Fandom Once Upon a Time... [AnimeGenork & Evie Maiden of Apples]

[AnimeGenork]

 

[Evie Maiden Of Apples]

• Sheraton Chambers
• Gene Hartman

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  Sheraton Chambers
  Location: At Home
  Mood: Tired AF
  Sheraton was, to say the least, perturbed by the sudden influx of thieving happening in such a small town as this. It seemed the poor Elementary school teacher Miss Cassia wasn't the only victim of such a crime, and many counted on the private detective to put an end to this crime spree once and for all. No pressure, of course! But it seemed that with every step he made in progress to the case, he was forced two steps back when the trail ran cold.
  
  To say this was a difficult case was an understatement, especially since normally this would have been a fairly easy case to solve for him. He stayed up all night with his bloodhound Toby's help in trying to track the scent, and back at home he had a large map of the town with routed marked in red to indicate where Toby and found a promising scent only for it to die down.
  
  And now, at nine in the morning, Sheraton was lying on the couch asleep and snoring loudly, having passed out an hour ago with a newspaper covering his head while his sleeping dog beside him on the floor curled up. ​
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  Gene Hartman
  Location: The Hideout
  Mood: Tired but feeling accomplished~!
  
  Ever since he laid eyes on that woman with the golden hair, Gene couldn't get her out of his mind - there was something eerie familiar about her that he just couldn't quite put his finger on, and that made him nervous. Had they met before? Did she know his true History? No way...no way she could have known who he really was and who he worked for. She would have had cops or that persistent private detective on his ass by now following him, and Gene worked hard to erase any traces he left behind as to his whereabouts. The guy was thorough, careful, and got the job done...that's why he was considered the golden boy in Roman's crew.
  
  Speaking of which. Gene made it back to the hideout unscathed, and he had some priceless jewelry he stole from that lady to give to his leader. He strode in like he owned the place and called out, "Roman! Ay! Gotcha somethin' you wanted." He headed over to the bar area and grabbed himself a bottle of beer, opening the cap and taking a quick swig from it. He sighed and thought about that woman again, his heart feeling split and his mind muddled with...he shook his head. Best not to think about her, he had a job to do, after all.
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[AnimeGenork]

• Cassia
• Roman

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  To say Cassia was having a bad week was an understatement. Her mother was on her again about her teaching career, but she could handle that. She’d been handling it for years now. But that wasn’t the issue. Some of her jewelry had been stolen right out from under her nose, but it wasn’t just any jewelry to her. Sure, it was probably worth a lot of money, but to Cassia, it had always simply been the gift her father had given her to congratulate her for starting college. At least he was supportive of her dreams.
  
  Unfortunately, the detective she’d hired to help her find her jewelry hadn’t found it yet. Of course, she was being patient, she’d heard he had a great mind for such things like this. But she was terribly nervous about whether or not they’d be able to find the thief and have her jewelry returned to her before it was too late. And besides, who had it been? She hadn’t seen anyone that day, as far as she could remember. Maybe a shadow… but memory was unreliable at best.
  
  So she decided to visit Mr. Chambers today, in the hopes that perhaps something had cropped up in the night. Cassia couldn’t see anything through the front windows of the house on Baker Street—which, oddly enough, sounded like a reference—and it would be rude to peek any further, so she settled for the doorbell and a knock on the door. “Mr. Chambers? Hello? I was wondering if there’s been any leads?”
  
  She pouted at the lack of answer. Maybe if she knocked louder? So she did. “Mr. Chambers! I brought coffee?”
  
  
  
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  Roman Mouchard

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  As always, Roman was smoking a cigarette. It was a ritual, it was soothing, whatever jabber got anybody to stop harping on him about lung cancer. He’d gotten enough of it back in the day, back when he’d actually dared to lend some of his time to someone else. Thank God he’d quit that. But the smoking? He would probably never quit that. It made him look intimidating, after all, and he chose to use every tool at his disposal to achieve those goals.
  
  And yet, he was waiting on one of his lackeys. Had it truly been difficult to rob the art teacher? Roman had thought, from what reconnaissance he’d done, that she was an easy mark. Sweet, kind, possibly a little stupid. Although he’d understand if Gene had somehow gotten distracted by her smile. It was something he’d perhaps be distracted by, if he had a heart in this empty chest of his. And yet he didn’t, so it wasn’t applicable to him.
  
