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Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 24, 2015 22:47:47 GMT -5
 THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS, HAPPENS BY DESIGN
Ever since August had been turned back into Pinocchio, Neal knew that Tamara now knew that he was telling the truth that day in their room at the Bed and Breakfast. Neal was glad that this hadn't scared her off, and on a plane back to New York. In fact, it may have brought them closer, since she now knew everything about him. Both sides, no matter how hard it was for him to admit his Baelfire side. It had not only affected her take on this town, it also affected his own, since he now had to come to grips with who he really was. No matter how long he'd been running from it. The only other person he'd ever admitted it too before this town was Ursula, that woman from the aquarium, and that was mainly because he'd been too scared of her to deny it again. Neal had decided to help Tamara come to terms with everything more easily. In the best way he could, which would be by offering to make her a list of who was who in this land. Their names here in Storybrooke and their fairytale identities. It may bring the reality of this town to the surface, but, it may make things easier to comprehend. And at least then if she runs off, at least he would've tried to help her understand everything. After getting dressed he made his way downstairs from the room to the Diner and entered, before heading to a booth at the far back to wait for Tamara to meet him for breakfast in the Diner, after her marathon training was finished. Neal smiled at Ruby as she came to his table to ask if he wanted anything, he decided to order a cup of coffee while he waited for Tamara.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2015 23:47:23 GMT -5
The run around the town was peaceful. If she hadn't known any better Tamara would have thought this town was a peaceful little village . But she knew better deep in the guts of this Storybrooke lay magical beings just wanting to destroy and hurt. It was the reason to stop them so that what happen to her grandmother could never happen to another soul. Braiding her dark damp straight locks so to get them out of the way. Entering the diner eyes wandering about pausing only when she saw Neal. Flashing fake smile she ambled over to the booth. everything in here smells amazing right, I swear those runs make are killing me slowly. grabbing a menu quickly. now how where you going help? it was sweet that he wanted to help her especially since the whole Pinocchio mishap . Tamara would have to be more careful from now on. Flipping through the paper menu eying all the items listed. Neal Cassidy |
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Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 25, 2015 6:37:07 GMT -5
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Glancing out of the window, Neal watched everyone walking around the town. If he didn't know the truth about who he was, and who everyone here was he never would've thought that there was anything out of the ordinary about this town. He wished that this was true, that nothing about his life was out of the ordinary anymore. Turning his attention back towards the main part of the Diner, a smile grew on Neal's face as he saw Tamara enter the Diner. Neal knew that, while things were still strange in this town, Tamara and Henry were the two things that made it seem less confusing for the most part. “Yeah, it always smells great in here. From what Henry told me, Granny always makes her food fresh. I hope it doesn't kill you, I kind of like having you around.” Neal said, smiling softly at Tamara. Watching Tamara pick up the menu, he tapped his fingers on the table before sighing softly and starting to answer her question. “Well, now that it's proven that what I said about the fairytale thing was true, I thought of one way to help piece everything together.” Neal sighed softly, before glancing around. “Maybe I could help you make a list of who's who. You know on one side their names in this town, and on the other their 'fairytale' counterparts.” Neal said, as he looked around, before glancing back at Tamara. “But, only if you're up for it that is. I don't want to make you feel pressured to try and feel like you have to put it together all at once.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 18:50:28 GMT -5
Grinning at his shy smile , at times she could see her self falling for Neal. He truly had kind way about him but Tamara knew that could never be. A mark is mark he was a means to a end . frowning her forehead eyes peaking up and over the menu to stare at her fiancé umm I would really love that Neal. what did you have in mind? dropping the menu down reaching a hand out to gently caress the back of his hand. Having to hide the snort of laughter , he kept this up she wouldn't be needed much longer. I like being around so you don't have to worry I'm here till you no longer want me babe winking at him. The fear of losing someone made her able to sneak into his heart rather easily. When your afraid of being alone you would be surprised at what evil you will allow to creep in. fairytale names and cursed names her widen in surprise and gratitude . nodding her head yes Neal thank you that would be so much help I wouldn't want to say the wrong name to some one . I wouldn't want to embarrass you absent mindly Tamara brushed her thumb over his knuckles. okay where do we start?smiling widely god when she tell Greg about this he is going to laugh the dark one was everyones undoing.
