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story: OUAT/Alice in Wonderland
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Aug 30 2017, 10:15 AM
So what he was doing here didn’t actually make him a bad person right?
It wasn’t like the people he stole from were going to miss a few gemmed necklaces, a golden cup and a plate or two. All this luxury couldn’t all go to one family, (that would be just terribly unfair) so it was only right for him to take a share in it! Well
, perhaps not. But still, this was his life now and he didn’t exactly want to give it all up to work a depressing life in some tavern in some smelly out of place town till he died. He wanted so much more than that, he wanted a little ‘splendour’ too, as he supposed most people would want. The only difference was that he was prepared to do something about it. Sort of.
Thievery really wasn’t the most honest forms of employment he could have chosen. Although ‘self-employment’ did have some perks. But he couldn’t really see himself doing anything else, and why give up what your good at? Not that he considered stealing to be a skill, nor that he was even particularly good at it. Still, this was something in which he had spent much of his sad little life doing. To begin with, pick pocketing had been the answer but he was much better than that nowadays. Because if you are planning to steal, you should aim higher than just somebody’s wallet, and in his case, a hell of a lot higher. Breaking into someone’s home meant that you got a huge selection of stuff! He could pick whatever he liked being here, within reason of course.
He would only take as much as he could fit into his satchel, and anyway if he took absolutely everything
it would be pretty difficult to take it all with him. Plus he didn’t really want people to notice they’ve had been robbed, or at least not immediately anyway. That way he would hopefully have enough time to leave this town behind him to work on yet another heist. The whole point in stealing was to not get caught anyway. So he didn’t like to stay in places for too long, never long enough to get too friendly with people. Or the even the opposite. He quite liked to think he was all mysterious like that in some ways.
So perhaps he wasn’t entirely ‘bad’.
At least he wasn’t exactly cruel anyway. Like he could be kind, and a decent human being if you looked past the fact that he was selfish enough to rob people. But only the people who ‘deserve it’ or were so rich anyway that what he was doing couldn’t possibly hurt them. So in a funny sort of a way in his book, that meant he was somewhat good. As good a person he could be in this life. And so with his satchel neatly packed with all sorts of loot from what he presumed to be the family’s drawing room he carefully made his way into the darkness of the hallway…only to spot what seemed to be the shadow of some smaller person creeping out of the room opposite! He frowned in surprise as he watched the what appeared to be a young boy, he had expected to be quite alone here after all. And this boy simply couldn’t belong to this family, not the way he was acting anyway. Or so he hoped. It would be slightly awkward if he did
live here after all. All the same, this was a boy
. A boy who appeared to have been stealing just alike he had been. “Psst!”
he finally called out to the boy as silently as he could, slightly waving one arm in confusion to him. Because honestly this kid was not
allowed to ruin this heist for him now, he wasn’t about to let the boy out of his sight at least until they’d gotten out of here anyway. Not that he thought the boy would give the two of them away, but basically that’s pretty much what he thought. Michael Banksooc – let me know if you’d like me to change/add anything! <3 Also, I’ve set this before Jefferson has his portal hat if that works for you =)
Aug 29 2017, 04:06 AM
So out of all the crazy, wondrous and magical things he’d seen from travelling through different realms all his life, he had to go and get stumped by a laptop. To him, even the messed up logic that was Wonderland made more sense than some of the technology he’d experienced here in Storybrooke. Although to be fair, he wasn’t completely lost by it all. He had managed to successfully work a phone, a car and many of the other strange objects in this realm after all. And he was pleased to say that he thought he’d grasped life here quite well, or at least better than some
people. He’d lived here for some good years now, so it would be a little odd for him to not know some things here and there. If he could ignore the fact that none of these things worked by magic, it was slightly easier to take in.
But as a retired portal jumper, he should
be used to the new. But perhaps that was part of his problem though, since there was just too much new
. Grace seemed to have a better understanding of technology than he seemed to do anyway, which he supposed was all that mattered…until it had been decided that they ‘needed’ a laptop. Which was fine, he found all these things completely fascinating and he guessed that he should learn how to use them at some point, he wouldn’t let himself fall completely behind everyone else on this anyway. He wasn’t even sure he even knew what a ‘laptop’ could be used for in all honesty, but he did
know what they looked like, and that his daughter had told him that they were very useful for something.
