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Streets on Fire

Deon, however, was completely oblivious to everything that was happening outside of the ring. The referee had signaled for the two boys to begin their first round since all the bets had been placed, and on count two, rather than three, Spike charged Deon, determined to get the first hit in. He swung a right hook but Deon saw it coming from a mile away and ducked his head down with a smile on his smug face. Spike tried again with a come-back left hook but Deon put up his arm as a barrier, however the moment Spike's left hook made contact, he swung his right arm into another right hook and clipped Deon's jaw straight-away with his fist. The smile never left Deon's face though as Spike continued throwing right and left hooks, and all Deon did was back up a few steps watching the man swing his arms like an angry gorilla, miles away from it's mark. Finally when Deon had enough playing around, he caught Spike's left elbow with his hand and used his foot to trip the taller man to the ground and forced him to land on his hands and knees. Deon's opposite hand swung around and held Spike by the back of the neck, holding him in a position there.

"Nice hook." Deon taunted Spike and then let his grip go and backed away into the center of the ring where he had once been. Spike jumped up and charged Deon like an angry rhino and buried his head under Deon's arm, wrapping his arms around Deon's waist in an effort to lift him up and slam him down onto his back, but Deon's dense muscle gave him the advantage over the bigger guy and just had to push his body weight down onto Spike's bent-over back to collapse Spike down onto his chest on the mat. Deon pushed Spike's face into the mat even harder after that, rewarding the taller man's futile efforts with a simple bitch slap across the face that the crowd seemed to love.

Spike got back up though, and saw that one of the people in the crowd had their arms through the bars. It wasn't too much, they were just holding themselves there with a red solo cup half-full of some kind of liquid in it, but it was just what Spike needed. Instead of attacking Deon straight on again, he slapped the cup out of the man's hand, spraying Deon's face and chest with the warm beer and in the couple seconds that Deon couldn't see, began hooking right and left once more and beating the hell out of Deon's face.

Deon just backed up a few feet though and pointed at Spike, laughing,

"Ahhhh..." He shook his head and smiled, giving him kudo's for playing dirty. "...that, that was a cheap one..." He went around the cage and slapped high-fives to those close enough to put their hands through. "...but you are good; you've got a good center of gravity." He commended. "But that old school boxing shit...that, that just doesn't fly around here...not with me. You gotta mix it up." Deon had circled back to Spike and just as he finished speaking, he ran the couple of feet towards Spike and like a football punter, brought back his right leg and kicked the weak point of Spike's knee on the side, nearly causing the tall man to fall back down.

"Stings right? I bet it does." Deon threw his fist forward and Spike brought up his hands to block, but that was only a distraction and Deon sent his leg kicking at Spike's leg once again, hitting the same spot but on the opposite side. Spike managed to keep his balance, but it was obvious that he was now favoring that leg and had to hop around a bit to keep his balance.

"Aww, your leg's all jacked up. Can't put any weight on it maybe?" Deon charged again, clotheslining Spike around his center which brought Spike down hard onto his back. Deon circled Spike as he tried to get up, and by the time he was able to get onto one knee, he noticed that Deon was standing straight above him and looking down on him.

"And now for the bad news...it's gotta end...with you looking like a bitch." Deon smiled broadly. Rage infused, Spike shot up onto his good leg, using the momentum to swing his arm around to get in a good shot but again, Deon saw it coming and grabbed Spike around the arm and twisted it, sending Spike flipping over Deon's arm and back onto the ground. Now like a turtle stuck on it's back, Deon hopped over to get on top of Spike and swung both arms, alternating punching out Spike's face.

The crowd went wild and Deon got off of Spike, giving the man a chance to get back up.

"Oh c'mon. It's not over, get up. Get up!"

Spike tried to get up, but again Deon only gave him the chance to get onto his knees before Deon sent out a round-house kick straight into Spike's face sending him flying a good few feet and down onto his chest, knocked completely unconscious.

Deon turned back to his crowd and lifted his arms up high in victory, shouting and screaming with them, reveling in both the glory and the knowledge that there would be no round two.

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Regina pulled open the large door to her mansion, leaving it's double closed. She was still wearing her black business suit, however she had done away with the jacket long ago leaving her in tight fighting slacks that left little to the imagination from behind, only to be accentuated with the black, four-inch heels she still wore and a white dress shirt that had full length sleeves, but scooped down her neck to show off a great amount of cleavage.
She found Robert standing on her porch, as she had greatly anticipated, however the look on his face told her everything she needed to know and her once warm, welcoming smile fell into that of disappointment. Even her dark brown eyes, now black from the shadows of the night seemed to even look...softer.

