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Post by Regina Mills on Jan 11, 2018 0:53:23 GMT
It all felt like a dream really. From the moment Regina collapsed on the floor inside her mansion until the moment she woke up. Through the whole time, she went through her slumber in silence and no nightmares dared to interrupt her peace. Little did she and the others know that they had slept for more then a hundred years and that the world was a far different place from the one they remembered.
Slowly she opened her eyes and blinked. Her body was still laying half cold, half warm on her living room's floor when her eyes began battling the rays of light that came from the outside. "What the hell..." She mumbled as she rose to her feet, half stumbling against the couch. She couldn't quite understand this feeling. Why was her whole body dormant? Had she fainted? Why was she feeling so numb? For how long had she been passed out? All these thoughts ran through her head as she took a seat on said couch, trying to make sense of it all. She looked around the living room and there was a disturbing silence all through the mansion and not a single noise was coming from the outside. Intrigued, she finally pushed herself up and walked towards the front door.
Once outside, her gaze instantly went up towards the sky. There was something weird about it, heavier, darker... something that she couldn't really quite explain. Even the air smelled and felt different as it entered her lungs. And as she wondered what all of that meant, she looked around the streets, her brow arching in surprise when she realized something even more intriguing.
She wasn't the only one waking up. More people were. Some had been passed out in the sidewalk and were only now returning to their senses while others seemed to be leaving the house just as surprised as she was. It only took some seconds for her face to harden, her hands balling up to her sides as tension overcame her. She knew what this was. There could be no other explanation for this. Regina knew better then anyone a sleeping curse when she saw one and it seemed that now everyone was finally walking up from it.
"You have got to be kidding me."
With a role of her eyes she fully stepped out of her mansion and walked into the streets, not even sure of what do to or who to assist first.
"I swear to God, Gold. If this is one of your tricks..." She mumbled, annoyance clearly beaming out of her.
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Killian Jones
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"The Last thing I recall was drinking rum in my Ship."
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Character Occupation: Pirate
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Post by Killian Jones on Jan 12, 2018 0:51:08 GMT
Signs of something being horribly wrongAgain. It... It had happened again, no matter what the curse he had been trapped/stuck in time and that did things to his nerves. In fact, everything was on high alert for something else that wasn’t even what he was finally getting used to, his hand in a fist, that wasn’t even settling him. Someone better has an explanation of some kind. Or better yet, for the whole situation, not just one thing. Killian was neither happy or ache free when he woke up and it rightly pissed the pirate off, someone had cast a bloody curse that he knew, and he wasn’t stupid, he was far from being unaware of the surroundings especially the difference hanging around. And whoever cast this curse over the whole town would likely not get away if they were anywhere about anyway, he huffed and scowled. He hated the whole ordeal, with a passion. He had had enough with curses being cast for some reason that was hardly a bloody well reason someone should be casting these things in the first place. His eyes darkened like there was a storm ready to crash upon the town and make its presence known that it won’t be taking anything from anybody, but causing a great bloody lot of damage if anything else happens anytime soon. “BLOODY HELL.” Was quite literally screamed by one grouchy pirate. Yet no matter what was happening, swirling emotions kept Killian on the edge of what to feel, what to do and only his will had stopped him from even attacking the first person. Or someone in particular, that he wasn’t even willing to deal with, not even close. That can be dealt with later, or never if he was honest. The whole bloody town was being chaotic, and it was a right mess. A complete and utter mess, with a huge sigh of frustration he took it upon himself to get out of the way. He may be a grumpy pirate, but he did not want to be in the middle of the mass. Yes, he had noticed. It was hard not to when the first thing to wake up to, was the surrounding and the whole bloody sky not being the colour it bloody well was when he last saw it. The hell even happened to it. He walked on, seeing even more. Of course, the town was waking up from where they were or probably, he assumed. Unlike him who was on his ship then wasn’t, how the hell does that happen. What in the blazes. It seemed by all accounts the  was awake by the looks of things, or he was hallucinating in which case it’s a cruel trick that he would like to stop right now, he’d be happy with any other kind or some other kind. There are alas some others he was not ready to indulge in, no matter the circumstances so, it would appear this would be a kind of welcome thing. Rubbing his eyes, before exhaling a frustrating huff. “How nice of whoever the bloody hell it was to give us a long nap.” The words were if honestly anything but what it might have sounded like, glaring at just about anything he could and possibly wishing he could use his hook on something. He stepped around and through bodies of both sleeping and just waking bodies, some of which he was still not sure of. No matter how long the curse was, he was not going to bother. Though looking around to see if anyone actually needed the help. Everything was a bit of a contradiction in his case, he was more than willing to help, he was also very willing to strangle some unsuspecting victim, and that was bad form and just bugger bad form. It had nothing to do with what was happening. No matter what Liam might have to say to him if he ever were to die and end up down here to tell the tale. Groaning as moved one body as another was waking, was there ever a time he wished for anything but people? Hell, if he knew, but right now would be great. “I hope there’s an explanation to all this.” Muttered the pirate as he finally moved through. |
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Rumplestiltskin
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"Get ready, dearies."
