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Elena Lux

Rapunzel

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a character in “Storybook: A Grimm World”, originally authored by EsmeBheart, as played by RolePlayGateway

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§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . Lane, Lux (by close friends)

§ . g e n d e r . female

§ . a g e . 27 (2/24/94)

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . demisexual pansexual

§ . o r i g i n . Corona (Rapunzel), Provincetown, MA (Elena)

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

§ . r o l e . hero, neutral good

§ . o c c u p a t i o n . art teacher



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§ . e y e s . doe shaped eyes that are a cinnamon brown color

§ . h a i r . naturally jet black, dyed to a light golden brown that comes down just past her chest

§ . h e i g h t . 5’7

§ . w e i g h t . 129

§ . p h y s i q u e . slim, triangle shape


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§ . d e m e a n o r . very soft spoken, shy but with a heart of gold

§ . f e a r s . being alone, feeling trapped, not having a choice

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . when you first meet elena you might not even remember you did, as she doesn't take up much space in a room and is fine with that. she would much rather be present in the conversation than be left out. she's pining for something more in life, a deeper connection, someone to fall in love with, or even just a close friend. due to growing up in such a sheltered environment, she hasn't had the most opportunities to thrive in a social setting. she hopes with the move to essex she can grow more in that area.

it's hard to get elena to trust you as she didn't have much social interaction growing up, however, once she lets her walls down you have someone who would lay down their life for you. If you break that trust it's nearly an impossible task for her to grow to trust you again. with her battling her trust issues it can get complicated for her as she wants someone she can be close to.

when elena finds something she likes, she will put everything into it as she does with painting. It's a good bet that whenever she has some downtime there will be a paintbrush in her hand. she can easily hyper-fixate on certain things that pique her interest. she recently found out that she's on the autism spectrum, this can come up in another way in how she read social cues.



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§ . s t r e n g t h s . fighting, medicine, vision

§ . w e a k n e s s . social cues, trusting people, standing up for herself

§ . h e a l i n g / y o u t h . when (rapunzel) would sing her hair would glow a brilliant gold color and heal wounds and reverse aging. this is likely the reason she has a more youthful look.

§ . p r o p h e c yx p a i n t i n g . when painting sometimes rapunzel would get a vision of what to paint, when ever that happened what she painted would become reality


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While the queen was pregnant with Rapunzel, she grew very ill. Not wanting to lose his wife and his unborn baby the King of Corona sent the knights out a task to retrieve the rare sundrop flower, as he read that this might be able to save his family. The mission was successful and the queen drank from a bowl with the flower in it. The queen was able to fully recover and a month later gave birth to the princess of corona, Rapunzel who was born with long blond hair. The king and queen were puzzled but were told that the sundrop flower had likely granted Rapunzel some oddities. The kingdom rejoiced as the queen as well and had brought a beautiful baby into the world. However soon the kingdom would receive some dark news, in the middle of the night baby Rapunzel was stolen from her bassinet and wouldn't be seen again for almost two decades.

Rapunzel was locked away to grow up in an isolated tower under the strict "care" of Mother Gothel who used Rapunzel's magic to keep herself young. Rapunzel would spend every day in that tower, not being able to leave as the outside world was too dangerous for her. She would only see mother gothel, so she would paint to pass the time. One thing she loved was that every year without fail on her birthday she would see what seemed like thousands of lanterns floating up in the far-off sky. She would ask mother gothel to see the floating light every year but was never granted her wish. It was a normal day for Rapunzel when a man by the name of Flynn Rider, climbed up into her tower and she quickly apprehended him. She saw this as the only chance to have her one wish come true, see the lights. She took a crown he had in his bag as curatorial, only giving it back if she brought her to see the lights. Stepping out into the real world with Flynn changed everything for her she saw the beauty, and the ugly in the world and knew she couldn't go back. She fell in love with Flynn on this trip and wanted to spend her life outside of the tower with him. Rapunzel in the outside world learned that she wasn't Mother gothel's daughter but the princess. She and Flynn would end up killing her Step-Mother, She and Flynn would return to the kingdom and wed. Finally getting her happily ever after, or so she thought.

Ten years would pass when an evil sorceress found out about Rapunzels' powers. The sorceress would use her magic and manipulate Flynn driving a wedge between the two. With the promise of power, Flynn would betray Rapunzel. Flynn would lock Rapunzel away in a hidden dungeon to rot. As Flynn took the role of the king alongside one of the sorceress daughters disguised as Rapunzel, that would successfully overthrow the real Rapunzel locking her away from everything she loved.

Elena is under the impression that she grew up in Provincetown, MA. Being homeschooled for most of her childhood, isolated, and without many friends. She would get a passion for art, even going to art school in college. Elena would struggle to try to make ends meet, she became a substitute art teacher and loved her job. When she got the chance to work full time in Essex, CT she jumped at it, moving to the town and has been here for just under a month.



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So begins...

Elena Lux's Story

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Character Portrait: Elena Lux Character Portrait: Roman Scarrott Character Portrait: John Waldmann Character Portrait: Paisley Lawrence Character Portrait: Grayson Hughes Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt
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~ Once Upon A Time ~
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It would seem, that in the Realm of Enchantment, there are heroes and there are villains. At least, that's what we were all told anyway. The truth is this - we don't know their real stories. We don't know why the villains became the bad characters we know and the heroes the pinnacle of goodness. The Realm of Enchantment is not truly painted in black and white in the way that the books and movies would tell us. In this world, one would be surprised to find out that not all things are as we were told...

The Enchanted Realm is in chaos. Villains are sick of the world they live in where the "heroes" are free to live their lives and all others are condemned. They want their freedom, too. They have been wronged and their pasts have been twisted beyond belief. They do have a purpose in life. They have a will to live. The desire, most of all, their very own happy ending. However, with the heroes standing in their way at every turn, they have come to only one conclusion - the good guys would have to die.

Jafar was one of these villains. He had the most powerful weapon in all of the Enchanted Realm at his greedy fingertips; the omnipotent Genie. With the help of so many other misunderstood characters wallowing on their seeming unhappy-ever-afters, a plan to bring death to all of the Realm's "heroes" was conceived. As others across the Realm heard news of this dark plan, they began to try to figure out how to stop it.

However, they could not stop Jafar. In their finals moments, the heroes that knew death was coming clung to the most powerful white magic in all the Realm - hope. It was this hope that, when Jafar's magic swept across the Realm, kept their physical bodies alive and thrust them through a rift between Enchantment and the real world. The rift created a town out of nothing called Storybook, Connecticut - known to the real world as Essex. The people that enter can't ever seem to leave, and it doesn't exist on any map.

Jafar was not happy that his plan did not work exactly, but upon discovering that they were in a new place, he had the Genie erase everyone's memories and give them new lives in this new world. He kept certain villains with their memories intact. He currently runs the Councillor's office under Mayor Catherine Wyland. Those in charge are in complete control of everyone, yet everyone else thinks they are living a perfectly normal life.

This is their happily-ever-after, and they intend to keep it that way - no matter what.

