APPLICATIONS | 2012; 01

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Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin | Once Upon a Time | Reserved 3/3

[anotherdeal]

First Person (entry type):
[Gold's eyes are focused on something on the counter in front of him, invisible to the camera. But he's aware the video feed is on, even if he didn't necessarily plan it.] So then, this charming little network doesn't respect normal business hours, does it? No manners at all. But then it seems to me that I've been neglecting this useful little tool here anyway. That won't do, at all. When something so fascinating falls into your lap, it's a sin to let it languish unused.

So many people so many worlds. I'm sure you all have your stories. And I do love a good story. [A faint smile, twitch of his lips and little more.]

But no true deal can be solely one-sided, can it? So let's start with this. I'll share a story or two as as well, and you'll tell me a bit about you and the places you come from. What are they like? Is there technology or are things more... magical? [Don't mind the faint glint in his eyes at that word.]

It's not really too much to ask is it? Certainly you'll humor an old man his idle curiosities.

In the end, maybe we'll all learn a little something.



Third Person:
Gold's cane thumped against the floor loudly with each step. There was a clipped, sharp edge to each step he took, agitation plain in the tenseness of his posture, the thin line that his lips had pressed to. Frustration. He'd never been exceptionally good at dealing with being frustrated, with seeing his plans waylaid or thwarted. It made the anger in him swell, pushing him closer to that precarious little cliff, the other side of which tended to lead to a free fall of violence, of smashing and breaking, object and person, property and soul. For now though it was contained. But that couldn't last, not if he continued to come up short. Again and again.

He limped along the long back shelf of his store, eyes roaming over the trinkets that filled it. Bits and pieces of so many lives -- a doll, a wind chime, a pick axe, a well-worn book. Maybe it was strange that he had filled his store, filled this life with reminders and remembrances of a world he'd left behind, of a world they'd all left behind. After all, these weren't his keepsakes. They were pieces of other people's lives, forgotten and then remembered. But they were his. In this world, in this town, they belonged to him, these fragments of other's memories. He had little use for them, most of them. Some of them had come in quite handy: the magic book, the old sword. But he didn't keep them because of their use so much as what they represented.

This town. These people. That they were here at all was his doing, though the blame still fell to Regina. That, of course, had been by design. No sense taking the blame and facing the wrath of a population displaced and stripped of their true selves. No, that was far too much vitriol and anger to properly deal with. He had more important things to worry about. He had places to go.

Except now he was trapped. Trapped. He tapped the cane hard against the floor, frowning to himself as he looked to the small globe atop his counter. Twenty eight years he'd been unable to leave this town. Twenty eight years biding his time, waiting for the savior to finally show up. Longer still while the stubborn, willful thing refused to consider believing. But the curse was broken.

And still he was trapped. Fingers tightened at the handle of his cane, enough that his knuckles blanched from it. His free hand lifted a book from the shelf, a small almanac, a travel guide.

Years and years and years and he was kept from the one thing that mattered, unable to correct the one deal he hadn't kept, the worst mistake he'd made. There was a shift in his expression then, faint, barely visible. A furrowing of brows, a tighter press of his lips together. His eyes darkened, as though the sudden rise of rage were singeing them darker. No warning came before he moved. With a wordless sound, he hurled the book at the counter. Glass shattered, falling to a pile along with the bits and trinkets of jewelry that had been inside, shattered glass glittering like the silver and gold and gems that lay among it. Gold straightened up then, sighing. A deep breath, a moment to draw the rage back. No, this would do no good. It wasn't over yet. There were other options. He just had to find them. There were always other options, methods unused, routes as of yet unexplored.

The small bell at the top of the front door chimed out as the door was pushed open. Glancing from the broken glass towards it, stepped around the pile of shattered and jagged pieces. "What can I do for you? Please, mind the glass. There was a bit of an accident."

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