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Post by NEAL CASSIDY on Aug 14, 2015 13:25:58 GMT
There are no coincidences Neal's short time in Storybrooke had definitely been eventful. It had been something that had made him feel strange as he stayed here, like he was drawn to this town for something besides Emma.
It didn't really hit him as much as it did before he passed Gold's shop that first time. Why? He still wasn't sure. He didn't even know who Gold was, but, there was this strange feeling like the building was calling to him in a way nothing else ever had.
He had set himself up in Granny's Bed and Breakfast, and, Neal had decided he'd need a job or something to allow him to keep paying his rent on time. Whoever this Gold was, it sounded like he charged a fortune to everyone.
Neal was going to take a gamble at jobs later today, but, his first stop was breakfast. He knew that Ruby and Granny had told him about the Diner located underneath the Bed and Breakfast, so he decided to check it out.
Entering the Diner, Neal looked around, and, noticed that it seemed relatively empty. But, he didn't mind that so much. Neal just adjusted his scarf and made his way to a far booth before glancing out of the window and watching everyone walk by.
He was so caught up in his day dreaming out there, that he didn't hear the door of the Diner open or notice someone entering it, and, stopping not too far away from where he was.
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Post by BELLE FRENCH on Aug 14, 2015 20:37:48 GMT
Belle couldn't help but marvel at how much her life had changed. She had spent the last 28 years locked up in a cell with nothing but the same four walls to look at day in and day out. She had spent so long in there she'd convinced herself she really was crazy. Now she could laugh at herself for being so dramatic. Belle crazy? She was too logical for that to ever happen. Since magic had come to Storybrooke Belle had been able to remember who she was, there was no more confusion, no more loss. Just contentment because she knew who she was and what her purpose in life was.
Belle smiled as she crossed the street, a spring in her step she made her way to the popular diner; Granny's. It had been a long time since Belle had felt truly safe and despite her worries about Storybrooke no longer being magic free, Belle felt certain things would finally be alright. She had him back. She was certain this was their chance to be truly free and to be happy. Magic couldn't destroy them. She wouldn't let it, she was filled with a surge of new found strength. Giving up wasn't in Belles dictionary, she would fight for her new life.
Pushing the door open, the bell rang alerting Granny to the presence of a new customer. Carefully stepping into the diner Belle strolled up to the counter, her blue eyes scanning the wall menu. She had hoped to make Rumple lunch, but after inspecting his fridge, she had quickly come to the decision that that would be impossible. The next best solution was to see if she could get something to take away.
'Excuse me?' Belle asked, leaning over the counter to talk to the waitress there, her dark hair falling in showers around her oval face. 'Can I get two sandwiches to take out?'
Belles eyes wandered around the diner as she waited for her order, the diner was rather empty today. She paused to smile at a man sat alone in one of the booths, as she turned back to see if her order was ready, Belles hand slipped knocking over a large coffee that the waitress had placed on the counter. Hot coffee spewed out from the container, over Belle, the counter and anything else in close radius with her. 'Oh no!' She exclaimed as she tried to wipe away the burning coffee from her hands. 'I'm so sorry!' She uttered apologetically.
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Post by NEAL CASSIDY on Aug 15, 2015 23:47:02 GMT
There are no coincidences He was deep in thought about something, when his gaze went to the scars on his wrist before his memories started flashing back. 'Worthless little worm, come back here.' Neal flinched as he came out of his flashback and back into the present. Those days were long past him, but, he wasn't sure what to do now.
Looking at the waitress as she tried to get his attention, Neal smiled “Oh, sorry.” Neal said, before placing an order with her, and, just taking a sip from the glass of water that was sitting on the table. These diners were a lot different then the ones he'd grown up with, he could guarantee that.
Neal noticed a young woman entering the Diner, and, he returned the young woman's smile. He normally wasn't one to return smiles to strangers, but, there was something about this woman that made him want to. She seemed friendly, and, that was enough to make him want to. Besides it wasn't like he knew anyone in this town.
He glanced back out of the window before noticing the coffee landing on him. Neal stood up and then quickly took off his jacket, and, then looking at her. “It's fine. Accidents happen” Neal said, grabbing some napkins and handing some to her before trying to clean himself off.
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Post by BELLE FRENCH on Aug 16, 2015 21:28:54 GMT
A smile spread across Belle's face, her eyes crinkling with a twinkle as she looked at the coffee that was dripping across the counter. She was so clumsy, she'd always been clumsy and Belle couldn't help but remember the cup. The small china tea cup which she had so ungracefully broken in front of Rumple. She had been so distraught. Hoping he wouldn't mind a little chip, but fearing the worst.
'Its only a cup...'
She smiled at these words. The words he had uttered all those years ago that had seemed so inconsequential. She knew too well it wasn't just a cup. It mean't much much more than that.
Belle looked up at the man who was unfortunately baring the brunt of her clumsiness. She couldn't help but smile at the comedy of her situation. 'I am really sorry' she replied taking the napkins from the man and attempting to dry her top. 'I seem to have a habit of doing this' she continued, as she tried to get the stain off her blouse. Her attempt seemed futile, coffee stains really were the worst.
She glanced back to the man, he was tall, well taller than her anyway, which wasn't too difficult as she was on the petite side. A small frown spread across her face as she realised she had really made a mess of the man's clothing, 'Oh dear...I'm afraid I've ruined your top...' she sighed, 'how can I repay you?' she asked, placing the damp tissues on the counter-top and sending an apologetic smile to the waitress, who was now moping up the pool of coffee.
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Post by NEAL CASSIDY on Aug 29, 2015 12:53:20 GMT
There are no coincidencesNeal noticed the coffee dripping everywhere, but, he didn't care. All that much. Everyone had their clumsy moments, even him. Especially him. He thought back to once in the foster system, he'd been with his only real caring foster parents, and, he accidentally broke a statue in their house. He had worried so much about them being mad. Just like any other foster parent, and, back in the workhouses, but, instead they seemed calm about it.
'Don't worry about it. It's fixable. At least you're not hurt.'
Neal couldn't help, but, smile at those words. Finally someone seeming to care about him more then anything else. That had meant so much more to him then anything else. Neal had also known it was too good to last.
Beginning to wipe up the coffee from the table and his clothes he looked up at the woman. Looking up at the woman Neal smiled softly “It's perfectly fine. It's not the first time I've been covered in coffee.” Neal said, as he offered her the napkins. Neal chuckled softly “It's ok. You're not the only clumsy person around here.” Neal grabbed another napkin as he blotted the stains on his shirt. 'Coffee stains were bad, but, it wasn't the worst stain he'd ever had in his shirt'
Neal could tell that she seemed shorter then him, but, he had always been a bit taller for his age. He kept wiping away at his shirt, the coffee stains were refusing to come off. He instantly took off his jacket, leaving it aside. “It's not ruined trust me.” Neal said, looking at her and smiling softly. “It's just a shirt.” Neal said, placing the tissues down and then taking another look at his jacket.
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