Once upon a time
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				Title: <strong>Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>20-10-2017, 14:47:36</strong>
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				For interest thread go here: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276948.0<br><br><br>At the edge of a dark and enchanted forest.....<br><br>(http://www.dream-lounge.com/EF_Lights_Night2_Large.jpg)<br><br>There was an old mansion<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/57/23/b7/5723b7cfd56b15a943439370ab1f57c9--istanbul-turkey-abandoned-mansions.jpg) handed down through the generations the building had clearly seen better days. However any money that the current owner possessed went on keeping the interior intact and purchasing goods from other countries. The current owner of the mansion a Proffessor Lucian Blake. He had been handed down not only the mansion, but a book of immense importance. A book that kept locked within it's pages the characters and stories of the oldest and darkest fairy tails.<br><br>Every night it was up to the proffessor who over the years had become a an expert on old books and English language to read a page of the book, to make sure the characters were all behaving themselves. One fateful night however something happened. The night was pitch black, the day had been forbidding an over cast the sun unable to penetrate the thick layers of cloud that filled the sky. As night arrived the moon and stars were hidden for view. Proffessor Blake pottered arround his home, putting away his books. His electricity had stopped working so he was working by the light of a solitary candle....in the background a hissing noise could be heard. The ticking grandfather clock announced that it was about 11:55pm.<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/05/70/e5/0570e54cc7cc08e575a23793bdd27100--james-bond-james-darcy.jpg)</div><br>A loud whistle pierced the silence of the proffessor libary, placing the final book on the shelf he dashed to the kitchen and took from a gas hob a rather old, yet handy tea kettle. Poring the hot water into a mug he had prepared earlier Proffessor Blake turned the hob off and picking up the steaming mug and the candle he made his way through the silent house to the living room. This room was much brighter, candles lined every nook and a roaring fire helped push back the shadows. In front of the fire was an large comfortable arm chair, a safe distance from the chair stood the pulpit with the bound book of fairy tails.<br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bf/2e/d8bf2ead2a5fa52a0963ddb7d4eaa7d9--terry-pratchett-discworld-the-librarians.jpg)<br><br>As the proffessor approached the chair he noticed something very odd indeed. The book appeared to be rattling! His mug slipped from his grasp and fell unchecked to the floor spilling tea into the carpet. Lucian ate up the distance between him and the stand and as he reached out to touch the book, the clock in the library struck midnight. Bong.Bong.Bong. went the clock and all of a sudden a purple glow began to emanate from the book, and a voice that to the rest of the world was unheard spoke to the keeper of the book. What was said remains a mystery, but as the final chime of the clock ended Lucian headed across to his writing table and began penning a detailed letter to a friend at the local university.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>22-10-2017, 23:21:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucian<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>The engine growled, despite Gilda’s smooth wheeling of her gold beetle car up to Lucian’s mansion. She loved the sound of the gravel under the wheels, all crunchy and earthy. <em>Just right.</em><br><br>Her timing was just right too, right on time. Gilda was a good student - usually - but not always the most punctual. However, something about Professor Lucian Blake...Gilda couldn’t quite bit a finger on it, but some adults seem the sort who have quite the worldliness to them, long trippy stories of decades past to share, yet still they look quite dashing and handsome to Gilda’s eye.<br><br>Gilda just might have admitted, perhaps under tickle torture or some other sort of duress, to hoping to make a good impression herself. She told herself it was just because being a good student was probably all that kept her elders from looking the other way. Especially after that grade hacking incident she might or might have been involved in. Even though there were never enough digital breadcrumbs for sweet Gilda to be implicated, goodness no!<br><br><em>Daddy taught me well, and he in turn learned from the best during his M.I.T. days….love you, Daddy…</em><br><br>Still, school authorities were not historically known for adhering to the same high burdens of proof as the Western legal system, so Gilda knew it was in her best interests to keep her nose clean for awhile, and play the part of straight A prim and proper gal.<br><br>Anyway, showing up on time was easy when the professor had a face and voice like Lucian’s…<br><br>Gilda adjusted her black cardigan - ostensibly modest in cut, but it hugged her figure <em>just right</em> in the right places. And if the air got any cooler, well, the garment would contour her very closely indeed…<br><br>...and if it got warmer, well, she had another layer underneath, albeit a far less modest one. <br><br>She brushed her long gold locks in the car mirror, slung on her favorite school bag, and popped out of her gold beetle.<br><br>Her tan boots crunched on the ground, and she had a light eager step on her way to ring the doorbell. <em>Ding dong</em>, oh how the sound echoed through the expansive residence, making her all the more curious about what awaited her within. She became so curious it was almost too much, maybe even three much, to bear. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2017, 01:20:24</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gilda<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>The mansion was out in the middle of nowhere, which meant that the finely tuned German motorcycle could be heard miles away.&nbsp; Greggor got a wonderful opportunity to give it the gas, taking the turns hard, enjoying the fact that there were no dips on the road that he had to worry about.&nbsp; He was enjoying the ride so much he nearly forgot that he was out there for a reason.&nbsp; Once the mansion appeared in the distance, light hidden by the trees, his mood instantly soured.&nbsp; &nbsp; In the dark of night he saw another vehicle, a car that was hard to make out.&nbsp; <br><br>At the door a woman was there, a silhouette showed a nice figure and long hair.&nbsp; Maybe this 'detention' wouldn't be the end of the world.&nbsp; He kicked the stand and killed the engine, hopping off the bike and leaving the helmet hanging off one handlebar.&nbsp; Fingers brushed through his hair as he started towards the house.<br><br>As he got up near the door his phone chirped.&nbsp; He pulled the latest iphone out, scrolling through a new text message.&nbsp; "Sorry girl, busy with homework."&nbsp; &nbsp;He offered the words outloud as he typed, then slipped the device away as he stepped up to the door.&nbsp; The blonde was waiting patiently, so he had the opportunity to eye her.&nbsp; "You here for detention, too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>23-10-2017, 01:28:50</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fa/c7/65/fac7653ca1a70968d585eaf906868991.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Madeline Hessington/ The Girl with no Hands<br><strong>Location:</strong> Making her way to the mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweater, Jeans, Converse (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/a7/5b/45a75b99860f5cabe8e6f02298472d06.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gilda,Open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Currently is wearing thick gloves over her hands<br><br><br>Even now as the soft crunch of gravel beneath her feet the young woman could feel a sense of awe as she approached the mansion in question that would yield from what she hoped promise and mirth of educational wealth, even if at such a time and setting was from what many would consider quite the unconventional quirk. Then again with this day and age it was more so obvious that such drastic measures had to be taken to help guide the newer generation into the world with minds exposed to all they could, the somber atmosphere to help create the juices of fantasy to be soaked up eagerly by the young minds that stepped forth into what Madeline would highly consider a page out of the most appropriate settings of wonder itself.&nbsp; Pale gems of forget-me-not blue peered through the whispy near alabaster tresses currently whipped across her delicate features as a brisk breeze rolled over the petite form, the thick protection of her sweater that hung so loosely around her short stature doing well to keep her warmth as well as swallow her somewhat to give off the semblance of innocence to her permanent wide eyed expression as it was firmly fixed not only on the massive mansion itself but as well as a fellow student who would be in attendance. Giving a soft bite across her lower lip Madeline could feel the pit of her stomach clench instinctively as she had attempted to ensure she would at the very most be the first to arrive, as having to stumble upon others without the aide of clinging to the wall as she often attempted felt much more frightening than the lengthy stroll she had endured could ever been.<br><br>Then again it wasn't as if her quite early departure from her home would have been noticed by the only other resident within the shabby apartment, the eerie glow of the television blocked out by the drunken slumber outline of her father in his recliner having not made any effort to wake nor begin to question in the first place. Silently Madeline had been thankful for the amount of booze her father had consumed to leave him in a much more effective state even if the sight did make her feel quite crestfallen to know her presence was so easily ignored for that of alcohol. If only her father knew just how hard his young daughter tried to further excel herself to not only make her life better but for him as well, that one day she would be in a position to get him the help he needed and perhaps resume the once faint happiness they shared back in the earlier days of her life. Things had only escalated over the years and her father's declining mental status and inability to work had caused the family of two to come upon even harder times than usual, yet it was the fear Madeline held of abandoning her father to leave him with nothing but his demons that pushed the young woman to work even harder, as the modest money she made at the local book shop and his unemployment checks at least ensured they had a roof over their heads.Which was also the reason for her own shabby appearance as the thick fabric of her sweater hung so awkwardly across her lithe form, such luxuries hard to come by as having a meal was much more of an acceptable choice compared to clothes that were in fashion or fit correctly; but Madeline did little to mind such things as with all the atrocities of her life she did so with a smile all the while. <br><br>Taking a small breath the girl swallowed quietly as she brought the heavy weight of her book to press tightly to her chest to nearly cling to her being as she took another shaky step, the anxiety of having to deal with others in such a strange setting somewhat unnerving but Madeline fared if only due to what such a class could bring her in her educational future. Above all the guidance counselor felt an extra circular activity such as this would do the fair girl well, to attempt to bring her out of her shell a tad more to function not only in the presence of others but in the world itself after school had ended. It was a fair point to be made, Madeline would not disagree, though it did little to help her nerves all the same as the thick cover of her gloves tightened protectively around her book as she meekly made her way up the beaten path towards the front door to join what she could only describe as a golden idol of sorts. Gilda appeared like a shining figure that many would find themselves gravitate towards; she was truly beautiful, but even more than that she seemed utterly fearless and full of confidence that gave her physical appearance even more splendor to admire. It made Madeline all but pale in comparison in her own mind as the thought of actually speaking towards someone like Gilda only made the clench in her stomach twist all the more.&nbsp; Practically trembling the pale blonde nervously gave a silent nod in her direction as she awkwardly approached, her form quickly making a line towards the further right of the door to keep her distance but not appear as if she was not part of the awaiting group that would hopefully join to ease Madeline's anxiety somewhat from having to actually go through a direct one on one conversation. <br><br>Though it seemed Madeline wouldn't have to wait too long for more to appear as the roar of a motorcycle quickly sliced through the air to nearly make the poor girl jump out of her skin, the male that soon dismounted and made his way towards the front of the mansion seemingly fitting in the same sort of category as Gilda much to Madeline's own dismay. Had she received the wrong instructions? Was she interfering in some other matter? It seemed to matter very little as the young man made his way up the stairs and instantly take in the golden idol, thus ignoring Madeline's presence all together which in a small way made her feel a tad better. She wouldn't have begun to process how to go about a charming conversation even if her life depended on such, so she was more than thankful to remain off to the side and ignored so long as it was needed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>23-10-2017, 01:50:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Greggor, Madeline<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>Gilda flicked her blue eyes over and up - and up, and up they had to go, like Jack up his beanstalk, until they reached the top of his tousled hair - the young man who swung off his motorcycle. <br><br>She became intrigued - enough that, while standing by the door and pretending to barely notice, she slipped a manicured hand into own pocket, to her own smartphone...which she did not draw out. She’d practiced the right touch screen gestures with it still in her pocket. <br><br>She activated her favorite little snarfing program, BreadCrumz. It made her phone temporarily spoof a cel tower, as a way to lure nearby phones to relay through it to connect to a real tower, like a witch luring kids to a house made of candy. Sometimes the program was able to glean tasty morsels and download them onto her own phone, for Gilda to peruse later.<br><br>One some occasions she got just a few risque photos or salacious texts or other gossip candy, other times she got more, other times nothing. The snarfing&nbsp; often failed against the most well encrypted phones, but hey, why not try?<br><br>She alway told herself it was a just a nice harmless little way to get to know someone quicker, and something about this fellow gave her a funny feeling his phone might just have some juicy traffic inbound from or outbound to some of their classmates.<br><br>“You got detention huh?” her voice was that of an innocent, straight-A angel, but with just a hint of a purr. “I can see that somehow...Well it’s true this extracurricular is helping me keep my record clean, but...the way it was put to me was more like extra credit.” She looked back to the motorcycle. “That thing howls like a...well some sort of animal. Hey, you know...now I’m not <em>usually</em> a girl who’s a fast-moving speed freak or anything like that...but I have always wanted to ride a motorcycle. Lotsa things worth trying once, you know? Even if my father would kill me for riding that thing - especially when it’s something he’d kill me for riding.”<br><br>She smiled and waved to the approaching Madeline. Gilda bit her lip subtly, then licked it and got a curious look in her eyes. As soon as the girl was close enough, Gilda closed the last bit of distance herself, and casually draped her arm over Madeline’s shoulders. She leaned in, and tugged to lean Madeline just enough that they were like two bookends on a shelf without a book between them - not at this particular moment, anyway. <br><br>“Ohh, HEY girlfriend,” Gilda grinned, “We were just talking about fathers and wheels. How do you prefer riding - being on two or on four?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2017, 13:09:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gilda, Madeline<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>When he had been told that he needed to come to this big old stuffy house and learn <em>character building</em> through the use of some ridiculous bullshit about storytelling, needless to say Greggor had pretty much said 'fuck that shit'.&nbsp; But even Dad wanted him to at least make an effort.&nbsp; Less headaches down the line if you play well with others occasionally.&nbsp; So we agreed, even if it did blow his night.&nbsp; And why the hell was it at midnight anyway?&nbsp; Some old cook trying to get his rocks off with scare factor?&nbsp; That was not going to work here.<br><br>However, with all of that said, suddenly the night was looking up.&nbsp; Gilda was easy on the eyes, and just listening to a few quips from her... he had already decided she'd be a lot of fun.&nbsp; Of course, he had no idea that over the next few minutes her phone would have a detailed history of his various social media; on the other hand, that gave her a massive collection of photos from various cheerleaders making duck faces at him and flashing their tits, all looking for a good time with the star quarterback.&nbsp; Most of the photos with him would involve the team, or whichever Heather had won some attention from him that week.&nbsp; &nbsp;High school stuff.&nbsp; Life or Death, after all.<br><br>He had a few witty comebacks ready to go, when Madeline appeared.&nbsp; The pale little girl got a quick once-over, and he was ready to ignore her as simply not worth his time, except that blondie not only knew her, but seemed to be friends with her.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Was this one of those situations where you had to be nice to the ugly one to get with the hot one?&nbsp; Granted, Madeline wasn't ugly... she was just... awkward and shy and needed to go back home.&nbsp; Like now.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; <br><br>And then Gilda opened her mouth again.&nbsp; The comment about riding on two or four... there was so much loaded into that statement.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if shy little pale girl got the joke, or if blondie offered it like that specifically because it would go over her head, but if she was willing to play...<br><br>"Nothing wrong with a wild animal between your legs from time to time.&nbsp; Say the word, and I'd love to take you for a ride."&nbsp; Just in case it set the new girl off, he made a gesture towards the bike, but .... he just flashed a hint of a smile, a quirk of his lips as he let his focus fall on Gilda again.&nbsp; Madeline got a few heart beats of a glance again.&nbsp; To be polite.&nbsp; <br><br>"Two wheels are always better.&nbsp; Straddling something powerful, taming it... and that speed..."&nbsp; Then he gave a little shrug. "Of course, nothing wrong with four.&nbsp; Not like I could take both of you with only two wheels, so sometimes you have to compromise."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>23-10-2017, 18:55:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> Lisa's Dorm -&gt; The Mansion<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Gilda, Madeline, Greggor<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>Lisa almost forgot about the meeting that evening.&nbsp; She'd been busy with a new project, a really cute Enchantress cosplay, the character coming from Marvel Comics.&nbsp; She loved the new superhero movies, and while she didn't read comic books, she'd heard of the character and was always on the lookout for costumes that fit her long blonde hair.&nbsp; She hated dyeing or excessively styling it, as it always became brittle and ugly if she did anything other than her lengthy care routine.<br><br>It was only luck that her growling stomach coincided with her finishing the stitch work on the costume's skirt, leading to her finally taking her first break since her classes for the day ended.&nbsp; While she was scarfing down some ramen she noticed the clock, and that jogged her memory.&nbsp; She had almost forgotten the extra credit assignment that she had to attend because she kept forgetting assignments!<br><br>She didn't have time to take a shower, but she at least decided to change out of her pink yoga pants and into something more appropriate for going off campus.&nbsp; Without a shower to shave there was no way she was going to wear a skirt, so she grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a still clean white blouse.&nbsp; She spent a few minutes on makeup and brushing her golden hair before examining herself critically in the mirror.<br><br>She had received enough compliments over the years to know that people found her to be beautiful.&nbsp; Despite that whenever she saw her reflection she always found herself staring at her prominent nose.&nbsp; To her it was practically a beak, drawing attention from her large blue eyes, soft lips, and smooth complexion.&nbsp; With a sigh she put on her best smile, pulling on a red jacket and her white sneakers before rushing out the door... only to quickly run back in before it shut.&nbsp; She'd forgotten her keys!&nbsp; And her phone!<br><br>She grabbed them and her blue purse before hesitating, looking at the doll sitting on her desk right above her pillow.&nbsp; It was a small, unassuming wooden doll, its once bright paint faded and chipped.&nbsp; It had been in her family for generations, and it had always been a source of comfort, and for most of her childhood her only friend.&nbsp; She didn't know what to expect that night, but she was a little nervous.&nbsp; She'd seen enough horror movies where the first victim was the blonde coed, and she was a more than a little worried about going over to the home of a male professor at night.&nbsp; She did a lot of jogging to remove her freshman fifteen, but she wasn't the strongest woman on campus, and the tiny can of mace at the bottom of her purse could only do so much.&nbsp; After a moment she smiled genuinely and carefully picked up the doll, planted a kiss on its head, and stuffed it into her purse before running out the door, her confidence renewed with its presence.<br><br>Her bike was where she left it, and soon she was pedaling as fast as she could across campus and down the road, one hand holding her iPhone as it spat directions at her every step of the way.&nbsp; It was with more than a little relief that she saw several students already there, including two other women.&nbsp; She not only wasn't late, but she wasn't alone!<br><br>It was only when she arrived that she remembered that in her haste she'd forgotten her bike lock and chain.&nbsp; She had no doubt left it at the bike post outside of her dorm, and with her luck someone would steal it and her bike while they were apart!&nbsp; Of course, the mansion was obviously both isolated and in a wealthy area.&nbsp; Creepy no doubt, but convenient for her since it meant she wasn't as likely to be robbed.&nbsp; As long as she made it back outside she'd probably still find the bike.&nbsp; Of course, if her bike chain was stolen she'd probably lose it on campus before she could get a new one...<br><br>She was so lost in thought about when her bike would be stolen that she reached the group before she realized that she didn't know what to say.&nbsp; She blinked a few times, offering them an awkward smile as she brushed a hand through her hair to try to settle it from the bike ride.&nbsp; "Um, hey!&nbsp; Um, Gilda, right?&nbsp; I think you're in my class.&nbsp; And ah, I'm sorry, I don't think I know your guys' names.&nbsp; Oh, um, I'm Lisa.&nbsp; Hi!"<br><br>She gave an awkward wave at the three people standing right and front of her while internally kicking herself.&nbsp; This was why she usually kept her mouth shut around strangers.&nbsp; Especially when one was the most beautiful girl in her class, another was a very cute stranger, and the third was some rich looking jock who would probably either flirt with her or make fun of her (or both).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>23-10-2017, 19:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><br>Tim might have been arriving a little bit late, not that that would really bother him, though in his mind he was just on his way back. So really, he had been so early that he decided he needed to go and kill time while he waited for everyone else to arrive. <br>Tim didn't like being made to go places he wasn't familiar with. He was a young man that liked having his bases covered, and that meant knowing the lay of the land, the size of the building, where the exits were... case the joint. He showed up in the middle of the night before, to case the joint. <br>He had been able to get a good idea of the outer perimeter before he noticed some strange sounds from inside and took off.<br><br>The next morning he had slept in a little. He was in no hurry to get ready for a class. After all, these stories that some old man was obsessed with had been around for a hundred years, they could wait an extra half hour for him. So he casually got up and around, made his way to his favorite coffee shop, where some rich bitch happened to be screaming at the girl behind the counter. Something to do with how her idiot kid had dropped his hot cocoa on the floor and deserved another one free. But Tim was feeling generous today, so he stepped in and offered to pay for the new cocoa along with his coffee... out of the ladies wallet, he had just lifted out of her bag.<br><br>Still in no real hurry, Tim decided he would need a little pick me up, after this class was over, seeing as it didn't start til the evening, so he slipped in through the automatic doors of the local liquor store. He went straight to the back and grabbed a small bottle of bourbon. At the counter he handed the guy an obviously fake ID.<br>"Hey buddy, this is fake. I can't sell you that."<br>"What do you mean, it's fake?"<br>"I mean it's a fake ID."<br>"What are you talking about? I've had that license for more than a year now! Look, you have one of those black light tools, check it for yourself..." and a roll of the guys eyes before he knelt down to get the light, was all the time Tim needed to lean over the front of the counter an snatch one of the smaller bottles of high end bourbon that isn't out with the rest, and slip it into his coat pocket. <br>"You know what, man. If you really don't want to sell me the bottle then fine, I'm gone." And leave he did, but not before snatching the ID back out of the man's hand.<br><br>He managed to kill most of the rest if the day in his usual way. Which was exactly what the counselors had been trying to avoid by getting him involved with this class in the first place. But hey, recovery is a process.