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Dr. Henry Fines, MD

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde

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a character in “Storybook: A Grimm World”, as played by xarysin

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. f a n t a s y r e a l m . Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde

. a l t e r . "James"

. g e n d e r . Male

. a g e . 55

. s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . Asexual (H)/Hetero (J)

. o r i g i n . Enchanted Realms

. r e l a t i o n s h i pxs t a t u s . Single

. o c c u p a t i o n . Mental Health doctor/therapist

. m i s c . (not publicly known) Suffers from Dissociatve identity disorder and schizophrenia



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. e y e s . Pale blue and a bit dull except for the evidence of sleep deprivation

. h a i r . Ashy brown and thinning heavily in front. White hair dusts his temples.

. h e i g h t . 5'11"

. w e i g h t . 170lbs

. p h y s i q u e . Seemingly fit but hidden under a mass of loose clothing

. s k i n . Pallid

. s c a r s . None of note

. d e s c r i p t i o n . Dr. Henry Fines is never one to realize how disheveled he may look nor that anyone else would even be thinking about how he looked. Comfy is his only goal when it comes to his appearance. He's usually found a pair of old jeans or wrinkled khakis. He must have a dresser full of denim blue button-ups since that is almost always what he has on and is always as wrinkled as his pants. To complete the whole 'I don't care' look up, he wraps himself in a multi-colored knit sweater and slips on his well-worn Birkenstocks.

His hair, while pushed back, usually looks as if he just woke up, as do his eyes. He always looks exhausted even though he has an obvious love of coffee, drinking it whenever he can.




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(has not yet 'visited' Essex)

. e y e s . Bright blue, almost teal

. h a i r . Brown and slicked back or shaved

. h e i g h t . 5'11"

. w e i g h t . 170lbs

. p h y s i q u e . Fit and average

. s k i n . Fair

. s c a r s . None of note

. d e s c r i p t i o n . James appears to be Dr. Fine's twin but only in their DNA, not in how they dress nor act. Some say he even looks younger, especially since he does not don any facial hair. James loves fine suits and is not caught without one on unless he is disrobed. He is a man who is always well-groomed and put-together. He usually smells of a hint of clean-smelling cologne and cigars. Unlike his apparent brother, he also does not share Henry's look of constant exhaustion. He is overall, a much more refined version of Henry.




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. m u s i c a l . r e p r e s e n t a t i o n . Confession, Fight Inside

. d e m e a n o r . Quiet, a bit socially awkward

. f e a r s .People finding out about his mental health issues. He fears that one day James will take over permanently.

. v i c e ( s) . Coffee, caffeine, coffee, & coffee

. d i s l i k e s . Loud situations or people. Being flirted with.

. l i k e s . Quiet places, calming music, sleep

. f l a w s . Can have a slight stutter when nervous or stressed

. m e r i t s . Genuinely wants to help people.

. s t r e n g t h s .Resiliance

. i n t e l l i g e n c e .highly intelligence but doesn't always show it or use it

. p e r s o n a l i t y . Henry is pretty introverted but enjoys his trips to the local cafe. He is pretty quiet but he likes to observe. Sometimes he butts in on conversations but not to be rude but because he thinks he is being helpful. He can seem nervous and jittery due to the high amounts of caffeine he consumes. Certain tense or overwhelming situations can cause a bit of a stutter. He is not a fan of crowded or loud places. He is often lost in his own thoughts.



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(has not yet 'visited' Essex)

. m u s i c a l . r e p r e s e n t a t i o n . Notorious, Bad Reputation

. d e m e a n o r . Bold, brazen, flirtatious

. f e a r s .Being elimated by Henry

. v i c e ( s) .Alcohol, smoking

. d i s l i k e s .Henry, boring people and situations, responsiblity

. l i k e s .Fine scotch whiskey, cigars, spending Henry's money

. f l a w s .Can be an asshole

. m e r i t s .The jury is still out

. s t r e n g t h s .Confident

. i n t e l l i g e n c e . Highly intelligent and manipulative.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . James is the opposite of Henry in almost every way. He stands tall with pride in himself. He loves himself and makes sure others know it. He is confident and bold, not afraid to say anything that may come into his corrupt mind. His favorite thing to do is to screw up Henry's life in some way by spending his money, destroying his relationships, and generally getting him into trouble.



