[Other OPEN] Once Upon a Time - An Adventure in Storybrooke [ IC ]

Strange · Dec 29, 2015

Once Upon A Time
An Adventure In Storybrooke

Not so long ago, in a land that isn't really that far away, there lived a girl who was trapped in a tower. Caged there by a woman who called herself the girl's mother. One day the girl escaped the tower and-

Yeah we all pretty much know the story. I'll just sum it up. Basically the girl has magic healing hair, she runs around, falls in love, and lives happily ever after, the end. Well, it would've been happily ever after. But, Mother Gothel had other plans. She had warned the girl that the world was a terrible, awful place filled with cruel and nasty things that lurked in the shadows. Unfortunately, Rapunzel saw the positive side of every situation. She could see the goodness in others, even if they couldn't see it themselves. She was happy in the world, the one she had been afraid of for so long. But Mother Gothel was angry. She wanted to show Rapunzel that the world was not all rainbows and sunshine. So, she concocted an old curse she had been saving for a situation such as this. A curse that would bring the end of all happiness and banish everyone to a new realm void of all magic. She cackled as she filled a pot with ingredients. One by one the pot filled with various objects. Finally, she added her own special touch, a magic bean that could create a portal between worlds. With her addition to the spell, not only the enchanted forest, but so many more worlds would be cursed as well. She only needed the final ingredient to catalyze the mixture and start the curse. She needed the heart of the thing she loved most. Fortunately, that person was always with her. She thrust her hand into her chest, ripping out her heart. She crushed it into the pot, collapsing to the ground as the world filled with a golden fog. The curse had begun. When everyone woke up they wouldn't remember who they were. They would be new people, in a new world, a scary world. One that would finally allow her to get her revenge on Rapunzel.

Story:
A mysterious object has appeared in the town square. A stone, impaled with a sword, has suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Nobody thinks anything of it, the curse causing them to go about their daily business. But, the arrival of this odd stone has begun the transfer of magic into Storybrooke. The small bit of magic that radiates out from the rock has begun to help people remember who they are. A small spark to light the fire.

Magic will not exist in Storybrooke until people start to remember who they are. Unfortunately, this will not be as simple as it sounds. In order for someone to remember who they are, an event in storybrooke must happen that mirrors an event in their past. So, you'll have to talk with other roleplayers to formulate a story and a backstory that fit together. Once some people have started to remember, which will be referred to as awakening, magic will slowly start to return. Once enough magic returns, awakening will happen more often, until everyone remembers who they are. Before this happens however, everyone will be going about their normal business in Storybrooke. Basically acting as if they are normal people.

The story will start in Storybrooke, where everyone will have amnesia and be unable to remember their past. The story will be completely character driven, with little to no interference by myself.

Storybrooke:

Storybrooke is a small town in Main, which is located in the north-east US. Some notable locations include: The clock-tower, Granny's diner, Blanchard Apartment, Dark Star Pharmacy, Game of Thorns- a flower shop, Granny's Bed and Breakfast, Gold and Silver Pawn shop, Lakeside Mansion, Marine Garage and docks, The Library- In the clock-tower basement, the caves/mines, Storybrooke Convent- the home of the fairies, Storybrooke Elementary School, Storybrooke General Hospital, Storybrooke Graveyard, Storybrooke Sheriff Department, Storybrooke Town Hall, the Wishing Well, Toll Bridge.

Rules:

Your character may not awaken(remember their past) until they meet the requirements below:

All RPT rules apply
You must have an event in Storybrooke happen that mirrors a significant point in their past
The event must include other people's characters. Keep in mind you have to have their permission to include them, and must not control their character.
You must run it by me first, this is to insure that you don't remember too quickly and have met the two above rules.

When you sign up, your character must either be an already existing fairytale character or have some relation to a character. For example you could have them be a character's relative (brother, daughter, cousin, ect) or have them be friends, or have them be an employee of them, or any other way you can think of to relate them to a character.

