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Ah! True! Jekyll and Hyde could count as separates!
Not what I meant, but ok.
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Not what I meant, but ok.
It's fine. I understand.
Take all the time you need.
You have my condolences. :(
Take all the time you need.
You have my condolences. :(
....*coughjekyll&hydecough*
I'm also considering an idea for a second character. ^^"
I was thinking that there will be a new one for every battle.
Collaboration between GuardianAngelHaruki and Ghost Shadow
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Henry could do little as the events unfolded around him. Before he knew it, he found himself alone with the predatory woman who seemed strangely...enticing.
Letting out a deep sigh of exasperation, he hailed the bartender, ordering himself a glass of red wine to drink. Might as well enjoy what shambles of the evening were left.
The woman ordered another glass of scotch, and once she had it, she downed it quickly. She was silent and pensive, and as she remained pensive, the woman felt the familiar sharp pang in her heart.
She shook her head and tried to ignore whatever it was she felt. She looked to Henry, and she said to him, "So. Do you go to bars very often?"
Henry jumped slightly as the woman spoke to him, obviously not expecting such an occurrence. "Nah, not often." He began, taking a sip of his drink before speaking again. "But that's not to say occasionally. I can safely say that this is the most interesting one, though." He added with an amused expression that veiled that still-present caution.
The woman chuckled amusedly, and she commented, "Yeah. Makes the name fit the bar huh? We all are mad here, or so they say,"
She then asked "So, what do you like to do?" She looked over him and she commented "You seem like a very intelligent person,"
Henry smirked at her first comment, noting the phrase commonly applied to the story - to his world. His expression, however, turned to one of confusion at her inquery. Not many people had specifically asked him what he liked to do...and now that he'd thought on it, there wasn't much that came to mind. "Well..." He began, clearing his throat before speaking again. "I like to read, fun little hobby. I'm not too shabby at the piano...and...I'm not so sure." He finally said, wondering if the lack of hobbies was a bad thing or not.
The woman smiled a bit and said "I see," She winced as she felt pain in her heart, and she said "As much as I would love to stay and get to know you more. But I must go," She then paid the bartender and she stood up to leave.
"Be seein' you around." He said in a neutral tone, finishing his own drink as he watched her walk out. Paying the bartender, he waited a sufficient amount of time before deciding to find out who this 'mystery woman' was.
He left the bar quietly and started at a cautious, slow pace, hoping to find at least something about this infamous stranger.
The woman kept on walking and she walked from the bar and headed towards the park. When she reached the park, she stopped, and she turned to see Henry nearby. She called to him, "You know, if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could've asked,"
"Seemed rather important, figured I'd watch from a distance, so to speak." He replied, approaching her at a rather slow pace, but with a certain swagger to his step.
"You've piqued my interest, that much is certain." He commented with a smirk.
The woman smiled and she answered, "Glad I caught your interest. But, it's nothing important, I'm just heading home,". She thought of something and she asked, "I don't suppose you would want to meet again some other night?"
"Sure, we'll call it a date - well...not a date, more like a...gathering of sorts." After stuttering a few more times he finally cleared his throat and spoke simply, "I'm staying at Granny's, more likely than not, I'll be there." He grinned in an almost wild fashion before turning on his heel to leave.
The woman chuckled at his stuttering, and she said "I'll look for you there then. It's a date," She then waved to him and calmly called "Ciao~!" as she turned and left as well.
She entered Faye's house through the back door, and while she was at home, the woman physically changed into, none other, Faye Stevenson. She shook her head and mumbled in confusion, "What...happened?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Henry could do little as the events unfolded around him. Before he knew it, he found himself alone with the predatory woman who seemed strangely...enticing.
Letting out a deep sigh of exasperation, he hailed the bartender, ordering himself a glass of red wine to drink. Might as well enjoy what shambles of the evening were left.
The woman ordered another glass of scotch, and once she had it, she downed it quickly. She was silent and pensive, and as she remained pensive, the woman felt the familiar sharp pang in her heart.