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Henry Jekyll grew up in a dark, dirty milling town in the Enchanted Realm, surrounded by what his father would call men's men. His mother died early in his life, too early to remember, and was left to the whims of his 'man's man' father and brother. Henry was not a tough kid. He was skinny and pale and didn't like to get dirty. He was the opposite of his brother and brought no pride to his father. He was a tiny, frail black sheep. His father tried to toughen him up for a time but eventually gave up and instead took it upon himself to berate and tear down his son about his size and temperament whenever he could. 'You'll never amount to anything' and all that.

When he was twenty he was accepted into a big city medical college on a scholarship and was able to free himself from his father's home by living in dormitories. When he departed his father had nothing more to say than he was wasting his time. Henry spent years in school earning the title of Doctor of Physical Medicine. He excelled in pharmaceuticals and was praised for his ability to create new tinctures and droughts for ailments.

Now almost 30, he opened his own practice and pharmacy but he quickly found how tough life was outside of the dormitories and in the real world of the dark city. He was frequently robbed and strongarmed. He could do nothing to fend the thieves off. He was too afraid to shoot a gun and had no strength to match them. All the feelings of inadequacy from his youth were bubbling up.

The last straw was the fateful day the thugs came to collect while the woman Henry fancied, Abigail, was visiting the pharmacy. He was again robbed of any coin he had and all his laudanum. She was also forced to give up her purse and Henry was left with a black eye when he tried to intervene. He could do nothing to stop them.

Henry shut himself in his offices and vowed to create something, some miracle elixir, that would bring out that dominant nature his weakling body was hiding inside. After weeks of failures, accidental poisonings, and sleepless nights, he emerged with something.. unnatural. He didn't remember exactly how it had affected him the night he tested it, just that his apartments were thrashed and trashed. Things he'd never be able to break were broken. He was too deep in his madness and humiliation to consider the dangers.

Abigail visited again, worried that her friend had been closed off for weeks. The same street thugs paid him a visit that afternoon as well. When they started throwing around threats when Henry refused to give them anything, he took the elixir. To everyone's horror, Henry's body contorted and grew, bulging with muscles but in a most unnatural fashion. His clothing tore and there was wickedness in his eyes. Sadly in the uncontrolled mayhem, Abigail was also a victim of this alter ego.

Desperate and destroyed, Henry could not keep the call of the man known as Edward Hyde at bay. He was always poking and prodding in Henry's mind causing him to succumb to the elixir. The cursed washed over just as the police were gaining on the truth.



Dr. Henry Fines has memories of always being the odd one out. He never fit in and he had a hard time keeping his intelligence from rubbing people the wrong way. He began hearing a voice in his head quite young and it took a while before he realized this was not normal. The voice was an amalgam of all the bullies that had ever picked on him, berating him. Some days he could tune it out, others he could hardly bear it, but he suffered in secret.

He managed to continue what looked like a normal life throughout school and into college. He graduated magna cum laude at Harvard and quickly set up practice in New York as a licensed psychiatrist, keeping his own mental health issues a secret from the medical board, not having ever been officially diagnosed. With an unadmitted desire to cure himself, he chose the career to help others avoid the suffering he experienced every day.

However, over the years, still suffering in secret from schizophrenia, he developed dissociative identity disorder as well. His alter, James, appeared in front of a colleague one afternoon. When he was himself again and his colleague told him what had happened he begged him not to report him to the licensing board and left the practice.

Dr. Henry Fines found his way to Essex somehow. He was drawn to the small town and decided that would be the place to land... and hide. James still speaks to him every day, berating him, trying to break Henry so he can be let out.
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So begins...

Dr. Henry Fines, MD's Story

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Character Portrait: Elena Lux Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt Character Portrait: Adrien Duval Character Portrait: Lorelei Voigt Character Portrait: Ricardo Trujillo Character Portrait: Dr. Henry Fines, MD Character Portrait: Hugo Lund Character Portrait: Ben Thompson
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Hugo was glad for Adrien to interrupt his moment with Elena. He took the offered drink with a gracious, ”Great timing.” There tended to be only so much “small talk” he could take. Like many men, he wasn’t really all that fond of being in the presence of women. Pursuing them was certainly a fun little game, though.

"And who is the latest woman on your list? Can't say I've met her."

