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:D *trying exponentially harder not too be dead*
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Still alive, kind of. The wifi hasn't been great to where I wanted it. Either this laptop is connecting and I make my posts tomorrow, or I'm going to the library to make some RP posts.
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Again, sorry if I've been running slow...a whole other, months long RP was just shut down, nd that was kind of depressing.
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Despite storming out of the diner in a hurry, Knox has stayed on the premises for almost a quarter of an hour, sleeping in his car. Pathetic. The door was wide open, to prevent the unusual heat of the sun from cooking his old Camaro and baking him alive…at least, not perfectly. Arm resting on the dashboard, the burning sensation under it, his forehead on his arm, the sun beaming through…
“If you can’t wait for me to return, have…David walk you back to our home.”
Eyes opening, the light flooded to him and rendered him temporarily blind. Slapping the top of the warm flat surface, he remembered his sunglasses in the glove compartment. Half-blind, Knox managed to pop it open and retrieve the aforementioned eyewear, as well as his usual security guard gloves.
With his gloves on, slamming the door shut, the heated up steering wheel wouldn’t be a problem, and with his sunglasses on Knox could escape being a driving hazard. Starting his car, and making his way off the premises, he saw through his rear-view mirror that his spot was quickly filled by another diner goer. Deep down, he could only hope that other sorts of empty spots would be filled in, with no more difficulty.
Huh, though lack of sleep made his eyelids feel that much heavier, at the very least he wasn't blinded now…
Blind…there was a few other things Knox wasn't blind to, and the one on his mind was David and Mary Margaret’s subtly developing interest in each other. Mary, the one he remembered so well, wasn't someone who could be coveted…no, she was a woman who was shared by all, and not in the way Ruby—
Breathing out an angry sigh, the man honestly didn't know why he'd been so stupid to leave Mary with that man? The look those to exchanged, she seemed more confused than happy with her actual husband, yet there was a special sort of shine he remembered in her eyes—and what did Knox expect? Coming all the way here to this diner during the lunch hours, that Ruby would ask him to…leave his wife?
The idea made his physically shudder…because somehow, deep down, though at this moment he tried his damned hardest to deny it…Knox was sure he would have instantly said yes. There was nothing left to do but banish those thoughts. Now, to find that wedding ring, the last object he had yet to bring to Mary Margaret.
At present, if would take quite a bit of time to leave town…there had been little to no report of Mary’s vehicle’s whereabouts, nothing of the dear woman’s found anywhere. Everybody had been sitting on these mysterious facts for the past five years. Somehow, he did recall one, but his memory seemed fuzzy on what she had driven.
From the information he had been given, there had only been the Jane Doe, and not much else. In his mind, not even his mind half deprived of sleep, he was sure that the evidence of the wreck was far outside of town. Had to be. Whether he'd find her stuff in the next town over, or have to drive even further to meet a friend of hers…again, his mind was fuzzy on the memories…he had to find a way, sick of just letting things just stand like this.
Arm braced against the steering wheel, sore, the loud continuous honk of the horn. There was a sense of déjà vu, lifting his forehead. Burning pain in his arm, no sunglasses…reaching with his less painful arm, he touched along shoulder and chest, feeling the seatbelt indeed present. Lifting his head, blinking his eyes, there was a momentary blurriness to match the fuzziness of his most recent memories. There wasn't much sun peeking through the window, so putting the sunglasses out of his min—what happened to the--?!
Straightening himself up properly in his seat and feeling a sharp pain shoot through his arm, Knox reached over with his good arm to open the door and kicking the door open, but not before noticing…
“Oh no, no no no…shit.” Unbuckling his seat belt and scrambling out of his car, Knox could only stand wide eyed and slightly slack jawed at the sight before him. It was like something out of a movie, the front of his car crushed to a tree, plumes of smoke wafting out of the wreck. Slamming a fist onto the top of the totalled vehicle, cursing under his breath, all that was left to do was take a moment to breathe and collect himself.
“…”
Arm and head sore, the man trudged up back onto the road from the grassy area under the trees, grunting for every strenuous movement of his arm…and wasn't sure what he was expecting. Expectations, he had a lot of those in today. The animal, he had swerved to avoid some sort of animal on his way out of town, and for some reason…couldn't remember what animal, precisely. Pathetic. At least, there was no evidence of him clipping the animal…thinking this, staring at his totalled car.
Trudging back to the side of his vehicle, the smoke clearing leaving only a stale wreck, the defeated security guard didn't even have much left in him to properly check the damage of the totalled car, or his own physical being. His father suffering from some sort of degenerative disease, his wife Mary Margaret an amnesiac and quickly getting over him, Ruby refusing to speak or even see him again, his precious car was totalled…
As Knox dropped onto the grass to sit beside the wreck that was once a fixed up old, roadworthy Camaro, the security guard patted along his pockets with his able arm to eventually pull out his cellphone. Having turned it off for the all-important confrontation he had at lunch, it took about a minute and a half to—?
The plan to call a tow truck was set aside momentarily when he took note of several missed calls, and a handful of voice messages from one of the security staff…perhaps he should have kept his walkie talkie charged and with him today, something had clearly happened during his absence. Shaking his head and opening the first voice message, Knox pressed the cellphone to his ear and felt bewildered by these series of events happening today.
And then, forgetting for that instant that it was a voice message, “F-Faye?! What happened to Faye?!” There a minute that the defeated man sat in silence, before the most absolute anguished cry of utter despair rang out through the wide area.
“If you can’t wait for me to return, have…David walk you back to our home.”
Eyes opening, the light flooded to him and rendered him temporarily blind. Slapping the top of the warm flat surface, he remembered his sunglasses in the glove compartment. Half-blind, Knox managed to pop it open and retrieve the aforementioned eyewear, as well as his usual security guard gloves.
With his gloves on, slamming the door shut, the heated up steering wheel wouldn’t be a problem, and with his sunglasses on Knox could escape being a driving hazard. Starting his car, and making his way off the premises, he saw through his rear-view mirror that his spot was quickly filled by another diner goer. Deep down, he could only hope that other sorts of empty spots would be filled in, with no more difficulty.
Huh, though lack of sleep made his eyelids feel that much heavier, at the very least he wasn't blinded now…
Blind…there was a few other things Knox wasn't blind to, and the one on his mind was David and Mary Margaret’s subtly developing interest in each other. Mary, the one he remembered so well, wasn't someone who could be coveted…no, she was a woman who was shared by all, and not in the way Ruby—
Breathing out an angry sigh, the man honestly didn't know why he'd been so stupid to leave Mary with that man? The look those to exchanged, she seemed more confused than happy with her actual husband, yet there was a special sort of shine he remembered in her eyes—and what did Knox expect? Coming all the way here to this diner during the lunch hours, that Ruby would ask him to…leave his wife?
The idea made his physically shudder…because somehow, deep down, though at this moment he tried his damned hardest to deny it…Knox was sure he would have instantly said yes. There was nothing left to do but banish those thoughts. Now, to find that wedding ring, the last object he had yet to bring to Mary Margaret.