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An only lady came tumbling out of a well in the woods, falling flat on her face! She got up, wiped away the dirt, and pat down her fluffy blue dress. "My, my, my, what a trip! What a trip." She took a quick look around her surroundings. It's the middle of the night and most of the town of Essex is asleep or in their homes. She walked down a beaten path until a road was found, at which point she could see the sleepy streets and dark buildings.

"Where am I?" she asked, adjusting the glasses to sit better across her nose. Her eyes scrunched and she dipped a hand into her dress and produced a wand. "Let's see what we can do about this mess. It's quite the mess!" The old lady already knew what had happened to the Enchanted characters, but she didn't know how to fix the problem. She had magic, but she didn't have enough of it to awaken the whole town. Instead, she decided that she could do something else... She did not come here without a plan, after all.

She bippity-boppity-booped herself from one building and home to the next; acquiring items and placing them in a seemingly endless magic bag. Underneath everyone's doors, except for the villains that were well-aware of Essex and its true nature, were given invitations to a formal silent auction event at the city hall. For those vile beings that still retained their memories, she had something else - magic that would put them to sleep for twenty-four hours. That would be enough time to allow everyone else to enjoy the event and get back what belonged to them - their memories.

The Enchanted Realm was falling apart due to key characters having been ripped away and thrown into this prison. It is time for them to come home, but they'd have to remember who they are, first.

As quietly as the Fairy Godmother came, she seemed to disappear. But not back into the Enchanted Realm, rather as the out-of-town host to the black-tie event.

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And that is where the citizens of Storybook are tonight on a warm summer evening around 6 pm at city hall. Upon entering they are greeted by a humble doorman, and the normally bland interior is alight with grandeur, enchantment and alive with gentle classical music.

Mrs. Picket is there to greet them with a smile on her face, directing everyone toward the grand hall that had been refurbished into a room fit for dance, entertainment, and food.

Hugging one of the walls are long tables that have items to be silently auctioned off. Little to the knowledge of the Enchanted characters, they are items that belonged to them in their fairytale origins. They feel compelled to bid on their trinkets, no matter how absurd they were or how little money they had. Every so often, a little magic would make sure that no one was outbid by either erasing higher bids or placing an extra zero or two by certain names.

Mrs. Picket operated under the notion that all money would be donated to charity, but there'd be no money at all. Mrs. Picket was putting all of her faith, the lives of those still in the Enchanted Realm, in the hands of these few. This was the only way to begin breaking the spell Jafar cast upon the town.


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Elena clutched the invitation in her hand smiling before grabbing her purse and leaving the comfort of her house before heading to the Town Hall. Taking a moment to gather herself, Elena took some deep breaths, while rapping her fingers on the car's steering wheel. Watching some of the town's people trickle in Elena took one last look in the car's mirror, and tucked an out-of-place hair behind her ear before making her way inside.

As she made her way in she was greeted by Ms. Picket. "Welcome on in Elena, I'm glad you were able to make it." she smiled and handed her a numbered ticket. "I hope you enjoy what we have to offer, and the company." Elena smiled back "Thank you." she said while twirling the paper branded with #127 in between her fingers. Elena entered the main room calming her nerves one last time.

Taken aback by the grandiose décor, and the fashion of the people milling about Elena tugged on her jacket suddenly feeling underdressed for this event. As she looked around she found herself staring at two people in the northside of the room. She couldn't help but stare, something about them was drawing her in, how they looked, how they held themselves, or something else entirely. Whatever the reason was Elena shook her head and decided it would be best to leave them as she would be too nervous to add herself into their conversation. She took her mind off them and started to peruse the items up for the auction.

Fidgeting with the rings on her fingers she looked at the tables, nothing catching her eyes yet. Elena had ended making her way to the two people she saw earlier. Trying not to be rude she pretended to look at one of the items, a pair of old ballet slippers while she listened in on the two. Only able to catch one of their names, Olive, before her anxiety got the best of her, she turned down the aisle.

Elena was just about to give up trying to find anything when some sunlight broke through the curtains reflecting off a mirror and hitting her eyes. "Ahh" Elena blinked her eyes and stepped out of the sunray looking at what just blinded her. Elena picked up the brass mirror, it was cold to the touch, but something about it made Elena feel warm inside. She turned it in her hands seeing a hairline crack in the mirror only piqued her interest in the item. She carefully placed the mirror down to pick up the comb it came with. It seemed to fit perfectly in her hand as if it was made for her she ran her hands over the fine-tooth comb smiling. Elena put the comb back down and placed a bid of 265. She winced as she wrote down the number she didn't have much income after the move, but the piece, for some reason was worth it.

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Character Portrait: Elena Lux Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt Character Portrait: Adrien Duval Character Portrait: Olive Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Hugo Lund Character Portrait: Ben Thompson
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It wasn’t every day that they had a charity auction in Essex, and Hugo would take any excuse to go out and flaunt a bit. Getting dressed for these events was something he’d done more when he was younger, lived in a bigger city. He liked it, liked being seen, feeling important, even if it was just for bidding on whatever sorts of things had been dredged up for this auction.

It wasn’t a long drive from his place to city hall (really, it wasn’t a long drive to get much of anywhere in Essex), so Hugo wasn’t worried at all about arriving too late. Things seemed to be in full swing by the time Hugo arrived, which suited him fine. There were few things in life more awkward than being the first to arrive at a social event. One last look in the mirror to be sure he looked appropriately dashing and he was heading up the stairs and into the building. Mrs. Picket found him shortly after he entered, ”Mr. Lund,” She said, ”Thank you for attending.” There was something about this woman that was familiar in an unpleasant, yet somehow disarming, way.

”Thank you for the invitation.” Hugo grinned, showing off his practiced authenticity. Mrs. Picket gave him a slip of paper with a number on it for the bidding, 144, and he figured he may as well look around.

Adrien was there, but he was busy enough with Liesl, and there was no way Hugo was interrupting that. Instead, Hugo decided to browse through the items, himself. Jewelry, old weaponry, random pieces of junk. Hugo could spot at least one thing in the room that probably belonged in a dumpster instead of an auction. But what did he know? Some of the items were truly interesting, though: an old rifle, an oil lamp… The mayor’s jewelry, paired with some tacky headband. Weird.

When he came across a gold ring, though, something about it pulled him in. It wasn’t overly ornate, but there was something about it. So he picked it up, turned it over between his fingers. He didn’t need this, and yet… He knew he had to bid on it. How much was he willing to pay for a ring like this? $1000, he wanted it. If someone else wanted it more than he did, they’d pay more. Besides, this was charity. Maybe he’d bid on that oil lamp too, it was an interesting piece.

He was considering the merits of checking out the catering table when someone caught his eye. Elena Lux. Hugo didn’t know her well. Hell, they’d hardly actually spoken since she moved into town, but she was pretty, and familia,r and talking to her seemed like a decent enough way to spend at least a little chunk of his evening.

”It’s... Elena, right?” He was careful to approach after she seemed finished inspecting that mirror she’d seemed interested in. ”I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Hugo.” He put a hand on his chest, flashed a brilliant smile, ”I don’t want to be presumptuous,” That was a lie, Hugo loved to be presumptuous if he could get away with it, ”But it looks like you could use some company.” He cleared his throat and glanced off to the side, a gesture meant to display some sort of false modesty or bashfulness, ”I was just going to see if they had any desserts over at the catering tables, if you were interested.”






