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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 28, 2013 22:16:12 GMT -5
Things had certainly been busy in Storybrooke. People were reuniting with people, lives were going on, and business at Club Robin... well, it was slow, but it was still going. However, tonight was one of the nights that Cliff and Fred jointly decided to not open the club. They wanted everyone to spend time with their friends and family. After all, what were the holidays for? Getting drunk, apparently. Thumper aside, Fred had nobody to spend the day with. Everyone else was off doing their own thing, which left the former mouse in the dust. Naturally, he needed some cheering up. Funny, if he were still a mouse, he probably wouldn't even touch the stuff. But alcohol had been somewhat of a comforter on lonely nights to the man, and it helped loosen him up. However, it also led him to do some pretty stupid things. Like now, for instance. He was now strolling down the street (both the sidewalk and the actual street), strumming his guitar and drunkenly singing a song that David Lee Roth had covered. "IIIIII ain't got noooobooooooody, nobody... cares for me-- oop, sorry there," --there he almost ran into a lamppost-- "Iiiiiii'ms--so sad 'n looonely! Scat break!" He then proceeded to vocalize some scat singing right in the middle of the street. ((OOC: Here's the song he's singing, btw: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgEjQOb9HxI )) |
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Post by Emma Swan on May 28, 2013 22:27:07 GMT -5
Emma ran her hand through her blonde hair and put her hat back on. Mary had called for the seventh time, demanding that she come home for a Holiday dinner. It wasn't even Christmas day and she was going all crazy. It had overwhelmed Emma a bit. The first Christmas Eve with family.
Perhaps there was a small part of her that was taking it's sweet time locking up the station. But then she thought of Henry. It would be his first Christmas with family. REAL family. She smiled at that. She started picking up the pace. She was finally heading out to her car when she heard the annoying drunk singing a few blocks away.
Apparently SOMEONE had been in the eggnog. But he wasn't stopping. Emma frowned.
"Seriously? TONIGHT?" After an entire day of NOTHING. She got in her car and drove out towards the staggering figure. "Okay... that's real nice. Why don't you just go on home. Tis the season to annoy family... not an entire block, buddy."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 28, 2013 22:42:52 GMT -5
Sirens. Police sirens.
Gods, no... Not now... not tonight... He didn't want to spend Christmas alone in a cage. He had to convince the cop that he was fine.
"Hey," Fred spoke to the cop, unaware that it was Emma. "S-Said hey! Lissen--lissen here." The brunette looked straight at Emma, dead serious. "... I ain't got nobosy--nobody, frick... Whaddaya think 'm singin' this for? Huh? All the lonely people..." He outstretched his arms and slowly spun around a little. "Where do they all come from...?"
Well, there went his chance...
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Post by Emma Swan on May 30, 2013 22:57:25 GMT -5
Emma eyed the man. He didn't look homeless. Aside from some articles of clothing being askew or slightly rumpled, he looked well off. However, as he talked to her... or rather AT her, she could smell the booze wafting off of him. "Ugh... you must be Leroy's missing drinking buddy, huh?" She muttered.
"Look... can I drop you off somewhere? Or are we gonna have a problem?"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 3, 2013 21:29:52 GMT -5
Fred had to chuckle, or rather giggle like a schoolgirl, at that comment. "Leroy? Really?" A huge grin was on his face as he continued to speak. "Listen, if I was drinkin' with Leroy... I wouldn't be out here, now would I?"
It was only then that he decided to take a good lok at the person questioning him. Blonde hair, red jacket... She looked familiar... "Wait, aren't you...?" He paused, hoping that she'd fill in the blanks. "...?"
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Post by Emma Swan on Jun 4, 2013 19:06:16 GMT -5
She waited for him to finish, but apparently he was waiting for her to. "...Sheriff Swan?" She said, slow enough for him to understand. "And who might you be?" She asked, more out of politeness rather then curiosity. She looked down at her cell phone to check the time.
Hopefully this yuk wouldn't take TOO long to handle...
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 4, 2013 19:24:30 GMT -5
Fred nodded, finally remembering where he had seen her. "Oh, you stopped by Club Robin once, right?" He pointed with his hand to a direction, one that the club wasn't at. "Sorry, it's been one hell of a night for me..." Taking a breath in, he answered her. "Fred Mausworth, but some people around here also know me as Timothy Mouse. As in, I was a mouse before...?"
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Post by Emma Swan on Jun 4, 2013 19:38:43 GMT -5
Emma narrowed her eyes. Well, THAT was interesting... though not unheard of. Apparently there where some 'once an animal but now a human' beings wandering around... and if someone could be a DRAGON... perhaps a mouse was the norm. Was that... what was his name... Billy... wasn't he a mouse too?
Or was. He apparently had been murdered while she and Snow were stuck in the Fairy Tale land...
Emma sighed. Only in Storybrooke....
Wait... why did that name sound SO familiar? She suddenly remembered: eating popcorn in her foster parents' living room, sitting on a pillow in overalls as the screen played a really nice lullaby between a mama elephant and her baby. She had looked up at that screen with her large blue eyes... wondering where her real mommy was... and if she could sing lullaby's too.
And then Larry came in. Hammered and angry, shutting the tv off...
Emma closed her eyes, disbelieving smile on her face. She opened her eyes. "Your... Dumbo's friend... right?"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on Jun 4, 2013 19:46:07 GMT -5
At the narrowed eyes, Tim raised his hands in defense, dropping them briefly to sling the guitar over his back. He was about ready to go into an explanation when the sheriff...
Wait, why was she smiling? She had a look that could kill only mere seconds ago.
And then the question was asked. His eyes widened. Did she know Dumbo? Did... had she met him while she was over there? "... yeah," he answered, honestly a bit off-guard by the question. "Why? Did-Did you meet 'im? Do you know where he is?" Tim's eyes filled with concern. He had been worried about the baby elephant ever since he regained his memories. If not in Storybrooke, the former mouse hoped he was safe, wherever the little guy was.
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Post by Emma Swan on Jun 4, 2013 21:03:19 GMT -5
"Oh my god, he's real?" She laughed, bringing a hand to her smiling lips. She didn't know why her eyes were starting to sting. It was like... she was reconnecting with a friend. A friend that had been there for her many times in her childhood... even if they were aware of it or not.
..And until the tape had worn out from so many veiwings.
"Um, no... no, I'm sorry. I haven't heard anything about Dumbo." She usually had a heard time swallowing the strange awkward truths that Storybrooke threw at her... but this one was easier to accept. Excited the inner child in her even. "But we could put up flyers and take some extra measures to find him, Tim. Sorry... I didn't know it was you. The Brooklyn accent isn't as pronounced as it was in the movie."
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