At present, if would take quite a bit of time to leave town…there had been little to no report of Mary’s vehicle’s whereabouts, nothing of the dear woman’s found anywhere. Everybody had been sitting on these mysterious facts for the past five years. Somehow, he did recall one, but his memory seemed fuzzy on what she had driven.
From the information he had been given, there had only been the Jane Doe, and not much else. In his mind, not even his mind half deprived of sleep, he was sure that the evidence of the wreck was far outside of town. Had to be. Whether he'd find her stuff in the next town over, or have to drive even further to meet a friend of hers…again, his mind was fuzzy on the memories…he had to find a way, sick of just letting things just stand like this.
Arm braced against the steering wheel, sore, the loud continuous honk of the horn. There was a sense of déjà vu, lifting his forehead. Burning pain in his arm, no sunglasses…reaching with his less painful arm, he touched along shoulder and chest, feeling the seatbelt indeed present. Lifting his head, blinking his eyes, there was a momentary blurriness to match the fuzziness of his most recent memories. There wasn't much sun peeking through the window, so putting the sunglasses out of his min—what happened to the--?!
Straightening himself up properly in his seat and feeling a sharp pain shoot through his arm, Knox reached over with his good arm to open the door and kicking the door open, but not before noticing…
“Oh no, no no no…shit.” Unbuckling his seat belt and scrambling out of his car, Knox could only stand wide eyed and slightly slack jawed at the sight before him. It was like something out of a movie, the front of his car crushed to a tree, plumes of smoke wafting out of the wreck. Slamming a fist onto the top of the totalled vehicle, cursing under his breath, all that was left to do was take a moment to breathe and collect himself.
“…”
Arm and head sore, the man trudged up back onto the road from the grassy area under the trees, grunting for every strenuous movement of his arm…and wasn't sure what he was expecting. Expectations, he had a lot of those in today. The animal, he had swerved to avoid some sort of animal on his way out of town, and for some reason…couldn't remember what animal, precisely. Pathetic. At least, there was no evidence of him clipping the animal…thinking this, staring at his totalled car.
Trudging back to the side of his vehicle, the smoke clearing leaving only a stale wreck, the defeated security guard didn't even have much left in him to properly check the damage of the totalled car, or his own physical being. His father suffering from some sort of degenerative disease, his wife Mary Margaret an amnesiac and quickly getting over him, Ruby refusing to speak or even see him again, his precious car was totalled…
As Knox dropped onto the grass to sit beside the wreck that was once a fixed up old, roadworthy Camaro, the security guard patted along his pockets with his able arm to eventually pull out his cellphone. Having turned it off for the all-important confrontation he had at lunch, it took about a minute and a half to—?
The plan to call a tow truck was set aside momentarily when he took note of several missed calls, and a handful of voice messages from one of the security staff…perhaps he should have kept his walkie talkie charged and with him today, something had clearly happened during his absence. Shaking his head and opening the first voice message, Knox pressed the cellphone to his ear and felt bewildered by these series of events happening today.
And then, forgetting for that instant that it was a voice message, “F-Faye?! What happened to Faye?!” There a minute that the defeated man sat in silence, before the most absolute anguished cry of utter despair rang out through the wide area.
(Collaboration Post Featuring YoshiSkittlez's Ruby and Major Ursa's Knox Kowalski)
There wasn't a spot of shade left in the parking lot, for him to park his old Camaro. The lunch hour seemed particularly busy, and no doubt the darker tones of the car would cause it to heat up greatly in the sun. Still, it was a matter of personal importance, with no better alternatives possible. Ruby seemed to have his breakfast, early or the rare late, memorised...Knox would catch her off guard at lunch.
Stepping into the diner, most of the regulars of this time were generally confused, but it was busy and they got over the novelty of his presence. Scanning the scene, with the memory of what was usually a near empty diner at surface memory; Knox automatically spotted his usual spot. Such luck, it was unoccupied. Sitting in the near back, but the window, watching the world outside but ignoring the one he was in…so very fucking like him. In his contemplation of the scene, a few people came in and filled up the booth, but he paid no mind.
Flicking his gaze to the tables closer to the front, the one unoccupied table was still being cleared and cleaned…such luck, by the one person he was looking for. Making his way to the table, almost knocking over an occupied chair in his tired stupor, Knox was not yet noticed by the girl as her back was to him; Ruby was leaning over the table to (badly) clean the table as she does. Stopped another waitress to fetch a black coffee for him, the security guard unceremoniously took a seat closest to Ruby, though she didn’t seem to realise who he was yet, not likely to think he'd even come at lunch as it was rare. Not saying a word, Knox let out his usual sigh as he rubbed his tired eyes—the most exhaustion felt in years, the deepest circles under his eyes—and waited for Ruby to finally notice his presence.
The other waitress came over and set the coffee mug in front of him, but Knox could only look up and nod acknowledging at the woman, not even thinking about touching the mug. It…reminded him of a particularly disturbing dream, but he’d rather not dwell on it. Blinking, it seems Ruby was still having trouble with cleaning this particular table,
“Walk around to the other side; you can't efficiently clean up the ketchup spill by leaning on the table in such a way.” His mouth was set in a firm line, but the security guard waited patiently for her response.
Ruby stopped the pointless scrubbing on the table and looked over her shoulder, an orchestra ensemble of varying emotions playing into her eyes as they landed on the dishevelled Knox; confusion, anger, resentment, pity, surprise. She huffed and looked back to the stubborn stain on the table, scraping away at it with new vigour as the 'noon sleepies' escaped her. She'd have to remind Tony to cancel her order of coffee once he was done unwrapping the cheese slices.
"Shouldn't you be with your wife?" Ruby asked, the last word leaving her lips as though it were a bitter poison and finally succumbed to walking around to the other side of the table to attack the stain, though she refused to look back up at him.
Staring down at his mug of coffee dully, the mention of his wife made Knox feel numb,
"Maybe I should be." Picking up the mug, Knox downed it in one go, and continued to stare down at the empty mug almost angrily from there. Slowly, almost expectantly, he turned the mug around...and let out a strangely relieved sigh.
Ruby chose not to respond, instead, she attacked the stain with more anger than what was probably deemed appropriate for such a small stain; it had been wiped up long ago anyway. Once she started to wear into the wood, and realizing it, Ruby let up and blew a stream of air into her face that caught the stray strand of hair that had been bugging her and blew it out of her face.
"Granny! I'm taking my break!" She called out to the older woman.
"No you're not! You still got ten minutes!" The elderly woman called from inside the kitchens.
"Granny!" Ruby called out again, in a sort of tone that might have been code for something. That was only confirmed when Granny stuck her head through the kitchen window where the orders came out of to see Knox sitting next to Ruby. The older woman's eyes squinted, perhaps even glared at Knox before looking to her granddaughter.