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Character Occupation: The Dark One
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Post by Rumplestiltskin on Jan 12, 2018 11:41:00 GMT
The world started to slowly focus as Rumplestiltskin opened his eyes. His mind felt foggy, heavy, and his body complained of slight sores all over, as if he was waking up from a particularly long and uncomfortable sleep. And as he came into himself, he figured he might have, indeed, been asleep - for how long, he had no idea, but it was definitely a very uncomfortable sleep. He was sitting in his spinning wheel, arms hanging to the sides like two dead weights, his torso clumsily hunched over the wheel while somehow managing to gracefully balance itself as to avoid falling off of it. Letting out a quiet grunt, his arms reached for some kind of support while he removed his face from the cold wood of the wheel.
Now sitting upright, Rumple looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. He could spend hours on his spinning wheel in a trance like state, lost in thought, but never had he even fallen asleep while spinning his threads. This was highly unusual. As he got up, his body again complained, aching all over, forcing his movements to be slow, careful. He walked to the front of his shop, trying to remember when he had fallen asleep, but he could not recall the moment. Passing by a mirror, he watched his image. A long crease decorated his face where it had been pressing against the wheel. He observed it closer, admiring the sharp marking it left there. That would take a couple of hours to dissipate, he figured, and it showed that he had been asleep for quite a long while.
Looking through a window in the front of his shop, and now slightly more awake, he could sense something was not right. The air felt… Wrong. And it wasn't just his sluggish post-waking up mood. The whole atmosphere felt heavier, denser, like some mysterious unseen substance was polluting the air. Something was wrong, no doubt. And the longer he stared out, the wronger it felt.
It appeared he wasn't the only one waking up from a sleep. And some people had chosen even weirder places than a spinning wheel to take their mistery nap, some of them going as far as laying down on the middle of the street. Storybrooke appeared to be a big daycare center right after nap time, everyone was waking up, drowsy, grumpy, each one trying to figure out what was going on while clumsily trying to get up and go on with their day.
This was clearly, Rumple thought, the result of some kind of town-scale massive sleeping curse. And in his mind there was only one person, the sleeping curse expert, who could pull this off. Why would she do it, he had no idea, but he intended to find and demand an explanation. He felt angry, pissed off - how dare she play the Dark One like that? - but tried to keep calm and rational. Still, he wasn't about to let her curse him and get away with it. He considered puffing himself instantaneously to her side, but he decided he wanted to observe the state of Storybrooke and try to gather information to start to make some sense out of all this. Getting out of his store, the Dark One started walking in the direction of the mayor's office.
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Post by Regina Mills on Jan 12, 2018 14:10:07 GMT
By now the people of Storybrooke were alarmed as it was obvious to them that something happened and that they had been yet again victims of another curse. Regina could hear the whispers on the streets as people were getting more anxious and worked out about this. From what she could tell, some were blaming her while others had theories about the Dark One going rogue and cursing them all. Those whispers were leaving her uncomfortable, specially when she realized she was being observed by locals with a certain hostility. It was sad really. Sometimes she felt that it didn't really matter how much time passed that people would always blame her if something like this happened. Tensing up as she walked, she picked up her pace but that didn't last long as some locals began to gather around her, forming a circle and asking questions. Some were looking at her searching for guidance as others were simply just attacking her and assuming things.
"Regina what happened? Were we all asleep? Who would do such a thing?" A voice asked, trembling as fear was evident.
"Isn't is obvious?" Another voice replied. "Once The Evil , always The Evil . We can't trust her. She did this to us!"
"No!" The first voice countered. "Regina wouldn't to this to us! This has to be the Dark One's doing!"
And just like that, right in front of her, the discussion began escalating quite quickly. People were scared, frightened. They needed answers. But all those voices weren't allowing Regina to concentrate and think. She just needed to think and place the pieces of the puzzle together. She just needed them to be quiet for once in their damn lives.
"Stop your whining!" She suddenly snapped at them all, her voice dropping to a colder tone. "Why would I go through all the trouble of placing you under a sleeping curse and then wake you up just to stand here and listen to your annoying little voices?" She pointed out, her gaze snapping to each and every single one of them as she looked around them. "Now shut the hell up and let me concentrate."
Intimidated by her sudden outburst, everyone around her did as they were told and for a moment there, there was silence. Through the corner of her eye she saw someone wander the streets, looking just as pissed off as she was. "Do yourselves a favor and go see who needs help while I figure this out. In the meantime, get out of my way."
Walking right through the small group of people, she quickly paced towards the familiar face. "Killian!" She called out, rushing to his side, soon enough both of them walking together in a hurried pace. "Before you even open your mouth... NO. I had nothing to do with this." She felt the need to clarify this straight away before he decided to lash out on her. "But we need to find out who did and why." She added right before her eye caught the sight of Gold just walking by a few meters ahead.
As soon as she saw him, she practically bolted in his direction. "Really, Gold? A sleeping curse? I seriously expected more from the almighty Dark One." She blurted out, eyes beaming at him angrily.