He knew she’d used them in school anyway, so they must be somewhat important. But standing here in the shop, there were just way too many different variations of the same thing! He knew that they all were ‘laptops’, he wasn’t completely stupid (and the fact that they were labelled had helped a little) but he just couldn’t understand why there were so many different ones. Not that he knew what any of the differences were anyway, other than the obvious of course. “Err…”
he groaned and scratched the back of his head with one hand as he continued to stare at the rectangular objects quite confused by all of this. And the labels weren’t helping anymore, not when some of the words they were using made no sense to him at all. Like, what even is a ‘RAM’? And why are there ‘bites’? It might have been a good idea for him to have asked for some help at this point. Shaking his head in frustration he sighed in defeat, finally turning his head away from the laptops in search for assistance, an almost plea for help.Charlie Bradburyooc – let me know if you’d like me to change/add anything! <3
Aug 29 2017, 03:29 AM
Okay, so maybe
betraying one of your so called friends wasn’t exactly the kindest thing he could have done. But it wasn’t like Hank had
to find out right? And well, hopefully he’d be long gone before anyone knew about anything anyway. He was like a pro at this stuff! Sort of. And in all honesty he did actually feel a little guilty about the whole thing, he took advantage when maybe he shouldn’t have…ending him up here. In the process of stealing the crown jewels of Camelot….just awesome. Not that him feeling a bit guilty made what he was doing any better. It changed nothing. Perhaps this even made things much worse. Considering he knew very well what he was doing here.
And in some ways perhaps it was Hank’s fault for all this, because well, without him he would never have successfully made it into the castle alike he had done in the first place. Not that he would intend to blame a knight for his thieving. But he was grateful for the man spilling all to him all the same, and being who he was, it had simply been impossible to resist such an opportune heist such as this one. And with his hat, nobody would ever even know he’d even been there. (Well, they wouldn’t know for long enough anyway since taking a crown wasn’t really something a King was going to easily miss). Or at least, they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, since once he had what he wanted it wasn’t as if he’d have a reason to return back here.
Although that didn’t mean he wouldn’t ever return to Camelot, he was
a portal jumper after all. But he doubted he’d have a friendship to return to then, which in some ways made this whole thing oddly easier. Or not. This was still betrayal in one of its finest forms.
Everything had all been going smoothly as planned so far as well, that is until he’d found a woman attempting to steal the same jewels as he wanted. Which had made things a little awkward to say the least, but he was certain some compromise could be made once they’d gotten out of here. If
they got out anyway. Since they had wasted some time discussing the matter, which perhaps in hindsight hadn’t been a great idea. The prospect of getting caught and potentially hanged for this crime didn’t exactly sit well with him. The thing with thieving was, that he quite like to make it out alive to ensure he’d actually be able to spend or sell his stolen loot. Being dead would kind of restrict that a little. So having his hat these days helped things a lot, and had probably saved his skin more times than he cared to admit.
And so with his hat in one hand and his satchel full of all kinds of treasures in the other, he paced the room he was in. As escape would be nice. Especially when any second now guards could burst into the room he was in a ruin everything for him and this strange second thief he’d managed to somewhat ‘befriend’. Since he couldn’t exactly leave her here to take all the blame now could he? But by the looks of things she’d probably be fine, it was himself that might not be. She was already climbing out of the window after all, thankfully not with all the loot (he’d made sure of that) while he stood around up here like an idiot hoping she’d just hurry up already so he could join her. Hank Morganooc – so I kinda got excited and jumped right in with the whole betrayal stuff, but I’m more than happy to change anything if you want <33
Jul 26 2017, 03:51 PM
Yet another day in the wondrous wonderful realm of Wonderland! How incredibly lucky
he was. As clearly, the last hat he had made hadn’t worked. AGAIN. It was pure torture to be stuck here like this, he wasn’t even entirely sure how long he had been trapped in this realm now. All he knew was that it had been way too long. He couldn’t really tell if this was all a dream, because surely this sort of nightmare couldn’t possibly be real. Because if it was real, then it meant that what he had done was also real. And how could he live with himself for doing that to her? His own daughter
. How DARE he. How could someone call themselves a father and yet abandon their own child.