Knox noticed the look Ruby's grandmother gave him, and it made his insides twists unpleasantly. It felt familiar, though he couldn't recount the last time he really gotten such a look. Flicking his eyes back to Ruby...
"Tony! Ruby's taking her twenty! Ease up on those cheese slices!"
Ruby gave her grandmother and appreciative smile and headed to leave, probably to hide in one of the back rooms until Knox was gone as she usually did.
Standing up and catching the waitress's wrist, not roughly but carefully. Though the circles of Knox's tired eyes were deep...his gaze was intense, but his voice was quiet, "I'm sorry, I can't apologise enough for what's happened. There is no two ways about this issue; everything that's happened is my fault, with my wife and with you-"
"Knox..." Ruby said in a warning tone, indicating to him that she didn't want to talk about this. Not now, not ever...
"-yell at me, hit me, I would deserve it all...but, damn it, Ruby!" Squeezing her hand in his, he let it go and stepped away, the man didn't say anything for several moments, "Do you want me to forget about you? Tell me what you want, is leaving you alone really what you want me to do?!"
Ruby pulled her hand back and let her arms cross over her chest. Her jaw remained set firmly, but her eyes gave away that this probably just as painful to hear as it was for him to say.
"I'm not mad at you!" She barked harshly, wincing as she realized maybe a bit too loudly as some of the customers turned to watch the scene. "And I'm certainly not going to hit you...even if it might make me feel better..." She added with a lower tone so that only he could hear but then shook her head no. She knew hitting him would only be a temporary resolve anyway.
"What I want Knox...what I want I can't have, and it's not your fault or mine. I can't...I can't even look at you let alone talk to you, it's too painful; a painful reminder that I opened up too soon-"
"And what?" Knox interject, swallowing down the pain bitterly, he couldn't hold back some of the anger and hurt in his tone, "You think it's easy for me to come in here every morning to see if you're in, to see you like this...? No, not even see you, and know the one you don't want to see is me? You think this is better, that running away is better? And after all this, I have to return to my wife, who barely remembers me?"
"-I should have known better, I should have had better instincts or at least followed the crappy ones I had. The saddest part about all of this is that I might have actually even loved you. So yes, yes Knox stay away from me, ignore me on the streets or wherever it is that we pass each other by and I promise to do the same, it is better that way, at least that way I can at least pretend to be happy about it. Mary Margaret will remember you in time, just like you remembered her, and then the two of you can live happily ever after." Ruby choked on her last words, her eyes wettening but she remained strong through her final word.
"Don't...don't you DARE presume to understand how I should feel about any of this, and don't make promises that things will get better when I've only ever seen them get worse. To assume anything-" Knox practically roared out loud that first bit, the diner fell silent at the usually quiet man's outburst, though the rest of what he said seemed to trail off to a cold tone, "-when Red, you hardly know me!"
For a moment, Knox peered down at her dully, before finally noticing the actual wetness of her near teary eyes. Anger built up in his chest, not at her, but in himself. Once again, he could only manage to hurt Ruby further, he should have just shut his damn mouth and left.
Not even thinking, Knox grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at the closest wall. As it shattered and the man came to his senses, he turned pale staring at the bone white fragments scattered by the wall. The attending waitress passing close to the wall had jumped back right before the mug made impact, and looked down at the fragments in horror, but Knox had an even greater look of horror on his face...for what reason, it wasn't apparent.
Suddenly becoming meek, practically shrinking in on himself, Knox spoke up to Ruby again, "We're perfect strangers from here on out. Nothing will ever change it, because this is what you want." Walking up to the front counter slowly as if unsure of his feet, he pulled out his wallet and pulled out all of his paper money to place on the surface, before hurrying out of the place.
Ruby listened and watched with a quiet expression, her face ungiving to any sort of emotion or surprise by both his words and actions. It wasn't until he had left the diner completely did she feel as if she could move again. She made eye contact with Ashley, the other waitress, as she cleaned up the broken bits of mug and Ashley nodded her assurance as if to say 'I got this.' Feeling every single pair of eyes in the diner on her, Ruby hurried back behind the counter to disappear into the kitchens to finally let it all out.
There wasn't a spot of shade left in the parking lot, for him to park his old Camaro. The lunch hour seemed particularly busy, and no doubt the darker tones of the car would cause it to heat up greatly in the sun. Still, it was a matter of personal importance, with no better alternatives possible. Ruby seemed to have his breakfast, early or the rare late, memorised...Knox would catch her off guard at lunch.
Stepping into the diner, most of the regulars of this time were generally confused, but it was busy and they got over the novelty of his presence. Scanning the scene, with the memory of what was usually a near empty diner at surface memory; Knox automatically spotted his usual spot. Such luck, it was unoccupied. Sitting in the near back, but the window, watching the world outside but ignoring the one he was in…so very fucking like him. In his contemplation of the scene, a few people came in and filled up the booth, but he paid no mind.
Flicking his gaze to the tables closer to the front, the one unoccupied table was still being cleared and cleaned…such luck, by the one person he was looking for. Making his way to the table, almost knocking over an occupied chair in his tired stupor, Knox was not yet noticed by the girl as her back was to him; Ruby was leaning over the table to (badly) clean the table as she does. Stopped another waitress to fetch a black coffee for him, the security guard unceremoniously took a seat closest to Ruby, though she didn’t seem to realise who he was yet, not likely to think he'd even come at lunch as it was rare. Not saying a word, Knox let out his usual sigh as he rubbed his tired eyes—the most exhaustion felt in years, the deepest circles under his eyes—and waited for Ruby to finally notice his presence.
The other waitress came over and set the coffee mug in front of him, but Knox could only look up and nod acknowledging at the woman, not even thinking about touching the mug. It…reminded him of a particularly disturbing dream, but he’d rather not dwell on it. Blinking, it seems Ruby was still having trouble with cleaning this particular table,
“Walk around to the other side; you can't efficiently clean up the ketchup spill by leaning on the table in such a way.” His mouth was set in a firm line, but the security guard waited patiently for her response.
Ruby stopped the pointless scrubbing on the table and looked over her shoulder, an orchestra ensemble of varying emotions playing into her eyes as they landed on the dishevelled Knox; confusion, anger, resentment, pity, surprise. She huffed and looked back to the stubborn stain on the table, scraping away at it with new vigour as the 'noon sleepies' escaped her. She'd have to remind Tony to cancel her order of coffee once he was done unwrapping the cheese slices.
"Shouldn't you be with your wife?" Ruby asked, the last word leaving her lips as though it were a bitter poison and finally succumbed to walking around to the other side of the table to attack the stain, though she refused to look back up at him.
Staring down at his mug of coffee dully, the mention of his wife made Knox feel numb,
"Maybe I should be." Picking up the mug, Knox downed it in one go, and continued to stare down at the empty mug almost angrily from there. Slowly, almost expectantly, he turned the mug around...and let out a strangely relieved sigh.
Ruby chose not to respond, instead, she attacked the stain with more anger than what was probably deemed appropriate for such a small stain; it had been wiped up long ago anyway. Once she started to wear into the wood, and realizing it, Ruby let up and blew a stream of air into her face that caught the stray strand of hair that had been bugging her and blew it out of her face.
