Realistic or Modern Broken Fairytale- Accepting

[HerSmileWasBlack]

(This will be an RP that is somewhere between Casual and Detailed, please refer to OOC tap for rules and clarifications.)


In a town where the relics of Fairytales are kept and woven with magic to remain strong something is ging wrong. Dark magic has stolen the magic within these relics and laced them into the souls of young people, Fairytale characters reborn and destined to relive their former paths, however darkness is unpredictable and Reborn are straying dangerously from their paths.

 

[HerSmileWasBlack]

NOTE:


(For the record, my character has always been a bit different, she was born with magic inherited from her father. Visions and such have made her a bit moony and sometimes she speaks in abstract ways. The magic returning to everyone is making memories flash before her, though she doesn't understand what they mean. Every character will be affected how you wish. You decide, though none of them know automatically who they are. )


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Autumn is settling in, chilly wind mixing with leaves that have lost their green color. The rustle against the streets and buildings of Willow Grave, delighting children and making adults dread the customary yard work that accompanies every autumn. In Willow Grave trees are numerous, the town almost surrounded by a thick forest that, while ideal for summer adventures, sheds leaves that cling to the ground. Signs for gun deals and bait are slowly rising in several stores, hunting season is not far behind the changing of leaves, and many look at the deer that peer from behind the trees with excitement.


In the center of town, where the large and pale courthouse with it's gothic architecture, there are many members of the town gathered, decorating for the festivals held in this season. Hay, pumpkins and smiling scarecrows. Along the main road, lined with stores and shops, people mill about, window shopping and enjoying the not quite cold weather. The town looks aged, though not badly, more taken from time. The buildings are old but well kept, and an air of nostalgia lingers in the sky. It's peaceful and oddly beautiful. However there is something happening beneath the town of Willow Grave. Something horrible.


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The people gathered are cloaked in deep green fabric, each looking wary and unsure. In the center of their circle is a table and covering the table are various items. A cracked glass shoe, a slowly unweaving red cloak, a broken black horn, and many others. One woman, old and grandmotherly strokes the cracked show with loving fingers.


"It's returned." They all know the truth and the weight of these words. For hundreds of years they have kept it at bay, placed wards and wove shimmering white magic into the items before them. Keeping them strong. It was a battle they waged until the dark forces suddenly vanished. They grew lax in that time and now they are paying for it, darkness returned and the magic kept in the items has returned to where it belongs, inside the souls of the Reborn. Every century they come into being, the souls of what people know as Fairytales, reborn into the present day. Without the magic in these objects they are normal, going about their lives and never knowing who they are, who they were, or who they could be. In the town of Willow Grave the Reborn have grown into adults and now...magic has returned to them. The elders share looks and all hold the same concern. This has never happened. No one knows how the Reborn will be affected. Will they automatically know who they really are? Will they change? Will the Wolf grow fur and fangs? Will Maleficent gain scales? Questions surround them and quickly they begin to leave, intent of finding the Reborn and in turn finding out if their magic has changed them.


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In the diner, located in the center of Main Street, a young woman pauses in her work of picking up a large plastic try filled with breakfast plates aimed for the table of young teenagers across the room. Her grey eyes become distant, long black curls tied in a pony tail falling over her shoulder. She doesn't notice the trey falling from her fingers, crashing into the floor. In her mind she is trapped, strange scenes playing before her eyes rapidly and broken. Making no sense but making strange emotion bubble in her chest.


A young girl in red.


Grandmother.


Forests of pale and thorned trees.


A path to never stray from.


A beautiful mother and kind father.


Happy town that makes peace with the forest.


Curiosity.


Fur. Teeth.


Blood and howls.


It's the image of a large creature, furred and sharp toothed lunging at her that makes her break from her trance, screaming and stumbling until she bumps into something hard and warm. She freezes, fear making her throat go dry. Eyes around the diner watch her, curious and concerned but her focus is on the person behind her. She looks over her shoulder and her eyes gaze at the man who always sits in the back booth, she always knows what he wants. Never has to ask. She never has to ask anyone. She always knows, but now her head is screaming at her and the visions that never bother her are ripping her apart. As she gazes at him, his image constantly shifts. Man. Wolf. Man. Wolf. Man. Wolf. She doesn't realize she is falling but her mind goes dark and suddenly there is nothing. Fainting is terrifying.


@Geek with Me @AlwaysYours @RedLikeRoses

 

[Maddox Rainer]

He doesn't dream. Not usually. He can count the number of dreams he can remember having on one hand. He does not dream. It's almost a rule in his rather strict personal code. Dreams mean there is something else, something you need or want. He does not want, therefore he does not dream. Yet, here he sits, on the edge of his bed, head in his hands remembering. The room is dark, most places in his home are, and it helps in way as the dream replays. His grey eyes are focused on the hard wood floor, but he sees nothing.


Walking, lower to the ground than nomral, but he can't stand up. His joints shift and move differently, he can smell everything. Pine and snow. The deer that travelled past hours ago and the family of foxes a few yards away. He hears every chirp and every step within his forest. Nothing passes here without his notice. He doesn't know what makes him move but suddenly he is running, stalking along a path that a small figure in red walks down. Human. A girl. She smells wonderful, her can imagine her blood, pumping under her skin, flowing over her dress, turning the snow the same pretty color. His jaw aches the thought. He can't help himself. He is not a creature of control. Yes, he is. He lunges at her, a growl ripping from his throat and she turns and suddenly it all changes.


