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Samantha Arthur

"Look, I don't want to pretend to be anything I'm not."

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

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"The most important thing is to remember that life goes on."






ImageName:
Samantha Reginald Arthur

Nickname:
"Sam or Reggie. Never Samantha."

Age:
22

Origin Story:
Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Character:
Bear

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Likes:
Fighting || Large Sweaters || Friends || Marathoning Her Favorite Shows || Hoola Hoops || Dogs || Honesty || Independence || Hard Work || Improvement || Helping Others || Dancing || Climbing Trees || Honor || Justice || Insects || Puns || Sports || Challenges || Denim || Horror Movies || Surprises || Risk ||

Dislikes:
Liars || Action Movies || Goldilocks || Ignorance || Falling from Trees || Immorality || Sore Losers || Thieves || Swimming || Squeamish People || Cats || Politics || Cigarettes || Breath Mints || Perfume || Betrayal || Pouting || Being Called 'Samantha' || Being Feared || Favoritism || Guns






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Acluophobia - Fear of Darkness || As a child, Sam always had a very overactive imagination, and thus used to see all sorts of monsters and such dancing about her bed in the dark. Even now, despite being a far more grounded person at this point, the young woman sleeps with at least a little light on, to scare away any lingering fears. If anyone asks her about this fear, she will deny it.

Arsonphobia - Fear of Fire || Needless to say, being a firefighter was never among Sam's aspirations as a child. Ever since watching her house burn down when she was five, the girl has been terrified of the element. Bonfires make her uneasy, and it would take a lot of strength of will for her to enter flames, even if it were to save someone precious.

Hobbies:
Dancing || Many people in this town have two left feet, and couldn't dance to save their life. Sam, on the other hand, is quite good at dancing- she's best at break dancing, her powerful strength making many moves rather easy for her.

Hiking || One thing that Sam has in common with many town residents is her love for the natural environment surrounding Folksdale. Whenever she needs to clear her head, or just wants some exercise, the young woman will go for a hike. Sometimes, she'll even bring a tent with her, and will be gone for a week, camping.

Powers:
Sam has at least one thing in common with the two friends that she is currently living with- a supernatural amount of strength. The girl, herself, is the second strongest in the house- the middle. Her strength can't rival Eddie, unfortunately, but is hardly something to smirk at. The young woman can lift things the size of battle ships and large airplanes. She is far more effective at fighting than most other people because her blows are like being hit directly by a crashing airplane, so obviously people aren't going out of their way to anger the girl. While she is strong in both her upper and lower body, Sam is better at utilizing the strength in her lower body, allowing her to have better endurance when climbing or running, pushing herself forward to beat the opponent. Of course, her strength does have limits, and one of them would be the fact that it causes the girl to have a bottomless pit of a stomach- she seems to be constantly hungry, and isn't above mooching off of people if she is short on cash, though she always repays the favor. When hungry, her strength is greatly weakened. unfortunately. Besides, there are times when she forgets her own strength, and may accidentally cause damage- she can go to open a door that's a bit jammed, and end up ripping it off of the hinges.

Strengths:
Dancing || Sam was in dancing classes as a kid, starting off in ballet but soon finding herself to prefer breakdancing, and therefore is actually quite graceful. Recently she's been teaching herself to waltz and swing, meaning that she has to try and find people to dance with her for practice.

Common Sense || Given that she lives in a town of fairy tale folk, perhaps one might expect Sam to have her head in the clouds- plenty of the people here do, after all. But that's not the case for the young woman, who is relatively down to earth. While she may not be exceptional in academics, the girl is well versed in logic, and sees things that other people, who are thinking too much, may not.

Fighting || This is kind of a given. Regardless of any sort of training, if someone gets hit by Samantha, even with her strength restrained a bit, they will be out like a light. The only way to stand against her is to either a) be one of the other bears, or b) never let her hit you.

Flaws:
Creativity || Samantha isn't really gifted with creativity- she isn't an idiot, but she's never been the sort of person who can do things like writing, choreography, painting, and such. She just sticks to logic and strength.

Stubborn || Once Sam has her mind set on something, nothing and no one can distract her from it- and that's just as much of a flaw as it is a benefit to the young woman. Headstrong despite her better judgment, the girl has difficulty adapting to new situations or accepting that she is wrong. Unlikely to get into arguments about it, but all the same, stubborn to a fault.

Grudges || Sam holds grudges. She always has, and probably always will. It's part of her stubbornness. Once someone has lost her faith, even if she does her best to forgive them, a part of her will always remember their betrayal, and keep the wound raw.