"Granny! I'm taking my break!" She called out to the older woman.
"No you're not! You still got ten minutes!" The elderly woman called from inside the kitchens.
"Granny!" Ruby called out again, in a sort of tone that might have been code for something. That was only confirmed when Granny stuck her head through the kitchen window where the orders came out of to see Knox sitting next to Ruby. The older woman's eyes squinted, perhaps even glared at Knox before looking to her granddaughter.
Knox noticed the look Ruby's grandmother gave him, and it made his insides twists unpleasantly. It felt familiar, though he couldn't recount the last time he really gotten such a look. Flicking his eyes back to Ruby...
"Tony! Ruby's taking her twenty! Ease up on those cheese slices!"
Ruby gave her grandmother and appreciative smile and headed to leave, probably to hide in one of the back rooms until Knox was gone as she usually did.
Standing up and catching the waitress's wrist, not roughly but carefully. Though the circles of Knox's tired eyes were deep...his gaze was intense, but his voice was quiet, "I'm sorry, I can't apologise enough for what's happened. There is no two ways about this issue; everything that's happened is my fault, with my wife and with you-"
"Knox..." Ruby said in a warning tone, indicating to him that she didn't want to talk about this. Not now, not ever...
"-yell at me, hit me, I would deserve it all...but, damn it, Ruby!" Squeezing her hand in his, he let it go and stepped away, the man didn't say anything for several moments, "Do you want me to forget about you? Tell me what you want, is leaving you alone really what you want me to do?!"
Ruby pulled her hand back and let her arms cross over her chest. Her jaw remained set firmly, but her eyes gave away that this probably just as painful to hear as it was for him to say.
"I'm not mad at you!" She barked harshly, wincing as she realized maybe a bit too loudly as some of the customers turned to watch the scene. "And I'm certainly not going to hit you...even if it might make me feel better..." She added with a lower tone so that only he could hear but then shook her head no. She knew hitting him would only be a temporary resolve anyway.
"What I want Knox...what I want I can't have, and it's not your fault or mine. I can't...I can't even look at you let alone talk to you, it's too painful; a painful reminder that I opened up too soon-"
"And what?" Knox interject, swallowing down the pain bitterly, he couldn't hold back some of the anger and hurt in his tone, "You think it's easy for me to come in here every morning to see if you're in, to see you like this...? No, not even see you, and know the one you don't want to see is me? You think this is better, that running away is better? And after all this, I have to return to my wife, who barely remembers me?"
"-I should have known better, I should have had better instincts or at least followed the crappy ones I had. The saddest part about all of this is that I might have actually even loved you. So yes, yes Knox stay away from me, ignore me on the streets or wherever it is that we pass each other by and I promise to do the same, it is better that way, at least that way I can at least pretend to be happy about it. Mary Margaret will remember you in time, just like you remembered her, and then the two of you can live happily ever after." Ruby choked on her last words, her eyes wettening but she remained strong through her final word.
"Don't...don't you DARE presume to understand how I should feel about any of this, and don't make promises that things will get better when I've only ever seen them get worse. To assume anything-" Knox practically roared out loud that first bit, the diner fell silent at the usually quiet man's outburst, though the rest of what he said seemed to trail off to a cold tone, "-when Red, you hardly know me!"
For a moment, Knox peered down at her dully, before finally noticing the actual wetness of her near teary eyes. Anger built up in his chest, not at her, but in himself. Once again, he could only manage to hurt Ruby further, he should have just shut his damn mouth and left.
Not even thinking, Knox grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at the closest wall. As it shattered and the man came to his senses, he turned pale staring at the bone white fragments scattered by the wall. The attending waitress passing close to the wall had jumped back right before the mug made impact, and looked down at the fragments in horror, but Knox had an even greater look of horror on his face...for what reason, it wasn't apparent.
Suddenly becoming meek, practically shrinking in on himself, Knox spoke up to Ruby again, "We're perfect strangers from here on out. Nothing will ever change it, because this is what you want." Walking up to the front counter slowly as if unsure of his feet, he pulled out his wallet and pulled out all of his paper money to place on the surface, before hurrying out of the place.
Ruby listened and watched with a quiet expression, her face ungiving to any sort of emotion or surprise by both his words and actions. It wasn't until he had left the diner completely did she feel as if she could move again. She made eye contact with Ashley, the other waitress, as she cleaned up the broken bits of mug and Ashley nodded her assurance as if to say 'I got this.' Feeling every single pair of eyes in the diner on her, Ruby hurried back behind the counter to disappear into the kitchens to finally let it all out.
It's fine, just get it sorted out and edit it into one of your many posts.
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Submit a CS of a non-claimed/called for character, and hope for the best? The GM and/or Co-GM will give you pointers, reading the IC would help...if you can't bare to read the IC, the Day summaries on the OP would be your best friend.
(Collaboration Post Featuring Tanderbolt's Robert Leland, and Major Ursa's Sherry Attar)
Robert was taking a break from his usual patrol, groggy from spending his morning searching the forest. Everything had turned out alright in the end, and he heard that the people at the hospital had actually found something out about who Jane Doe was. His job would be easier if he could find a similar breakthrough on the case of the mysterious woman, but nothing had turned up so far. He was leaning on his car in the station parking lot, looking at his surroundings.
Walking down the side of the road (thankfully on her comfortable pair of flats), Sherry’s hair swished gently and the slight downhill slope caused her to jog own towards the Sheriff’s—oh? In the parking lot, the sheriff was, well, for lack of a better term, ‘chilling’. There were a bunch of things she could ask about the Jane Doe search and rescue, but decided that she could go through different sources for information…better to collect the dripping sap, then to drill a tree. Wait, was that the phrase?
No matter. With her tote bag swishing back and forth, Sherry gave a friendly smile and wave at the sheriff, humming as she made her approach…quite suddenly, she couldn't help but notice, “Oh, tired I see? That isn't good. You are our faithful town sheriff, after all!” Smile widened considerably, as she teased the very serious man.
Reaching into her tote bag, the woman didn't lose eye contact as she pulled out a thermos, unscrewing the cap and pour some of the steaming brew into it. With a dainty hand, she held the cup out to him, “It’s an interesting tea blend to be sure, there are more than a dozen health benefits to this…but, admittedly, it won’t do you tired disposition much better. I tend to avoid the highly caffeinated blends, as they do increase the likelihood of heart disease.”
Robert raised hand to decline the drink, and stood upright. He said "Is there anything I can help you with, Sherry? By the way, I liked your piece in the paper last week."
The journalist’s smile faltered for a brief second, before she tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and looked anywhere but at him. Not pushing her tea on him further, she downed the hot brew in a second and poured out more, before giving the man a sweet smile, “You think so? You…think so…hm?"
Sipping her tea quietly, in an almost meditative manner, "Not much more than writing a short story to a book with no beginning. So many plot developments, but with no beginning, what could they possibly be leading up to, exactly...?”