He is himself and the girl before him is a young woman, he knows her. In a way. The waitress from the diner that always guesses his meal. It's why he goes there. He is not a morning person and she just brings the food he doesn't verbally order, gives an odd dreamy smile and leaves. His hands close over her shoulders and he is appaled that he still wants to bite her, his teeth still long to rip her apart and he stares at her. It stays that way for hours, minutes, seconds he can't tell. He is lulled by her bright eyes and the way her pale skin glows against her red cloak. He almost lets her go, his hunger for her skin changing into a desire for it. She breaks the spell, opening her mouth and uttering one word....changing form once more into that of a little girl. "Wolf."


His teeth find her shoulder and her blood is one of the most delicious things he has ever tasted.





Lucian takes a deep breath and checks his clock, grunting at the time and quickly getting up. During his morning routine the dream falls back into his head, pushed behind a list of things he must do and what he wants to eat when he gets to the diner. The tall man pauses at the thought of the diner. The girl in red. A growl falls from his mouth in frustration as he grabs his tooth brush, he will not be controlled by dreams. He brushes his teeth and frowns at the matallic taste that refuses to leave his mouth. He lets it go and goes about the motions. Going outside and beginning his walk to the diner, ignoring texts from the twins, two young men he carefully calls friends. It's too early and by the time he catches sight of the diner his mind is filled with tasks he must complete and how annoying the leaves will be this year. He fights against the sudden urge to walk right past the diner, instinct yelling at him to skip breakfast. He ignores it, pushing the glass door open and looking to make sure no one is in the booth he has dubbed his own.


He is starlted by the sound of plates crashing into the ground and his eyes take in the scene before him. The girl, screaming and stumbling back. Her back thudding against his chest and the way her eyes widen with fear when she sees him. He is suddenly reminded of his dream and he almost doesn't catch her when she suddenly goes limp and slumps against him. His arms keep her up, and she is far lighter than she should be and for a strange reason he can't help thinking how pretty her skin is against the red of the uniform she wears. He shakes himself free of the odd feelings crawling up his spine and looks up, directing another waitress to call for help.


@Geek with Me @AlwaysYours @RedLikeRoses @Tulani @Fezzes

 

[Kuroi01]

It was far too early for the exhausted girl to wake up and yet now she felt restless and just couldn't get to sleep, sitting up straight she tried to remember what it was that had woken her up. A stupid tune was stuck in her head, it was one she could've sworn she'd never heard before and yet she could remember singing it now.


A dream is a wish your heart makes


When you're fast asleep.


Dreams and wishes were stupid to the girl and she never trusted them, dreams were lies which only served to hurt people when they woke up and found what they had dreamed about and thought they had wasn't really there. It was like a cruel joke and she had no intentions of falling for something like that, but the voice sounded like it truly believed that it was true which it clearly couldn't be. Besides who on earth sings about dreams and wishes when there's a possibility of someone hearing them?!


Sighing the girl looked at the now completely died out fire which had kept her warm during the night, she knew her face would be dirty but she didn't care. If she was going to have to live in the coldest part of the house where the heating didn't work she was going to at least keep herself a little bit warm, she didn't want to get sick or anything not that her step mother would really care. She didn't even let her keep her old mattress or blanket instead she gave her cheap crap and probably threw put her stuff anyway.


As she was collecting her thoughts she could swear she saw brief flashes of images to accompany the song.


In dreams you will lose your heartache


Whatever you wish for you keep.





Yet another lie, Eleanor was beginning to get frustrated until she saw a mouse and smiled a bit letting the little thing crawl onto her hand. Even though she knew it could be carrying diseases she thought the small creature was extremely cute and if she did get sick she could quite easily spread it through the whole family.


Checking the time the girl cursed and got up knowing that if breakfast wasn't ready she'd get another beating and she really didn't need that while only being able to think about a stupid girly song about wishes coming true. This morning was a little different however as the three women decided they wanted to go out and eat, apparently her cooking was so terrible they needed a break from it.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

It was early morning, the chill air still crisp with a hint of warming as the sun inched higher into the sky, but that wasn't a concern of the white haired man who stood on the breezeway of the small apartment complex that he and his brother managed and lived. Best thing about working where you live, you don't have to leave home to do it. He took in a deep breath, the crisp morning air tingling through his chest as it always did, yet the tell tale sign of someone who was cold never appeared on Ian. No goose bumps, no shiver. That was the odd thing he and his brother, Reine, had in common that no one else seemed to have. They were never warm, and thus were never cold. The cold didn't affect them, and yet, neither did the heat. T-shirts, shorts, jeans, sandals. All were acceptable, year-round attire for these two. Though, to keep from being teased, or ridiculed, or judged, they played their part. They had the sweaters, and jackets and other articles of clothing that made them look normal to everyone else. It was a rare few that knew of their skill to be impervious to all things hot and cold.


The only thing that Ian and Reine didn't tell anyone else, even those who knew about their singular difference, was that even though they couldn't feel hot or cold, that didn't stop their skin from burning when touched against something extremely hot. The only thing that didn't happen to them, was that they couldn't be frost bitten. Pain still registered with burns, but they wouldn't feel the heat, and this thought always swirled around Ian's mind. Why couldn't they feel hot? Why was it that even in the middle of summer they still felt like it was the middle of the winter? These thoughts always became more and more prominent when the colder seasons approached, and the rest of the world became like them. Cold. He let out the breath he had been holding for a fair moment in a rush, an audible groan like hiss seeping from his lips as the air escaped, back into the atmosphere. He reached into the pocket of his denim vest, icy fingers latching around the cell phone that sat silent in his pocket.