This is a sandboxy roleplay, and for that reason you may do pretty much anything you want, but if you feel like what you are doing may affect the story/other characters in a major way, please run it by me first. If I feel like someone is making their character too powerful or upseting the other roleplayers I will step in, but I trust that most of you know your limits and will behave yourselves.

As always follow the rules of the rp section and have fun!

Cheshire Cat as Oscar Wilmslow/Cheshire Cat
Godzil as Jennifer Shahra/Genie of the Ring
Varys the Galvantula as Joseph Macho/The Big Bad Wolf

Dusty · Jan 11, 2016

Alexi Liu
/// The Mechanical Nightingale ///

Alexi took another long drink of his beer, slowly drinking and letting the cool liquid trickle down and soothe his throat. Setting the beer on top of the piano, he cracked his knuckles and prepared himself mentally. The piano was not normally his instrument of choice, but it was easier on the fingers as well as easier on the ears most of the time. He played the piano every Monday night, the bar's patrons needing something more relaxing after the first day of the work week. Slowly he placed his hands on the keys and let them flow, allowing all other things to fade away, losing himself within his music. The music from the piano moved across the room, softly echoing throughout the mostly empty bar.

He opened his mouth and softly sang into the microphone,

"'There must be some kinda way out of here,'
Said the Joker to the Thief,
'There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Business men – they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth.

'No reason to get excited, '
The Thief – he kindly spoke,
'There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late.'

…"

He took a quick drink from his beer again helping his throat, then continued on to the next verse, doing his best to pour everything he could into the song, every thought and emotion and even soul into it. Music played without emotion was dead, but when you gave it everything that you are, that is when music truly came alive. When the song was done, he let the music fade to nothing, the last notes fading away to silence. A few patrons in the bar walked over and placed a couple dollars in his tip jar before walking out the door, and Alexi nodded his thanks to them. Sighing and stifling a cough, he stood, and took another drink of his beer before heading over to the bathroom.

He pushed the door open and stared in the mirror. The cough he had been trying to suppress then exploded from his throat. The coughing fit lasted for a dozen or so seconds before finally ceasing, and Alexi coughed once more and spat once more into the sink. Blood was mixed with his saliva and he stared at it. Two weeks now he had been coughing up blood, usually after his performances. If he kept this up....he didn't want to think about that. He forcefully turned the faucet on flushing the phlegm and blood down the drain, washing the sink spotless. With that done he pushed back through the door to the bathroom and into the main room.

He sat down back at his piano and cracked his fingers again. He took a moment to think about what he wanted to play this time, then adjusted the mic to a slightly better position. Once again the music flowed through the room. Clearing his throat he sang once again into the mic.

"Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

..."

He didn't have the luxury to stop, though he knew he should. He needed the money, and he couldn't disappoint his listeners. To touch the hearts of men with music, to keep them going one more day. That was what he lived for.

jombii · Jan 14, 2016

~~incoming CSS cause I'm lazy af~~

Joseph Macho
Big Bad Wolf

Chapter 1: Everything is Silent at the Bar

The skinny man was at the piano again. Every Monday night, without fail, this tan man sits on the piano and sang the most amazing songs known to man. Well, of course, Joseph Macho knows a verse here and there but he is not a lover of music so he is not sure if the man is singing original songs or just lifting it up from some song book or whatever. He could not, however, deny the fact that the man has a good voice. He took a huge swig of his beer and asked the barkeeper to refill it.

The job at the forest that day was harder than most as Joseph tried to beat his records of chopping off fifteen trees at a given day. He came near at thirteen but he always knew there would be another chance to beat himself up. From all that cutting, his muscles were aching in all the right places and he thought a few barrels of beer would clear those up. Nevermind the mind-numbing headache he'll have the next day. Somewhere inside him, a creature craved for meat and not some wheat-yeast concoction.

On his eight glass of beer, the skinny man's voice was just a background music. In his mind, he could only hear the sound of the forest and the voices of man as they continued to chop wood. A dollar a piece; that's what their cheap contractor is paying them. Averaging on ten trees a day, Joseph makes as much as the next man. While the job might not pay luxuries, it, at the very least, could get him as much beer as he want.

