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She had a dream but she forgot about it [Asma x Jen]

Asma
Messages : 229
Date d'inscription : 01/04/2022
Crédits : graenfur

Univers fétiche : Dystopique, fantastique, mythologie, etc.
Préférence de jeu : Les deux
patrick
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Asma
Ven 2 Déc - 21:26

Gabrielle Hightower (Rapunzel)
I am 20 years old and I live in Storybrooke, USA. I am an Art History Major and I lead a boring, recluse life at home with my mother. Thanks to her and my lack of social life, I am single and that is all I have ever known.

More about me.






Monsters out there ? What did he mean, monsters ? That was a joke, right ? It had to be some sort of a joke. Or was it ?

Okay. Okay, she breathed. That is insane. Some people can be scary, you have to be very careful outside, but no actual and litteral monster actually lives in the area. That would have been known. Someone would have said or done something about it. At least said.

- Oh, so you DO have a car ! Gabrielle exclaimed, when the man mentioned riding. Or is it a motorcycle ? I read that usually, boy gave their cars girls' names. Lucy, Belle, Eleanor. Oh wait, isn't Max both gendered ? Is that short for Maxine ?

If the idea of getting into a car was scary, riding a bike was absolutely terrifying. She hoped he did not have a bike. And again, wouldn't that be part or the fun ? Or would that be part of the "dying" segment of her day ?

All her speculations were cut short. "For now you will have to walk".

What ? No ! No way she was walking. The beach was on the other side of town. It would take them forever to get there, and even longer to get back. What if she had an emergency and had to rush back home ? Or to the E.R. ? No, they needed a vehicle.

Gabrielle put her face in her hands, hesitating. She had to pull it together. Today was the one day she would do something actually crazy in her life. The blonde girl went up to there mother's room and started rummaging her drawers, until she found the precious sesame.

- Follow me, she said once she was back down the stairs, jingling the car keys she had just snatched.

She went to the garage and removed a dusty cover, revealing underneath a shiny vintage 1965 light chocolate-colored Mustang. Her mother had told her that was her dad's. It had been rotting in the garage forever. One day, while completely bored, Gabrielle had set her mind on fixing it. She had studied the model, looked at tutorials on how to repair such a car. Over the months, she had ordered the pieces one by one, whenever her mother could afford to get them.  Piece by piece, she had taken apart and rebuilt the whole car. The only missing part in this makeover was the seat cushions, who were in dire need of being changed. The leather had dried and cracked in several places. Still, Gabrielle was extremely proud of her work.

It turned out the only thing she had never done was actually turn on the contact and take the car for a ride. Although the thought had occurred to her on several occasions, her mother had always disagreed and she had never dared challenge her.

What if something happened to her ? Or to the car ? Did she really want to risk destroying the only token left she had from her father ? It was such a precious gift she had to keep it safe. Not let anyone see it and risk becoming jealous. Or willing to steal it.

Today was crazy day. Today was bonfire day. She would do that, come home and never ask for anything, ever again.

'I've done this thousands of time..... on the simulator', she finished in a low voice. 'It can't be much more complicated.'

Put the middle thingy on D for drive. Then press the right pedal. Because right was for riding on. And left was for lowering speed and stopping. D Drive, R riding, L, lowering speed. Right. It could not be that hard. Gabrielle breathed and sat herself behind the wheel.

She paused for a moment, holding her keys mid-air. Today was finally the day.

*****

'Eugene, I. Hum. I have to tell you something. Remember when I said I just woke up that way... Weeeeeeeell. That might have been a lie.'

Rapunzel toyed nervously with a long strand of her back-to-blonde hair.

'Let's see. As you know, my father forbade me to leave the castle. So of course, I left. Hum. With the help of Cassandra. And Max. We just wanted to have a bit of fun. Before you say anything, this was my idea, not theirs. And turns out... we ran into that place. You know, the one where the flower was picked to save my mum and me. And those sticky rocks were there. I touched one and 'poof', the hair was all back. Crazy, isn't it ?'

Rapunzel chuckled nervously. She paused, and composed herself again.

'Soooo.... ? Give it to me. How bad was it ?'

Across the room, her pet chameleon pointed an accusing paw at her, and mimicked himself getting his throat cut.

'What ? That bad ? Seriously, stop looking at me like that, Pascal !' She scolded him. 'So Cassandra was right. He IS going to hate me forever. What am I going to do ?' She lamented. 'I just wanted one day out of this castle...'

She paused, than stared straight into the eyes of her pet chameleon, who had turned a slight shade of pink and purple.

'Of course I love him. But I can't tell him, can I, now ?'

