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Post by Prince Charming /David Nolan on Jan 17, 2014 16:44:27 GMT -5
(set at season 1)With two guards keeping him company, holding one hand on each of his shoulders and the other pushing him in his lower back to make him walk faster, David walked past a huge metal gate which got pulled up by their arriving. He had agreed to the proposal of Rumplestiltskin. The proposal on ‘playing’ a prince in order to help the king. But he was not doing it for that imp, nor for the king. He was doing it for his mother. The deal was simple. Once agreeing to it, his mother would be getting all the things she wanted. Food, gold, maybe even a new farm. He would be giving his mother the chance on having a better life. A life without worries. It was a deal he was willing to make, as long as it would make his mother happy. When he had agreed to the proposal he didn’t expect to be collected from the farm by guards from the king. With his hands tightly bonded together he got pushed past the huge castle walls, where a group of people seemed to be waiting for him to arrive. David let his eyes wander over the whole area. He’d never been inside the castle walls before, and had the feeling that he would regret soon that he ever did. As he got brought in front of the group of people, one of the guards kicked him at the back of his leg, which made him fall onto his knees. David tried to push away the guard who did it, but being hold by them he didn’t had the chance to. With two gracious boots in front of him, his gaze went up to meet the king who was standing in front of him. tink
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 19:08:36 GMT -5
George watched as the guards brought forth the boy. Eyes narrowing into slits as he exmained him. Nothing more then a shell he may have some resemablance but thats were James and this ...peasant ended. Sneering his top lips snarled up in digust as the dirty boy fell in front of him. The smell of dirt and sweat filled his nose, bring a hand to cover mouth and nose.
I ask for a prince and Rumpelstiltskin brings me a farm hand. bringing his hand down. Snarl still in place stand James you are a prince now and should act like one. this boy would not do pinching the bridge of his nose. Dear god he had to make this work if not his kingdom was doomed
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Post by Prince Charming /David Nolan on Jan 20, 2014 15:40:06 GMT -5
David could see by the look on the king’s face that his deal with Rumplestiltskin seemed to be turning out differently like he thought. That didn’t only count for the old king, but for David himself as well. He had hoped to be arriving at the castle in a more welcoming way, and not like a prisoner. After all he gave up his old life for this. But then his mother got in his thoughts again, and the wonderful future she was going to have when he would do this.
By the king’s words of him needing to stand up, he felt the grip of the guards that were holding him down on his knees by holding his shoulders loosen up. That gave him the chance to get on his feet once more. While his hands were still tightly bonded together he looked at the old man. He’d never seen the king from this close, and it seemed that the loss of his real son was giving him a hard time. “Acting to be a prince would be a lot easier if your guards wouldn’t be pressing me to the ground when they have the chance” he was making a point out of this. “The name my mother gave me is David, not James”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 5:49:21 GMT -5
looking at the boy unfazed and unamaused. Wrapping his arms around to clasp his hand in the back. your prince now demand to be let go. Show them who you are. the mention of his birth mother only seemed to annoyed George. She was just a vessel to carry on the kingdom nothing. Soon he would have to break this sentimental streak in the boy. Clearing his throat that was your name.
Letting his icy glare wander about the peasant in front him. the moment you stepped into this castle David died and James reborn...is that clear. his voice was a dead monotone. George wouldnt argue he wouldnt beg ...he would how ever threaten if his wishes were not followed to the T.
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Post by Prince Charming /David Nolan on Jan 21, 2014 16:02:47 GMT -5
David frowned by the words of the king. He’d never demanded something before, and although he would want to push away the guards that were still holding him in an slightly loosened grip, a little voice inside told him that these guys were just doing what the king wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. David moved his head from left to right, facing one of the guards at the time before speaking out. “You can let go of me now.” With the guards looking at him first, they let go of his shoulders which allowed him to get back on his feet. With some sand from the ground covering his pants, David looked the king in his eyes. “So I need to pretend to be James, your son? Can you give me any assurance that my mother will be getting a better future when I do so? Because if not, I’m afraid you need to find someone else to do this.” His mother was the most important person in David’s life, and anything that might risk something happening to her, was something David tried to stay away from as far as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 3:50:19 GMT -5
Approving of the shepard taking charged of situation. He almost approved nodding at the guards to dismissed them. Circling about the boy his glare looking over. I already assured the Dark one with that deal. folding his arms behind him hands interlocking together. besides I dont think Rumple or I would allow you to waltz right of here. pausing to left of the boy, he had already searched while rumpelstiltskin went to get his replacement son. If you leave I will hunt you down drag you back to your farm. smiling as he kept icy blue eyes locked on the dirty peasant. i will kill your and burn farm down to ashes now threaten me again. voice calm and collected a smirk firmly in place. now first thing we have to do is clean you up.
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Post by Prince Charming /David Nolan on Jan 22, 2014 18:07:33 GMT -5
In order to keep his mother and the farm safe, David stopped himself for giving this so named king a response to those threatening words. Instead he balled his hands into fists, trying to get the anger away that had boiled up in him when he heard what the king would do if he wouldn’t keep himself to the part of the deal. David already regretted that he had agreed on doing this. He would have been together with his mother right now, maybe making some dinner or collecting some wood together for the fire in order not to freeze to death at night. But now his poor mother needed to do that all by herself as he was inside the warm castle walls. Although warm wasn’t exactly the right word to call it. The people that were in the castle were as cold as ice, so the only way to get some warmth would be by hopefully a fire burning. David frowned when the king talked about cleaning up. “Cleaning up?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 3:08:09 GMT -5
Broodily George yawned at the Shepards question, did you think I would allow you pretend to be James looking like... not finishing his statement but just waved hand down the lenght of the boy in front of him.
Turning on the heels of the black boots. The King began to make his way to his son's room. Coughing to cover choked up feeling he was having because puttig this imposter there. Angling his head to the side . are you coming or would you rather sleep here in the hall with the dogs?
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Post by Prince Charming /David Nolan on Jan 31, 2014 17:14:40 GMT -5
David frowned his eyebrows for a brief moment before following the king. He wondered where he needed to follow him to. Grey walls filled with tapestries and portraits surrounded him as he followed the king towards a room which was already bigger than the farm where he used to live. A giant bed surrounded by red curtains stood in the middle of the room, several cushions near the few windows gave the opportunity to sit comfortable while you would look through the colored windows. A table filled with fresh fruit and red wine. It was when David took a few more steps inside the room that he noticed the clothes that were lying on the bed. A black puffed shirt and leather pants were waiting for him, completed with a belt and boots. Gently he took a hold of one of the sleeves from the shirt. He definitely would need to adjust to that kind of fabric, let alone to the leather pants. “I suppose you want me to start wearing this?” he looked up at the king he was still standing near the entrance of the room.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 7:28:13 GMT -5
George wasnt a sympathetic person but it had been three days since he had been this room. Keeping his glare directed on bed and the Shepard. no i expect you to just stare at them. walking slowly into the room. His arms draped behind his back first you'll need a bath before you even think about putting those items on.
Moving toward a rope dangling from the ceiling pulling it down. This caused a bell to ring and three maids scampered in. these woman will be here to help make more presentable for Midas. sighing how was this going to work? Rubbing his brow bone this day would trying his patience.
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