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Neal Cassidy

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Dec 5 2017, 05:29 PM
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The morning had started the same way that it always had. Neal had gotten the call to go into work, but, he had still made a detour to Granny's. He knew that work beckoned, but, he still wasn't saying no to Granny's eggs and hot cocoa.
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Neal looked out of the window as he examined the town in all of it's somewhat glory. For some reason that man Mr. Gold's store gave him a pain when-ever he looked at it. He didn't even know why, but, for some reason he had a hatred for that man. Not a fear persay like everyone else in this town, just an anger towards him.
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He looked away, shaking those feelings out of his head, and, gave a smile at one of the waitresses as they brought him his order, and, he sat there with the mug of cocoa in his hands for a moment. Neal had finished up his breakfast, and, then grabbed his jacket and made his way towards the garage.
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Neal knew that Mr. Tillman couldn't do everything by himself, so he was happy to lend a hand. He noticed that kid Henry walking with that woman Regina, who he strangely kind of liked, and, he gave a soft smile in his direction before reaching the garage. He didn't know what kind of jobs they would have today, but, surprisingly in a town this small, they had a lot of cars come into the garage.
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Reaching the garage, Neal took off his jacket, and, changed into the overalls that he was required to wear for this job. Neal hated wearing them, but, it was a rule here. So, after getting changed, Neal went to the desk inside where the jobs were written, and, he picked up the clipboard to see where he was supposed to start.
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Neal grabbed the keys from one of the cars, and, moved it into place, before beginning the work on it. Neal knew that it always felt too quiet in here, and, so he put on the radio that was in here, before he moved himself underneath the car and began the work on it that he had to do.
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<h2>Emma Swan </h2>
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Dec 3 2017, 10:23 PM
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<h1>You have no idea what I've lived with</h1>
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After the whole Horned King incident, Neal had insisted that they stay by each other's sides as close as possible. He wasn't losing her again, so he had told her that she was moving into his apartment, until they could find a bigger one together.
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Maybe that was how he had got talked into this thing, kind of a win/win negotiation thing. Neal had never really done this whole 'ball' thing before, and, that was saying something considering where he had been born, and, spent a good majority of his childhood.
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But, it was for Emma, and, he knew that. Neal knew that Emma could get him to do anything she wanted pretty easily. Neal didn't care that he seemed weak around her, he loved her and just wanted to prove that.
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Neal had no idea what this ball would entail, but, it couldn't be too bad. Besides all the money was going to the school wasn't it? And, that was always a good cause. It felt weird not really having the formal stuff here, but, luckily there had been some in his father's store.
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So, he had picked up a suit which he actually didn't mind. Not that he had been going out of his way to find a suit, but, his father always seemed to have plenty of them everywhere.
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Neal was holding his mask in his hand, as he just sat on the bed for a moment. The real-ness of the whole thing catching up with him. And, the memories of what he had missed out having with so many opportunities.
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He only came out of his thoughts when he heard the door to their room open, and, he spotted Emma come out. My god "You look... wow" Neal said, as he just stood there and looked at her for a moment.
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<h2>Emma Swan</h2>
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Dec 1 2017, 04:54 PM
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Neal had spent his morning trying to make a call from the booth that allowed him to send messages to the world up there. Neal wanted to just have Emma and Henry hear him more then anything, to have them know that he was still there, and, waiting for them.
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Say that he loved them.
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After he had done that, Neal had decided to go and grab something from this world's version of Granny's. Not that he needed to eat, but, he needed the comfort of the hot cocoa which is why he had started drinking it in the first place. It had originally started when he was vulnerable, but, it had become a favourite of his as well.
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Neal gave a soft sigh as he entered the Diner. Looking around, he knew that this place would never be the actual Storybrooke diner, and, when he looked out the door, Neal wasn't going to see the people he loved the most coming through it. That was something he would have to get used to.
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Placing an order with the Blind Witch who ran this place, Neal just sat in one of the booths, and, started fiddling with the zipper of his hoodie, something he only did when he was nervous, or didn't want to talk to anybody.
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Neal leant back in his chair, normally he wouldn't mind interacting with people, but, on the days when he made the call to up there, in an attempt to have them hear him, Neal just felt closed off, and, just needed some time by himself.
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So when he heard the door of the Diner open, Neal didn't even bother looking up, just kept to himself in his booth. It was probably just another regular coming into the diner, just as he was. Neal paid it no attention until he noticed the shadow of someone standing next to him.
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Neal had decided to take Gideon and Giselle out for the day, give his father and Belle some time to do things for themselves. Besides he wanted them to spend time with their future sister in law, get to know the other most important people in his life.
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He made sure that he had everything that they needed for the day in the bag, and, he had needed to help convince Belle and his father to trust that he would be fine. Neal wanted to make sure they still got the time to be together, what they did was probably not what he wanted to think about, but, it wasn't his concern.
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Neal had set them both up in the stroller, giving Giselle the unicorn he had bought her, and, Gideon the giraffe, before beginning to push the stroller along the path of the town, deciding to head to the park.
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"You know what, when you guys are older. I'll introduce you guys to one of my favourite books. You guys may like it too." Neal looked at both of them, before smiling and, just continuing to head to the park.
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Neal loved both of these two so much, and, was determined to be the best big brother he could be. Neal had had some practice in his life, being one of the oldest in the foster homes most of the time.
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When they reached the park, Neal smiled as he noticed that it seemed kind of empty, but, he didn't mind. Neal just sat on the bench for a moment, as he held the handle of the stroller in his hand and moved it back and forth, while he waited for Emma to turn up.
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Nov 8 2017, 05:59 PM
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<div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%;">With Emma working, and, Henry at school Neal decided to try and get to know his new step-mother. It was weird that they were two of the most important people in his father's life, and, they hadn't had a chance to truly spend time together yet.
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That stuff with the Enchanted Forest, the whole year was still fuzzy to him, but, he was sure that they had been able to spend time together then, but, it wasn't fair if he couldn't remember it completely.
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Neal had stopped by Granny's, and, picked up a tea and cocoa to go, as well as two hamburgers, before making his way towards the library. He didn't know if she had his siblings today or not, but, it would give him a chance to spend time with them too.
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He wasn't sure if she would be in the library, but, Neal knew that if she wasn't here, then he would stop by his father's house. A place he'd been spending a lot more time lately, feeling like he had a family back again. Filling a piece that had been missing for the longest time.
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Neal reached the library, and, pushed open the door, looking around for a moment. “Belle, Belle are you in here?” Neal called out, putting the drinks and burgers down on the counter.
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