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Jefferson Hatter
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"Perhaps you're the one that's mad."
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Post by Jefferson Hatter on Jan 12, 2018 22:36:14 GMT
Vivid dreams seeped into the hatters mind, it was as if he was on replay, the climax of the dream was just adding up, right until his mind seemingly pushed the rewind button. Everytime his eyes focused on his wife's face, he saw the pain upon her face, that cursed object that had delved and protruded out of her chest, that damn wooden arrow that took everything that kept him from being his true self. His name wasn't The Mad Hatter for just any reason, but one reason entirely alone, forced to appeal to the queens demands he was on a restricted cycle of recreating hats, but not just any hat, the one hat that could get them to other realms of there stories and this was one of those beginnings.
It wasn't due to his eyes fluttering open from the bright white light, but his awakening was something far more abrupt, awakening from the same old nightmare that he always seemed to awake from, Jefferson wasn't completely himself. Nor was the hatter ever truly himself so to speak but this awakening was far more darker then expected.
Thump
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His heart was racing, his hands seemed to have come out to clutch at the air, his eyes shutting closed, his breathing had been strained as he awoke gasping for air. He had awoken upon his doorstep in the woods, the very woods just outside of town. Yet, when he awoke he didn't recognize his own home, nor the woods surrounding him, in fact he hadn't a clue as to whom he was. As if his brain simply switched of the part on whom he was, rather then for him to awaken to the horrors of the outside world around them, as if his mind shielded him from what secrets it had known far before any of the townspeople awoke in Storybrooke.
"What the hell?"
His mind seemed to speak for itself as his feet turned him around in circles, his hands clutching his head out of agony, his breathing was rigid as if the air around him was poisoned, but what he didn't yet know. The air was in fact poisoned due to prolonged radiation, yet the protective veil around the town kept them all from perishing from the world around it. However the veil wasn't strong enough to keep all of the radiation at bay, it seemed to seep into the town closest to the wards and with that being said, the hatter was far more mad then any of them.
Jefferson, whom was not so Jefferson at the current time began to walk in the direction of the veil, yet he stumbled a few times as he went near it, what he could see was the world outside of them in a hazy reflection. The sky was tainted red, the forest was obliterated around them and yet here they stood, perfectly intact. His hand went to reach out of the veil but as soon as his fingers left the protectiveness of the veil he screamed out in the most horrifying scream that had ever left his mouth since watching his wife die from an arrow to the chest.
Clutching his swiveled up hand that had burns from the acidic air, he stumbled away from the veil as quickly as he went towards it, his eyes seemed to wander around as he tripped over his hat. Picking it up he placed it back upon his head as the lights turned back on upstairs. "Jefferson..." he repeated his own name, it sounded odd coming out of his own mouth but that soon faded as he started to remember whom he was and where he was before he blacked out.
"Oh, what the hell." he groaned, his eyes glaring back into the woods and then back to his house, and then back into the woods again. He hadn't known how long he was out for but from the dryness of his mouth to the soreness of his bones, he knew it had been quite a while. Stomping towards the town in a huff he clutched at his hand that seemed to be swollen, his eyes kept coming in and out of focus everytime he looked around but he kept on moving forward, he wanted answers, and he also had far more answers to the rest of the town once he made it back to them. After all, it was as if Storybrooke was flipped upside down, and they were now living in a nightmare, rather then a fairytale.
Killian Jones | Rumplestiltskin |Regina Mills | Robin Hood
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Killian Jones
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"The Last thing I recall was drinking rum in my Ship."
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Character Occupation: Pirate
Alias: Captain Hook
Character Age: .... Error
Plot Page Link: http://hundredsuponthetime.boards.net/thread/9/pirate-captains-mission
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Post by Killian Jones on Jan 14, 2018 3:38:44 GMT
For starters, he was bloody well willing to use his hook if they were going to stand around, never mind that they were trying to get their surroundings. He. Was. Not. In. The. Mood. He was damn well peeved, and they weren't getting to information of his facial expression fast enough or the air that clearly said, 'move your bloody arse NOW'. It would appear, it takes minutes to get the message for them to clear before they get a hole ripped in them. Or the voice up ahead doing the job, he didn't bloody well give a damn it was doing him a favour and he was happier for it. Clearly, it didn’t do much good for some of them. Thankfully they were either not in his way or he ignored them. He was not having the time for this or them, it was giving him a bloody headache. Not that it had done anything to stop his sour mood. Then it stopped, the footsteps of someone on a mission, someone was walking closer, no one else had that look or… or that bloody voice, he really should know it by now. Grunting in response, and some other kind of response in words that were more than likely close to nice to see you too. Though if that was what he said, no one could really prove it, he was hardly focused on small talk as they hurriedly walked. Stormed? Face paced with absolute determination that probably looks more like a mission to murder the next person that got in their way. Though they probably could have. For once all he cared for was to know who did it and what the devil for. "Well clearly someone bloody did, and I find it bloody well rude." He snapped, frustration clearly coming through. He doubted she'd do this at the scale, or if she did it wouldn't be with herself. Who the bloody well knew. All he wanted was none of the damned