Hugo smiled at Adrien’s question, answering with a quick and simple, Elena, He took a sip from his whiskey, ”Just moved to town, she’s a teacher or something,” He shrugged, ”Truth be told, she’s a little dull, but I get the sense that she’s eager to please.” And that suited Hugo just fine; he wasn’t generally interested in women for their personalities. Sure, the ability to hold an interesting conversation was a plus, and would keep a woman in a more… Regular rotation, as far as flirting was concerned, but a pretty face and a nice rack could get a lady anywhere as far as Hugo was concerned.

He glanced around the room, most of the ladies looked nice, though there were a few… Questionable outfits. Not as if it mattered, but it did make him question some people’s mental stability. ”And what about you?” Talking with Adrien was an art, not a science, and Hugo tried to carefully tread the line between familiarity and not giving too much away. They were friends, yes, but with men such as them there was always going to be that inherent power struggle. ”You and Liesl looked pretty cozy,” The tone was appreciative, approving. Liesl was a good choice when you wanted something easy and fun.

He was just thinking about how boring the auction was, and even considered lamenting on how these events were never as exciting as he would like, when he spotted Liesl with Ricardo Trujillo. If there was one thing Hugo was aware of, it was Adrien’s general distaste for Ricardo. And as Ricardo sidled up to Adrian’s assistant (Lauren, right?), Hugo knew things had the potential to get interesting. A sideways glance at Adrien, How’s he going to handle this? It was hard to guess if Adrien would let it go or push the matter. Hugo had never found Adrien to be a particularly forgiving sort, though.

”Well isn’t that interesting,” He mused aloud, taking another sip of his drink.







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"Good evening, Mr. Thompson. I see you've found something?”

Ben about jumped out of his skin when he heard Dr. Fines. He’d been so engrossed in his thoughts about the pocket watch he hadn’t even heard the man approaching. ”Dr. Fines,” He said, returning the greeting, and then he glance back at the pocket watch, ”Yeah,” He shrugged, turning his attention back to the doctor, ”It’s an interesting piece.” He knew that wasn’t the answer that Henry wanted, the doctor would probably love it if Ben would go into detail about his decision to bid on an antique pocket watch despite how they both knew clocks bothered him.

If Ben were being honest, he didn’t understand it, himself. What was he going to do with the thing? Put it on the mantle to remind him of the clocks that counted down to losing his hand? He certainly wasn't going to fix it up and use it.

"You haven't been by in some time. How are you handling things?

This was where Ben had to be careful with how he handled himself. The wrong answer, and he was fairly sure the doctor would insist Ben stop in within the next day or so to discuss his feelings or… Something. He wasn’t sure if Dr. Fines was probing him to try to figure out his mental state or just making a poor attempt at small talk, but he didn’t like it either way. Truth be told, Ben’s handle on “things” was shaky at best on the most ideal of days; despite the years it had been, he still held a lot of bitterness and anger towards the loss of his hand, which was often the focus of their scattered sessions.

”About as well as I generally do, Henry.” Ben could be difficult, in that way that he liked to remind people what he thought of them. ”And how are you handling things?” He raised an eyebrow in a mocking way, then shook his head, waving off his own comment with his right hand. He didn’t care. As much as he liked to pretend it annoyed him, he liked talking about himself and his thoughts, and would rather focus on that.

”Some of the items are very strange, don’t you think?” If the doctor wanted to talk to Ben, he would indulge the man. For a moment, anyway. ”What do you think it says about someone who bids on something useless?” He smiled, but there was a bit of wickedness in his grin. Ben wondered if Henry would give him some sort of speech about nothing being useless if someone attached value to it (boring), or told him he couldn’t possibly diagnose someone based on their shopping habits (even more boring), but either way he liked asking questions that put the attention anywhere besides his own fucked up head. When he wanted to see the doctor about his problems, he’d go on his own accord. Surely the doctor would have time in his schedule for Ben.

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Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt Character Portrait: Adrien Duval Character Portrait: Dr. Henry Fines, MD Character Portrait: Hugo Lund Character Portrait: Ben Thompson Character Portrait: John Carpenter
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It wasn’t rare for Ben to quickly regret choosing to engage with someone, and it was quite often Dr. Fines he regretted speaking with… Even during their sporadic sessions. And, as the doctor brought up the damn pocket watch, he felt the irritation rise up within him.

"You didn't give this one your usual abhorrent look. Something different about this one?"