Lucian would have been up by now, and he wondered if his supposed friend had gotten his text. He quickly clicked through unlocking his screen, and then into his messages. His message was sent, but there was still no reply. He shook his head and dropped the phone back into his pocket. Lucian would answer eventually. It was no skin off his back if now, or at 3 am tomorrow morning. It was just a message that expressed his... joy? ... No, rather anticipation of the colder weather that was on it's way. Ian loved the cold, and all that came with it. Suddenly, the white haired twin froze, staring down at the railing where his other hand still sat, clutching the metal barrier that kept people from falling off the second story area. The feeling of the metal had changed under his hand to that of wood. Smooth, cold, and coursing with some sort of power. He jumped, and released the railing, which in turn caused the odd feeling to disperse. Ian's eyebrows knitted together, and he carefully set his hand back down on the railing, concentrating on the feeling he had just experienced. There it was again, only stronger now. Frost burst around his hand, shooting down the length of the railing. Ice crystals glistened in the pale morning light, the air around Ian seeming to grow colder and colder until his quick, short breaths were coming out in puffy clouds.


Again, his hand jumped from the railing, and suddenly everything was back to normal. No ice, no puffy clouds of breaths. The metal railing was just that, and no more. He stared from the railing to his hand, confusion clear on his features as he tried to process what had just happened. He gulped softly, and reached out once again, fingers wrapping around the metal of the railing. Though this time, nothing happened. As much as Ian tried, focusing all his thoughts on what had just happened, it was to no avail. The metal remained as it was, just a metal bar. No ice came from his hand to swallow the railing, and the air remained as it was. He held it like that for a few more moments until he gave up and moved his hand once again. He shook his head, "I'm going crazy. I must be." he muttered to himself, lifting that same hand to his temples and running the cold palm over his face. A noise reached his ears, and he turned, spotting the black fluff ball of a cat that belonged to his neighbor. The dark golden green eyes stared up at him, and an idea came to Ian.


He smirked, and crouched, his lanky, athletic form easily folding as he stretched out an arm. "Here kitty, kitty." he purred softly to the cat, his fingers twitching in a beckoning way. The cat was hesitant, but eventually approached Ian, arching it's back under his fingers as his hand ran down the creature's spine from head to tail. The grin widened on his face, and he scooped the cat up, holding it carefully to his chest as he continued to show it affection. Quickly, the feline seemed to settle and trust Ian, and that was when he acted. He spun, and quickly padded down the stairs of the breezeway and toward the street. All while petting the cat and whispering words of comfort to the creature. When he reached the man-hole cover, he smirked again, crouching, clutching the cat to his chest with one arm, and using the other to open the cover, revealing the sewer below. Then the cat was gone, and the cover replaced. Ian could hear the pitiful yowling that said the cat was still alive, scared, and possibly injured. He tucked his hands into his pockets after dusting the fur off himself, and went back to his apartment.


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Reine grumbled softly as he walked out of his bedroom, glaring into space over the fact that the cold weather was approaching. He hated the fact that he was always cold, and occasionally found himself resenting his brother's enjoyment of the cold. With the cold, eventually came snow, and that was the worst of it all. The sticky ice crystals that clung to shoes, jackets, hair, and anything else that touched it, dragging in water to wherever you went. All the ugly yellow wet floor signs that popped up because of it. He took another breath, stopping his thoughts before he sent himself into a brooding mood that would make the day mostly unbearable. It wasn't winter yet, and Reine would relish in that for the time being. He turned around the corner of the hall into the main portion of his and his brother's apartment, moving quickly toward the kitchen. Something warm to eat. Even if he couldn't feel the heat, he preferred eating things that looks warm rather than things he knew were cold.


He was in the midst of cooking oatmeal when he heard his brother enter the apartment. "Morning." he said curtly, which was just how he did things. No answer was met, and that was okay. He knew his brother had heard him, and eventually he'd get a response back. He continued cooking, his thoughts swirling around complaining that the cold was coming, as well as running through what he needed to do today. It was his turn to spend the day in the office of the apartment complex, and there were papers that needed filed. It wasn't long before the oatmeal was finished and he spooned out a bowl for himself, and one for his brother, calling the latter over for breakfast. They sat quietly, a short nod and a gruff morning from Ian, thirty minutes later and the food was eaten and the dishes cleaned. Reine approached the door, grabbing the jacket he always carried with him from the coat rack and sliding it over his arms. "I'm in the office today, so don't get into to much trouble. I know you like this weather, so why don't you get out and cause some mischief, hmm?" he suggested to Ian as his hand reached for the door. He paused, the familiar feeling of metal not reaching his palm, rather the smooth, cold feeling of ice. His head snapped around to focus his sight on the doorknob, which remained normal to his sight. His brows furrowed, but he shook the feeling off and looked back to his brother. "I'll be off." he said, and opened the door.


