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Mar 26 2017, 04:07 PM
As she stared at this wishing well, Penelope wondered if it really had the power to make wishes come true. After all, didn't magic exist in this town? She dug a penny that she found abandoned on the street of her pocket, running a finger over it. Either way, she didn't know if she believed that a wish would change her life. For six years, not including her time in the Underworld, she had thought that if she wanted something she had to get it herself. Happily ever after was something she had to chase. There would be no fairy godmother for her, even though she knew winged ladies ran a convent in Storybrooke. Frowning, Penelope tried to wipe some of the dirt off of the penny, as if it had to be pristine and perfect. Wasn't that how wishing wells worked? Laughing, you had to close your eyes and make a wish before tossing a coin in, watching it sink to the bottom. She had to suppress a shudder when she peeked inside at the water, going so far down--but you had to be careful to not fall in, the stones would make climbing up pretty much impossible. Despite herself, a shiver ran down her spine.
Her thoughts often turned dark like this, a shadow that lingered on her heart and wouldn't leave. Every time she smiled she felt broken, like a part of her would never return. Staring down at the penny in her hand, she knew that she would wish to be fixed. She would wish to not hate the cold so much, even though she always preferred the outdoors to staying inside. "I wish...." she murmured, not entirely sure what words she wanted to use. What would other people wish for? Happiness? That seemed so simple compared to permanently fix the oh-so-carefully placed pieces of her heart, making sure they never fell out of place. Riches? It would be nice to be wealthy, she supposed. The days of worrying about money and food would be long over, but everyone whispered that magic came with a price. Penny also knew that she wouldn't be too keen on paying it, whether it would be her or her family. Childishly, she clutched the penny for awhile longer. What wish would be harmless, so insignificant to the universe that she wouldn't have to pay a price? What would be good for her if fixing herself was too much to ask?
A friend? Could a friend look past the fact that she had died, that she didn't truly belong in this world? Yes, they would. She had to believe in something, if not magic. "I wish...I wish that I had a friend." Penelope's voice was a soft whisper, though anything could have been heard when her surroundings seemed to be so still. Deciding to have a little faith, the teenager tossed the coin into the wishing well, rushing to watch it drop down despite her fears. Feeling a little silly and like she might break the side and fall in, she took a step back. Penny let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, looking around and feeling even more foolish when no one didn't approach her immediately, conjured up by the magic of the well. To be fair, she supposed, she shouldn't have expected it to work immediately. Did magic need time to work? A little disappointed, she settled onto the ground. If her wish didn't come true, she would have wasted time and a coin on silly hopes. Penelope hugged her knees to her chest, waiting and shivering a little.Jaq
Mar 21 2017, 09:27 PM
At some point, Penelope admitted that the only way to actually get used to Storybrooke was to walk around and explore. It was really odd, seeing living and breathing people that weren't the trapped souls of the Underworld. Penelope kept her arms wrapped around herself as she walked, her slightly shaking body a reminder that this was real. She hated the cold with a passion, every time she closed her eyes she felt icy water dragging her down. Soon she would be back to herself, she swore silently. The young woman knew that she couldn't hide herself in the woods forever, though she had to admit she liked the idea. The sense of adventure that came with her pretending to be a wood sprite felt foreign for a moment, and she let a slight smile tug on the corners of her lips. Would her mother approve? Victoria was one of the few people that had an opinion she cared about, though she was sure that her mother didn't care if Penelope never turned into a lady. Anyone that wanted a young lady who would sit and smile, merely looking pretty, would get quite an earful. That thought cheered her up, and slowly she began to feel like her old self.
As she wandered past the shops, she let her arms drop around her sides. No one could hurt her here, she assured herself. Never being the best person to listen, even to herself, she was constantly keeping her eyes moving. If anyone looked at her for too long, she'd quicken her pace a little. How ridiculous she must look, she thought. Her first chance at life was full of good energy, laughter and dancing. Now it was nervous energy, something she'd need to run away if someone tried to touch her. Paranoia probably didn't look great on her, but she didn't care. A lack of caution cost Penelope her life, it wouldn't now. If she died again, though, would she be able to return once more? Did the rules of death not apply anymore? Penny reached up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger, lost in thought. However, she ended up deciding that she wouldn't want to find out. Life would lose its meaning if she could simply come back again and again, until the gates of the Underworld closed again. Defiance directed towards no one flashed across her features and an old wilderness flared-- she would not obediently go back. Not when the sun shone here, where there were new adventures to be had.