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Benjamin Thompson liked stuff. You never knew what kinds of treasures you might find if you were willing to look; so when he received an invitation to an auction, he really couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He decided to close down the diner early, they’d likely have such a slow night it wouldn’t have been worth being open, anyway. And as he arrived and saw that most of the town seemed to be attending the event, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d made the right decision. Ben was greeted at the door. He wasn’t the most sociable on the best of days, but he smiled politely and accepted the number he’d been given. Silent auctions were much calmer than the standard kind, he had to admit.

He happily went looking at the various items on display, all of them interesting in their own ways, even if some of them were a bit more… Unique. He was just staring down a pretty ordinary looking axe, trying to discern what the hell it was doing here, when he heard an annoyingly familiar voice in his ear. ”“Benny boo, I didn’t expect you to show up and you look quite dapper if I do say so myself,”

”Hello, Olive.” He shot back, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of riling him up (because he knew that was the goal). He turned his head too look at her, raising an eyebrow, ”What do you want?”

“Do you know if they have liquor, or do you have any stashed on you, perchance?”

Ben rolled his eyes, ”Do I look like I work here? Fuck off.” But he reached into his coat and passed a flask over to her. He had to be prepared for the chance they didn’t have any booze at this thing. Ben came for the auction, but he didn’t come to stand around and stroke any rich fucker’s ego. ”Just a sip,” He insisted, before nodding his head in the direction of the bar, ”Think the bar’s that way, bet they have all the fruity drinks you can get your hands on. Probably water the shit down, though.”

After a moment, he snapped his fingers, insisting on getting the flask back before Olive had the chance to wander off with it. ”If you’ll excuse me,” He said, words much more polite than his tone, ”I didn’t come here to talk to you.” After securing the flask, he went back to looking at the various items on auction. His right hand was in his pocket, leaving his hook to swing by his side as he walked. There was this pocket watch that kept catching his eye. He didn’t know what it was about the thing. He didn’t need a pocket watch; it wasn’t practical for his life, and he hated that ticking sound that analog clocks made. In the end, he knew he had to place a bid of some sort on it. Deep in his heart, he didn’t want the thing, but something in him felt like it needed to belong to him. Was this a greed thing? Maybe. It was nice and shiny. $75 would do. At least that way, he knew he’d tried… Well, not tried, so much as not completely overlook the thing. There was no way he’d come out of here with it, not with that bid, but at least now he wouldn’t have to regret not bidding on it at all. Not that he wouldn’t complain about it in the morning.

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Before Elena could retreat into her thoughts and wander around the hall, she was approached by a dapper, and familiar looking man. He formally introduced himself to Elena, as they had met occasionally whenever she would stop by the local bank. "Hugo..." she took a second so she would be sure not to forget his name, but with such a dashing face it would be hard to. "I could do with some company." answering him with a smile while trying not to show how eager she was to have someone to talk to. The pair walked side by side heading off to see if they had desserts to offer. "So, have you found anything that's piqued your interest?..." she asked while quickly looking him up and down. "You do seem like someone who might be a little harder to impress" Her insecurities started to bubble up as she felt out of place here, let alone next to him.

Hugo smiled when Elena said she’d like the company, clasping his hands behind his back as he let Elena set the pace. It was like a grand game, playing the perfect gentleman for an evening and stringing some pretty young lady along. “Oh, there’s a lot of interesting things here,” He said, ignoring the comment about being hard to impress. “a lot of truly bizarre things, as well. I mean, I don’t know who’s going to want a blunted paring knife when you can buy a new one for a few dollars.” He shrugged, “Though, truly, the best part of these things is the company. You can’t put a price on a good conversation with a beautiful woman.” He smiled at Elena, quickly shifting gears to talk about her, “You’ve just moved to town recently, haven’t you? Are you settling in okay?” He didn’t really care, if he were being honest, but getting people to talk about themselves was the best way to get them to think they know you.

Nodding along listening to what Hugo was saying, breaking her silence with a chuckle, when he brought up the paring knife. Elena couldn't help but blush when Hugo completed her appearance, something she still wasn't used to. "Yup, I have been here for almost a month now. Came here after being offered a job as an art teacher, '' Elena said with confidence as she was ecstatic to have landed the job. "I've liked what I have been able to see, but with unpacking, school prep, and everything else it's been hard." Elena finished her thought just as they arrived at the sprawling catering tables. "What about you, Have you lived here your whole life, or more recently came to town?" asked Elena while scanning the spread of sweets with her eyes.

Hugo nodded while Elena talked about her whole journey to living in Essex. New job, unpacking, blah blah blah. Truly, he was more interested in the food in front of him. Should he have something more substantial before eating some sort of pastry? Did it really matter? He shook his head when Elena asked him about himself, “No, I grew up in Chicago. Moved into town several years ago for a change of pace. It’s much calmer out here than in the heart of a big city, you know?” He shrugged and added, “Sometimes I think about going back, but something’s keeping me here.” He shot a smile at Elena, “Probably for the best. I would’ve missed my chance to meet you if I were still in Chicago.” After a quick glance around, he let out a careful sigh, not wanting it to seem forced. “Elena, I hate to do this, but I have some friends I need to go say hello to,” He gave her an apologetic smile, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder, “I wouldn’t want to hog your attention all evening, anyway. I’m sure you have plenty of people tripping over each other to get a chance to speak with you.” He smiled, bright and sincere, “Thank you for talking with me for a few minutes, though. We’ll have to find some time to talk again, maybe somewhere a little less busy.” He shot Elena a wink before turning to leave, dessert-less.

Elena contently listened to Hugo wanting to remember everything he was saying. "Was great to get a chance to truly meet you, and yes it would be lovely to talk again," Elena said before watching Hugo make his way over to someone else. Elena couldn't help but be a little sad when Hugo parted ways to go attend to other matters. Turning to the sweets, with slightly rosier cheeks, Elena grabbed a slice of coffee cake, before finding something else to do.

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Adrien's gaze lingered on Liesl as he slowly stepped away. She was a minx, that one. Maybe it was her very sexy dress, or perhaps her forwardness. But something about her vexed him. He would get her in his bed. There was no doubt about that. He didn't wish to make a wife out of her. Women like that were not wife material. They were mistresses at best. The type of women he went to for dirty, borderline violent, sex. The kind that satiated his baser needs. Where women like her sister were the type you married and made babies with. Different ladies for different needs... Like shoes.

On his way to the bar, he was passed by... Priscilla? Patsy? Adrien couldn't remember her name. He probably heard it once. And while the woman was stunning, clearly evident as his gaze trailed down the low V cut of her dress, Adrien hadn't seen her enough to commit her name to memory. "You are looking positively odious today, Adrien." Perhaps he should reconsider.

Adrien smirked and quirked a brow, obviously not smart enough to pick up on the insult within the compliment. He raised his hands to adjust his collar in an arrogant fashion as he responded. "You aren't looking too bad yourself." Just the kind of comment a woman wanted to hear.