Joseph Macho tried to stand up on his sixteenth glass and actually managed to steady his shaking legs. He knew that if he fell down, that would be quite a scene as he is a really big man. His bladder was nearing its limit and he rushed to the comfort room to relieve himself. However, the cramped room was too much for Joseph to handle. The heat crept up to him and he blacked out, his hands over the toilet seat.

His last thought was someone must have seen him and laughed at him.

"I had sixteen glasses, you wimps," he said to no one in particular as he blacked out.

Groc · Jan 25, 2016

Once Upon a Time...

Jenny Shahra

A Night On The Town Wouldn't Do Us Any Harm...

After a long day of work, Jenny was looking forward to spending a little time off. She had been wanting to try something new, go someplace new, and had decided on a little hole in the wall tavern downtown. Her father wouldn't miss her, not on Monday night. He would be far too busy polishing the lamps, a task he insisted on doing himself. Jenny never minded, since it was one less chore for her, and he seemed to enjoy doing it.

The bar was basically what she expected: a pleasantly dark room, with a faint smell of smoke and beer. There was even live music playing! She walked up to the bar, giving the bartender a smile. "Strawberry sunrise, please. No ice." She turned to look at the piano player, finishing up his rendition of "All Along the Watchtower", but quickly returned her attention to the bar. "Oh, and one of those little umbrellas!"

The bartender raised an eyebrow at her, not saying a word. Jenny tried her smile again, although it came across as a little nervous now. "You probably want my ID, right? Here you go!" She pulled a card out of her purse, tossing it down in front of the bartender. "Bam! I'll be 22 on my birthday." She neglected to mention which birthday, as she's actually only 20.

She noticed the singer had left his piano, but she wasn't sure where he went. She looked around the room while the bartender ran her card, taking note of other patrons. One burly man in particular stood out, if only for the number of beer bottles around him. Her people watching was interrupted by the sound of an open palm striking the counter. Startled, she spun to face the bartender, who fixed her with a cold glare. He simply shook his head, showing her the fake ID.

"So... does this mean no sunrise?" She joked, but the man's glare didn't subside. Jenny's smile faded, and she sighed in resignation. "Fine. I'll just have a glass of orange juice, then. Oh, and please don't call the cops! As a favor to me!" The singer had returned, singing a song she didn't recognize, but she couldn't let herself get distracted. "Remember how I helped you pick out chairs for your family? Yours was nice and firm, your wife's was big and soft, and Junior's was juuuust right, wasn't it?" She offered a hopeful smile, and the bartender relented.

Relieved, Jenny sat back with a sigh. She returned her attention to the piano man, while the bartender poured her a cup of juice, complete with tiny umbrella.

Strange · Jan 25, 2016

Pete Brier

Pete was in school. He hated school. They always talked about how "You have to grow up!" or "When you get older you need to be more responsible!" He rolled his eyes when the teacher started another one of her lectures about good behavior. Pete knew exactly what she was going to say, and mimed the words as she talked, getting a few giggles out of the girls sitting behind him.

"Peter Brier!" his teacher boomed, "What are you doing?" she questioned.

"Nothing Miss White." he replied bluntly, "I'm just bored."

"Bored! I'll show you bored! Go stand in the corner!"

He got up, aware that class was about to end, and slowly shuffled to the corner near the door.
Before he reached the corner, the bell sounded and he took off at a run.

"See ya!" he yelled.

He burst through the door, running through the hall and out the next set of doors, finally reaching the outdoors. He grinned, knowing fully well that his teacher was sitting at her desk with a face as red as an apple. Now he just needed to decide what fun he was going to get into tonight.

