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The Baker

Enchanted Forest

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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.

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.

Aug 7 2016, 06:42 PM
"Shhhh, shhh," cooed the Baker, carefully bouncing his unhappy baby boy in his arms in an attempt to get him to stop crying, "shh, it's okay." He sighed softly. How was he supposed to run a business while also looking after his young baby? But he didn't really have a choice- it wasn't like he could hire a babysitter. He didn't trust anyone with his child, and he didn't really know anyone that well, either.

He sighed and looked up from behind the counter, where a couple of guests were looking over at him. The bakery was small, so it was pretty easy to see everyone from where he was standing. A couple in the corner looked somewhat sympathetic towards him, while a woman by the bread rolls looked ready to storm out in a huff. Apparently she wasn't super big on screaming children. Then there was a young man by the door- he looked like a teenager. Kind of dirty, and clearly not there with the other people in the small shop at that moment. He kept looking at The Baker, then at the child, and then back to bread sitting in front of him.

It was clear he had something on his mind.

"Don't do it," The Baker commented lowly. He wasn't like his wife- he didn't have a charm when it came to speaking to guests. When it felt like someone was about to steal from him, he wasn't going to mince words about it or pretend like he didn't know what was coming. But it didn't seem to stop the young man. In fact, hearing those words seemed to startle him into action, as though he became aware that he was losing his opportunity.

He grabbed an armful of bread before bolting for the door, shoving himself through and taking off down the street with his ill-gotten food.

Gasping, The Baker rushed to the door as well, cradling his child against his body as he rushed out into the street. He had no idea where they boy had run off to, but he assumed he couldn't have gotten far. "Someone help!" He called, "thief!" He couldn't really chase after someone while holding his young son, and he couldn't leave his shop unprotected either.

Inside, one of his customers was calling the police for him. But The Baker was hopeful that a cop might be somewhere nearby, and might hear his pleas for help. It didn't have to be a cop, either- it really could have been anyone.

Just as long as someone came to help him out.

Judy Hopps
Jul 28 2016, 01:51 PM
It was another quiet day at the Bakery. The Baker had already filled his orders for the local restaurants and businesses around town, at least for the day, so he was back to simply running his bakery for any other customers that might stop by for a nice loaf of bread or delicious pastry. It was just a good thing that so many of the places around needed bread delivered, because he certainly didn't make enough from the normal shop front to survive. Especially not now that he had his young son to take care of, too.

He needed to make sure he had money. He had never been too concerned about it in the past, just happy baking and being with his wife, but things were very different now. New town, new rules, new needs for cash. Not to mention the child- he had to raise the boy all alone now.

And he had no idea how he was going to do it. He had never had a father growing up, so how was he expected to be one now? It didn't help that his wife was also dead, meaning he would have to raise the child on his own. It felt like the odds were stacked against him, presenting an almost impossible challenge.

Still, he had to do his best- his baby depended on him and that was all that really mattered.

Frowning, he looked down at the counter. He had been leaning there for a little while now, just waiting for someone to come in and buy some bread. His baby was, of course, there with him, strapped to his chest in a comfortable carrier made for parents who were apparently on the go. The baby bounced happily against his father, cooing and chewing on a donut-shaped soft toy one of the locals had given him.

If there was one good thing about being in his town, it was that the locals were all extremely nice people. Plenty had offered to help him, and had given him advice with the child. But that didn't completely remove his many hesitations. Ultimately, he was going to have to do this on his own.

And that scared him.

As he stood behind the counter, just watching the storefront since there was no more bread to bake, he wondered how he had ended up in such a strange situation. The Enchanted Forest had always been a crazy place, but a town in another realm? That took the cake.

"I wonder if we'll get any more customers today," he said to his baby, who bubbled in response. The Baker gave a soft smile and held onto one of his child's tiny hands.

Well, maybe not everything was so bad.

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