She shook her head and tried to ignore whatever it was she felt. She looked to Henry, and she said to him, "So. Do you go to bars very often?"
Henry jumped slightly as the woman spoke to him, obviously not expecting such an occurrence. "Nah, not often." He began, taking a sip of his drink before speaking again. "But that's not to say occasionally. I can safely say that this is the most interesting one, though." He added with an amused expression that veiled that still-present caution.
The woman chuckled amusedly, and she commented, "Yeah. Makes the name fit the bar huh? We all are mad here, or so they say,"
She then asked "So, what do you like to do?" She looked over him and she commented "You seem like a very intelligent person,"
Henry smirked at her first comment, noting the phrase commonly applied to the story - to his world. His expression, however, turned to one of confusion at her inquery. Not many people had specifically asked him what he liked to do...and now that he'd thought on it, there wasn't much that came to mind. "Well..." He began, clearing his throat before speaking again. "I like to read, fun little hobby. I'm not too shabby at the piano...and...I'm not so sure." He finally said, wondering if the lack of hobbies was a bad thing or not.
The woman smiled a bit and said "I see," She winced as she felt pain in her heart, and she said "As much as I would love to stay and get to know you more. But I must go," She then paid the bartender and she stood up to leave.
"Be seein' you around." He said in a neutral tone, finishing his own drink as he watched her walk out. Paying the bartender, he waited a sufficient amount of time before deciding to find out who this 'mystery woman' was.
He left the bar quietly and started at a cautious, slow pace, hoping to find at least something about this infamous stranger.
The woman kept on walking and she walked from the bar and headed towards the park. When she reached the park, she stopped, and she turned to see Henry nearby. She called to him, "You know, if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could've asked,"
"Seemed rather important, figured I'd watch from a distance, so to speak." He replied, approaching her at a rather slow pace, but with a certain swagger to his step.
"You've piqued my interest, that much is certain." He commented with a smirk.
The woman smiled and she answered, "Glad I caught your interest. But, it's nothing important, I'm just heading home,". She thought of something and she asked, "I don't suppose you would want to meet again some other night?"
"Sure, we'll call it a date - well...not a date, more like a...gathering of sorts." After stuttering a few more times he finally cleared his throat and spoke simply, "I'm staying at Granny's, more likely than not, I'll be there." He grinned in an almost wild fashion before turning on his heel to leave.
The woman chuckled at his stuttering, and she said "I'll look for you there then. It's a date," She then waved to him and calmly called "Ciao~!" as she turned and left as well.
She entered Faye's house through the back door, and while she was at home, the woman physically changed into, none other, Faye Stevenson. She shook her head and mumbled in confusion, "What...happened?"
Battle 1 Order:
-TheRider
-TheMM00s3
-GuardianAngelHaruki
-MonkeyBusiness
-BlackCat
-Keyblade87
-Duthguy
-Hero
-TheRider
-TheMM00s3
-GuardianAngelHaruki
-MonkeyBusiness
-BlackCat
-Keyblade87
-Duthguy
-Hero
I agree.
I can set up the post order based on the previous posts, if that's alright with everyone.
I can set up the post order based on the previous posts, if that's alright with everyone.
YAAAY!
Collaboration between GhostShadow as Henry Carlyle and GuardianAngelHaruki as Dr. Faye Stevenson
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Henry left the pawnshop feeling quite pleased with himself. One visit landed him his sister's diary, a new job, and now some kind of storybook. He reached into his pocket for his key, letting it go to its normal spot around his neck. The feel of the item against his neck gave him comfort, like a lifeline. He let his eyes close and let out a deep sigh before continuing on his journey - now to Storybrooke general hospital.
The drive wasn't too far, as it seemed all the important locations were conveniently placed not too far from each other.
He was whistling some ancient song from about 80 years ago when he stepped through the automatic door, keeping both books tucked securely under his arm.
He stepped up to the receptionist's counter, offering a friendly smile of greeting before speaking. "Hello, I'm looking for a...Dr. Stevenson." He requested, rocking back and forth slightly as he looked about the sterilized environment that was the hospital.
