storybroken | [ event: Flashback ]

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[ event: Flashback ]

Once upon a time, the people of Storybrooke were once the characters from the fairy tales we all grew up with. Then the curse hit and everyone was trapped without their memories in the town we know quite well already.

We all know that story, of course, but what about before the curse? Well, that's where this post comes in. There are untold stories from before the curse that we would like to investigate and these flashbacks posts are where you tell them. Post with your character (with a location or plot idea if you wish) and tag others, as long as they are in their fairy tale forms (sorry Henry and Emma players). We ask that you warn for spoilers in your subject line if you intend to use knowledge gained from tonight's episode in your scenario. Thank you!

Remember, everyone, play nice and have fun.

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[ While Robin isn't about to call it a miracle James was able to get in contact with him before the ball actually took place, he is willing to admit that it was incredibly lucky. The whole situation was a bit ridiculous, but in the way Robin was used to: some foreign and haughty nobles had stolen the precious belonging of a noble belonging to James's land. The only issue was that the foreign dignitaries would be leaving by the end of the week, the morning after the ball. In order to avoid incident or accidentally incite a war, James sent for the best thief he knew.

So, it's with this job on hand that "Robert", new Earl of Huntington from the northern realm, mills about in the large ballroom while he keeps an eye out for the mark. His clothing is the finest they could throw together, and he's even elected to cut his hair shorter to blend in easier. He's sure James didn't expect Robin himself to show up in such a delicate situation; now seems a better time than ever to stretch the rusty table manners and noble etiquette that Will is always so keen to remind him that he knows at all. Speaking of... Robin stands up on his toes just long enough to catch sight of "Lord Gamwell" before he settles and takes an amused breath. ]

At least His Lowness knows how to throw a party...

[ ooc: GENUINE PARTY POST. If you'd like to use this setting, but not interact with "Robert", go ahead and don't mention him in a tag, assume they're elsewhere, etc. I won't tag you back unless you indicate you want me to. :3 ]

[The breeze, though light, is oddly cool, and there's frost on the branches of the trees. The odd thing is, it's spring, and getting past midday at that; where is all the frost coming from? And why does it seem to be in this area only?]

[ Winter time is finally settling in, and Snow has moved deeper into the Enchanted Forest where she has sought refuge in an abandoned cave. The ground is blanketed in a thick layer of snow now, and fluffy flakes fall down from dark, heavy clouds.

She's made herself a cloak from fur, one that she is now bundled in as she probes the surrounding area for some decent wood to keep the meek fire back in the cave burning. ]

[Not surprisingly, Will had been dragged along in this caper even though he is not a thief, but he is an ex-noble and therefore knows how to blend into this party. He is somewhat miffed that Robin had to use Will's name of Gamwell for this, though he's plotting revenge after this business of theirs is done and the stolen belonging is back to its rightful owner.

Spotting his uncle-cousin, he makes his way carefully across the room to stand next to Robin, fussing with his own clothing to make sure it looks right as he glances around the room.]

I think it's a rule that princes can throw decent parties. You've heard about the sort that Charles throws. [He pauses for a moment.] Though his usually end up with the guards having to throw everyone out because they're all incredibly drunk.

[ Deeper into the Enchanted Forest simply means closer to the Sherwood. Robin has unfortunately been driven off in the wrong direction when a simple attempt at theft went wrong — the branches had been weakened by the weather and created too long a detour, set their mark off the course and things had simply escalated from there.

His cloak's hood is raised high, bow in hand, as he looks for some form of shelter to hide out in for a few hours. Returning to the Sherwood with everyone suddenly on high alert for Robin Hood and his Merry Men is too dangerous right now, for himself and his unsuspecting Men back at the camp.

Something moves ahead of him and he tenses, turns to catch sight of it against the glare of the snow. What or who else was out here in this weather...? ]

[ Robin wears it naturally, if only because he forces himself to be comfortable in the clothing. It helps that he spent the majority of his life in such situations, though many of his later formative years were spent away from it all. It's like being caught in a strange middle-world. ]

I'm not sure if that's for or against your husband-wife's ability to throw parties. Usually you want them to stay the whole night, not get kicked out early.

[ Snow doesn't expect to encounter anyone out in the woods during the brunt of the winter, though her current status as a fugitive doesn't allow for her guard to weaken. If anything, this is the perfect time for the Queen's guards to strike-- there's only so many places in the forest she can hide without the lush foliage of the trees to camouflage her.

It takes a while, but finally she gathers a decent amount of wood that would suffice for a fire. Snow turns to head back to the cave when she catches sight of something in the corner of her eye, a figure which makes her freeze. A guard? No… the absence of armor is somewhat of a relief. But Snow is still wary, unsure of who the stranger could be. A hand slips down to the dagger strapped to her thigh and she remains as still as possible, hoping that perhaps she would go unnoticed. ]

[ No such luck for Snow White. How unfortunate that her name doesn't afford her any camouflage in this dismal snow, as Robin once again notices the figure. That wasn't an animal, that much he could tell, and his free hand hovers up toward his quiver. Thankfully, he still has some arrows left over.

When he calls out, his voice is tentative. Strong, yet not threatening. ] Who goes there?

[ If it's one thing Snow should have learned by now, it's that her luck is abysmal. Letting out a small sigh, she shifted the wood in her arms before finally calling out. ]

Just a wary traveler.

