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Gabriel Leroy

"Love is simply lust, without the passion."

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a character in “Turning Pages”, as played by OurStars

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"If music be the food of love, Play on! / Give me excess of it."






ImageName:
Gabriel Frances Leroy

Nickname:
"Occasionally Gabe, but typically Gabriel."

Age:
20

Origin Story:
The Princess and the Frog

Character:
The Frog

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Likes:
Flirting || Men || Women || Sex || Parties || Control || Winning || Aesthetics || Music || Writing || Bad Romance Movies || Poetry || Long Hair || Emotion || The Easily Persuaded || Wittiness || Photography || Exaggerated Stories || Carefree Sorts || Independence || Birds || Late Nights || Afternoons || Attention || Money || Luxury

Dislikes:
Rejection || Clingy People || High-And-Mighty Sorts || Obviousness || Helplessness || Dependence || People Playing Hard To Get || Seriousness || Cats || Dogs || Frogs || Ugliness || Being Alone || Naps || Boredom || Severity || Rules || Expectations || Alcohol || Ignorance || Naivete || Horror Movies || Novels






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Monophobia - The Fear of Being Alone || Gabriel has always had people around him, for the entirety of his life. Children of his parents' business partners, girls following after him, assistants- he has spent a rare few days by himself throughout his life, and this has given him a fear of being alone. It is a subtle one, and he does his best no ensure that he is never gripped by it, by surrounding himself with people.

Cynophobia - The Fear of Dogs || After being attacked by a rather large dog as a child, something which left him a scar on his left bicep, Gabriel has steered clear of the creatures. The sight of one is enough to make him become nervous, and it is a surefire way to get the young man to excuse himself and leave the premises.

Hobbies:
Flirting || As will become excessively clear through the reading of this profile, Gabriel is quite the flirt, willing to flirt with anything with legs, really. He considers it his favorite pastime, and one of his greatest skills. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't use his extra talents in such ventures.

Bird Watching || Surprisingly enough, Gabriel is an avid lover of birds of all sorts, and bird watching is one of his secret pleasures- one he keeps hidden from most everyone else. When he was still young, and living with his parents, he had quite a few pet birds around the house, varying from doves to hawks.

Powers:
Gabriel is blessed with the ability to persuade people simply with his words, compelling other people to do things that they might not otherwise do. It is very handy in getting what he wants, or convincing men and women to warm his bed when he feels the desire. In fact, he often will accidentally use the ability, and thus may unintentionally force someone to do something they do not desire to do. While there is no limit to how often he can use this ability, it does become slightly weaker with those who are on guard, requiring him to actually focus on the target. Anyways, it is a purely sound-based thing, and one can guard themselves from it by simply blocking out the sound of his voice. Cover his mouth, drown him out, or do something along those lines, and one will be perfectly safe from his powers of persuasion.

Strengths:
Bird Keeping || As he has raised birds throughout his life, the young man is quite good with the creatures, especially at training them. He can also identify most of them, and knows how to care for a wide variety of species.

Poetry || Though he prefers reading poetry to writing it, Gabriel has a sort of knack for prose and pretty words, and can be quite the poet when he desires. He learned it as a child from his mother, an acclaimed writer.

Photography || Gabriel likes to photograph things that he views as beautiful- whether that be a person, an item, or a time of day doesn't matter. He's got an eye for beauty, in fact, that helps with photography.

Flaws:
Mathematics || Gabriel may have inherited a gift for writing from his mother, but he had no one to inherit the mathematics gene from, unfortunately. Throughout high school, he was always very close to failing out of his math classes.. To this day, he is terrible with math, and therefore makes a point to never involve him in a situation that may require its use.

Arrogance || Well, no one has ever accused Gabriel of modesty, that much is certain. His arrogance can often be irritating to others, and leads him to overestimate himself- eventually, it will be his downfall.

The best way to explain the next flaw would be that Gabriel has the unfortunate, but not uncommon, tendency to think with lil' Gabe, rather than his actual brain. It's a lot easier for an attractive person to get him to do something than another person, and he often flirts with the wrong people.