At the bottom of the stairs, he paused, hearing a faint mewling noise. "What?" he started to phrase, when the idea came to him. "He got the cat." he sighed, shaking his head. His brother was always causing trouble, but ignorance was the bliss that always saved Reine. He heard nothing, he saw nothing. There's just some cat crying somewhere. He continued on for the small building that was labeled as the office, pulling keys from a pocket. He searched the key ring, and as he grabbed the one he knew would open the office door, he stopped in his tracks. Snowflakes? He thought as he stared at his hands. White specks settled on the arms of his dark jacket, and he looked up finally. Not a sight of any snow, clouds, rain, or otherwise. He looked back down at his jacket and the white specks were gone. Though tiny droplets of water remained, causing darker spots on his jacket. He pressed for the office, quickly unlocking the door. "I'm going crazy. I have to be." he told himself as he pulled the jacket off, hanging it on the hook near the door. He shook his head and moved to the desk so that he could start the days work.

 

[Killjoy]

Jackson pulled the coat over his t-shirt as he stepped out of the door of his small home. It was brisk out, not cold enough for multiple layers, but not hot enough for a t-shirt alone. He re-adjusted his pistol, which was holstered at his waste as he stepped into his car. He shifted the car into to drive and slowly pulled out of his driveway. It was a plain black sedan, nothing special about it other than the police shotgun and rifle kept in the trunk. Jackson began to pick up the speed, nearing fifty miles per hour, just ten over the speed limit; nothing too uncommon for town. His driving slowed as he pulled off to the side of the road by his favorite diner in town. He walked at a quick pace, glancing around and admiring the changing colors of the trees. Before he knew it, he was sitting at the bar of the diner, waiting for someone to take his order.


Before he could request his usual coffee and pancakes, the peaceful quiet of the restaurant was broken by the sound of plates shattering against the ground. He turned back to the source of the noise to see that a waitress had seemingly fainted, falling into the arms of a man, Lucien. He had spoken to the man a few times during his daily diner visits, and Jackson made it his business to know everyone in town. He swiftly got up from his chair and rushed to the scene.


"What happened?" He said, keeping a calm tone.





@Maddox Rainer

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Robert was walking in to town, trying to avoid attention. Ever since he'd moved into the woods he'd been labeled as something of an outsider, although still welcomed in town. People would talk behind his back and give him funny looks, and all because he was different to them. It was also hard to avoid attention when he was regularly bursting with laughter at jokes he made to himself. He'd made it a point to be reasonably self-sufficient in his little home in the woods, although he came into town anyway sometimes, mostly just to roam. Today was no different, and he felt like walking among buildings and people rather than trees and animals.


He passed the local diner, where some sort of scene was taking place. For a moment he considered checking it out, but shrugged it off. He didn't need to get involved in other people's business. He would be much happier not having to talk to anyone today. Robert's pace quickened as he tried to pass before anyone looked out and saw him. If they saw him, they'd try to interact. All this worry about not being seen reminded him of his childhood playing hide and seek, when he'd be missing for the whole day then come in to supper like nothing happened. He laughed again, though people still seemed engrossed in whatever was happening there. This existence was strange. He should be sad and moody, with his wanting to be alone. Instead, he was giving all the middle fingers to convention and being happy. That thought made his smile broaden. He did tend to make himself laugh.


To distract himself, Robert pulled out a coin and started flipping it. Heads. Heads. Heads. Tails. Heads. Tails. Heads. Heads. Another chuckle. "So much for that. Something's calling for heads, like a French Revolutionary."

 

[Tulani]

Jenny was not a dreamer, she was not an optimist, and most of all she was not prone to the thoughts of whimsy. Always the realist and focused solely on the day she has been accused of having no ambition. She was viewed by her teachers as a intelligent girl whom's potential slipped from her hands like strands of sand. Jenny hated all the nagging adults in her life who always tried to force her to better herself. She enjoyed being average, she enjoyed fading from sight. In her life it was better to place a invisible cloak over herself and fade from the conscious mind. It was her curse to draw attention due to her looks, so she made it her goal to fight it in every way. So in some ways being known for her mind by her teachers was proof of her victories. Either way, Jenny just prayed for an easy day like always drifting into a slumber.


Jenny would find herself in the unusual world of a dream. The infinite pallet of consciousness painting an image most sorrowful. At a river side sat a horrid ugly thing. A thing that wore the flesh of a donkey on it's head and back. The being was a reviled creature painted in rot from the antics of children. Tomato paste sickeningly sliding down the fur of the beasts fur in globs. What a pathetic beast this was. It stood huddled so far from human gaze that Jenny could only ponder the reason.


She would approach the poor thing and kneel before it speaking, "What are you, and why are you alone?" she could feel her words repeated in her own head. The creatures hand outstretched holding some gold. It was a fair delicate hand. She could see flashes of this creatures life. It toiled away daily in a harsh bakery just to live. It was... It was...





In an instant Jenny woke up in a cold sweat. Her bed-sheets soiled in the water from her back. She panted for a moment placing a hand to her head. "God... don't be getting sick now... ugh." the dream filtered out of her head as dreams do. Jenny would not focus on it making it's fading even faster. She flung her feet out of bed and moved to the bathroom where she popped generic over the counter cold and flu pills just in case.


Jenny would then begin her daily routine finishing it off with wearing a over sized hoodie and baggy jeans. Her hair pulled back hidden behind the hood. This disguise was flawed and people could still see her if they tried. But, for whatever reason, when dressed as she was the world never saw her beauty. She would quickly make herself some un-buttered toast and head out the door with her school backpack. She walked down the street avoiding a world that would likely welcome her.