With a boost to his ego, because he needed that, Adrien continued towards the bar. He leaned his right arm against the counter and motioned for the bartender to come take his order. "Two glasses of single malt whiskey, on the rocks." While he waited on the drinks, his gaze scanned the crowd.

Officer Hughes wore a suit that looked like it smell of moth balls and it was purchased in the late 80s. He didn't know what was worse about it, that a suit like that once existed or that Grayson had the gull to wear it out in public. Adrien had to fight the urge to sneer at the poor fashion choice and diverted his attention to someone else.

Rather than looking for specific people, his gaze flitted from outfit to outfit, admiring a low cut neckline with a peek of cleavage or an open back. Then a well tailored suit piqued his interest, he stopped for a moment. European cut suits were in fashion and far more flattering than the typical, more loose fitting American suits. His eyes followed the attire up until he saw the face of whomever wore the clothing, perhaps intending to inquire about their tailor. But then his gaze settled on none other than Ricardo Trujillo.

Adrien clenched his jaw while his knuckles went white. He had no intentions of being on the same side of City Hall as that man, regardless or not of his above average fashion sense. The man had money, the least he could do was afford a decent suit. Whatever unrest it gave him seeing another man dressed nearly as well as himself, Adrien found solace in the fact that the local recluse stood alone without a single soul for company. He chuckled at that.

Once the drinks were finished, Adrien scooped one up in each hand and started to search the crowd for Hugo. It was never hard to find his friend, he often could be found wherever the attractive women were, not so different than himself. After a moment or two of not so politely pushing his way past people, he found his friend at the tail end of a conversation with an agreeable blonde. As their talks came to a conclusion, Adrien held up one of the drinks signaling Hugo over.

Free of one of the whiskeys, Adrien slid his empty hand back into his trouser pocket while he sipped from his own glass. "And who is the latest woman on your list?" he asked while subtly nodding his head toward the blonde in question. "Can't say I've met her."




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With a substantial bet on the best item up for auction, Liesl had no further desire to linger around the auction tables. Her feet carried her around with no particular destination in mind. She was more of just... watching. She was content walking around, observing the others as they slowly trickled in. She didn't know some of the people in that small town actually knew how to dress nice. Some even had decent bodies under it all.

A few moments passed before Liesl found herself on the far side of the hall, not too far from a particular tall, dark, handsome and brooding man. She did always love when they brood. She scooped up two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and beelined right for him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you 'no one puts baby in a corner'?" she mused as she offered him one of the glasses. "Ricardo Trujillo. You are looking particularly fine this evening,"

Liesl lightly clinked her glass to his before taking a sip. "So," she started to say as she pivoted slightly to stand beside him, allowing herself to see what he did. "What is a handsome bachelor such as yourself doing all the way over here all alone" She raised her brows, curiously, as she took another sip.

Ricardo always seemed to be an enigma in Essex. Liesl remembers the first time she saw the reclusive millionaire. She was surprised he was so handsome. She half expected him to be on the edge of death with a hump back or something. It made no sense why someone that good looking locked himself away from the world. And it was even weirder that he was single. Although, she wasn't entirely sad about it... Not like it would have stopped her from flirting either way.

She tried to follow his gaze and pin point what he was watching... or who. "You know," Liesl broke the silence once again. "Someone as handsome as yourself could have any woman you wanted." She side stepped closer to Ricardo and hooked her free hand in the bend of his elbow. "Essex isn't all bad. There are some decent women here that'd, at least, be good for bedding, if nothing else."

Liesl started surveying the prospective women. The index finger of the hand that held her drink pointed towards Paisley who hung around Liana and Lorelei in the super nice and obnoxiously bubbly girls group. "Paisley's not bad on the eyes, if you have a thing for brunettes. Her outfit is sexy and she has a nice smile." As she spoke the girl eagerly waved her hand in a showy fashion towards John Waldmann. Liesl's eyes squinted just slightly, but not enough that anyone would notice. It was one thing when she flirted with the silver fox, but like a kid when they see someone playing with her toy, she got possessive. "As long as you don't mind competing with Essex's resident dilf."

She looked about the room again until she found another option. "If you're a blondes type of guy," Liesl continued, slowly turning her unwilling company to get a better view of the auction area. "There is a bombsell." She pointed towards a gorgeous blond in a grey metallic dress. "I can't say I know her name though."

Her gaze slowly flitted over to her sister. Liesl wasn't blind, nor dumb. She noticed how Ricardo jumped at the chance to hold the door for Lorelei. There were subtle things she noticed. She wasn't going to spell it out. He didn't need to know that she had a small glimpse into his thoughts, but she was going to test the waters... perhaps stir the pot. Just a smidge. "I guess there's also my sister, if you're into boring homemaker types. I mean... She obviously has a great face." No matter how much she liked to rag on her sister, she couldn't deny that Lorelei was attractive. After all, they were twins. "But where is the spark?"

Liesl shrugged her shoulders unimpressed. She downed the rest of her drink before stepping in front of Ricardo, blocking his view of Lorelei. "Plus, who wants a Saint when you can have a sinner?" She reached up and adjusted his tie. Her hands lingered on his chest as a devious smile graced her lips. "Whoever said blondes have more fun never had a ginger."




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“A swan’s feather?” Liana's voice pulled her out of her own thoughts.

Lorelei glanced over her shoulder toward her friend with a gentle smile. "Quill, actually." She looked back down at the antique writing tool as she spun it between her fingers and thumb. "Not that I know how to use one." Or have money to bid on it. She chuckled softly, setting it back down on the table. "Maybe Paisley should get it. She's the writer, not me."

Speak of the devil. The bubbly brunette made her way over to the pair. "Good evening! Don't you two look absolutely ravishing!"

The blonde smiled, looking between the two girls. "Speak for yourselves," Lorelei jested with a lighthearted tone. "I got a lecture from Mr. Duval before coming here... About how exquisitely wrong my dress is." She raised her brows in that silly way she did whenever she recounted the numerous stories about Adrien. Neither of the other girls were new to the stories of Lorelei's employer, yet somehow she always had more. Things were never dull working for him, that's for sure.

As the girls stood there chatting, Lorelei's gaze began to wonder, similarly to Paisley. She knew most of the people that had attended the auction, although there were a couple of new ones as well. She didn't realize the event was open to the general public, but it was nice to see new faces. Charity events didn't need to be exclusive to the rich. It made her happy to see that Mrs. Picket knew that. The woman did always seem to be nice with a warm disposition. After all, Lorelei was there and she had nothing to offer but her time. Some might frown upon that, but the hostess didn't.

Eventually her gaze found its way to Ricardo, who lingered in a far corner like a gargoyle. He stood alone like he often did. He never seemed like the most social person, so it was surprising for Lorelei to see him at such an event. Their encounters were usually a brief smile while sitting on opposite sides of the library. That was an easier place to be unbothered, unlike a charity auction. But he didn't seem miserable. Her hand raised just slightly by her side to offer him a small wave with a friendly smile. But it seemed the moment she did, Liesl stepped into view, demanding the man's attention. Lorelei sighed softly as her smile faded and her hand fell to her side.