The receptionist who had been staring and writing on the papers at her desk, looked up grumpily at Henry as she chewed her gum loudly. She sneered with a nasily voice, "Dr. Stevenson is a busy woman. If you don't have an appointment or there's no emergency, then I suggest you wait," When it seemed that Henry wasn't making a move towards the chairs, she narrowed her gaze at him and warned "I'm watching you Mister...Watching,"
As soon as Henry was far enough away, the receptionist paged Dr. Stevenson.
Meanwhile, Dr. Stevenson walked down the halls speaking irritably to Dr. Whale, "Dr. Whale, You're supposed to check Leroy's throat before you prescribe him with medication! Now cancel that prescription!"
She sighed as Dr. Whale walked off to do as Dr. Stevenson ordered. She received the paging from the receptionist counter, and she headed over. She reached the receptionist and she asked politely and in a friendly manner, "What seems to be the problem, Ms. Lezowski?"
The receptionist pointed and answered, with more respect towards Dr. Stevenson than she showed to Henry, "That man wishes to see you, Dr. Stevenson," Faye looked to where the receptionist was pointing. She blinked at the sight of the stranger. She was curious about the new stranger that walked into the hospital, but she shook off the slight shock and she walked up to the stranger. She greeted, "Hello, I'm Dr. Faye Stevenson. You wanted to see me?"
Henry almost couldn't believe his eyes when the doctor finally entered the waiting room - it was Dr. Jekyll...and yet, it wasn't. An echo, a ripple in the water, maybe. But not the "real" Jekyll.
"Oh, uh, hello." He greeted somewhat awkwardly, quickly regaining his composure. "Henry Carlyle, pleasure to meet you. I came here to find out information about reading to a coma patient...something along those lines?" He inquired, still getting over the strange feeling of seeing someone who could be considered a 'friend' now as a complete stranger in front of him.
Faye noticed his shock and his awkward greeting and quick recovery of composure. She didn't point it out though as she listened to him state why he was here. After he did, she smiled happily and said "Oh! You're here to volunteer. I'm sure Ms. Jane Doe would be happy to have someone read to her,"
Of course Faye was making a mental note to keep an eye on the stranger and have his background checked. It was better to be safe than sorry and lose a patient's life. She said to him, her smile still on her face, "Please follow me. I'll show you to Ms. Jane Doe," She then turned to lead him to the back room where Jane Doe was.
As she walked down the halls with the stranger, she told him in a friendly tone, "The rules for volunteering are quite simple. Just come in during visiting hours, and read to her during that time. We'll have your volunteer badge ready for you the next time you come. If she wakes up, hit the Call Nurse button on her bed,"
She then started a bit of small talk as they continued walking, "So, Mr. Carlyle, was it? What brings you to our quaint little town?"
Henry nodded in understanding as she went over the rules, his face taking on the expression of slight discomfort when she asked why he came to Storybrooke in the first place.
"Oh, I dunno, wanted a slight change of pace to something smaller - more peaceful." He answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "New York was too busy for me, but I feel I could love this town." He finished hopefully with a small smile as they both walked down the hall.
Faye smiled at his answer and said "I see. I do hope you enjoy your stay in Storybrooke," She then reached the door that led into Ms Doe's room, and she stated "Ah, here we are," She lifted the badge to the scanner and unlocked the door. She opened it and let Henry and herself in. She stated "Here she is,"
Henry stepped through after Faye did, stepping into the main body of the room; only to be hit by another shock. The woman on the bed was no Jane Doe - at least not to him. The same black hair (albeit much shorter), the pale skin, even the color of her lips which still carried a hint of red.
He slowly approached the bed, no other sounds around him except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. "Snow..." He said in a hushed tone, just barely above a whisper as he looked down upon the only person who he ever let come close to him since Alice...and she was a husk.
Faye blinked in surprise when Henry had a look of shock cross his face and she watched as he slowly approached the bed. After he stated that one word in a whisper, and she asked "Snow....Is that her name?"