Jenny would pass a dinner from the opposite street that seemed lively. This did not stop her for to long; but, she did offer the scene a glance. "Wonder what's going on in there."





@Killjoy ((I am in your area lol))

 

[Lioness3009]

Rosalyn rushed to the town square where all the festivities were being prepared for. She was loaded down with bags upon bags of decorative items. She immediately threw herself into the mix and hours passed this way until the point she was arranging dry pressed flowers and suddenly they seemed to be a garland in her hand and in the middle were two roses. One of snow white and one of rose red. Then she was back to the real world, laughing at herself and how easily she got distracted.

 

[Azerothii]

''Were all mad here Alice~"


The voice told her as she was standing in front of a mirror. Her appearance has completely changed. A blue dress with a white apron, somehow slightly splattered with mysterious dry black liquid. She noticed that her hair was tied by a white ribbon that made it look like a head band. Staring at herself, she closed her eyes and turned around.


"All mad in your little wonderland~"


As she opened her eyes, she stared at the place where all beauty and color was used to be, like a child's dream world. Everything was all rainbow colored and fancy giant plants as well as floating cards and dominoes. But she also watched it slowly crumble and burn into nothing more than an Insane, bloody wasteland. Poor girl as she cried slowly, waiting for the fire to eat her alive as it came closer. . . . . .and closer.


"Join us! Let's all be mad~"


Then it all became black.


And she could see nothing more but a crooked smile with piercing cat eyes.



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"NO!" Alicia sat up from her bed with sweat all over her body. She had difficulty in breathing, clutching her chest as if her life was about to come to an end. 'D-dream?' She thought to herself and tried to leave the bed. She didn't know what that was, A new nightmare? but it doesn't look like the other nightmares she had in the past. While taking the time to calm herself down, she combed her messy blonde hair with her fingers as she went to get ready today. After all, she still hasn't finished her new horror novel until now, which could be possibly the 7th book she might publish on public.

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[Maddox Rainer]

Lucian usually likes the Detective that occasionally chats with him in the mornings. Odd since he doesn't like mornings or people or chatting. Yet as he approaches, the girls weight still warm in his arms, a strange sound begins in the back of his head. A growling that only echos and grows louder the closer the other man comes. Another sound mixes in, softer but no less animalistic, Lucian is shocked to realize the almost unnoticeable growl is coming from him....out loud. For a moment he stays still, staring at the ground and clenching his teeth to keep the sound in, it gets harder the more people surround them and when someone touches him he stands and breaks away, letting the girl, Marie her name tag says, gently lay on the ground.


He doesn't like this. These feelings crawling under his skin like parasites. His jaw aches and his head is pounding. Lucian is a strict and quite man. He doesn't make jokes, he doesn't run, he doesn't dream. He avoids anything that is not certain. Until now apparently because everything seems to be changing and he is deeply convinced it has to do with that damn dream and that little witch Red. If she hadn't freaked out everything would be fine. His thoughts come to a screeching halt. Red? Who is Red? Shaking his head the normally composed man turns in a flurry of dark fabric and to some, the Detective, the man passing the window with a coin and perhaps a few others, when the light passes over him there is something else. The shadow of fur, a pelt of midnight, yellow glinting in grey eyes and for a split second a wolf where a man should be. He runs.


He has no direction as he takes off, faster than ever before. He is entranced suddenly by how wonderful it feels to run after so long. It's only when he is racing through the forest, a wolf's howl spilling from his throat that Lucian stops. He is shaking and at some point he lost his jacket. He can smell everything. Hear it. He drops into a pile of leaves and fumbles for the phone in his pocket. He dials the only number he can, the work number because the person he is calling doesn't answer his cellphone much. Reine.


Upon getting an answer he babbles, about running, about Red. Marie. How good deer smell. How nice running is. He goes and goes, completely unlike him until he goes silent. "Reine....I need you both...something is wrong with me." He hangs up after that, falling back into the leaves and watching a bunny hop softly along the ground. His mouth waters and if his two friends, Ian and Reine, ask about the red on his hands and mouth Lucian will not need to lie. A dead bunny tells all.


@Kuroi01 @Dethbycoffee @Killjoy @Fezzes

 

[Kuroi01]

They didn't go to the diner instead they went to a fancy restaurant telling her to clean the house while they were gone, like hell she was going to do that she wanted to go outside and do something for herself for once. So after they left she whispered to the mice asking them to get the others and to clean the house while she was gone, however instead of 'Yes Eleanor' they said Cinderalla. Most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference since they were mice but she could and she was surprised by that sudden change as she got changed and left, she didn't know where she'd go but so long as it was out she didn't mind.


Have faith in your dreams and someday


Your rainbow will come smiling through.


"Having faith in dreams is for children you idiot! There's nothing to believe in for me I'm stuck in that house, I can't get a job because they don't let me go out for longer than a few minutes and my only friends are animals so they can't help. Now will you shut up?!" She asked the voice angrily then realised she was speaking out loud and she tried to brush it off as if nothing had happened, she hadn't meant to speak out loud but the girlish voice was infuriating and she couldn't understand why it sounded almost like hers.


No matter how your heart is grieving


If you just keep believing


The dream that you wish, will come true.