Her attention returned to her present company just as Paisley waved at John Waldmann with... vigor. Lorelei couldn't help but laugh softly as she looked between her and Liana. "What was that?" She teased. "Don't tell me your crushing on the local hot dad?" She asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to draw extra attention to her friend. Sure, girls loved to gossip but Lorelei wasn't mean. She'd never try to make Paisley embarrassed by alerting the world about her crush.... That's something Liesl would do, not her.

"Just don't go crushing on Adrien or I'll have you committed." Lorelei laughed, playfully nudging Paisley. Crushes happened. Everyone had them. She was just waiting on her friend to spill, because, obviously, this was far too good to leave out any details. "Oh come on, don't make me beg. Liana already has the dreamy fiancé. Let me live vicariously through you."

Then for a brief second, she let her gaze flit back to Ricardo. Not only was Liesl still there, but her hands were on his chest, messing with his tie. Lorelei looked up toward his eyes for just a moment, but when his gaze met hers she quickly looked away. She shouldn't be surprised. Liesl always went after the prettiest shiny toy. It was like a personal conquest for her to go after anyone who might be nice to Lorelei, especially a man. She shouldn't be surprised. It was only a matter of time. But it didn't make it easier. Liesl always had to try and steal the spotlight. Lorelei was just lucky enough that Liesl hadn't be able to manipulate Liana or Paisley away from her.




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Shortly after writing down his bid, Grayson felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find John Waldmann moving to stand beside him. "I doubt that's going to be anywhere close to as useful as your sidearm, mate."

Grayson chuckled and shook his head. "Dad jokes, really?" His gaze drifted over toward the hunting knife that caught John's attention. "But a knife is very useful for a P.I., right?" They both smiled and laughed. It was nice. Gray had felt so focused on work recently that he couldn't recall the last time he got to relax. He was trying. Although he probably looked more like a zombie than a functioning human. Baby steps.

"How is the old workplace doing anyway? Frank still running the joint and handsomely getting paid or have you managed to finally make a change? Because frankly, I couldn't be bothered trying to fix that damn place."

He sighed. "New day, same shit. Unfortunately." Grayson raised his right hand to rub his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. "It's hard to get anything else done when I'm the only cop who actually works." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Someday though."

As Grayson adjusted how he stood to face John, he looked over and saw a small group of women a few tables over. Lorelei, Liana and Paisley. His gaze lingered on Liana, for just a moment before Paisley waved at him. He smiled and gave her a small wave back. She was a nice girl, got herself into a little more trouble than she could handle, but she meant well. Luckily enough, he seemed to always have good timing and was able to help her out. It was something. Probably the most police like thing he has done in awhile. It made him feel useful, which he was thankful for.

"Two hundred dollars?!" Ciaran blurted out from behind him just as he dropped his bid into the appropriate box. "Wouldn't your gun be more effective?"

Grayson sighed, annoyed. He turned slightly to face Ciaran, his facial expression less than amused. "Did you miss the 'silent' part of silent auction?" He tried not to look around but he could feel the lingering gazes. Whether or not he wanted people to know what he was bidding on or how much, it was out in the open. Whatever hopes he had at winning the bow was shot down considering anyone who wanted it enough knew they could bid a penny higher and win it. "I guess I'll need to look for something else then," he concluded before heading to another table.

He slowly paced alongside the tables, looking over each of the items. There were some interesting things... Some weird. Grayson had nearly given up finding anything else, when he saw a small glimpse of a green hat from behind Liana. He slowly approached, trying not to eavesdrop or interrupt the conversation. Gray gently placed a hand at the center of her back, silently letting her know he was sneaking behind her to look at something. He dared not put his hand too low or let it linger, not wanting to be inappropriate or make her uncomfortable.

"Sorry ladies, I didn't mean to interrupt," Grayson apologized. When Liana's gaze met his, he smiled. "You look... nice." He caught himself before saying something out of line. Beautiful. He wanted to say beautiful. But knowing his luck, Greg would be right there when he said it. The last thing he wanted was to get a black eye in front of the whole town. So he settled for nice and feeling a bit like an idiot.

Before he could embarrass himself further, Grayson shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his attention to the green hat that originally caught his attention.

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"Fuck!" Kiana was still driving around trying to find a place to park. They ended up finding a spot down the street from the town hall. It would be a little bit but that's what happens when you're late. Kiana got out of the car, quickly grabbing their purse, then making a b-line to the event. Quickly making their way up the stairs into the building they ended up nearly knocking a woman over. "Woah, you okay their hun? There is no need to rush" The woman at Kiana. "S-sorry Ma'am." Kiana said, still trying to catch their breath "I Just didn't wanna be late, while any later than I am already" Kiana chuckled and rummaged through their purse to pull out their invitation. "While you're here now, That's all that matters" the woman grabbed the card from Kiana's hand. "Everyone inside the main room already, here take this" She handed Kiana a ticket with a number #198 on it "That's your bidding number, if you find anything you like make sure to use that'' Kiana took it and made their way into the crowd with a deep sigh.

Kiana strutted through the room of odd trinkets, well aware of the gazes of the more high class falling on them. They loved to make themselves known, and with this being one of their first days back in town they wanted to make a statement. Kiana grabbed themselves a seat at the bar, slightly swinging their legs back and forth. Waiting until the bartender finished making some kind of whisky on rocks for a man at the bar. "Hey, can I get a..." scrunching their face trying to figure out what exactly they wanted. "one Vodka Cran'' They pulled out their ID for the man behind the bar and paid him. Still seated at the bar overlooking the room of people trying to figure out who to make small talk with. There were three women on one side that Kiana debated about going up to, but ultimately chose not as they seemed too deep in conversation already. Sipping on their drink their eyes fell to someone standing alone in a red dress. They seemed interesting enough, were alone, and looked like they could use someone to talk to. Kiana finished their drink and started to make their way over to them.

As they moved through the room a blond woman who wasn't looking where she was going crashed into them, knocking Kiana to the ground. "Oh my, I'm so sorry" the woman put out her hand to help Kiana back to her feet. Kiana laughed "Hey it's okay, I'm not hurt." Kiana looked down to brush themselves off. "Probably better it was me than one of the more uptight people" Kiana looked back up to see the woman had already left. "Okaaay then" Kiana rolled their eyes and resumed walking down the isles. Kiana was about to turn a corner when something interesting caught their eye. "What is this?" Kiana studied what looked like an old, hand-made fox mask. "Looks like some sort of festival mask" Kiana didn't know why, they knew they didn't actually have a use for a battered mask, but they wanted it. They placed a bid of $300 a price they were fine with raising if need be.

Kiana finally turned the corner to introduce themselves to the girl in red, but it was too late they weren't there anymore. "Great." Kiana didn't just want to wander around the hall like a lost child, so they went outside to have a smoke.

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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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"You're one of those weirdos that watches my YouTube and leaves naughty comments, aren't you?" The woman's tone and body language made it very evident that she was making a light joke. And to be honest, even if she wasn't, Roman still might have taken it that way.