Ben smiled, reserved and completely in control, but with the edge of something much darker just waiting to lash out. He wouldn’t do that, not here. Most everyone in the room had heard him yell at his staff down at the diner, but this was different. It was supposed to be a classy event, so he swallowed down his emotions, though he was sure the doctor noticed them in his eyes. Fucker noticed everything. He was just getting ready to say something witty and totally false when someone came around and slapped his ass. Ben was fully prepared to be furious, but when he saw it was John, he simply shot the other man a disapproving frown. "Lookin' good, my man!"

”You look like shit.” Ben shot back, with a smile for good measure. John was more than used to him being rude and terrible, but he really did look like shit. Someone had to be honest with him.

Truthfully, though Ben knew he wouldn’t, he’d hoped John would stick around and save him from this conversation with Fines. Ben didn’t look back at Fines, but he felt the doctor looking at him. Ben knew the man expected him to answer the question, even given the interruption.

”If you must know,” Ben said, getting ready to be uncharacteristically honest with the doctor, ”I’ve a terrible habit of pursuing things that make me uncomfortable,” He paused, giving Fines a quick once-over, ”Like you, I suppose. Think I’ll be tossing the watch into the river if I win it, though.” Ben nodded, ready to be free of Henry’s presence. ”Another time, doc.”

He turned, glancing around the room for something- anything, really- that caught his eye. People were dancing, drinking, laughing. Drinking it was. That was one of his favorite pastimes. He started walking in that direction before he realized that the bar was a little crowded. Maybe he’d rethink that. He sort of settled into meandering instead of walking with a purpose then, he didn’t much care if Dr. Fines felt brushed aside.






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"Well... We all know how Liesl is." Hugo nodded, he was well acquainted with Liesl, and knew exactly how she was. It didn’t bother him that Adrien was going after her, but something about knowing he’d slept with her first was fulfilling to him.

As Liesl strode over, Adrien steaming by his side, Hugo calmly sipped his drink. There was something amusing in seeing Adrien get all wound up over the little things. Of course Liesl was going to do what, and who, she wanted. Hugo understood the feud going on there, but Liesl wasn’t exactly someone to get all jealous and worked up over. She was fun, sure, and drop-dead gorgeous to boot, but she wasn’t a prize by any means.

But he also knew how Adrien was… A bit like a toddler, especially when it came to Trujillo. Hugo tended to sit quietly when Ricardo was brought up; he didn’t have anything personal against the man, but staying friends with Adrien was good for him. It was easiest to have no opinion and pretend you weren’t quite bright enough to piece together the puzzle.

Hugo raised an eyebrow as Liesl took Adrien’s drink- she was bold, he’d give her that. He didn’t really bother to hide how it amused him, smiling into his drink as he only halfway pretended not to be there. "Hugo and I are going to go dance," Were they? Hugo tipped his glass back, finishing the last of his whiskey as Liesl took his hand, dropping it off on the nearest surface.

”See you, Adrien.”

Hugo let Liesl pull him out on the dancefloor- and why wouldn’t he? She was beautiful, she was enjoyable enough to be around, and most importantly he was sure this was driving Adrien crazy.

"Can I just say,” Hugo raised an eyebrow, hands resting comfortably on her hips, "Sex shouldn't be complicated by feuds."

Hugo laughed, a gentle chuckle that made his eyes crinkle, and shook his head. ”Absolutely not,” He said, leaning in even closer to whisper in her ear, ”That’s what love is for, I think, and last I read everyone dies in those stories.” He pulled away from her ear, gently shaking his head, ”It’s childish,” Whether he was referring to love or the feud was anyone’s guess, ”But I suppose it’s something we all have to live with, isn’t it?”

Whether he had meant love or the feud, it did seem to be something one had to put up with to be human, or live in Essex. Hugo hated it all as much as anyone else. Love was a ridiculous waste of time, and this damn feud seemed to accomplish little more than get Adrien riled up. But Adrien was a powerful man, and staying in (or at least near) his good graces was just the smart thing to do, as far as Hugo was concerned.

He fixed Liesl with a concentrated look, as if trying to read her mind, ”If you get tired of Adrien and his bullshit,” He started, not doubting in the slightest that Liesl knew where this was heading, ”The rest of my evening is still free.” He knew it was petty, but oh how he would delight in snatching Adrien’s prize out from under him. Of course, he also knew how Liesl was; she was definitely playing the both of them, and one way or another she was likely to get something she wanted.