*****

'Are you coming ?' She gestured the man. 'Sorry, what did you say your name was again ?'

Gabrielle started the engine. It roared a pleasing sound, that soon became the purring of a happy car engine. Gabrielle opened the garage door. Off they could go !

The car suddenly lurched forward and jerked to a halt. Okay. Okay. That sometimes did happen to her in the simulator too. Without the jumping forward part. Again. On the second try, the car started more smoothly.

- Weeeeee, the girl smiled. We can go now !

She stared at him.

- Where to ?

Jen
Messages : 131
Date d'inscription : 26/07/2022
Crédits : fleacircus.ig

Univers fétiche : Réel
Préférence de jeu : Les deux
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Jen
Dim 4 Déc - 15:52

Eugène
Fitzherbert

I am 26 years old, and I used to live in Corona Castle , in the Fairytales World. I am a former thief, now king and I am doing pretty well in my opinion. Thanks to my luck, I am happily married and I was delighted with it until until my queen forgot about us.

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What was she doing ? She was carelessly exposed to all those monsters lurking at her, and all she could think of what shouting and gesturing towards him ? Eugene urged her silently to stop this. What was thinking she thinking of ? But obviously, she did not seem to see his terrified face from that distance anyway. Fair enough, he did not want to look like a coward in front of her anyway.

He dashed back to the house, trying his best to stay alert. He almost bumped into her, out of breath and was about to ask what in the actual hell was wrong with her when he noticed that she was standing right next to yet another monster. But she seemed confident, and entered inside the monster ? That actually from a closer look had the appearance of a funny-looking coach ? Oh... Eugene bursted in laughter. That was the thing they would use as coaches here. Was it what a car was ? A very fancy upgrade from his good old Max indeed.

A little ashamed of his obvious overreaction, the young lad did his best to conceal his uneasiness while opening the coach's door. He nervously sat on the stiff leather seat, and reached out for the fabric strap that was hanging on his left side side. Just like Rapunzel did, he put it into a small hole on his right side. Wait, how fast was this thing so that they would need to strap themselves to the seats ?! The blonde girl next to him seemed very confident. So he did not say anything. He was brave. Instead, he answered her previous question.

"- Eugene, I mean officially it is Eugene Fitzherbert but you might also call me Flynn Rider. Actually, whichever one sounds more familiar to you."

He was still hoping that she would recall his name. Even if it was Flynn and not Eugene. It was fine by him. He would happily take the smallest sign that she had not simply erased his entire existence in her memory just like this. He would not emotionally recover from that.

And then, chaos started. Rapunzel apparently woke up the thing, and it made a terrifying roar that shook Eugene from head to toes. Then, she proceeded to open the door in front of them so to let the machine exit. Did it have a will of its own ? Suddenly, Eugene understood how much the fabric strap was needed. He held on to it for dear life. His eyes wide opened were fixed in front of him, wondering in which tree they would crash into first.

It made a horrific jump and the young lad held on to the seat even harder.

"- Wait, are you su..."

The thing miraculously resigned and it looked like Rapunzel finally took control over it. She smiled brightly, and that scared him even more. Was she even sure of what she was doing ? But then her question cut his worries short.

"- What do you mean, where to ?" he asked back startled.

She was the one living here, she had to know where to go right ? Then again, if Gothel was as strict as he remembered she was... He sighted. He would be the guide in this unknown and scary world. As long as she was controlling the thing they were in, they wouldn't be that much in danger.

"- Well, I guess we're aiming for the beach by tonight, but we still have a whole day ahead so..."

He quickly looked around him, if there was anything to help. There ! A white sign was pointing to their left. Mall. Amazing, Mall it would be. Whatever that meant. Probably the name of a neighbouring village in which they could stop, far from Gothel's reach and then think.

"- Let's go to Mall, he said in a voice that he wanted to sound confident. From there, we can try to find our way to the beach for tonight."

He then turned his head to the girl beside him. Ultimately, he would need her to help him espace this mess. And he would need to convince her to come with him too.

"- By the way, would you mind telling me a little about your life here R... Gabrielle ?" he asked as if out of mere curiosity.

He needed to understand what was going on, who she was and if there was any chance for them to go back to Corona together.


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Asma
Messages : 229
Date d'inscription : 01/04/2022
Crédits : graenfur

Univers fétiche : Dystopique, fantastique, mythologie, etc.
Préférence de jeu : Les deux
patrick
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Asma
Dim 11 Déc - 13:04

Gabrielle Hightower (Rapunzel)
I am 20 years old and I live in Storybrooke, USA. I am an Art History Major and I lead a boring, recluse life at home with my mother. Thanks to her and my lack of social life, I am single and that is all I have ever known.