He let out a deep hearty laugh, one that would, no doubt, catch the attention of anyone nearby. "You caught me. It is I, MahinMakesMeMoist69." Ok, so the joke was a bit much. Roman hoped he didn't all but scare her away with his lewd humor. He meant nothing by it. Hopefully, she laughed at the joke rather than sneer at him in disgust. After all, she started it. But, it wouldn't be the first time Rome's jokes rubbed someone the wrong way. Some people are just too uptight for their own good.

"Going to order? I just got food myself, and I was thinking of grabbing a table." Mahin pointed towards the waiter as she spoke.

Roman hadn't realized how hungry he actually was until the idea of food was brought up. Instantly his stomach began to growl in protest. He raised his hand to pat the waiter on the shoulder. He obviously acts very appropriately for formal functions. "My guy... I'd kill for a big ass burger, fully decked, with a pint of Guinness." He smiled and gave the guy in the penguin suit a friendly wink as he left to place their orders. Rome was like a bull in a china shop when it came to formal gatherings. He was about as well mannered as a surfer.

Once the waiter was gone, Mahin addressed him once more before offering her right hand. "You can call me Mahin, though."

His hand was giant compared to hers, nearly swallowing it. But Roman still managed to be gentle, yet firm, when shaking it. "Roman Scarrott. But most people call me the Gypsy or that giant hairy guy." He laughed at his own jest. Truth was, most people didn't take the time to get to know his name before he was on the road again. And even then, they rarely ever sought out his attention enough to do anything other than pointing and saying hey you.

Roman's hands slipped into the pockets of his pants as he slowly trailed after Mahin. While she walked at a normal pace, he looked to be strolling leisurely. His long legs carried him at the same pace with fewer strides. "It's nice to be recognized. Didn't think my books reached towns like these."

"That I don't know of. I'm not from here. I'm sort of... A nomad?" His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to think of a better word for it, but came up blank. "I just kind of float from place to place. Live out of my van with my dog, Nan. I think I found your book in a small bookshop somewhere in Seattle."

Eventually the pair found their way to an empty table. "This place has the weirdest things for auction I have ever seen. Did anything catch your interest?" she commented before taking a seat.

Roman took a seat opposite her while his gaze drifted over to the tables filled with the strange array of items. "I can't say I've ever been to an auction. But the movies always make it seem like it'd be priceless art and Faberge eggs." He shrugged his shoulders slightly in confusion. He was not the person to ask when it came to auctions and their customs. "Yeah, I bid on a little oil lamp thing. I don't know," he laughed with a shrug. "I thought it looked neat. You?"

The food arrived with haste and neither one of them wasted any time before digging in. Roman's burger was giant. Luckily, so were his hands. Yet it still managed to be a bit of a challenge keeping it all together and getting it in his mouth. But man, was it delicious. He even offered Mahin a fry. He didn't know if she'd take one, finger foods at a formal event didn't seem very... proper. But it was good and Roman didn't care what people thought about him. He wasn't going to remain in town much longer anyway. Right?

His gaze lingered a bit while his mouth was full and Mahin ate. Roman didn't know much of anyone in the town. He saw the vet who helped with Nan. He smiled but she didn't notice him. He'd probably talk to her at some point in the evening. Then there was Liv and Ben from the diner, which were probably the closest to friends someone like him could get when passing through a town. He also caught glimpse of a mysterious looking guy getting very close with a red head. Roman diverted his gaze towards his glass as he took a big swig of beer. Not his place to have a thought one way or another.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" Roman coughed, choking on a piece of his burger. He was an easy going man and had heard the question before, yes, but that didn't mean he wasn't surprised. It came out of left field. He never quite understood why people always seemed so interested in his relationship status, but he was flattered nonetheless. "Asking just because you know my face, so you must have someone. And also, yes - I am also just wondering just because it's 2021 and I can."

Roman took a sip of his beer to calm his throat before replying. "Is it that hard to believe a man could be a feminist?" He picked up on her implication that the knowledge he has of her and her book had to be because he had a lady friend. And while he could understand someone making that assumption, he might have thought someone as modern as Mahin might have seen it a different way. "I prefer to think of myself as more of an 'equalist'. Some feminist out there are a little too radical for my taste. But I think every deserves to be treated based on their merits as a human being, not by what's between their legs, who they fuck or what they look like."

"And no. I don't have a girlfriend... Or a boyfriend. Life on the road doesn't really give me much of a chance to set down roots." He took a second to eat the last bite of his burger while it was warm and chased it with a drink. "But it does give me time to read." Roman smirked playfully as he brought his glass to his lips. He wasn't chastising or scolding Mahin. Simply poking a little fun at the irony of the situation. It takes much more than that to offend someone like Rome.

"And what about you? Any boyfriends?... Or better yet, girlfriends? I imagine a book like yours might have scared off more than a fair share of men. Not that it'd be much of a loss. I'm sure men like him," Roman pointed his index finger of the hand that held his drink toward Adrien. "Would call your book heresy."




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"You're quite a sight yourself, Miss. Voigt." Ever the gentleman. Although Liesl knew his compliment was out of politeness. Sure he meant it, of course he did. Look at her? She was a crimson headed bombshell, and she knew it. Most men in town knew it. But even that wasn't enough to turn Ricardo's attention toward her and not others. The man was an enigma. No one knew much of anything about him besides the fact that he locked himself away in his mansion more often than not. A lonely man like that could use some company.

While Liesl ran through the prospects for the night, Ricardo seemed to humor her. His gaze was fixed on hers, intent and engaged, yet never looked towards any of the women she mentioned. Was it her and only her that caught his attention? That would be a change of pace, no doubt. Liesl had been trying to seduce him for sometime, the man was stunning and in need of a little sexual attention. But she wasn't dumb either. He had always seemed less than interested in her advances, so what changed?

As she stood there, adjusting his tie, Ricardo's hand found her side. His fingers wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer until Liesl's chest was against his. She gasped. Her breasts heaved with every breath, pressing against him. He leaned in toward her ear, sweeping away her hair. She swallowed. Cold chills ran down her spine from the touch of his finger tips. "I'm a bit of a sinner myself, Miss. Voigt." A small smirk crossed her lips. She didn't care who saw. They could watch in jealousy for all she cared. "Why have defiled goods when I could have something... untouched? Personally, I think that's much more fun. Don't you?"

Liesl's grin fell. Her head that had been tilting back snapped upright to meet his gaze. Ricardo moved her crimson lock back to where it was before he moved it, then used his other hand on her waist to move her aside. She stood there in a silent shock as she watched him cross the room, beelining straight for her sister. Her gaze didn't move to another, nor did she blink. If anything it turned into daggers as she watched him move to stand right beside Lorelei without a care in the world.

When she went to look away, she nearly missed John looking in her direction. How much did he see? Liesl wasn't usually the type to get embarrassed, but if he saw everything that transpired who else did? She felt cheap and second rate to her pristine sister. But she tried her best to hide what she was feeling. John flashed her wink which made her smile, if only slightly. She pushed down whatever other feelings were boiling inside her and playfully blew him a kiss, before making her way towards the bar.

