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Neal Cassidy

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Jul 22 2017, 08:10 PM
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Neal was glad that his life was relatively settling down. But, even with that. He realised that his focus had been more on Emma and Henry. And helping his father and Belle with his brother and sister. Neal felt bad that he had let his friendships slip through the cracks, especially with Tinkerbell.<br>
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She had been the closest friend he'd had for a long time, and, the last real family he had. And, he had seemed to completely ignore her these days. Neal was hoping to change that, which was why he was making the trip to the convent.<br>
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He didn't want to have to risk running into James at their room in the Bed and Breakfast, so he had chosen to go to the other place where he knew that Tink frequented. The convent.<Br>
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Neal hadn't been here since that confrontation with the Shadow, but, luckily he was able to go to it this time and not have anything drawing him there, aside from visiting his best friend.<Br>
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Pushing open the door to the convent, Neal looked around, and, began to open the door more "Tink? Tink are you here?" Neal asked, as he made his way inside the convent, keeping his hands in his pockets.</div>
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Bae didn't know what exactly this island was, but, he had overheard stuff that Hook and the rest of his crew had talked about when they spoke of the island, and, even the words that he had told him about it.<Br>
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Even with that warning, and, the reassuring that he actually did start to care about him, he had been handed over to the lost boys anyway. Yet another betrayal by someone who he had let himself start to trust.<br>
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Yes, they had brought him here, and, eagerly brought him to Pan. But, as soon as they figured out he wasn't the right boy, he was just another one of them. And he was reminded of that, every time he saw these other boys around the campfire.<Br>
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He continued to hold the handkerchief that he had from Wendy as he ran it through his fingers, almost subconciously. Bae knew that he didn't have much in that sack that he had packed when he was aboard Hook's ship, but, this was one of the only things that actually gave him good feelings, and, not a feeling of betrayal or pain.
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Bae wasn't ever going to get rid of that stuff though, it was a reminder of his family, and, everything else. No matter how small or painful that was.<br>
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It was still all he had in his life now, and, that included that picture that Hook had of his mother. Why should he get to keep that and not him?<br>
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He just continued to stare at the fire, as he felt tears of betrayal coming to his eyes when the thoughts and memories escaped him.
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Felix

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Honestly Neal didn't want to be back here, he wanted to be back in that land, where he'd been for a larger majority of his life, and, where the people he loved were. But, while he was stuck here, he might as well get used to it again.
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It felt weird being in these clothes as a grown-up. He hadn't been near any of them, since he was 14. And, it felt weird to him. Neal wasn't used to them again, and, he may not be. Especially since he planned on getting back to that world at some point, to the only family he had left.
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Keeping his hands in the pockets of the pants of this outfit, he was even more surprised when he felt something in them. Pulling it out, he was surprised that it was the necklace that he gave Emma, before she gave it back to him.
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"How the hell did...?" Neal asked slightly confused, but, he wasn't going to say anything against it. It was all he really had of his family these days. And, it broke his heart to think about that.
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Neal was doing his best to avoid everyone in the Forest right now. He knew they cared about him, but, he couldn't bring himself to stay close to him. Anyone who he was close to, ended up getting hurt or in some kind of danger because of him. He couldn't do that to anyone else.
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Knowing that night had fallen over the Forest, Neal was unable to sleep, and, just found himself wandering around the quiet and peacefulness of the Forest. Neal just sat on a patch of grass that was by the ocean, and, just looked out at it as he leant backwards against a tree.
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Jun 15 2017, 11:32 PM
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<h1>Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?</h1>
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Neal had once again gotten the alert that he was being sent away to another new home. He didn't have much hope with this one either, since his times at each home was getting shorter. All Neal wanted was to be able to stay somewhere for long enough to have it considered a home. More then just temporary accommodation.
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These days, Neal didn't even get his hopes up, and, he just waited for the letter revealing the fact that he was leaving the home. Neal, more then anything, wanted to not get that letter for once. Or get adopted for once, but, being nearly 15 made him almost impossible to get the eyes of couples wanting to do that.
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Neal was close to being dumped back on the streets before getting this letter anyway, so, it made things a bit easier to deal with. The social worker probably wouldn't have cared about where he had ended up, if the foster parents had kicked him out rather then sent away from it.
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He felt weird when most of his foster homes were in Arizona, but, this one was strangely in Minnesota. Neal didn't know why he was bouncing through states, but, he had learnt not to question anything about it these days. Neal had hopped into the social workers van, with the few belongings he'd had, preparing himself for this new foster home. Neal had been alone since being abandoned, it had been about a year, since he had landed back in this world from Neverland.
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And it never got any easier.
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Neal had found himself falling asleep in the van, as they made the drive to the place in Minnesota he was supposed to be going to. Soon, he found himself being shaken awake by the social worker. He groaned as he woke up, and, blinked a couple of times as the sun shone into his eyes.
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Grabbing his backpack, Neal placed it over his shoulder, and, stepped out of the van. Walking with the social worker, Neal kept the straps in his hands, taking a close look at the house. It seemed kind of nice from the outside, but, Neal wasn't going to let appearances be the thing that tells him that the home was a good or nice one.
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Soon, the two of them reached the front door, and, he let out a soft sigh before looking up at the social worker, Neal returned the social workers smile, as he tried to hide his nerves.
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Neal glanced back at the front door, as the social worker knocked on it. He didn't know what to expect when the door opened, but, there was only one way to find out. Neal let out a couple of deep breaths, as the door opened, and, he spotted a nice looking lady on the other side of it.
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<h2>Ingrid</h2>
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<h1>This isn't over. I'll see both of you again.</h1>
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'Neal, I'm sorry.'<br>
'Don't be, you gotta get our boy the hell outta here.'<br>
'And you have to go back there.'<br>
'Yeah I do'<br>
'Hey. This isn't over. I'll see both of you again.'<br>
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Neal may be back in this land, but, this wasn't his home anymore. It had stopped being his home a long time ago. He may have been born here, but, he had grown up out there, without his parents and with this life behind him.<br>
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And, now he was stuck here in this town again. Without Emma and Henry, who were his family, and, he didn't even have his father here with him. Because he had watched him die.<br>
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Neal knew that Snow and Charming had wanted him to go back to their kingdom with them, but, he had decided not to. Everyone who he tried to have a life with had ended up hurt or alone in the end, and, he didn't really want to put anyone else through that.<br>
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Sitting in this tavern, Neal adjusted the shawl that was around him. These clothes as an adult felt weird to him, but, he assumed he would get used to it. Well, until he found a way back to Emma and Henry in that world.<Br>
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Neal didn't really want anyone to find him in here, but, he didn't exactly know many places around this Forest anymore. So he didn't know who frequented where. Neal knew that he wasn't in Snow's kingdom, he was in the village that he had been living in as a kid. Because it was all he knew.<Br>
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Hearing someone else enter the Tavern, Neal didn't really look up, he just stayed with his arms leaning against the counter, keeping his hands around the glass in front of him.<Br>
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"Another barkeep." Neal said, as he gestured to the man behind the counter, not really looking up as the person who entered the tavern before made their way next to him.
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<h2>Regina Mills</h2>
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