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entrancelogs2014-10-24 07:26 pm
goesdown) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-24 07:26 pm
The Tale of Tavish Blackwood
Who: Tavish Blackwood (Crowley) and OPEN
Where: Storybrooke, mostly his house, his business and the diner.
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tavish Blackwood leads an ordinary life as an ordinary tailor.
The Story:
Day 1:
Tavish Blackwood goes through the motions the same as ever. He wakes up and makes himself a nice breakfast alone. Some mornings he has a mess to straighten up, but there were no house guests last night and on this morning, everything is just as he left it the night before.
He sips his coffee over a boring news paper and gets dressed before heading over to the modest shop where he does his tailoring. There's a bell at door to get his attention, but he keeps his back to it for much of the day, pinning and sewing a dress for someone's boring party about a boring thing. The woman had yammered on about it, but he can't remember a word.
By the end of the day, he's worn and weary and had far fewer projects than he'd like under way. He walks home, checking familiar places for a familiar face and then he goes home alone.
Days 2-3:
Today, things feel less monotonous and Tavish isn't sure why. He makes his breakfast a little different and he smiles over the paper. Business has picked up a bit, no thanks to Lerman, and he's starting to feel a little more optimistic about his life.
He walks to work and the weather is nicer than it's been in ages and he even opts to prop the heavy door to his shop open and let the fresh air in. He's still busy with projects, but they're all coming out perfectly and he can't help smiling down at the suit that he's taking in.
After he closes up shop, he heads to the diner. It might be nice to be social for a while before bed.
Days 4-5:
Once the smoke passes over Tavish and his memories of his other life come flooding back, he's left shaken. He's human, isn't he? He certainly feels human because he feels at all. That life has to be some sort of illusion, doesn't it? Except maybe he was happier there. Is that worth being a demon? He can't quite process all of the terrible things he's done if that life is the real one.
Instead of facing the problem head-on, he heads to his shop, closing all of the blinds and covering the windows until no daylight seeps in. Then he gets to work sewing, as he always does. The front door is still unlocks with its little bell tied to the doorknob, but anyone who enters will find him crouched over a sewing machine with only a desk light to see it.
Where: Storybrooke, mostly his house, his business and the diner.
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tavish Blackwood leads an ordinary life as an ordinary tailor.
The Story:
Day 1:
Tavish Blackwood goes through the motions the same as ever. He wakes up and makes himself a nice breakfast alone. Some mornings he has a mess to straighten up, but there were no house guests last night and on this morning, everything is just as he left it the night before.
He sips his coffee over a boring news paper and gets dressed before heading over to the modest shop where he does his tailoring. There's a bell at door to get his attention, but he keeps his back to it for much of the day, pinning and sewing a dress for someone's boring party about a boring thing. The woman had yammered on about it, but he can't remember a word.
By the end of the day, he's worn and weary and had far fewer projects than he'd like under way. He walks home, checking familiar places for a familiar face and then he goes home alone.
Days 2-3:
Today, things feel less monotonous and Tavish isn't sure why. He makes his breakfast a little different and he smiles over the paper. Business has picked up a bit, no thanks to Lerman, and he's starting to feel a little more optimistic about his life.
He walks to work and the weather is nicer than it's been in ages and he even opts to prop the heavy door to his shop open and let the fresh air in. He's still busy with projects, but they're all coming out perfectly and he can't help smiling down at the suit that he's taking in.
After he closes up shop, he heads to the diner. It might be nice to be social for a while before bed.
Days 4-5:
Once the smoke passes over Tavish and his memories of his other life come flooding back, he's left shaken. He's human, isn't he? He certainly feels human because he feels at all. That life has to be some sort of illusion, doesn't it? Except maybe he was happier there. Is that worth being a demon? He can't quite process all of the terrible things he's done if that life is the real one.
Instead of facing the problem head-on, he heads to his shop, closing all of the blinds and covering the windows until no daylight seeps in. Then he gets to work sewing, as he always does. The front door is still unlocks with its little bell tied to the doorknob, but anyone who enters will find him crouched over a sewing machine with only a desk light to see it.
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He moves closer, pinching at seams and testing the fit.
"At any rate, we'll have this fitting in no time."
He starts to slip safety pins in to keep track of what he needs to do to the dress.
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"I trust you. You always possessed magic fingers." She teased him, as she often did. There was no harm in flirting and she had always found him rather cute, if not older than her.
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"I'll have it fitting you perfectly in four hours." Stepping away, he starts to jot down notes. "Go ahead and change back."
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Tavish moves around setting his pad aside and moving things to make room for the dress. It's his closest deadline and therefore his priority right now. Nothing else is due to be picked up for at least another day.
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"I'm afraid business is a little too good to leave much time for socializing right now."
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"I hope at least that you'll get out a bit more. I'm worried about you."
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Dragging a drunk former cop home counts as going out, right? It involves being outside, at the very least.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm a big boy."
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"I don't mean to be offensive." She offers.
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And he shuts it down just like that. It's easy enough, because it's true. If she wants her dress, then he has to get it done.
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