After she caught his attention, she said to him, "Mr. Carlyle, if you know anything about her, please let me know. It is important that we contact her family and friends, they may be very worried about her,"
Henry was silent, still as a statue as his eyes were plastered on the woman who was his friend - his only friend.
Hearing Faye's voice, he turned his head slowly, his face grim and serious. "No...no, I don't know her. She just, reminded me of someone I knew once..." He looked back at Snow for a moment.
"I have no idea who this person is." He said as a final word, his voice quiet and shaky.
Faye raised an eyebrow at his answer. From his tone of voice, she could guess that Henry was remembering something tramautic, but she couldn't shake off the gut feeling that he was lying. She sighed through her nose and she said sadly "I see. That's unfortunate,"
"Yes. Quite." Henry responded in a curt manner, letting his fists clench and unclench to release some of the shock. "Is there anything else you needed to cover with me for volunteering, doctor?" He asked in a neutral tone, trying to switch the subject.
Faye answered Henry, "No, no. I believe I have told you all that you need to know. I will be in here as you read to Jane Doe though, as a precaution," She shrugged and said optimistically, "Who knows? Maybe she'll wake up as you read to her,"
"Maybe...maybe." Henry repeated, forcing a small smile of hollow optimism. He sauntered to the corner of the room, grabbing one of the chairs by the armrest and pulling it closer to the bed.
He sat down, making sure to obscurely hide the diary in his coat pocket before opening the larger book. "Well, let's begin, shall we?" He asked, knowing full well there would be no response.
"Let's start with a personal favorite of mine: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." He proclaimed with a genuine smile before beginning to read aloud from the book.
"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her....."
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Henry left the pawnshop feeling quite pleased with himself. One visit landed him his sister's diary, a new job, and now some kind of storybook. He reached into his pocket for his key, letting it go to its normal spot around his neck. The feel of the item against his neck gave him comfort, like a lifeline. He let his eyes close and let out a deep sigh before continuing on his journey - now to Storybrooke general hospital.
The drive wasn't too far, as it seemed all the important locations were conveniently placed not too far from each other.
He was whistling some ancient song from about 80 years ago when he stepped through the automatic door, keeping both books tucked securely under his arm.
He stepped up to the receptionist's counter, offering a friendly smile of greeting before speaking. "Hello, I'm looking for a...Dr. Stevenson." He requested, rocking back and forth slightly as he looked about the sterilized environment that was the hospital.
The receptionist who had been staring and writing on the papers at her desk, looked up grumpily at Henry as she chewed her gum loudly. She sneered with a nasily voice, "Dr. Stevenson is a busy woman. If you don't have an appointment or there's no emergency, then I suggest you wait," When it seemed that Henry wasn't making a move towards the chairs, she narrowed her gaze at him and warned "I'm watching you Mister...Watching,"
As soon as Henry was far enough away, the receptionist paged Dr. Stevenson.
Meanwhile, Dr. Stevenson walked down the halls speaking irritably to Dr. Whale, "Dr. Whale, You're supposed to check Leroy's throat before you prescribe him with medication! Now cancel that prescription!"
She sighed as Dr. Whale walked off to do as Dr. Stevenson ordered. She received the paging from the receptionist counter, and she headed over. She reached the receptionist and she asked politely and in a friendly manner, "What seems to be the problem, Ms. Lezowski?"
The receptionist pointed and answered, with more respect towards Dr. Stevenson than she showed to Henry, "That man wishes to see you, Dr. Stevenson," Faye looked to where the receptionist was pointing. She blinked at the sight of the stranger. She was curious about the new stranger that walked into the hospital, but she shook off the slight shock and she walked up to the stranger. She greeted, "Hello, I'm Dr. Faye Stevenson. You wanted to see me?"
Henry almost couldn't believe his eyes when the doctor finally entered the waiting room - it was Dr. Jekyll...and yet, it wasn't. An echo, a ripple in the water, maybe. But not the "real" Jekyll.