crap. He honestly felt more attacked than he had with any kind of other curses, or maybe that had to do with this curse being rude enough to do this. "Like they’re going to pop out of nowhere and make it easy for us." Was the added grumble that followed, not that he cared if it was a wanted comment or not. Bloody damn that and or the consequences right now to the arse who did it, when all he was needed was to vent out all his anger. Once again, he rubbed his brow, clearly getting agitated by it all once more. Like it was a habit, and it was. Villains, they couldn’t stay away for one measly lifetime. Seriously there needs to be some kind of stop button to prevent things happening every damned day or whatever the case may be, it was getting tedious and on his nerves. Yes, yes, he knows he was one of them, but he wasn’t out for the whole of Storybrooke for starters, so if he could kindly… But the thought wasn’t finished no when something else happened and it made his headache a lot worse. The next vision irked him, with every part of his being. "Well, things have gotten better." He grumbled following less eagerly, no curse was going to make want to be near him any less. But he supposed if he had to bloody deal with people it be anyone but the rest of the town right about now, but he would still try to avoid Rumplestiltskin if he had any decency of him to do so. But no, of course, he bloody wasn’t going to. Moving towards the two, feeling less inclined to rush towards the man he barely wanted to be in contact with let alone anywhere near. Silent he stayed, he didn’t care if it was making it worse even more, but he was hardly going to stay within a bodies length of the sleeping ones who could likely just wake up any moment, no thank you. Killian had some suspicion, that the culprit was far sneakier than they appeared, or he hoped. Or they could be really bloody stupid and did by accident by which he would be more pissed off than usual, the dilemma, be annoyed greatly or even more greatly by someone idiotic stunt. "Why would anyone be...". Was a thought he spoke out loud to himself, not that he would have been bothered by either one of them, to stop because no they wouldn’t. He doubted it, they weren’t stupid enough to do this and forget themselves unless it was something planned, by the looks on their faces. Though he’s yet to see them make blunders like this, so it’s really up in the air. Why would they act like they didn’t do it if they did? They aren’t that dramatic. Jefferson Hatter . Rumplestiltskin . Regina Mills . Robin Hood |
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Rumplestiltskin
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"Get ready, dearies."
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Character Occupation: The Dark One
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Alias: Alex
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Character Relationship Status: Single
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Post by Rumplestiltskin on Jan 15, 2018 23:03:18 GMT
Countless thoughts raced through Rumple's mind as he walked through the recently awakened town, feeling each one of his steps being scrutinized by recriminating looks and unspoken accusations. Unspoken, because no one dared to trouble the Dark One, even though he could tell that at least half of those he passed by immediately placed the blame of this curse upon him. A soft mumble could be heard all around him, unpleasant grunts from half-awake, confused, scared and angry people. Confused, scared and angry, a pretty dangerous state of mind, specially when one found himself at the recieving end of all the rage, surrounded by a heated(although quite sleepy) mob. Not that it bothered him. Being blamed by every other magical mishap that befell any random person or place was something he had already gotten used to. And, to be fair, oftentimes he was indeed the culprit, either directly of through some of his schemes. Not this time, though. This time someone pulled the metaphorical carpet from under his feet and caught him unprepared. And that was pissing him off more than he liked to admit. The quiet mumbling and whispering was interrupted by someone barking accusations at him. Regina. Of course. For some reason in the company of none other than a very pissed off looking Captain Hook. A most odd partnership, he fleetly thought. "I would advise you stay out of this, dearie." Rumple preemptively warned, giving Hook nothing but a slight look of disdain, as he predicted, by the looks of him, that he'd try to do something stupid. As much as he enjoyed taunting the pirate, Rumple found himself with no patience to deal with him at the moment. Now with his attention anchored on his former student, Rumple gathered himself and his thoughts and stood in his place, trying to conceal his confusion with a stern face. "As far as I remember, sleeping curses are more of a specialty of yours, Regina." However, he thought, Regina wasn't one to play these types of games, and she looked legitimately pissed off at this whole ordeal. Still, the hypothesis that she could have been the one to cast this curse could not be ruled out. Regina Mills | Killian Jones | Jefferson Hatter | Robin Hood |
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Post by Regina Mills on Jan 16, 2018 0:26:48 GMT
She could feel Killian right behind her and it was obvious to her that even in that situation the pirate didn't want to come anywhere near the Dark One. Things had never been easy between the two of them and that wasn't bound to change now. But it didn't really matter though as Regina was set to confront Gold with or without anyone's help. The Dark One was deceiving and always had some messed up plan lingering in the back of his head so Regina wouldn't exactly be surprised if he was in fact behind this. She could only wonder about his reasons this time. Why put Storybooke under a sleeping curse? Why wake them up now?
Soon Regina was sharing Killian's confusion. There was a part of her that was absolutely sure that Gold was behind this so why was he acting as if he wasn't? But despite all her doubts, there was something in his face, in the way that he carried himself that was sending her these vibes that perhaps the one to blame wasn't the man standing right in front of her. But most important than the way he carried himself was the pissed off look upon his features. Gold disliked very deeply being taunted like this and a sleeping curse would be reason enough for him to feel taunted.