"I'll have a shot." Her gaze skimmed the bottles. "Whatever's strongest."

"I apologize miss, but are not serving shots."

She sighed. "Then the strongest liquor in a glass with ice and nothing else." The bartender didn't second guess her and quickly got to work on the drink. It was a tequila of some kind, it didn't really matter. Once she was given the drink Liesl downed it in a single gulp and slammed the glass back on the bar. "One more." Her index finger tapped the brim of the glass before she glanced over her shoulder, glaring at her sister.




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"You look quite nice yourself, I like the suit." Grayson looked down at his suit, subconsciously adjusting his tie and pressing down his collar. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He opened his mouth to respond and thank her, but then another person joined the group. He didn't want to be awkward, but he already was. So rather than make it worse, he turned his attention back towards the hat on the table leaving his back toward the group of women.

"Grayson - like the suit."

His brows furrowed, a little confused as he looked down at his outfit. Grayson did a double take before looking back at Ricardo briefly. "Thanks." He tried to find something else to say but came up blank. What else could he say? You too? Of course Ricardo's suit was perfect. He was one of the richest people in Essex. The man probably bought a new suit for the event. Gray couldn't help but wonder if the compliment was genuine or a jest on his behalf. Ricardo didn't seem like the type to make him the butt of the joke, so he accepted the compliment and turned his attention back toward the hat.

While he wasn't necessarily part of the conversation, Grayson couldn't help but overhear what was said as he stood right beside them. He was easily able to make out John's voice as he joined the growing group. "Maybe this isn't interesting to everyone but I was wondering about your next novel. Is it going to be just as 'steamy' as the last and if so who is going to be the titular characters?" It sounded like he was talking to Paisley. Gray knew she wrote, but he hadn't asked her about her next book. Maybe it was because it wasn't his type of reading. Either way, he turned slightly to see what she might say.

John's gaze then moved to Liana and Grayson. "Maybe it's about a couple who can't be together because of extenuating circumstances . . ." Taken by surprise, Gray coughed. His hands fumbled with the hat, dropping it on the table before managing to anxiously shove it back on its stand. He missed whatever else John said as he tugged at his tie, loosening it slightly.

"Perhaps it's more of an adventurous story. Paisley loves adventures." It took a lot of self control for Grayson to keep himself from looking back towards the group. His hand nervously shook. He unbuttoned his sports coat trying to keep his fingers busy so no one noticed. "If you all will excuse me, I believe I’m in need of a new drink and I might check out the rest of the night's activities."

Out of the corner of his eyes he watched her leave the group and head in one direction. Grayson waited another beat or two before he left the table, heading in the opposite direction of Liana. He didn't dare put stock into John's words. Instead he headed outside for a bit of fresh air. The hall was getting far too hot and crowded for his liking.

Once he stepped out into the cool night's air, Grayson felt like he could breathe. He never liked being the center of attention, especially not when he felt like someone was airing secrets that even he hadn't come to terms with. He already felt bad enough for having feelings he couldn't explain for a woman who was engaged... But knowing other people saw it too made him nauseous. It wasn't his place. She wasn't his and he knew it. Gray tried his best to keep his feelings buried. He was stupid. He shouldn't spend so much time with her. It didn't help those feelings subside. Since they've started their morning coffees his feelings only seemed to grow.

Gray's hands rested on the railing that surrounded the raised entrance to city hall. His head fell slightly as he sighed. Why did she get nervous? Did she feel something for him too? No. No. He couldn't think like that. His hands pushed off the stone before he started pacing back and forth. Greg and him already were at odds since High School, that's all he needed was for rumors to get back to him that Gray wanted his fiancée. Shit. He rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. God damn it, John.




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"Do not listen to that wretched man, your dress is beautiful, but only someone like you could make it shine the way it does."

Lorelei smiled softly at Liana's words, but before she could respond Paisley also came in with her own comment. "I said Mr. Duval was 'positively odious' and he took it as a compliment. I would take anything he said with a grain of salt."

She laughed. Paisley's comment brought a genuine smile to her lips as she looked between the two girls. "I guess we should be thankful. If he was pretty, rich, and smart... I think we'd all be in danger." Adrien was a powerful enough man in Essex, heaven knows how much worse it would be if he actually had enough brains cells to rub together. And to be honest, he did... To some extent. No, he wasn't book smarts and the longest words he knew have three syllables but his street smarts could be scary. Lorelei knew how much his hands were in. He touched everything in their town and was managing to get away with it.

Whatever fun Lorelei was trying to have when it came to Paisley and John was quickly shot down. "I don't think I am his type. I happen to think Mr. Waldmann and I are good friends enough to acknowledge one another. No?"

Before she reply or pry further, Liana chimed in. "Lorelei, stop living through people and live for yourself a little." Paisley didn't say anything, but she pointed in silent agreement.

Lorelei sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. That was always what the conversation boiled down to at one point or another. They both knew it wasn't that simple not with family like hers or working for Adrien. Maybe someone else would tell them all to shove it and go about their lives by themselves. Maybe that's what she should do. But this was all that Lorelei knew. She was frightened of what her father, sister or even Adrien would do if one day she decided to stop and live her own life. While none of them have ever physically harmed her, it was something subconscious deep inside that kept her unmoving. Like she was a prisoner in her own life and there was nothing she could do about it.

The conversation died as more people quickly began to join their small group. Lorelei's gaze slowly drifted about the room. She idly looked at different gatherings of towns people but her eyes still found their way back to her sister. Now Liesl stood chest to chest with Ricardo. She watched as his head leaned in towards her sister's neck. But before anything else could happen she looked away and put on a smile, hoping no one saw what she did.

She watched as Grayson complimented Liana. Lorelei hadn't heard much about him beyond what Liana told her, mostly that the two of them have coffee together every morning in the diner. The Officer had always seemed like a kind and friendly man. So did Greg. She didn't quite know what was going on between the men and Liana. Her friend was never quite forthcoming. But something about Greg never quite sat right with her. She couldn't put her finger on it and she dare not say anything to her friend. In the end, whatever happened was Liana's choice. Lorelei just hoped she did what was right for her.

"Grayson - like the suit." She inhaled softly as she looked over her shoulder to see Ricardo. It seemed that recently, Lorelei had been running into him more and more around town. Or, at least, as much as she could for someone who rarely came out of his house. They never really spoke, just exchanged brief smiles or he'd hold the door for her. But on occasion, she'd notice his gaze lingering on her. He never tried to strike up a conversation and if she managed to catch him looking, he'd promptly leave and she wouldn't see him for several days.

But there he was. Ricardo joined their small group like it was no big deal. Like he did it all the time. Not a minute ago he looked two seconds from spiriting Liesl away into his limo for a good time and now he stood behind her. Lorelei was confused, but she tried her best not to show it. Still, there was a small knot that twisted in her gut. Jealousy. Her sister always made a game of going after any man that held her attention for more than a fleeting moment. Lorelei didn't even know how she felt about Ricardo... Just that he was handsome and polite... And he looked at her rather than Liesl. Or so she thought.

