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Morning
May 15, 2012 15:04:35 GMT -5
Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 15:04:35 GMT -5
"Hey..." She half-muttered, she began smoothing out the check than handed it over to Mr. Gold. "Here's this months rent...." Her eyes scanned the shop curiously. Then looked back to Mr. Gold, "Do you have a first name? It feels a little... I don't know, repetative(?) to keep refering to you as Mr Gold"
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Morning
May 15, 2012 15:30:12 GMT -5
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 15, 2012 15:30:12 GMT -5
He took the check and deposited it in a bag. "I do. But I prefer to keep that my own business."
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Morning
May 15, 2012 15:39:18 GMT -5
Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 15:39:18 GMT -5
"Hmmm, I see, I see how it is" Jezabel sniffed over dramatically "After all we'd been through together! I can't believe you don't trust me!" She snickered and rolled her eyes walking through the columns of miscellanea. "Where on earth do you get all this?"
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Morning
May 15, 2012 16:46:13 GMT -5
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 15, 2012 16:46:13 GMT -5
"Do you trust me, Miss Williams?" he questioned her
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Morning
May 15, 2012 16:50:26 GMT -5
Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 16:50:26 GMT -5
Jezabel gave him a funny look hoping he hadn't taken that whole 'trust' bit seriously, "About as far as I can throw you, give or take an inch" by this time she had made her way to large shelf of beautifully kept trinkets and jewelry.
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Morning
May 15, 2012 17:00:53 GMT -5
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 15, 2012 17:00:53 GMT -5
"Then why, may I ask, are you so insistent that I trust you?"
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Morning
May 15, 2012 17:04:01 GMT -5
Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 17:04:01 GMT -5
Jezabel paused making sure she'd just heard correctly, the audacity was highly amusing. "Fair enough," She replied a little disdainfully. "I can't say that's terribly unreasonable" she started to make her way out the door, sensing the rising tension.
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Morning
May 15, 2012 17:33:58 GMT -5
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 15, 2012 17:33:58 GMT -5
"Have a good day, Miss Williams."
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Morning
May 15, 2012 17:45:24 GMT -5
Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 17:45:24 GMT -5
She looked back and grinned, mischievously "Likewise" and trotted out of the shop.
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Morning
May 17, 2012 6:46:23 GMT -5
Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 6:46:23 GMT -5
After leaving the diner Holly quickly made her way towards Mr. Gold's shop. He was almost always there and she preferred to be early with her rent payments. She had arrived roughly ten minutes after Jezabel had left and the shop looked bereft of people. The bell rang as she entered reminding her a little of her own shop bell.
“Mr. Gold?” She called as she entered the shop. “It’s your favourite florist!” She chimed knowing he would eventually emerge from the back. As she walked in she admired the trinkets he sold. A small silver ring caught her eye seemingly so familiar but she was sure she had never seen it before.
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Morning
May 17, 2012 7:13:48 GMT -5
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 17, 2012 7:13:48 GMT -5
"Good morning Ms Short," the pawnshop owner appeared from the back room. "What can I do for you?"
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Morning
May 17, 2012 7:33:45 GMT -5
Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 7:33:45 GMT -5
Slightly startled Holly turned and flashed a sheepish smile at Mr. Gold.
“Jeez, Mr. Gold I’m so sure you were a ninja in a past life or something.” She joked as she walked over and pulled out two envelopes with her handwriting scrawled on both.
“Ok so here is ‘Games of thorns’ rent.” She handed him the first envelope. “And here is my apartment rent.” Holly handed him the final envelope. Grin firmly back in place now her rent was paid she leaned against the counter.
“So how’s business Mr. G?”
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Morning
May 17, 2012 8:33:17 GMT -5
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 17, 2012 8:33:17 GMT -5
"Going quite well," he replied, "And yours?"
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Morning
May 17, 2012 8:41:27 GMT -5
Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 8:41:27 GMT -5
“Half and half I’d say, I mean people come in often enough but it’s like flipping a coin. Hope for anniversary roses and get funeral lilies. It’s not often people come in just because they feel like getting someone flowers.” She shrugged a little.
“I guess it just gets a little boring sitting behind a counter all day.” She adjusted her glasses and looked at him quizzically.
“How do you not go crazy with boredom?”
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Morning
May 17, 2012 11:40:33 GMT -5
Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 17, 2012 11:40:33 GMT -5
"Well," he smiled, "I don't sit behind the counter all day." As if to prove it, he made his way out from behind said counter. "I am glad you are here, actually. I have a question for you."
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