The girl bit her lip in frustration giving up on trying to make it stop, it was clear that she was going crazy. As she walked she found herself going near the town square where it looked as if they were preparing for some kind of festival that she'd never be allowed to go to, not that she was particularly into parties but the choice to go or not to go would still be nice.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Reine sat quietly, a book grasped in his slender fingers, and leaned back in the office chair when the telephone began to ring. He sighed, folding the upper corner so that he wouldn't lose his page before closing the book and setting it carefully on the desk to his side. Leaning forward, he reached for the telephone, lithe fingers grasping and lifting the receiver just before the final ring finished, his arm folding and bringing the earpiece to the side of his head. "Hello, Fairy Tale Apartments. This is..." he started the usual spout of pleasantry he was supposed to when answering the company phone when a voice cut him off. Lucian. Spouting words of things that Reine had never seen the man do before. Babbling for several straight minutes before Reine could even get a word in. "Reine... I need you both... Something is wrong with me." were the final words before the line went silent and Reine stared in confusion toward the wall. That was nothing like the Lucian he and his brother knew. There was certainly something wrong.


The dark haired man stood, and quickly moved for the door of the office, snatching his keys off the desk as he went. So he wasn't the only one seeming to have weird things happening, like snow out of nowhere. It made him wonder if his brother experienced anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't like him to go running to someone's aid, other than his own brother's. Yet Lucian was somewhat different in terms of everyone else. If he and his brother could pick someone they could consider a friend, he would be the only one. He flipped the open sign to closed, quickly using a dry erase marker to write a short note on the glass screen door. Temporarily closed due to family emergency. Come back later. -R was what the note read, and then Reine turned and left for his apartment. Hopefully his brother hadn't left for town yet.




Ian looked up from where he sat on the couch, a knife in his hand that he had just caught on the down swing of juggling when his brother came through the apartment door. "Is it lunch already?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the darker haired twin. "No, Lucian called. Somethings going weird with him. Called the office and said he needed us both." Reine explained, running icy fingers through his hair. "I left a note on the office door that there was an emergency. Come on. Let's go see what he wants." the man sighed. His brother stood, and nodded, a serious expression on his features. Ian considered Lucian the next best thing to his brother, so it wasn't so weird that he'd be so willing to abandon what he considered entertaining in order see what the man needed.


By entertaining, Ian was referring to the woman on the breezeway frantically searching for someone by the name of Mister Whiskers, which the white haired man assumed was the name of the cat he had dropped into the sewer nearly forty-five minutes ago. He stabbed the knife, tip down, into the chipped block of wood he used to keep most of his various toy knives in. "Alright, where is he?" he asked, heading for the door of the apartment, his brother following close behind. "Most likely somewhere in the woods. He was babbling about running, and deer." Reine answered as they left the apartment and the door practically slammed behind them. Ian nodded, "Alright, let's go." he said curtly, digging out his cell phone. As they walked briskly toward the edge of town, Ian had a faint idea where Lucian had started at least. He'd have been coming from the diner, so that gave them a starting point. He unlocked the phone and sent a text to their friend. Hey, where you at? We're almost to the diner. was the message. Ian was focused on his friend, so he didn't notice the commotion going on at the diner, or the person flipping a coin outside.


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[Lioness3009]

Rosalyn rushed to where she was needed and didn't notice the girl standing in the square, since her vision was suddenly full of trees and flowers. She bumped into her hard and also started to fall. She caught her balance at the last minute and caught the girl's hand before she could fall, "I'm so sorry! I was daydreaming!" She cried out afraid she had hurt the girl, "Are you okay?!"


@Kuroi01

 

[HerSmileWasBlack]

The black is frightening and Marie struggles against it until her body is exhausted. She screams until her throat is raw. Watching scenes of death. A wolf, beautiful and wild, snarling from her grandmothers bed, blood and saliva dripping from his muzzle. She is terrified, but the wolf, she realizes, is not the father of her terror. She hugs her knees, shorter than they should be, as a man bursts into the room. There is murder in his eyes and his hulking form rears an ax, stained and sharp. He is shouting and the wolf is roaring loud enough to make her small ears ring.


She whimpers and her eyes are wide as the wolf lunges at the man, fighting and growling. She screams again when the man falls against her under the weight of the animal. The wolf rears back, falling over himself as if panicked at her scream. Her eyes lock with his, deep amber and glowing. He is beautiful. The man moves but the wolf doesn't react. Moving closer to her and she reaches to him. The ax buries into his back with a sickening sound. Her scream will not stop.


Marie gasps and sits up quickly a scream dying on her lips as her surroundings come into view. The diner. Her eyes look for him, the dark man with wolf eyes. He is no where to be found. The young woman focuses on the Detective hovering over her, gripping his shirt with shocking strength. "Find the wolf! The wolf will die, she thinks he is too beautiful to die. It wasn't his fault...its his nature to kill. It's not his fault, stop the man from hurting him." It makes no sense but tears stream down her face and she sobs, mourning a death that no one else could see.


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[Kuroi01]

The girl was shocked when she was suddenly pummeled into by some random person she didn't know, after all she had been more or less trapped within her own thoughts at the time as well. "It's fine, could've happened to anyone." she said knowing she'd been partly to blame. "Well I guess I'll go now, I've got a lot to see and not nearly as much time to see it." However just before she could turn to go it happened again and she decided to talk to the girl about it, hopefully she wasn't the only one suddenly going mad.