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The first thing that most people realize about Gabriel is that he is a shameless flirt- his eyes must hurt from constant winking, and his mouth is perpetually curled into an intrigued sort of almost-smirk. The young man has the habit of flirting with anything that has a pulse, not being particularly discriminatory in most situations, and always seems to be ready with a sly remark and an admittedly attractive grin. Most people will tell you that he brings home a different stranger every night, or that he is the sort of person who prefers the chase to the prize- they wouldn't be entirely wrong, but don't necessarily have the entire picture, either.

Gabriel is far from the modest sort when it comes to dating and picking up men and women, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he is completely against the idea of settling down with someone- he just expects to leave that to when he is older, and sees no problem in playing around now. It isn't as though he treats people poorly, in fact something of a gentlemen in most manners. He just doesn't believe that love needs to have anything to do with sex and flirting. He never gives the illusion that he intends to stay with someone if he doesn't actually plan to, and while he is a flirt, never leads people to expect more than they will get.

There is a reason for the affection he receives, anyway. Gabriel may be a flirt, and occasionally prone to lies or abusing his abilities, but in words and mannerisms he is every bit the gentleman that his parents raised him to be. He opens doors, addresses people politely, and never goes out of his way to hurt someone- if it happens, it happens, but he isn't making it his goal to break hearts or anything like that. Despite his poor grades in Maths and Sciences, he had always been beloved by teachers, and remains a favorite of most authority figures because of his tendency to act politely- a charmer through and through, really.

He'll go to great lengths in order to acquire that which he desires, which is both a flaw and a virtue. Polite though he may be, Gabriel is not above deceit, tricks, and dirty methods in order to get what he wants- he'll simply seem the very image of a princely young man while doing so. Appearances are very important to Gabriel, after all. He's not a chronic liar, but it would be foolish to trust every single word the young man utters. Of course, he is a bit cynical, and believes it idiotic to hold anyone at all to the word- probably why he so easily 'forgot' his promise to the girl whose kiss gave him back his true form. He doesn't consider something so common as little lies and broken promises to be immoral, simply put. The young man is difficult to distract from his goals, except for when it comes to more primal desires. In those cases, anyone wishing him ill can very easily deceive him with an attractive face and a seductive smile.

And he won't see the attack coming as much as he should, for all of his cynical words, because if Gabriel believes in anything, he believes in himself. Sure, he'll admit that he is a flirt, and that he often relies a bit too much on money, but he is confident otherwise in himself. Whether it be his appearances, his abilities, or his strength, the young man is prone to overestimating himself and, therefore, impulsively jumping into situations that he really would have been best steering clear of- like gaining the wrath of a possessive girl. His arrogance may draw people closer, because people are often attracted to those who are sure of themselves, but eventually runs the risk of pushing people away if they can't handle how full of it the young man can be at times, even when he is teasing.

Flirtatious || Charming || Deceitful || Gentlemanly || Determined || Arrogant || Dislikes Expectations || Cynical || Impulsive || Manipulative






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History:
The Classic tales of the Princess and the Frog illustrate the Frog as a prince who was turned into a frog by an evil witch- while Gabriel's story does somewhat resemble this, it doesn't precisely follow the plot of that age-old fairy tale. Rather than being born into royalty, Gabriel was born into a family of the next best thing -perhaps even better, given the wealth. He comes from a very wealthy family, the son of a highly acclaimed author and the CEO for a large PR firm that works for many of the biggest labels on the market. Obviously, the young man never wanted for much throughout his childhood, the only son of two doting, but constantly busy, parents. His mother was home more often, when not on book tours and the like, so he was always closer to her than to his father- not to say that he had a poor relationship with Mr. Leroy, though. The two of them had a tight bond, but throughout Gabriel's childhood he only really saw his ever-working father on weekends.

Anyway, Gabriel was already pretty much set up to be an arrogant sort of child, given his wealth and the way he was treated by both his parents and his parents' associates and such, but as his abilities began to manifest, the inevitable became even less of a doubt. He was seven years old when he first used his ability, influencing a teacher into not telling his parents that he had cheated on a math test, and then raising the grade. At first, he thought that he was just very clever, but as it happened a few other times after this, the young man came to realize that it wasn't simply his way with words- he had the ability to control others. He kept this a secret for his own benefit, not knowing of any similar abilities in either of his parents' ancestors. (In fact, his great great grandmother, paternally, had the same ability. She, too, had concealed it, and so this is unknown to all, including Gabriel.) Though he had been raised to be polite by his parents, useful when meeting their friends and when dealing with authority figures, Gabriel was not opposed to using his abilities for his own gain. He never really hurt people, not in a way which he considered to be hurting others.

