~Yasmine(Princess Jasmine)~
"Please, try to understand. I've never done a thing on my own. I've never had any real friends!" she saw herself exclaim, a tiger at her side grumbling unhappily. With that, the image of herself rolled her eyes. "EXCEPT you, Rajah.." To that, the tiger sighed happily. "I've never been outside the palace walls!"
"But Jasmine.. You're a princess-!"
"Then.. Maybe I don't wanna be a princess anymore!"
With that, Yasmine shot awake, panting rapidly. She glanced around, rapidly; only to find, as usual, there was no tiger OR stout man in her room, and she was NOT a princess. "Crikey.." she muttered, rubbing her eyes. Suddenly, it registered her alarm was going off, and her eyes widened. She was running late for work; again.. Swiftly, she changed and got ready, throwing on new clothes, stuffing some pop tarts in her mouth and rushing out the door. Then, she promptly hopped in her car, and sped off towards Desk Town, arriving at the animal shelter/pet store mere moments later. She rushed in the backway, dropping her things off in her office with a sigh. Running a hand through her long, black hair, she peered into the main area of the pet store, spotting Tramp and Kat. Quietly, she gave another sigh, leaning on her office doorway to catch her breath. "Hey, Lady..? I'm going to take the dogs for a run. I trust you'll do fine watching the store; I'll be back in a bit," she called to her employee, before quickly and quietly rounding up a few of the dogs, throwing on a jacket and taking them outside. As per usual, she was pulled along the sidewalk, through desk town, the dogs paying no heed to fellow walking civilians and frequently causing Yasmine to collide with them. "Excuse me, sorry-!" she called as she was dragged along.
@I Saved Private Ryan
~Seth(Scar)~
After the ol' scar-face had finished up 'decorating'(AKA booby-trapping) the whole of his pride and joy, 'Pride Rock Tavern', he rubbed his hands together slyly. "Now that
that's all taken care of.." he mused to himself under his breath, voice dark and husky as usual. "...I believe it's time to head to the rec center, no?" he muttered, stretching his arms behind his head with a content sigh. With that, he left his bar, heading towards the Storybrooke civic center; where he worked as a fitness trainer.
Head held high and humming blissfully, Scar prowled on till he reached the civic center. He entered with a predatory grin, nodding to the woman working at the front desk. "Morning, dear," he chimed smoothly, heading to his office; right by the door to the pool. Still humming, he pulled off his gloves and overcoat, changing into his exercise wear. He cracked open his office door, only to spot a child belly-flopping into the pool. He rolled his eyes and facepalmed.
I'm surrounded by idiots..
~Mirabelle(Dragomira)~
After hours more of wandering pointlessly, Adelaide finally gave up. She'd come to a conclusion; this writer's block.. It was coming from something; the feeling that something bad was going to happen. It'd been eating her away for quite a while now, and her nightmares had been coming more frequently. And that song.. It wouldn't leave her head! But that wasn't what really bothered her about it; it was that
she was the one singing it.
However, she managed to push that out of her mind when another memory came to her in a flash.
Blood. She was covered in it, and the metallic taste overwhelmed her. Was she alive..? Was she dead...? She didn't know. All she knew was that everything hurt, and that she could barely see; everything was fading to black. Well.. Everything, except the clear form of a jet-black stallion looming over her... That quickly shifted, right before her eyes, into a handsome young man.
Then... It all goes black...
Next thing Mira knew, she laid on the sidewalk in a gasping heap, struggling to catch her breath. And, the oddest part of it; was she was bleeding heavily through a deep wound in her leg, that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
(Dun dun dunnnnn)
~Addie(Adelaide)~
With a deep breath, Addie Parker ran a hand through her wet hair. She'd just gotten out of the shower, and despite the cold weather, was garbed in only a crop top and denim shorts. A grin graced her features as she when about her usual morning jog, humming softly.
[BCOLOR=transparent]'In the dark of night, nobody hears me scream.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]I cry and beg for comfort, but it seems no one's listening.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]What turned me into this, the monster I am now?[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]People never notice, but my silence speaks so loud..'[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Remember that song, father? The one I sang to you, when you and mother threw me aside?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Listen to me, Adelaide.. It ISN'T what you thin-!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"SILENCE! I shall no longer listen to your lies, coward!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent].....[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"How does it feel, father? For the roles to have been switched? For YOU to be the helpless, cowering, and scared one?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]...[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"TELL ME!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"It... It hurts.. Bu-!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"So I thought. Hm, hm.. Wi-"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Suddenly, the memory stopped. A frown fell upon Addie's face at this. When was that..? And who was that? That couldn't have been here.. And, as far as she could recall, she had no father. With a soft sigh, she shook it off, and carried on. Before she knew it, her speed increased, and her normally quick and brief jog turned into her running laps around Storybrooke. Though, this was the darker side of Addie, the one who knew exactly who and what she was. And, what she knew above all else, was what she needed to accomplish; killing her parents. Luckily, for her fellow Storybrooke citizens, Addie typically wasn't in control; rather, her kinder and gentler split personality was. Lana. However, now wasn't the case, and as usual when Addie pushed herself out; she was set on completing her mission. Though, Addie's control fell short, when she was crossing the street and tripped; over nothing. This led to Lana pulling the reigns back in; pushing herself to her feet and scrambling across the road nimbly.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]((I'm so not sorry that Adelaide's curse form is the kind of person like me that trips over nothing.))[/BCOLOR]