Gaston LeGume's Story

Peter Pan

Peter let go of Wendy so she could tend to Alice's wounds, as he had to hold himself back from running to her aid. Besides, he never really bothered to know where the first aid stuff was kept. It was generally Wendy's job to tend to his wounds, or it used to be.

His mind was racing, how the hell does he get himself out of this awkward situation? Having tea with a dying flame and an ignited one. was less than ideal. And the horrible lie that spilled out of Alli didn't leave much room for an excusable exit, not while the storm raged on. His only option was to excuse himself, but how? And did he really want to leave these two to their own devices? Not that Alli would delibrately sabatoge them, but an accidental slip?

"So what's the plan ladies? Wendy, you know I'm not into this whole playing host stuff." He said almost frantically. He wasn't lying, he really did hate the whole playing house thing, he found it incredibly boring. The room was shrinking, but he had to hold his ground, for now. His tactic, leave the ball in their court.

Mackenzie Alicia Aisling

Great, of course this is her luck. She's either been drugged and his having one hell of a trip or, well, there is no or. Now she's in god knows where with a funny talking lunatic, here's to hoping he's just a LARPER. She accepted his assistance and stood shakily on her feet, the heels of her black booties sinking into the gaps of the rocks beneath her feet. Mackenzie wearily used the gentleman for balance. She followed him to where ever he may lead her, at least until she reaches something recognizable. She hoped for asphalt and headlights, signs to the nearest hospital, but nothing of such familiararity crossed her path.

"So, Ever After, huh? What's close to Ever After, any bigger more recognizable counties?" Come to think of it, she can't think of a forest of this caliber so close to Los Angeles. Not that hiking was on her top ten activities of enjoyment. She pulled her brown leather jacket tighter around herself. "Do you have a phone I can borrow?" She asked meekly, so as not to upset the man. The last thing she wanted was to upset this guy, as he did seem a little off. Please don't let him hack me up into a million little pieces and bury me all over the forest.

Gaston LeGume

"Tell me more about my eyes." Gaston seemingly joked to the red head swooning over him on his lap. She giggled as her hands haphazardly groped the muscles in his arms and chest. However, Gaston was not joking, and truly wanted to hear more about himself. His self loving bliss was interrupted when Diablo's call rang in Gaston's ears. Icy blue eyes glared at the bird resting on the sill of an open window, satisfied that the wretched bird unhappy in the rain. Oh, how I will have you on a dinner plate one day. His Maleficent was summoning him, and her timing couldn't have been more perfect. This red head, as eager as she was to please him, would hold ill will against him for mixing pain with his pleasure.

"Off bar wench." The red head frowned before doing as she was told. "Good girl." Gaston then stood on his chair. "Ladies and gentlemen. I'm sorry to say, that I must take my leave for the night. Lefou will, as always, run the tavern in my absence." He could hear the boos and awes as was just about to jump from his makeshift soap box and it was music to his ears. "Oh, and a round of ale for everyone on me." He decided to award his pets for their proper responses.

He landed with a thud, though it was barely audible through the cheers and laughter. He then made his way to his room on the second floor. He locked the door behind him, no one would dare to bother him anyway, and then approached seemingly normal mirror.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to her grand hall." The metallic surface moved ever so slightly, like a disturbed glass of water. Sadly, it no longer reflected sinful features of Gaston, but Maleficent's room. He stepped through its liquid surface, slightly disoriented by the darkness that Maleficent kept her castle in.

"I have a most important job for you."

"I'm not your work horse, Mal." Gaston didn't even bother to turn and face her. He listened as the click clock of her heels drew nearer. He felt her hands forcably breach his shirt from behind him, the heat of her skin pressed against his back. Dagger like nails then tore into his skin slowly, the blood slowly seeped through his white shirt. Damn this woman, she knew how to push all the right buttons.

"Oh, but I promise it will be repaid upon your return. Just a small little favor." The mocking innocence in her voice clued him into the treat he was in for. He turned to face her, his hand wasting no time in finding her silky black hair. Mal gasped as he roughly filled his fist with those resentful strands and pulled her head back, exposing a vulnerable part of her body, her neck. It wasn't often she allowed him to have her in all his glory. The pain she inflicted on him was blissful, but to be the abuser, to her of all women, was truly magical. He pressed his lips to hers harshly, excited about all the horrible things he would do to her.