More about me.





A sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through her veins. She was out of the house. Out, out. Not just on the lawn, between the mailbox and the front of the house. She actually was in a car, leaving the driveway. This was most certainly the craziest thing she had ever done in her entire life.

‘Eugene ? You certainly did not strike me as a Eugene’, she smiled.

***

Rapunzel heard a rasp at the door, followed by the appearance of a familiar face.

‘Someone ordered room service ?’
‘Eugene’, she chanted.

The man was smiling charmingly, holding a tray of her favourite strawberry cake. Seated at her windowsill, Rapunzel had been staring at the great outdoors, beyond the castle walls, longingly.

In all the seven kingdoms, the farthermost she’d been allowed to go to was the edge of the castle lands. Once, she had climbed the walls and seen what was beyond them. At that time, she had promised herself she would visit Bayangor, Ingvarr, Koto and all the other neighbouring kingdoms. She would travel even further away. Someday.

***

‘What do you mean, what do “I” mean ? You’re the one who mentioned you knew the way to the bonfire…’ Rapunzel exclaimed.

Oh, right, the party would not start before night time. She had definitely not thought of that. A sudden wave of anxiety caught her square in the chest. Should they be turning back ? Maybe wait until later. In the meanwhile, she’d stay quietly at home. Where it was safe to lay back and wait. And maybe, why not, stay at home ? Indefinitely ? No ! That was part of the adventure. If she was to be grounded at home for the rest of her adult life, she might as well make her day worth the while. This was going to be a glorious day.

‘The mall ? You want us to go to the mall ?!’

Suddenly, exhilaration gave way to pure panic, with a hint of agoraphobia. Huge place, hundreds of people in the same place. Although Storybrooke’s mall was more of an average town shopping arcade with an adjoining supermarket, that was still too ambitious for her. Then again, a big gathering was the last place she’d expect running into her mother. Wasn’t that the whole point ? She signalled to turn left.

‘What is there to say ? You climbing into my bedroom is probably the most crazy, exciting – and scary – thing that ever happened to me.’

And yet she was in the car with said crazy person. What a day !

‘I’ve had quite an uneventful life. I’m not really an outdoorsy people. It used to be better when I was smaller, but then, my father died. He was a police officer, you see. Frederic Hightower. After that, my mother decided I’d better stay at home.’

She shrugged.

***

‘I haven’t had a chance to apologise for putting you on the spot with that proposal.’

Rapunzel bit her lip. With all that had happened with her father, grounding her as if she was still only a child – a child he had not seen growing up –, she had almost forgotten the way she had turned down Eugene. Why was he the one apologising ? Why was he not looking angrily at her ?

‘I’ll admit, I don’t quite understand why you said no’, he went on, seating next to her on the windowsill, ‘but I promise to try he best I can until I do. In the meantime, I’ll stay right here and we’ll take things slowly. I miss this.’
‘I missed you’, she mumbled.

She took a long deep breath.

‘Eugene, I am deeply sorry I lied to you. With everything, the pressure of the coronation, all those changes in my life – in our lives’, she corrected, ‘that was one change too many for me. I simply wanted to go out. See the world. Just like we said we’d do. No pressure, no strings attached. I feel like I’m back to square one.’
‘What do you mean ?’
‘The tower. Locked in again’, she sighed.

Eugene looked somehow hurt.

‘We… they are your family, Rapunzel.’

He cupped her cheek with his hand. She leaned into it, closing her eyes at his touch.

‘I know. I really do. It’s just… I sometimes have that feeling. Of being stuck in an infinite loop. From one tower to another. And whenever I try to run away, I get caught up by reality and I’m back in the tower. Is that crazy ?’

***

Following the signs, Gabrielle took another left and entered the shopping centre’s parking lot. Most of the spots were empty, which she believed meant there would not be that many people inside ? Hopefully ? She could not believe she had driven by herself up to this place. And the look of the place ! Everything seemed adorable in this town. Why was her mother so worried ? Then she remembered Jerusalem’s Lot. Average small town from a series of book by Stephen King, where the most horrible things had happened. Maybe reading horror stories was not such a good idea.

She put the gear on “park” and cut off the engine.

‘What about you, Eugene ?’ She asked to distract herself from the distressing thought. ‘I mean, apart from your earlier jokes or whatever. What’s your story ? I mean, your real story.’
Jen
Messages : 131
Date d'inscription : 26/07/2022
Crédits : fleacircus.ig

Univers fétiche : Réel
Préférence de jeu : Les deux
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Jen
Ven 30 Déc - 15:17

Eugène
Fitzherbert

I am 26 years old, and I used to live in Corona Castle , in the Fairytales World. I am a former thief, now king and I am doing pretty well in my opinion. Thanks to my luck, I am happily married and I was delighted with it until until my queen forgot about us.

