could enter. "What brings you here?" He questioned curiously, his tone indifferent to her presence.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 17:40:51 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Hats. Hats. Hats. So many different hats. So many colors. So many styles. Just, so many hats! Jefferson's residence was filled with them and yet not a single one held magical properties. Not a single one effectively held the same abilities as did his magic hat. And until he could create one that did, he was stuck in this hell. It had been long. Too long. And with each day that passed, each day that he failed, he felt himself slip from reality a little more.
His fingers were bruised, blistered, and bloody from his obsessive creation of hats. He seemed to have a growing reputation here as well for The Caterpillar wished him to create a hat. It was complete. Having just glanced at the oversized obese insect one, Jefferson knew that the hat would fit. This seemed to be his gift. Creating hat upon hat upon hat. Looking at his most recent failed attempt, he tightly gripped the hat in his hand, trembling with frustration. It was not uncommon for him to have an outburst and this seemed to be one of those instances.
He threw the hat to the side, angrily tossing a large stack of other ones as well. "Make it work! Make it work! It has to work!" He yelled out to no one in particular. Talking to himself was also not a rare occurrence. He kicked and tossed the seemingly infinite supply of hats, only freezing his actions when he heard a knock at the door. Oh no. What if it was the queen. Or well, one of her minions sent by her. What if she was to check his progress? She would be massively disappointed.
"Off with his head!" He cried out, leaping over the hats, causing him to stumble face down into the pile of them. He scrambled back onto his feet and rushed to the door, gripping the hand and he paused before swinging it open. He looked to the left, right, up and down, before his eyes rested on the most obvious yet last place he looked: the middle. It was not the queen, which only caused him to shake his head in a repeated tremble.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 17:29:44 GMT
holding conflicting realities in A normal person. He knew what she meant by that and he figured it was a sentiment that many in the town shared. Normality was subjective though. What was normal, really? "Who knew that anyone could be considered normal in this town of Storybrooke," he said in slight teasing, but with the utmost truth. They were all people of stories, filling pages of books that other's of this world ceased to believe in. Emma had been among them before her eyes had finally been opened up to the truth. "A child is the epitome of innocence." So it made sense that she, like most children, was naive.
"At least all your memories were sullied by tragedy." Like the death of her father. He assumed that was a rather tragic occurrence and one that had stemmed into far many more darkened memories. "Family is everything," he stated, hearing her speak of how she missed her sister. It seemed that abandoning family was something else they had in common... whether it was willingly or unwillingly. "We should always embrace it, when given the chance." Something he had learned after so long of keeping his distance from his daughter when the curse broke. It had been out of pure fear of rejection... knowing he wouldn't be capable of handling it. That, would have been the last straw and ultimate undoing of his sanity.
Happiness for him and Grace. He knew that Grace deserved it but he also knew that anything which had impaired her happiness, was because of him. The loss of her mother, the absence of her father, whatever happened here... ah yes. His daughter did indeed deserve to be happy and Jefferson would spend the rest of his life, making up to her all the mistakes he had made that cost her her happiness. "Most people do," he said, taking the phrase to a more general population rather than pinpointing it on Grace, or on him. He finished the last of his meal, and set his fork down. "That was delicious." A conversation change from him and his daughter, but one that held a well deserved compliment for the meal.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 17:12:05 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Grace was currently over at her... former family's residence. Though she lived with him, he knew that the family she had been with for the past twenty-eight years had grown fond of her. And she of them. He wasn't cruel enough to take away that happiness from her and hearing her tell him how happy she was with him, made him feel less insecure about the entire thing. This was however, precisely what he didn't want for her; these conflicting realities. Time and time again, she proved just how strong she was and this was no exception for she had adapted to the situation quite well.
Jefferson was currently making preparations in his workroom for her upcoming birthday party, when he heard the door bell ring. He raised his head curiously, not having expected any company for today, and Grace had a key so she need not ring the door bell. Setting his supplies down, he went to the front door, opening it and seeing someone that he never would have predicted to see at his doorstep.
He leaned against the threshold of the door, looking at the visitor as the memories of her last trip to his residence surfaced in his mind. "Well, what can I do for you?" He questioned. His tone was one that indicated he was not thrilled to see her, but nor had he slammed the door in her face. He did have some semblance of manners after all. Besides, whatever had brought her here... had to have been for a good reason.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 16:45:48 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Ah yes. The pressures. "The pressures tend to be immense for royals and nobles," he agreed. Their political status and upholding of appearances... well, Jefferson had seen first hand just how high the expectations of them were. "At least here, status means nothing." If it did, he would not be living in a mansion. Everyone was more or less the same, with the exception of their magical abilities which tended to set a certain few apart.
