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Post by swanprincess on Jun 3, 2012 9:28:51 GMT -5
Storybrook's local art gallery, owned by Allen Ross. Assisted by his assistant manager, Sara Wallace.
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 3, 2012 10:01:17 GMT -5
Sara Wallace walked down the street, wrapped up in her jacket and hat and carrying her saddle bag on her shoulder. Inside the saddle bag was a watercolor notebook and a small watercolor set and a few brushes. She hoped she could get some painting done after they closed, or if her boss wasn't there.
She sighed. When was he not there? Maybe once or twice on occasion? When he was sick or "needed the day off". What did he even do outside the gallery? She shifted her bag on her shoulder, shaking her head to clear it. She didn't need her mood to go sour. Not if she wanted to sell art.
As she rounded the corner of the shop, she could see in through the glass windows at the front display where multiple paintings and prints hung suspended on wire or on easels covered with white or pale blue fabric. Above the doors was a pale blue sign with the words "The Gilded Wing" painted across in scrolling letters.
Two golden wings were painted on either side of the sign, and they shone in the morning light. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked and opened up the glass door and stepped inside, immediately looking to the front desk, and sighing in relief. Her boss wasn't here yet. She turned and locked the door again, since they weren't open for another hour or so.
Turning to the coat rack at the side of the door, she hung up her jacket and hat and went through the gallery to check that everything was in order.
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 3, 2012 19:50:20 GMT -5
The once over of the gallery took only a few moments, and she checked the back offices and two storage rooms before going back to the main desk. Pulling out her notepad, she sat at the desk to wait for opening time.
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 3, 2012 22:47:53 GMT -5
Glancing at her watch, she sighed in exasperation at how slow time was going. "Might as well go through the calendar..." she said aloud to herself. Picking up the white folder from a shelf under the desk, she flipped through it until it came to today's date, which was cirlced. 'Oh that's right,' she thought, 'I need to go and pay Mr. Gold the rent for my apartment and the art gallery!' She checked her watch again and nodded. She still had the better part of an hour until she had to open the shop.
After filling out the check for Mr. Gold, and donning her jacket and hat, she locked the gallery's door up tight, and Sara started on her way to the pawn shop.
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 11, 2012 17:17:47 GMT -5
When Sara got back from her errand, she met her boss Mr. Ross at the front of the gallery. The food was exchanged, and he went away in a dark mood, saying she could handle herself today in the gallery. Sara stepped into the gallery and finished her food and after cleaning up, waited to see if anyone would arrive.
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Henry Mills
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 11, 2012 19:12:47 GMT -5
Henry needed to get out of the house. His "mother" and Aunt Madison were having another argument, one that he did not want to get involved in. This one was interesting, though. Madison had gotten a job at a club? Whatever it was, he would check it out later.
For now, the child settled on looking at the art gallery. He hadn't been in there before, but he was glad that he finally did. There was something familiar about some of the pictures... something from his book!
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 11, 2012 21:05:13 GMT -5
When Henry came in, Sara looked up from her sketch pad. "Hello," she smiled, as he studied one of her own paintings. When she saw him looking excitedly at it, She walked around the counter towards him, her hands clasped behind her. She stopped next to him, facing the painting as well. Sara leaned sideways slightly towards him, and said conspiratorially, "What do you think?"
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Henry Mills
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 11, 2012 21:07:56 GMT -5
The boy turned to the woman near him. "It's amazing!" Henry answered. "Who drew these? They look like something out of Swan Lake!"
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 11, 2012 21:23:49 GMT -5
Sara grinned at his compliment, "Thank you," she smiled, "I drew these ones, and the watercolor ones over there." She said, pointing at the wall behind them. "Swan Lake?" She questioned, looking at the painting, and then she smiled, "What do you know; it does!" She grinned, "I guess I never noticed."
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Henry Mills
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 11, 2012 21:37:59 GMT -5
Something clicked in Henry's head. She didn't know that she was drawing Swan Lake. That meant that she must have visited it before in Fairytale Land. That meant that she might be Princess Odette!
Henry didn't get too ahead of himself, though. He squinted and read the name of the artist on the card. "Sara Wallace, right? All of these are great!"
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 11, 2012 21:58:43 GMT -5
She nodded as he read her name, "Yes, that's right. Thank you very much!" She blushed and smiled. She turned back to study the painting, and began fiddling with her necklace where it hung around her neck, the moonstone glimmering.
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Henry Mills
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 11, 2012 22:30:45 GMT -5
"You're welcome!" Henry stood back, observing both Sara and the painting. He'd have to check his book again, but she looked a lot like how Odette did in the illustrations. The necklace looked similar, too. "Where'd you get that?" he asked, trying to be as off-hand about it as possible.
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 11, 2012 22:40:16 GMT -5
She blinked at his question, but she showed the necklace to him with a smile. "Mr. Gold gave it to me."
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 12, 2012 0:07:17 GMT -5
He blinked in slight surprise. "Mr. Gold gave that to you?" he asked, his facial expression twisting into that of confusion.
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Post by swanprincess on Jun 12, 2012 0:25:21 GMT -5
She didn't know why she was telling him this, but for some reason she felt she could trust him. She nodded, "It actually belonged to my family before, but my father traded some things so he could get the gallery started." she gestured around to the gallery in general. "He was kind enough to return this one to me."
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