However, there is another instance, now, where his story diverges from the typical tale. The witch who cast the spell of frogship upon him was not, in fact, evil- rather, she was teaching a somewhat manipulative young man to be more careful what he did to others. You see, this witch was the mother of a beautiful girl with whom Gabriel found himself infatuated. She, however, was not particularly impressed by him. Frustrated, he influenced her into falling for him- something that the girl's mother picked up on rather quickly. Infuriated that he had done such a thing to her daughter, she cursed him to be a frog and moved her family out of the town.

And a frog Gabriel remained for twp years, his parents sick with worry that their only son had gone missing. When he was nineteen, though, he convinced a pretty young woman with golden hair to kiss him, exaggerating on his merits a bit and promising to marry her if she did it. Well, this girl, Lacey Swan, agreed, and through her kiss was able to regain his true form once more. Unfortunately, he hadn't quite learned his lesson, other than to be a bit more careful about the people he flirted with. He pretended to 'forget' his promise to Lacey, instead rushing back into his old life, making up some story to reassure his parents and going back to his playboy ways. Some people never really learn.

So begins...

Gabriel Leroy's Story

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Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Marigold Lokes Character Portrait: Lacey Swan Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe
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Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ºC (73ºF)


Folksdale Morning Radio:
'Good morning Folksdale, I'm your morning host Jiminy and what an excellent morning it is. Beautiful blue sky, stunning outlook onto our fairytale town and the promise of a magical day to come. There's little to announce from the night, but today promises to be a stunner. Gepetto is having a sale on wooden figurines and Belle's Bookstore will be hosting a book signing with the award winning author of 'Lamps: 101 uses'. I've also been told to remind all our listeners to watch out for the bridge just past Spinners' Lane, it appears a troll has taken up residence beneath...'



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Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, a gap in the hangings letting a single ray of golden sunlight spill into the room. It landed across Jane's eyes and acted as well as any buzzing alarm to tell the girl that it was time to rise. With a single groan of protest Jane pushed the blankets off her and sat up straight. She stretched, her arms out behind her back and then above her head. A moment later, sleep finally receding, she set her legs onto the carpeted floor and stood. A snap of her fingers flicked the light switch across the room up and the bulb turned on, illuminating the chaos of Jane's room. Clothes covered the majority of her floor, clean and dirty mixed indiscriminately. On her desk a spell book sat open surrounded by scribbled notes. Jane had been looking through the tome late last night, hoping to find any useful spells to help replace Mary Poppins' protective spells on the town.

A scratching at Jane's door alerted her to the presence of a persistent visitor. Another snap of her fingers saw the knob turn and the door opened. The visitor, the black and grey family cat, was old, tubby and probably thought that he ruled the house.
"Morning Thomas" Jane murmured as the cat wondered in. Thomas didn't deign to respond, instead he pranced over to Jane's bed, jumped up and immediately began to make himself comfortable. "Lucky for some" Jane muttered to the cat as she pulled off her pyjamas and swapped them for her running gear. Luckily the shirt, shorts and sneakers were all in a neat pile on her drawers and not amongst the mountain of clothing on her floor. Dressed, Jane left her room and wondered downstairs, dropping into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a light morning snack. Not seeing any of her family up yet Jane let herself out of the house quietly, grabbed her bike and pushed it out to the street.

The ride to Eddie's place was relatively short. Traffic was light early morning and the weather was fine. No doubt the day would prove a stunning one, even know Jane could see little sign of the weather turning fowl. The morning was bright, crisp and perfect for running, which was coincidentally what Jane was about to do. With a final pedal on her bike she cruised down the street before skidding to a stop outside Eddie's house and jumping onto the pavement. She pulled her bike up to the front of the house and let it rest beside the front door. Jane glanced at the watch on her wrist, 7.20 am exactly. Right on time. She hopped up to the front door and gave the frame a short, sharp rap. A squawk, that of an angry bird, answered followed by the sound of feet. Jane took a step back as the door opened and Eddie greeted Jane, a disgruntled parrot seated on his arm.




