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Penelope Scarlet

Enchanted Forest

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Jun 29 2018, 02:05 PM
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<p>Whenever the weather got warm for the summer, Penelope started feeling more alive. As if the sun would burn away everything that still haunted her. She supposed she was happy--she was safe and still living with her mother. They weren't starving or having a hard time getting by. Instead of craving the closeness of the trees, Penelope found herself in the openness of Heritage Park. When she first arrived in Storybrooke it would have made her skin crawl and she'd leave immediately to hide. Now she felt more human and less like a ghost. Less like she was going to disappear and fade away waiting for her brother. Now that she was alive again, she wasn't sure what to do with herself or what she wanted in life. There were too many possibilities that were stolen away from her and were ones that weren't possible in this realm. It was time for her to look towards the future now that as time passed she was more sure that she wouldn't see the Underworld again. Blue skies and clouds were the present--insects lazily buzzing about were signs of life. They were almost lethargic, but that could be attributed to the heat.</p>

<p>Settling under the shade of a tree, Penelope let her mind wander as she watched the people gathered in the park. A group of kids were playing, their laughter high pitched an unrestrained. What was stopping her from being like that again? Perhaps it was because despite how alive she felt, being dead had left its mark on her. An imprint that would never fade away. You couldn't forget the other faces of the dead, after all. How grim some of them were to match their surroundings. Maybe one day it wouldn't bother her so much and "free" would mean more than her just being alive again. One of the children, a girl, must have seen longing in Penelope's expression because she ran over and started rambling about how they had room for one more in their game. Penelope wanted to say no at first--who would want to play with someone who used to be little more than a ghost? Then she realized that the children didn't know, and what did it matter anyway? It was stopping her from enjoying the sun on her skin and feeling that vitality again. So she nodded, standing up. "One game wouldn't hurt me."</p>

<p>The game turned out to be tag, a wild and innocent one. A boy managed to tag Penelope and she whirled around, dark braid flying, to start chasing him and the others. It wasn't long before their parents came to collect them and the girl that originally approached Penelope extracted a promise from her to play again. Now technically alone, Penelope felt the urge to approach anyone else in the park. It hadn't done her any harm before, after all. Eventually settling on a fair haired lady she didn't know, Penny approached her. "Hello. It's...a nice day, isn't it?" She'd never been good at small talk but one couldn't improve if they never tried.</p>


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Feb 26 2018, 02:19 PM
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<div class="vegathreadwords">Penny knew deep down that she had to stop finding her way to the forest at night. One night she could actually run into trouble, after all. On the other hand she did not fear trouble. She was quick on her feet when she needed to be and wouldn't mind getting hurt. The things she feared she held tightly to her heart. Besides, the only people she heard running around at this time were only that--people. During her time in Storybrooke she hadn't found any monsters. Perhaps they simply didn't exist or were rendered completely harmless. In her imagination she was a huntress or a queen of the forest, someone who would fight back tooth and nail.

Now, though, she knew that she was vulnerable. A chase would be thrilling and her heartbeat would pick up. She would feel alive. The monotony of the Underworld was far behind her and the chill of the night air no longer made it difficult to breathe. Though vulnerable she vowed to never feel helpless again. That she would be in control of her situations. Of course, vowing never really ended up doing anything. A situation could easily spiral out of control or be too much for her to handle. Penelope held her breath for a moment, listening to the sounds of the forest. She tried to focus on how at ease the peace made her. Sometimes she thought about living in the forest instead, building a cabin to live in. Living in a town was strange sometimes.

As she moved further in, Penelope kept listening for signs of anyone else moving around. Maybe there were those who could move silently, only making themselves known when it was too late. Let anyone come for me, she thought. Although she would prefer to not end up in the Underworld again, it would be easy to return. Hades would have no choice in letting her go like so many others before her. Penny stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder.
Perhaps that movement she had seen out of the corner of her eye was her imagination. Perhaps the dark was playing tricks on her. "Hello?"</div>
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Nov 26 2017, 11:58 AM
Despite the days slowly getting colder, Penelope couldn’t keep away from the forest. She had loved winter once, though it seemed like an eternity ago. That girl was an entirely different person, a stranger now. As Penny stepped among the trees, she felt at ease as always. Could she find it somewhere in herself to be like that again someday? She was making friends, she supposed. Or rather, people that she got along with. To her understanding, there was a holiday celebrated in this world next month that involved gift giving and cheer. Penny didn’t think that she could ever make herself be cheery, but at least she would be able to manage smiles. While it was normally a family holiday–she didn’t have very many people to call family that she knew of. Other than missing and worrying about Will, she didn’t mind too much. Besides, it was just fine with her that it was just her and Victoria.