Eventually, Penelope's quick pace settled into an almost leisurely stroll. Who should I be today, she wondered. A lost princess who was looking for a way home, or a young enchantress tasked with disposing of a wicked prince? Penelope chose the enchantress, who carried a breathtakingly beautiful hand mirror. The mirror, when used by its owner, would show its victim their true self. She traveled a long way, masquerading as a visiting princess and using her magic to take the form of a plain girl. Penelope started to dance a little down the street, pretending to carry the mirror with her. Penny happened upon a stray cat, crouching down before she spoke to the feline gently. "Dear prince, I'm so happy to see you. Will your servants show me to my room?" While she tried to coax the cat closer, she pretended that its black coat was the black hair of the prince. She held still, making believe that the prince was kind to her in public but as soon as they were alone he was harsh and cold. Penelope looked around to make sure no one was watching her too closely before looking back to the cat, a real smile on her face-- her guard was down, but only for now. She felt eyes on her and looked around again, eyebrow raised.
Mar 17 2017, 09:37 PM
Once, Penelope had dreamed of travelling the Enchanted Forest, finding her own destiny along the way. That was however, of course, long before her life was cut short. Now she was trapped like a bird in a cage, doomed. Penelope had wanted to live to a decent age after many adventures, maybe even find love despite the lack of faith she had in it. Some days she felt lost, like she'd fade away--which was impossible, and she even knew that. The same surroundings for what would seem like an eternity until Will came and she could move on would drive her mad if she was even capable of feeling crazy anymore. She wanted a purpose, something to pass the time. Not this emptiness, and even feeling empty made her upset. As she wandered around, she found herself wondering if the dried up lake she was found in still remained here, a dark reminder of how she was brought to the Underworld. No matter how much time passed, she felt shivers run through her body all over again. She was sure that even in the next life she'd hate the cold, avoiding frozen lakes where the ice could crack all over again.
Penelope shook her head, getting off of that track of mind. She tried to think about her mother instead, the beautiful woman she reunited with here. A tiny smile lit up her features, and her fears eased up. They both had long hair now, though hers wasn't nearly as long as Victoria's. She felt just like a child again, and a brief thought about them pretending to be queens of this shadowy kingdom crossed her mind, but she wasn't so sure if the true ruler of the Underworld would appreciate that. The still living Penelope wouldn't have cared, she would have laughed and done it anyway. The thought amused her, but only for a moment. Penelope twirled a strand of hair around her finger, getting lost in thought. It was a little funny, she didn't used to think so much in the world of the living, but here? She thought all the time, regrets swirling in her head and guilt making her heart feel heavy. Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away, as it wouldn't do any good to cry now. Crying wouldn't reverse her death, it wouldn't bring her back to Will or make time go faster.
Still, she ended up sinking to the ground. Penelope looked around, wondering if her mother was nearby and if she would come if she called out to her. Crying wouldn't change anything, but it would help to get everything out. The young girl reached up to wipe at her eyes, shaking with silent sobs and feeling like shivering, a feeling that was becoming much too familiar to her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see someone else, but she had to take a moment to compose herself. In the world of the living, tough and unyielding Penelope would have snapped at whoever it was to go away. This Penelope, however, took a deep breath and turned her head. It was a lady, who seemed nice enough. "H..hello?
Mar 15 2017, 06:59 PM
As Penelope took a deep breath of the fresh forest air, she felt truly alive for the first time. The cars and technology frightened her, everything in Storybrooke was painfully unfamiliar. Her goal today was to find the perfect and tallest tree to climb, something to get her heart beating with anticipation. She reached out to touch every tree, she would climb any that were decently tall in due time. They would be her new friends, whispering to her in her imagination about all the seasons that passed in this new world. It was clear to her that this place had been around for quite some time, but she didn't care enough yet. All she cared about was potentially finding her older brother, Will. How old would he be now? Had he grown taller, while she looked the same? All she needed was to hug him again, to feel his arms around her with the promise that he would not let anything else happen to her. Fallen leaves crunched under her boots as she walked, her eyes scanning her surroundings. Of course Will would be happy to see her, she wouldn't ever question that. However, she did wonder how he would react once he learned that she wasn't exactly the same.