Because guess what? That’s exactly what he did.
Although perhaps it hadn’t been entirely his own fault, he had been tricked after all. But still, he shouldn’t have allowed that to happen and now he had broken a promise. The most important promise in all the world. Taking care of Grace. And now she would be an orphan. And would continue to be one for who knows how long. Forever? He’d completely lost track of the time being here, the only concept of time he had was by how many hats he had now made….and they sort of filled the room now.
Jefferson finally groaned where he lay, face planted on a pile of material on his desk. What a great thing it is to wake up in the morning, only to find that you must have completely passed out in your own workshop. He blinked sleepily as the clutter of objects on his desk gradually came into focus, and it truly was a mess. Probably a miracle that his entire face wasn’t a complete pin cushion by the amount of needles that were skewed about sticking out of odd bits of fabric. A half made hat lay limp to one side with a pair of scissors impaling it, likely his own fault for that. He did have a habit of stabbing hats that disagreed with him after all. “Ugh”
he raised a heavy arm in defeat before letting it fall back onto the table with a loud thud so that the sound echoed around his room. The noise quite successfully making him jump hopefully into awakeness. His face shot up from the table, a piece of ribbon stayed stuck to his forehead from sweat. “Get it to work”
he mumbled in greeting to himself, as hello me, yes, another day to fix this mess he was in. So he had
to get it to work. And by that, he meant the hat of course. Making a portal couldn’t be impossible, but it was sure damn hard. He simply had
to figure out what he was doing wrong here, because he definitely wasn’t doing something right. Clearly. Or he’d be home by now. He just couldn’t think of what. Or rather, there were too many ideas to figure out which. And so he began. Again. Running his hand shakily through his hair, he took in a deep breath before picking up a sewing needle, closing one eye as he began threading it. Gwendolyn Bashmath
and Katerina DeScord
OOC – let me know if you’d like me to change/add anything! <33
Jul 12 2017, 12:59 PM
It was days like these that he adored. Days where he could try to be a proper father to Grace, even though he knew he could never go back in time and fix everything that had happened. Sadly, of all the crazy things that people could do in this town, changing the past wasn’t actually one of them. And he knew that he shouldn’t ever be completely forgiven anyway, as he hadn’t even forgiven himself.
What kind of a person abandons
a child? His
child. And just because he hadn’t intentionally left her, didn’t make any of it okay. Not even a little bit. And honestly he could never have predicted that any of this could have ‘worked out’ in the end. After losing his wife, and all that had happened to him in Wonderland (such as quite literally losing his head), it was actually pretty amazing that they’d both made it back to one another. Finally reunited and living together once more as family
. She was the best thing that could had ever happened to him, and so he couldn’t afford to let anything separate them ever again.
She’d grown into an absolutely wonderful daughter, kind, smart, generous. But perhaps to tell the truth, she was probably beginning to grow a little old for the playground. That hadn’t stopped them though, there was still plenty of fun to be had in these places. And anyway, she seemed to still enjoy it. And as most kids headed straight there after school, they had tagged along as well. Although many of the children had gone home to their families by now, there was still a small group playing in the fort. While he, not wanting to intrude too much had retired to sit on the swings. He couldn’t quite work out what sort of imaginary game they were all playing in there, but there was apparently an invisible dinosaur sitting next to him.
Thankfully, he had been reassured by one of the children that it wouldn’t eat him though, so that was nice consolation at least. He did quite like staying in one piece after all. After some time of thinking, he finally pushed off from the ground with his feet to let his seat swing gently forwards and backwards. Tinkerbell
OOC – Let me know if you’d like me to change/add anything! <33