  Finally, he heard Gene’s voice. “About time, Hartman,” he drawled, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Good work.” He watched with lazy eyes as Gene availed himself of a beverage, indicating a spot on his desk for the jewelry. “I trust she didn’t give you much issue?” Roman inspected the jewelry, the way it had been crafted. It was older, vintage, perhaps, if jewelry could be so, and it would fetch a pretty price. Though he would keep it around for now. He had plans.
  
  “Do you know if she asked anyone to help her?” he asked, lifting his eyes as he took another drag of his cigarette. “Such as a detective?” Surely he would take the bait.
  
  
  

 

[Evie Maiden Of Apples]

• Sheraton Chambers
• Gene Hartman

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  Sheraton Chambers
  Location: At Home
  Mood: Coffee?! Don't mind if I do!
  
  Naturally, Sheraton's faithful dog Toby was the first to wake up at the sound of someone knocking. The bloodhound scampered over to the door and began to let out a low, deep bark when he heard Cassia's voice on the other end. Meanwhile, Sheraton himself let out a tired groan as both the barking and Cassia's words stirred him out of a strange dream in which he were...a lot smaller. Roaming in a world where the furniture seemed to be the height of skyscrapers. And the smell of gas lamps, the sounds of horses trotting along cobblestone streets -- he blinked and took the newspaper off of his face and looked to the door. "Coming, Miss Rampion!" He called, causing Toby to cease his barking. Rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand and letting out a yawn, he got up and went to the front door to open it.
  
  What a perfect picture of the frazzled detective he was - bags under his eyes, a weary smile on his lips, and his light brown hair mussed with sleep habit. He waved the girl inside, "Come along, now. Let's have that coffee." He waited for Cassia to enter before closing the door, his clothes slightly disheveled from having rolled around on the couch while sleeping. "Terribly sorry about that, Miss Rampion, I've been up all night tracking our thief. BUT...I may have a lead, I just warn you that if this is who I think it is...I'm afraid we're in more trouble than I anticipated. Regardless, I shan't give up on retrieving your family heirloom." He vowed, going over to his board filled with newspaper clippings, maps of the town and lists of other items that were stolen in town.
  
  "Tell me, Miss Rampion...have you ever heard of a nefarious criminal called Roman Mouchard? Career criminal, evil genius, and has a weakness for stealing precious items such as jewels, and of course, money." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've been on his trail for several years now, he is the one criminal I've yet to catch, the one that matches me in both intellect and wit. The last time I saw him, we were both in London, but I left that city long ago and came here for, er...personal reasons." He cleared his throat, "Anyway, if my deductions are correct - and they usually are - I feel that the string of robberies happening in town recently, yours included, may have something to do with him. The problem is...he's an expert at covering his tracks, so much so that not even forensic science itself could trace him. In which case, I've got a lot of hard work ahead of me." He sighed again, this time in frustration, this...clearly touched a nerve with poor Sheraton - this was personal. "Damn him."
  
  
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  Gene Hartman
  Location: The Hideout
  Mood: Business as Usual
  
  "Took the scenic route, but I'll be quicker next time to come home, dad." Gene said in a snarky tone, calling Roman 'dad' as a way to tease him, rolling his eyes a bit as he dropped the jewelry onto the desk for the boss. There was something about the way Roman spoke that always made Gene's skin crawl - he couldn't quite place it, but every time he spoke with the boss (even during casual talks), he wanted to take a shower immediately afterwards, as if to wash dark oil off of himself. But Gene held a certain amount of (fearful) respect for the boss - Roman had taken good care of him, and in return, Gene obeyed him without question. He took another drink of his beer and frowned when Roman asked about a detective.
  
  "Yeaaaah, about that..." He huffed and took a seat, leaning back and crossing a leg over one knee. "That Sheraton Chambers guy, she's gone to him it seems. I mean, he's supposed to be the best detective in the town, right? Heard he made a name for himself in London, so I'm not sure why he didn't just stay there instead of move out here to bumblefuck nowhere." He took another swig of his beer, the image of the blonde woman's face once again appearing in his mind and tugging at his heart for a moment. He glanced to Roman, "What do you wanna do about that Chambers guy, Roman? You want one of us to dispose of him or something? At least teach him a lesson?"