Pulling her jacket tighter around herself, she trekked further into the forest. With winter fast approaching, one of the only indications that this wasn’t the Underworld’s version of Storybrooke being the sky. Instead of the nightmare inducing red, it was a nice clear blue. That and the fact the jacket she wore provided some warmth. Back in the land of the dead, she hadn’t been able to feel it. Warmth was a part of being alive, proof that she was here to stay. Hearing footsteps, she moved closer to the sound–tiptoeing, of course. Being naturally quiet as a mouse, it wouldn’t be difficult to take a quick look. Instead of the wild boys that usually arrived at night, it was an older man. Pursing her lips together, Penelope noted that he shared slight similarities in looks with her mother. Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

While her and her brother had known that Victoria had a brother, Penelope was certain she had never lay eyes on him before. Though she wasn’t bothered by the fact that they had such a small family, she couldn’t deny being curious. Or it was just wishful thinking. There was no use for wishful thinking unless she happened to be by the well with a spare coin, and maybe it would work again. Then again, she hadn’t been thinking of a specific person. “A friend” had worked well enough, but family narrowed it down. Making sure to stand straight in order to appear older, Penelope stepped out towards her fellow forest dweller. “Who are you?” Maybe she should have given a better greeting and should have spoken in a less blunt tone, but she had a long way to go before she cared.

Robin Hood
May 25 2017, 10:12 PM
One, two, three. Count sheep if you can’t sleep. Penelope rubbed at her eyes, yearning for the days when that really worked. In the Underworld, no one could really sleep. Why would the dead sleep, or dream? There was only one dream–to one day fulfill unfinished business and move on to whatever came after this. The endless waiting was enough to drive her insane, though she supposed if she really was numb as she felt, it didn’t really matter if she could be insane or not. As she lay on the cold ground, she stared up at the red sky. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, and four sheep. All of them were laughing at her. If she wanted to, she could stand and find her mother, begging for a story. Something normal in this never ending hell, this place between death and peace. They could play pretend if they wanted to, exactly like how it was when Victoria was alive and she was a queen with her daughter. But there was still no real sun, only a cold pretender. There were no flowers to crown themselves with, any laughter that would escape her lips would fall flat or sound forced.

Penelope sat up, frustration the only thing she felt at the moment. If only she could have felt something more, a spark in the heart that no longer beat. Her fingers dug into the ground, the shivering that was a part of her life quickly stifled when she removed her fingers to pull her jacket tightly around herself. The teenager pushed herself up to stand, hands brushing her clothes off. She had no idea where she wanted to go, so she wandered aimlessly. There was the town off in the distance, but she didn’t feel like going there. Too many people, lost souls she didn’t want to look at. They were all like her, doomed to stay.

Instead, she found herself going to where she had first appeared in the Underworld. A dried up lake, meant to represent the one she had drawn her last breath in. It was more of a ditch, almost sad looking. Her coming here was much too morbid, but feeling numb prevented her from feeling much of anything as she stared at it. Unbidden, the memories came biting at her mind, how confused she was when she awakened. The icicles hanging from her hair, reminding her that she had perished. How long had it been? It didn’t feel as if time ever passed, it could have been years. Penelope yearned for the sun on her skin, for days when she ran wild and loved dipping her toes in the lake by the cabin. It hadn’t been a castle or a nice home, but she had loved it anyway–no matter how much she dreamed of leaving there one day. Now, it didn’t matter what she dreamed of or wanted to do. She half wanted to scream, stomp her foot–but nothing would change. But maybe, just maybe, she would feel only a little better.

Penelope took a deep breath, or rather imagined doing so, cupping her arms around her mouth. She let a yell out, the loudest one she could manage. If anyone heard her, it wouldn’t have mattered. She dropped onto her knees, finally feeling emotions well up inside of her. It wouldn’t last, though. No matter what she felt, she always ended up empty again. Now all she wanted to do was sleep or return to her mother, pretending that this was all a bad dream. Soon she would be warm, this town and its people forgotten. Lost in thought, she didn’t think that anyone could be nearby.

Peter Pan
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.

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