Cats || Sam doesn't like cats, and cats don't like her. Without fail, any cat in her vicinity will attack or run away from her.






ImagePersonality:
Samantha Arthur has no delusions of grandeur, and believes herself to be by no means spectacular. There are people in this town with their heads in the clouds, people with genius intellects and people kind to a fault. There are the cynics and the blunt, the manipulators and the naive. But she considers herself to be some variant of normal, as far as personalities go. Whether or not this is true remains to the judgement of others, and to the definition of normal. But Sam has always been a rather grounded sort of person, down to earth if you will. She doesn't require people to flatter her ego, and isn't a particularly materialistic sort of person. Sam is far from insecure, but she is hardly as arrogant as many others might be. The young woman is comfortable with who she is, and requires no external forces in order to help herself remain happy. And that system, her internal focus as far as security goes, is an integral part of Sam's personality, because it means that she can continue on despite what others say to her, letting things roll over her because they simply don't matter to the girl. For her, most things can be managed- this doesn't mean that she is optimistic, but that she has learned to deal with what comes her way and move on.

Of course, no one is perfect, and completely moving on can be a difficult thing indeed. Sam does her best act at getting over things, and when it comes to accidents or natural things, she actually is quite good at learning to accept things. In that way, the young woman is a relatively easygoing person. However, when it comes to serious slights against her, not simply insults but things that she takes serious offense to, the young woman is unlikely to forgive a person, no matter how much they try to seek such forgiveness. Even when Sam genuinely wants to allow bygones be bygones, she finds herself nursing the grudges and allowing them to cling to her brain until they are nearly impossible to remove. Once someone has betrayed her trust, they will never receive it again, and that is the simple truth of it. She finds herself unable to completely forgive people.

She always has been a stubborn sort of person, something that can probably be blamed for her tendency to hold grudge. Once the young woman has decided upon something, or decided to trust someone, it can be difficult to sway her, and she can become rather defensive of her decisions at times. It can be very difficult for the young woman to realize that she is wrong, and she certainly can't do it when people are pressing her to see it, because at that time she will retreat within herself and push forward with a renewed effort. To make up for the mistakes that her headstrong nature leads her to, the girl almost always learns from her mistakes- the problem is that she is still just starting to learn from the mistakes of others. In regards to the stubbornness, she is stubbornly loyal as well, as previously mentioned. Once a person is her friend, she will stick up for them no matter what, and is loyal to them until the moment they betray her- at which point that loyalty will never return.

Another thing to do with Sam's stubborn nature is the fact that she is unfailingly hardworking. If she wants something, she is going to get it, and she'll get it the way that she sees as right. The girl is likely to push herself beyond her actual limits in order to pursue her ambitions and her goals, stretching herself too thin in many situations. Still, it allows her to grow as a person, and helps in her development as she learns from her mistakes and works even harder to ensure that she never makes them again. She isn't all stubbornness and work, though- Sam is also a sarcastic person, something that comes on without her intending it to at times. Growing up with a family that had a sharp sense of humor, sarcasm is just to be expected from the young woman. Most have come to understand it well enough, and those who know her overlook her sarcastic humor. And plenty of people do know her. Well Sam is content to be by herself at times, she is a social being at heart, not afraid to speak to new people and forge new connections.

Down-To-Earth || Content || Hardworking || Stubborn || Loyal || Sarcastic || Holds Grudges || Sociable






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History:
Sam might have grown up hearing stories about her mother, a women described by friends as both elegant and terrifying at once, being a beauty of overwhelming strength and the tenacity to push through and mold people to fit what she wants, but she never met that woman. Instead, Sam's mother always seemed like some sort of fairy tale creature in her own right, glamorized and exaggerated in stories told to a curious daughter who would never know her late mother. This isn't something that Sam ever thought much about, for she was perfectly content with the stories about this mysterious woman from whom she inherited her inhuman strength. She was raised by her father and elder brother, both of whom were like parents to the girl.

Because of her strength, Sam was always a bit different than other kids, but she strove, as a child, to control her abilities so that the other kids would not be afraid of her abilities. Not ripping the playground set out of the ground is a key factor in making friends, one might find at that age, and Sam figured it out soon enough. Having originally grown up around her elder brother's friends, she looked for certain attributes in friends, and easily found herself among the girls and boys who climbed trees, played a bit rough at times, and weren't afraid to get their new clothing dirty (even if they feared the reactions of their parents). It was a simple enough life for the young girl, growing up with her small family in their little house on a cul-de-sac. Her father is a police officer, so of course she and her brother were taught to be careful and to defend themselves, but that was the only abnormality that she ever found in her life, accustomed to her own strength after a while.