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Eddie had been up for a few hours. His current roomate, a emerald green parrot named Murray, was a demanding fellow and required frequent assurances that everything was alright. Eddie, used to such sleepless nights, was more concerned that Murray's persistent squawks would wake the two humans that Eddie shared the house with. Eddie frequently brought sick animals home from the vets, ones that needed overnight observation. Most of them weren't quite as loud as Murray. Because of that Eddie was up and dressed before the sun rose, making breakfast for his human house mates as a way of saying sorry in case the parrot had pestered them overnight.

Bacon fried in the pan, eggs were being scrambled and Eddie had just finished buttering the toast. If the smell didn't rouse his flatmates he was sure that the sun beginning to stream through the house would. Nevertheless he had a plan B in case they couldn't pull themselves out of bed before the food went cold. Eddie placed the food on a plate and tucked it into the oven. Hopefully it would stay warm in there until they saw it, and if it was still there when Eddie came back from his run then he would just have to eat it himself. Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock, realised he had little time left and quickly scribbled a note for Sam explaining that he had left her breakfast. He even drew her a sad excuse for a dog beneath the note, knowing that she loved the animals.

A moment later, Murray hanging off one arm, Eddie answered the door to find his long time friend and running buddy waiting.
"Two secs." Eddie said before quickly dodging back into his room and gently placing Murray back in his cage. He arrived back at the front door to find Jane still in the same place,
"Something smells good." She commented as Eddie closed the front door behind him.
"Bacon and eggs." Eddie explained as the two began a gentle jog down the street, "With any luck they'll be some for us when we're done." He added.
"Definitely better than porridge." Jane giggled. Jane had always found it strange that Eddie's favourite food was porridge and she enjoyed teasing him about it. Eddie decided against replying, instead he simply pocked his tongue out and directed the pair down their usual track that would eventually lead them into and through the forest.

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Sam isn't the sort of person who sleeps in until noon, even on the weekend, but neither is she much for rising with the sun, as her housemate Eddie seems so fond of doing. She exercises just as much as the next person, perhaps more, but prefers to leave it for the evening or afternoon. The girl needs food in her stomach before she does anything, really, and it takes quite a bit of food in order to fill up her bottomless pit of a stomach. Her eating habits are oddly similar to a teenaged boy just before a growth spurt, though she hasn't done much growing lately. Anyway, trying to exercise early in the morning would have been hell for the young woman, who received a sort of half-sleep thanks to a night filled with the squawking of Eddie's most recent house guests. The vet-in-training brings home plenty of animals from work, of course, but this painfully green parrot has been the loudest by far, and Sam is nearing her wits' end with its constant shrieking.

And of course, the smell of food is enough to rip Sam out of her quasi-sleep, leading her to recognize the fact that she, as usual, is starving. Knowing that Eddie must've been the one to whip up some breakfast, she beams, because he is more than likely to share- or to have left some extra portions for the rest of the house's residents. The young woman sits up and pushes herself up from bed, a bit of force springing her off of it and onto the ground, where she manages to land neatly on her feet- practice makes perfect, even if she is a far cry from a gymnast. Sam hears the shutting of the door as she makes her way towards the kitchen, and reasons that Eddie has left early for some reason or another. He often does this, going to work or to wander about some part of town with one of his other friends. The scent of food, still fresh, reassures her that he has, in fact, left some breakfast behind- and from the smell of it, eggs and bacon. Her stomach growls, prompting her towards the kitchen table- but not before opening one of the windows, because the place stinks of parrot. In doing this, she notices a little note, which blows off of the table due to a small gust of wind. The note informs her that Eddie has left breakfast for her, and includes a little drawing of what appears to be a dog beneath the note, something which makes her smile.

So, Sam settles down at the table, taking a half of what has been left, justified based on the contents of the note. Ravenous, and utterly un-self conscious, she gobbles her food down in a way that would put any food-eating champion to shame. Reasonable and down-to-earth as she may typically be, Sam can seem almost ridiculous in her consumption of food- she is a strong believer in eating when you want and what you want, so long as you aren't taking from anyone else, or simply being an idiot about it.