"You ladies are looking lovely tonight." Lorelei, just like the rest of the ladies, smiled and thanked him for the compliment. But she grew the faintest bit stiff as Ricardo made his way into the small circle standing so close that her shoulder brushed his arm. She tried not to look up at him, but every so often her gaze peeked up at him from the corner of her eyes. He confused her.

"Anything interesting?" Even though this question still seemed posed to the group, she couldn't help but feel like he was asking her.

Liana took the opportunity to speak up and put even more of the attention on Lorelei. "Lorelei was just looking at this swan’s quill. I’ve been trying to convince her she should get it, what do you think of it?"

Lorelei looked down at her hands, realizing the small quill was still cradled between her index fingers and thumbs. She gave Ricardo a slightly awkward smile as she felt a flush rush to her cheeks. "It's nothing. I just liked the feather," she said softly before she quickly set the quill back down on the table next to the ink well. "I'm not a writer anyway." Her gaze fell slightly as she brushed her hair behind her ears.

She hardly even noticed John as he joined the ever growing group. Everyone shifted making room for him as he promptly stood beside Paisley. "Maybe this isn't interesting to everyone but I was wondering about your next novel. Is it going to be just as 'steamy' as the last and if so who is going to be the titular characters?" His gaze then moved to Liana and Grayson, whose back was toward the group as he inspected an item on the table. "Maybe it's about a couple who can't be together because of extenuating circumstances . . ."

Grayson coughed and Liana quickly grew awkward and flushed. Even Lorelei felt uncomfortable at the comment. She tried to give her friend as sympathetic smile to reassure her, but it seemed that wasn't John's only suggestion. ". . . Or perhaps it's about a love rivalry between identical twins."

Her heart skipped a beat. She felt the blood rush from her head as she grew dizzy. Lorelei looked ghostly. She tried her best to remain calm and act unaffected, all the while her head was spinning. She put on a fake smile and even managed a convincing laugh. "No. Neither one of us know the first thing about love. You can't call it a rivalry if she always wins."

Before anyone could try to delve into that conversation further, Lorelei nodded her head with a smile. "If you'll excuse me." As she parted from the group her gaze found Ricardo's once more, but the second they locked she looked away.

Lorelei found her way to the nearest empty table. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she felt like the room was spinning. She nearly stumbled into the chair, sighing once her feet were off the ground. She couldn't figure out who handled John's exposure worse, Lorelei, Liana or Grayson. Considering she nearly passed out from embarrassment, money was on herself. Her elbows rested on the table while her hand held her forehead. Why did Ricardo have to come over there? Liesl was already putty in his hands. She would have slept with him in the middle of the dance floor for the whole town to see if that's what he wanted.

As she sat alone at the table, she dared not look up. Lorelei didn't want to see the faces of the people she left behind, judging her less that exquisite exit. Rather, she kept her gaze focused anywhere but them, instead content on watching someone who arrived late that nearly knocked over Mrs. Picket. She probably would have done the same if she wore heels that high, but luckily her butt was firmly planted in a seat so she wouldn't make the same mistake. Lorelei couldn't help but hope the auction would be coming to an end... soon.




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Hugo smiled at Adrien's question, seeming relieved to be free of the woman's presence for the time being. "Elena. Just moved to town, she’s a teacher or something" He shrugged his shoulders. "Truth be told, she’s a little dull, but I get the sense that she’s eager to please."

Adrien chuckled as he sipped from his drink. "The quiet ones usually are. But they're always so damn clingy." He has had more than his fair of clingy run ins. The shy quiet girls were always the best when it came to sex, often virgins and willing to do whatever to make you happy. But they fall in love so quick that it's nearly impossible to get out unscathed. I mean, he isn't scared to break some hearts in the conquest of good sex. But really, it was just too much effort and a waste of time. Whoever told women that love was the end all be all obviously never had a mind blowing blow job.

"And what about you? You and Liesl looked pretty cozy."

He smirked, pausing as he brought his glass to his lips. "Well... We all know how Liesl is." Hell, all of Essex knew at this point. The list of men she hasn't slept with was shorter than the ones she has at that point. Surprisingly, Adrien hadn't jumped onto that bandwagon just yet. Perhaps part of him was hoping to crack Lorelei first. That would be a trophy that no one has touched. But the woman has proven to be quite the prude. He has needs. And from what he's heard from Hugo, Liesl is more than capable to fill them... In every position.

Adrien's gaze searched the room until it found the familiar mane of red hair. But to his horror, she was sidled up to none other than Ricardo Trujillo. He watched, with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw. Liesl wasn't his. Hell, she was the resident whore who bounced around or got passed around as she saw fit. But he was like a child with a toy he stopped playing with. Once he saw someone else playing with it, he wanted it back. That's how it went with Ricardo. Anything he had, Adrien wanted it and would do anything to take it from him. But it was worse seeing someone he claimed first slither her way into his enemies arms.

Then, like pouring salt in a wound, when Trujillo was done with one twin he went to the next. The man had no shame flitting from one woman to another. Adrien was not a protective type. He wouldn't give a rat ass who Lorelei spread her legs for. It was the fact that she wouldn't give him a second glance, yet Ricardo could stand right beside her and make a move on her? Lorelei wasn't his woman, but she was his property. Donovan Voigt gave her to him. Trujillo had the gall to make a move on something that wasn't his.

"Well isn’t that interesting."

Adrien's knuckles went white as his grip on his glass tightened. He might have crushed it in his grasp if Liesl hadn't walked past them. Before she was out of reach, he reached out with his free hand and grabbed a hold of her arm. "What the fuck do you think you were doing with him?" He hissed while nodding his head toward Ricardo.

Liesl turned to face him, yanking her arm free from his hold. "Whatever the hell I want!" While he towered over her, Liesl didn't back down. She wasn't scared of Adrien like the rest of Essex was. She sought him out for his power and prowess. He could threaten her all he wanted, hell she kinda liked it, but she was not some sheep who'd bend to his will.

"I don't take Trujillo's seconds." The last thing he wanted was to share the same woman that Ricardo had.

"No? But you'll take everyone else's seconds?" Liesl challenged him. She had humility when it came to her own reputation. She wasn't insulted when someone called her a slut. She was one and she knew it. So, rather than letting Adrien take it and try to throw it in her face, she took her own reputation and threw it in his. "He doesn't want me. He wants my untouched sister. So go fight over her if you're going to be a bitch about it."

Liesl reached up and took Adrien's whiskey. She didn't need his permission and she didn't care if she pissed him off. Part of her knew that men like Adrien loved when women didn't melt into puddles for them. It was the whole thrill of the chase and Liesl was no damsel in need of saving. She downed what remained of his drink then shoved the glass back in his hand. "Hugo and I are going to go dance," she said while taking Hugo's hand in hers. "While you get over yourself."

She started retreating back towards the dance floor with Hugo in tow, her gaze locked with Adrien. Liesl blew him a kiss before pivoting in a bit of a flourish. She took his hand and guided it towards her waist as they moved out onto the floor. "Can I just say," Liesl began as she pulled Hugo close, pressing their bodies together as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Sex shouldn't be complicated by feuds."

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~ Toast to Hope ~
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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.