He was intrigued by what she said, and decided to share a bit of what had been troubling him recently. "I know what you mean, recently I've got a whole lot of questions and no answers. It doesn't help that people seem to be hiding so much from me, even Regina's been less than cooperative recently."
Sherry couldn't help but giggle at Robert's mention of information being hidden. Being a sheriff, an awfully lawful one (even while working with Regina), he didn't have his fingers on the pulse of how strange everything has been. Not exactly. "You're just Regina's chew toy. The bitch needs your help to relieve stress, and to polish her teeth."
Finishing the tea, she screwed the cap back and stored the thermos back into her tote, setting her hand on a hip and tilting her head. Sherry fixed the man with an enigmatic smile, "My gut is hardly ever wrong on this, the story is indeed missing the beginning. I'm shivering right now, because I know...I know..." Letting out a short laugh, she shook her head and started to hum...wagging her finger up at him.
Robert made a slight frown and said "Regina is this town's mayor, and the voting record shows that almost everyone here loves her. I'll always be thankful for what she did for me, before I came here I was shell-shocked and homeless, thanks to her I have a job and a place to call home. You may not feel this way, but I think Regina has good intentions at heart. Recent events haven't change my opinion, I just wish that she'd be more honest with me and show some respect for the law."
With every word from Robert's mouth, the woman kept nodding and 'mmmhmmm'ing, "Sounds like my backstory as well...make no mistake, I too appreciated she she has done for me, but she hardly seems like how I remember." Shrugging, she leaned on the other side of his vehicle, "Don't you get that sense?"
Robert nodded and said "There's a ton of weird stuff going on with her lately. It all started when Henry showed up last week, she's been odd towards him. She told me she saw him steal from her, but I can't find any evidence of his involvement. A few days later, they're hanging around together and he's even a teacher at the school, and she hasn't told me anything more about him."
Staring over at some weed growing out from the crack in the concrete, Sherry opened her mouth as if to speak, but seemed to visibly hesitate for almost a minute. The sheriff did his job, and not much else...should he have caught wind of Regina picking up other chew toys, or would it just suit him to know not much else other than things involving work.
Blinking dully at the weed, her mouth formed into a bit of a pout, "It's going to be all your own fault, later, since you don't follow the more obvious leads." Another pause, "It's almost tragic--no, a crying shame that I have too many pieces of information, secrets...and not an ear to whisper them into."
"If there's anything you want me to look into, just ask. If it's something that you'd rather not risk anyone in town knowing, go to the state attorney general, they can help. I'd be especially interested if you knew anything about the theft of Storybrooke's tax money or other crimes," He could tell that Sherry was looking for a story, but for now he just wanted to give her the minimum amount of information.
"Tell me, Sheriff Leland...do you know the foundation in which this town has been built upon?"
"This town is built on solid granite, both the literal granite that we stand upon, and the figurative granite of our moral foundations. Storybrooke has always been a beacon of honesty and justice, thanks to the good nature and hard work of this generation and those who came before us." Robert was moralizing a bit, but he interacted with others so little that he lept at the chance to talk about the town's history.
"Panties, more specifically, dirty laundry--dirty dealings! Dragging good people through the dirt, and burying others in it...but, now that you mention it..." Sherry feigned the whole 'thinking on it', but it had always been in the back of her mind, "I have two filing cabinets and a shelf worth of dishonesty and injustice, of the past five years..."
Tapping her left cheek with a finger, biting a lip with real thoughtfulness, before Sherry collected herself and smiled at Robert mischieviously, "You sound eager to tell me of the town's history...so I'll lend an ear." Leaning closer, she tucked another strand of hair behind her hear, "Please, go on."
"I'd love to, but I'm on duty. I've got to do another round of patrolling soon, if you have something related to my job as sheriff you'd like to talk about, I suggest you bring it up now before I have to leave."
Sherry shook her head and laughed...almost, it almost seemed like deja vu. Ask someone to recount something deeper in the past, and they seemed busy, or distracted, or tired. Holding a hand up, "It's fine, a girl like me prefers to be mysterious...and for that, I need secrets. I'm sure my secret stash of information will be discovered, far after I die. Now, I believe Regina is the one I really want to speak to about the town's history, among other things..."
With a quick wink, she pushed off from the vehicle and lightly dusted the dirt off of her clothes, "I'll see you whenever I do, probably doing more work for Regina...like last week. If I don't turn up, at all...well," Sticking a hand into her tote bag to pull out her thermos, which she waved in his face, "I probably didn't die of a heart attack, at the very least."
Robert's voice grew quieter, and his tone became deadly serious "Ma'am, if you honestly fear for your life, let me know immediately. I can get a guard posted, I can arrange for you to stay at a safe location, whatever we need to keep you safe."
Brows raising on her face, the side of her mouth twitched slightly, before she let out a few chuckles, "I only joke, I could hardly think poking Regina about the town will get me killed...but, seriously, the foundation of the town is something you really need to look into. You know that quake should have been impossible!" Saying this all slowly, deliberately...she turned and left as quickly as she'd come. Time to confront a lady with all the secrets, while wielding none so powerful on her own.
Robert was taking a break from his usual patrol, groggy from spending his morning searching the forest. Everything had turned out alright in the end, and he heard that the people at the hospital had actually found something out about who Jane Doe was. His job would be easier if he could find a similar breakthrough on the case of the mysterious woman, but nothing had turned up so far. He was leaning on his car in the station parking lot, looking at his surroundings.
Walking down the side of the road (thankfully on her comfortable pair of flats), Sherry’s hair swished gently and the slight downhill slope caused her to jog own towards the Sheriff’s—oh? In the parking lot, the sheriff was, well, for lack of a better term, ‘chilling’. There were a bunch of things she could ask about the Jane Doe search and rescue, but decided that she could go through different sources for information…better to collect the dripping sap, then to drill a tree. Wait, was that the phrase?
No matter. With her tote bag swishing back and forth, Sherry gave a friendly smile and wave at the sheriff, humming as she made her approach…quite suddenly, she couldn't help but notice, “Oh, tired I see? That isn't good. You are our faithful town sheriff, after all!” Smile widened considerably, as she teased the very serious man.
Reaching into her tote bag, the woman didn't lose eye contact as she pulled out a thermos, unscrewing the cap and pour some of the steaming brew into it. With a dainty hand, she held the cup out to him, “It’s an interesting tea blend to be sure, there are more than a dozen health benefits to this…but, admittedly, it won’t do you tired disposition much better. I tend to avoid the highly caffeinated blends, as they do increase the likelihood of heart disease.”
Robert raised hand to decline the drink, and stood upright. He said "Is there anything I can help you with, Sherry? By the way, I liked your piece in the paper last week."
The journalist’s smile faltered for a brief second, before she tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and looked anywhere but at him. Not pushing her tea on him further, she downed the hot brew in a second and poured out more, before giving the man a sweet smile, “You think so? You…think so…hm?"