<br>When he was finally heading to the class out in the woods, he did so via the untamed woods to the side of the road. So when he appeared, he did so from the side of the house, and walked around to the front where there were several people already waiting. <br><br>First he noticed the vehicles parked in the front, a bug, and a hog, <em>I wonder who drove them...</em><br>Then his attention turned to the group of young adults waiting innthe porch. A guy and a girl who looked like they were cut from the same fine cloth,&nbsp; and another couple girls who looked to be more of the timid type. After all, something Mr jock was going on about seemed to have one of them all flustered up.<br><em>Hmm... this guy distracts easy. I might have to go home with a new motorcycle tonight...</em> <br><br>He approached the front steps with beanie, dark aviators, and headphones on making him look like he wasn't even aware that any of the other students were even there, as he walked past the first blonde who hadn't made it up with the others yet. That perception would only be backed up as Tim climbed the steps, and without so much as a word, moved through the middle of the group to find an open spot on the railing of the porch. Then he popped up into a sitting position on the rail. Finally he looked up and regarded the group by looking around at them through shaded eyes. Then he reached up and pulled off his glasses, revealing his sharp blue eyes.<br><br>"Sup guys, everyone here for storybook class?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 00:46:00</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fa/c7/65/fac7653ca1a70968d585eaf906868991.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Madeline Hessington/ The Girl with no Hands<br><strong>Location:</strong> Making her way to the mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweater, Jeans, Converse (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/a7/5b/45a75b99860f5cabe8e6f02298472d06.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Currently is wearing thick gloves over her hands and trying to not have a panic attack<br><br><br>Madeline had been quite content in blending into the background and to avoid the fuss of showing just how poor she truly was in the efforts of conversation let alone introduction, after all Gilda and Gregg seemed to hone in on one another with such an level of clever snark and flourish tease that the pale blonde would have gone beet red in any attempt what so ever. That was however before the golden idol seemed to take it upon herself to thrust the meek female into the limelight for a brief moment, the pull of her lithe form causing Madeline to nearly squeak in response as she felt her face quickly grow all the more pallid in what could nearly be described as stunned horror.For a moment she could barely think let alone breathe as she felt Gilda instantly grow much too chummy with herself despite the two having little to no idea of one another, sure Madeline heard off handed rumors that often filled the crowded masses of the halls here and there but the two could hardly be considered acquaintances much less 'girlfriends'. Only after a heart beat did Madeline realize just what taunting prose that had been delivered from the golden haired female, the widening effect of her doe like eyes seeming to take up more space across her features in sudden realization before the crimson plume of her crippling embarrassment and horror finally kicked into gear as she gasped with a tremble.<strong>"O-Oh I um...I..I don't umm..really.."</strong>she painfully stammered while trying to not only ignore the two sets of eyes on her for her remark, but also the fact that such a subject was far from her repertoire to begin with.<br><br>It was fairly obvious that Gregg didn't seem too fond of Madeline wedging herself between both himself and Gilda, not that she had the choice to begin with, as Madeline could feel herself stiffen all the more at the physical contact that continued much to her own internal fright and more emotional status that was largely unknown. A miracle would however soon be delivered in the form of another girl soon stepping up towards the porch much to Madeline's own internal prayers, the distraction more than enough to allow the lithe girl to practically back pedal out of the uncomfortable embrace of Gilda to take a few startled steps back as she flustered deeply. In her quick attempt to flee however she also made the much more perhaps grave mistake in misstep as she literally bumped into another male who had clamored up the steps to plant himself on the railing as if he had been there all along, Madeline giving another high pitched squeak before catching herself with one hand grabbing the rail on the other side of the unknown young man as she gasped.<strong>"O-Oh s-sorry!"</strong>she cooed with a hitch of breath, genuinely guilt ridden for both her lack of composure as well as frightened state as the clatter of his sunglasses slipped to hit the porch much to her dismay.<br><br>Quickly bending down to grab the item Madeline could feel her heart racing in complete mortification of her behavior, no doubt reeling in just how awkward she was being in front of fellow students who perhaps thought she was somewhat deranged in her skittish demeanor. Letting her gloved fingers curl around the sunglasses she soon straightened up with a wince, thin digits curling around the glasses though she hardly felt the true intimate surface of them before she timidly offered they back to it's owner, her eyes cast downward in crippling shame. Perhaps this was an awful idea as she had once feared, the extra credit would do wonders for her academic career but at what cost? Her sanity at this point she sourly thought with disdain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 00:58:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion by front door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Madeline, Gregg, Lisa, Tim<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Phone spying on any other devices nearby<br><br>Gilda looked over Gregg and the motorcycle alike while he spoke. Her eyes twinkled to acknowledge his upping the ante of her earlier entendres, and she replied, “Might take you up on that offer to feel that chopper between my legs...guess it’s one more reason to hope this extracurricular doesn’t last too long.”<br><br>She felt Madeline’s shoulders stiffen under her arm, and realized she was being too familiar. She let her arm slide off as casually as it had slid on. Anyway, her hand had other things to do, with the gathering students, it was getting time for a few more swipes on the phone in her pocket…<br><br>Nonetheless, Gilda’s mind, ever whirring, felt a curious mix of aesthetic appreciations for the girl’s looks, and yet empathy for her obvious introversion and discomfort at the situation she was suddenly thrust into. Gilda made a little promise to herself to somehow, some time later, see if she couldn’t bring the girl out of her shell. But how...<br><br>She waved to Lisa when she approached, recognizing her classmate. “Lis! Hey...looks like you forgot a bike lock? This mansion seems remote enough to be safe, but, if you want you can lock your bike in the backseat of my car.” She gestured to the gold beetle that was her car, a round compact thing with its stylizing of golden curves. “My backseat might be at tight squeeze, but, I’m sure we can make this fit…”<br><br>Gilda jingled her keys towards Lisa, happy either to go with Lisa to the bike and car, or let Lisa take the keys and do so herself. <br><br>Gilda belatedly remembered that she had a few pieces of racy lingerie that’d somehow ended up on the floor of the backseat (a mix of her own, and another girl’s), but it didn’t cause Gilda to rescind her offer. Far from it; after giving Lisa a second look-over, Gilda decided it was just as well if Lisa happened to run across something in the car that might put thoughts in her head...<br><br>While she spoke, she had a hand in her pocket. Once again swiping to activate Breadcrumz. She hoped to get some juicy crumbs from the phones of Madeline or Lisa, maybe both if she were really lucky today, as well as that of the gentlemen who’d just come up. <br><br>Gilda got a mischievous and no-fucks-given vibe from this fellow, like he had some mystery and secrets about him, a tough nut to crack in his own way...which only made Gilda of course all the more curious for a little snarfing. Like she always told herself, it was just some harmless getting-to-know-you lubricant in this modern digital age. <br><br>She greeted him, “Hey, it’s James Dean! Glad to see news of your death was exaggerated. I’m Gilda.” She realized she hadn’t yet introduced herself by name to everyone. <br><br>When Madeline bent over to pick up the fellow's glasses, Gilda took the chance to glance at at the girl's backside. She smiled, and gave Tim a wink, wondering if he was having any similar thoughts as she was. <br><br>Her phone meanwhile, was doing some much more subversive socialization of its own. Breadcrumz was running again, sniffing about like a bear of wolf in the woods, for tasty treats. Gilda herself was looking forward to whatever she might have from Gregg’s or Lisa’s so far; she would have to wait until she had a moment to check her phone discretely. Maybe duck into a bathroom once they were all inside. <br><br>Unbeknowst to Gilda herself, though, her phone was finding itself in a dark forest of hacking and counter-hacking software now...like a tide changing, bits flipped and Gilda’s phone <em>sent</em> packets to Tim’s at the same time it got a certain prepared picnic basket of dubious digital bites from his. <br><br>Some of the goods from Gilda’s phone were mundane - family photos, message exchanges with group project classmates, and the like. Others were racier; Gilda had a naughty habit, it would turn out, of taking compromising photos of herself with other girls she’d experimented around with. Part of her shtick in opening the minds (and legs) of other girls, was plying on the natural look-at-me female vanity which Gilda would admit to having more than her own share of too: in dorm rooms, bedrooms, hot tubs and the like, Gilda liked to affect silly European accents and play the part of ‘artsy photographer’ to warm other girls up to horseplay that involved increasing amounts of bodily contact and decreasing amounts of clothing. Gilda herself had originally gotten the idea from this game from a certain art teacher, in turn. <br><br>As a result, Gilda’s phone had quite a few little ‘photo shoots’ still on it, photos of herself, other girls, or both together, in various poses and positions. It also had quite a few accompanying message exchanged - flirting with these same photography subjects, talking about how perfectly natural it was for two coeds to experiment, and so on. Gilda had also taken some more conventional duck-face mirror selfies in various states of undress, in past attempts with various degrees of success to catch the eye of certain guys. Gilda even a few exchanges with profs on her phone….Gilda was a straight A student, after all, whatever that might entail.&nbsp; <br><br>And now a lot of those not-so-completely-private messages and photos were flitting like radio wave faeries through the air from Gilda’s phone to Tim’s. And some of the cheerleader-laden pot of gold Gilda’s phone had just snarfed off Gregg’s was copying itself on along to Tim's as well. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 02:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Man, there's a lot of people here now.<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>Standing on the porch was suddenly turning into the cool thing to do, apparently.&nbsp; Gregg was only vaguely disappointed when his little wordplay with blondie fell apart, mostly as it simply became a little bit more crowded, as more and more people approached the 'Big Old Stuffy Mansion' &lt;tm&gt;.&nbsp; He did catch blondie's comment about the chopper between her legs later; he just gave a cocky 'knew it' grin... before things started moving on to others.&nbsp; As Madeline lit up like a christmas tree, he just chuckled softly.&nbsp; "Training wheels, then."&nbsp; He offered, but she was already on the move.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched as the meek little girl with the platinum hair all but bolted... or would have, if she didn't crash into another man, sending sunglasses clattering.&nbsp; A part of Gregg found himself a little relieved at the sight of another guy to the party; this would get damn awkward if it was just him and a gaggle of girls.&nbsp; On the other hand, well <em>the better to get some.</em>&nbsp; The guy himself didn't seem like much in the way of competition, really.&nbsp; Sunglasses?&nbsp; And that hat?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; He looked like he had just stepped out of a flea market.&nbsp; No contest there.&nbsp; Still, maybe he could be useful.&nbsp; Keep the shy one distracted, or some such.&nbsp; Now where was ...<br><br>There was a third girl, another blonde (damn.... This was getting good) that appeared, drawing his new playmate away, towards her and her bicycle.&nbsp; He smirked at the idea of her on the bike, but, well, not everyone was cut out for the real thing like he had.&nbsp; Lis?&nbsp; Apparently Gilda was the adventurous one, and she seemed to know everyone, or damn close to it.&nbsp; Gilda?&nbsp; What kind of name was that?&nbsp; But even so... was she... checking out the mouse's ass?&nbsp; Oh, this was just getting better and better, he had to say.&nbsp; <br><br>"Storytime.&nbsp; Right."&nbsp; He offered, finally answering Tim, once the man had his shades and had settled against the railing.&nbsp; "This is like Scooby Doo meets Breakfast Club.&nbsp; Who lives in a place like this?"&nbsp; He spun around briefly, indicating the creepy old house.&nbsp; He did turn back towards Gilda, though. "Gregg, by the way."&nbsp; He felt awkward making introductions.&nbsp; If you were even remotely part of the 'in crowd', you already knew who he was.&nbsp; Right?&nbsp; <br><br>Letting his gaze take in the women, and glancing at Tim again -- something about him put him ill at ease.&nbsp; The almost nonchalant nature of 'I don't care about being here, and I don't care that you care' -- he addressed everyone.&nbsp; "So really... why are we all here, hmm?"<br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 05:59:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Mansion's Porch<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Gilda, Madeline, Greggor, Tim<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>"Oh, thank you," Lisa said, sending Gilda a thankful smile.&nbsp; "I was just thinking that someone might take it... I mean, I know it's not much but, um, well, it's my ride... and you never know when a thief might show up..."<br><br>She eyed Gilda's lovely car and cleared her throat.&nbsp; She usually didn't speak up much in classes; she had her friends, and she mostly stuck with them, staying in the back of lecture halls and avoiding the notice of popular people like Gilda or Greggor.&nbsp; She had always assumed that she was probably stuck up, but she actually seemed really nice.&nbsp; She happily accompanied her classmate to the car.<br><br>When the doors opened she didn't immediately notice anything odd about the clothing in the back.&nbsp; Her half of her dorm room was covered in clothing and costumes, many of them partially finished, so seeing them didn't immediately register as odd.&nbsp; It was only when she carefully tried to adjust the bike to avoid dirtying the seat that she realized that it was underwear, and she could immediately tell that they weren't the same size.&nbsp; Her eyes slid over to Gilda for just a second before blushing and trying to ignore them, turning slightly pink as she did.<br><br>"Thanks," Lisa said quietly.&nbsp; "Really."<br><br>She followed Gilda back up to the porch, turning her attention to the others, a little disappointed as the nice girl she'd just met continued flirting openly with Greggor.&nbsp; While Gilda was apparently nice, he seemed just like the kind of arrogant jerk she'd expected.&nbsp; The other girl whose name she hadn't caught seemed at least as timid as Lisa'd been when she was younger, and she decided to go rescue the girl from the strange guy who'd shown up.&nbsp; She could remember many long, lonely years where her only friend was the wooden doll she still had in her purse.&nbsp; Perhaps the other girl just needed a friend, and it would give her someone to talk to who wasn't part of the popular crowd.<br><br>She slipped over to the other woman and gave her a small smile.&nbsp; "Hey, I'm Lisa.&nbsp; Which, um, right, i already said.&nbsp; I didn't catch your name, though..."<br><br>She made sure to look as friendly and non-threatening as possible, having noticed her discomfort at Gilda's overly familiar approach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 06:12:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><br>Tim had barely gotten settled against the railing before Greg's innuendos and Gilda's grabby nature, had the particularly shy girl frazzled and reeling backwards into making him lose hold of his glasses, and almost lose balance on the rail. The glasses clattered to the ground, but Tim didn't even regard them as he caught himself on the rail and at the same time, caught Madeline's arm to help steady her.<br>"Don't worry about it..." He managed to mutter back to her apology before he realised that she seemed really worked up about it! Like she had just broken his grandmother's urn or something. It almost made him feel bad for her, that the incident that he wouldn't have given another thought seemed do upsetting to her. A quick glance up and he noticed that the other blonde on the porch also was not very upset about the situation, as she gave him that 'Nice ass, huh?' look. To which he just smirked a bit... he didn't have the view she did.<br>When she handed the glasses back he held onto them as he tried to find her eyes and offer her a friendly smile. "Hey, it's ok. It's just a thing right? No big deal." When he took them back he just puffed a couple breaths on each lense, wiped them on his shirt, and tucked them away in a pocket.<br><br>Tim was skirting around behind the law all the time, and he was the best around at getting away with it and not getting caught. Something about it just came naturally to him, to the point where he had no choice but to be proud of it. So when something illegal was going on that he wasn't apart of, he found himself so amused by it that he nearly drew more attention than the act it's self. That's why Tim's phone was not nearly as subtle when the candyhouz program kicked on, and Tim's phone made the losing sound from Price is Right (https://youtu.be/9Jz1TjCphXE).<br><br>When Tim had first talked to his uncle about him getting a smart phone, instead of his old flip phone, his uncle had gone on and on about how insecure they were. Information coming and going all the time. The tiny computers leaked more than the US navy. But if he had to get one he needed to talk to this friend of his. A hacker, the best around. He would be able to protect it from anything that might be out there trying to get him.<br>The program he had made and installed on Tim's new phone, was one he called Candyhouz. He said it was because it was made to trap anyone trying to mess with your information. Then it feeds them a huge pile of junk, and finally eats up their own info while they are distracted. Candyhouz...<br>Tim wondered if the other nerds on his message boards thought that was cool.<br><br>Tim had only ever heard his phone make the noise of counter hacking someone a few times since he had it installed. Once when he was being showed how it worked, once while he was at a tech convention and was trying to get his hands on a pair of those computer glasses, and now as he sat on the railing of an old mansion's porch. <br>"Uh oh, who's being naughty?" He asked out loud to nobody in particular. Though a quick glance around revealed only one person moving their hands in and out of their pocket frequently. <br>Of course it wouldn't take long before the question was answered. A quick opening of his phone and opening the new files showed a curious mix of what looked like several people's content, but one in particular had far more that came in. Leading the gaze of those blue eyes up to Gilda, this time it was him giving the wink "Nice shot..." He commented before his eyes fell back into his phone. He flipped through a bit more files, while Greg commented on the weird mansion they were all brought to. That's when he noticed a reoccurring girl show up on both their phones and he let out a little chuckle and he muttered to himself "heh... six degrees of separation..."<br><br>He clicked off his phone and stuck it in his pocket. None of it was really anything he wanted to use in any way. Maybe Gilda would get his meaning and approach him about it at some point, and he would just deal with that in the moment. But if she didn't, he wasn't going to go after her over it. This sort of information gathering, blackmail stuff, didn't really do anything for him. He liked tangible treasures he could hold, not that that wouldn't include any of the three girl's that were also at the class. But that too he would just work with in the moment.<br>"Well I'm here because I'm such a huge fan of Mother Goose, you know Baabaa Black sheep..." He said while looking to Gregg and Gilda, then turned his gaze to Madeline "...Princess and the Pea..." Then turned his gaze again to Lisa. "...I mean, that's why were all out in the middle of the woods in the night right?" Then back ahead again "Because we all love fairy tales?" He finished his smartass remark with a little smirk. Because in the end, what difference did it make why they were all here. They just were.<br><br>"Oh yeah, I'm Tim."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 19:57:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion by front door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Lisa, Tim<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>Gilda looked up at the old house. “Thought I recognized you from a few games or pep rallies, Gregg...not usually my scene, but the captain’s hard to miss and all. Scooby Doo meets Breakfast Club huh….that’s...too true. Dibs on Molly Ringwald’s character. Or Daphne.” <br><br>In truth, what with her loves of computer dabbling, art, and the fantasy genre, she might’ve been more like whatever the nerdy girl’s character name was...but not a good idea to talking about her hacking habit here.<br><br>When Gilda went with Lisa to lock the bike in her car, and they had just gotten it in nice and tight by pushing and pulling from the doors on either side, and locked the car up again, it was the perfect chance for Gilda to slip out her phone and see what she’d snared in her web so far.<br><br><em>Oh my...jackpot…</em> She had quite a selection of pretty and sometimes sexy shots from Lisa herself - although it took her a moment to recognize some of them, as the girl apparently had put together quite a few elaborate cosplay costumes, transforming herself. <em>Well well well...speaking of the fantasy genre and fantasy characters...the next time I take a nice long back or snuggle into bed, I just might have to take matters into my own hands while perusing some of these ‘fantasy characters’ at my leisure...</em><br><br><em>...maybe eventually I can get her to put on a few of these costumes for me….or take them off…</em><br><br>That wasn’t the only rich vein her digital dwarves had mined out. The next batch of photos, judging from some of the text and captions (and things like Gregg’s name written in lipstick across bare stomachs and busts), were very clearly a flood (so to speak…) of sexy selfies. Other girls (leading to cheerleaders, to judge from the little skirts and pompoms showing up) had been throwing the pics at Gregg, along with, presumably, their 3D selves whenever they had the chance in person. Gilda flicked curious eyes to the footballer fellow,&nbsp; and just before she put on the phone away…<br><br><em>That Bitch Rachel!!! And that’s….ME!!!! I I took these!! They are already on my damn phone!</em><br>&nbsp;<br>Yup, she recognized the in-bed couple selfies...freshly sweaty from romping, with sheets and stuffed animals strategically placed, Gilda herself and That Bitch Rachel. <em>These were for US! Our special photos….. :’-( …….&nbsp; &nbsp;&gt;8-[ </em><br><br>From accompanying text, Gilda quickly realized the game - it looked like That Bitch Rachel had later sent her ‘photoshoot’ with Gilda along to Gregg, as a way to entice the guy to go out with her. Maybe put the lure of a menage a trois on this mind. Gilda really burned though, like a witch in an oven, when she saw some of the text:<br><br>&nbsp;<em>4 realz Gregg she was just a experiencimental phase! Totes over that loser! We can do 3way with some1 better. She wuz a FREAK and not the good kind! Well not JUST the good kind, here r some more pix for my Captain O Captain xoxoxoxo <strong>69 ATTACHED FILES</strong></em><br><br>The only saving grace was that it had been a Halloween shoot, with Gilda wearing a bear mask in the photos (and during everything that had preceded them with That Bitch Rachel, as Gilda remembered with bittersweet arousal).&nbsp; So Gilda’s mortification was mollified only by the thought that Gregg probably hadn’t recognized her from his emperor’s-vault-sized spank bank, at least not yet. Might depend on how much skin of hers he saw in other contexts.<br><br>Hmm...Gilda’s mind whirred again, mulling how she might take some sort of revenge on That Bitch Rachel. Maybe something to make her jealous the way Gilda had felt jealous when she’d found out that cheerleader had left her for the other team (apparently, the football captain of that team). <br><br>The sad trombone sound from Tim’s phone wouldn’t have been that concerning by itself, but when it’s owner taunted the group, said one of them was being naughty….Gilda knew he was onto the cybersleuthing in their midst. Gilda didn’t know if he’d guessed it was her...but hopefully she at least had plausible deniability. <br><br>And when he got out his phone, and said ‘nice shot’ <em>while winking at her...ohhhhhh @#%$%@$</em> Gilda began to wonder if...no, couldn’t be...could it...she knew it was suicide to take her phone out now, and in any case she might not even be able to tell if she had been countersnarfed. Maybe he was just trolling her from under the digital bridge between their phones. <br><br>She would just have to play it cool. Maybe figure out some sort of way to get Tim, as he introduced himself, on his side, incentivize him to keep anything he’d gotten as ‘their little secret’. <br><br>This all made Gilda keen to change the topic of conversation. She rang the doorbell again. She probably couldv'e picked the lock if she wanted to - she had her little toys, and sneaking into other people's houses was her favorite vice - but that would hardly help with extra credit from Prof Lucian, and anyway, it might further tip off Tim that Gilda was both physical and digital sneak. <br><br>Gilda laughed casually to Gregg, “Air’s getting a little nippy! If the prof doesn’t let us in soon, I might just take you up on that motorcycle ride now!”<br><br>Indeed, the air was nippy enough for the front of Gilda’s cardigan to become pointedly, well, nippy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 22:20:55</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fa/c7/65/fac7653ca1a70968d585eaf906868991.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Madeline Hessington/ The Girl with no Hands<br><strong>Location:</strong> Making her way to the mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweater, Jeans, Converse (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/a7/5b/45a75b99860f5cabe8e6f02298472d06.