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Jul. 31st, 2006


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i_atetheapple Careful Process of Avoidance...

Sticking away from Bigby was all just a careful process of avoidance. Very simple. Every time they'd had the opportunity to be together in the same room, she'd made sure she'd had somewhere else to be. She'd gone shopping on that first day, and had returned with enough clothes to last her for a little while. Or at least until she'd found herself her own apartment, with which she could fill with clothing and her own furniture and all sorts of things like that.

Today, she'd decided to have a talk to Kristy, or Kirsty or whatever her name was that Charming was so intent on wooing this week. There were some apartments free in the building, on the top few floors, but she wasn't the one who controlled the rental situation. Snow was given a card with contact details, and a quick phonecall later, Snow had set up an appointment with the realtor in charge of the Woodlands.

After that, she'd put on her finest business suit, a nice checkered ensemble, and some comfortable flats, and had begun the short walk from the Woodlands to the Realtor's office. Normally she would've taken a Taxi, but the more she relied on other methods to get herself around the city, the less likely she was to heal properly.

Besides, it meant that getting to and from her appointment would take longer, which would mean she'd be avoiding Bigby for longer.

It was a win-win situation.

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Jul. 24th, 2006


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i_atetheapple Retail Therapy... -open-

Snow herself, had not slept after Bigby had been forcibly expelled from her bedroom. She'd been much to worked up to think about getting any rest, or closing her eyes or anything. She didn't trust this Bigby enough not to do what she said, since he'd clearly couldn't understand the simple concept that she was not nor had never been pregnant by him.

Around five in the morning, she'd pulled herself out of bed, and had drawn herself a hot, steamy bath, in one of the over-the-top spas that this apartment seemed to have coming out of its ears. For another hour or so she relaxed in the bath, occasionally playing with the bubbles that had come out of no where, but mostly just brooding.

By six, she'd pulled herself from the bath, and had climbed into the clothes she'd been wearing when she'd driven into this god-forsaken city. With cane in hand, she pulled all of the cash from Charming's wallet (Alimony, she justified it as in her head) and pushed it into a pocket. She had some shopping to do. Clothes, both functional day clothes, the usual underwear and pyjamas, and maybe one nice dress. You never knew when you might need a nice dress.

By seven, she was eating a nice breakfast in a nice cafe, with a good strong cup of coffee nursed between her hands. She dearly hoped that Bigby had decided that tailing after her and watching her would not be a smart move today. Snow really needed a little me time, and since she had a wad of cash in her pocket, retail therapy seemed the best way to go.

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Jul. 23rd, 2006


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i_atetheapple ...loneliness like a heartbeat drives you mad

She was running through a forest. It was thick and dark, and the air was cold and moist as she breathed heavily, panting and puffing as she tried to get as much air into her lungs as possible. She ducked under low-hanging vines, and leaped over logs that lay across the path. Occasionally, she'd frantically glance behind her, where she saw flashes of something menacing. It was chasing her, and she knew the minute that she stopped running, whatever it was would waste no time in devouring her whole.

One shoe-less foot landed in a shallow puddle, and the slime and goop squished between her toes disgustingly. She powered on, though, ignoring the discomfort, until her slippery foot landed on a strangely smooth rock. Between the rock and her wet toes, she lost her balance, and flipped head over heels, landing on her stomach, face planted in the thick mouldy leaf-litter of the forest floor. Whatever it was that was chasing her was only a few seconds away from her, but when she tried to push herself off the ground, she found her legs weak and unresponsive, barely able to move by themselves.

It was like a horrible flashback to her rehabilitation. The disgusting amount of effort it took her to do the simplest things, like walking, or even rotating her ankles, had returned, and she was just as crippled as she'd been before. Her hands moved wildly, trying to press herself up into a crawling position, but by then the monster was looming over her. Sharp wolf teeth glistened inches from her eyes, before the huge mouth opened wide and took her head off with one bite.

Snow thrashed out frantically, kicking out through the tangled bed sheets, and hitting something particularly solid, snapping her out of the dream instantly. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked around disorientated-- she was lying on her stomach, in the room Charming had provided her with...

And she wasn't alone.

She let out a quick shriek.

