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story: Into the Woods
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Joined: 13-June 16
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Local Time: Jun 23 2017, 12:46 PM
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Jun 3 2017, 09:29 PM
The shop had been surprisingly busy that day. Maybe everyone had decided to celebrate the lack of zombie attacks recently by getting themselves some pastries. Or maybe they all had been hit by some spell that made them all crave bread. Whatever the case, he had been in a baking frenzy to cover the rush of people that had been interested in his goods that day. He was sure he hadn’t sold so much bread in one day in all the thirty-something years he had been working there!
It felt good to make a profit, though he was definitely exhausted when finally things started to settled down. There were still a few hours before closing, but now that it was towards the evening it seemed the largest part of the customer storm had finally passed. He was thankful for that- it gave him a chance to sit down behind the counter and just relax.
His oven could have some time to rest, too. No doubt it was as exhausted as he was! He had just set out the last fresh batch of baked goods and was hoping there would be enough customers to sell through the rest of it. There wasn’t much left, and how good would it feel to have sold out for a change!
Normally he had at least a couple things to donate to food banks at the end of the day. He was never one to just toss things, even if he didn’t believe in selling anything that wasn’t made that day. Who wanted dry bread?
The man sighed and sat behind the counter, leaning on it with both hands. He would be happy to get home to his baby- he had actually allowed a babysitter to look after the child while he was at work.
He missed him!
The man looked up when another customer came through the door, offering as friendly a smile as ever. “Welcome to All You Knead is Loaf,” he hummed, “let me know if there’s anything I can help you find, alright?” Glinda
May 9 2017, 04:02 PM
The Baker knew where he was!
He had been in Thomas' store when a portal had taken him away from the place. He had fallen through and landed in a giant mound of snow, unharmed by freezing his little buns off. He wasn't exactly dressed like it was the middle of summer, considering he lived in Maine, but he hadn't been expecting a dip in three feet of snow, either. He shivered as he climbed his way out of the mound and was able to get to his feet, the man wrapping his arms around himself in an effort to keep warm.
There was snow everywhere, and a large castle off in the distance. So far off that it was difficult to make out exactly what kind of castle it was, or what shape it was in. But that didn't mean The Baker couldn't figure out where he was. Actually, it was because he knew the shape of that distance structure that he knew he was back in the Enchanted Forest! Well, sort of. He was in Arendelle!
It was just too bad his son was still in Storybrooke, or he might have considered trying to find his way home. As it stood, however, he desperately wanted to get back to that town before his son started to miss him. He had left him with the sitter to visit his good friend at the toy shop.
"Thomas?!" He called, hoping he would be able to find him in the snow. Maybe he hadn't come along after all? It was possible he might have been able to grip onto something- to save himself from falling into the portal.
"Thomas, are you here?!" He called again, moving slowly through the snow. Clearly it wasn't the warmest time of the year for the snow-covered realm. He wished he had thicker pants on.
His knees were knocking together. Thomas O'Hare
Mar 16 2017, 02:04 PM
The Baker wasn't super thrilled with his situation. These... creatures had attacked his building, and he wasn't sure what to do. At first, he had just tried to keep them out by locking the door and pushing something in front of it, but that hadn't ended up being enough. The being, whatever they were, had started to slam on the door and had eventually found their way to the windows, breaking them to try and climb into the bakery. They didn't look coordinated, exactly, and it had seemed more luck and determination than anything else, but regardless they had eventually started to break into his bakery.
With his son there, it was absolutely terrifying. Even more so than it would have been if those things had come to attack him while he was on his own.
He wouldn't care if they killed him, as long as his son was safe. But his son wasn't safe- his son was crying in his arm as he frantically climbed onto the roof of his shop to escape the things that were trying to get to the both of them.
They were... monsters. That was the only way to describe them. He had heard rumors of the undead attacking people, but he had never expected it to be true- he had thought it was just something new that the heroes were going on about. Something that didn't really hurt the people who lived inside Storybrooke. The regular people.
Now he was going to get eaten by these things, and he wasn't a hero at all!
He whimpered softly and clung to his son, who was crying and wailing despite his best efforts to soothe him. "Shh shh," he urged the child, "everything's going to be okay, I promise. I... I'll find a way out of this," he assured his son, looking around from his place on the roof of the bakery. The creatures were groaning down below, though he didn't know if they were moving around the house or under it. He frowned, hugging his son against him.
How was he going to get down? How was he going to be rescued? "Is anyone out there?!" He called into the street, "can anyone hear me!?"
All the heroes in this place- where were they now? He needed someone to save him and his family!
Aug 8 2016, 12:31 AM
"Oh... bugger," huffed The Baker, looking down at the mess he had just made. Normally, he didn't talk to himself while he was working, as he preferred the quiet even to his own voice. If he did talk, it was usually to his little boy, who was always somewhere close by. Even now, the child was watching from his little baby cot, squealing with laughter despite the loud crash that had just sounded throughout the tiny shop from the work room and kitchen behind it.
Apparently his son really enjoyed when his father made one heck of a mess.
The Baker sighed heavily, looking down at the donuts that now decorated the bakery floor, most of them broken or completely upside down with their icing smearing against the cement floorboards. He had been working as always and had been in the midst of taking a tray of fresh donuts from the oven. Apparently he had forgotten he'd had a stack of them set up nearby, fully decorated and ready to go out front. Several trays all lined up on a tall cooling rack.
Because he was just that unlucky, he had ended up turning right into the rack, sending fresh and ready donuts crashing to the floor. He had joined them, of course, and was now decorated in a fair amount of icing himself.
This was not turning out to be his day.
Frowning, he pushed himself to his feet, dusting himself off the best he could while his child laughed loudly nearby. The boy had been well out of the way of danger, of course, but that didn't mean he had been out of sight.
"Oh, you like seeing your daddy covered in icing?" He huffed at the child, who continued his merriment. Shaking his head, The Baker moved to start picking up the donuts. He was sure someone must have heard him, if he had any customers up front. Heck, he was pretty sure a few of the ruined donuts had rolled out into the main room.
He would need to clean himself up before he went to see customers again.Ariel
Aug 7 2016, 11:56 PM
The Baker spent most of his time in his shop, of course, but that didn't mean he lived there. He had a nice little house and, more importantly, he had days off from work, too. Like Sundays. He wasn't a particularly religious man, but he still used Sunday's concept of being the day of rest to his benefit. It wasn't like people were in dire need of bread on that day, and if they were it helped drum up more business on Monday.
It was nice to spend some time to himself. Or, rather, with his baby, since being alone was a thing of the past. Since having his child, the little one took up 100% of his attention. Happily, of course. Still, it wasn't exactly the life he had been anticipating.
He had wanted to be a happy family with his wife and child in their little village. He had never anticipated being alone in a strange place with just his baby.
But sometimes things didn't go quite as planned.
He sighed to himself as he entered the diner. Just because he supplied bread to the place didn't mean he didn't also like eating there from time to time as well. It was the best place to get some nice, cheap food without driving too far into town. He appreciated that. Mostly, though, it was just a comfortable atmosphere with friendly regulars that he was starting to get to know.
Even with all the new additions to town, it was nice to come to a place and still see the same friendly faces waiting inside.
He moved himself to one of the booths, sitting down with his baby nearby. The little boy cooed happily and kicked his feet in his chair, content with the world at that moment. But The Baker knew how quickly things could change. One minute, he was happy, and the next he was bawling his eyes out, keeping his father up all night for no reason other than, seemingly, wanting to.
Raising a baby was tough, but it was nothing a nice burger and a big basket of fries couldn't fix.Esmeralda