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Currently is wearing thick gloves over her hands and trying to not have a panic attack<br><br><br>As if her current situation couldn't get in worse.<br><br>Not only was she making a fool of herself in front of her fellow peers but even more so Madeline had never felt the utter compulsion to completely vanish from sight until this very moment, as usually when things became too overwhelming for the petite girl she had a reasonable excuse or quick exit to spare her the shame of melting down in front of everyone. More often than not the timid mouse was largely ignored and didn't have to face such biting scrutiny at face, a few spiraling rumors here and there usually tided people over than to attempt to gain the real truth from her directly and in a way Madeline was fine with that, but this was a far different field in which the girl was woefully unprepared for in the slightest. The constant touches and direct eye contact did little to help matters as the young woman whom she nearly knocked from his perch held her steady to what she assumed to make sure she didn't topple over as well, the same wincing flinch felt flexing within her arm in the same manner Gilda no doubt felt from her draped arm around herself previously as Madeline quickly scurried a few safe feet just as quickly as it had occurred. Was everyone so touchy feely now a days or was it simply these people? It was hard to say but it was unnerving to some degree even if it was purely out of an innocent gesture. Straightening herself with a weak sigh Madeline stared down awkwardly at her feet as she could feel the steaming heat of her over vibrant blush continue to pulse across her features, the visible discomfort with so much going on around herself quite clear though she managed to at least glance nervously to the young man as he stated it wasn't anything to worry about.<br><br>Giving a soft bite across her lower lip she'd silently nod in return as Madeline didn't quite trust her voice at the moment, the uncertainty if her bell chime tone would be overlay with threatening cracks of her anxiety much too compelling to give the current audience as she instead sighed quietly. She hoped at the very least they would quickly begin their studies and bring the spot light off of herself soon enough, as barricading herself behind the protective barrier of a book would at least drown out her internal sorrows for a short time. It was during the attempt to soothe her frazzled nerves that the other blonde soon approached herself much to Madeline's own amazement, after her stellar performance just before she was more assuming that the students around her would catch the hint and perhaps distance themselves from the anxious mess that she was. Lisa however seemed a tad more understanding of sorts, if only due to her own awkward muse of already having introduced herself gave some light, as the warm smile following suit seemed more easy going than up front like Gilda had been.<strong>"O-Oh um...I'm sorry...I'm uh...Madeline...its nice to meet all of you..."</strong>she swallowed quietly after speaking in a hushed tone, with the characters gathered round musing of what sort of business they were to expect at the mansion it was quite clear just who was on what step of the social ladder, with Gilda and Gregg ceremonially on the top, Lisa's calming nature coming in a swift second, and then of course Tim once introduced with his mysterious and curt demeanor shortly after; which left Madeline on the bottom naturally. <br><br>Tim's musing of loving fairy tales however did peek Madeline's interest somewhat as even with the sarcastic tone the lithe girl couldn't help but ponder towards such, her own world wrapped within the love of literature speaking volumes more than she could ever really as deep down she truly did admire the stoic heroes and fair maidens of lore, they were everything she wasn't and in a way it gave her something to cherish in a way. <strong>"I mean...they are..well...quite wonderful stories..."</strong>Madeline cooed quietly, feeling herself stiffen somewhat from her musing that seemed to even surprise herself as it slipped from her lips without warning, the visible cringe darkening her features once more before Gilda seemed to take the conversation from wholesome to well...<br><br><strong>"M-Maybe...w-we should just go in?I mean..th-they should be expecting us.."</strong>She squeaked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>24-10-2017, 22:32:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Man, there's a lot of people here now.<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br><em>Because we all love fairy tales?</em> That caused Gregg to laugh. "Yeah... not so much.&nbsp; Little kids chasing after candy and eating poison apples, huffing and puffing and blowing..."&nbsp; His voice trailed off at that point, turning his attention back to Gilda.&nbsp; "That's disappointing.&nbsp; I was hoping that I'd be so much more memorable.&nbsp; We should fix that.&nbsp; I'd be happy to help warm you up.&nbsp; A ride's definitely good for that.&nbsp; Great for that, really."&nbsp; <br><br>He had left massive invitations.&nbsp; And he knew damn well that Gilda had basically accepted them.&nbsp; It just meant making a decision about the crazy behind them.&nbsp; More than anything he simply wanted to ditch story hour, grab the blonde(s) and call it a night.&nbsp; But it didn't seem like anyone else was willing to do so.&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; If it meant moving along with this farce...&nbsp; he glanced over to Madeline, as the mouse asked about just going in. "Know what?&nbsp; That's a great idea.&nbsp; We all knew when to show, and why the hell are we standing around for the doorbell, right?"&nbsp; <br><br>He gave a brief glance to the other two.&nbsp; Lisa seemed fairly neutral; she had been fairly middle of the road, not overly friendly like Gilda, but also not freaking out like Madeline.&nbsp; Tim... well, he automatically didn't want to deal with the other man, simply because he wanted to be top dog.&nbsp; His presence was just putting a crimp his style just being there, and that brought dislike on general principle.&nbsp; And why was his phone blurting Price is Right?&nbsp; Kid was just weird.&nbsp; Stay or go, Gregg wasn't caring about his vote too much.<br><br>So he turned back to the building, gave a shrug, reached out, and tried the door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2017, 09:32:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Breaking and entering<br><br>Gilda and Gregg were definitely more interested in getting their flirt on with each other, than really anything else. Well actually, Gilda's interests were somewhat obscured all of a sudden by the pile of information his phone had ripped off her's during an attempted hack on her part. He wasn't really sure what to think of that yet, but he was definitely going to keep an eye on her.<br>The other two girl's seemed to quickly latch onto each other, as people who felt uncomfortable in new situations, where they didn't know anybody. Both seeming more than ready to engage in their fairytale class, and here he was just waiting for this to be over with so he could get out of this place that reminded him of Ralph Fiennes’s house, from Red Dragon.<br><br>Then, as if to add to his annoyance with the evening, Gregg, fearless leader, decided to take initiative and break into the house, and he did so by reaching out and grabbing the handle just to yank on a locked door.<br><em>Ok, time to have some fun with the posh kids..</em> <br><br>“Je-sus…” Tim exclaimed, not loud, but with enough volume that it would be clear he wasn't just talking to himself. “...I mean, if you're gonna break into a place, just do it! Don't just stand there playing with the doors.”<br>As he spoke he hopped up off the railing and turned to walk down the steps of the porch like he was ready to give up on the whole thing. Down the steps, and onto the walkway below. Then he stopped, and that mood changed.<br>“You know what they say about closed doors, and opening windows…” suddenly Tim bent down and picked up one of the melon sized rocks that lined either side of the walkway. He turned and headed back up the steps, heading to where Gregg was by the door. “C’mon Gregg, I bet you've opened a window before…” <br><br>Tim stopped in front of the other guy, looking him right in the face. That look in those sharp blue eyes very clearly said “This is happening, you are doing this…” as he lifted the rock and brought down into the jock’s open palm, catching it as sports guys always do. But Tim kept hold of the top of the rock. He knew there was no way Gregg would have thrown the rock through one of the tiny windows on the side of the door, reach in, and unlock it for everyone to walk in. But that look in the strange guy's eyes was intense enough to say that if Gregg didn't do something, one of them would.<br><br>Just before the moment of truth was forced to happen, Tim turned his hand to the left and the top of the fake rock clicked open.<br>One thing homeowners loved to do, was hide keys to their homes on their properties. Tim always thought it had something to do with people having some kind of buried treasure fantasy. They got off on the idea that they were hiding the keys to a treasure. Whatever the reason was, the first rule to solving any problem was to try and eliminate the easiest solution. So when he came by the old mansion last night, one of the first things he had looked for was any kind of normal front porch, decorative object that seemed out of place. The rock hide-a-key had actually been a very high quality one. Probably very expensive when it was bought. Which apparently was a time before time locks, because the thing had no security at all! It really did look and feel like a rock. A whole second look had been required to notice the tiny, perfectly circular, slit around it.<br>Tim suddenly cracked a smile as he lifted the top off the rock and plucked the spare key out of the hidden chest. Then dropped the top back on.<br><br>When Tim turned away from Gregg he started chuckling to himself. The entire way to the door. Even as he unlocked it with a sharp click, and pushed the door open. He just kept chuckling, like a smartass. All the way inside.<br><br>Tim hadn't gotten a good look at the inside the night before. But as he peered around the layout of the entry hall, he found himself unpleasantly unsurprised. <br>“...yep totally Red Dragon.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>25-10-2017, 16:01:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Beanie<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> PISSING CONTEST!<br><br>"I usually don't bother breaking ins.&nbsp; I get invited.&nbsp; You know... actually being wanted."&nbsp; Yeah, Beanie definitely was rubbing him the wrong way.&nbsp; He watched as the kid walked away, picking up a large rock, and tried throwing another barb at him.&nbsp; "I'm guessing&nbsp; you're not used to people being waiting on the other side of that window and wanting to invite you in?"<br><br>A moment later that rock was in his hand.&nbsp; It was a dare.&nbsp; A test.&nbsp; The rock-based equivalent of a handshake where they just kept squeezing until someone broke.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed somewhere as they both just... waited, the rock in his hand.&nbsp; There was glaring between the two of them.&nbsp; It moved beyond a dare, to an outright threat.&nbsp; And there was no way he was going to let this... mediocre <em>Beta</em> intimidate him?&nbsp; Fuck that shit.&nbsp; he was the Alpha around here, damnit.&nbsp; His hand tightened on the rock, ready to drag it out of his hand.&nbsp; As far as he was concerned, it was that commitment to the action, calling beanie's bluff, when the kid flicked compartment, showing off the key.&nbsp; Mind games.&nbsp; Worming his way out of his little challenge.&nbsp; Typical.<br><br>It took everything Gregg had not to lash out and wipe the smug look and chuckle from his face.&nbsp; The only reason he didn't was because the twit seemed too sure of himself and the fact that he could get the house open to realize that he just barked up the wrong tree.&nbsp; He stepped back, let the kid open the door... and just kept himself from being coiled like an animal ready to pounce.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>25-10-2017, 18:10:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Mansion's Porch<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Gilda, Madeline, Greggor, Tim<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>Lisa blushed a little as the innuendoes continued to fly between Gilda and Greggor.&nbsp; Maybe she'd been wrong about why there were several girl's underwear in her backseat?&nbsp; Or maybe she'd had a threesome with some guy back there... although she suspected that it would be a tight fit even for just two girls to try to have sex in the backseat of a bug.&nbsp; She blushed picturing it, swallowing quickly as she tried to focus back on the conversion.<br><br>"You like faerie tales?" she asked Madeline encouragingly, grateful for a subject for her mind to to latch onto that didn't involve excessively cramped sex acts.&nbsp; "I do, too, except the part with the girls always needing to be rescued.&nbsp; I mean, would it kill them to have had a little more girl power?&nbsp; Or at least a few less yawn inducing Prince Charmings?&nbsp; I wish more faerie tales the girls rescued themselves, you know?&nbsp; Princesses really needed some feminism."<br><br>She fell silent, watching nervously as Tim retrieved the rock, her eyes widening at what he was saying.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that he was just going to go and smash a <em>window</em>.&nbsp; Those cost money, and it as illegal, plus then there'd be glass <em>everywhere</em>.&nbsp; She could still remember when she was ten and her dad had been gone for work for four days and she'd accidentally dropped her favorite juice glass on the ground and it'd shattered and she'd had to clean it up.&nbsp; She'd cut her fingers really badly, and she'd had to climb on top of the sink looking for bandaids... and then Tim was unlocking the door and heading inside.<br><br>"You're really just going in?" Lisa asked nervously.&nbsp; "But... but what if they aren't home?&nbsp; Or... are we sure this is the right address?&nbsp; Or what if they call the police... or have a gun?&nbsp; Or several of the above?"<br><br>When she realized that yes, they were planning on just <em>walking in</em> she looked over at Madeline and spoke very quietly so that the guys couldn't hear her.&nbsp; "I'm really glad Gilda let me put her bike in the car... I'm starting to think if Tim left first I wouldn't find it again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>25-10-2017, 19:27:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Going inside<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Lisa, Tim<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Slipping between a rock and a hard place<br><br>Gilda had to admit, Gregg and Tim going toe to toe was actually kinda freaking hot in a weird way. She could’ve enjoyed watching that for awhile, and gotten out the popcorn to watch (preferably with Lisa and Madeline in her leg, straddling each of her legs), even though she wasn’t sure it’d make a great impression on Lucian (or maybe, selfishly, it would make her look like more of a teacher’s pet by contrast?) <br><br>In spite - of was that <em>because</em> of - how she felt about it, Gilda interjected herself into their midst.<br><br>“<em>Pardon</em> me, Hannibal Lecter and Red Dragon..” Gilda purred as she physically slipped between Gregg and Tim, her jean-hugged hips making the lightest of contact - somewhere - she didn't glance down to quite see. “Just slipping on through between a rock and a hard place here. As long as you don't get blood on my new cardigan, I don’t mind feeling the rising heat between you two gentlemen, it was getting a bit nippy out here after all. On that note I’ll help myself inside, where it should be nice and toasty….”<br><br>She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder. She told Lisa, "I'm going in! Watch my back, girlfriend..., say, if there's a cannibal or a spooky Scooby monster in here, what do you think about princesses rescuing each other? Hmm, is that feminist too?” She scratched her head. <br><br>Then she turned to look inside, still speaking. “Of course, I consider myself a traditionalist in <em>some</em> ways. Some men are just born leaders, after all. Pretty sure I have a gingham dress and a poodle skirt somewhere, and I dressed as a French maid at our school’s last costume party…<em>voulez-vouz coucher avec moi ce soir</em>...” she sang to the tune of the old ABBA song. <br><br>She admired the furnishings inside. The place was spooky in some ways, a la the guys’ Scooby Doo and Red Dragon references, but it also had a certain luxury and cozy charm. Gilda was eager to duck into a restroom at some point so she could more thoroughly go through her phone and possibly triage what might’ve gone wrong...but if she bolted for the bathroom now that might be too obvious to Tim. Plus, she didn't want to miss any of the increasingly entertaining antics of her schoolmates. <br><br>So, Gilda simply threw herself down in a languorous pose on a chaise lounge, making sure to leave some room on it too. Taking advantage of having no one behind her for the moment, she snuck another little glance at her phone, before pocketing it again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>26-10-2017, 14:43:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Lisa, Tim, Goldi, Madeline<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Hates being late!<br><br><em>"You should really go, Becca. It will do you some good! Get you out, maybe help find new friends!"</em><br><br>Those were the words that were ringing in Rebecca Davis' head as she drove the beat up Honda up the road to the old mansion. For the thousandth time, she was wondering why she had bothered. If not for the promise of a library to truly be envious of, she would have brushed off the invitation like so many others before it. Rebecca wasn't a social person, and it had been decided by one of her professors that she at least make the effort.<br><br>These were, after all, supposed to be the best years of her life.<br><br>Parking outside the run-down manor, Becca had to look over her phone and then back at the house. Yes, this was the right place. At least there were other vehicles around to prove that she wasn't alone..at least that was the hope. Could it be that there was just one owner who had a bunch of other cars? Maybe, but possibly not such a variety. The only similarity she saw were that they were both possibly German made. She honestly had no idea...cars were not her forte.<br><br>Getting out of her car, she finally noticed there were others around...others that seemed to be around her age. Immediately her anxiety shot up a few points, and she swallowed hard, tugging the brown sweater she wore as a jacket a bit tighter around her. It was a reflex meant to hide herself. Unfortunately, with the attire she had chosen (she had come from a tutoring session in a rather warm office) it ended up having the opposite effect. Slender curves seemed to be accentuated, showing off her hourglass frame as she slowly made her way towards the steps where two boys seemed to already be getting along poorly. It immediately reminded Becca of two wolves sniffing each other, sizing the other up.<br><br>Smiling at the visual, she would clear her throats as one of the three girls went inside. <strong>"Umm...excuse me? Is this uhh...the storybook meeting?"</strong> If Becca was honest with herself, a few of the participants didn't look like they were much into fantasy books. Unlike Becca, who claimed nerdom on this particular subject as if it were a badge of honor. Still, looks could be deceiving. Who knew who was into what these days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>26-10-2017, 15:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish<br>Location: Arriving<br>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br>Tagging: Open<br>Extra Information: Hitchhiking failure<br><br><hr><br>Hannah walked along the dark road her breath fogged out in front of her. Thank goodness she had worn mostly sensible shoes! She had the foresight to look up and print of the directions to the manner in advance should she have to walk, but Hannah had been sure she would catch a lift. Well either she had left to late or no one was going down the deserted, oddly unlit road...because no cars has passed her at all!&nbsp; However the young woman was nothing but prepared, her bag that was slung low over her back hitting the top of her ass as she walked carried an assortment of objects. There was absolutely no harm in being prepared for what life threw at you, and Hannah knew that from experience.<br><br>Glancing down at her watch, she caught the dial that would illuminate the digital numbers. Hannah's watch a Baby-G in turquoise was most likely the most extravagant item she owned, a present last Christmas from her hard working brother Graham. The clock told her that it was already well past the time she should have arrived at the evening class. Hannah just shrugged not a lot she could do about it now. However the young woman pulled her bag of one arm, and unzipped the bag as she walked. Pulling out the earlier print out of directions and a torch? She sipped the bag up and returned it to her back. <br><br>Fortunately for Hannah she was rather active and walking the distance from the campus to the middle of no where class didn't faze her one bit, turning on the torch it remained unlit for a few moments, cursing under her breath she shook it, the torch blinked lazily before giving the girl a feeble light. Quickly she shone it on the single page of directions. <em>Turn left at Swan Lane, follow the road for half a mile. At the rounderbout turn right. In 300 yards your destination is on the left</em> simple enough she thought to herself. Hannah had already passed both Swan Lane and the rounderbout. So she could be far of. Stuffing the directions in her pocked she shone the torch up&nbsp; the road, the light picked up the edge of a metal gateway. <em>I hope this is it!</em> she thought.<br><br>Turning of the torch to conserve what little battery she had left, she picked up the pace. Eating up the distance between her and the driveway. Sure enough there was a large house with several different vehicles all parked in front. No one seemed to be around but Hannah could see the door was open so she made a quick dash down the garden, taking the stairs two at a time, she burst into the group congregating around the hallway!<br><br>"Did I make it in time?"&nbsp; She asked looking round smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 01:44:40</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fa/c7/65/fac7653ca1a70968d585eaf906868991.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Madeline Hessington/ The Girl with no Hands<br><strong>Location:</strong> Making her way to the mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sweater, Jeans, Converse (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/a7/5b/45a75b99860f5cabe8e6f02298472d06.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Currently is wearing thick gloves over her hands and trying to not have a panic attack<br><br><br>Madeline had to admit it was much easier to speak to Lisa than anyone else thus far, though maybe that was more so due to the conversation in question pertaining towards something that didn't involve suggestive themes or being guilt ridden for possibly offending, so in reality <em>anything</em> could have fit the bill to make the quiet mouse squeak with something in common with the girl. Flashing a small albeit timid smile the blonde slowly nodded as she felt the residual heat from her features begin to cool to it's former pallid complexion, a rather quizzical expression soon breaking across Madeline's features as Lisa mused of the tired troupe of the damsel always having to be rescued. It was a common ploy in many word of mouth stories of mystical creatures and fair princesses sure but in the day of age where women had much more power over their own domain and freedom to express their justly opinions Madeline found a small splash of the olden times was innocent enough, even if the stories themselves were not.<strong>"I suppose that could be true...though in a way they are timeless and are even still referenced, talked about, cherished around to this day...maybe not as empowered as women today but there is still a reason we remember them.."</strong>she mused thoughtfully as the brief moment of profound opinion was swiftly retreated back with a hitch as Madeline gave a small grimace.<strong>"I mean...that's how I see it really.."</strong><br><br>While Madeline seemed to have calmed from the once fury of her own internal anxieties however the rest of the students seemed much more active in a sort of pseudo contest of sorts, the uncertainty of the door as well as intruding having been an issue but one that it seemed Tim was more keen on taunting the fellow peers with a much more radical and direct approach; the rock in question making the girl's eyes widen a tad as she blinked. While she herself was highly against such an idea given the level of severity the consequences would be for actually <em>breaking</em> into the unknown house, she couldn't very well bring herself to voice such as it was fairly obvious she wasn't alone in the idea. Even Gregg seemed to be apprehensive at best though perhaps that was more so due to his role of 'alpha' being challenged by the admittedly beat to his own drum soul egging him on.Thankfully it didn't come to the quite literal shattering of glass much to Madeline's own gratefulness, after all it would have been quite an extreme length to go not to mention it would show quite poorly upon the students for so physically breaking in, a sigh of relief soon released as the girl glanced away with a sigh. Even with Lisa's easy going nature it was hard to imagine how such a group such as themselves were even brought together as she highly doubted some were purely for the academic prestige; then again that was only part of Madeline's own compromise really.<br><br>That and a few new faces easily followed suit not even a moment after Gilda made her grand entrance into the home, the group rounding out to be quite the sight for any to witness should they pass by as the almost near magnitude of graceful and elegant beauties could rival even the fairy tale princesses themselves; Seriously was this a beauty pageant or were they were to learn?Whatever the case Madeline quietly shrank back into herself as she clutched the heavy bind of her book to her chest for protection, the thick sweater hanging around herself to further make her seem much smaller than she already appeared as she impishly followed along as everyone began to take the instinct to go forward, after all the door was open now...so surely there was no turning back at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 02:51:03</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><br>The situation diffused itself easily enough, and Gilda took the opportunity to push past them both.&nbsp; Gregg felt something brush against him; soft, warm, denim in the way.&nbsp; A hip?&nbsp; An asscheek?