Sipping her tea quietly, in an almost meditative manner, "Not much more than writing a short story to a book with no beginning. So many plot developments, but with no beginning, what could they possibly be leading up to, exactly...?”
He was intrigued by what she said, and decided to share a bit of what had been troubling him recently. "I know what you mean, recently I've got a whole lot of questions and no answers. It doesn't help that people seem to be hiding so much from me, even Regina's been less than cooperative recently."
Sherry couldn't help but giggle at Robert's mention of information being hidden. Being a sheriff, an awfully lawful one (even while working with Regina), he didn't have his fingers on the pulse of how strange everything has been. Not exactly. "You're just Regina's chew toy. The bitch needs your help to relieve stress, and to polish her teeth."
Finishing the tea, she screwed the cap back and stored the thermos back into her tote, setting her hand on a hip and tilting her head. Sherry fixed the man with an enigmatic smile, "My gut is hardly ever wrong on this, the story is indeed missing the beginning. I'm shivering right now, because I know...I know..." Letting out a short laugh, she shook her head and started to hum...wagging her finger up at him.
Robert made a slight frown and said "Regina is this town's mayor, and the voting record shows that almost everyone here loves her. I'll always be thankful for what she did for me, before I came here I was shell-shocked and homeless, thanks to her I have a job and a place to call home. You may not feel this way, but I think Regina has good intentions at heart. Recent events haven't change my opinion, I just wish that she'd be more honest with me and show some respect for the law."
With every word from Robert's mouth, the woman kept nodding and 'mmmhmmm'ing, "Sounds like my backstory as well...make no mistake, I too appreciated she she has done for me, but she hardly seems like how I remember." Shrugging, she leaned on the other side of his vehicle, "Don't you get that sense?"
Robert nodded and said "There's a ton of weird stuff going on with her lately. It all started when Henry showed up last week, she's been odd towards him. She told me she saw him steal from her, but I can't find any evidence of his involvement. A few days later, they're hanging around together and he's even a teacher at the school, and she hasn't told me anything more about him."
Staring over at some weed growing out from the crack in the concrete, Sherry opened her mouth as if to speak, but seemed to visibly hesitate for almost a minute. The sheriff did his job, and not much else...should he have caught wind of Regina picking up other chew toys, or would it just suit him to know not much else other than things involving work.
Blinking dully at the weed, her mouth formed into a bit of a pout, "It's going to be all your own fault, later, since you don't follow the more obvious leads." Another pause, "It's almost tragic--no, a crying shame that I have too many pieces of information, secrets...and not an ear to whisper them into."
"If there's anything you want me to look into, just ask. If it's something that you'd rather not risk anyone in town knowing, go to the state attorney general, they can help. I'd be especially interested if you knew anything about the theft of Storybrooke's tax money or other crimes," He could tell that Sherry was looking for a story, but for now he just wanted to give her the minimum amount of information.
"Tell me, Sheriff Leland...do you know the foundation in which this town has been built upon?"
"This town is built on solid granite, both the literal granite that we stand upon, and the figurative granite of our moral foundations. Storybrooke has always been a beacon of honesty and justice, thanks to the good nature and hard work of this generation and those who came before us." Robert was moralizing a bit, but he interacted with others so little that he lept at the chance to talk about the town's history.
"Panties, more specifically, dirty laundry--dirty dealings! Dragging good people through the dirt, and burying others in it...but, now that you mention it..." Sherry feigned the whole 'thinking on it', but it had always been in the back of her mind, "I have two filing cabinets and a shelf worth of dishonesty and injustice, of the past five years..."
Tapping her left cheek with a finger, biting a lip with real thoughtfulness, before Sherry collected herself and smiled at Robert mischieviously, "You sound eager to tell me of the town's history...so I'll lend an ear." Leaning closer, she tucked another strand of hair behind her hear, "Please, go on."
"I'd love to, but I'm on duty. I've got to do another round of patrolling soon, if you have something related to my job as sheriff you'd like to talk about, I suggest you bring it up now before I have to leave."
Sherry shook her head and laughed...almost, it almost seemed like deja vu. Ask someone to recount something deeper in the past, and they seemed busy, or distracted, or tired. Holding a hand up, "It's fine, a girl like me prefers to be mysterious...and for that, I need secrets. I'm sure my secret stash of information will be discovered, far after I die. Now, I believe Regina is the one I really want to speak to about the town's history, among other things..."
With a quick wink, she pushed off from the vehicle and lightly dusted the dirt off of her clothes, "I'll see you whenever I do, probably doing more work for Regina...like last week. If I don't turn up, at all...well," Sticking a hand into her tote bag to pull out her thermos, which she waved in his face, "I probably didn't die of a heart attack, at the very least."
Robert's voice grew quieter, and his tone became deadly serious "Ma'am, if you honestly fear for your life, let me know immediately. I can get a guard posted, I can arrange for you to stay at a safe location, whatever we need to keep you safe."
Brows raising on her face, the side of her mouth twitched slightly, before she let out a few chuckles, "I only joke, I could hardly think poking Regina about the town will get me killed...but, seriously, the foundation of the town is something you really need to look into. You know that quake should have been impossible!" Saying this all slowly, deliberately...she turned and left as quickly as she'd come. Time to confront a lady with all the secrets, while wielding none so powerful on her own.
Name: Lilibeth Kalbfleisch
Nicknames:
Tumblin’ Jill - Earlier career as acrobatic grenadier and dual wielder
Puss in Boots - After stealing the legendary ogre-made Seven League Boots and killing a series of them during the ogre wars
Appearance:
Body is covered in a shocking amount of cut and burn scars, from torture to war efforts…with these scars like the numerous stripes of a cat, and the magical knee high boots she later comes to possess, she gained the nickname of ‘Puss in Boots’. “The worst of the scars are visible when the last of her clothing comes off.” She stands at five foot ten inches high, and her hair has been comfortably short.
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Age: 25
Affiliation: Chaotic Neutral
Magic Capabilities:
Besides putting the Seven League Boots to use, she wears an amulet to ward off unwanted magic-juju…it doesn't actually work (she don't know it), but she feels vaguely safer with it on her person.
Weapons:
(Since losing the index, middle, and ring fingers of one hand in a skirmish, she has become limited as a Grenadier and dual wielder…she currently leans on using the Seven League Boots for most occasions.)
Grenades – carrying several small flasks, they range from explosive liquids to acids, instant freeze to hard to extinguish fire, poison…most are stored especially, and are mixed in the midst of battle in the form of acrobatics and juggling, for special and high effectiveness.
Dual Wield – a variety of blades…or whatever makeshift weapon she can find.
Seven League Boots – ever been kicked by boots that can travel seven leagues in an instant? After gaining then from a slain ogre, she became a near unstoppable force to avoid. The knowledge of usage comes to the wearer magically, and disappears once they remove it. A certain intelligent shapeshifting ogre, ‘Marquis de Carabas’, tricked her into using the boot’s second function just when he was about to be curb stomped…the second function being time and space travel, with thrice clicking of the heels.