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Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 27, 2015 5:37:39 GMT -5
THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS, HAPPENS BY DESIGN
When Neal smiled at Tamara, it was a legit smile, something he hadn't done in countless years. Neal knew that it had been Tamara that had pushed and insisted for the two of them to meet that day she wanted to return the scarf and now he was glad he'd agreed. Deep down he couldn't fight the fear that this would end the same way they all did, but, for now he would just enjoy it, and maybe the feeling could go away. Neal glanced at his fiancee, as he saw her looking at the menu, before glancing at his own as well. “Well, I did have one thing in mind.” Neal said, smiling and looking down at Tamara's hand which caressed his. Neal gently patted the top of her hand, and smiled, gently stroking it back. He let his mind wander back to his life all those years ago, and his childhood in the Enchanted Forest, and then the not so fairytale life from that moment on. Coming out of his thoughts, Neal lowered his head at Tamara's words, before sighing softly and letting out a light chuckle. “I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon.” Neal said. More hoping then anything else. His fear of losing yet another person he cared about, made him a bit more vulnerable and he could be caught off guard with something or someone sneaking into his heart. No matter whether good or not so good. After making his suggestion, Neal smiled softly at Tamara's reaction. He could tell it was one of gratitude. “Yeah, we don't want that. Especially if you call them the names of someone they dislike by mistake.” Neal said, chuckling softly. “You could never embarrass me.” Neal had been embarrassed a lot in his life, but, it could never happen with someone he cared about. Neal brushed her hand with his, before lifting them up slightly and placing a gentle kiss on them before placing them gently back on the table, and pulling some paper out of his bag. “Well, we might as well start at the beginning with the important figures in this town. Like the ones with the most authority.” Neal said, looking at Tamara.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2015 22:19:38 GMT -5
lets start with those do you have pen and paper? she asked if they where going to do then she was wanting to have this written down. Then she could text a copy to Greg , his gentle pat of her hand made her frown for moment. He was such a good guy this was painful .turning away for not wanting to look at his sad hopeful eyes slipping her hand away. Neck spasms lifting her arms up bracing her elbows against the table top. Fingers began to rub and caress the back of her neck. so do I get to meet your father? While I'm here ? grinning semi playful .
so not everyone get along here? Well there goes my Disney fantasy here I was hoping its a small world after all . I guess that won't be happeninglaughing as she kept massaging her sore neck.
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Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 30, 2015 7:10:25 GMT -5
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"Yes I do. Always best to be prepared." Neal said, as he smiled and kept a grip on Tamara's hands. There was so much that he found comforting about Tamara, and, unlike his father, he knew she would never hurt him, or at least not in a way as big as he did. Watching Tamara move her hands from his grip, Neal smiled before grabbing the paper and pen from his backpack, and then placing them on the table. Glancing up at Tamara's eyes, Neal smiled "You need help with that?" Neal asked, knowing that she probably had a bit of a pain in her neck. However, at Tamara's question, he lowered his head slightly. "Of course you get to meet him. If you want to that is. Just be warned he's not the kindest man."Neal chuckled at Tamara's comment, before rolling his eyes "Yeah, I guess not." Neal said, before picking up the pen and looking up at Tamara. "Ok, so to this list" Neal smiled softly and prepared the pen to write. "First things first, the mayor of this town. Here she's called Regina, back in the Forest, she was the Evil Queen. From the Snow White fairytale."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 20:14:10 GMT -5
Neal asking her if she wanted help only made her feel worse this quilt was eating a way at her. no im good just another hot bath and maybe a good night sleep Tamara gave him a tight lipped smile. fingers pressed hard on to her neck watching as he pulled out pad of paper and pen. If Neal could introduce her to Rumpelstiltskin then maybe she could get a hold of documents the home office wanted . There were suppose to be sending her another email today about someone to keep an eye on. he is gave you life then he cant be that bad, plus I just need to cook him dinner and im sure I can win him. dropping her hands resting them on the table top winking at Neal. furrowing her brows in shock so let me get this straight the mayor is the woman who curse everyone? you fairytale people really need to learn about democracy and voting . you don't put crazy folk in power it never ends well . that's how you end up dead or on a crazy farm Neal Cassidy |
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Post by Neal Cassidy on May 2, 2015 3:17:34 GMT -5
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Watching Tamara going to massage her neck made Neal want to help massage it for her, but, he didn't want to come to forward at once. A small smile stayed on his face, as he watched Tamara meet his eyes. "Alright, but, if that changes the offers always there." Neal said, before glancing around the Diner, and turning back to Tamara returning her smile. After pulling out the pen and paper from his backpack, he put on the table before taking a sip of the coffee he'd ordered before. Introducing a relationship to his father was something he felt weird about doing, especially since he hadn't been there at any point before this, and for any of his relationships before this. "I'm sure you'll be able to win him over easily. I'm not quite sure what to do when introducing a parent to someone I love. But, the way you described it sounds like a good enough idea. Invite him around for dinner." Neal said, running his hand through his hair and smiling softly. Hearing her reaction to The Evil Queen being mayor made Neal chuckle "Well, the way the curse worked, she made herself having been mayor for the 28 years, and everyone else had to deal with it. But, you're right. It always how things can possibly end badly." Neal lowered his head, and looked at the waitress's not too far from their table, before turning back towards Tamara. "So did you want to order something to eat before we keep going?" Neal asked, picking up the menu in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 9:00:10 GMT -5
outfithair oh yes , fruit with butter toast she smile warmly at the waitress giving her before turning back to Neal. The smile never fading maybe later when we are alone we can talk more about that neck rub winking taking a sip of water. yes invite him for dinner and let me work my magic I promise he will like me just you wait Mon cher . My beignets worked wonders on you so I have no worries that it will do the same to father. Tamara rested her hands on the table. Tucking some of her fallen bangs down behind her ears. this Mayor sounds like she needs Jesus and slap across the face. No good can come from such dark magic . I've sure it seemed like paradise for while nut it had to be driving her mad close to the end. Speaking of the mayor when do we get to have some time with Henry? I would love to get to know my future step son.tapping the paper as for him continue.
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