&nbsp; The beautiful blonde was enough to distract him from the little brat and look at something more important, which was the woman as she brushed past and headed into the house.&nbsp; The girl had spunk, that was for sure.&nbsp; Take charge, no nonsense... he liked it.&nbsp; He opened his mouth to offer a 'wait for me' or something to that effect when he heard more voices.<br><br>Turning around, Gregg found not one but two newcomers.&nbsp; The first had arrived in her own car, and he watched white stockings, heels... her dress hidden under the sweater.&nbsp; His lips quirked as she approached.&nbsp; "Yeah... this is storytime.&nbsp; We're just on the part where the thief decides to break into the haunted house, and the virgin ends up killed by some scary monster."&nbsp; He raised his voice slightly, taking a jab at Gilda.&nbsp; From the amount of innuendo thrown around, there wouldn't be a single one that could dare think she was virginal.&nbsp; Or him, for that matter.&nbsp; Hell, any of... he stopped himself from following that thought to the mousy Madeline.<br><br>The second newcomer came out of nowhere... had she walked there?&nbsp; He saw no vehicle, and her approach had been hidden by the arrival of the girl in the sweater.&nbsp; This one looked like something out of a rodeo or a bar covered in peanuts.&nbsp; <em>Damn.</em>&nbsp; Both of them... They were like two sides of the coin, and he wanted both sides to be tails.&nbsp; She approached, looking around, asking about her arrival.&nbsp; "Oh, you have perfect timing.&nbsp; Things just got interesting."&nbsp; He threw a gesture around.&nbsp; "Let's see, Gilda's the one who just made herself at home.&nbsp; That's Lisa and Madeline."&nbsp; He paused. "Oh, right.&nbsp; That one's Tim."&nbsp; He flashed both ladies his charming smile. "Gregg.&nbsp; Welcome to the party."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 03:33:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Lisa, Tim, Goldi, Madeline<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Hates being late!<br><hr><br>Well, at least she wasn't late. She had noted everyone, and immediately realized that the guy speaking to her...and the other girl who had arrived...was way out of her league. Still, it didn't stop her from wondering if he was athletic as he looked. The thoughts were fleeting as she quickened her steps, and made her way towards the house. <br><br>Becca knew nothing of the fact that Gilda had just let herself in. For all she knew, the door was open because the owner was expecting them. Still, it felt weird to just...walk into someone's house. She slowed as she approached the porch, her steps slowing as she climbed the stairs. <strong>"Is umm...,is there an instructor here already?"</strong> Bright blue eyes looked to each person in turn as she moved towards the door, ducking her head as she moved. The closeness of others had her trying to brush past, the lingering scent of lavender floating about from her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 05:38:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside, front room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Rebecca, Hannah<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>The others dawdling at the front door gave Gilda a bit of time to peruse her phone again, she what she’d got, and make some guesses about might’ve happened with tricksy Tim’s phone and hers.<br><br>She already was starting to get an idea about how to take some revenge on That Bitch Rachel...make her jealous. <br><br>Gilda had a nice little picnic basket of a folder on her phone with some of her favorite semi-anonymous selfies, all with her face out of frame, or behind party masks, or turned the other way (yes, there were quite a few pics taken from behind in this folder, she remembered). No face - but the rest of her skin was often quite visible, to be sure. And luckily her hair had slightly different lengths or styles in most of them.<br><br>She had the numbers and some social media account handles of those she’d successfully snarfed. For her own sending address, Gilda used a secondary account for the photo-sharing service, unrelated to her own collegiate antics so far.<br><br><em>FROM: a Very Secret Admirer<br>SUBJ: She’s Like So Whatever<br><br>Hey - seen you around school, catch all your games 2. Might just have a crush on you. Might need to get closer to be sure? You have nice taste in clothes and choppers - ur taste in girls needs an upgrade tho! Listen to this... </em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Music Link: leave InstaGrimm application for YouTube?</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGJ8ixlfKUs</div></div><br><br><em>….while you peruse the other attachments below. LMK what u think. Maybe your secret admirer should become not-so-secret 2 u? If ur schedule opens up a little that is...heard ur hands kinda full right now. Such a shame :( Wish we had room 2 get closer...<br><br>ATTACHED: 77 IMAGE FILES, 9 VIDEO FILES</em><br><br>Just before she hit Send, Gilda caught herself. Terrible idea! You shouldn’t send this you idiot! Not just like that.<br><br>…..You should use your lagging app, send it <em>that</em> way, so your phone is seen to be in your pocket when it hits his phone. Yes, much better. <br><br>Gilda fed the message into the app, then send it. In just a few minutes, it would fly through the airwaves, and land in the same photo sharing app That Bitch Rachel had used to send the offending messages and selfies Gregg. <br><br>Gilda pocketed her phone and crossed her arms behind her head, leaning back on her end of the long chaise lounge. Sounded like things were getting even more crowded….<em>oooh a redhead!</em> Gilda took in the new arrival in the tan dress. “Hey girl! Great timing. Any more blondes and I would’ve had to go find the hockey mask and chainsaw! The instructor’s here, I <em>think</em>, I’m sure he’ll be down soon. In the meantime, I’m Gilda.”&nbsp; <br><br>Noticing another girl at the front door, with the busty red top and denim, Gilda waved, “Well howdy Daisy Duke. I'm Gilda your soon to be partner in crime. Quick get on over the border and get in here!”<br><br>Gilda gave the new girls a second up-and-down...oh, yes, nice...then she patted the chaise lounge next to where she sat. <br><br>Gilda’s eyes flicked to an impressive antique grandfather clock. Her little picnic basket for Gregg should be finding its way to - well it sure as hell wasn’t grandma’s house, the contents of Gregg’s phone would give any grandmother a heart attack, Gilda had already learned - to the den of iniquity that was his phone, right about now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 06:14:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Mansion's Porch<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Gilda, Madeline, the rest of the class<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>It was a terrible idea going inside, but at least she was with a whole group of others... even if she was starting to think that they might be delinquents.&nbsp; She followed Gilda and Madeline through the door, deciding she'd found enough friendly faces in the class for now.&nbsp; Maybe she'd get to know the others and find out they would be good friends, but two people in a night was enough for her, thank you very much.<br><br>Lisa was going to sit next to Gilda, but she noticed that the she'd turned her attention to the other newcomers.&nbsp; If she wasn't imagining things, she seemed to be checking out the late arrivals, making Lisa blush slightly.&nbsp; She was even more... friendly than she had thought, hitting on Greggor so obviously and then eyeing up everyone else as well!&nbsp; She couldn't imagine being so forward, and she sadly suspected that Gilda would forget all about her shortly.&nbsp; After all, she wasn't really very interesting, and the popular girl no doubt had her pick for friends or dates.<br><br>Looking around the creepy room, she found herself smiling again.&nbsp; It was a great place to read some fiction, as long as her earlier concerns about murder dungeons didn't actually come true.&nbsp; She saw a narrow couch two person couch sitting off to the side, and after a glance at how nervous Madeline was thought she might appreciate sitting somewhere away from the crowd.<br><br>"Hey, why don't we sit over there?" she asked, pointing to it.&nbsp; "Come on, before someone else takes it."<br><br>The couch sunk more than Lisa would've expected under her fairly slight weight, the thick cushions and worn out support leaving her sitting so low that her knees were well above her belt line, which made her glad that she hadn't worn a skirt after all.&nbsp; She smiled hopefully at Madeline, patting the seat beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>27-10-2017, 22:58:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Breaking and entering<br><br>Tim knew his antics would rub Gregg the wrong way. After all, what's the point in doing something if not to get a reaction? Though once it was clear that the tension wasn't going to hit a fever pitch before Gilda brushed past both of them, successfully diffusing the situation. Tim then followed her and the other girl's inside, while the sound of more arrivals could be heard from behind him.<br><br>The others could be worried about greeting newcomers, he was more interested in scoping out Casa de Addams Family. So while everyone else went to the front sitting room to sit and wait, or hung around the front porch to keep seeing new arrivals. Tim continued down the hall into the next mystery room in the grand old mansion. <br><br>In a moment he was alone, the sound of the others talking was still clear enough from the other room. He found himself in a grand dining room, with a long elegant, dining table. Like all these old rich places, the table was already set with the decorative dinner wear. Not meant to be used, just to look good.<br>Moving to the table he picked up a fork and brought it close to his face for inspection. With a quick sniff, and a rubbing of his thumb on the metal confirmed his suspicion. This silverware really was silver! Just like back in the old days. You really couldn't find this kind of stuff any more.... well he just did.<br>"...does anybody really need this much stuff..." He asked the rhetorical question to himself in the empty room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>28-10-2017, 06:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Goldi, others<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> A new friend?<br><hr><br>There already seemed to be a lot going on, especially with so few people. It was a lot in Becca's mind, but in actuality there were what...less than ten? Including the blonde that was making herself at home and introducing herself. Wel, she might as well be nice and reciprocate. Her hand extended out, letting that sweater open up to show off the tan dress (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/53/54/765354607bdc2bc70584d7ead1a3d282--holliday-grainger-lucrezia-borgia.jpg) that flowed about her curvy frame.<br><br><strong>"Gilda...nice to umm...meet you. I'm Rebecca. Becca for short."</strong> a light smile came to those full, crimson lips as blue pools wandered about the room. <strong>"When do you think the professor will be here? We umm...aren't trespassing, are we?"</strong> it was pretty obvious that the girl was not one that broke the law often...or at all. One could practically smell the inexperience wafting from her like a catchy perfume. One that seemed to scream <em>corrupt me, please!</em><br><br>Her gaze noted Tim...the other half wandering away from the rest of the group, and into another room. She called out then speaking up a bit. <strong>"I...I don't think it's wise to wander around. It's rather impolite!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>28-10-2017, 13:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Basically everyone, but more towards Gilda, Becca, Lisa.&nbsp; Oh, and fuck Tim.<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Marking his targets<br><br>Gilda was the first to push through the door, but a moment later Tim was past them both, heading further into the house.&nbsp; Gregg could feel his hackles rising as he consider the other man, competition around this group, trying to put himself in charge, take the lead.&nbsp; However, as he watched the front living room begin to fill up with a veritable smorgasbord of tasty treats, his eyes flickered back to Tim, who seemed ignoring them all in favor of finding 'stuff'....<br><br><em>The lone wolf dies, the pack survives.</em>&nbsp; Fuck Tim.&nbsp; He'd wander off alone and be the one to draw fire, while Gregg could stay back in the comfort (if a little bit dingy decorating) of this big old place, and enjoy the comfort of all the girls that were uncomfortable in the creepy horror movie set.&nbsp; With that thought in mind, his lips quirking into a 'gotcha' like smile at his own thoughts, he turned into the doorway and headed inside.&nbsp; Nearly everyone was there, and he was certain he'd see any newcomers, like the straggler in the red shirt.&nbsp; Yes, being 'stuck' in a room full of beautiful women was definitely not the worst option here.&nbsp; Some of them were actually even in his league.<br><br>As if reading his thoughts, his phone gave a beep.&nbsp; Fuck, who was texting him now?&nbsp; He paused for a moment, drawing the device out and.... he read the post curiously, and then opened up the attachment.&nbsp; He skipped the music; there just wasn't time and place for that right now.&nbsp; But the images... his eyes widened slightly as he took those in, a wolfish grin sliding over his lips.&nbsp; He <em>probably</em> wasn't standing anywhere too obvious for the hardon that the images invoked, and he doubted anyone was paying much attention to him checking social media.&nbsp; Of course, Gilda probably was, and was enjoying the fruits of her labor.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Damn.&nbsp; Someone's in heat.&nbsp; Too bad she refuses to admit who she is, but I'm sure we can get around that.... </em>&nbsp; He was tempted to just walk out on the houseful of storynerds to pursue a far more interesting night's entertainment when he heard Gilda calling out and offering introductions to sweater dress and red flannel.&nbsp; Blondie had good tastes, and he would happily spend some quality time with all three women.&nbsp; He cut short perusal through the most recent entries into his spank bank, and replied very simply, with a gift that he kept saved on his phone; a hi-res animation of a wolf howling.&nbsp; If it was left playing long enough, 'I want to fuck you like an animal' would track in the background after a few loops.&nbsp; A few of his teammates suggested it was too forward.&nbsp; Gregg said that's exactly what he wanted.&nbsp; He fired that off, and pocketed his phone again, walking over to Gilda and her couch in anticipation of her new arrivals.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mind if I join you ladies?&nbsp; I want to have a much more interesting alibi for when beanie over there gets caught redhanded."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2017, 18:14:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish/Gretel<br>Location: Arriving<br>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br>Tagging: Greg,Gilda<br>Extra Information: <br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;When Greg said Hannah had perfect timing she responded with "Sweet" as he made the intros Hannah made eye contact with each individual, some she recognized from around the campus, others like Gilda were new to her but each girl and guy were eye candy to the girl in the doorway, her eyes lingered on Gilda as she spoke to her. Smiling at the golden girls comment, she stepped over the doorstep, trapsing over to the couch she said "scootch over then, my feet are killing me!" Before she had the chance to sit down though the rumbly and rather sexy voice of Greg piped up <strong>Mind if I join you ladies?</strong>. Ohhhhhh that voice, it made Hannah shiver in delight. <br><br>Practicality won out unfortunately as the couch was no where near big enough to sit three.. however Hannah chuckled a idea piping into her mind much like popping a chocolate into your mouth. "Sure sugar, you sit there....I'll just make myself cozy on top " she said winking to Gilda. If her intical read of the girl was correct. Goldie as she had mentally nicknamed the girl would be totally up for some banter, and perhaps the added icing on the cake of maybe more after the class later on! Suddenly remembering her own pack up of goodies she pulled the back from her back, to a get to the treats inside and b take it of her back in case Greg was up for the mentioned "sit down". Unzipping the bag she pulled forth a large brown paper bag. "Can I tempt anyone?" She asked shaking her bag of goodies. <br><br>In the background she could hear some of the others talking about the currently absent proffessor, but Hannah wasn't to worried about when or even if class started, she was here right. In her eyes the extra credit was in the bag!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>28-10-2017, 18:38:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside, front room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Rebecca, Hannah<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>Gilda reassured Becca, “Nah, we were here on time, and the door was unlocked, Prof Lucian wanted us to keep warm I guess.” Gilda crossed her arms over her body a moment to rub her own sides, as if she did indeed need some warmth after being outside. “I’m sure he’ll be down soon. We might as well all get comfortable in the meantime, yeah? Physically, and in getting to know each other, I mean.” <br><br>It did not escape Gilda’s notice that Gregg checked his phone just when based on the grandmother clock, she hoped he would. She tried to use her peripheral vision to study the reaction of his face, so that she wasn’t too obvious...when he addressed her and the other girl, it gave Gilda the perfect excuse to look at and study him more directly (which was an enjoyable thing to do in any case.) “Please do join us,” Gilda smiled sweetly. <br><br>She was intrigued both by what Hannah said, and her bag of goodies...and Gilda noticed sizing Gregg up too. Gilda, far from feeling competitive about this, began to think of a menage…-rie of more elaborate possibilities. Plus, anything that might give her firepower against That Bitch Rachel… In fact when Hannah mentioned ‘on top’, Gilda nearly reached out to pull Hannah into her lap, before realizing she probably meant Gregg’s. Well that was just fine with Gilda, the girl might need somewhere to stretch her legs out too. <br><br>In fact she decided to encourage Gregg, saying "They say it's good manners to pull a seat out for a lady. That surely goes double if you are the seat!"<br><br>“Oh yum,” Gilda’s eyes followed the shake of the bag of goodies. Actually, her eyes were following the pleasant jiggle in Hannah’s cleavagey top when the girl shook the bag - but fortunately that involved looking in the same direction and gave Gilda a subtle way to check the other girl out as such. Of course, one might still notice the distance Gilda's blue eyes focused at.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I’ll take one-” she started to reach out, then pulled her hand back. “I know. Let’s play catch instead. I'll catch you pitch, and maybe we switch after. Gregg's the football captain so maybe he'll have some pointers for our forms - I mean, 'pointers on our form'.” She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, like the catcher in one of those silly-olympics goldfish cracker tossing games. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2017, 19:08:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Breaking and entering<br><br>He had put the fork down and moved on to a bookshelf. All the books looked old, worn, loved. A real collection, not actually <em>worth</em> anything. But sometimes value couldn't be measured by money. He also noticed some odd trinkets on thenold shelves. A vase that looked very nice. Some sort of decorative crystal, the kind that made colors appear when the sun hits it. Definitely looked more expensive than it was. Then he picked up a small globe made of glass. Turning it over in his hands he inspected it as he heard one of the newer arrivals call out to him. Warning of the dangers of sneaking around. <br>"We're already inside, may as well poke around a bit. I mean, why have somany interesting things if you didn't want people to look at them..."<br><br>It was also mot lost on him when Gregg referred to him as <em>beanie</em> again. Typical mach bullshit, it's what his kind do. Whatever it takes to try and get their dick wet. Whatever, not like it really made a difference to Tim. There were definitely more interesting things in this house than the hormone party going on in the other room.<br>Still though, Tim wasn't going to be <em>that</em> mature about the whole thing. A cheeky smile crossed his face as he put the globe back on the shelf, still perusing the other knick knacks he called out to the other room.<br>"Hey Gregg, these people have a subscription to 'Date Rape magazine'. You're on the cover of this one! Quote: I know my way around a roofie..."<br><br>It was a challenge to keep himself from laughing out loud as he pulled one of the old books off the shelf and opened it to the middle, then continued flipping a few pages. Really he was more concentrated on his hilarious jab "...damn man, you didn't say you were famous... or infamous." Once again fighting off a laugh as he returned the book and then wandered to the other side of the large dining room, when he noticed a large canvas painting of what had to be a very fairytale setting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>28-10-2017, 19:16:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gilda, Becca, Hannah<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Score!<br><br><em>See?&nbsp; Alpha's a good thing to be.</em>&nbsp; In another scenario Gregg might have considered all of this to be too easy, maybe even a little bit cliche.&nbsp; But it was a 'you had to be there' kind of moment, and these women?&nbsp; He intended to be there.&nbsp; Between Gilda and Hannah's urgings he just gave a smirk, and settled himself on the extra spot on the couch.&nbsp; Settling in and getting comfortable meant rubbing hips with the blonde woman who was already sitting there.<br><br>There was something about Gilda that had Gregg eyeing her again.&nbsp; He couldn't place it, but it was something both familiar and... appetizing.&nbsp; It was like catching the scent of a favorite meal from the past, but not quite remembering the menu, just knowing your stomach was rumbling for it.&nbsp; He wasn't <em>that </em>bad, to sleep around and not remember a girl, and she'd have said something.... Oh well.&nbsp; He'd figure it out.&nbsp; Maybe they just crossed paths at a party.&nbsp; Too much booze?<br><br>Settling down, he looked up at Hannah and gestured to come on in.&nbsp; "Cozy on up.&nbsp; We'll do our best to make you comfy while we wait.&nbsp; Well, as comfy as possible, under the circumstances."&nbsp; He let the woman have her fun in settling in (which was his fun too, damn straight).&nbsp; He opened his mouth to make a comment about the brownies when...<br><br>Beanie again.&nbsp; He leaned back, arching to make his point heard. "What was that?&nbsp; I couldn't hear you, being over here, popular and adored.&nbsp; Try not to get a papercut on all your impressive detective work, hmm?"&nbsp; He snickered, not even finding himself (too) angry over the barb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>28-10-2017, 21:17:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Mansion's Porch<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Gilda, Madeline, Hannah, Greggor, Tim, the rest of the class<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>Lisa tried not to be too obvious at the staring, but as Gilda continued flirting so obviously with everything that moved she began to feel herself becoming a little nervously excited.&nbsp; She almost couldn't imagine being so open about such things; Lisa's only sexual experience had been an awkward and uncomfortable time in a cheap hotel room on Prom night, when tradition and wine coolers lead to her sleeping with her long time boyfriend.&nbsp; Since breaking up at graduation she hadn't tried dating again, her hobbies and classwork keeping her busy, although seeing (and staring at) so many women cosplaying in skimpy clothing had made her reconsider her sexuality over the past year.&nbsp; She found herself both missing Gilda's attention and voyeuristically enjoying watching events unfold.<br><br>When Hannah brought out the brownies she was grateful for the distraction and hopped to her feet, crossing the room quickly.&nbsp; Besides, it was chocolate, and who wouldn't be grateful for free chocolate?&nbsp; "Oh, thank you!&nbsp; They look great."<br><br>She was just reaching out to take one when Tim made his comment about date rape drugs.&nbsp; She froze, hand hovering over the brownies, her wide eyes moving from the hallway he'd gone down, to Greggor, to the brownie plate, and then to Hannah over and over again.&nbsp; It was too late to back out now, but what if she'd put something in the brownies?&nbsp; She didn't even know the girl, and once again she was reminded that they were in a strange creepy house in the middle of nowhere, where someone could kidnap coeds and keep them locked in the basement doing all kinds of terrible or perverse things to them...<br><br>After too long of a pause to not be noticed Lisa grabbed a brownie and scurried back to her seat, unable to refuse the offer after thanking her, but unable to actually eat it after the thought of being roofied was put into her head.&nbsp; She sat back down in the sagging seat, cupping the delicious looking (and smelling) treat in her hand while shyly looking to see if Hannah was upset, or how Greggor and Gilda were taking Tim's 'joke' and her reaction to it.&nbsp; Of course, they probably didn't even notice with how all over each other they were... without a costume on she doubted that anyone would find her very interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2017, 23:25:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish/Gretel<br>Location: Arriving<br>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br>Tagging: Greg,Gilda,Lisa -open<br>Extra Information: Brownies!!<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Hannah winked suggestively when Lisa reached into her bag,it was almost to easy for her to scare the other girl without saying a word. Turning her attention to the sofa she momentarily ignored Goldie's open mouth. Plonking herself down in Greg's lap she turned her whole body leads Gilda. Reaching into the bag she pulled forth a brownie, sinfully sweet this delicious treat packed a sinful secret, it was packed with chili. Hannah always found chocolate and chili to be the perfect combination and also perfect for this gathering of sinfully sweet people.<br><br>Reaching forward her red shirt gaped teasingly as she popped the brownie, fingers and all right into Gilda's mouth, she slowly pulled out her fingers getting the good and wet in the process. Hannah raised her eyebrows suggestively to the other girl as she wiggled her ass closer to Greg's groin. Hannah loved to tease and if she could get the Jock practically foaming at the mouth as well as enjoying some of the delicious company of Gilda well Hannah would just dive right in that smorgasbord.....it was at that moment that there was an ominous creaking noise from the top of the steps. Heavy footfalls began to slowly approach, the boom of each step dreaming to echo into every little nook and cranny, into the line of vision of the threesome on the couch came a slippered foot, the next step revealed a pair of brown suit trousers. Slowly step by step the proffessor was revealed.