Penny drew in another deep breath, realizing how much she missed feeling the sun on her skin, the feeling of wind in her hair. There had been no such things in the Underworld, and recently its ruler made it look just like this town. How cruel of him, she observed. It was a way of bringing its residents closer to any loved ones that might have lived in the cursed town but it was a gloomy version. Almost a mockery. Penelope tried twirling for a moment, feeling light on her feet. Sometimes she liked to pretend that she was a queen of the forest, a fairy queen. The then young child had to pretend to have magic, making believe that plain dirt was fairy dust. When she was still small, she had even tried climbing up a tree and flying, ending up falling. While she had been relatively unhurt, it still upset her to learn that she was "just Penelope." Not anyone special, just her. Then she had grown up, accepting that if she was going to be anyone she had to make her own destiny. No white knight would meet her and instantly fall in love with her, nor was she born as a great princess.
Dirt was just dirt, and she didn't know if she believed in true love. Her father hadn't been the true love of her mother, and he didn't end up staying. Would anyone stay with her? Would anyone be able to get past the fact that she had died, and took a portal into the land of the living. It certainly didn't sound like something one would bring up in a normal conversation. "Yes, hello, nice to meet you. I'm Penelope Scarlet-- oh, did I mention that I died and came back to life? Dreadful experience, but how has the weather been lately?" The thought made her want to laugh, but she didn't let the sound out. Not that she cared if anyone heard her, but it would be just a little awkward to explain what had been so funny to a stranger that happened to be hanging around in these woods as well. Penelope paused in her exploring, wondering which direction to turn next. The possibility of getting lost didn't affect her that much, it only sparked some excitement in her spirit that she missed.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she nearly ran into someone after she began walking again, their sudden appearance startling her. Penelope looked up, intent on giving them a piece of her mind when she thought she recognized the man in front of her. "W-Will
Mar 13 2017, 01:37 PM
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<h3>17 . Penelope Scarlet . once upon a time . Maia Mitchell </h3>
<p>When Penelope was alive, she was vibrant and energetic. She would launch herself into the next day, eager to see what came next. Nothing could frighten her and she liked to prove herself, finding excitement in nearly everything. When she climbed a tree, she wanted to see how high she could climb up before she slipped and fell. Penelope loved adventure more than a young lady should, according to some people, but most of all she loved her older brother Will. She was very stubborn as well, never taking no for an answer. When she wanted to go on an adventure through the woods, she wouldn't listen to otherwise and trek off by herself. Even before her death at seventeen, she was childish. However, Penelope was also kind to anyone she spoke to with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. Almost anyone with a sense of humor found themselves liking her. When she tried to be, she could be very caring and attentive. Penelope was very independent as well.</p>
<p>When her sense of curiosity and lack of caution was her undoing, something snapped inside of her. Penelope started to feel like she was coming apart at the seams and being diminished to a shadow of what she used to be. She struggled to hold onto the light that made her herself when her heart was still beating, but to no avail. Since her death happened quickly, she wanted to be able to say good bye to her brother and anyone else she loved. That tethered her to the Underworld and she was unable to move on, a spirit doomed to roam with unfinished business. When she was reunited with her mother, a little light returned. If her mother was there, she would be alright. Whenever she felt like crying, she would find her mother and cling to her like she was a child again. Now with the dead allowed to roam among the living, she is determined to somehow reunite with Will. She's cautious and distrustful, her old kindness buried deep within her heart. Day by day she's trying to regain her sense of independence, wanting to seize this second chance of life.</p>
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Penelope Scarlet was born to Zacchaeus and Victoria Scarlet, their second child after her older brother Will. Always an energetic child, Penny didn't spend very long clinging to her mother or brother. As soon as she was old enough to venture out of the cabin, she did. When she was brave enough, she ventured to the edge of the lake to dip her toes in. The young girl looked at the world with a curiosity that couldn't be matched, and she soon realized that she wanted to explore. The lake froze during the winter, though, so at ten years old she contented herself with walking across it. Of course she tried to drag Will along with her, laughing about how she would need a savior if anything was to go wrong. Sometimes she would ask her mother to play pretend with her, so they could make believe they were the queens of winter. How cruel it was that winter took their mother away, that she hadn't been strong enough to withstand the cold. Penny was only eleven years old, and she thought that the tears would never stop.
