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entrancelogs2014-10-26 10:03 pm
lightgunhustler) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-26 10:03 pm
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[OPEN/EVENT] Your dead end dreams don't make you smile;
Who: Jo Harvelle Beth Williams & you!
Where: Throughout Storybrooke, most notably the diner and the cemetery.
When: October 24th - 28th
Rating: PG
Summary: Stuck in a dead-end job in a small town with no family to call her own, sometimes a little forced hope all you have to get you through.
The Story:
October 24th
October 25th & 26th
October 27th & 28th
Where: Throughout Storybrooke, most notably the diner and the cemetery.
When: October 24th - 28th
Rating: PG
Summary: Stuck in a dead-end job in a small town with no family to call her own, sometimes a little forced hope all you have to get you through.
The Story:
October 24th
School had never really worked out for her. It wasn't that Beth wasn't smart; she'd gotten through high school easily and even went on to give college a try, but something about it had never been a good fit. She was too indecisive, unable to focus on any one thing or sit still long enough to put what she was learning to good use, and after three semesters of struggling to find the right niche, she'd decided to call it quits. She tried to remind herself of that every time she wanted to complain about her job, to remind herself that she'd chosen waitressing as a stepping stone to-- well, to be honest, she didn't know what else.
But something. There was something beyond Storybrooke, and aside from Charlie and a few other friends, there wasn't much to keep her here. Out there? Out there were possibilities.
That said, there were certainly worse jobs to be had. She actually liked working at The Pie Hole most days. Fred was a nice guy, decent if a little on the maudlin side, and the girls she worked with were both interesting personalities in their own right. The fact that they lived in a town about the size of a dime meant that most customers who came in were nice and gave a new meaning to the term 'regular' with how often they stopped in, though occasionally there were a few gems that either Beth or Andrea decided needed some coffee spilled in their lap by accident.
She'll be at the diner from early morning until late afternoon, after which she can be met walking home to the nearby apartment she shares with Charlie.
October 25th & 26th
She'd been looking for any trace of her father for years. He'd vanished when she was little, so long ago that she could barely remember his face, but she'd still made regular attempts to track him down. After so many years with no luck, a small part of her was almost ready to give up. If he wanted anything to do with her, he would have gotten in touch by now, wouldn't he? Nobody had ever told her the story of why he'd left, but it had been years since there had been anyone around to elaborate. She'd been on her own for ages now -- longer than seemed possible now that she thought about it, given her age, but it was what it was. She was used to being alone, but sometimes she still hoped.
Something was different today. Her interest in finding him was suddenly renewed, thanks to a particularly vivid dream she'd had the night before. Most of it was hazy, indistinct, but she remembered one thing with clarity: her father walking through the front door while she was still in pigtails, scooping her up into his arms and twirling her around as he hugged her against his chest, like he hadn't seen her weeks. That moment had been lucid enough that she swore she could still smell the leather of his jacket when she woke up, and the scene continued to haunt her as she went about preparing for her day. It wasn't imagined, was it? It was a memory, a memory of someone who had once been too happy to see her to just up and walk away for no reason. Someone who had loved her, once, even if things had changed.
It felt worth giving the search another try.
Throughout both days, Beth can be found working the day shift at the diner, though evenings are a different story. There isn't much to do in a small down like Storybrooke, if you ask her, but the evening of the 25th will find her at the library, looking through public records -- "for research," if anyone asks. Afterwards, she'll continue her project at home, most likely asking Charlie for her assistance.
October 27th & 28th
Beth had made an effort to stick to her usual routine after things changed, but it was difficult. Whichever set of memories was real, she couldn't tell -- both were so clear and felt so genuine that it seemed impossible to tell them apart, especially when she considered the sudden existence of ghosts and demons and everything in between when she'd never believed in them before. She'll spend most of her time trying to go through the motions and talk herself into believing that her Storybrooke life is the real one, but there's one memory in particular that will prove her wrong when she allows herself to dwell on it.
The afternoon of the 28th will find her in the cemetery. The death of her father causes her heart to ache far too much for it to be something she'd just imagined, but separating her Storybrooke memories from all the rest is still an overwhelming undertaking. A part of her knows that she won't find his headstone here, that there had never been enough of him left to bury anywhere that she could actually go and visit, but something about walking the rows between the grave markers feels right, even if she's searching for a name that she knows can't possibly be there. He may not be here, but maybe this is the closest she's ever going to get.
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Beth's next comment has Charlie frowning, just a little bit. For all that Charlie doesn't know Eli except in passing, she does know Beth, and anyone would be lucky to be with her. Charlie had nursed a tiny crush on her in high school, one that has since faded, but even then she knew Beth was awesome.
"Hey, you stop that kind of talk. What does him being a doctor have to do with anything?" Beth better not be thinking that she isn't worth being with a doctor, that just Isn't Gonna Fly with Charlie. "Just go out and have fun. Don't even worry about any future things, enjoy yourself."
Basically, Charlie says Relax.
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She smiles tightly instead, pushing those worries of her down and to the back of her mind. "So try not to think so damn hard about it?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, vaguely amused. She helps herself to a seat beside Charlie on the edge of the bed, just for the time being.
"You're better at this than I am. The relaxing part," she points out, her smile hitching up higher on one side. "Good thing you're my cheering section."
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Turning to angle herself to face Beth a little better, she grins. "Not that I've been on a date in forever. Much easier to be all 'don't worry be happy' about things when I'm not the one going out for a hot night on the town with McHottie."
That's his nickname and she's sticking to it. Also, she may have recently marathoned Grey's Anatomy. Neither of which are the point.
"Do I need to give you a lecture about curfew?" Charlie teases, elbowing Beth just a little.
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It was worth remembering, really. It wasn't like they were strangers. Far from it -- but formality and expectations had been added into the equation, and that was what made it seem like so much more of a leap than it actually was.
She grins, leaning over to nudge Charlie with her elbow. "Want me to ask if he knows any cute nurses who are feeling lonely? Bet he'd be happy to set you up. And no, I'll stick to curfew. No worries, mom, I'll be home long before the car turns back into a pumpkin."
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Slapping her hands down on her knees, she pushes herself off the bed. "I'll leave you alone to get dressed. You want me to keep him waiting at the door so you can make a grand entrance?"
She is the truest friend.