Taking a crunchy BITE! out of a crispy strip of bacon, Sam turns and looks out the window, watching the leisurely movement of the clouds for a moment before turning her attention to the street, picking out various people. She isn't really the sort to daydream, instead finding her mind focusing on various things in her vision. One in particular catches her eye, as she spots a familiar flying figure whizzing about the lower sky over Folkesdale. Knowing Peter, he is likely on the lookout for food- and while Sam often may point out flaws in his plans or stop him from doing something stupid, this is a quest for which she cannot fault him. The girl waves towards him when he flies close enough to perhaps catch sight of her through the open window, before taking another bite of eggs.


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Gabriel Leroy does not live with his wealthy parents, and hasn't done so for a few years now- beginning with his transformation into a frog and continuing on to the current time period. Despite the fact that he is separated from their 'mansion on the hill' setup of sorts, the young man does still clearly show signs of being born into wealth, and of having been an only child, to boot. The first sign of this would be his rather luxurious apartment, one which he certainly did not pay for, having not yet acquired any job which could support such a residence. Sure, he works at a local restaurant, something which gives him a good excuse to speak to attractive people, but obviously there is some help with affording his snazzy residence. Besides, he can't organize furniture for shit, and yet the entire apartment is stylishly decorated in a simplistic fashion, mostly in white with the occasional dash of color. A maid comes regularly in order to ensure that everything is spotless. Gabriel may not be an actual prince, but he clearly finds no fault in allowing his parents to pamper him like one.

Now, Gabriel Leroy is not really a morning sort of person. By all means, he typically prefers to sleep during the morning, and rise around the time that the sun is directly overhead. However, he finds himself waking up anyway when the light from the sun bleeds through partially opened curtains, falling directly upon his shut eyes. He's a rather light sleeper, to be honest, and this is enough for his eyes to open, squinting accusingly at the crack between the curtains, which he had clearly forgotten to close all the way. It is made all the worse by the fact that he has quite the headache from last night. Strangely enough, this headache is not the result of alcohol, because Gabriel is sober and always has been, knowing from experience that being drunk and having the power of persuasion is a bad combination. Not that he is completely rigid with his own abilities, of course- the young man often uses them towards his own means. But he isn't quite that careless, even if he often seems to be, or rather is, a reckless and arrogant flirt.

Giving in to the unrelenting sun, Gabriel rolls out of bed, leaving the sheets crumpled behind him. He decides to go to the diner for breakfast, and thus must first ready himself- which means showering, brushing his teeth, styling his hair, and dressing. But then, appearances have always been very important to Gabriel, both in himself and in others. He doesn't expect any more from others than what he sees in himself- unfortunately, what he sees in himself can often be fueled by a bit of arrogance and vanity.

After completing his morning routine, the young freeloader, for that is perhaps the best term to describe his financial state, heads out for the day, flashing a smile at nearly everyone he passes by. His apartment is rather close to the downtown district of the town, a short walk away, really, as he lives in one of those just above the shops that are around the district. Thus, a rather short walk is all that is required before the young man has reached his destination- the diner which makes the best french toast in town. His headache has begun to fade away by now, though the cause of it he is still unaware of.

Gabriel sits at a table and looks over a menu, as though he doesn't already know exactly what he intends to buy.

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Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe
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Organizing a bookstore was like life--a delicate balance between beauty and functionality. On the one hand, scattered books and slightly askew shelves gave the place a sort of welcoming, lived-in look. On the other hand, an organized, spotless store was the most effective for finding exactly what a customer was looking for and appealed to those used to a bigger city way of life. Wendy preferred something in between the two, and the store owner had never objected. She organized everything, making sure to front and display especially the newer and more popular materials, but left little notes of discord everywhere. For example, the corner with a couch and several chairs, with small end tables ornamented by lamps with illustrations from children's tales, looked bare if too neat. A small but selective pile of books on each end table, made it look more welcoming, along with the pillows she plumped up for the couch.

