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Post by Prince Phillip on Mar 20, 2014 21:54:49 GMT -5
"I'm here, I'm here.." Phillip mumbled, twisting and writhing on the ground. He drew in ragged breaths, clawing at the moss covered floor of the forest. His eyes were shut tightly, though he struggled to get them open. All he could feel was fire, licking his feet and creeping up his legs. And then in an instant, frozen. It wasn't possible, she was right there but couldn't see him. Why? He felt alive, alive enough only to feel pain, to feel loss. He grasped all around him, trying to find something real to hold onto.
"NOOOOOOO!" His scream rang out throughout the silent forest, the sound carrying on the wind. Above his crumpled body, birds fled from their nests, squawking in protest to their being disturbed.
As soon as the nightmare began, it was over. Phillips' eyes popped open as he body shot upward. After a moment, the realization that this was not part of the dream settled over him, as he tried to calm his breathing. His chest heaved up and down, and sweat dripped down the contours of his lean face. His hair fell over his eyes, uncut, and his face revealed days of stubble. His head spun with nightmares, or perhaps they were terrible realities?
He raised his hands up to his line of vision and noticed they were torn and bloody, caked in days worth of dirt. Every part of his body ached, and he felt uncomfortable in his own skin, as if he did't fit it in quite right. He tried stretching out his arms and legs while surveying the area around him. He was in a forest, that was simple enough. But it wasn't his forest. This place felt different. Even smelled different. Or maybe he was the one who smelled...
At a time like this he couldn't believe a thought like that came into his mind. Who cares if he smelled? He had his body back! The body that was constantly being tortured or tormented by some evil queen or another. Maybe he hadn't missed it. Little good it had done him, or Aurora. Phillip sighed, lowering his head to rest on his knees. If anyone were to come across him they would probably think him to be a vagrant, most certainly not a Prince. Despite his normal attempt at bravery, he felt deflated.
"Where am I?" He looked up, trying to find some answer from the unknown. The night was cold and quiet. The stillness gave him no peace. The silence mocked him. He moaned loudly; he was lost and so was she. He was lost again with no way to find her. Or Mulan. Or anyone...
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Post by Graham/Huntsman on Mar 21, 2014 1:38:09 GMT -5
"Your in StoryBrooke Forest" Graham had heard the scream as he had been avoiding the pain of telling the one he loved goodbye with hunting. He used his tracking skills and quick feet movements to find the person attached to voice. He had found the man just in time to hear him ask out loud where he was. He couldn't help but remember an encounter back n the enchanted forest and helping a young injured man escape from people looking for him. It reminded him of how he only use to hunt when necessary. On this planet there was no need for hunting. There had been these devices called refrigerators run by electricity that kept things fresh and meats were shipped and bought all around the country. Yet, he thought, keeping in touch with his past would be nice. Well some of his past was nice, though he tended to remember all the negative things.
Graham was getting himself back to being a huntsman. The more relaxed lifestyle in this world wasn't going to help him when they got back home. Robin had the bow and arrows he preferred and he was left with an ordinary set, which wasp kay. HE was a great marksman with out magic to help guide his bow and arrow. He was about to release the arrow when the scream had filled the area and the deer had been spooked. He almost instantly started moving toward the noise and was surprises to see someone that looked a bit out of their element. "Who are you?" He watched the stranger closely realizing the bow and arrow was still in his hands ready for his arm to release the arm was now raised in the man's direction. He looked over the man for a moment to get a read on him before placing the arrow back in it's container and moved to hold bow with one hand. His hand extended toward the man. "The huntsman, you are?"
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Post by Prince Phillip on Mar 21, 2014 11:10:08 GMT -5
Phillip heard a voice reply to his plea. Never had Phillip believed in a higher power, a being or beings that created everything, but with all that had happened in the past few days he was beginning to wonder. He was still staring up at the treeline when Graham approached, and shuddered at the sound of another voice, as if it were an intruder.