A dream is a wish your heart makes


When you're feeling small.


Alone in the night you whisper,





"To be completely honest I've been more or less lost in my own thoughts all day for some reason and I can't figure out why, what about you?" It wasn't the most subtle thing she could've said but she couldn't think of anything else to say, it was bizarre and the most irritating thing she'd ever had to deal with and that was considering the fact she had a step family that basically made her a servant.


Thinking no one can hear you at all.


You wake with the morning light


To find fortune smiling on you.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

The incident in the diner escalates, and for just a second in the place of a man is a wolf. A huge, fierce wolf with an almost predatory gleam of yellow in its eyes and a pelt of absolute darkness. Then the moment fades and in its place is a man again, whose composed features twist into those of surprise and hunger and anger and all sorts of unreadable emotions all at once. For one of the first times in his life, Robert is utterly stumped for a joke. The man runs off, bursting through the doors and rushing past and off into the woods. "Well. That was... different. Am I sure I'm not high or drunk?" He whirls slightly, coin still in hand. Everyone looks just as bewildered as he was, except for a waitress, who sits up and starts babbling words that are rendered inaudible by the thick glass. "I guess I'll stay here for a little. Something interesting may happen." He inclines his head, noting something wrong with what he just said. "Well, another interesting thing."


Robert flicks his coin again, and he suddenly realises something. The difficult motions of flipping and catching are as easy as breathing to him. Heads. Another few tosses, and it definitely seems like his dexterity has increased drastically since yesterday. He was already very agile and dexterous, but now he feels like he could do anything with this new-found prowess. "How didn't I notice this? Was my routine really so set that I didn't notice that? I sense changes in the future." He is so engrossed in tossing his coin and thinking that he doesn't even notice as two men pass, and the air suddenly chills as they go for a moment. Suddenly the diner seems to be a bit of a focal point for the populace's attention, and Robert figures that the time had come to stand back from the diner and watch as events progress. His curiosity has to be sated, but it was only going to be a matter of time before someone decided to engage him in conversation or some other triviality.


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[Tulani]

Jenny watched in confusion as figures she knew but, kept at a distance hurried about the diner in a manic haste. One by one happening after happening played out before her and she could only watch in confusion from the adjacent street. "What in the..... ." in her confusion a pedestrian bumped into her and looked her way. She saw a look of pure horror and disgust on there face and they covered there mouth walking just a bit quicker. "What was that all about?... ."





Jenny pauses looking at her own appearance and nothing about her had changed. There surely was no reason to warrant that sort of reaction from someone; at least she thought. Truth be told the magics in the air of the town were having there way with all those seemingly touched by fate. Soon her guise would no longer make her just the girl whom eyes glance over. Soon unknowing to Jenny people would see her guise as that of Donkeyskin. A monster to whom the world tolerates at best.


Jenny would let the scene continue before her and then saw the twins move with haste in the direction of the frantic man she had seen all but a few times. To say Jenny was curious would be an understatement. Having no love for school she would cut across the street and fallow the twins from a distance. She was decent at it; but, there was opportunity to notice her especially as we drew closer to the woods. The one major thing on Jenny's side was that she was easy to pass over and she looked extremely casual. Even if seen the intent to fallow would be hard to read on her face.


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[Tsiwentiio]

Wish I could be.......Part of your world

Ariana could hear a soft voice singing, it sounded like her own but had something different behind it, she looked around as a light finally appeared. She seemed to be in some type of cave filled with things, without thinking about it she suddenly started moving upwards suddenly she stopped in front of a mirror, her red hair basically floating above her shoulders than slowly moving down towards her back. she looked down and noticed that instead of legs, she had a green fish tail along with a purple sea shell bra. She moved back from the mirror and the room went dark again, she felt something strange behind her. She turned to see two large green like hands moving towards her, a pair of red lips appeared and simply said Now Sing. Suddenly she started singing, the hands moved closer and closer to her.

Ariana's eyes popped open, her heart was racing, she tried to catch her breath it felt as if she just ran a mile. She felt her hair to make sure that the dream was only a dream, she looked over at her clock and noticed she was already late. She didn't rush and took her time, as she started doing her hair she started thinking about the song again. She finally finished and picked out a a nice dress and grabbed her bag, before she left she said bye to her sisters and left still singing the song to herself.

​

 

[Lioness3009]

Looking at the girl for a moment, tilting her head as she pondered the question, "Well, I'm usually lost in my thoughts and daydreaming but it is getting more frequent. And I keep seeing these roses. Red and white roses. It's weird." She frowned and shrugged, "But why don't you have a lot of time?" She asked in a confused tone. Then the girl was gone and she saw two little girls talking to a rude dwarf stuck in a tree. They helped him out and he took off with some treasure, cursing them. She closed her eyes and when she opened them she was back with this girl in town square.

 

[Maddox Rainer]

The text doesn't really register to him. He sniffs around and the scent of water tells him he is close to the creek. He quickly informs them of this. To walk along the creek and they should find him. It's one of his last coherent thoughts before his scattered thoughts fly in the wind. The rabbit has his attention, laying still and broken. Anger makes a growl erupt from his throat. The white fur reminds him of something...white rabbit. Magic. Off with her head. A queen crying and a young woman being praised. They always win....they always win. The mermaid. The prince. The bitch with the glass shoe. He can feel pain lacing up his spine, his jaw filled with stinging. Even his eyes hurt, but the pain does nothing but make his anger grow and the bunny gives a pitiful cry when his teeth find its neck. He devours it. Like he's never eaten before and the taste is almost like euphoria. He doesn't know how much time passes but when he returns to himself he is howling. Loud and long and he's heard wolves before, he sounds like one and that scares him.