"You didn't get him." She observed, realizing now that maybe she should have stayed at her office just a little bit longer to receive Robert's quick report on Henry's case.

When he was on his way, Robert thought about how strange the whole day had been, having two visitors and a major robbery in just a few hours. He was a little sullen, worried that he had let such a major crime happen and that he had learned little about either of the strangers. Regina's tone of voice didn't make him feel any better, and he said "Someone else took the money out of his car, I arrested her on the way to the bank. She was also new in town, but didn't have any ID and wouldn't tell me who she was."

Regina's dark eyebrows furrowed dangerously.

"Someone...else..?" She asked slowly, not wanting to believe what her ears were relaying to her. She took just a brief moment to closer her eyes and rub her forehead to keep from exploding in anger. Henry on his own was a major problem, and now with yet another stranger AND whatever it was that Henry stole from Mr. Gold's shop that put the idea of the devil himself on edge it was hard to do so, and that bottle of wine sitting in an ice bucket in the living room was suddenly starting to sound like it wouldn't be strong enough.

"You may go, Sheriff." Regina said suddenly, opening her eyes and moved her arms to cross them over her chest. "It's quite obvious now that I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands. These...strangers aren't welcome here in Storybrooke. If the female is working with Henry, then perhaps an alternate method is required." Regina paused to hold out one of her hands, palm facing up as if expecting something. "Your keys, Sheriff. To the office and cells." She explained, her voice now hard and demanding once again.

Robert frowned, and dug around in his pocket. He found three keys, dropping two into Regina's outstretched palm, and holding up the third one. He said "This is the key to Henry's room at Granny's, I can search it as soon as you want, or I can give it to you. I can continue to trail Henry, or even arrest him if you want, I hope we can solve this issue as soon as possible." His tone of voice was cold, formal but sincere, Robert meant every word he said and genuinely wanted to help. What Regina said worried him a little bit, but there was nothing about her statements that he opposed on principle.

"There's no need." She said flatly and palmed the two keys in her hand, not having any pockets to put them into at the moment. "At least, not tonight. Henry has already agreed to join me for dinner tomorrow. You may search his room then when I have him otherwise...occupied. We don't want to let on too early what we are about; he might run...and if he does then I will never know what made him come here in the first place. How long will you need at Granny's to find me something useful?"

"It's a small room, shouldn't take me more than an hour. I will be sure to make time in my schedule for that. Anything else you need from me?"

"Yes..." Regina said, dragging out the latter part of the word as if thinking of something. "See...see if you can find a snow globe while you are there in his room. I did a quick inventory of my office after you left, and mine is missing." She lied. Regina didn't want to quite give Robert the information of Mr. Gold's break-in, not until she understood just what was going on herself. This was the exact reason she chose not to share the pictures of Henry breaking into Mr. Gold's office with Robert; especially since she knew Mr. Gold himself wouldn't report the robbery...it was just too risky.

"I'll keep an eye out for it." Robert said before he turned around and began to walk out the door. He was not satisfied with how many problems he was leaving unresolved, but at least the mysterious lady was behind bars. He left Regina's estate and drove home, hoping to get a good nights sleep.

Regina shut the door tightly and locked it before looking at the two keys in her hands, her mind racing on what her next move should and would be. Whatever it was, though, it could wait until morning. She had a bottle of wine to drink.

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We will be slow unril ruby posts since her bringing in elsa is the main arc before we can go to-the-next-day
Seperately im working a bit of magic on my side and coming up with some stuff...so stay tuned for that lol

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Gonna be heading back to utah tomorrow and my vacation will have come to an end. Tuesday starts my regular schedule and I should be able to post more often like I did before I went on vacation

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Hey tander, think you can add a bit more to your post? Like the whole arresting hyde thing and then having him let Regina know?

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I have not had a chance to check the pad so thanks ursa. We are just waiting on tanderbolt and ruby to post before anyone else can move on

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Mr. Gold ran his fingers over the splintered wood of the door jam of his shop. It wasn't hard at all to find where his pest had broken into; the back door was the very first place he looked. With a frown, Mr. Gold went back into his shop, taking careful inventory to try to figure out just what had been taken. He had barely even began to understand the path that the burglar had taken when there was an urgent knock on the front door. With a collected sigh, Mr. Gold pushed through his office to the front of the shop, seeing Regina on the other side of the glass, peering into his shop and trying to spot him. Again Mr. Gold sighed. He really didn't have time for this, but avoiding the mayor was just as successful as avoiding him; it wasn't.