"You didn't do it, did you?" She asked, even though that was more of a rhetorical question. "The one time I needed you to be responsible for something, you're not! I don't even know why I thought this would be easy!" And for those short, yet long seconds, Regina did nothing more then protest. Gold wasn't her longed criminal which meant that this was beyond them all and most likely even more dangerous then they thought.
"I'm not going to stand here and wait to know what this is all about. We seem to have our memories so there has to be something to it." And just like that, she began pacing towards the outskirts of town which actually weren't very far from where they were all standing.
"Are you coming or not?"
At this point, she wasn't really looking back to see if anyone was following. She just walked until eventually the path took her to the towline. Stopping right in front of the invisible barrier, she found herself looking at the sky and frowning.
Something was really off about the world - If only she could figure out what.
She could feel footsteps behind her but she wasn't aware of who was there or who had in fact followed her or not. Raising her hands, she closed her eyes and concentrated, magic immediately irradiating from her and forming a wave that soon transformed itself into a beam of light, a light so strong that surely it was seen from many miles away.
And just like that, the spell had been dropped.
"I'll ask again. Are you coming or not?" She repeated, stepping deeper into the woods.
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Killian Jones
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"The Last thing I recall was drinking rum in my Ship."
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Character Occupation: Pirate
Alias: Captain Hook
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Plot Page Link: http://hundredsuponthetime.boards.net/thread/9/pirate-captains-mission
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Post by Killian Jones on Jan 17, 2018 0:49:13 GMT
He would have grumbled had it not been for importance and he wasn’t about to get in it if he had to, that didn’t mean he was about be left out all because he has to be near bloody Rumplestiltskin. As far as he was concerned if they wanted to get it out and get at each other, then, by all means, he had no problem. He’d stay out of it, but it came to him that blaming people wasn’t going to help. Far be from him, to actually think about the town in the mood they all seem to be in. His jaw clenching as he tried very hard to not get involved least the crocodile do something he’s sure would be lasting. Killian harrumphed, the bloody culprit is out there in the world and there’s a bloody mass of whatever mess they don’t even know about. Wait? She’s going to do what now? Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t good with it, on the contrary, he appeared to be all for it if only to figure out what the bloody happened and why it’s like what it is. Sometimes just no madness, that’s all there is to ask. But that’s just always too much to ask for. It always seems to be too much, with a sigh. His grumpiness against the Crocodile warning him forgotten as he moves, following because that’s all there really is to do otherwise. Sure, staying seems the safer option but at this point. What’s safe about any of it, bloody none of it. Though for all intense purposes he didn’t bother to be near or deal with Rumple any more than he usually did and that was fine, who needed to. "Bloody hell woman I’m moving." Was all he responded with, albeit probably more muttering to himself while perhaps half walking normally with bodies still about and stomping like a child with a temper tantrum. Either way, he wasn’t going to stay put, so off he ventured following Regina. He couldn’t have cared who else was following currently, at this point. He just wanted it over with, which was also probably the reason for his half stomping that was going on and it appeared neither did anyone else who wasn’t willing to get on his nerves. Bloody hell. He shielded his eyes, not on his life was he going to stare at a light that strong and not go blind for a moment at least. With it over and the barrier down, the case of walking without the protective bubble, not a problem, great. If he was even joyous over it, the sarcasm seeping through even without a word being said. Stepping through the woods, the whole thing was still ominous and pirate that was was being bloody wary all the same thank you very much. The trees however tame they looked, and each footstep seemed to have him distracted by not where they’d end up more in the case of what was going to happen. Or at the very least about his own sanity from going mad, because clearly any madder than the whole town is at this point might just end up dangerous, he’s not up for that right now. The walking had been going on for a bit, not that he’d complain out loud, other than making noises that were probably close to him swearing about many things not needing to be sworn about, he’s just content to see light or at least something resembling it. Jefferson Hatter . Rumplestiltskin . Regina Mills . Robin Hood |
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Jefferson Hatter
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"Perhaps you're the one that's mad."