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Eugene frowned when Rapunzel mentioned her father who passed away. Part of himself could not refrain from doubting the fact. Wasn't Gothel once again bluntly lying to her ? Or was he currently being an absolute jerk for not empathising with her at the mention of her late father ? He nod in silence, his eyes still on the road. He'd better not share his doubts with her right now.

But soon, the young lad started to feel worried again. They were not heading towards anything that looked like a small village. If anything, they seemed to have landed in a cave where other "cars" were left abandoned. At least he thought they were cars. They all differed slightly in shape and colour, but they most definitely had the same features. Eugene shook his head. What a strange world she was living in.

Gabrielle stopped the car, and her question made him freeze. His story ? His real story ? He took a desperate glance at her. He told her his real story at least a million times already, but she wouldn't listen. He was about to repeat the same thing all over again, but he refrained. At last, he managed to build a burgeoning trust between them. And she looked so much happier already. Could he ruin it again ? Shouldn't he try to accommodate with her for the moment ? Tell her what she wanted to hear ? But that would be lying. And she didn't need more people lying to her. And still, maybe he needed to lie to her to get her out of this nightmare ? To get them out. Eugene felt guilt and disgust slowly arising within his heart. Alright then. He would lie to her - again. Just like the first time they met, he would lie to her. And maybe, that was what it takes to free them both. Maybe there were simply no other way. And maybe she would forgive him. If she did not... He preferred not to think about it. One issue at a time.

He got out of the car and started following the blonde girl. She took a staircase that had a very artificial smell. Eugene coughed a little, and started knitting his web of lies.

“- Well, I'm actually from a small village nearby, you wouldn't even know the name, he started as confidently as he could. I grew up reading a lot of books and fairytales, so I know a few good stories if you ask me ! My parents have a... bakery and so I have some bread-making skills.

Throwing in a little bit of true facts here and there was the easiest way to build his lie. No, his parents were never bakers, nor did he ever worked in a bakery before, but he definitely knew a thing or two about making bread. At least probably more than her, and that was enough to conceal any doubt coming from her.

He should also maybe find a valid excuse for breaking into her room the way he did. That was a little more challenging. But before he could think about it, they entered in the strangest building he has ever witnessed. The ceiling was high, moving stairs here and there, bright lights everywhere, and the most curious items displayed in what looked like storefronts of another world. Eugene suddenly got at loss of words staring with his eyes wide open at the surroundings. That was definitely not the small village he had expected. What was this place ? A sort of giant marketplace ? But where were the merchants ? Hidden in their stores ? What was the point then ? The young lad tried his very best not to look too stunned in front of Rapunzel but that proved to be extremely difficult.

He then spotted a bookstore - this made him immediately more comfortable.

“- Oh, I did not know there was a bookstore there, he pretended as if he was familiar with the place. Do you mind if we go have a look inside ?

He was curious to know which kind of book were read here. Maybe that would also help him understand a little more this world he stumbled into. He first headed into the history section, but he did not understand they way the books were classified. What did they mean “world war” ? He ignored that section. Rapunzel did not seem that much interested anyway. Out of habit, he went straight to the fairytales instead.

“- That was my favorite story when I was a kid, he said joyfully while grabbing a nicely decorated book titled Jack and the Beanstalk.

He looked and the other tales on the shelf and his eyes got caught by some weirdly familiar blond hair. He heart missed a beat. He pulled the book to have a look. Rapunzel. He opened the book. The high tower, the princess. The thief. Their whole story was in this child’s book. Eugene gasped. How ? Why ? Why were they a tale ? He franticly turned the pages until the very last one. They lived happily ever after. Yes, and then ? The story was cut there. If he had any doubts left, now it was crystal clear : something was off, something was wrong.

He hastily put the book back into its place before Rapunzel could ask any questions. Instead he took tried to make sense of what he had just seen. But the more he tried the less he understood. Was he only a fairytale in this world ? But what about Rapunzel herself ? The book obviously was depicting their own story. But…

He tried his best to stay still. Act normal. Just like the regular young man he pretended he was. Eugene approached Rapunzel, who was having a look at some books a few feet away.

“- So you enjoy reading too ?” he asked innocently.

In his head, confused thoughts were still colliding. Did she ever encountered the book he just saw ? Did she even recognize herself ? Her story ? Her real story ?


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