I FINALLY HAVE INTERNET IN MY DORM.
I should be back, in full swing, tomorrow night. :D
Gonna have to reorganize myself a little, but I’ll get back on track.
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— Artie Abrams (TC)
— Dorcas Meadowes (WWHF)
— Charlie West (TC)
— Charley Tiikeri (TaH)
I’m so happy she’s getting some more attention this time and so I just wanted to post a link to encourage you guys to keep posting in her plot page while I’m at work!
Also, Stell/Alex/Rose/Jamey: I replied to you guys!
Hey everyone! I am around and reading stuff, but I’m keeping my postage to a minimum because when I have internet, it is on my phone. I have posts written on my phone and hopefully I’ll get some laptop time tonight to put up some posts on TC and TAH and comment on WWHF stuff.
A Charley Weiss drabble, that might be expanded into an entire fic.Here, Charley is told that she might have the spirit of Snow White inside of her.
“Okay, wait. Wait just one damn minute, okay?”
“Alright, alright, I’m waiting,” the man said as he continued to stare at Charley from across the table. Her jaw still hung open in confusion and shock, looking at him like he was batshit crazy. Because he was — he had to be, right?
Charley bit her lip, leaning forward a bit. She only dared to speak in hushed tones now, for fear that she’d look insane, too. “You think I’m… Snow White?” she asked, and the man nodded confidently. Charley sat back, and crossed her arms. “Okay, I’m sorry, but what kind of crazy horse shit is that?”
“Well, it’s not actually that you are Snow White,” the man expanded, but to be quite frank, the girl was still a bit lost since he had brought up fairytale characters.
“…well, then, what is it?” she asked, expecting him to go on. As crazy as this entire thing was, she wasn’t about to just be left hanging. She needed to know the full scale of this guy’s insanity before she judged how to handle this.
The man leaned forward, placing his hands on the table and lacing his fingers together. He opened his mouth as if to speak, and then closed it, remaining silent. He didn’t seem to know how to put it, which made Charley worry just a bit more than she had been before. Don’t get confused, now — she still didn’t believe any of this shit, but she was pretty sure that whatever scenario the crazy dude was playing out in his head wasn’t exactly a good one.
The silence continued for a couple of seconds, and the tension — and Charley’s worries — seemed to grow more and more palpable as they did. She fidgeted in her seat.
“It’s not that,” the man repeated, “It’s that you have her spirit inside of you. The spirit of Snow White is trapped inside of you, supporting you, helping you to live and breathe and function. So, in a way, you are her, but in a way, she’s just in you. And my job is to help her return home, back to where she’s from. Where she belongs.”
Slowly, a thought began to settle into Charley’s mind that she wasn’t necessarily a fan of. “…and how do you plan on doing that?”
The man didn’t say a word. He simply looked up, and met eyes with her, and that’s when she knew. Without hesitating, she pushed her chair away from the table and bolted toward the door, almost colliding with several of the diner’s waitresses as she went. She tumbled into the street, glancing back behind her to see the man stumbling out the door, as well.
Well, shit. First, she’d met an insane person, and now, that same guy was trying to fucking murder her. What a fucking wonderful day this was turning out to be, huh?
Charley Weiss — Trust A Hero RPG — Owed: 1; Total: 4
Artie Abrams — Taking Chances RPG — Owed: 0; Total: 0