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Character Relationship Status: Single yet exclusive
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Post by Jefferson Hatter on Jan 17, 2018 18:27:13 GMT
As if the hatter's rush back into town couldn't have been anymore slow, suddenly his eyes were pointing up at the sky. The veil around them was slowly but surely diminishing, and the longer he stood there and watched the longer it would take for him to warn them, he had to get to them before whatever was outside of those walls did. "Damn it, damn it. Damn it." he breathed, his eyes squinting around himself as he quickly ran in the direction of the beam, they had to be close by and surely enough he heard voices. Jefferson stumbled in front of them as they all mad a mad dash towards the cities limits, falling to his knees in front of them he clutched at his swollen hand, the radiation spread up his arm now as he winced out in pain. "Stop! All of you, get back!" he yelled at them, more like pleaded with them at this point as he watched them stop before him, his eyes looked into the crowd as his eyes befell Regina, alongside Hook and Rumple. "Please, you need to listen to me." he began to say as his eyes darted to each one as he walked upon his knees and stood before Regina. " You need to life the veil back up, it's not safe out there. I don't know what's out there beyond our woods, but I can feel it. Just like all of you can at this very moment, curiosity killed the cat, and damn us all if we are the cat." he muttered, clutching his arm as it started to jerk, the radiation was making it impossible to make it mobile as he stood there before them with pleading eyes. The sight of the hatter was something out of a nightmare, the puffering of his skin was surely not a pretty sight, and if they didn't get him help soon enough, he'd begin to go into shock. "Please, don't go out there...stay in the lines until we know what is out there." he warned them all, the look of pain and horror was evident upon his face on just how serious he was being, and if anyone knew him at all. He wasn't all one for the dramatics, nor was he one for warning. Regina Mills | Rumplestiltskin | Killian Jones | Robin Hood |
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Amethyst Silver
New Member
"I sit in your chair..."
Posts: 11 
Time Zone: EST
Character Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Character Gender: Female
Character Song: http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/dh7t2hjrmb/Rihanna_-_What_Now_Official_.mp3
Large Avatar: https://78.media.tumblr.com/86d5300638b1b2e3915e3612d9e3d975/tumblr_p34xz9kAvF1tqxu3mo1_400.gif
Character Occupation: Theif?
Thread Tracker: http://hundredsuponthetime.boards.net/thread/67/amethyst-silver-tracker
Alias: Cheshire
Character Image: https://orig00.deviantart.net/dabb/f/2012/302/2/5/bella_swan_gif_3_by_glitteroxy_artfans-d5jawep.gif
Character Age: 1982
Plot Page Link: http://hundredsuponthetime.boards.net/thread/66/amethysts-plotter?page=1&scrollTo=174
Personal Image: https://cdn.fashionmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Kristen-Stewart-Live-Chat-Balenciaga-Florabotanica.jpg
Character Relationship Status: In love with herself.
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Post by Amethyst Silver on Jan 20, 2018 7:22:38 GMT
The first thing Amethyst realized when she woke up was her body laying on her floor. Of all the places for her to sleep, this had to be the weirdest too her. Not because of it being the floor, for she had done that multiple times before, but because of how spontaneous it happened. One moment she was arguing about how tea and chocolate didn't mix, the next she is waking up to a broken tea cup. Her confusion became even worse once she realized the door was opened and the person she was arguing at not being there. Did they drug her? Was she high again? After a few moments of lying there she slowly began to try and get up and figure out what happened. She finally made it to a sitting position and looked around her. Something was off, she could sense it. Maybe it was the fact that everything was so quiet in her mind. Maybe it was the fact that she felt so calm and hazy. Or maybe it was the sky. Through the window she could see that it was red, it didn't look too red but it was there nonetheless. She sighed realizing that she had to get up and check what was going on. She slowly got up the rest of the way and stretched. Finally she started to walk to the door and paused. Something inside her was not wanting her to open the door. Was it fear? Surely not, for Amethyst couldn't remember the last time she felt that. Rolling her eyes she jolted the door opened and sharply walked outside. "Ha!" She said with a smirk on her face, happy to show her emotions who's boss. The smirk slowly faded though seeing and feeling that something was not right. She lived as far away from the town as possible. So she didn't see the people waking up at first. What she did see were the trees and the sky. It may not have been too red but it was still not good. She scrunched up her nose at it and sniffed. She didn't like this at all, the air was not right at all. She felt like she was in one of those movies where the zombies would come out any minute. She looked around her cautiously and took another step. She got it! She knew that sleep was too long, dark and quiet! She wasn't awake, she was dead!
With that realization she laughed and shook her head at her demeanor. "Oh you worry too much, you old cat! You are just dead. Finally the fates have finished teasing ya!" She smiled wide at that and started looking around and walking in a happier style. Soon enough she heard voices and started to see a few people further away. She laughed once again in excitement. More ghosts! She squealed happily and began to skip fast towards downtown. Once she got there she saw a few familiar faces. What happened to them? It couldn't have been their time to go yet. She looked around trying to find people she knew better and noticed The and a few others. Her smile got wider and she laughed. This had to be a prank! She skipped happily towards them and stopped behind them. That's when she saw The Hatter. Her smile faltered and she looked at him concerned. So this was Hell after all. She couldn't help but to respond to him though. "Heyyyy. There is nothing wrong with being the cat! I have you know my curiosity has yet to kill me." Although once she looked at the sky and felt her senses prickling more she realized what it felt like. "I don't think we should go...it feels like death. I don't think we should go. Let's play a game instead!" She said while smiling and trying to change the subject. She also hoped someone would give The Hatter some Aloe Vera for his rash, it looked painful.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jan 28, 2018 22:27:35 GMT
Borrowed Time.
Was that what it felt like for the thief as he relived the same dream over and over again. In Regina office, where Zelena and Hades was, holding his child. Hades was being unreasonable, and yet Robin couldn't understand any of the words that were being exchanged between everyone. The thief heart rate seemed to be speeding up because deep down he knew where this was going. Someone was going to get hurt, and deep down he knew it wasn't going to be Zelena or his child. No, it was going to be the person he was in love with - The Evil .