"Oh, uh, hello." He greeted somewhat awkwardly, quickly regaining his composure. "Henry Carlyle, pleasure to meet you. I came here to find out information about reading to a coma patient...something along those lines?" He inquired, still getting over the strange feeling of seeing someone who could be considered a 'friend' now as a complete stranger in front of him.
Faye noticed his shock and his awkward greeting and quick recovery of composure. She didn't point it out though as she listened to him state why he was here. After he did, she smiled happily and said "Oh! You're here to volunteer. I'm sure Ms. Jane Doe would be happy to have someone read to her,"
Of course Faye was making a mental note to keep an eye on the stranger and have his background checked. It was better to be safe than sorry and lose a patient's life. She said to him, her smile still on her face, "Please follow me. I'll show you to Ms. Jane Doe," She then turned to lead him to the back room where Jane Doe was.
As she walked down the halls with the stranger, she told him in a friendly tone, "The rules for volunteering are quite simple. Just come in during visiting hours, and read to her during that time. We'll have your volunteer badge ready for you the next time you come. If she wakes up, hit the Call Nurse button on her bed,"
She then started a bit of small talk as they continued walking, "So, Mr. Carlyle, was it? What brings you to our quaint little town?"
Henry nodded in understanding as she went over the rules, his face taking on the expression of slight discomfort when she asked why he came to Storybrooke in the first place.
"Oh, I dunno, wanted a slight change of pace to something smaller - more peaceful." He answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "New York was too busy for me, but I feel I could love this town." He finished hopefully with a small smile as they both walked down the hall.
Faye smiled at his answer and said "I see. I do hope you enjoy your stay in Storybrooke," She then reached the door that led into Ms Doe's room, and she stated "Ah, here we are," She lifted the badge to the scanner and unlocked the door. She opened it and let Henry and herself in. She stated "Here she is,"
Henry stepped through after Faye did, stepping into the main body of the room; only to be hit by another shock. The woman on the bed was no Jane Doe - at least not to him. The same black hair (albeit much shorter), the pale skin, even the color of her lips which still carried a hint of red.
He slowly approached the bed, no other sounds around him except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. "Snow..." He said in a hushed tone, just barely above a whisper as he looked down upon the only person who he ever let come close to him since Alice...and she was a husk.
Faye blinked in surprise when Henry had a look of shock cross his face and she watched as he slowly approached the bed. After he stated that one word in a whisper, and she asked "Snow....Is that her name?"
After she caught his attention, she said to him, "Mr. Carlyle, if you know anything about her, please let me know. It is important that we contact her family and friends, they may be very worried about her,"
Henry was silent, still as a statue as his eyes were plastered on the woman who was his friend - his only friend.
Hearing Faye's voice, he turned his head slowly, his face grim and serious. "No...no, I don't know her. She just, reminded me of someone I knew once..." He looked back at Snow for a moment.
"I have no idea who this person is." He said as a final word, his voice quiet and shaky.
Faye raised an eyebrow at his answer. From his tone of voice, she could guess that Henry was remembering something tramautic, but she couldn't shake off the gut feeling that he was lying. She sighed through her nose and she said sadly "I see. That's unfortunate,"
"Yes. Quite." Henry responded in a curt manner, letting his fists clench and unclench to release some of the shock. "Is there anything else you needed to cover with me for volunteering, doctor?" He asked in a neutral tone, trying to switch the subject.
Faye answered Henry, "No, no. I believe I have told you all that you need to know. I will be in here as you read to Jane Doe though, as a precaution," She shrugged and said optimistically, "Who knows? Maybe she'll wake up as you read to her,"
"Maybe...maybe." Henry repeated, forcing a small smile of hollow optimism. He sauntered to the corner of the room, grabbing one of the chairs by the armrest and pulling it closer to the bed.
He sat down, making sure to obscurely hide the diary in his coat pocket before opening the larger book. "Well, let's begin, shall we?" He asked, knowing full well there would be no response.
"Let's start with a personal favorite of mine: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." He proclaimed with a genuine smile before beginning to read aloud from the book.
"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her....."
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