<br><br>He had been secretly observing the group since the moment they arrived, in each student he could see clear characteristics of fairy land tales, Goldilocks,Gretel, the wolf and even the girl with no hands, along with several others for he had heard Tim riffling around in the other room <strong>Good evening, and welcome to storytelling. I am Professor Blake. If you would all like to follow me to the living room, class is about to begin</strong> he walked past the group of students and opened the living room door. The brightly lit room and roaring fire send to mystically draw the arrest of students from there various activities and they found themselves following him without voicing the obvious question of where he had been before now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>31-10-2017, 00:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside, front room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Hannah<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br><br>Gilda’s lips and tongue were ready and willing to wetten the already-oh-so-moist-looking brownie...and give the same treatment to some length of Hannah’s fingers in the process. Her lips were smooth plump, her tongue agile and firm, with just a bit of roughness to it. <br><br>“Ohh, those are sweet and spicy,” Gilda enjoyed the flavors, “All blended with notes of a certain lovely something.” Perhaps those nice notes were the taste of Hannah’s fingers themselves, Gilda reflected. She ingested the sweet, her swanlike neck making visible contractions of swallowing. <br><br>“Ahhh…only fair to return the favor.” She reached into the goodie bag, plucked up a brownie and lifted it towards Hannah, “This one seems bite size....depends on how much you like in your mouth at once. And depending on that, perhaps one of us can show the other a thing or two later…” she gave an innocent one-shoulder shrug and flicked her eyes to Gregg. <br><br>Her fingers were hovering at Hannah’s lips with the brownie, at the moment Gilda became aware of the professor’s arrival. She turned her head. She blushed a bit, not unaware of how she looked at this moment. <br><br>In her distraction, Gilda dropped the brownie into Hannah’s cleavage. “Oops,” Gilda whispered - her voice not sounding sorry in the least. It was a moment in that Freudian space between conscious and unconscious, deliberate and accidental. Gilda reached down and fished it out, her index finger momentarily sliding in a pointed way down into the nice snug valley, then back out. Gilda’s eyes twinkled as she caught Hannah’s gaze, and Gregg’s, during that little motion, and after, whence she properly fed the brownie to Hannah. She whispered, “I insist on giving as good as I got.”<br><br>Gilda gave one last up and down glance to her new friend, wondering how best to convey, preferably sometime soon, that the girl’s Daisy Duke style getup happened to be a particular weakness of hers. Maybe beam the perfect song or video clip over to Hannah's phone at the next opportunity. Something involving a lasso or saddle? Hmm, possibilities…<em>yee-f’in-haw.</em><br><br>For now, Gilda simply rose from the chaise lounge, and turned, her jean-hugged rear bobbing past the eyes of the two she’d been sitting with. Gilda followed the professor into the living room, and took a nice seat on a long couch near the fire. She let her uggs slip off and curled her feet up to get them nice and toasty. “Ahhhhhh. Not too cold anymore, and not too hot. Juuust right.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>31-10-2017, 01:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gilda, Hannah, Professor Worst-Timing-Ever<br><strong>Extra Information: </strong><br><br>He had ringside seats as he watched Gilda and Hannah go to town; the two of them were doing everything except for making out in the middle of the room.&nbsp; Not that he was complaining.&nbsp; There was absolutely no way Hannah didn't know the effect she had on him at this moment, not the way she was sitting, and certainly not after she turned back towards him, adjusting herself upon his crotch.&nbsp; Nope, no way at all.&nbsp; And hopefully not only did she not mind, but she was enjoying.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched as Gilda... well, there was no real reason to describe all of that again, except to say that the entire scene was rolling out like softcore porn.&nbsp; He was nearly tempted to fish out his phone, send another message to that mysterious admirer and say 'no thanks, found better'.&nbsp; Because damn, between the two of them... And then, of course, Gilda had to up the anti when she started talking about bite size.&nbsp; He gave a smirk. "I'll be happy to help you both practice.&nbsp; Wouldn't want anyone choking, now would we?"&nbsp; <br><br>And then... butterfingers.&nbsp; Oh no.&nbsp; She dropped something.&nbsp; What a shame.&nbsp; He was close enough to hear Gilda whispering to Hannah, and his lips quirked.&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; What distracted her that....<br><br>The professor.&nbsp; <em>You have got to be fucking kidding me.</em>&nbsp; The words were held back to his inside voice, but even so a low growl of frustration escaped his lips.&nbsp; "I don't suppose I could convince you ladies to skip the rest of thi.... didn't think so.&nbsp; But I'll happy to offer either of you a ride after... Or whenever we can get a way."&nbsp; Of course, as he said that, Gilda was standing, heading into the next room.&nbsp; He waited on Hannah, what with her on his lap and all that, and once she stood, he decided to stay close to her and her daisy dukes.&nbsp; he had a feeling they'd be able to catch up to Gilda quickly, and perhaps she'd have a spot saved for the two of them.<br><br>They could salvage the night yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>31-10-2017, 01:45:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> all, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Storytime<br><br>Tim had still been looking over the large, hand painted canvas up on the wall.&nbsp; Even he had to admit that it was sorta... magical. It was the loud thumping of someone who sounded like a giant, descending the stairs. The professor, no doubt. Tim would have to hold off on further exploring what the mansion had to offer. There was more, he was sure. Maybe their first break in class would offer him more if a chance to delve deeper.<br><br>As the professor reached the bottom of the steps, Tim was turning the corner to at least be in the same room as the rest. When he got to the threshold, he leaned against the wall listening&nbsp; to the professors instructions. When he finished, like a student ready to get on with class, he stood up off the wall and headed into the living room with his hands in his jacket pockets. As he went by, he didn't even regard the practical three way that seemed to be getting started between Gregg, Gilda, and Hannah, and slipped into the adjoining room.<br><br>Tim went past the regular chairs and couches around the room. Instead he went to one of the rooms large windows where there was a window seat, fit for two, that he hopped up on, keeping his hands in his pockets as he looked around this new room. As neat and easily swipeable ad everything in this creepy old house wad, tge main thing that was on the young man's mind, was getting the hell out of here, and on with his night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>31-10-2017, 04:20:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Living Room<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> The class<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>Lisa gulped when she heard the heavy approaching steps, her mind going into overdrive as she pictured the teacher.&nbsp; In her mind he was some enormous, wicked ogre ready to capture them all for intruding in his lair.&nbsp; She was almost ready to run by the time he appeared, and she sighed in relief when he didn't seem angry at their intrusion.<br><br>She followed Gilda into the living room, looking around curiously as she did.&nbsp; It was very comfy looking, and as she stared for a moment at the fire, entranced by the dance of the flames, until she realized that she was blocking the doorway.&nbsp; She then scurried to another couch, sitting down and making herself comfortable.&nbsp; Once she did she realized that she was still holding the piece of brownie, and after only a little more hesitation she placed it in her mouth.<br><br>It was delicious!&nbsp; And she didn't feel like she was drugged... although she didn't know what any kind of drugging besides cold medicine and a few beers actually entailed.&nbsp; After a moment of thought she swallowed it and looked for Hannah, offering her a shy smile when she did, hoping that she wasn't offended at how long it took her to eat it.&nbsp; Of course, she probably didn't even notice, and if she saw the smile she probably thought Lisa was some kind of idiot.<br><br>She returned her gaze to the flames with a sigh, lost in thought while she waited for the class to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velasterian</strong> on <strong>31-10-2017, 05:42:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www3.wayne.kyschools.us/userfiles/162/DSC_0184(1).JPG)</div><strong>Name</strong> Daniel Coleman<br><strong>Location</strong> The Living Room<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Red t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers<br><strong>Tagging</strong> The class<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr><br>Daniel arrived at the mansion late, later than he had hoped. It wasn’t anything he could’ve helped, since he already had almost a dozen other things to do that day, and this little field trip was not high on his priorities list. Sure, it had been his idea in the first place, thinking that attending this silly after school outing might add a bit of variety to his college applications’ extra curricular activities, but he hadn’t exactly been chomping at the bit to go to it, either. Not when he had his grandmother breathing down his neck to continue his stupid archery lessons or trying to convince his mother to actually come to one of his track meets once in a while. God, he wondered why he wasn’t more screwed up than he really was; how the hell had he managed to make it this far without punching a wall or the closest human being?<br><br>Not that it mattered - once he graduated from high school, he was going far away from this place and never looking back. But first...<br><br>He pulled up to the area outside the manor in his classic POS car, circa nineteen-eight-who-cares, the only gift his asshole of a father ever gave him, and that was because the rotten bastard had died. A quick survey of the cars outside the manor showed that a number of students had already arrived, and the open doors to the manor suggested clearly where they had all gone. Thinking there was nothing amiss with simply strolling into the manor without someone to guide him, he parked his car, stepped out of the vehicle, and wasted little time in hurrying inside the manor, hoping he hadn’t missed anything important.<br><br>He found the rest of the group fairly easily, gathered around in one or two asymmetrical clumps. He recognized a couple of students, though none of them were what he considered his friends. Daniel wasn’t what people would call popular, despite being a decent track athlete foe the school team, and he kind of liked it that way. Blending into the background kept him out of a lot of drama, and it prevented him from growing attached to anyone who might annoy him. Sure, there were several pretty looking girls here he wouldn’t have minded talking to, but honestly, would any one of them even want to talk to a guy like him? He’d have better luck meeting a girl straight out of a stupid kid’s book or something like that.<br><br>He didn’t have much time to really people watch when the one called Professor Blake arrived to get the field trip or whatever it was started. Everyone followed him into the living room, and Daniel followed silently, intending of finding a comfortable place to sit before anyone else could claim it. Though he was curious to see what would happen at this event, he honestly didn’t have many high hopes. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too dull, and with any luck it would be worth the trouble of coming all the way out here...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 11:38:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish/Gretel<br>Location: moving into the living room<br>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br>Tagging: Greg,Gilda, open<br>Extra Information: <br><br><hr><br>Ohh Gilda was a sweet find and no mistake the girl defiantly gave as good as she got and doubled the response, and she could not help but feel Greg's happiness at the situation playing out, if only that professor hadn't interrupted. Puckering her lips Hannah blew out a breath in frustration, and after a decided pause where she gave poor Greg a little extra wiggle she pushed herself up from the seat, making sure to arch her back and press her ass into his gaze.... "I do believe you look a little wolfish!" She said with a grin before following Gilda into the room.<br><br>Once inside she didn't immediately sit with her new friends, instead she grabbed a colourful beanbag and plonked it on the floor in front of Gilda, Hannah plonked herself on the floor laying her head on Goldie's curled up legs. Her&nbsp; brown gaze was righted on the surprisingly handsome proffessor as he made his way to a large armchair that had been turned to have its back to the roaring fire. Hannah watched with interested as the other filled in making some mental notes of any students that caught her attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 12:12:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion, roaring fireplace edition<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gilda, Hannah, Professor Competition<br><strong>Extra Information: </strong>Booooooriiiiing<br><br>That added little bit as Hannah got up was at least some consolation to the bullshit of everyone getting up to leave because some stuffy professor said so.&nbsp; And when Hannah offered her last parting comment, he just grinned. "Wolfish is my specialty."&nbsp; Then he was standing as well, following behind, though not too close.&nbsp; The view was much better from a few feet back, after all.<br><br>He watched as some of the others started to find places to sit; Beanie had wandered off to a window seat.&nbsp; Outcast that he was, he had tucked away with his back to the wall, afraid a real man might jump him or something.&nbsp; Pathetic.&nbsp; &nbsp; All things considered, it was turning into lunch period all over again, with the 'in crowd' gathering around the Queen Bee, which in this case was turning into Hottie McBlondie.&nbsp; The geeks and nerds were mulling silently, not sure where to go, and eventually he was pretty sure they'd all end up together for safety in numbers, like sheep.<br><br>As for the alpha... well, he had already staked out his prizes for the evening.&nbsp; Once he watched Hannah settle in on the floor at Gilda's feet (Now <em>that </em>was a visual he could enjoy playing out), Gregg took advantage of the fact that Gilda had picked a couch with other seats, and settled himself down beside her, hip checking her slightly.&nbsp; When he stretched his long legs out, they just about brushed along Hannah's frame and the beanbag.&nbsp; That would do.<br><br>As for the professor, who seemed to be stealing his spotlight with the girls, he just crossed his arms over his chest, glowered briefly, and waiting for something actually interesting to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 19:13:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots thrown off, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregg, Hannah, Lisa, Tim, anyone with a phone<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Phone snarfing<br><br>Gilda took advantage of being one of the first into the living room to sneak another peak at her phone. She added the signature of whatever device had reverse-snarfed her last time to the block list of her snarfing app (although she was still planning to perhaps tease its owner by sending stuff on other apps), then let out another snarfing spiderweb: the group had grown bigger again, and Gilda was eager for fresh meat and tasty new secrets.<br><br>She was particularly curious if Hannah had anything juicy. Gilda expected her photo album to be quite delectable, if Hannah were even half as prone to selfies as Gilda was, or looked even half as hot on a normal day as she did in her current cowgirl outfit.&nbsp; <em>Hmmmm….Hannah and cowgirl…..now there’s a thought.</em> Plus Gilda was curious about any messages and emails that might help Gilda better reverse engineer the girl’s proclivities and personality.<br><br>From Gilda’s current point of view, with Hannah sitting on a bean bag in front of the couch, Gilda had a grand view over the other girl’s shoulder and down the front of her top….yes, that was quite a lot of well rounded personality Hannah had. Gilda felt Gregg’s hip bump hers, and she tried to catch his gaze and lead it down Hannah’s front, while she silently mouthed “Niiice…” to him. <br><br><em>Getting to know you</em> from some old musical film played in Gilda’s head. She threaded a few fingers through the back of Hannah’s hair to massage her scalp a little. The way that head rested against her legs, practically in her lap, Gidla was also able to give a bit of a reverse foot massage, so to speak - using her own foot to rub the girl’s shoulder. <br><br>Gilda wasn’t sure what the professor would think of this, but in any case Gilda’s affections were subtle and mostly hidden from view under Hannah’s own nice smelling hair. Anyway, the prof had a dashing look about him, quite handsome for his age…<em>surely</em> he’d gotten up to some hijinx with belles enough in his day. <br><br>One hand still giving Hannah a petting scalp massage, Gilda used her other to send, from a pseudononymous secondary account, an autoplaying music file to the phones of Lisa and Tim. She’d just have to hope for the sake of their prank that at least one of them had their phone volume up and no blocker app...the file Gilda sent was Van Halen’s <em>Hot for Teacher</em>.<br><br>Gilda realized she wasn’t sure if the prof knew her name, and in any case, with the other newbies, she piped up, with juuuuust a little touch of teacher’s-pet honeying layered into her voice “Thanks for having us all, professor. I’m Gilda Lockhart.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 21:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Living Room<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> The class<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>Lisa was lost in her own world when she felt her purse vibrate and a song begin playing loudly from it.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as the beginning of 'Hot for Teacher' began to play, sending her scrambling to stop it.&nbsp; Unfortunately in her haste she dropped the purse, spilling its contents across the floor, which only made the song even louder.<br><br>She had no idea why the song was playing.&nbsp; She didn't even like 80s music, and there was no way she would've set it to a ringtone on her phone.&nbsp; She dropped to her hands and knees, scrambling to stop it, her hasty motions only spreading her purse's contents more openly.&nbsp; She finally managed to turn the phone off, not daring to glance up at the teacher or her fellow students when she noticed what she'd done.<br><br>Her purse's normal contents were embarrassing enough, but the old, faded and paint chipped wooden doll was sitting out for everyone to see.&nbsp; What kind of college student carried a doll with them when they were nervous about meeting strangers?&nbsp; A freak, that's who.&nbsp; The kind of freak who wasn't going to make any friends in the class now that they knew.&nbsp; She was sure everyone was going to be laughing at her, especially the popular kids.<br><br>It was all she could do to not sob as a few tears slipped out as she was the center of attention as she scrambled with shaking hands to put everything back into her purse.&nbsp; Her wallet, her keys, her sewing supplies, her phone, and of course her doll.&nbsp; She looked around desperately, hoping she hadn't missed anything, or if she did that it wasn't too embarrassing.<br><br>Not that things could get much more embarrassing than they were already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 22:46:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lisa, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Storytime<br><br>Tim wasn't even paying attention as the others made their way into the classroom/living room. He was miles away from the hormonal, pg grope fest, that this already incredibly boring class was very quickly becoming. He didn't even look at the grouping of students that were forming. Choosing instead to keep an eye out the window and daydream about exactly what he was going to do when he got out of here, and if it was worth coming back here later tonight.<br><br>He wasn't even going to regard the herd of horny preppies until, for the second time since he had been there that day,&nbsp; the custom protection software that had been put on his phone notified him of activity. It wasn't the same kind of loud, obnoxious, gotcha music that had played before. This time there were just a couple silent vibrations in his pocket. Just enough to let him know that the app was active again. <br><br>Tim just rolled his eyes. He knew who the culprit was, but he wasn't going to let it get to him, it wasn't worth it. Just let her play her little phone games. The class was only two hours, after all. But then it became clear that he wasn't the only victim of the wireless attack, as Lisa's phone blared out some old song that hadn't been relevant in over twenty years. Unless one wanted to embarrass their classmates, and embarrass she did.<br>The song took the quiet girl so off guard that her whole purse went crashing to the floor, spilling its contents about wildly. To top it all off, this could just be one of those red faced moments that happened and was quickly forgotten about.&nbsp; Those whole embarrassing scenario left Lisa pretty distraught, to the point of tears! That's what got to Tim. It wasn't enough that those three got all the attention their overprivilaged hearts could desire, they also had to torment those that just wanted to keep to themselves.<br><br>That's why Tim cast a decidedly impatient look towards Gilda as he bent down to grab some small round box, or jar, he didn't&nbsp; check to see what it specifically was, that had rolled towards him and brought it to where Lisa was frantically putting things away. As he got closer he got a pretty good idea why she seemed so frantic, when he saw her putting away some old wooden doll. Probably some family trinket, nothing he cared about. But he could see why she would worry about some of the other students making a scene about it.<br><br>When he approached her he knelt down to her recovering level and held out the jar, or box, or whatever. "Here, I imagine you want this back...." then he even added a sincere "...cute doll. My mom collects pieces like that." He even offered her a smile, hoping any of which would help her recover from the moment. <br>It was all bullshit of course. He wouldn't have even taken notice of the doll any other day, and he had no idea what, if anything, she may collect. But at least he tried.<br><br>When she took her thing back, he stood and headed back to his spot in front if the window. He was looking to the front of the class now. No longer daydreaming, now he was scheming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 23:19:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Goldi, Hannah, Gregg, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Very friendly folks<br><hr><br>Not even someone like Becca could miss the innuendo being tossed around by the trio she found herself attached to. A light flush came to her cheeks as she listened to the two, and even looked to the bag that Hannah had snuck along with her. Curiosity got the best of the redhead as she watched the goodies get drawn out, and the brownies revealed. Immediately those blue eyes lit up, a grin coming to her lips....Becca loved brownies! She giggled as they were tossed about, and was about to say something about it...<br><br>and then the professor showed up. <br><br>She squeaked, as if a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Of course, she was one of the few people not doing anything wrong. All the same, when the order came for them to follow into the living room, Becca went right along, with the rest of the class. She flinched, the sound of her heels seemingly much louder than it really was. Nibbling on lush lower lip, she would wait for the others to get situated, before she finally settled in as well. With only one other person there she knew (Gilda), she would settle down next to her as well, even as she prepared to not really get much attention. Not that she wouldn't welcome it, it was just how things always ended up. She wanted to be close to someone she even relatively knew....even if she would end up getting ignored by someone more personable.<br><br>Becca ended up settled next to Gilda, with Gregg apparently on the other side of her. She couldn't help it....she had to watch him. The guy was HOT. Of course, everyone was absolutely beautiful in their own way, and Becca was quickly becoming self-conscious. She wasn't gorgeous like the others. A home-grown quality...if Gilda was going to be hacking her phone, it wouldn't have a lot of selfies on it. Well, it would have a few, but nothing <em>risque</em>....save for maybe one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>02-11-2017, 07:25:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PkRsj2MzsE/UiTDfmdC5jI/AAAAAAAAAWE/q8vcNl_29cw/s1600/tumblr_msdele3sXT1sdlu9mo5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Felix de los Botas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering up the lane to the house, then inside and proceeding to track people down<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue jeans, black t-shirt, dark grey fedora and a pair of well-maintained Italian leather boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Whomever, open, all<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><hr><br><br>Felix didn't drive. Some days, that was a problem. But the air this far out of all the nooks and crannies of quote/unquote civilization made for a bracing wander through the entanglements from the road up to the door. The sight of the old place in the dimness of night was somewhat unimpressive, but the sights and smells reminded him for some reason of home. Ah, if only the moon had been out!