Not once did Robin ever think of himself, or ever question about putting himself in harms way. No, what mattered was the people he cared about. The person he loved the most. Robin eyes turned to look at Regina as she briefly looked at him,
before looking back at Hades. Before Robin could say anything to Regina, Hades had gathered his power and aimed it towards Regina, and without hesitation, Robin moved in front of the evil and took the blow. The power was something he had never seen before, pain ripped into him. Everything stood still for Robin as he looked at Regina,the pain didn't disappear, and before he knew it - darkness claimed him. That darkness seemed to last forever before that same event happened again. It was a endless nightmare.
Until now.
Robin eyes opened, his body feeling sore as he laid on a hard wood floor. His hand moved against the hard wood floor, before pushing himself up. The thief body screamed at him as he moved. A groan left Robin lips as he finally stood up. It felt as if he been asleep for far to long, as if he was placed under a spell. Robin frowned. "A sleeping Curse?" Robin found himself saying, as he remembered a what Regina would say about them. She was right, it left a uncomfortable feeling. Moving towards the exit, Robin left the room he was in and found his way outside. What should of been bright out with the sun - it wasn't. His eyes glanced up only to see the sky was different and it felt different. The air around the thief felt different.
As much as people were talking and gathering, Robin found himself a bit distracting by everything that was around him. This was Storybrooke, yet the thief knew they were else where. The thief turned his head as he heard the Dark One Voice and Regina. The Mad Hatter and Killian was there as well along with others who were waking up as well. "At least I am not the only one waking up." Robin said, moving over to them, his body still screaming as he moved against the stiffness he felt.
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Killian Jones
New Member
"The Last thing I recall was drinking rum in my Ship."
Posts: 11
Time Zone: GMT
Character Gender: Male
Large Avatar: https://78.media.tumblr.com/55982fa02713b0f764bd19ccbee9fee5/tumblr_ogp8gm42K91qjhdt7o1_500.png
Character Occupation: Pirate
Alias: Captain Hook
Character Age: .... Error
Plot Page Link: http://hundredsuponthetime.boards.net/thread/9/pirate-captains-mission
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Post by Killian Jones on Feb 1, 2018 1:42:41 GMT
He’d BLOODY DAMN WELL rather be on his ship than with any kind of crowd, which perhaps was what prompted the pirate to just stalk off into the woods, anything is better than listening to nonsense. Anything is better than the bloody sky not being what it should be, it would be damn well great if the world would just turn back time but that’s hardly the matter anymore. It’s not like it could anyway, nothing could or probably could undo this so what was the bloody point. Nowhere was safe, what’s the damned cat talking about out there not being safe. Storybrooke was surprising only spared he imagine because of some bleeding reason and he was not giving it thought. No. Nor was he really caring where he was stomping off to, which was probably near the water’s edge. Who bloody knows honestly. It’s not like he’s looking at a map to figure it out, and the sky isn’t going to help it’s not the sky he’s finally gotten used to. To which he’d rather brood then actually play any kind of game, and he knows he shouldn’t really be left to his thoughts, but neither should he at this current time be left with a hoard of people that despite anything just want to know what’s going on, but he’s damned if he’s part of that crew, while he wants to know he also has no desire to figure it out in a that… Giving a half heart growl and kicking the ground, rubbing his face. Couldn’t the world… just leave him alone and stop adding him to these curses or any curse, bloody hell. As soon as you get accepted into the family no matter how chummy you get, curses should not be a shared thing. Never in the universe should he have to share curses. He was great at avoiding them, but then this happens and here he is. Just bloody marvellous would be his sarcastic response to everything currently happening. Which also means too much time right now to think and brood so much so that he wishes there was something that could distract him as he walked briskly through this blasted forest. God, never in his life did he wish to just see the sea and never be parted from it. That’s all he really wants. That’s all he’ll ever want whether there are other things going on, at least it was the constant thing that made feel like he was home. Was that even possible now? Would it feel different now they weren’t in the time they were supposed to be? How was he was going to know? Shaking his head at the stupid possibility and the damned suggestion. What was he going to play anyway? He doubted he’d be good enough, he doubted he’d a lot of things, but mostly he seemed to still begrudge himself for his past mistakes. And wasn’t it Emma who told him he’s a hero now? Well, he certainly doesn’t feel hero, he currently feels like a failure and a mess. Despite his mood and angry walking. Huffing, he wanted to punch something, let his anger get ahead of him. He stopped only to scrunch his eyes shut and wish to yell in frustration at the world. But never gave into it as a new life seemed to pass into him, stomping off again. Jefferson Hatter . Amethyst Silver . Rumplestiltskin . Regina Mills . Robin Hood |
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Rumplestiltskin
New Member
"Get ready, dearies."