When she was in elementary school, Samantha had to do a project on her father's work. After hearing him describe his job, she began to want to be a police officer or detective as well. She didn't really think of any danger that may be associated with it at that point- that is, until she snuck into her father's car before work, and witnessed a shooting firsthand. It hadn't been a big one, but someone died in it, and after that, Sam was cleared of any desire to be a police officer, as her father was. Still, this imprinted in her a desire to help others. After seeing that person die, she wanted to be the sort of person who could make a difference in the life of someone, to know that, once she had died, she had helped someone. Throughout high school, she participated in clubs and activities leaning both towards teaching and towards nursing, having decided at some point that she desired to go into one of those fields.

In the end, Sam decided to pursue a degree in nursing, thinking that she could help others through this career. She's currently in her third year, aiming for a bachelors degree. A year after she began attending school for nursing, Sam moved in with two of her friends, both of whom have the same brute strength. Along with the other two, she seeks to prove to everyone else that Goldilocks isn't as she seems. As of yet, they have had no luck in the venture, but Sam is the last one to drop the task once she has picked it up, and is determined to reveal the truth about the little thief.

So begins...

Samantha Arthur'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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Peter flew over central Folksdale, drifting over the square slowly as he gazed down at the various faces he recognized as he passed. He smiled brightly at a view people that pointed and waved at him, but he did not give pause to his mission. He was on the look out for food and he had promised his gurgling stomach a meal. Breakfast was always one of his favorite, apart from desert of course. Something about the combination of bacon and eggs, or fruit salad with sugar, or pancakes, and orange juice. A large, boyish grin spread across his face at the thought.

He turned and made his way from the town center to fly through the side streets, running his eyes along the buildings for an open window and loving the feeling of the early morning breeze on his face. In Neverland, Peter had never been one of sunrises as he normally slept in from his late night adventures. But here (with nothing much to do) Peter found himself rising with the sun. The holes in ceiling of his tree house didn't help much, he had plans to fix that soon (not really, Peter wasn't too keen on building when he had other things to do).

Something caught his eye of to his left, movement directed towards him. Peter performed an ariel flip (he loved to show off when he knew he had an audience) and looked towards the open window, returning the wave before he even knew who it was. Ah, Sam and Eddies home. He furrowed his brows as he tried to work out which resident the person in the window was, quickly deciding it was Sam as he doubted Eddie would call him over to share his breakfast.

Peter landed on her window pan a moment later, grasped the sides and crouching down on the wooden frame for balance. He grinned cheekily down at her then took a massive whiff of the food, "Smells guid Sam!" He exclaimed loudly, "Ye have any left fur yer dear friend Peter?" A glance down at her plate sent his stomach in rumbles, so he sincerely hoped that she had called him over here for a meal and not some idle chit chat.

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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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"Eddie makes a wicked plate of eggs. I really just called you over to say hello, though," As Sam spoke, Peter gave her a quizzical look, searching for the sarcasm in her words. Even though it should be obvious to anyone that she was joking, the blonde haired teen had a hard time deciphering people when they were not up front with their actions. Peter opened frowned at her and almost starting mouthing her off for her rudeness, but then the girl turned and scooped up a plate of eggs and bacon.

A massive smirk spread across his face as he resettled himself on the window sill, balancing on the edge without the use of his hands so he could grab the plate once she set it down. He ignored her offer to come inside, mostly because he was busy shoveling the food down his throat like a rabid animal. Peter had little need for manners with the Lost Boys, Wendy had been the only one to ever really tell him 'no' when it came to things like using your fingers for forks. And Wendy wasn't here, so he could do what he wanted.

THe food was delicious, exactly what he had been searching for. He made a mental note to come back to Sam's more often, or maybe beg Eddie for some of his amazing breakfast- though he was sure the dark haired boy wasn't too keen on him. For some reason, Peter always had an easier time getting girls to do things for him, and he was just fine with that. Though he liked hanging out with the lost Boys back home, there weren't too many lads like them in this world. A few, but not as many as he would have hoped.

"So, what are you up to today?" Peter paused in his eating and thinking and looked up at Sam, for a moment forgetting that he was perched in her window. He blinked and swallowed his food, his eyebrows pulling together in thought.

"Well" He began, setting the now empty plate down on the table and placing hands on his knees, "Ah haven't given it much thooght pest breakfest. Maybe I'll dae what ye are doin' today? Or maybe I'll go fill one ay th' police car's full ay dooghnuts...." A mischievous grin spread across his face as he thought about the reactions of the bloody police men that chase him around all the time and he almost laughed out loud at the thought.

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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.