&nbsp; He scowled up towards the sky, his fierce expression melting away as the night breeze washed over him. Who was he fooling? No one could be angry about anything when life was just quite so beautiful as it seemed in that moment. <br><br>On his way towards the door, Felix reached out and plucked a single flower from a nearby bush, twirling it between his fingers. He held it up towards the sky, hoping to gain some silhouette from the gesture and was momentarily again irritable that there was so little light. He could see to navigate, which was supposedly all one needed but the lack of further illumination, be it sun or moon, stole shades of interest from the world around him and forced him to perceive without much in the way of colour. He hated that. <br><br>What he could make out of the flower was enough for now, so was the conclusion he achieved when he decided to move towards the door again, humming as he moved. His gait was not determined, but wound its way from one side of the path to the other, bringing him closer to whatever curiosities caught his attention until he could put off an encounter with the door no longer. For a moment, the young man considered some manner of announcement, the doorbell or a knock. He considered it until he reminded himself that vehicles had been parked around, indicating at least some other people were present. What was a party if one called the host away from his friends? Felix was in a lighthearted mood as he pushed the door open...<br><br>When he found a slight chill on the other side of the portal, found himself in a home that would have made the old nuns' noses twitch, all thoughts of the previous moments in his night were driven out of his mind. Gone was the image of the pretty girl who had given him a ride to the crossroads nearby, along with the sound of her laugh, the sight of her blush and the feeling of warmth from inside the cab of her old, sturdy pickup truck. Gone was the fine meal he'd shared with an old man in the park, listening to stories of a war in times gone by and marveling at the strident swathes of colour from the setting sun. No longer did he have the lingering memory of the day's classes, the smile of the woman who had given him his espresso or the daylight violinist at the park. Instead, the house seemed much the same as the world outside, rising to the challenge of giving him much to be thankful for and little to be happy to find. <br><br>For a moment, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he shivered slightly to bring himself out of the nasty pit that seemed to swallow him from the pit of his stomach. So out of character, these thoughts, and unpleasant! Such a silly place to find startling, too, considering it was a long way from shabby in any particular sense. Instead it felt old. It <em>smelled</em> old. Except...<br><br>The scent that came to him then was unmistakably the sweet scent of something young and beautiful, warm and inviting. He smiled a smug little smile and began to climb the stairs. <br><br>By the time he heard other voices, Felix had managed to peek into half a dozen spaces that crossed his path, very nearly deciding on following the scent of food to an adventure beyond until he remembered that there was someone waiting on him. "Lo siento, my friend." He sighed, patting the wall in a manner generally reserved for the affections of the familiar. "But we will have to wait and explore another day." He'd asked for this, after all. One didn't overhear a conversation about such a unique experience and not pursue an invitation. In fact, he'd almost thought that the professor wasn't going to allow him to join his classmates, and so found himself pursuing an invitation with all the more determination. <br><br>"Buenos noches, everyone!" He said finally as he managed to open yet <em>another</em> door only to find that he had finally tracked down the right one. He stepped inside with a warm smile on his face, looking around to see where he would be making himself comfortable this time around. It was then that he spotted the girl amid the minefield of items strewn about. A look of empathy came over his face then, quickly replaced with his most assuring smile. "Ah, dear. A little trouble, senorita? Please..." It took nothing for the tall man to crouch down, trying to catch her gaze. Felix held the flower out to the woman with the long, blonde hair. <br><br>"Hold this for me, will you?" Asking it was easy when it was accompanied by a gentle voice, his other hand already working to pick up anything that looked out of the ordinary for a woman's purse, first. People would expect, for instance, a hairbrush, perhaps a chapstick, maybe a pen or a wallet. These things would not be quite as valuable as some of the other sensitive material a lady sometimes kept about her person. His larger hands were better able to pick up greater numbers of objects, quickly and gently placing them into the purse. "It craves a more delicate touch than mine anyway." <br><br>Once the items were safely tucked away, Felix smiled and reached for the purse straps, moving to hand them back to the young woman. Once satisfied that her personal belongings were back in her own possession, he gripped the crown of his hat and lifted it from his head, ducking his head into a respectful bow before allowing the hat to resettle, slightly askew. "It will be much better off with you, I think. Senorita." This time, his smile was just as gentle, the hint of a cheeky grin hard to pinpoint beneath the kind initial impression. He did not wait to see her reaction, instead standing to look about himself for a decent place to perch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 00:38:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Living Room<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Tim, Felix,The class<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>When Tim first approached her as she tried to look for dropped items with tear filled eyes, she flinched, afraid that he was going to make fun of her.&nbsp; Instead he started gathering her things, and even complimented her doll.&nbsp; She looked up, surprised, before offering him a thankful smile.&nbsp; "O-oh, yes, um, my mother... she gave it to me.&nbsp; It's, um, it's been in my family for a long time.&nbsp; Thanks."<br><br>When another strange guy started to help she felt her blush, which had started to fade, return full force.&nbsp; "Oh, thanks... you don't have to... thanks.&nbsp; That's really nice of you.&nbsp; I'm Lisa, Lisa Stepurin."<br><br>She smiled at him, thankful that she hadn't had enough time to put on much makeup.&nbsp; While she didn't look as good as she could with enough time and effort, at least she hadn't turned herself into a zombie-looking monster when she'd cried a little.&nbsp; The flower was so kind, and she felt nervous for a different reason than the fact she had made a total fool of herself in front of everyone.&nbsp; She carefully cradled it in one hand, beaming up at him while she picked up her purse and sat down carefully in her seat.&nbsp; "Thank you... both of you... um, thanks.&nbsp; And thanks so much for the flower."<br><br>She had thought that Tim was trouble, but maybe he was nice after all.&nbsp; Between him, Madeline, and Gilda the class actually had a bunch of nice people, and that was without even mentioning the new guy.&nbsp; The last time she'd been given a flower it had been part of a corsage, and she found herself casting looks at the handsome stranger who had given it to her.&nbsp; If someone like Greggor had done that he probably would've expected something, but while he'd definitely been a bit melodramatically flirty, he hadn't even stuck around long enough to tell her his name!<br><br>She sniffed the flower and sent him another shy smile before tucking it behind her ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 03:52:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> Living room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots thrown off, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rebecca, Gregg<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><br>Gilda started to feel kinda bad about her prank, when Lisa's reaction to the music caused her purse to spill everywhere. But then Tim proved quite the gentleman, helping her with it. Some fedora'd new guy, too, who had rushed into their midst quick as a cat. Well well, Gilda didn't feel so bad anymore, maybe she'd inadvertendly made Lisa some new friends. <br><br>When Rebecca sat next to her, Gilda calmly inhaled through her nose, and got a pleasant sensation of scent, whether the girl had some perfume Gilda happened to like, or it was simply her, au naturale. She got a bit of a peek down the neckline of the other woman's dress, as well, and could have sworn the redhead was not wearing a bra. Well. That was nice too. She glanced over to Gregg on her other side, he was considerably taller, so, maybe he'd have a nice view too. <br><br>Gilda became curious and wanted to check her phone to see if she'd snarfed anything enticing off of Rebecca's, but, it wasn't a discrete time to check it. However, when Gilda noticed Rebecca's own phone was in her lap, Gilda got an idea she just couldn't resist. <br><br>"Pardon me," she whispered to Gregg, as she put her phone flat to his nearer shoulderblade for a moment. "Need a nice broad firm surface to bear down on for jut a sec..." <br><br>In truth it was more because that was the only way to look at her phone screen out of anyone's view for the moment - behind Gregg, above Hannah, blocked by Gilda's own body from Rebecca, and blocked by the couch back from anyone else. Naturally, Gilda also took the chance with her camera phone to snap a single discrete high rez perv-shot from over the back of Hannah's shoulder down the front of the girl's top. The way the beautiful girl leaned back against her legs, and in that top...it was just too irresistible. Like a luxurious cottage that screamed 'come in and steal some yummy honey!' <br><br>With the phone against Gregg's shoulderblade, Gilda saw some new snarfing treats, including something from Rebecca that only solidified Gilda's determination for her next prank. Having noticed the phone in Rebecca's lap, Gilda sent a file to it...no music-blasting this time, just a little something that ought to make her phone vibrate - and vibrate as vigorously as possible.<br><br>Hell, it was hardly even a prank. Gilda'd used the program herself a few times, with her phone tucked down the front of her jammies. It felt just right.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 05:36:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish/Gretel<br>Location: the living room<br>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br>Tagging: Gilda, lisa, open<br>Extra Information: <br><br><hr><br>Hannah was by no means 100 percent evil so when the contents of Lisa purse had scattered all over the floor the brunette had made to rise, only to not move more then Andrew centermeters as Tim and a new man dived to her rescue. Hannah ruffled through her ever trusty backpack that she had lain on the floor beside her and extracted a pack of tissues which she offered to Lisa with a small smile. Hannah turned her attention to the new guy! Well he was the icing on an already yummy cake! Hannah could almost hear herself compiling a mental check list of things to like about him. "Meoooow" she numbered just loud enough for Gilda to hear.<br><br>It was at that moment her own rather old outdated clam phone went of, it wasn't nearly as loud as Lisa's but the song "Brown Suger" could be heard by those nearest. Hannah dived for her phone saying "Sorry, it's probably my brother checking in!" Not bothering to check the screen she flipped the phone open, now not many people had Hannah's number so she never usually checked to see who was contacting her on the front scene. Hannah opened the text without a second thought. She glanced bemused at the gobbledygook within.. little did she know that upon opening the snarfing message from Gilda that it would send a very low picsulated video of herself and some chocolate sauce to the girl behind her. Hannah simply deleted the message and turned her phone to silent.<br><br>As she watched the proffessor make his way over to a bound book she was curious as to why a book needed its own security measures. Maybe the proff had been isolated so long that he had gone a bit batshit? The proffessor made his way to the large armchair and sat down book in his lap, looking sternly at the group but also with a kind grandfather look in his eye he said <strong> Phone's onto silent, class is about to begin</strong> Hannah sat up a little but not so much as to move Gilda's hands of her, or her own from what she could reach of Gilda, but just enough to show she may be paying attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 06:02:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Goldi, Hannah, Gregg, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Very friendly folks<br><hr><br>Well, she hadn't been made fun of yet, nor had she been told to move. If anything, it seemed Gilda was almost happy to have her so close! She smiled at that, and set down her bag, her phone coming out to be checked. Knowing her parents would want a check in, Becca was rather quick to fire off a message.<br><br><em>I'm here. Class is starting, no word on how long. Love you!</em><br><br>Clicking off the smartphone, she dropped it in her lap, unaware of what mischief was about to ensue. Bright blue eyes were drawn to the ruckus of the purse-spill, and Becca couldn't help but smile as so many people rose up to help. She totally missed Gilda leaning over Gregg's back to do...whatever. It was purely out of curiosity...that's what she told herself...that she glanced for the briefest moment at the blondes backside. However, just as quickly, she turned away...especially when Gilda sat up straight again. <br><br>Her phone wasn't expected to go off...and when it did, wig a deep vibration right along the insides of her thighs, Becca couldn't help but jump, letting out a tiny squeak. Immediately she fumbled with the phone, clicking on it to turn it off. Still, cheeks had flared a bright red, and Becca was a bit embarrassed at the fact that her phone vibrated so powerfully, right near much more sensitive parts. She swallowed hard, and glanced around, before slipping her hands over her phone in an attempt to control it. The professor had been stern about no phones, and Becca didn't want to anger him.<br><br>Even if the fact it had felt a bit more good than it should have was making itself apparent by a tiny stiffening of pink nubs beneath the front of her dress. Any question on whether Becca had worn a bra or not were now firmly answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 06:36:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PkRsj2MzsE/UiTDfmdC5jI/AAAAAAAAAWE/q8vcNl_29cw/s1600/tumblr_msdele3sXT1sdlu9mo5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Felix de los Botas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Searching out a perch in the living room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue jeans, black t-shirt, dark grey fedora and a pair of well-maintained Italian leather boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Whomever, open, all<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><hr><br>That smile! Ah, how it made him happy to see it replace her tears. For a moment, having seen it out of the corner of his eye, he gave his own private smile in return and placed a hand over his heart. <em>My work here,</em> he thought to himself. <em>Is done.</em> There was nothing that made Felix feel better about himself than to know he had changed the course of a person's emotions. Particularly when they had been heading into such a tense panic. <br><br>Goal complete, Felix began scanning the area again. There was space here and there where he might insinuate himself, but it seemed like such a brutish thing to force his company on someone for such a small reason such as available space. Normally, he liked to be up off the ground but if necessary he could make himself comfortable lounging just about anywhere. In fact, he might have made himself the most comfortable in front of the fire, were it not for the fact that the obvious position for the instructor seemed to be there where the large armchair was taking on a position of power. The heart looked plenty inviting, but perhaps....?<br><br>Scanning the seating obviously intended for the students, the area was aglow in flickering light from the fireplace. Off to one side, a whole group of people was sitting comfortably intertwined, appearing to do a spectacular job of keeping each other company without his help. Everyone seemed to be playing with their cell phones, a concept he had never quite understood. Sure, one could tell a great deal about the outside world with them, but it always seemed to come at the price of details in the world you were already part of. He was somewhat glad when the professor asked that the devices be ignored. It seemed that Felix was finally about to discover the answers to his questions. <br><br>With a quick glance, he realized he was close enough as it was that he could lounge out on the space between the two seating arrangements, propping himself up on one elbow directly in front of Lisa with a smile and the removal of his hat, with his feet reaching nearly toward the area the other couch took up. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced down towards the other group, flashing a winning smile in greeting to any eyes he met. In that brief moment, a moment briefer still was it that saw his own eyes slip over to where the other young man was sitting, the one who had helped him to help Lisa. Or perhaps whom he had helped to help Lisa, the credit was unimportant. How did they end up in a room with such beautiful people even hiding back in the dark edges? <br><br>Almost immediately, however, he found a piece of thread on the floor and picked it up, twirling it between his fingers as he kept the rest of his focus directed towards the professor, eagerly waiting for whatever answers might now come. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 12:11:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big old stuffy mansion, roaring fireplace edition<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.&nbsp; All expensive and designer.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> A bit of everyone<br><strong>Extra Information: </strong><br><br>Finally, things seemed to be getting interesting, although not all of it was for the good.&nbsp; He watched as Becca walked over to his happy little couch harem, only to settle down on the other side of Gilda.&nbsp; He tried not to show too much interest, but he could have sworn the woman was eyeing him... And <em>damn, yet another one that looked good enough to eat</em>.&nbsp; He opened his mouth to say something to her when suddenly someone's phone started to ring.<br><br><em>Hot for teacher?&nbsp; Really?</em>&nbsp; His head turned sharply as he glanced for the source, already seeing Lisa having a full on freak out episode, her purse all over the floor.&nbsp; And worse... Now Beanie wanted to play nice?&nbsp; Kid was probably up to something.&nbsp; Why else would her phone go off like that?&nbsp; She didn't seem like a Van Halen fan.&nbsp; At all.&nbsp; Beanie even seemed almost genuine about it all, and probably would have won the day's award for nice guy if suddenly some new kid didn't suddenly show up.&nbsp; That one annoyed Greggor too.&nbsp; Da fuck was going on now?&nbsp; He showed up suddenly, out of nowhere, bearing flowers, a smooth accent and... straight to the damsel in distress, like out of a story.&nbsp; <em>That's convenient...</em><br><br>The crisis averted thanks to the two of them (and damnit, Gregg could almost feel the interest from 'his' pack of women brought to Mr Accent), Gregg tried to settle back into his chair.... which worked well as Gilda immediately leaned over, forcing him to lean and twist slightly to use his shoulder.&nbsp; "Well, if you're going to casually use my body, to I get to return the favor?"&nbsp; He wasn't going to complain, as he liked the attention, and it gave him a moment to eye Rebecca.&nbsp; past where Gilda had been.&nbsp; Yes, there was some potential there.&nbsp; Today was still salvageable.&nbsp; <br><br>He waited while Gilda played on her phone; that girl really wanted to stay connected, it felt like, but oh well.&nbsp; Maybe that meant she had some fun photos on there... he was quickly thinking about those selfies he got sent earlier.&nbsp; Maybe he could recreate a few of those with the three of them here.... <br><br>Oh, right.&nbsp; Professor was talking.&nbsp; Something about getting started.&nbsp; Finally.&nbsp; The sooner they started, the sooner this was over, right?&nbsp; Just as he was thinking that, Becca gave a little yelp.&nbsp; When he turned to look at her, her face was flush and she looked... flustered.&nbsp; Yes, today might definitely still be salvageable.<br><br><em>Can we get this over with already?&nbsp; Please?</em>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 16:03:40</strong>
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				Proffessor Blake took a moment to look around at the assembled group of students, who knew when or even if he would see them again after want was about to happen. The proffessor sighed inwardly he had no choice the bound stories of the book must be protected, no matter what the cost.<br><br><strong>Is every sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. This is no simple story that I introduce you to tonight, you have all I am sure heard of the classic fairy tail but what if I told you that all the stories knew each other to? Long ago my ancestor, took each of the original stories and bound them within the confines of this tomb you see before you. Each story has valuable lessons to teach and each holds captive in its pages the very characters themselves!</strong> he began dramatically.<br><br><strong>Now what do you think would happen to our world if all the good and evil characters of these stories got loose? Well let's find out shall we?</strong> Proffessor Blake took from his pocket a very fine and old silver key, fitting it to the lock and turning the key. The lock opened without a sound. He ran his hand over the cover and the book appeared to tremble under his touch, Lucian smiled and under his breath whispered to the listening pages "Not long now" he opened the heavy cover. The pages of the book itself were made of the finest paper, the kind that's so thin it looks like tracing paper. And each chapter started with a large highly decorated first letter.<br><br><strong>Once upon a time, in a land much like ours, but for one large difference, here in the land of fairy tail, magic is real. In this realm the inhabitants of the first fairy tails lived, Telling&nbsp; their tales throughout the years and making sure they abidded by the laws of the realm.<br>One particular day however something changed. Characters from stories have gone missing, the book needs help........Your help </strong> as Lucian finished speaking the book began to shiver violently, Lucian stood and lay the book its pages opened in the exact middle and from the delicate pages an odd purple glow began to emanate. At first the glow was small, but it got brighter and brighter until soon, the room was lit with the magical glow. It was so bright that the students couldn't see. <br><br>They couldn't see the room dissolving around them, that the furniture seemed to spin into a&nbsp; dark hole, the room vanished with an audible pop, and the light suddenly went. The group found&nbsp; themselves in complete darkness with the echoing parting words of advice from Lucian who <strong>Look for the maiden who's skin is as white as snow</strong> as time would go they could hear as if from very far away reading there stories. As the group huddled together a new bright and more natural light began to glow a little ways of. Heading towards it, the students would find themselves climbing out of a mirror and into another world.<br><br>(http://vignette1.wiki.nocookie.net/nicktheultimaswordwielder/images/1/1d/Magic_Mirror.png/revision/latest?cb=20120831163201)<br><br>(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTerXBI52six2wCNoySdXZ1njzVFkiqDH8PgicNrkWeaevU9Xam) (Snow White's castle)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 18:55:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Cloth pants and bandages around his fists; no shirt.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Family Home, on his way to Snow Whites Castle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Strange Occurance</div><br><hr><br>Grunts and pants echoed in the basement of the Romanov Mansion, as deep below, a young man stood, fists bandaged as he threw harsh jabs and punches against a cushioned tree trunk that stood within the room. Panting and sweating, the man continued to jab and punch at the target in front of him, teeth gritted as every ounce of fury and anger radiated off him, like waves of fire ready to turn whatever touched him to ash. It wasn't until a few moments later that he finally ceased, giving heavy breaths as his blonde hair, ragged with sweat, covered most of his vision. He had been at this for hours, strengthening his toned body, training to become stronger then before. Littered with scars, the man trained regardless of the pain he felt, no longer wanting to feel helpless and weak.<br><br>Helpless and weak like when he was but a young boy. <br><br><hr><br><em>"This is for your own good Koschei. You must endure to make your family proud." An older man, arounds his forties, with long blonde hair combed back, continued to recite this same phrase in an even tone, even as he inflicted curses and hexes upon his only son, for hours on end, his screams echoing inside the basement of their home.<br><br>Koschei's fists grabbed at nothing, pulling at the chains that bound his wrists as he only continued to scream at the top of his lungs, feeling as if they were bleeding from the inside. This had been happening ever since his tenth birthday, and now at the age of fifteen, it still continued.<br><br>His tired blue eyes looked towards his father, pleading silently once the spells had stopped to let him go, but all he could see was the cold, dead emptiness that his father held for hm, and screamed out once more when he began again. <br><br>Again, and again.</em><br><br><hr><br>Koschei hadn't realized how much he had reacted to such a memory, his eyes, once burning with rage momentarily, now saw that he had thrown a fist against the marble wall next to him, the marble cracking beneath the power of his fist, pieces falling to the ground. He didn't care, his ragged breaths coming out in waves, fury still in his blood. It had been years since he had been through such a horrible fate, yet it felt as if it was only yesterday. The scars along his body still reminded him of what had happened, and knew that he could never escape it. How could he, when he still lived in this wretched place, his Family home?<br><br>Despising his family, killing every one of them for allowing such a tradition to continue, he hated them, loathed them with all his body and soul. He was glad that he had killed them, taking his time to torment them all he had wished like they had to him!<br><br>And yet he was bound to this place, unable to leave. He always could, he knew that, but it was engrained in him forever, the torture, the torment; he couldn't leave no matter how much he wanted to. It was with him like the scars across his body.<br><br>"Damn it all." His hushed voice echoed through the basement, pulling his now bloodied hand away as his eyes glanced over the large mark of his families crest along his forearm, before walking over near by the stairs of the room to pick up his discarded shirt he had worn before he began training. Combing his bloodied hand through his ragged hair, he made low stride up the wooden stairs.