As they turned across the dancefloor, Hugo had to admit there was some humor in the situation. He didn’t think he’d ever really danced with Liesl; they normally skipped past the courting dances and pleasantries right to what they both knew they wanted out of each other. He didn’t mind it, but it felt like a waste of time if he was being honest. He could be putting moves on someone who didn’t give out as easily.

”Is he watching?” Hugo asked, after a time, ”That’s what you want, right?” he wasn’t entirely sure what game she was playing, but he thought that might be it.

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Character Portrait: Elena Lux Character Portrait: Roman Scarrott Character Portrait: John Waldmann Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt Character Portrait: Adrien Duval Character Portrait: Grayson Hughes Character Portrait: Peter Llewelyn Character Portrait: Lorelei Voigt Character Portrait: Ciaran Paine Character Portrait: Ricardo Trujillo Character Portrait: Paisley Lawrence Character Portrait: Nora Weis Character Portrait: Mahin Hassud Character Portrait: Minerva Moreau Character Portrait: Rhiannon O'Connor Character Portrait: Liana Roth Character Portrait: Dr. Henry Fines, MD Character Portrait: Lene Kim Character Portrait: Hugo Lund Character Portrait: Ben Thompson Character Portrait: John Carpenter Character Portrait: Bermuda Siren Character Portrait: Rowan Renou Character Portrait: Natalya Volkov Character Portrait: Kiana T'Nae Character Portrait: Gabriel Zagré
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There was much to do still and not a lot of time left to do them. This night could not last forever, as pained as Mrs. Picket felt for all involved. As she walked through the gala she noted the relationships that have formed, and part of her knew that happiness would be broken as the curse slowly lifted. But this was for the best, she told herself over and over again. They did not belong in this earthly realm, for every precious moment spent living their best lives in Essex, the Enchanted Realm withered away thanks to the vile curse of the Evil Queen. It wouldn't be long until it was gone for good. The people needed their beacons of hope, but they are all here in Essex.

Several fancy individuals went around the auction tables, presumably to look at the bids placed. They took about 30 minutes, or so, to close the auction and place the winning number on each item. It was a silent auction, after all.

After a while, the music died down and Mrs. Picket took the stage front and center. Waiters and waitresses carried trays of champaign, offering one thin fluke to each person. She was given a mic, tapped it a couple of times, did the comical and fun one, two, three . . . test, test. She laughed a little to lighten the mood because there was nothing joyous about the occasion. Those that have lived miserable lives in the Enchanted Realm had grown content here, but Mrs. Picket's magic would soon shred their reality.

"What a wonderful night. It's been lovely to see all these faces together in one spot," she smiled as best she could. Of course, it was easy for her - she had such a bright outward appearance and personality that it was hard to see her as anything but jovial. She's just a happy old lady! "The silent auction has ended. You will find the winning bids place on the items," she gestured toward the various auction tables. There were, indeed, large white cards placed near each item with the number of its owner. It didn't matter if someone outbid them or if someone bid on their behalf; the digits would match whomever the item belonged to.

"I know, I know," she paced to and fro, adding a little comedy to her routine, "Such an eclectic inventory, right? And that's putting it nicely." She paused for the obligatory laughs. No one would leave an old lady hanging, even if her humor was dry, right?

She raised her glass in the air toward those gathered. They were waiting for her to get to the point, and she gets that. It's a long night and there are far too many personalities here for everything to remain pleasant. "The proceeds from the auction will go toward those suffering without hope." She paused, took a look around the room, and smiled lightly. Come tomorrow, this throng of good Essex people will be shattered. "Dance, be merry, and enjoy each other. Tomorrow will mark a new beginning in Essex. But I hope you will always remember that there is always hope. Hope in the world, in each other, and even in that which is hopeless - be it a person or situation. Believe in change. Believe in... goodness."

She wanted to sigh because certain individuals here were not going to change for anything. But she proceeded to be content in her vague ramblings. Maybe many would just dismiss her as an old senile lady, for she is quite geriatric. "So let's toast to that - hope, for it can be found in even the darkest places. Even in... all of this," she gestured around to the auction tables once more with a free hand.

After finishing off her drink, she addressed them for the last time. "Well, it's been lovely, dearies. My job here is done, and I must go." She left the stage, allowed others to say their good-byes to her and she to them. The Enchanted Realm had so few heroes within it to help stave off the Evil Queen's magic, and the Fairy Godmother was one of them. Even just spending a few hours here could have caused harm.