When he finally turned, he was met by an intimadating looking man, standing tall with a bow and arrow pointed directly at his head. Now definitely was the time to believe in a god. Phillip grimaced, raising his arms up to shield his face. He wasn't familar with this feeling of dread, of desperation. He never backed down from an enemy, especially one who pointed a weapon at him. He peeked through his tightly clenched eyelids to get another look at the man who may very well kill him. If he could be killed that was. He noticed the man had lowered his weapon.
Wow, he really must look that pathetic, crumpled on the forest floor. He never cared about his appearance, as long as he bathed regularly and put on clean clothes, but right now he couldn't imagine how he looked. The man standing before him didn't seem to care. He offered his hand to Phillip, much to Phillip's surprise. He introduced himself, though not with a name, more of a title. 'The Huntsman' Phillip pondered. The guy looked the part that was a definite.
"I'm...." Phillip stuttered, attempting to accept the man's offer to help him up. He pushed himself up a bit and tried to grasp onto the man's arm, but his hand was too weak, causing him to slip back onto the ground.
"I'm Rhys." He lied. He often called himself by his middle name when in strange places. Phillip never cared much for his Prince title, but if this man had heard of him he may be in danger. Even though he was lost, unsure of what this 'storybrooke forest' was, he remained guarded. Chills overtook his body, and he began to shake. Was his body rejecting his soul? Or was his soul too damaged... He felt weak and helpless.. Good thing he didn't tell this man he was a prince, the man would laugh and think he was insane!
"I don't know how I got here," He mumbled, hoping the feeling would pass. He rubbed his eyes, looking up at the man again. He wondered what was running through this "Huntsman's" mind; he was sure the man thought him to a be a drunkard, vagrant or plain old crazy. His eyes revealed something else however, flashes of desparity, pain and even a little hope.
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Post by Graham/Huntsman on Mar 23, 2014 11:11:23 GMT -5
Had the man not fallen into their world or screamed for someone to locate him, he would have continued on his way. He would have managed to kill the deer. Graham would have cried over it thanking it for the beautiful creature's life to feed him and his friends. Yet, he didn't feel like he had friends anymore and so he would most likely cry over the creature asking for forgiveness that some of it's meat might go to waste. Graham had died and seven months had passed, giving everyone time to morn and move past him. Then suddenly he was back again and he knew people would have moved on once he realized how much time had passed since the last time he was living. Graham just ignored it and thought everything could go back to normal, but it just never did.
He wasn't sure how many months had passed since then and he honestly didn't care. Time wasn't of his concern anymore. His main concern was getting back to his huntsman ways. Life here was definitely different than back in the Enchanted Forest. There was no plumbing, no electricity. The only thing that had him wanting to go back was the pack of wolves he called family, though he wasn't sure if they were even alive now. After all the town had been in sort of a frozen state for 28 years. He wasn't sure if he could though, get use to going back to his old ways. There was a big part of him that wanted to cross the town line and stay in this realm.
"By the looks of your clothes, a similar way that we all got here. Well most of us. We came by a curse." He helped the man up one more time and placed the man's arm around his shoulder. "Do you think you can walk or do I need to carry you, Mr. Rhys you said?" He could tell it wasn't the man's real name, but he wasn't about to pressure him into giving up his name. In fact getting the stranger to open up and tell him his actual name might be helpful to Graham. It would allow other subjects to be pushed far to the back of his mind, the ones that were causing him the post pain. The slight irish accent slipping from his lips as he supported all of the stranger's weight. He had carried far heavier things like the time in the Enchanted Forest where he had found one of his wolf brothers dead. The memory flashing back in his mind.
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Post by Prince Phillip on Mar 23, 2014 21:25:11 GMT -5
Phillip allowed Graham to help him up, leaning most of his weight on the mans' shoulder. He considered telling him that he was fine, and didn't need help. At that moment a flash of Aurora's bright smile entered his mind. If there was ever a time to snap out of his, now was the time. Unfortunately for Phillip he felt as if he had been stampeded by horses. .. over and over again.