The floor was scrupulously clean, the windows sparkling (thank goodness they had a service for that, Wendy thought, as it would drive her spare to keep the glass perfect on her own), the register perfectly balanced and ready for the day. The only thing left was to put up a few more signs for the event and arrange the table and chairs for the author's signing, which she did quickly and efficiently. This particular author had no special requests that she'd been notified of, but that could mean that either the publicist was taking care of that or that she would be surprised last minute. With an unwrinkled brow, Wendy glanced over a small black notebook that she kept behind the counter. In it was listed every service in town with a specific eye to the often eccentric needs of authors, and especially those services that delivered very quickly. It was always best to be prepared.

Wendy looked over the shop with pride. Everything in the store was exactly the way she wanted it. The only fly in the ointment was that there were going to be customers in and out all morning, disturbing her good work before the signing, but thankfully the event was in the afternoon rather than the evening. Taking a deep breath in and out, Wendy turned on the automatic tea kettle she kept hidden behind the counter and made herself a nice cup of tea. She took a delicate sip out of a delicate teacup, enjoying the flavor and the silence, as well as the organized space in front of her, before she went to turn the bookstore sign to "Open." And since it might very well be a quiet morning, she pulled out her notebook from a cupboard and continued a story she had been working on.

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When Peter catches sight of her, and soon after soars to her window, Sam smiles, guessing what the young man is currently on the hunt for- he doesn't exactly have plenty of food stored up in that tree house in the forest, after all. And, of course, he wastes no time getting to business about it either, a hopeful grin as he unsubtly eyes the tasty breakfast, courtesy of chef Eddie, on the table. "Eddie makes a wicked plate of eggs. I really just called you over to say hello, though," she responds sarcastically, a deadpan expression settling on her face for just a few moments before the smile cracks once more. Peter reminds her a bit of her elder brother, actually, though only in personality- it would be a difficult task for anyone to view Peter as an elder sibling, though a younger one is quite a bit more likely. He hardly exudes the air of maturity or authority that is associated with elder sibling figures, even if those very traits aren't actually particularly common in real older brothers and sisters.

Contradicting her words, but not her obvious sarcasm, Sam turns around and scoops some of the food onto a plate for Peter- a paper plate, to be exact, in case he suddenly whizzes off with it. She wouldn't want to be partially responsible for the loss of a perfectly good ceramic dish, after all. Especially when she'd then feel obligated to pay for it, and is often running a bit short on budget, since her major focus of late has been studying for her degree. "You can eat in here, if you promise not to break anything," she allows with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, setting the plate down with a fork and a glass, in case he wants a drink to wash down the eggs and bacon. Hearing the growl of his stomach, her eyebrows shoot up behind dark brown bangs, hidden by this motion, though only briefly.

It would be hypocritical for her to tease this, though, because she is known for having a stomach that rivals a bear's, and that can growl loud enough to frighten one away. Thus, the girl simply leans against the counter and begins to consider what she might do today. It's rather nice out, which makes her feel slightly guilty for having intended to stay in and marathon Sherlock all day. The weather is prime for going outdoors, after all, sunny but not as wretchedly hot as it can be some days. Maybe going hiking, or trying to get together a game of basketball? she muses to herself, before running her hands through her hair and turning her attention back to Peter.

"So, what are you up to today?" she asks him, though she doubts he has a real plan- and if he does, it is most likely reckless and over-the-top, as everything seems to be with the perpetually-childish boy.

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After a few more moments of looking over the menu, Gabriel glances up to find a waitress standing at his table, little notepad and pen in hand. He smiles at her easily, looking as charming at ever as he subtly looks her over, assessing her to be delightfully cute. Of course, he's not really particularly discriminatory as far as these things go, but the more attractive the person is, the better all the same. "May I take your order?" she asks him casually, but based upon her expression she recognizes him- his is a well known face in Folksdale, after all- wealthy parents and a tendency to flirt with anything with a pulse does tend to spread a person's name around quite a bit, after all. Gabriel lays down his menu in front of him and appears to be thinking for a moment.