He unlocked the door, and Regina pushed herself inside, walking directly to the counter that Mr. Gold usually stood behind and assumed he'd follow. He did, but he took his time, letting his shoes fill the surrounding air around them as he limped heavily. Neither of them said a word until Mr. Gold took up his usual post behind the counter while Regina reached over to turn on one of the many lamps in his shop to give them a bit of light. The two of them just stared at the other for a prolonged period of time, almost as if they were trying to out-wait the other into being the first to speak.

"So..." Regina broke the silence. She wasn't exactly known for her patience.

"You realize that the shop is closed." Mr. Gold interrupted, now having the satisfaction of winning their little game.

"And you realize that you opted to open the door." Regina replied curtly. "I'm here to ask you a question." She then said, getting right to the point.

"And what makes you think I'm willing to answer?" Mr. Gold asked, resting the palms of his hands on the counter top. Regina just smirked.

"Because I know who broke in, and what they took."

This piqued Mr. Gold's interest. He had a pretty good idea himself, but with how many people he had angered over the years in Storybrooke, he couldn't be too sure.

"Ask away." He said to Regina with a nod.

"Whats your name?"

Her question caused Mr. Gold to smile ever so slowly.

"It's just...Mr. Gold..." He replied, keeping his smirk. Regina lowered her head a bit, glaring up at him with the shadows now intensifying her glare.

"Your real name." She demanded.

"Every moment I've spent on this Earth...that's been my name."

"But what about moments spent elsewhere?" Regina questioned, making Mr. Gold take another moment to pause.

"What are you asking?" He asked quietly. Despite them being the only two in the shop, he had a certain paranoia of being overheard.

"I think you know." Regina said with a smile, although her voice remained firm. "If you want me to tell you what's missing and who took it...tell me your name!"

Mr. Gold leaned himself over the counter, putting his face directly in Regina's path though he never let his eyes off of hers. He breathed a sort of laugh out through his nose, and his grin widened just a bit more.

"Rumpelstiltskin." He said barely above a whisper.

Regina's eyes went wide in shock. How? How was this possible? She was the one who cast the curse, everyone was supposed to be stripped of their memories! And yet...and yet she knew...somehow...the entire time. Mr. Gold's mannerisms at certain points had given it away many, many times; she was just too blind to see it.

"How?" Regina practically barked, her face giving way to the fact that she was not only confused; but terrified. What did this mean for everyone else in Storybrooke? Had she messed up in conjuring the curse somewhere? Did anyone else have their memories?

Mr. Gold remained completely calm, even almost looking like he was enjoying watching Regina squirm.

"You built it to keep me from interfering; what you didn't realize that not only could magic not be used on the inside, but on the outside as well. Your curse...couldn't touch me."

It all suddenly made sense. Everything Rumpelstiltskin had said from inside his cell finally made sense. That's why he went along with being held prisoner, he knew the whole time!

"Now give me what I want!" Mr. Gold hissed at Regina, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Such hostility!" She shook her head in a mocking manner, bringing herself to smile once more. Mr. Gold just glared daggers at her and nodded his head.

"Oh yeah." He sneered and Regina's blood felt like it had suddenly frozen over. If he was untouched by the curse...that meant- "Not to fear your majesty. As it turns out, I still need you alive...for now. But rest assured, I will kill you for what you did to Belle."

Regina swallowed, however her face remained placid. She instead pulled out her cell phone and flipped through a few screens before resting the phone onto the counter, spinning it so that Mr. Gold could see a clear picture of a man walking away from Mr. Gold's shop with a snow globe tucked tightly into his arm. It was dark outside, but the streetlamp that lit the street made the male's features stand out as if the picture were taken during the day.

"Henry..."

"But why would he take a snow globe of all things? What does this mean?" Regina queried. Mr. Gold kept his eyes on the picture on Regina's phone, taking in the detail of the snow globe that had been stolen.

"It means..." Mr. Gold began. "We are all in very grave danger."

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Yeah ursa you and I need another collab

I just gotta find time to be able to do it

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Okay ursa three things:
1. human face claim as well as the swan
2. im confused about odettes role
3. can it not be a robe? thats rubys thing lol

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Are ww even on genders? Huntress IS coming back shes just going through some stuff right now bit we can count on her to cook up something delicious when she does return.