Posts: 5
Time Zone: GMT
Character Sexual Orientation: Bissexual
Character Gender: Male
Large Avatar: http://assets0.minhaserie.com.br/uploads/editor_pictures/000/003/757/content_pic.jpg?1331130873
Character Occupation: The Dark One
Thread Tracker: Magic
Alias: Alex
Character Image: https://d.ecumenicalnews.com/full/23029/630-0/once-upon-a-time-season-6-mr-gold.jpg
Character Age: Immortal
Plot Page Link: http://hundredsuponthetime.boards.net/thread/17/rumplestiltskins-plotter
Personal Image: https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/once_upon_a_time_rumpelstiltskin_mr_gold_robert_carlyle_93702_1366x768.jpg
Character Relationship Status: Single
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Post by Rumplestiltskin on Feb 11, 2018 1:05:14 GMT
Something was not quite right. Persuading Regina of his innocence regarding this curse was way too easy. He thought of dropping the subject but, while he was relieved to avoid a long confrontation and further accusations, the quick way she dismissed him left him highly intrigued. Before any snarky comment could find it's way to Rumple's voice, the Evil had already stormed out of the crowd and began pacing to the woods. As some people started following her, Rumple just stood there, cane in his hand and a puzzled look on his face.
She knows what's going on.
Her pissed off attitude must have been a way to cover whatever knowledge - or even responsibility - she had about this whole episode. She would never let him off so quickly, and this sudden urge to go to the town line was deeply suspicious.
Finally, he decided to follow the crowd, keeping a certain distance. Idly observing as Regina undid the magical barrier that surrounded Storybrooke and stepped outside. Where did she think she was going? And, more importantly, why? Why look for answers outside town? Unless, of course, she already had them and had some hidden plan in mind.
His train of thought was interrupted by cries of panic from the Mad Hatter, who crashed into the crowd with a maddening expression in his eyes and panic in his voice. Trying to understand what he was shouting, Rumple decided to indulge in this dramatic show off. As he got closer to the focus of this mess, some people promptly moved from his way, while others were too distracted by the events to realize that the Dark One was trying to move among them. Reaching the source of all the chaos, he stopped to appreciate the scene. The Mad Hatter on his knees, imploring Regina to pull the barrier back up and mumbling about some unknown danger as his arm started to convulse violently. Rumple couldn't decide about what was weirder, the Hatter's look, his words or his overall posture.
Stepping out of the crowd, Rumple gave a few more steps until he was standing almost in the same space as the Hatter. Trying to avoid the jerking arm, he placed the end of his cane underneath the Hatter's jaw and used it to raise his head until they were facing each other. Meeting his eyes, he could sense the raw despair that inhabited them. What could terrify him this much was something he intended to find. "So tell me, dearie, why should we listen to the ramblings of a madman?"
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Mary Margaret “Snow”
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Posts: 4
Time Zone: PST
Character Sexual Orientation: Bi
Character Gender: Female
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Character Occupation: None yet
Alias: Wingless
Character Age: Lost Count
Plot Page Link: http://hundredsuponthetime.boards.net/thread/94/snow-plotter
Personal Image: https://goo.gl/images/1EhaNH
Character Relationship Status: Single
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Post by Mary Margaret “Snow” on Feb 17, 2018 4:31:45 GMT
She was first aware of the smell of earth; it was like an unsettling dream of something she couldn’t remember at first. The second thing she was aware of was the fact she had felt like this before; during her first sleeping curse. She hated the feeling then and it wasn’t any better now. The ache in her bones and throughout her whole body of being in one position for however length of time; this was familiar to her. The next thing was the heaviness she felt as she forced her green eyes opened. A twitch of one finger then the rest of her hand has she flexed them. Slowly The person that was once called Snow White sat up, moving slowly and with great effort. Her body felt different; as she looked around she realized it was because her hair had grown out and her clothing was covered in a thick layer of dust; so was everything else. She had fallen asleep next to her bed in her room; which had deteriorated. There was vines and plants growing in the wood work and the broken windows. Dazed and confused, she looked around at the room she almost didn’t remember... in fact it was taking some time to do so. But as the memory came rushing back to her; tears formed into her green eyes and she slowly stood. David? Emma? Where was everyone? Even as she thought of their names her lips moved; a croak was all she could form for a minute before her voice came back. “What happened?” She questioned herself as she moved to stand; bare feet being gathered under her to push herself up to a slightly unsure stand. Looking at her bare feet she realized she was going to need to fix that before she went outside. Her body moved forward to the closet to find something that would be good in wherever was out there. She settled on these new clothes that would work better than the dress she had fallen asleep in. Her legs were quickly covered in a pair of black pants and her hiking boots. Her top was switched into a tank top under a longer sleeved shirt and a jacket. She slide her hand into the back of the closet to pull out her bow and arrows. Feeling as ready as she could Snow found her way out of the ruined building. Her green eyes looking around as she exited into the unexpected bright sun. Regina Mills Jefferson Hatter Robin Hood Killian Jones Amethyst Silver Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk |
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was awake by the looks of things, or he was hallucinating in which case it’s a cruel trick that he would like to stop right now, he’d be happy with any other kind or some other kind.