<br><br>The basement had stayed as it had been when he was given those horrible 'lessons'; damp, dark, cold. It had marble along the walls that had shed and fell to the ground, concrete floors that would stain easily with blood and other fluids, and an odor of death that couldn't be washed off. It was something that haunted Koschei for his entire life, yet he couldn't turn away from it, it was like a piece of him, unable to break away.<br><br>Just like this house, it seemed.<br><br>Moving up to the door of the basement, he closed the door, only to end up in the Foyer of the large home. It's appearance was much more regal and pristine then the basement was. Marble walls and columns were strung about the mansion, with expensive furniture and paintings along the walls and tables. Ornate vases were set on every table, showing just how wealthy Koschei's family was, with multiple rooms, and a staircase that led to a second floor, and even a balcony that over looked the gardens they had behind their property. <br><br>All of it was his, yet he wanted none of it. He wanted nothing more then to be rid of this place, and the memories that it brought him, yet he couldn't; it was bound to him like a leech to his skin, unable to break away no matter how much he wished it, willed it.<br><br>Taking a red apple from the kitchen, Koschei took a hasty bite out of the fruit, his thoughts wanting to stem away from his parents, to forget, and in that moment, it seemed he would get his wish.<br><br>In that moment, it overcame him, the odd feeling that washed over him the moment he set foot in the house. “A gate’s been opened...” Taking long strides towards the nearest window, he could see it, ripples within the sky, magicks flowing through every corner of the world, for the briefest moments, before vanishing. <br><br>It was time for Koschei to truly see what the world had in store now, didnt he?<br><br>Walking over towards a hand-carved table, he picked up an instrument, a wand, made of pure oak. It looked simple, non-threatening to the untrained eye, but to a wizard, a magicks user, it held so much power.<br><br>He gave a flick of his wrist, effortlessly, and in an instant his clothes were changed, from that of bloodied bandages and pants, to a silk woven suit, black as night. A clock settled along his shoulders, as his face was covered by a mask, shaped to resemble a skull (http://festival-collection.com/wp-content/uploads/c/04/Skull-Mask-(08).jpg); it was his reputation after all, to be “The Deathless”.<br><br>With a harsh flick of his wand, he disappeared within an instant, on his way to the source of the distortion; Snow Whites Castle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 20:19:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> ??<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Whomever arrived with her<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><hr><br>Rebecca’s vibration-induced squirming had given Gilda an even better view down her top, a view she discretely but unabashedly helped herself to. And, oh my, had the vibration caused things to get a bit pert and nippy up top? Nice. She really wasn't wearing a bra, was she...<br><br>She tucked her phone away when told by the professor (she was a teacher’s pet as much as a prankster after all), massaged Hannah’s shoulders and scalp a bit more, and whispered to her, “I’m totes getting your number later so we can be, you know, study buddies....” Gilda had already snarfed it of course but wasn’t admitting that just yet. “...and when we do I’m gonna pour brown sugar on you...” Gilda’s whispered voice affected a singsong transition from the tune of <em>Brown Sugar</em> to <em>Pour Some Sugar On Me</em>.<br><br>The professor’s voice was deep and dreamlike, practically hypnotic...and Gilda finally started paying attention. But then something was..well it felt enchanting, but also disorienting. Topsy turvy. <br><br><em>The book needs OUR help? Look for a maiden whose skin as white as snow? Huh? Well that sounds very yummy if she's cute, but what does this all mean….</em><br><br>Then she was...somewhere. Somewhere else. The air was different. The light was different.<br><br>Her surroundings were decidedly more...period. <br><br>“Okay, logical explanation,” Gilda muttered to herself and anyone close enough to hear, “I got drunk, way drunk, with you guys at some sort of theme party or Renaissance Faire after the lesson...or, maybe the professor himself had the party and maybe he's kinda kinky that way, like we're in his freaky sex dungeon now," Gilda's voice was mostly confused but maaaaaybe just a little excited as she floated that possibility, "....for extra credit...also cuz he's kinda kinky....and then we woke up here now...right….right!?”<br><br>Then she noticed some more things. Things that made Gilda shriek.<br><br>“....MY SMARTPHONE IS GONE!!!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>corvusul86</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 22:45:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Lisa Stepurin<br><strong>Location</strong> The Living Room<br><strong>Wearing</strong> Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Gilda, The class<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr>Lisa settled down for the class.&nbsp; She was actually looking forward to it, although when the professor began to speak she started to get concerned again.&nbsp; It was like he thought fairy tales were actually real.&nbsp; Maybe he was just trying to set the mood, but it was just a class activity.&nbsp; Shouldn't they be spending time analyzing the literature, not getting in the mood?<br><br>Then things began to dissolve, breaking down and <em>changing</em>.&nbsp; When it became dark she started to panic, moving closer to the others, not caring who she was close to as long as she wasn't alone.&nbsp; It was insane.&nbsp; Everything was <em>completely</em> insane.<br><br>They were suddenly somewhere else, somewhere very different from the warm and comfy living room that they had been in.&nbsp; How had they gotten there?&nbsp; What had happened?<br><br>When Gilda started speaking Lisa spoke up timidly.&nbsp; "The- the brownie... it must've had roofies... or LSD... or both... I knew I shouldn't have eaten a stranger's brownies..."<br><br>She gulped when Gilda mentioned the sex dungeon... "I- I'm not ready for a sex dungeon!&nbsp; I've only read a little kinky fanfic, I've done anything like that!&nbsp; I mean... um, I mean..."<br><br>She turned bright red, and looked down, fiddling with her purse.&nbsp; When Gilda mentioned her phone being missing she checked it and was stunned to find it completely empty except for her doll.&nbsp; Everything else was gone!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 04:43:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starting class...or something<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Goldi, Hannah, Gregg, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Tumbling down the rabbit hole....or the mirror vortex in this case.<br><hr><br>Becca was truly relieved when the professor started talking. It meant that things would settle down, they would be able to get into the stories, and a sense of normalcy would return. It was unfortunate for Becca that her whole life she had never considered herself attractive, even though her parents had told her she had "old world beauty". Weren't parents supposed to say that?<br><br>So it was that when people started showing interest in her physical attributes, she didn't know how to respond. It was even worse when those people were of the same sex. Becca had realized that she was attracted to women, but it was a heavily guarded secret, and one she had not fully come to grips with. <br><br>Her attention shifted from Gilda, Hannah, and Gregg, and instead settled upon the professor. Where most had noticed his handsome visage and first, Becca had noticed the book. The fact it had a lock made her grin...so many secrets to be held! It was rare to see a lock on books that weren't diaries, but they had been on books in older times that held secrets, and Becca mind started racing. Was it perhaps a hidden edition? Something some old author had started and been unable to finish before their death? The possibilities were delicious.<br><br>Unfortunately, the professor was making absolutely no sense. Fairy tale characters coming and escaping a book? Surely he was talking figuratively, wasn't he? Fairy tale characters weren't real, they couldn't ACTUALLY escape a book. Books weren't prisons!<br><br>Her brows furrowed as he spoke those final words. The Characters had gone missing, and the book needed their help. A sense of dread filled her...something bad was about to happen. <br><br>Sure enough, the opening of the book sent the whole world shimmering. Becca went to scream, and was right on the verge of jumping up to run when the whole world just went black. Had someone turned out the lights?<br><br>Becca was sure that she hadn't taken anything. She hadn't eaten the brownies, and all she had had for lunch had been a BLT and a side salad. Still, what was going on was making her tremble, and she was scared out of her mind. Was she dead? Was this some sort of elaborate prank?<br><br><em>Look for the maiden whose skin is white as snow</em><br><br>The words were haunting. They had to look for Snow White? Stepping out of the mirror, Becca had to look around, still trembling. <strong>"Where are we..."</strong> She spoke more to herself than anyone else. <br><br>When she heard Gilda's scream of her phone, Becca noticed two things. First, her own phone was missing. Secondly, her bag was lighter than it had been. Makeup, pens, pencils, highlighters, notebooks...they were all gone. Technically, so was he bag, and it it's place was a basket. A basket? An empty basket? She swallowed, and looked to Gilda and Lisa, finally speaking up, though a notable tremor was in her voice.<br><br><strong>"All our things are missing. I...I don't know what happened, but I think it's safe to say, we uhh...we should probably follow the uhh...the professors advice. Does...does anyone remember what Snow White is supposed to look like?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 05:55:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/61619e9d3aaeaff295e0806d913a354f--gothic-art-gothic-beauty_zpsrrzjsknp.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Snow White<br><strong>Location:</strong> Not far from Dwarves cottage<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This simple dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/5506a20c936b2dc4f139fac2402329d3--wench-costume-costume-hire_zps43ook9hg.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This ruby adorned headband made for Snow by the dwarves</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/a4e48cf9503f9916ac40de577abffb94--jeweled-headband-red-headband_zpsgkqt9zv7.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Doc, the magic mirror.<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> N/A<br><br><hr><br>The birds chirped peacefully among the thick treetops, a familiar and comforting sound for the mildly brooding princess seated upon the earth, her head leaning back supported by the thick study trunk of a solid old thriving oak tree... the eyelids of Snow White were closed over her sky blue orbs, it had been little under a year now since she had fled the castle and still the blindness, her naivete continued to haunt her...<br><br>How could she have been so blind? She never trusted that woman and she should have expressed her concerns more strongly to her father, perhaps if she had... maybe he'd still be alive and their castle wouldn't be filled her late stepmother and now her stepbrother's loyalists... even she didn't know just how deeply the dark queen had managed to infiltrate their household ever since she married Snow's father.<br><br>Florian... another tender subject she found particularly hard to live down... such a clever deception... her stepmother had really seen to everything over the years as she plotted and planned...<br>No one ever knew the queen had been married before or that she had a son from that marriage... and the woman continued to hide Florian's existence from them all, she must have known that not even she was truly invincible, for the queen had apparently had a back up plan all set in the event that she failed to kill off the royal family...<br><br>The queen, according the magic mirror Snow had stolen, set a back door into the sleeping curse injecting into the apple Snow had bitten that fateful day... if the queen failed, her son alone would have the ability to wake her with a kiss and secure the kingdom for his bloodline through marriage to Snow White.<br><br>It had almost worked...<br><br>Though admittedly, Snow had always been the curious sort... she sought out her stepmother's mirror after returning to the castle and began peppering it with questions... and eventually, the truth began to slowly unravel, more and more, much to the horror of Snow White...<br>She confronted Florian with the truth... he just grinned at her and admitted everything, but told her not to fret her lovely head... for he had become quiet besotted with her and had no intentions of doing away with her as his mother would have wanted...<br><br>Snow White, horrified and now angry beyond the right words to explain it, lashed out verbally at her revealed 'stepbrother' and outright refused to marry him...<br>Florian it would seem had quite the temper on him as well, but instead of just getting verbal... he attacked Snow White, intent upon forcing himself on her to plant his seed and leave her no choice but to wed him... thankfully for her though, the dwarven warriors living deep in the forest that had shielded her from the queen's rage for so long, they had taught her just enough to enable her to fight back and render Florian unconscious...<br><br>Perhaps she ought to have just killed him... thinking on it now, it would likely have been in the best interest of many if she did... but that at point in time, killing was abhorrent to Snow White and thus, the panicking frightened princess grabbed the mirror off the wall and ran for it... it was quite beneficial to her that no one else in the castle knew what had just transpired and made no move to stop her, she didn't know who anymore was safe to trust...<br><br>Snow opened her eyelids and turned sky blue eyes up towards the treetops with a heavy sigh, early evening sun peeking glittering through the cracks between the leaves... she remember the day she returned to this forest and to the dwarves, she remembered how Rourke or 'Grumpy' as his brothers called him had threatened to tear Florians balls right off from under his cock if he ever showed his face in their forest again. No one attempted to violate their Snow White and get away with it.<br><br>She had insisted they resume training her again, harder and more thoroughly in the ways of speed, stealth and knives... she found she was actually rather exceptional with knives and daggers, she was fast and nimble on her feet and her fluid movements made her a lethal knife wielding rogue type when fighting became a necessity.<br><br>“Father...” Snow murmured softly “I know it's been so long and I know you'd want to stop beating myself up over this, I know you'd tell me it wasn't my fault, you would tell me I was young and inexperienced with the world and I couldn't have known... but I did, in some way... I think I did know, but I was so desperate to see you smile again, you were so sad in the years after mother's death, I just... I just wanted to see you happy. Forgive me... please for give me for my silence, for not saying anything when I had such strong uneasy feelings about that woman... I am so sorry...”<br><br>It was only in moments of solitude like this that she could actually express the deep rooted regrets and feelings she hid from the dwarves... they too would insist none of this was Snow's fault, but... she just wasn't ready to accept that she had no blame to take. It was silly, she knew that, but right now she just needed to wallow in her misery a bit before she would finally be ready to let go and move on.<br><br>“I ought to be getting back, Dockson will be wanting some help preparing supper...” Snow murmured to herself as she gracefully picked herself up off the ground and proceeding along the earthy forest floor back in the direction of the large cottage she shared with her seven guardians and teachers.<br><br><hr><br>The moment Snow White approached the cottage, she found Dockson waiting at the door, a concerned looked upon his gentle wise face, she could see the concern in his ice mountain blue eyes through the glass of his spectacles “Doc, what is it? You look worried, did something happen?”<br><br>“That mirror in your room... it's been pulsing greenish gold light for the past twenty minutes now, I think... I think the creepy face in that mirror wants to talk to you, it refuses to speak to me... so it must be waiting for you” Dockson replied “It rarely ever does this, so it must be important. I was about to come find you if you didn't return home soon...”<br><br>Snow White's expression was grave and worried, she nodded silently and proceeded into the cottage with Dockson... she looked at her treasured friend and second father as they eventually came to her bedroom door “I will do this alone, I know the mirror weirds you out”<br><br>Dockson nodded gratefully “I will get Crick to help me with supper, you deal with this. You'll find us in the kitchen when you're finished”<br><br>Snow White smiled softly and nodded “Alright. I'll try not to let this take too long”<br><br>Opening the door once Dockson had gone, Snow White silently stepped into and shut it behind her, she moved past the end of her bed towards the wall where the mirror hung “Mirror, mirror on the wall... I am here, so please, appear...”<br><br>The mirror's spirit insisting on being summoned via rhyme was thoroughly annoying, but rules were rules...<br><br>Eventually an eerie looking white face with black pits for eyes appeared in the silvery surface of the mirror, Show White put her best brave face “You desired to speak with me, spirit?”<br><br>“Fairest of the fairest, maiden with hair black as ebony, lips that shame the blood red rose, skin fair as new driven snow... a great task falls to thee... travelers seeking a guide of honor and good, the story teller beckons to thee to be of help... only you, they can trust”<br><br>“Show me, connect me with the story teller... let me speak with him, you have done so before... do so again” Snow White commanded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 09:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving Casually at the Class<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lisa, open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Storytime.... and more<br><br>Tim had barely gotten back to his spot at the window seat when all of a sudden another new person slides in like a Spanish guitar should have been ushering him in. Then to top it off, Casanova immediately jumps in to outshine his friendly gesture. Throwing around an accent, and flowers, like some kind of love child between Antonio Banderas and Sweet Lou Dunbar.<br><em>...Jesus Christ, this day just gets better and better... </em> <br>He thought to himself, with another roll of his eyes. If this guy laid it on any thicker, they'd all drown in it...<br><br>Tim had never been so ready for a class to start when the professor started speaking. It was a good distraction from what all together, was proving to be a very unpleasant evening. It also afforded him the ability to zone out for awhile, with one eye looking out the window. He tuned out the odd things the old man was saying, even didn't notice the way his old book seemed to shake like something was trying to get out.<br>It wasn't until the first flash of purple shot out that Tim finally turned his attention to the front of the class, and by the time the light began getting bright, Tim was up on the seat towards the window. Ready to take advantage of the quick escape rout he had provided himself. Unfortunately, no amount of preparedness was able to escape him from the fate of darkness that the class found themselves in.<br><br>When that little point of light appeared he had one thought as to what had happened that immediately occurred to him... But no sense saying it yet. Just walk toward the light.<br>But next thing he knew he was stepping out of a mirror into some kind of strange stone room. Sharp blue eyes scanned the room as he took a moment to make sure he really was there and not about to disappear or wake up or something. But when he was sure his feet were still beneath him, he took a few exploratory steps into the room.<br><br>The exclamations of panic and fear were ringing out almost immediately. Gilda first, Lisa too, and Becca yeah the whole class was here, and they all had lost their stuff. His phone was gone too, he didn't even bother checking. Even without noticing the lack of weight in his pocket, reason said they all had lost their possessions. <br><br>While talks of drugs and sex dungeons were thrown about, Tim continued to scan the room. He walked over to the wall and reached out, feeling the cool stone beneath his fingers when Becca's final question rang through his head, and the obvious answer occurred to him...<br><br>&nbsp;"...probably a white a chick." Yes, even in another dimension Tim managed to be a smartass. "But hey, why not. After all, we're either sharing some kind of crazy, group psychosis. Or we're all dead. So may as well play along, right?"<br>Finally on board with whatever, Tim began scanning for a door out of whatever room they were in...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cataclysmic Archangel</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 10:48:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://giphy.com/gifs/foosball-y1ZBcOGOOtlpC)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greggor Steppenwolfe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Probably not Kansas<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tenis shoes, jeans, black t-shirt, leather jacket. All expensive and designer. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> A bit of everyone<br><strong>Extra Information: </strong> Da Fuk?<br><br>“That’s the kind of thing that needs supervision. I volunteer.”&nbsp; Gregg offered in response to hearing Gilda whispering about covering Hannah in sugar. He rather liked how blondie’s mind worked. He even tilted his head back to look past to where Becca was, trying to recover. “Want to come with?”&nbsp; <br><br>The problem was, he doubted she heard that last bit. No one was paying attention. The professor had already started talking. Gregg probably should have listened but... why?&nbsp; He really disappointed give two shits about any of this, except that it was turning into an amazing opportunity to get laid. And Father would be happy that he was trying to not fail out of class. <br><br>He turned back to professor boring just in time to see him unlocking a book... and then the world started going sideways.&nbsp; &nbsp;When his head cleared, the first thing he noticed was the lack of boring, stuffy mansion. No, they were outdoors. He heard Gilda shriek about her phone, some of the others say the same. And some bull shit about Snow White. <br><br>“Just wander around looking for a bunch of dwarves and some chick singing to birds?”&nbsp; He offered, even as he too was checking for his possessions. Pockets were empty. He looked around next... no professor, but at least the girls were here too. Maybe the day wasn’t a total loss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>04-11-2017, 22:24:09</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">REDACTED, or, twice upon a time, in another tale far far away....</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> nope, definitely not Kansas, maybe Wonderland?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag with no phone in it :,-(<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lisa, Gregg, Rebecca, Hannah, whomever arrived with her<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><hr><br>“Kinky fanfic huh,” Lisa’s accidental confession caught Gilda’s ear, “Cool. Can you send me the links to your fav-…”<br><br>She reflexively reached for her pocket - and remembered she had no phone.<br><br><em>AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!</em><br><br>An internal primal scream always helped. An external one would’ve been even better, but she didn’t want to look like a freak to the others (any more than she already might) or make too much noise in case someone not-so-nice was nearby. <br><br>“No idea but what the prof said,” Gilda told Becca, “But I’ll just work off the assumption that Miss White-as-Snow looks about like the old cartoons, and hopefully not like Miss Wooden Sparkling Zombie Face in that terrible recent action movie version…” <br><br>She gave Becca a comforting squeeze of her hand, then told Gregg, “So if the prof or somebody did do something freaky with our phones or our bodies, you can like, beat them up right? Maybe when we get back to school you can get the rest of the team to like, all dogpile and kick the shit out of WHOEVER TOOK MY GODDAMN PHONE-”<br><br>Gilda bit her lip. Frozen. Eyes wide. Looking around at the rest of the plus size Scooby Doo gang. “Ahem. Sorry everyone. That was not very ladylike of me, now was it…”<br><br>She coughed, and told Gregg in a much sweeter, more feminine voice, “...and kick the ever living shit out of whomever took my phone.” <br><br>If it were possible to make the phrase ‘kick the ever living shit out of’ sound ladylike, Gilda had just accomplished it.<br><br>“Well now. As my only working logical hypothesis is that we all got plastered and robbed and maybe - other things - I would rather <em>not</em> stay wherever I was left. I hope you will join me,” she smiled sweetly, particularly at Gregg, Becca, and Hannah, squeezing the girls’ hands.<br><br>“...I for one am going to go find help, even if it’s something as backward and barbaric and low-tech as a <em>payphone!</em> Yeah, I think it’s time to <em>♫ reach out and touch someone ♫</em>.” Gilda let her new friends’ hands go, cracked her knuckles and balled up her not-very-intimidating fists. <br><br>Then she put her hands on her hips, and tried to look dignified as she stomped off, ass swinging and uggs clomping - the clomp starting to sound oddly like the wood of clogs.<br><br><br><br><br><br>Once outside the castle, in the forest, she heard quite a few chirping birds, one landed on her shoulder. Gilda could have sworn she must be going crazy, because she convinced herself she could hear it singing soprano in understandable words.<br><br><em>”♫ Oh Gilda, there there,<br>It’s no more than you can bear,<br>Look around and you’ll see, <br>You’re about to be,<br>Paaaaaart of this wooooooorld…. ♫”</em><br><br>Gilda swatted the bird off her shoulder. “Fuck off.”<br><br>Then she heard….okay, more singing, deeper voiced. This time it was real...right? She wasn’t going insane? Well maybe she was, but that didn’t mean there couldn’t also be real singing right? Gilda pushed her way through a thicket of ferns, toward the sound...<br><br><em>”♫ Far o’er mountains cold,<br>We dwarves dug deep,<br>In search of gems and cold,<br>Where foul things creep,<br>And earth is old,<br>Our treasures sleep,<br>Dig deep and bold,<br>Our wealth to reap.