"Use the hand mirror, its on the table." He angrily let go of her as she doled out her directions, pissed at her for ruining the moment. "I need you to pay a visit to Cadwell, the queen of lunacy, and I need you to enlist her services. Its time for me to exact my revenge on the happy couple of Feather Brooke. I need Cadwell to have them lift the protection spell on Feather Brooke. As payment, I'll let her have some fun with Prince Phillip, but his life is mine, along with Aurora's. She can then do whatever it is a mad former queen does about the castle."

Gaston didn't ask any questions. He simply pocketed the mirror and took his leave. "Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to the maddest of them all."

((OOC: I don't care how Gaston appears with Ember, whether he's forced to knock on the door or automatically gains entrance within her lair/castle))

Belle
Belle and her horse, Philippe, looked down over the town of Feather Brooke from their vantage point atop a rise not far from her castle. She watched the hustle and bustle of the townspeople, she glanced over at Gaston’s tavern and a small twinge of longing clenched her belly. Belle averted her eyes quickly, Philippe snorted and stomped his front foot. “What is it, Philippe?” She asked her horse softly. Since the love stone was stolen she had been less talkative toward her long time friend because some of the magic in his eyes has died. He responds to her voice less and less these days. His face and eyes becoming more like that of a dumb beast than the loving friend she remembered. Even now, the horse sidestepped but she yanked his reigns and brought him under control quickly though his eyes did look a little wild.
A drop of water landed on her forehead and made her look up. The sky was darker than she had seen it in quite some time, if ever. Goosebumps raised the hair along her arms and she quickly lifted the hood of her cloak. The moment after she lifted her hood it was as if God dumped an endless bucket of water on them. In seconds, she and Philippe were soaked. Lightening struck the ground not far from where the pair stood. The horse whinnied loudly and bucked and for a moment Belle thought she would lose control.
Instead she whispered softly to the old horse, calming and soothing his raw nerves. “Take us home Phillipe.” She whispered and in the years following the theft of the love stone the horse would snort in response and turn them toward the direction of the castle post haste. Instead it was Belle who directed the animal and made toward her castle at a reasonable pace but the last thing she’d want to do was have the horse slip and take a tumble with her on it.
When she got to her courtyard she slid off the horse and grabbed his reigns in one smooth motion while he was still moving. She handed him over to a soaking wet stable boy and made her way up the front stairs to the entryway of her castle. What was once her prison.
She opened the door and slid in to it quickly and was met by Cogsworth. The squat, fat little man was making his way toward her at quite a clip. Belle sighed softly, pulling the string of her cloak so it slipped from her shoulders. She bundled the wet cloak into her hands and plopped it unceremoniously into Cogworth’s chest. His face contorted into a look of disgust as he held the sopping bundle away from his body. She continued to walk and Cogsworth followed her nervously. He was less annoying when he was a clock. “Madam, Prince Adam is not feeling well and is on bed rest for the rest of the day.” ‘Thank God’ she thought to herself with relief. The last thing she needed was his neediness when her thoughts were filled with Gaston. “He has asked not to be disturbed in the West Wing.” This made her pause for only a moment, her mind flashing back to the days of the Beast.
“Why? Is it forbidden?” She asked slyly. If she wasn’t soaked she would go there directly. As it was, however, “I’m retiring to my chambers.” She stated before he could stutter out an answer. She took back her old prison cell as her bed chamber. A lovely cell, yes, but a cell nonetheless. Her handmaid came in shortly after her arrival to help her undress, bathe and redress. She watched the friendly old woman with curiosity. Everyone had so much more life when they were furniture. There was no more singing, dancing or the careless abandon she felt when she first arrived. Now everything was stale, servants just going through the motions. “Do you know what ills my husband?” She asked what was once her wardrobe. “No m’lady.” Was the short lifeless response. She stared at the woman for a moment, wondering whether she was oblivious or lying. She decided on the former which meant that Adam was keeping something from the castle.