[ Her voice is clear and strong, no signs of the slight uneasiness she feels in knowing she isn't alone in this part of the woods. ]

[ He relaxes minutely, allowing hope that it's a sincere answer. ]

Would you mind being joined by a like companion?

[ On one hand: could be a trap. On the other: company while he waits things out would be excellent. ]

[ She hesitates; in her current predicament, Snow isn't much one for companions. But the cold of the winter air is beginning to seep past even the thick layers of fur she dons, and she can only assume the traveler is suffering from the same fate. ]

There is a cave not far from here, where I have started a fire. You are welcome to join.

[ His hand shifts, away from his quiver and closer to his side where he hopes to hold the warmth in. His strongest skill is his archery and that would be useless if his hands turn into icicles. ]

I'll take you up on that offer.

[ That said, he moves closer, taking in his strange new acquaintance as he does. Not entirely what he expected, but he knows better than to judge by now; Marian taught him that quite handily. ]

[Will, despite his insistence that Robin act an earl, didn't want to really be seen as an earl's son, mostly for the fact he's still wanted for the murder of his father's steward and he just found himself more comfortable as a poor bandit-knight than the position he was born into. He is glad that they had found a red outfit for him to wear for the ball.]

My husband thinks it's a successful party when everything's gone to hell and he has to get everyone kicked out before his father's castle is ruined, so you may take that as you will. [He then frowns and looks at his uncle-cousin in annoyance.] And I do wish you would stop calling him that. Speaking of husbands and wife, how is your dear maid Marian? Have you asked for her hand in marriage yet?

[ Her own hand falls away from the hilt of her dagger, and she wraps both arms around the bundle of wood in her hold as she waits for the stranger to join her. Once he is close enough, she turns and begins their trek towards the cave. ]

Have you been traveling for long?

[ Contrasting to Will's red, Robin's own outfit is a nice combination of greens, golds and whites. Something appropriate for "Robert's" station and quite like the sorts of things young Robin used to wear. His cousin's scarlet outfit brings back even more memories; maybe that's what makes it easier to pretend he's something that he has long since forsaken.

His mouth opens to reply flippantly to the request, then it snaps shut as Will continues. He takes a deep breath, face suddenly a little red, and gives Will a sour look. ]

You know that I haven't. Frankly, it's none of your concern.

Quite a fair while. [ He shakes his head, watching as she carries the wood. If he sees anymore, he'll pick it up to aid her, but won't offer to carry her current bundle. ] My... caravan and I, we were separated, which is why I'm currently traipsing around like a fool to look for them.

It's my concern when it involves you, uncle. I only wish what's best for you and your future, especially after King Richard returns and takes his kingdom back.

Our future isn't nearly as important as our present. [ He shrugs. ] Right now I'm doing what's best for all of us. ... well, we're doing somebody a favor right now, but you know what I mean.

Despite your beliefs, the future is just as important as the present. What hope would we have if not for the prospect of the the future laying ahead in our path? [He smiles in an amused fashion.] I know exactly what you mean. It is your job to focus on the present, but allow me to continue to focus on the future in your stead. I am quite good at it.

If this includes telling me to go get married, I think you may need to start looking in other directions too, Gamwell.

[She's wandering in the gardens beneath the arbor, hands rubbing protectively over her swollen abdomen as she stares mournfully at the place where she and her husband had last stood together.

It hadn't been very long since Thomas had gone missing, but already her hope was fading, her fears of one day finding herself back in the wretched life she had come from creeping back up on her, waking her up screaming in the middle of the night, suffocating her with their heaviness in the daytime.

Her eyes welling with sudden tears, she fumbles to sit on the stone bench, burying her face in her hands.]

[ Despite being in the early stages of her pregnancy, it had taken much coaxing from Snow to convince James that she could make the travel from her kingdom to Cinderella and Thomas'. How could she not? After what James had told her about how their plan had gone eschew, she knew that her friend was hurting. A part of her couldn't help but feel that this an early sign of the Queen's threat finally taking place, the beginning to an end with no happily ever afters.

The journey is long, but when she gazes out of her carriage and spots the head of blond hair in the garden of the castle grounds, she immediately calls for the carriage to stop. Without giving an explanation for her sudden request, she throws the door open before exiting, and she slowly makes her way to where Cinderella sits. ]

Ella? [ Her voice is soft, hoping not to startle her friend, but also filled with worry and a hint of sadness to see the girl in such distress. ]

[ Snow lets out a small laugh at his choice of words, and she turns slightly to glance at her companion from beneath the hood of her cloak. ]

It can't be that hard to find a caravan. Where are you headed towards?

[She starts a little, and has to blink away the blurry vision her tears cause before she recognizes the figure standing before her.]

S-Snow!

[She'll get up and carefully hug her friend, burying her face into her neck.]

Oh, you shouldn't be here. Your baby...

[ Her own arms encircle her friend in a tight hug as a hand strokes Ella's blond hair in a comforting manner. ]

Oh Ella, don't worry about me. I just wanted to be here for you..

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[ event: Flashback ]

[ setting: nobles' ball | location: Charming's castle | timing: after 1x06, before 1x01 ]

[location: some random place with trees.]

[location: forest, wintertime]

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[her and thomas' castle. after rumplestiltskin's imprisonment/thomas' disappearance.]

sorry for tagging into like all your things ever...

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never apologize, bb <3

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