It was just then that he heard music coming from the bar down the street. Curious, he started in that direction, passing by his house to grab a few things on his way. He wore a hooded cloak that he thought made him look mysterious, and walked up behind the building. He then threw a looped rope up and hooked the ring on the window, opening it from the top. He climbed up the rope, sliding through the open window, and landed on a toilet seat. He knew the bartender wouldn't notice him if he came in this way, and if he stayed away from the bar-top he should be fine.

He was just about to open the stall when he heard someone barge in and cough violently. He peeked through the crack in the door, curious, and watched the poor man. Soon enough he left the bathroom and began to sing again. Pete took the moment to push open the door and exit the stall, then the bathroom. He crept along the outer edge of the room until he found an open seat that was out of the bartender's view. He sat down, and closed his eyes. He didn't recognize the music, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

LinearAxel · Jan 25, 2016

Why are Mondays always so hard? It's not like she has steady weekends off, so there's no getting back into the swing of things. Maybe they're just universally hard on everyone. Sasha draws in a deep breath as she walks down the streets between the Stone Dragon Chinese Buffet and her apartment. Maybe she'll go home, wash the smell of vegetable fried rice out of her hair and go to bed early—pft, no, even now she knows she'll be binge watching Gilmore Girls until at least two AM. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sleep is for—where is that hooded kid going?

Sasha pauses her steady stride toward home to watch the boy in the hooded cloak gallop from one of the nearby homes. Now, she might not be an expert when it comes to kids, but she's fairly certain that a young boy hiding his face can only mean he's up to something; something he doesn't want to get caught doing. Always being one to poke her nose where it doesn't belong, Sasha briskly crosses the street and follows behind the young boy. Once they're on the same side of the street her pace slows, staying a good twenty feet behind the boy in hopes of not being noticed, nor looking suspiciously like she's following along.

Her pursuit leads her to the back of the old tavern, where her little buddy is—scaling the wall?! She breaks into a run for about four strides, intending to follow him…until it dawns on her that she has no rope. That's fine, she's twenty-two, she can get into the bar through the front and track the kid down. Does she know this kid? No, but the idea of him getting into pretty serious trouble still concerns her: A kid…in a bar, it just doesn't add up to anything good.

Sasha walks around the side of the building, running her hands through her hair in hopes of looking slightly more presentable; six hours under a hairnet does nothing for one's looks. As she enters the bar she immediately begins her search: There's a man at the piano (playing a lovely tune), a discouraged young girl at the bar…twenty or so beer glasses at an empty table…but no boy in a cloak. Okay, kid, where are you hiding?

Steely eyes search the room for a good minute before she concludes that the kid isn't in the main bar. Sticking close to the wall she steps further into the building, in search for a broom closet he could be stowing away in, or a...bathroom? She notices the men's bathroom sign as she walks by it, the stalls could be a decent place for a kid to hide out, even if sneaking into a bar to hide out in a bathroom doesn't exactly sound like fun, this is a kid she's trying to find. Anything's fun when you're that age. Sasha glances over her shoulder to make sure no one's looking in her general direction before pushing the door open just enough to slip inside.

"You in here, kid?" She calls after shutting the door behind her. She'd rather not get caught sneaking into the men's bathroom, even if her reasoning sounds perfectly justified in her own brain. "You can't hide in here fo-" Why are there feet poking out of that stall?

Sasha's original mission is briefly forgotten as she hurriedly walks to the pair of feet, which are definitely not in a natural position, the guy attached to those legs must have blacked out in there. Without hesitation, Sasha reaches for the door; if this guy was about to black out when he got here, he probably didn't think about locking it.

Stepping inside, Sasha links her arms under the mystery man's and hooks them over his shoulders, pulling him back out of the stall (with some effort, he's a pretty big guy). Once out, she lays him flat on his back and kneels beside him, suddenly thankful that she had to take that course in first aid before they would let her work in the kitchen. She presses her ear to his chest to listen; detecting a steady flow of breath. Okay, good, he's still alive, probably just blacked out from having one too many drinks. "Sir." She calls out, lightly patting the man's cheek with her palm. "Sir, do I need to call an ambulance?"

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