"Might need your help for the time being." He attempted a small smile, genuinely grateful for the help. After The Huntsman spoke his "name", a wave of guilt swept over him. This man had no loyalties to Phillip, or reasons to help him, let here he was. He decided to let slide and explain later when he was in a better state.
Phillip was almost shocked at the mention of a curse. Could there be a time in his when a curse wasn't the issue? He sighed deeply. "I was dead." No reason to sugarcoat it. "I could... see my body but couldn't get back in." No turning back now. If this man thought he was crazy hr couldnt blame him. A little strength returned to his body so he took some of his weight off of Grahams shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I just. .. am so confused. I'm not hurt I don't think. My body just feels so weak." For some reason Phillip still couldn't let all his pride be taken away. How would he look to his Princess if she ever knew he was like this?
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Post by Graham/Huntsman on Mar 25, 2014 12:44:15 GMT -5
"I was dead to, dad for seven month to be exact, so i understand." He looked at the man who probably thought he sounded crazy. His eyes then went forward to watch where he was walking. He made sure that they wouldn't trip over some of the tree roots as he listened to Phillip apologize then speak about his body felt weak. "Well I can take you to the hospital, where you can be examined or you can rest on my couch, it's up to you." He looked around as his ears picked up a slight noise, though he immediately eliminated it as a threat and continue to walk. His eyes looked over to him. "Your from the Enchanted Forest?" He wondered how it was that he managed to get here if not through the same curse that had brought them back here the second time around. (wasn't sure if this was after the second time around or before)
Graham kept supporting the man who seemed like he was trying to support himself. "Let's just get you to a place to rest, you can sleep, and then we can discuss how you got here. They were nearing the edge of the trees. "This place, isn't like home, " Graham stopped in his tracks. "it takes a bit to get use to. So any questions you have, feel free to ask." He was in a relatively okay mood at the moment. The stranger, clearly by his outfit, was from the other realm. This man would be a great distraction, give him a purpose for a little bit. He'd be able to help someone, which he hadn't done in a very long time. Archery was his only hobby and there weren't as many animals here as back in the Forest. Also, back in the forest it was his way of survival and he had the wolves to talk to, here he didn't need archery to survive at least not physically survive.
Graham started to walk again and soon they were out of the trees and there in front of them was a road. "Do you think you can make the walk, My house is about a ten minute walk for here." The pair stepped out on the roadway, but there weren't any cars in site. No one really came this direction in cars. "if not I can call someone to pick us up, but until we figure out how you got here, announcing your here won't be the best idea. This town has had problem with strangers trying to destroy it. Long stories for another time."
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Post by Prince Phillip on Mar 26, 2014 16:12:34 GMT -5
Phillip was relieved he had found a kind person such as Graham in this world. It seemed luck may be at his side once again. His new companion was also from the Enchanted Forest, and it seemed he was also quite knowledgeable about this “Storybrooke”. A little strength returned to his body, this news made him feel a little more hopeful.
“I think I’d just like to rest at your place, if it’s not much trouble. I don’t have any problems a doctor can fix.” A smile came to his lips, genuine. His heart did not feel quite as heavy anymore. When they reached the road, he stopped for a moment, standing up on his own. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be OK, no need to call on a carriage.” Phillip of course had no idea what cars were, and he didn’t want someone to go through the trouble of picking them up. He also had no idea how Graham would contact someone to get the carriage to come, but he simply brushed it off.
He listened as they walked a small limp in his step. “This place sounds… dangerous. I look forward to hearing more.” As they walked he began to feel a bit light headed, but didn’t say anything to Graham. He had already made himself look like a fool, he refused to again. Shuffling his feet, he looked at the path ahead. “How long did… I mean… how long did it take you to feel normal after you came back from the dead?” Phillip was curious to hear this man’s story, as well as curious to know if what he was feeling was normal.
Out of nowhere, his stomach rumbled loudly, causing his eyes to grow rather large. As if he wasn’t already embarrassed enough about the whole situation. Apparently being separated from your body for a long time leaves you famished.
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Post by Madeline Medina/ Madame Medusa on Apr 9, 2014 13:44:25 GMT -5
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