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Abd al Aziz, or "Fadi" as his many friends called him, sat in his office, reading The Daily Mirror. Apparently there was a new woman in town. A strange woman. In fact, the very fact that she was here was strange. Fadi knew that no one came to Storybrooke, and no one ever left. He knew about the curse, and he knew who he was. He knew who most people were, but that was beside the point. The point was that he didn't know who this new woman was, and that bothered him. He liked to have all of his ducks in a row. And this duck was very much out of line. Just thinking about it made him annoyed. So with that, he folded up the newspaper, patted his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed, and then walked out the door.
"Yes, thank-you Leroy, see you next Monday." Doctor Hopper sighed as he closed the door. He didn't want to show favoritism to any of his patients, but his mandatory sessions with Leroy were not his favorite. Whenever Leroy was pulled in for a drunk and disorderly, he had to have several sessions with Doctor Hopper as rehabilitation. And since Leroy didn't want to be there, it only made Doctor Hopper's life more difficult. He walked over to his chair and at down. He would miss his sessions with Henry, even if it was only for a month or so. Henry was a good kid, despite his weird delusions. And being Jiminy Cricket inside some little kid's head wasn't so bad. At least then he valued whatever Dr. Hopper said. But Mayor Mills was growing more and more adamant that this delusion must disappear. Henry wouldn't stop accusing her of evil plots and calling her the "Evil Queen." Poor kid. It only made sense that he would retreat back into his fairytale land and turn on his mother when she loved him with such a selfish love. No matter how many times Dr. Hopper told her that she needed to back off a little, she still stifled Henry. And the more Dr. Hopper advised her, the angrier she became. The pressure she was putting on him was becoming unbearable. To tell the truth, he was glad that Henry could get away from her for just a moment in time. She had gotten worse ever since that woman had come to town... what was her name? Ella? Emma? That was it, Emma. He wondered what there was between those two. Oh, well. It was none of his business - for now.
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Emma sat in her apartment with Mary Margaret, since she couldn't stay at the Inn like she'd planned. It was her fault the kid found her. Some how the child travelled several states to just tell her about some crazy tale about how she's the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and to somehow top that, He claimed this whole small little town were filled with storybook characters. She felt it was her own doing, her son, whom she'd gave birth to in prison and then gave up for adoption was batshit crazy. She sighed. It didn't help that his adoptive mother was a crazy bitch and wanted nothing more then to get rid of her which made Emma want to stay all the more. It was crazy...all of it.
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Fadi walked down the street towards the apartments. He formulated what he was going to say in his mind. He had to make a positive impression on this woman, or the whole thing was useless. He rehearsed his smile and friendly demeanor until he came to the door of Mary Margaret's apartment. Then he knocked and stepped back. He knew that Emma was staying here, and he just hoped she was home.
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Emma looked up from her cup of coffee as when she heard a knock on the door. She stood up and peered out the peephole. She frowned when she didn't recognize the face. She made sure her glock was within reach, as in tucked in the back her pants. She unlocked the big brass lock and opened the door just enough for him to see her. "Yeah?" She asked with a frown on her face as she examined the man. He was new. Somebody she hadn't seen before. Henry had mentioned something about how people couldn't enter or exit Storybrooke. Boy, was he wrong.
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A woman - the woman, Fadi recognized her from the papers - opened the door just barely. 'Yeah?' she asked in a tone that could not be described as exactly friendly. Fadi smiled. "Hello. I'm Abd al Aziz, but you can call me Fadi. I heard you were new in town, and so I brought you these." he handed her the box of chocolates that he had bought. "As a welcome gift from me to you." Fadi waited for her response, expecting it to be a good one. After all, who didn't like chocolate?
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Emma scrutinized the man -Fadi as he called himself- and his box of chocolates. "Chocolates? Are you serious?" She said, her frown never leaving her face. "Who are you?" She asked him plainly.
(Gah, Sorry so short)
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Fadi frowned, taken aback by her defensive attitude. "Why, I just told you. I'm Fadi." He attempted a smile, trying to salvage the situation. "And you're Emma. Can't we be friends? You do seem like you need some of those."
(/ooc That's okay. Mine was just as short. :) )
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She usually would just take the time alone to clean, watch tv, or read, however none of those three things were suiting her mood at the moment, so she instead grabbed her black messenger bag and removed her waist-apron - revealing her red sweater dress which matched her red red elastic-trim booties.........it was off to Grannys for her usual cup of french vanilla cocoa, OJ, & cinnamon french-toast.
The walk was only a few minutes away, an once inside Jia Li would quickly throw her bag up onto the counter and hop up on a bar stool.
"Hey Ruby!" she'd yell out at the top of her lungs, hoping to scare her friend a bit - who had her back facing where Jia Li sat down.
Out of all the people in town, Ruby was the only one she could really consider a close friend, rather than just another friendly acquaintance, so Grannys was always on the top of her list as a second-home.
"Aww, did i scare ya! I's sowwie!" she'd say in a playful baby tone, before crossing her legs. There was no need to order anything, Ruby and Granny always knew what she got.....
I hope it's okay i made Ruby Jia Li's friend! >.< If not, let me know i can fix it.......
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"How many times do I have to tell you to not do that Jia...jeesh one of these times im going to get you" she chuckled putting the mug in front of Jia then turning around to pour a cup of oj, then putting that in front of Jia also. Leaning her elbows on the counter with her chin in her hands "So how is your morning going?"
((perfectly fine with me!))
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