If anything, Penelope became more wild as she grew. She started climbing up trees, the flame in her heart flaring up. As she also became more beautiful, she refused to be a little lady that would sit quietly and do everything that she was told. Penny never wanted to let her grow too long, it would remind her of her mother and bring tears to her eyes. The only opinion of a man that she valued was her brother's, who was near and dear to her heart. Responsibility frightened her and the future did as well, but her fears were quieted when she looked at Will. Hardly anyone saw how soft she could be unless they were lucky, but she held her brother in high regard. She vowed to protect him with all she had, times were hard but as long as she had Will she was happy. However, it wasn't to last. During the winter when she was just seventeen years old, she fell through the ice of the frozen lake and drowned before she could be saved. Shortly afterwards, she was sent to the Underworld.
Penelope was cold and frightened, a new feeling for her entirely. She wanted to see her brother again and say goodbye, and it was that want that trapped her there. Penny wandered, arms wrapped around herself. Was she doomed to wander until she saw her brother again? Soon she ran into her mother, who looked just the same as she had when she perished. It was the joy of finding Victoria that broke through almost all of Penelope's fears, and she thought that maybe waiting for Will wouldn't be so bad if her mother was there with her. For a time, she was happy. She didn't know if she would ever be fearless or an unrelenting force of energy again, but she wasn't miserable. When an opportunity to go to the land of the living, Storybrooke, presented itself-- Penelope went with Victoria. It was a second chance at life, though death had left a mark on her that would never go away.
<p>All she remembered before she perished was the cold as she plunged beneath the ice, panic seizing her. She had no way of knowing where she would go next, but she expected darkness. Penelope vaguely remembered screaming for her brother, but now she just shivered. In her heart that was no longer beating she knew that she was dead, but she still hoped that this was all some bad dream. Anyone who knew her knew that she was full of energy as well as brave, but she didn't feel like it now. She was frightened and sad, the urge to cry strong. Penelope wanted Will to wake her up, and she would open her eyes to be inside the cabin. Blankets would be tucked under her chin to fight the cold and the scare she had. He was supposed to tell her to be careful, and he was the only one she listened to. She had never been cautious unless it came to food or any money they came by at all, but now she had paid the ultimate price for it. Her first hours spent in the Underworld consisted of shivering and guilt, she had left Will all by himself. "I failed you, Will." But no one would hear her.</p>
<p>Her only consolation was that now he could make his own way without having to worry about taking care of her. At least she wasn't alone, but the spirits of wandering people didn't make the best company. This was the realm of the dead, meant for people who had unfinished business with the living. Penelope felt like a child again, she stomped her foot and screamed. "I want to go home!" No one listened to her, of course. Penny crouched down, threading her fingers into her hair. Something broke inside of her, her bravery meant nothing now. There were no trees to climb, no sunlight or lake by a cabin that was home, where she belonged. She had wanted the world and it was snatched away from her like a toy, like a dream. There were even old kings and queens there, people she never even would caught a glimpse of when she still lived. "What was it like, ruling above the people?" Even now, she felt a little resentment towards them. Royalty lived in comfort while her and Will were barely able to get by. The Enchanted Forest boasted of magic and happy endings, but people like them were not meant to get a taste of the magic or have a great happy ending. No, she told herself. While I still lived, I was going to make my own.</p>
<p>One day, shortly after all the tears subsided, she thought that she caught a glimpse of her mother. Penelope wanted to entertain the hope, but she found herself growing shy. Six years without her mother, would she still be recognized? She scoured the accursed realm for any kind of mirror, her hair had been growing longer-- there was never time to cut it when the cold made her hands hurt. Victoria was just as beautiful and kind looking as she remembered, and when Penelope felt like she had been broken down to feel small, she wanted her mother. "Mama," she whispered. Her voice was quiet, the softest of whispers. Before she could stop herself or reconsider, Penny ran towards the older lady. She felt like a small child again, picking flowers and playing pretend. The haze in her mind seemed to clear up, she thought that the dead couldn't feel joy but here she was, crying. "Mother!" When she finally reached Victoria, Penelope threw her arms around her mother. It would be alright, she assured herself. Just as long as she never let go, nothing would ever go wrong again.</p>
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