Gaston LeGume

He focused on his reflection, his icy blue eyes staring back at him. The world around him was swirling, as if each item was over come by its own twister born from the darkness. The ground beneath him shook violently, though he remained still. Still he kept his gaze fixed upon himself, not daring to waver from his beautiful reflection, not until everything seemed calm and stable.

Finally, the world around him settled. He pocketed the small mirror and took a moment to gather in his surroundings. He was in a short corridor, and though the walls were once white, they were now stained and aging. To his right was a statue, a graceful woman with flowing stone dress. All but her head, which was missing and was replaced with the helmet of one of her would be guardsmen. Clearly, this was the home of a mad woman. He could hear the laughter coming from just beyond the corridor. Gaston adjusted his jacket walked toward the voices.

He leaned against the archway, his arms folded nonchalantly against his chest. Now this was interesting, The Mad Queen and the Captain. He listened intently as they humored they're empty little ideas of a murderous plot.

"Why waste your time with someone so trivial? I mean, if your gonna go on a killing spree, might as well go all out. What would you say if I told you I can offer you aid from someone very powerful and the lives of royalty at your mercy?"

Captian James Hook

James could feel a nice sort of buzz going as he drank most of the red queen's liquor. It was most definelty the best time when he could spend it with the queen, thinking of devious plots. But the voice that came from the archway that lead into the kitchen sobered him right back up. He scowled in Gaston's direction pulling out his gun and pointing it at him. A click could be heard as he turned the safety off. Well he hadn't become the pirate he was from making idel threats. "I'd say you're full of bull shit." he growled out, chugging down the remainder of the bottle in his hands, tossing it behind him. If he was terribly honest, James would have to say that he utterly hated Gaston, not only for the fact that Ember was obsessed with him, even though that was a large part of it, but also because he was obsessed with himself, and that just rubbed James the wrong way. "I'd rather go back to the high seas and jump in a swarm of crocodiles than work with you, no matter the reward, if that's what you're implying."

Ember

Just as she thought the night couldn't get any better, Gaston turned round the corner with his handsome angelic smile. Ember wasn't sure at first if he was just a figment of her imagination, but the click of James' gun assured her otherwise. She simply giggled and twirled dancing circles around them both.

"Royalty." She twirled herself to just behind James and raised herself on her tippy toes to whisper softly into his ear. "Think of the possibilities, the death of royalty at our hands. It's our chance to show this world what we're capable of." She then moved to his other ear, a manipulative grin curling on her face. "Our chance to show them what happens when they dare to forget us and leave us to the darkness." James was fun to play with, her own personal play toy. "We were important once." She backed off slightly and walked over to the kitchen counter and hopped a seat, bringing a knee to her chest. "Let us hear what he has to say?" Green eyes flashed innocently and pleading with him.

Gaston

He had to hold back the laughter that urged to crack through his smile, Hook's reaction to him priceless. He didn't flinch or waiver with the gun in his face, actually, it only fed is ego. Ember pranced around like the loon she truly was, and as crazy as the wench was, she did have her usefulness.

"Hook, always a pleasure. And lucky for us, you wont have to jump into any croc infested waters. I'm only your humble messenger, it'll actually be the sweet Maleficent you'll be working with." The adjective he chose to describe his meal ticket was of course, dripping with sarcasm. He had to pause a moment to let the fact sink in, the fact that Maleficent was truly alive. He slowly began to pace the room.

"Now that she is back to her lovely self," He turned to Hook with a wink and a lowered voice. "Actually, quite improved, between us." Of course, he was referring to her new appearance. Even her dragon form was more impressive than the ghostly gaunt figure of a woman she once was.

"Anyway, she wishes to exact her revenge on the Feather Brooke Kingdom, more importantly Aurora and Phillip. This is where you come in, my dear." He pointed to the nutty once upon a time queen who eyed him up and down. "She needs your manipulating expertise. There's a protection spell on the land, permitting her from entering. Either one of them needs to usher the words of an invite for Maleficent."

The fiery red head furrowed her brows and opened her mouth to speak, but Gaston was one step a head of her. "Maleficent wants them both to suffer, but Aurora may fall at your hands, as long as she falls, slowly. Prince Phillip on the other hand, he's all Malifecent's." He rested his back on the wall. "So what say you?"