He falls against a tree, shuddering at the blood he can see and feel on himself. He can taste it...he wants more. No he doesn't. He's not an animal.


Yes, he is.


No.


Lucian clutches his head and moves, with strange grace for one distressed. He finds the creek and falls onto all fours beside it. The face reflected at him is not his own...but it is. His teeth are strange, sharper and longer. Human and animal mixed in his mouth. Blood and dirt on his face. He stays there until the face becomes something else and footsteps can be heard. He can smell them, the frost that clings to their breath and runs with their blood. There is another too, farther back and he looks past the incoming forms of his friends, right to her. He is confused by her smell. Human, but animal. The words are unbidden but they come anyway, "I see you, Donkeyskin. You can't hide from me." He can see her, but there is a shroud over her, making her ugly to those who cannot see past it. He wrinkles his nose at her, distantly registering the water of the creek beginning to freeze as the twins grow closer.


"All joking aside..." He says softly, eyes locked on hers even as she tries staying out of sight. "Why do you smell like a jack ass? Don't run either. I'll catch you, I always catch them." For him it makes sense, a wolf can always find his prey and he is exceptional at it. Yet...where is that coming from? Shaking his head, Lucian bows his head. "Please tell me I'm not the only one going crazy."


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[HerSmileWasBlack]

(Short post for the Elders.)


They see it. Every change and every dream. It is worse than they expected. Confidence returning to Robin Hood. Animal instinct ravaging the Wolf. Donkey skin is losing her beauty. Cinderella and Alice having dreams of the past. Rose Red and Prince Phillip. Everyone is being affected. The air is colder near the twins. The Snow Queen and Jack Frost.


Coming together once more, having located all those affected the Elders share grave looks and words.


"It is decided...for their sanity we shall reveal only what must be revealed. "


Soon they will come back here, with the Reborn in tow. Secrets will be revealed but many will be kept.


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[Kuroi01]

"Well at least I'm not the only one having things happen to me, I don't sing but I have this persistent memory of me singing some girly song which I really hate and wouldn't even come up with when I was a kid." She said and watched as the girl seemed to completely zone out which was kind of weird to her but then she seemed to be back to whatever she considered was normal for her, she silently hoped that she wouldn't start zoning out like that or it would be really inconvenient.


Don't let your heart be filled with sorrow


For all you know tomorrow


The dream that you wish could come true.





The girl bit her lip in annoyance tempted to talk to the stupid voice again but she had a feeling that she'd be seen as crazier than the girl in front of her, then she thought about the possibility of going to the asylum... That'd be worse than what she had now. "Um anyway the reason I don't have much time is because if I'm caught sneaking out I'm in big trouble with my warden- I mean step mother."

 

[Lioness3009]

Rosalyn frowned at what the girl said. She didn't understand strict parents at all. "Well where is your step mother? Maybe I could stall her and give you more time!" She smiled at her idea. To others it might be crazy to help a complete stranger but she lived for the moments where she could be useful to others. And then an even stronger image came to her. She could feel the warmth of a fire on her skin and thick hair...no fur...between her fingers. A playful growl that warmed her heart. The smell of a great animal...a bear. Then she shuddered in disgust. She hated animals. They smelled, were too much work, and always so filthy.

 

[Tulani]

Jenny fallowed the pair for awhile making sure to keep her stride silent. This brought back memories that seemed confused. She remembered fallowing some figure like this before. Some figure of admiration whose face and form were as defined as fog. She could feel her heart thump and her cheeks flush at the mere thought of this unknown figure. It was almost as if this was a lover to whom she courted at a distance... . "No," Jenny thought shaking her head. Whatever stupid thought she was having it sure as heck didn't matter for her.


Slowly the pair got closer and closer to a creek and the woodland wildlife became sparse. There was a foreboding aura about the woods. It was as if she had spent alot of time here and could tell that it meant it to be unsafe. Which was ridiculous, because outside of childhood she really never came to the woods at all. Soon the pair drew upon the man she knew at a casual glance. His name was Lucas or Lucian, either way... this man... this man was far from what she remembered.


His face a pallet of blood and dirt, his hands crinkled up like a man disturbed, his eyes that of a beast, and his teeth.... ohh god his teeth. The man's teeth were barely reminiscent of anything on the mortal plane. This was something to flee from and Jenny thought perhaps she should too. Then she heard the man's words.


"Why do you smell like a jack ass? Don't run either. I'll catch you, I always catch them."


Jenny blinked behind her hooded face and would step out slowly from where she hid. Her form as it have ever been; but, the magics about us all twisted perception of her. She looked more like some detestable thing now. Her voice even became husky and course. It was like her voice was bathed in brimstone. No one in the world could likely see past the visage anymore except those keen of eye, or ones also having there fates twisted by magic.


As for the mans question... she had no idea so she decided it was better to speak quickly so she does not also paint the mans face with her own blood. "I... I.. don't know what you mean... I took a shower this morning... umm Luc... Lucian?" she said the name as a semi question; just in case his name was Lucas so she didn't offend.


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