Hearing her speak of her childhood games brought a small, but genuine, smile to his lips, for he thought of Grace and her tea parties. Collecting her dolls and stuffed toys and having a party with them. As she didn't have any siblings, she had created her own friends. And Jefferson often enjoyed joining in the imaginative game. "It sounds like despite the obstacles, you do indeed have fond memories of your childhood." It was important to remember those, to never let one forget about the happier thoughts, despite whatever darker ones tended to overshadow them at times. It was how he kept whatever semblance of sanity he had left.
"And I hope Storybrooke continues to build happier memories for you and your sister." While he wasn't overly social, he also wasn't overly bitter toward those who had not wronged him. He did still have somewhat of a conscience, and as Angelique had shown him, and more importantly his daughter, nothing but kindness... he did want her to be content in this place.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 15:26:41 GMT
holding conflicting realities in That was good. Her and her sister seemed to be of the same mind when it came to their lives here, and how it was better. A lot of it seemed to be contributed to the fact that the sisters had a relationship here that they had not had otherwise. In that sense, he could understand. Family was important, and being reunited with those you loved, enriched one's life. Of course, not all family. It sounded like a good thing indeed that their mother was not a part of their lives here.
"This curse was meant to inflict pain and suffering on most, and benefit only a few." Regina, being the greatest benefactor of this curse. "It's good to see those select few who found a better life here, than what they were forced to leave in the Enchanted Forest." Because it meant that Regina did not win. Most everyone seemed to be establishing their lives here now that they remembered who they were and who they loved. While Jefferson was no exception, he also despised this curse and wished he had been back with his Grace in their real home.
She mentioned that the company was better and well, Jefferson briefly thought over whether he fell into this category or not. He knew t was far too presumptuous for him to ask, so he just let the thought linger in his mind, her later words registering instead. "Then it at least saves you from asking the question," he said with a hint of a smile, a slight humor in his words though they were spoken with the utmost truth.
He wasn't about to go into detail about his... situation here. Remembering everything, yet unable to do anything. He took a sip of his drink, finding it far easier to focus on her rather than him and his own past. "Did you perform back in the Enchanted Forest as well?" He inquired, finding it to be a safe subject to broach, or so he hoped. "Or was this a newfound calling upon arriving at Storybrooke?" He further inquired.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 14:12:45 GMT
holding conflicting realities in She told him that she would tell him her story and he was about to open his mouth to protest. Only because he did not want her to feel forced to, though the story started with ease and he wasn't going to interrupt. Besides, it gave him something else to focus on apart from the thoughts and flashes in his head.
He listened quietly, but attentively as she explained the truth about her mother and the murder she had committed. Family was everything and losing a loved one was the most difficult thing to bare. Everyone here had some sort of past, and their own share of pain that they had endured in their other life. He wondered for some, whether it was a blessing to forget and a curse to remember.
Allowing a few moments of silence to follow after she finished talking, he wondered what would be appropriate to say. Did she want to hear condolences for what happened in the past? Should he tell her she did the right thing by running away? Should he offer some spontaneous inspirational quote? What was deemed suitable in such a social context? "Your sister once told me that this life was better for her than the last," he began to say.
"Do you feel the same way?" He knew it was a personal question, but also one related to what she had been speaking about he supposed. A simple question, yet one that could be considered a loaded one. Either way, he had asked it and did not regret the words as he silently awaited her response, whether it would be to his question or a dismissive statement to change the subject.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 22, 2015 13:09:38 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Jefferson slightly cocked his head to the side when she answered his question pertaining to her sister. Apparently, Angelique had been the only one to run away. "Well if it is a story you would like to tell, then there is time for it." Jefferson was not one to pry, but nor did he want to appear overly rude in being disengaged. He often kept quiet about other people's business... the only time he had significantly interfered was when he freed Belle from Regina's imprisonment.
"She'll be excited," Jefferson assured her. He gave a drawn out nod when Angelique spoke of using his services. He at least found enjoyment in tailoring against, since he was making something different from hats. He had made enough of those to last a lifetime. He abruptly dropped his fork on his plate upon hearing her remark regarding flirting. He then fidgeted in his seat, realizing that he was unused to sitting still for so long. His eyes fixated on the plate in front of him, slightly shaking his head and nothing in particular, other than the thoughts racing through his mind.
A faint smile appeared on his lips, though disappeared just as quickly as it was formed. Clearing his throat, he finally realized he should say something... but what, was the question. He raised his gaze to meet hers once more. "Is that what this is?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little. Flirting. Such a thing was not one Jefferson had partaken in for so long. Nor had the thought crossed his mind... even though he was fairly certain that this was indeed a date.