"Well, what do you recommend? You look like you have good taste," he proposes with a smile, raising one eyebrow in a manner that seems to embody the term quizzical. The waitress quickly tries to think of something that tastes particularly good, hardly wanting to recommend something that tastes like it has been dragged through a sewer to the not unattractive young man before her. She's new at this job, though, and hasn't really eaten at this place much- there was a Help Wanted sign at the door, and she responded, that being the entire story of how she's come to be employed at this fine establishment. After a little while, she blushes and admits that she doesn't really know what the best thing they serve is- a suitable answer for Gabriel, who already knows what he wants anyway.

"Well, I'll have the french toast, then, and a cup of jasmine tea, if you will," he says with another smile, which the girl glances at over the notepad that she is scribbling his order on. With a nod, and a look of slight nervousness, she turns and is off to place the order and deal with the other customers. Of course, he doesn't miss that look she throws over her shoulder on her trip away from him.

And watching her had allowed him to glimpse a familiar shade of hair in the booth just behind him, along with a book. He twists to look over the seat, draping his arm over the top of it to look at one Miss Ali Marchwood, whose nose is three inches deep in a book at the moment, as it always seems to be. "You know, eventually Belle's going to get angry that she doesn't have a monopoly on the beautiful girl with her nose in a book role," he comments jovially. He may not like the waking up part of early mornings all that much, but Gabriel adjusts quickly, and typically finds that he is glad to have woken up when he did- it leaves more of the day available, after all.

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The water was freezing as Jack plunged into it. He felt it take his breath away, and surged towards the surface, pulling away from the tumbling chaos of the waterfall. As his head broke the surface, he gasped for air, grinning. His heart pounded, adrenaline flooding his veins. He swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water. The air was warm against his skin compared to the water. He shook his hair like a dog, spraying the surrounding area with water. He had enjoyed that, but was starting to feel lonely. And with that, he decided to head into town and track down somebody to drag into going exploring with him.

He scrambled back up the rock face to where his change of clothes awaited him. He preferred to do anything that involved diving off waterfalls with his trousers on after he'd cut his leg on a sharp rock a few weeks ago. Shirts were too much of a burden, and besides, if you got a cut on your chest or arm, you wouldn't be limping for a week.

Double checking that nobody was around, he changed his underwear and trousers for dry ones and pulled his shirt back on, before swinging his bag onto his back and buckling his sword back around his waist. He scrambled back down the wall face, jumping the last few feet and heading back into town. The bookstore was almost empty, so he decided to pop in and say hello.

"Got any books on killing giants?" He called jokingly as he entered.

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Daniel felt his eyes drop lower the closer he got to town. Everyone glared at him, parents pulling their already cautious children away from him. Of course- it was nearing the full moon, and everyone knew it. When it came to the full moon, they'd check their doors twice and load their shotguns before they went to sleep. And for a few days, he'd forget who he was and allow himself to become all wolf.

But until then, he was just a pariah. His heart pounded as he went into the general store. People skirted away from him as he picked up a carton of milk, and some steak as an afterthought- partially just to wind them up, and because he genuinely fancied steak for dinner that evening. "Good morning." He smiled at the woman serving at the checkout. She nodded, and he felt his heart sink a little. Damn that hunter, and damn Leona Hopewell.

The cafe was open, and he knew he could rely on them for a decent fruit smoothie. He saw Gabriel Leroy sitting outside and had to resist the temptation to growl at him or remind him of the fact that his wolf form had eaten frogs before. He ordered his smoothie and sat a few tables away, the plastic bag by his feet.

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Ali had taken a booth, without even looking up from the leather-bound book. Clutching her coffee in one hand, she ran her fingers over the rough pages absent-mindedly as she poured over the runes and equations. Her curtain of auburn hair hid her face from view, as her eyes roamed greedily over the words. It was a fascinating read, to Ali, though she doubted anyone else would be particularly interested in it. Even still, it didn't matter what other people thought of it. It was going to help with her project, regardless of anyone else. And now, she was so immersed in it, she doubted anything could disturb her. That was until someone close by spoke. When Gabriel's voice reached her ears, she jerked her head up suddenly. She almost dropped the coffee cup, but held tight to the handle, before setting it down with a bang. Blushing slightly, she bowed her head again, noted the page number in her book and closed it quickly. Looking up through her eyelashes, she cleared her throat and gave him a half-smile.

