revamping and redoing my theme and things! i think i’ll bring this blog back
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❝It’s just a b r o k e n system…If we’re ever going to pull ourselves together and make something of this town, we have to start doing things correctly…❞
❧ Roleplay blog for Snow White from TellTale’s ‘The Wolf Among Us’
❧ 6+ Years writing experience
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❧ Both Canon and AU friendly
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"Good morning, Ms. White." A sheepish smile escapes the tall woman as she enters the business office, a small pot in her hands with brightly-bloomed flowers inside. She stays close to the door, as if she's afraid to impose, and simply motions to the pot. "These are for you."
“Vivian…?”
This isn’t a face Snow sees often. Actually, she can’t even recall the last time she’s seen Vivian. At the Pudding and Pie, probably. When Ichabod was ‘busted,’ and that hadn’t exactly been an opportunity for ‘hello’s and ‘how are you’s.’ A lot has happened since then, and of course, none of it had been pleasant. Especially for Vivian-- Though that goes unspoken. Snow just can’t help but wonder why she’s here. Even before the whole Crooked ordeal, the woman never came around too often.
With a manicured, gaunt hand, the Deputy Mayor gestures to the chair that sits empty before her desk.
“What can I do for you?”
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Can I, uh, ask you a question? It’s kind of personal…
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❆ -- “My desk has gotten a little dusty.”
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questions about your character.
♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ - Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?
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“There are signs for a fuckin’ reason,” Jersey snapped. Based on how many times he had to tell people - Snow now included - to keep their hands off the merchandise, it seemed like nobody bothered to read them. “Don’t put your paws all over my shit.”
“You’ll lose your fingers next time.”
“Even so. It’s not as if I’m going to throw things across the shop. You didn’t have to bite me. Please try to act a little more...civil? This isn’t exactly the Pine Barrens.” Really, it was just appalling that she had been bitten by a sleazy pawn broker. Disgusting.
“All of that aside.... I actually came to talk to you about a..job offer of sorts...”
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“Forgive me but... I don’t think I know who you are...” She tries to commit everyone’s face to memory, but there are so many Fables that sometimes faces just escape her. This one however, seems terribly familiar but concurrently she can’t recall ever meeting this man.
“Is there something I can help you with, Sir...?”
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Heels click vehemently against the wood floors of the hall outside of the Business Office. She’s been pacing for what seems like ages, rifling through text-riddled papers with manicured fingers.
The windowless office makes the Deputy Mayor stir-crazy after a certain hour, and so taking to the empty halls is the next best alternative.
“I have more old case files for you,” Snow pops her head into the Sheriff’s office again, for probably the third or fourth time in her pacing. “I’m not sure if you want to keep all of these, but I keep finding more--”
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“Don’t get in my way next time, huh? You should’a known I fuckin’ bite,” he huffed. “You’re gonna be fuckin’ fine it ain’t even that bad.”
“You drew blood, Jersey. That’s a little less than appropriate, I think.” The woman placed a hand on her hip, turning the other over to examine the bandages that wrapped her fingers.
“If you didn’t want me to touch things, you could have just asked.”
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To my blurry eyes she looks like, an angel of mercy. Mercy and sarcasm. My favorite combination.