With that, Mrs. Picket left the building and went back from whence she came. She took one last look at Essex and the dimly lit streets before she "poofed" away as though she was never here. However, unlike she had intended in the beginning, she'd leave the residents a memory of her as to take a few words to heart later.

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Meanwhile, in the Enchanted Realm whole cities, kingdoms, and minor-realms were at war with one another. Many of them were headed by the co-conspirators of Jafar or the Evil Queen, both with the same goal in mind. The Realm was decaying at a rapid rate, and no one knew who to blame for the mess. The skies everywhere were a dour shade of grey, and the flora and fauna were diseased and deathly. Everyone was frightened because they were without proper leadership. The loss of certain characters meant the end of hope.

The Fairy Godmother returned to a small clearing in the Enchanted Forest that was kept alive by the magic of herself and a few others. She stepped into a small hut and nodded slowly, "They will come. Of that, I have no doubt."

The Blue Fairy, the six Fairies that blessed Aurora, and even the one that was said to have cursed Beast, were all having dinner at a large round table. It wasn't anything special; just stew. "We'll see," one of the six Fairies scoffed. "We should still look for a way to break this curse. Just in case. Who'd want to return to this?"

The Blue Fairy laughed solemnly, "Ah, yes - that will be quite the dilemma. Won't it?"

The Fairy Godmother peered out of a window. The skies were clear here, but she could see the tendrils of dark light stretching slowly toward them. "Hope, ladies. Hope. It's the only thing we have left."

They would all agree to disagree. Some of them felt that these were the end of days, and others were more optimistic. However, they were all realistic. Realistically, life was hell in the Enchanted Realm - even for those that supposedly had their "Happy Endings" - whatever that meant. Life here was no storybook.


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There was a moment of disappointment that came over El as the music faded, and unfortunately, the dancing came to an end. Her cheeks were still flushed after being twirled across the dancefloor while she reached out to take the offered champagne glass. This evening was turning out rather well, definitely a nice break from her usually busy work schedule. She made her way towards the stage while sipping lightly at her drink.

At the mention that the winning bids were being placed, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing back towards the tables. An eagerness welled up within her, hoping that at least one of the bids she’d placed had won out. Especially for one particular item. Just that thought nearly brought her to start heading that way, but that would not be polite. So while she did shift impatiently, Ellie remained where she was. It was much harder to pay attention to what was being said, but specific phrases still stuck out.

“Dance, be merry, and enjoy each other. Tomorrow will mark a new beginning in Essex.” There was something in the way a ‘new beginning’ was said that brought an uneasiness within her. It didn’t sound ominous, but some gut instinct was stirring within. Maybe she was overreacting. Her head tilted down for but a moment, fingers drifting across the glass she held before she shook it off. Why allow such thoughts to mess with a wonderful evening?

With the speech over, she downed the champagne and set the glass aside. She resisted the urge to run, especially in her heels that might not end so well, but she did move rather quickly to the auction tables. It was not very pleasant to see that most of her bids did not come through; she would have loved to have the silver handheld mirror; it was so pretty. All that disappointment evaporated at the sight of the item she did get. A wide grin spread across her lips as she picked the object up and admired it fondly. This was worth every cent she spent on it, even if others may not see it that way.

Holding the item close, she turned partway to look around the room. It seemed that with the speech and auction closing, most people were choosing to take their leave. She would have loved one more dance to linger a bit longer. Oh well. As she turned to make her way to the exit, the young woman did see Dr. Fines heading towards the door. She hadn't even realized the good Doctor was here! "Hey, Doc-!" The words had barely passed her lips before he blasted past without even turning his head. How odd; Ellie hoped the man was okay. He was a dear friend after everything he'd done when her father had passed. Perhaps tomorrow, she would track him down and have lunch together.

Ellie made her way out the city hall's front doors with her prize cradled within the crook of one arm. Only to pause as she took in the scene outside. She came too late to see Grayson arresting Duval; the car had already driven off. But she did get a good view of Lorelei getting into Ricardo Trujillo's car. Her brows shot up with surprise at this turn of events. "Huh... Interesting." She wondered what would come of this, hopefully, nothing tragic. With another shake of her head, she glided down the stairs and made her way to her car. The best way she could think to end the night would be a glass of wine, a good book, a comfy chair, and eventually falling asleep.