"Good morning Gabriel." She said, fairly brightly, brushing strands back from her forehead and looking him in the eye as she turned in her seat to face him. "How are you today?" As the words left her lips, the door dinged again and Ali's eyes flickered towards it. Immediately her whole body tensed, her right hand clenching into a painful fist, until the knuckles shone white against the skin. Daniel Wolfe had just walked in. Without thinking about it, she drew her eyes away and glared at the floor. Ali knew it wasn't fair to judge Daniel, the way that she did, but she couldn't help the resentment that rose in her throat. Daniel's brother had been the bane of her life since school. He had mercilessly bullied her for years, causing many tears and horrible days. Ali hated the sight of Wolfe and his brother's reputation was just as bad. She didn't trust Daniel because of his brother. Perhaps that wasn't fair, but the way she'd been treated wasn't fair either.

Coughing, she looked back to Gabriel and forced a smile. "Sorry...what was it we were talking about?"

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At the tinkling bell sound that indicates the entrance of another customer to the fine, if small, establishment, Gabriel glances over towards the door and makes brief, but hostile all the same, eye contact with his least favorite town pariah- Daniel Wolfe. He had once wondered whether the family had adopted that last name in response to their werewolf status, or if this was simply some happy coincidence. Of course, now any thoughts he has about Daniel Wolfe are rather negative ones; the werewolf never seems to have a problem with reminding him that he dines on the occasional frog, and that the loathing is mutual, after all. His eyes flicker to the plastic bag in Daniel's hand, and he briefly wonders what is in it- most likely his latest prey, or something. Noticing the tensing of Ali beside him, Gabriel recalls that she and her friends have a particular grudge against the Wolfe brothers. This shared hostility towards Daniel gives him a bit of a connection to her, though they are hardly strangers to begin with. Still, he views general attractiveness to be one of the only things they have in common- a pretty decent thing to have in common, as far as he's concerned.

Thus, he turns his attention fully back to the bookish girl, looking away from Daniel and, in doing this, perhaps providing a distraction for Ali from the Wolfe brother. "Oh, I'm grand, thank you. We were discussing you moving over into my booth, I believe?" he says, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he none-too-subtly suggests this idea. After all, twisting around to talk to her is a pain, especially when there is a perfectly good seat right across from him at his own booth.

"And you, by the way? How are you today?" he adds retrospectively, looking up as the waitress returns and sets down his drink before delivering a promise that his food will be arriving shortly as well. He thanks her and smiles before taking a drink from his tea- something the young man instantly regrets, as it is likely fresh from the pot, and burns his mouth. He moves it away from him in a sudden motion that is some strange compromise between fluid and jerky, before placing the cup down and resisting the urge to stick his tongue out so that the air-conditioning of the building might somehow help in cooling it off.


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Peter's way of eating is rather. . .unorthodox, but Sam has adjusted to it by now, and merely raises an eyebrow as he ravages the plate- as though she hadn't done a similar thing only moments ago. Of course, she had done so properly using her utensils and such, but the fact remains that she had wolfed it down as though it was the food after a week of fasting. The girl has quite a stomach on her, and Peter is clearly quite similar when it comes to having a massive appetite. He does appear to always be moving, after all, and that likely requires a good amount of food to fuel, she supposes. At least he swallows before speaking up to answer her previous question about his plans for the day. His answer meets her expectations exactly, and eyebrows seem to shoot even further up at his considering filling a police car with donuts.

"Sounds like an expensive waste of food," she comments skeptically, not even bothering to fully outline why the plan won't work. She often seems to be the one who ends up putting the cap on Peter's bizarre and occasionally fantastical schemes- but that is simply in her nature, being a rather grounded individual, even if she doesn't always seem precisely that.

"Not that I have any plans for today- I was thinking of going hiking, or maybe swimming," she says, folding her arms over her chest as she speaks, her words being just as much for her sake as they are for Peter's, as she is still trying to properly work out her plans for the day. Both options are rather tempting for the young woman, and the weather is rather nice outside for anything involving the outdoors.

Sam grabs the plate that he had set down and quickly cleans it before putting it back into the cupboard. She doesn't like just leaving dishes in the sink when they can easily be cleaned upon no longer being used. Her brother and father had always left dishes around, and it had come to be one of her pet peeves, rather than something to which she adapted.