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Jul. 3rd, 2006


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i_atetheapple Case of the Ex [Open to Bigby]

Usually it wasn't a good idea to leave injured people alone, but Bigby was a grown man- or wolf, which would probably sound better in an argument- and he could definitely take care of himself. There was food in the fridge, wood on the fire and a first aid kit Charming had managed to dig out lying on the sofa. Whoever said the Prince didn't take good care of his guests?

Charming wanted to explore The City, find out as much as he could about it. It was definitely, unabashedly American; it had a lot of Starbucks, where horrible American popular music was played very loudly.

He had wandered for an hour, not looking for anything in particular, just observing. There were definitely some interesting people around here, but it seemed a civilised city. A casual walk around a park, and he was ready to head back home. Passing a small diner, he thought he saw someone familiar sitting at the window, but the glint was too strong to make out who it was.

Oh well, Charming thought with a shrug, and walked straight onto a wad on gum.

Oh yes, an unabashedly American city.

Sometimes you just couldn't say no. When you were as hungry and as low on energy as Snow was, polite manners eventually went their way out the window, and standards such as "always insisting on paying for your meal" were lowered, just a little. Still. She'd only ordered a small meal of pancakes with fruit-salad, but it was tasty enough, and by the time she was halfway through the meal, she was already feeling better, and more energised, and was almost ready to go searching once again for her car.

Smiling positively, she looked out the window, and that was when her eyes popped right out of her skull. Literally.

Or maybe not so literally, but when she saw her ex-husband picking gum off his shoe, she didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. Eventually, she did neither, and satisfied herself with frantically tapping her nails against the window and saying "Charming!" loudly through the glass, in order to get his attention.

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Jun. 28th, 2006


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i_atetheapple All roads lead to... [Kaylee]

Snow White hadn't been back to The Farm in a while. Not since that crazy communist Goldilocks had shot a bullet into her skull and destroyed half of her brain. She loved the farm, and really wished that she'd been able to visit more often during the last few months. But she hadn't. Mostly, that was because she'd needed time to grow that brain back, and heal properly, and then it'd taken a few months before Bigby would even let her outside the Woodlands building, let alone get behind the wheel of a car.

But once she'd passed every fitness test that Dr Swineheart and Bigby could muster up, they'd found little that they could stop her from doing. They both knew that Snow was a fairly sensible girl who knew her own limits. She wouldn't do anything that she knew would be too exerting. There'd been offers to drive her out to the farm, and although Snow did appreciate the offer, Boy Blue would be needed in her absence, and she would be fine. She'd take a cell phone with her, so that if she ran into any problems at all, she could call either The Farm, or The Woodlands, whichever she was closest too, and help would be on its way.

It all turned out to be useless mollycoddling, in Snow's opinion. The drive was an easy drive, and soon enough, she was turning down the driveway that would take her directly to the farm.

Five minutes down the road, the harsh gravel and dirt turned into smooth steady bitumen, and the thick forest around her became thick office buildings. It'd happened gradually and instantly, in a strange paradox of weird. Snow frowned. She hadn't made a wrong turn, she was sure of it. Unless messing up directions was a weird side affect of brain-damage that Dr Swineheart had missed.

She hopped out of the truck, fetching her walking cane from the back seat. She leaned heavily on it, and looked about. She didn't see any sign posts saying where she was. Snow hobbled around a little, using the cane to take the weight off her bad leg.

She walked up and down the streets for a bit, trying to get a feel for exactly where she was. But after some exploration of this new City there was only one thing that she knew for sure. She definitely wasn't at the farm. Other than that. She was stumped. There were no 'New York Pizzarias' only 'The City Pizzaria', there was nothing around the place that told her where she was at all, and all this walking (or hobbling) was making her tired. Sure, she was healed and all, but she was still recovering, and the exertion of walking around the city all day, without anything to eat or drink, well it tired a girl out.

Where had she put her car? She could've sworn she'd parked it next to that red brick building over there... Nope. Not her car.

"Shit." She swore underneath her breath. She was tired, hungry, missing her car, and in a foreign city. Bigby wouldn't let her out of the woodlands for months after this incident. That was, of course, once she managed to find her car.
Current Mood: anxious

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