Strengths:
-Acrobatics and flexibility
-Speed and dexterity
-Unbelievably lucky, to be surviving up to this point
-Childishly hung up on some dude’s death…? Death wish?
Weaknesses:
After living her childhood as a food-poison tester for nobility, spending much time making her own grenades later on (and having a god awful habit of dibbing and tasting the ingredients to identify the unlabelled substances)…her health isn't great, and though it wasn't evident at the start of all this grenadier business, she has begun to suffer from a number of illnesses. Her ability to speak has been stunted by not only a personal enemy of hers cutting part of her tongue out, but also by being minorly addled by toxins and poisons in her lifetime, causing her to have such speech impediments before the mutilation.
She’s none too smart, after inhaling chemicals and toxins to hell, but she has strong instincts…that also lead her to troubling situations. The thing is, she isn't fearless…far from it. But when she sees something that scares her, she goes against nature and runs straight into the flames. Despite her use to the special boots, she is freaked out by magic of this and that sorts, after a friend turned into a dog after struggling with a lifelong curse.
Relationships:
Jack – a constant friend of hers in her youth, to whom she had the biggest crush on…till his untimely demise, being pushed by a local boy and then hitting his head on a rock. After such a mundane death, she began to obsess about dying gloriously…for him. Over time, she admits she’s very much over the death of her friend…but the idea of dying gloriously, recklessly, it still hasn't left her mind.
Jack Be Nimble – her long time mentor in acrobatics, part of a performing troupe, whom she met after running away from home and her responsibility. They had a bit of a thing going, before he succumbed to a curse…he tried to escape it by revealing his real name (John Nathaniel, not even Jack!), but much too late. In a week, he had turned into a little dog.
Unknown Child – most assumed she straight up murdered it, since it was born quite weak, apparently.
Rumpelstiltskin – from what she remembers, a new recruit just before she…
Brief Bio:
In her early childhood-preteens, as the youngest of twelve daughters, there would be little to nothing left for her. In fact, she was sent to work in a noble's household as a food tester, reacting badly to this and that poisoned foods...learning to trace certain others by taste. It wasn't expected for her to do much else in the future. If her body became to poisonous for effective food testing, for even childbearing, she would be brought to work in a brothel instead. Still, there was shelter, and the food was delicious (despite the poisoning).
It was at this time that she met her childhood sweetheart, a boy named Jack. As a mere servant boy, his job was to fetch food stuffs, and pails of water from the nearest well. They spent much of their early years together, when they had time, just chilling and not worrying about the future...he affectionately called her "Stumblin' Lil", though her clumsiness had more to do with the poisons weakened her body here and there, but she was happy. Of course, happiness doesn't last for the peasants. During a trip to fetch water, Jack bumped into the son of a merchant. After much apologising, and then a bout of pushing, Jack was shoved too hard and died hitting his head on a small rock.
She discovered his death when she entered into the servant's quarter's, seeing the boy's body on the table as the household said their prayers to the boy who had passed. Despite the morbid scene, she couldn't help but noticed the dirty brown paper covering his face, since the servants were too poor to spare good cloth. Lilibeth laughed, laughing even harder when she learned how he died...got her first scars on her back from the whipping she received.
After living her usual way, up to her teens...she catches the glimpse of a performing troupe, and without a word to family and her household, runs away to join them. In their several years of travelling, she learned much about acrobatics, and defending herself with dual blades...had an on and off relationship with the second Jack in her life, Jack Be Nimble, her acrobatics mentor. When she thought she was ready, she left them too in order to work as a mercenary, paying the money out of her pocket to get proper tutelage as a grenadier. Maybe it was being a woman, that spared her many a possible death scenarios.
Though "Tumblin' Jill" wears her scars as badges of honor, most of them were from past failures, time and time again. Burning herself, then burning herself with acids...being caught, strung up, and tortured time and time again by those who were better than her. Still, she never hesitated, never stopped...she got better, learned from mistake, from error, still held her head up high when she met back with her mentor. Her second Jack disappeared before her very eyes, becoming "John Nathaniel", a man cursed...having to tell seven major truths, or else be doomed to turn into a dog. The intentional false name was to be one of his major truths, but after returning from a high pay job, it was quite evident by the little hopping and backflipping dog that it wasn't enough.
It can't be said that Jill was never a mother...but with less than nine months, and a trip to a lake, not many ask about the child that should have been. Few speculate that she miscarried, but she went out and actually said that she drowned the weak child, since her body poisoned it all too much for it to have survived for more than a few days anyhow.
It could be said that for a moment of her life, she was almost on her last legs as "Tumblin' Jill", a barely memorable mercenary. Having been paid to confront a nasty bit of bandits, she was strung up for the nth time...her tongue half cut out, and losing several fingers during her difficult escape. Leaving, and recovering...she stumbled upon quite a dreadful scene. One of the early ogre wars, bloodied battlefield of human corpses and not too many ogre. Trying to take the short way around from all this, she yet again stumbled into something unexpected...a den with a makeshift cave den, along with a sleeping ogre. With full intention to sneak past, Jill felt compelled to enter and least take a look around for the usual loot.
The boots, worn by the sleeping ogre, would be the Seven League Boots...after some difficulty, nabbing them and putting them on, and instantly gaining magical knowledge of their primary function...her career as the ogre slaying Puss in Boots was history. Luck has never been so strong in a person so dumb, but after killing a few ogres, she signed on to fight along with the troops of the ogre wars. Generally becoming a key figure in the few years she fought, for being able to pretty much one-hit the ogres...once she was tricked into using the unknown second function, by a desperate shapeshifting ogre...they pushed their soldier to fight/train perform harder once she disappeared.
Where did she disappear to? Current Enchanted Forest...happy to find that the name of Puss in Boots is famous, but still rather horrified that her actual name never became famous like she'd like. What's worse, it's quite evident that she was previously a big fish in a small pond, unlike now--small fish in a big pond. Where she was previously a hard worker to hone her skills, everyone and their grandmother now knows how to fight...probably a sign of the times? Magic is everywhere among people, and the mention of it is the second word on people's lips.
Nicknames:
Tumblin’ Jill - Earlier career as acrobatic grenadier and dual wielder
Puss in Boots - After stealing the legendary ogre-made Seven League Boots and killing a series of them during the ogre wars
Appearance:
Body is covered in a shocking amount of cut and burn scars, from torture to war efforts…with these scars like the numerous stripes of a cat, and the magical knee high boots she later comes to possess, she gained the nickname of ‘Puss in Boots’. “The worst of the scars are visible when the last of her clothing comes off.” She stands at five foot ten inches high, and her hair has been comfortably short.
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Age: 25
Affiliation: Chaotic Neutral
Magic Capabilities:
Besides putting the Seven League Boots to use, she wears an amulet to ward off unwanted magic-juju…it doesn't actually work (she don't know it), but she feels vaguely safer with it on her person.