"You don't really... have to. I mean, this can simply be a conversation, absent of any societal pressures that an evening such as this may call upon." His mind was flooding with thoughts and he did his best to force them back, to avoid saying anything that made him sound... well, mad. "Neither of us do this often. There shouldn't be any expectations." Right? Would that be easiest? Should he just trying to engage instead? Was it the normal thing to do to flirt with a pretty woman? Jefferson started tapping his foot in quick repeated motions, getting a handle on things. He really did not want to ruin this evening with her.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 21, 2015 20:36:50 GMT
holding conflicting realities in Eccentric or quirky. Those certainly had far better connotations to them than the word mad or insane. He then listened as she elaborated in response to his question, stating which kingdoms she had worked at. "Both palaces are rather extravagant." Among his many travels, he had of course ventured to these two kingdoms as well. "Did your sister work in the palace with you as well?" He had met her sister before he had met Angelique. Seeing as how they were identical twins, it didn't take a genius to identify them as siblings.
"Well I'm sure Grace would enjoy being in another one of your productions. But feel free to ask her yourself." Jefferson certainly wasn't going to commit his daughter to anything, but he knew for a fact that she would be elated to know that Angelique was going to be organizing another play. "And again, if you need any assistance with the costumes or anything at all, let me know." He may as well put his skills of tailoring to more use rather than just attempting to make portals out of hats. She told him that this was nice, that she enjoyed sitting here talking to him. It had been quite some time since he had heard anyone say that to him.
"The feeling is mutual." He wasn't going to lie about that, and while such words were difficult for him to initiate, he could certainly agree with them when he felt the same way. "To be entirely honest, I wasn't sure about accepting your invitation." It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed her company... he just had his daughter to consider and well, much, much more. "Grace managed to convince me though. My daughter often proves to be wiser than I." She was truly his saving Grace.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 21, 2015 20:07:03 GMT
holding conflicting realities in A stress reducer. Jefferson could certainly understand the need for that. "It's important to have a hobby. Yours at least has satisfying results." Cooking, or baking, something was a good way to de-stress for it was not only the process but the aftermath of creating something delicious to eat. "Without such an outlet, one may go mad," he added on, aware of the irony of his words... considering how some perceived him in this town.
Hearing that she did not do this often as well elicited a faint smile from him in acknowledgment. It seemed that she too didn't open herself up this much... something they had in common. Though he wondered what her reasons for it were. "There is indeed a difference between wanting to cook and being obligated to do it." This was the former and he was grateful that she had allowed him the opportunity and invitation into her home. "Which palace did you work at?" He asked, before taking a small bite of the food from his plate. She did indeed have a talent for cooking. It had also been quite some time since he'd had a come cooked meal prepared by someone other than himself, or an attempt by Grace.
No sooner had the thoughts of his daughter entered his mind, did Angelique ask how she was. "She's doing well," he responded. "She really enjoyed the production you put on. She continues to talk about it nearly every day." Despite his initial disapproval over the play selection, it had indeed turned out rather beautiful. If only Wonderland had been has wonderful as it was depicted to be in stories and movies. "Are you planning on organizing another one in the near future?" He inquired, taking a sip of his drink. The compliments over his daughter caused him to hold back a proud smile. He loved his Grace and hearing any praise about her, caused his heart to swell with so many emotions of love, pride and joy over her existence in his life.
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Post by Jefferson on Feb 21, 2015 19:15:27 GMT
holding conflicting realities in She told him that she had wanted to make the place her own and she certainly seemed to succeed in that. When she urged him to sit, he did so, seating himself in the designated chair across from her. Removing the cover, she revealed a rather delicious looking meal, the smell complimenting the sight of it. "It looks very good," he said, speaking aloud his thoughts. This, and a chocolate souffle. "You enjoy cooking, I take it?" He asked, wondering if she enjoyed doing this kind of stuff, or reserved it for nights like tonight.
She seemed to think of everything down to the beverage. He gave a slight smile as he reached for the grape juice. He was indeed not a heavy drinker... besides, his mind was already fragile and the last thing he wanted to do was further impair it. Grace may need him for any reason and he didn't want to compromise his mental state. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to be completely in control of his actions tonight.
"I appreciate the consideration," he said, pouring a glass of the sparkling grape juice. Upon her saying that she was glad he came, he set the bottle down once more and looked at her. "Thank you for the invitation," he said honestly. And since he was being honest... "I don't do this often," he told her. He didn't say it in a bad way or a good way. He was just telling the truth.
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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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