In a matter of hours, the crew five strong dropped to one. The leader was gone. The hotheaded pimp, the brother left behind, and the urban legend - all gone, leaving the volatile cryptid on his own. Truthfully, Jersey didn't care as much as he probably should have. The people he worked alongside for years were dead and his first thought was that maybe, for once, he could get a little bit of peace and quiet.
He had never liked Fabletown much - or New York, for that matter - but, now free from being someone's hired help, the man thought things might start looking up. That hope lasted all of several hours, crushed as soon as he found his glamour stash gone, replaced by a single note written in all too familiar handwriting.
"Come on, Leeds," he hissed, eyes narrowing behind tinted lenses. True, the circumstances of his birth gave him control over transitions, but using a glamour was much more comfortable than forcibly sending what was left of his broken wings through skin or feeling his human bones crack and morph into his true, more cervid frame. Of course it wasn't enough the witch refused to help any longer. Oh no, she had to take the cryptid's remaining glamours as well - just an added kick while he was down.
If it had been anyone else, Jersey would have confronted them. When your supplier worked on the thirteenth floor and you were certainly not welcome at the business office, however, things got a bit more complicated. There was no way he could easily get in contact with her and both of them knew that well from the start. The witch had, out of the blue, used that fact to her advantage and it made Jersey's blood boil. It took everything he had not to lose it and change right there in the back of his store out of sheer rage.
Leaving the hastily scribbled message on the table, he returned to the front area of the pawn shop, hoping that maybe being within view of anyone on the street - not that there would be many folks at all this time of day - would keep the transition from triggering. Though he wanted to punch something, break anything and everything he could get his hands on, he resigned himself to simply pacing back and forth beside the empty glass case still reserved for the axe he so deeply loathed. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do, but he would get back at Leeds one way or another - that much he was sure of. All he had to do now was calm down and wait for an opportunity to present itself.
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Send me ♪♪ and I will shuffle my playlist for the song my muse listens to when thinking about yours.
Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where’s the street-wise Hercules, to fight the rising odds? ———Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? { Holding Out For A Hero - Ellen Mae Bowen }
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"Jesus, you look terrible, Sheriff, even for someone that has a reputation of looking fairly disheveled most of the time. What did you do? Go and pick a fight with every asshole in Fabletown?"
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theoldhuffandpuff " -- Oh, wow! You're all big and hairy! You look like that thing from that movie, Teen Wolf; Boy , that movie sure sucked."
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✈ - Places I really wanna visit?
>> Ah, forgive me! I hadn't seen this before. I'd really love to go to Japan the most!
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everything had been a complete B L U R
How had it gone so wrong so fast? One minute she was
cuffing Anansi, finally getting that web-spinning bastard,
and the next she was flat on her back with blood pooling
from her head. Three men loomed over her in completely
matching black suits.
'So sorry, pretty girl, I've got to run, but I've left company'
They started beating her first for information on the town.
She kept her mouth shut. She wouldn't put them in danger,
not her family. Then they started beating her for the hell of
it. Anansi had told them to do as they pleased with her and
more than anything it pleased them to watch her bleed.
With too much blood loss she started to fade and as the
darkness bled into the side of her vision she prayed he'd
know. If anyone could it was Bigby.
Sure enough when she awoke, Aladdin's concerned face
loomed over her as they loaded her onto a stretcher. It was
a rendezvous team. When she hadn't checked in Bigby
went into overdrive.
Now as she sat in the sterile, cold hospital room she knew
her family was nearby. Cindy grew anxious, just needing
to see them, needing to hold them again. Back there she'd
actually been afraid she might not be able to. While a Fables
body would always heal if they were popular enough, the
mind was still so fragile.
She looked up as the door pushed open. Only one visitor at
a time. She knew from the look in their eye that she was a
mess. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her whole
shoulder was one giant purple mottled blotch.
"Hi..."
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☽ —————
"D-Dad...there was an accident. H-Hunters near the property line...
T-They came outta no where I--I couldn't run fast enough..."
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theoldhuffandpuff replied to your post:// am i allowed to ship holly/grimble just because...
Cute as frick
// ship this with me
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theoldhuffandpuff said: // TIMMY BOY (jumps on)
{I missed ya guys buttfaces!}
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What are your character’s rainy day activities?
Normally Ozma just keeps working as usual. The rain doesn't disrupt her much. Sometimes, she'll stop and just listen to the sounds while she takes a break, and it's usually days like these that she dwells on the Homelands, though it's rare that she allows herself to.
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"I missed going on missions like this with you.
Boys were getting boring."
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GUYS I FUCKED UP AND FORGOT TO MENTION A THING!!
I should have probably mentioned that I dont think Ride would go after Bigby right away like if no one understands her she'll probably just isolate herself again which still isn't fun and also hella angsty but yeah. From there I could see her wounds kind of festering and her becoming more bitter and then going after him but yeaH. SHE WOULDN'T DO IT UNTIL ALL OF HER BRIDGES HAD BEEN BURNED. Or at least until she felt that was the situation.
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SIGHS ABOUT DARIEN AND BIGBY AND HOW CUTE THEY ARE
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url: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Average | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding |icon: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Average | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding | theme: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Average | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding | posts: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Average | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding | Overall: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Average | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding | Following: No, but I love you! | I am now | Yes | AlwaysComments: You’re one of the best Bigby Roleplayers and I’m still very honored to have a thread going on with you. Please keep on being amazing both in and out of character!!! :)
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"Yeah I saw, sweetie. Nearly as fast as your daddy."
"Think I can be that fast one day? I'm tryin' real hard."
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