Weapons:
(Since losing the index, middle, and ring fingers of one hand in a skirmish, she has become limited as a Grenadier and dual wielder…she currently leans on using the Seven League Boots for most occasions.)
Grenades – carrying several small flasks, they range from explosive liquids to acids, instant freeze to hard to extinguish fire, poison…most are stored especially, and are mixed in the midst of battle in the form of acrobatics and juggling, for special and high effectiveness.
Dual Wield – a variety of blades…or whatever makeshift weapon she can find.
Seven League Boots – ever been kicked by boots that can travel seven leagues in an instant? After gaining then from a slain ogre, she became a near unstoppable force to avoid. The knowledge of usage comes to the wearer magically, and disappears once they remove it. A certain intelligent shapeshifting ogre, ‘Marquis de Carabas’, tricked her into using the boot’s second function just when he was about to be curb stomped…the second function being time and space travel, with thrice clicking of the heels.
Strengths:
-Acrobatics and flexibility
-Speed and dexterity
-Unbelievably lucky, to be surviving up to this point
-Childishly hung up on some dude’s death…? Death wish?
Weaknesses:
After living her childhood as a food-poison tester for nobility, spending much time making her own grenades later on (and having a god awful habit of dibbing and tasting the ingredients to identify the unlabelled substances)…her health isn't great, and though it wasn't evident at the start of all this grenadier business, she has begun to suffer from a number of illnesses. Her ability to speak has been stunted by not only a personal enemy of hers cutting part of her tongue out, but also by being minorly addled by toxins and poisons in her lifetime, causing her to have such speech impediments before the mutilation.
She’s none too smart, after inhaling chemicals and toxins to hell, but she has strong instincts…that also lead her to troubling situations. The thing is, she isn't fearless…far from it. But when she sees something that scares her, she goes against nature and runs straight into the flames. Despite her use to the special boots, she is freaked out by magic of this and that sorts, after a friend turned into a dog after struggling with a lifelong curse.
Relationships:
Jack – a constant friend of hers in her youth, to whom she had the biggest crush on…till his untimely demise, being pushed by a local boy and then hitting his head on a rock. After such a mundane death, she began to obsess about dying gloriously…for him. Over time, she admits she’s very much over the death of her friend…but the idea of dying gloriously, recklessly, it still hasn't left her mind.
Jack Be Nimble – her long time mentor in acrobatics, part of a performing troupe, whom she met after running away from home and her responsibility. They had a bit of a thing going, before he succumbed to a curse…he tried to escape it by revealing his real name (John Nathaniel, not even Jack!), but much too late. In a week, he had turned into a little dog.
Unknown Child – most assumed she straight up murdered it, since it was born quite weak, apparently.
Rumpelstiltskin – from what she remembers, a new recruit just before she…
Brief Bio:
In her early childhood-preteens, as the youngest of twelve daughters, there would be little to nothing left for her. In fact, she was sent to work in a noble's household as a food tester, reacting badly to this and that poisoned foods...learning to trace certain others by taste. It wasn't expected for her to do much else in the future. If her body became to poisonous for effective food testing, for even childbearing, she would be brought to work in a brothel instead. Still, there was shelter, and the food was delicious (despite the poisoning).
It was at this time that she met her childhood sweetheart, a boy named Jack. As a mere servant boy, his job was to fetch food stuffs, and pails of water from the nearest well. They spent much of their early years together, when they had time, just chilling and not worrying about the future...he affectionately called her "Stumblin' Lil", though her clumsiness had more to do with the poisons weakened her body here and there, but she was happy. Of course, happiness doesn't last for the peasants. During a trip to fetch water, Jack bumped into the son of a merchant. After much apologising, and then a bout of pushing, Jack was shoved too hard and died hitting his head on a small rock.
She discovered his death when she entered into the servant's quarter's, seeing the boy's body on the table as the household said their prayers to the boy who had passed. Despite the morbid scene, she couldn't help but noticed the dirty brown paper covering his face, since the servants were too poor to spare good cloth. Lilibeth laughed, laughing even harder when she learned how he died...got her first scars on her back from the whipping she received.
After living her usual way, up to her teens...she catches the glimpse of a performing troupe, and without a word to family and her household, runs away to join them. In their several years of travelling, she learned much about acrobatics, and defending herself with dual blades...had an on and off relationship with the second Jack in her life, Jack Be Nimble, her acrobatics mentor. When she thought she was ready, she left them too in order to work as a mercenary, paying the money out of her pocket to get proper tutelage as a grenadier. Maybe it was being a woman, that spared her many a possible death scenarios.
Though "Tumblin' Jill" wears her scars as badges of honor, most of them were from past failures, time and time again. Burning herself, then burning herself with acids...being caught, strung up, and tortured time and time again by those who were better than her. Still, she never hesitated, never stopped...she got better, learned from mistake, from error, still held her head up high when she met back with her mentor. Her second Jack disappeared before her very eyes, becoming "John Nathaniel", a man cursed...having to tell seven major truths, or else be doomed to turn into a dog. The intentional false name was to be one of his major truths, but after returning from a high pay job, it was quite evident by the little hopping and backflipping dog that it wasn't enough.
It can't be said that Jill was never a mother...but with less than nine months, and a trip to a lake, not many ask about the child that should have been. Few speculate that she miscarried, but she went out and actually said that she drowned the weak child, since her body poisoned it all too much for it to have survived for more than a few days anyhow.
It could be said that for a moment of her life, she was almost on her last legs as "Tumblin' Jill", a barely memorable mercenary. Having been paid to confront a nasty bit of bandits, she was strung up for the nth time...her tongue half cut out, and losing several fingers during her difficult escape. Leaving, and recovering...she stumbled upon quite a dreadful scene. One of the early ogre wars, bloodied battlefield of human corpses and not too many ogre. Trying to take the short way around from all this, she yet again stumbled into something unexpected...a den with a makeshift cave den, along with a sleeping ogre. With full intention to sneak past, Jill felt compelled to enter and least take a look around for the usual loot.
The boots, worn by the sleeping ogre, would be the Seven League Boots...after some difficulty, nabbing them and putting them on, and instantly gaining magical knowledge of their primary function...her career as the ogre slaying Puss in Boots was history. Luck has never been so strong in a person so dumb, but after killing a few ogres, she signed on to fight along with the troops of the ogre wars. Generally becoming a key figure in the few years she fought, for being able to pretty much one-hit the ogres...once she was tricked into using the unknown second function, by a desperate shapeshifting ogre...they pushed their soldier to fight/train perform harder once she disappeared.
Where did she disappear to? Current Enchanted Forest...happy to find that the name of Puss in Boots is famous, but still rather horrified that her actual name never became famous like she'd like. What's worse, it's quite evident that she was previously a big fish in a small pond, unlike now--small fish in a big pond. Where she was previously a hard worker to hone her skills, everyone and their grandmother now knows how to fight...probably a sign of the times? Magic is everywhere among people, and the mention of it is the second word on people's lips.
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