♫”</em><br><br>A hairy ass crack presented itself to Gilda’s view as she broke through the ferns. <br><br>&nbsp;A short, grubby fellow was bending over like a plumber. He rummaged through some sort of small, primitive little wooden shack. It seemed to be a toolshed of some sort. Or maybe an unusually heavily equipped outhouse? Gilda saw pickaxes, hammers, and other prospecting equipment clanging around, falling out of the toolshed, and being thrown back in by the angry little man.<br><br>If it was an outhouse, Gilda did NOT want to know what all those tools were for. <br><br>“Pardon me sir!” Gilda perked up immediately. Finally! This hillbilly might at least have a phone!<br><br>The man turned around. He was bearded. His face was even redder than his cap. “Whaddaya want!?”<br><br>“Well mister, my name is Gilda-”<br><br>“I’m Grumpy!”<br><br>“Yes sir, I can see that-”<br><br>“What!? I don’t know ye!?”<br><br>“Of course not, I don’t know you either sir, I just meant-”<br><br>“Then how’d’ye know I’m Grumpy!?”<br><br>“Well you just seemed Grumpy”<br><br>“-but ye said you didn’t know me, ye lyin’ whore of a lass!”<br><br>Gilda sighed. “Nevermind. Pardon me, mister, do you have a phone?”<br><br>“A what?!”<br><br>“A phone. Ring ring. Reach out and touch someone? Telemarketers? Drunk dialing? Skinny old guy on a stage in a black turtleneck selling you a little glass rectangle for a thousand dollars? Any of that ring a bell?”<br><br>“The nearest insane asylum is, eh…” the short bearded man could not decide which way to point and seemed very confused. “These nonsense babblin’s o’ yers aren’t some black magic, I hope? Maybe ye should just see Dockson. He’s the brains, he’d know what to do with ye.” Under his breath, the man muttered, “...ye crazy straw-haired witch-whore.”<br><br>He pointed in another direction. Gilda finally noticed a cottage just visible through some trees nearby. <br><br>It looked so inviting...so cozy...so…so….something surged up deep within Gilda. No, not Hannah’s brownies. They were still yummy in her tummy. Gilda was struck with a sudden urge to get into that cottage. <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 18:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Cloth pants and bandages around his fists; no shirt.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Snow Whites Castle<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: All the teenagers<br></div><hr><br>His spell took him to his destination, as Koschei apparated in the castle within an instant, a mere moment, in time. The castle looked...as bleak as ever, since Snow Whites step parent and brother had taken it over, leaving her the only choice but to flee, never to return. It was a dark turn for the poor maiden, but Koschei did nothing of it, being nine of his business. Yet still, the rumors flooded the towns and villages, that one day Snow White would return to conquer the evil, to return to her castle.<br><br>He wouldn’t mind seeing that spectacle, now would he.<br><br>Black clock flowing around him, hood covering his blond hair, mask covering his face to hide away his true face, his blue eyes scanned the area, taking stride by stride, knowing that someone, or something had come into their world. The magical rift, the sparks of magicks that had ripples through the sky, were no illusion.<br><br>It was only a matter of finding out what had come to greet them.<br><br>And it so happened, that some unsuspecting individuals were in the room nearby, their voices echoing through the stone castle. Walking along the stone ground, Koschei took every precaution, his wand out for the ready Incase whoever was there decided to try something, especially to harm him; though to be honest, not many could, or rather, some had tried, and failed tremendously. The door to the room opened, announcing to the small group that someone was coming in, greeting them, but Koschei was doing nothing of the sort. His ears had caught wind of their word, of looking for a maiden as white as Snow; how coincidental that they were looking for Snow White.<br><br>“I can take you,” His voice was loud enough them all to hear, his accent coming through but nothing that he paid any mind to, “to the Maiden as white as Snow.” His magic could take him to places he had seen before, and it so happened that he had seen Snow Whites camping grounds. It was only briefly, yet he still saw it, saw her, the maiden with beauty that could blind the wickedest of souls, or so the rumors told.<br><br>Even Koschei found her to be beautiful, yet darkness mingling with light...it was like oil to water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 20:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br><strong>Location:</strong> nope, definitely not Kansas, maybe Wonderland?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag with no phone in it :,-(<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lisa, Gregg, Rebecca, Hannah, whomever arrived with her<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><hr><br>“Kinky fanfic huh,” Lisa’s accidental confession caught Gilda’s ear, “Cool. Can you send me the links to your fav-…”<br><br>She reflexively reached for her pocket - and remembered she had no phone.<br><br><em>AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!</em><br><br>An internal primal scream always helped. An external one would’ve been even better, but she didn’t want to look like a freak to the others (any more than she already might) or make too much noise in case someone not-so-nice was nearby. <br><br>“No idea but what the prof said,” Gilda told Becca, “But I’ll just work off the assumption that Miss White-as-Snow looks about like the old cartoons, and hopefully not like Miss Wooden Sparkling Zombie Face in that terrible recent action movie version…” <br><br>She gave Becca a comforting squeeze of her hand, then told Gregg, “So if the prof or somebody did do something freaky with our phones or our bodies, you can like, beat them up right? Maybe when we get back to school you can get the rest of the team to like, all dogpile and kick the shit out of WHOEVER TOOK MY GODDAMN PHONE-”<br><br>Gilda bit her lip. Frozen. Eyes wide. Looking around at the rest of the plus size Scooby Doo gang. “Ahem. Sorry everyone. That was not very ladylike of me, now was it…”<br><br>She coughed, and told Gregg in a much sweeter, more feminine voice, “...and kick the ever living shit out of whomever took my phone.” <br><br>If it were possible to make the phrase ‘kick the ever living shit out of’ sound ladylike, Gilda had just accomplished it.<br><br>“Well now. As my only working logical hypothesis is that we all got plastered and robbed and maybe - other things - I would rather <em>not</em> stay wherever I was left. I hope you will join me,” she smiled sweetly, particularly at Gregg, Becca, and Hannah, squeezing the girls’ hands.<br><br>“...I for one am going to go find help, even if it’s something as backward and barbaric and low-tech as a <em>payphone!</em> Yeah, I think it’s time to <em>♫ reach out and touch someone ♫</em>.” Gilda let her new friends’ hands go, cracked her knuckles and balled up her not-very-intimidating fists. <br><br>Then a new guy appeared. <br><br>A guy brandishing a wand like a movie wizard...dressed in black....wearing a skull mask.<br><br>Holy shit, this was bad. <br><br>Gilda screamed at the top of her lungs. She hid behind Gregg, her knuckle-cracking bravado of one moment before all gone now. "YEP!! We definitely got roofied!!! And we just found the guy who runs the sex dungeon!" Or rather, he had found them!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 23:09:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/www.hellokpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Kim-Hyunjoong-by-Newsen.jpg?resize=300%2C427)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Morgan Defray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Who knows?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This Including Hairstyle (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b7/68/d7/b768d7d29fdc56a50a1574f2c13d655a.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Currently Identifying as Male<br><hr><br>Morgan puled up on his motorcycle. He pulled off his riding helmet fixing his hair as he looked to the mansion. It was larger than he had expected. Several other vehicles were already parked. Perhaps he was the last to arrive. Not that it bothered him that much as he put down the kickstand and swings his leg of the bike. Placing the helmet on the back fixing his leather backpack upon his back. <br><br>It had been a few days since he felt so masculine that he felt this drive to make his presence known the moment he walked into the building. Opening the door he smirked and called out, "I'm here. Anyone home?" His voice betrayed his male feel as it was gentle and slightly higher pitched than most men. Not that it ever bothered him, it actually helped when he felt more like a woman. <br><br>When no one responded, Morgan arched an eyebrow and started walking towards the living room. Once he entered a searing purple light surrounded him, his eyes closed tightly as he felt himself lift off the ground. His body felt as if it was being pulled apart. Everything that he had known had changed. When he landed on his feet, he felt taller, and his face was itching. Reaching up to scratch at whatever was bothering him, he felt a beard. A beard? When did he grow a beard. Looking around to where he landed he saw a small mirror, looking at it he was surprised at what he saw. A face he didn't recognize stared back at him. (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3c/42/5e/3c425eb759982ee99f7fed2e8a9e4fde.jpg)<br><br>He turned the usual jingle of chains on his pants gone as he was wearing now a simple black suit and a dark blue turtle neck sweater, pushing open the doors as he followed the sounds of voices. As he approached the door he threw them open with an loud thud as they hit the walls on the other side, "Someone better explain what is going on or we are going to have problems."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 23:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/61619e9d3aaeaff295e0806d913a354f--gothic-art-gothic-beauty_zpsrrzjsknp.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Snow White<br><strong>Location:</strong> Not far from Dwarves cottage<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This simple dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/5506a20c936b2dc4f139fac2402329d3--wench-costume-costume-hire_zps43ook9hg.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">This ruby adorned headband made for Snow by the dwarves</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/a4e48cf9503f9916ac40de577abffb94--jeweled-headband-red-headband_zpsgkqt9zv7.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> the dwarves, the newcomers.<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> Snow is a wee little bit understandably frustrated and mildly annoyed, lol.<br><br><hr><br>“I already know” Snow White sighed as she exited her room to find Rourke and Dockson standing there about to begin frantically knocking “I'll speak to the newcomers first and then explain everything over dinner... thank the heavens we always make enough to feed a damn army...”<br><br>“B-but Snow...” Dockson began, unable to finish when the frustrated princess, not meaning to ignore him, walked around the dwarves to make her way quickly through the cottage until she emerged outside... <br><br>Sky blue eyes narrowed with mild uncertainty as she observed the group standing out in front, currently being eyed warily by the other dwarves, Snow White glanced in the direction of Miles or 'Sleepy' as his brothers liked to teasingly call him “Don't worry, they mean us no harm, my stepbrother did not send them. The story teller did... I'll explain everything shortly, just help me keep the others back for now, we do not wish to overwhelm our guests...”<br><br>Miles nodded and moved to give his brothers the same message that Snow had just given him, the princess proceeded then to approach the group, her eyes looking over the masked one cautiously... <br><br>“First, remove the mask immediately, yes blondie, I do mean you. Second, blonde madam... do cease your squaking, there is 'roofies' or whatever this drug is you seem to imply and there is no 'sex dungeon', calm yourself or I shall do it for you. I mean not to be cruel, but there is much happening and it is best discussed with a calm and clear head.”<br><br>Snow White took a calming deep breath and continued to address the group...<br><br>“Third, my name is Snow White... I am to understand that the lot of you have been sent here to fix problems happening with this realm's history being altered or removed altogether. I've been told that it's up to me to make sure you are up to speed with this world and prepared... at least as prepared as I can help you to be. I and my guardians will teach you each ways to protect yourself while you are here, this world is far more dangerous than you are likely to anticipate.&nbsp; You are all damned lucky you didn't meet my stepbrother at the castle or we probably wouldn't even be having this conversation now.... now, are there any questions?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Velasterian</strong> on <strong>06-11-2017, 01:13:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/26/33/6c26332bc8e8fecd9d702436a1ca3410--robin-hoods-sexy-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Daniel Coleman<br><strong>Location</strong> Where indeed?<br><strong>Wearing</strong> <del>Red t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers</del> Grey tunic and slacks, leather armor, brown boots<br><strong>Tagging</strong> The class; the newcomers<br><strong>Extra Information</strong> <br><hr><br>Daniel tried not to judge the professor’s lecture solely on his initial opening words. To his knowledge, there hasn’t been all that much information or detail to describe the lecture, but Daniel has been sure there had been nothing concerning reading a bunch of fairy tales. Wasn’t there supposed to be something more to this? Surely reading from a book of Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen abridgments wasn't the only thing they were going to do. If it was, then high school extra curricular activities were getting incredibly lazy.<br><br>Still, he chose to give Professor Blake the benefit of the doubt, and he sat back in silence as the professor began to give his speech and read from the book. The man had an admittedly hypnotic voice, and Daniel found it fairly pleasant. At the very least this wouldn’t be dull to sit through, and regardless, as long as he still got his credit for this activity, that was all that mattered. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep, hoping something virtually stimulating would happen to accompany the professor’s smooth vocals.<br><br>Of course, he got more than what he bargained for when the room around him and the others started disintegrating, fading into an inky blackness that just appeared but felt like it had always existed. How he had missed this darkness he couldn’t recall, but perhaps it had something to do with the bright light that had appeared just moments earlier, blinding everyone to where they might as well be in darkness. It was a strange, alien sensation that Daniel couldn’t adequately explain, and for the first time in a long time he wished he had a friend in the group that he could find solace in. No one seemed to know what was going on, and everyone sounded confused and angry or afraid. The words of the professor still seemed to echo in their minds, making mention of some maiden with skin as white as snow, but other than that they were offered no clues or assistance to their current predicament.<br><br>Eventually, however, everyone noticed the mirror somehow “standing” in the darkness, and like moths to the flame the group was drawn to it, stepping through it as of it were a window frame without a pane, and everyone found themselves inside a strange chamber built with the largest stone blocks Daniel had ever seen outside of medieval castles. The group around him seemed confused, and he was as well. Strangely, he found something very...unfamiliar about his fellow students, like they all looked different somehow, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. Perhaps if he had paid attention to them better, he might realize what was gnawing at him. Feeling concerned, he tried reaching out to a girl near him, thinking of asking her if she had any clue what was happening...<br><br>...only to stop when he saw his hand. It was larger than his own, more adult, and far more worn. Hair sprouted in places he had never seen it before, and his fingers flexed with muscles he never knew he had. The calluses he had gained from drawing a bow were still there, only far more pronounced. He looked at his arm and saw the same thing: more muscular and hairy, as if he had become an adult.<br><br>“What the hell is going on...?” he muttered to himself, grabbing his face with his larger hands. To his horror, his face felt far different than before, a lot more chiseled and rugged. Whatever it was, it wasn’t his face. He was so stunned that he could only repeat what he had asked: “What the hell is going on...?”<br><br>Daniel was so preoccupied with his sudden transformation that he didn’t even notice when other people entered the chamber and started addressing the group, nor did he pick up when other students reacted to the newcomers. It was only when he heard a new female voice speak to the group that he finally looked up...and all at once he felt his discomforts melt away.<br><br>The woman standing before the group...she addressed herself as Snow White, and all at once the “maiden as white and snow” reference. She was also incredibly beautiful, far more than he would’ve ever considered. Hyperbole in stories tended to annoy him, so reading a fairy tale claim someone was the most fairest and beautiful woman in the world always sounded ridiculous to him. And yet, as he listened to Snow White speak and try to reassure everyone in the room, he found the fairy tales hadn’t given her enough credit. If this was what the Wicked Queen had been so jealous of, he would’ve believed it.<br><br>Snow White asked if anyone had any questions, but Daniel could only stare at her quietly in awe. She had a commanding presence that none of the others in the room seemed to have, and Daniel knew that if he was to survive whatever was happening around here, he needed to stick with her for the time being...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>07-11-2017, 04:47:30</strong>
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				RE-BOOT<br><br>Proffessor Blake took a moment to look around at the assembled group of students, who knew when or even if he would see them again after want was about to happen. The proffessor sighed inwardly he had no choice the bound stories of the book must be protected, no matter what the cost.<br><br><strong>Is every sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. This is no simple story that I introduce you to tonight, you have all I am sure heard of the classic fairy tail but what if I told you that all the stories knew each other to? Long ago my ancestor, took each of the original stories and bound them within the confines of this tomb you see before you. Each story has valuable lessons to teach and each holds captive in its pages the very characters themselves!</strong> he began dramatically.<br><br><strong>Now what do you think would happen to our world if all the good and evil characters of these stories got loose? Well let's find out shall we?</strong> Proffessor Blake took from his pocket a very fine and old silver key, fitting it to the lock and turning the key. The lock opened without a sound. He ran his hand over the cover and the book appeared to tremble under his touch, Lucian smiled and under his breath whispered to the listening pages "Not long now" he opened the heavy cover. The pages of the book itself were made of the finest paper, the kind that's so thin it looks like tracing paper. And each chapter started with a large highly decorated first letter.<br><br><strong>Once upon a time, in a land much like ours, but for one large difference, here in the land of fairy tail, magic is real. In this realm the inhabitants of the first fairy tails lived, Telling&nbsp; their tales throughout the years and making sure they abidded by the laws of the realm.<br>One particular day however something changed. Characters from stories have gone missing, the book needs help........Your help </strong> as Lucian finished speaking the book began to shiver violently, Lucian stood and lay the book its pages opened in the exact middle and from the delicate pages an odd purple glow began to emanate. At first the glow was small, but it got brighter and brighter until soon, the room was lit with the magical glow. It was so bright that the students couldn't see. <br><br>They couldn't see the room dissolving around them, that the furniture seemed to spin into a&nbsp; dark hole, the room vanished with an audible pop, and the light suddenly went. The group found&nbsp; themselves in complete darkness with the echoing parting words of advice from Lucian who <strong>Look for the maiden who's skin is as white as snow</strong> as time would go they could hear as if from very far away reading there stories. <br><br>As if by magic and perhaps it was, some of the group felt they were being drawn towards one exit while&nbsp; the other group continued to fall,down down down, The first group found themselves clambering out of a large mirror in a large, damp musty bedroom. The room was dark, only a small amount of sunlight was weakly making its way through the thick purple curtains. The furnishings where covered in cloths as if no one had used it for years. The second group found themselves clambering from another mirror, except they would find themselves in a rather grand room, and while it was still disheveled and needed a good clean, the throne was standing proud and sparkling in the center of the room.<br><br>(http://vignette1.wiki.nocookie.net/nicktheultimaswordwielder/images/1/1d/Magic_Mirror.png/revision/latest?cb=20120831163201)<br><br>(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTerXBI52six2wCNoySdXZ1njzVFkiqDH8PgicNrkWeaevU9Xam) (Snow White's castle)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Once upon a time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>15-11-2017, 02:15:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PkRsj2MzsE/UiTDfmdC5jI/AAAAAAAAAWE/q8vcNl_29cw/s1600/tumblr_msdele3sXT1sdlu9mo5_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Felix de los Botas<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emerging from the darkness<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue jeans, black t-shirt, dark grey fedora and a pair of well-maintained Italian leather boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Whomever, open, all<br><strong>Extra Information:</strong> <br><hr><br>Even before it was clear that something was amiss, Felix was paying extra attention to the professor's words. Something felt amiss to the young man, who made sure to watch his surroundings closely. He could hear the sounds of others playing their lighthearted games nearby. He could feel the breathing of the young lady behind him. He could smell the crackle of the fire behind the professor. And as the light became brighter, he suddenly realized that despite all these senses, he, too, had been lulled by the words spoken. Rising almost halfway from his lounging position, Felix tried to get between the couch and the book, shielding the two girls who were seated behind him. Despite his best intentions however, he was unable to gain any sort of stability in his position before the great shifting occurred. <br><br>Everything was unstable. The air around him felt as though the ebb and flow of it was more pronounced than usual. It was easy to feel, due to the absence of literally everything else. <br><br>No! Not everything else. Slowly, the sound of others breathing became obvious in the strange black emptiness in which they found themselves. Sound... sound and light! From his position doing half a pushup on the ground, Felix pretended to complete the motion with an exaggerated grunt. "Two hundred forty-three! Ungh. It seems I must stop!" Trying not to show his sheepish expression, he hopped up off the ground with a spry movement entirely unfaithful to the concept of having actually completed two hundred forty-three pushups. He took stock of those around him in the strange blackness, counting off his companions and trying to remember something about them by which they could be identified. <br><br>Two young men, of slim and athletic build respectively. It seemed their faces spoke quite well of their personalities, the stance of the newcomer - with whom Felix was unfamiliar - being open and sincere to match the expression on his intense but classically handsome features. The other, of course, who had been kind to the lady who had suffered an unfortunate loss of her property, stood in a closed-off manner that made his sharp and scruffy features all the more interesting. <br><br>Along with the two of them, the young woman whose bag he helped to right-end seemed to have traveled with them. What luck, to be surrounded by new friends on this fresh adventure! Only now there seemed to be a new challenge awaiting them. Behind the taller of the two men, a slight blaze of light could be seen. From this distance, it was hard to tell if it was large or small, with nothing nearby against which to judge perspective. All Felix could do was hope that someone would be able to make the decision as to what should be done. <br><br>"Pardon me, lady, gentlemen. But it seems as though we have something.... waiting for us?" With a gesture, he pointed out the opening into the new space. Whatever his other qualities, Felix had always found it difficult to shake off his desire to know the world around him, the people around him. With a smooth motion, he stepped in front of the group, making sure to keep them between him and this new threat. He took a step forward and realized he was sniffing the air. There was no scent, why would he...? <br><br>Slowly, he approached the hole in the blackness, realizing over time that it was growing to a more comfortable size. It might yet be a way out! He thought nothing of it when he reached out to touch the object, looking back at the others with a questioning expression. Everything he saw filled him with determination and as soon as he could muster the bravery to do so...<br><br>... He passed through the opening and into ...<br><br>"An old room?" He asked aloud, marveling at the way his voice bounced back to him from the vaulted ceilings before dying awkwardly on the noise-absorbing furniture. "It smells like a... a ... <em>mature</em> woman, in here." He felt it might be impolite to say old lady, though the shock of the smell came hard to his nose. Why was he so sensitive to the scent all of a sudden? "It appears as though it has not been used for some time." Without thought, Felix offered his hand to help whomever would appear next from the portal, which to this side looked like a frame and no picture. He did not think who might follow him, offering the same help regardless of whom he might meet, each in turn. <br><br>"There were others, yes?" He asked, arching an eyebrow until it very nearly disappeared into his hat. "Where are the others, then? Or have we been the only ones to receive such an unceremonious send off?"
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