Thread: Snow, Cinderella, March & Booth
Apr. 9th, 2010 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lovesickWonderland City
A day had passed and already there were decorates up and around the area with banners of Snow's awakening. There were newsboys selling papers that claiming various people were responsible for her 'second death' and that once more she was saved by true love. But it hadn't taken them long to start questioning March's history and more importantly his sexuality. The subject of such brought Prince Charming back to the front of the papers, something he might have liked more under different circumstances.
Snow wasn't the only headline though. Cinderella had been miraculous found and it turned out, so said the papers, that Captain Booth had her the entire time. Forcing her into the life of a wench and for a lady of her station and a man of his reputation, he was sentenced to death. Sitting on the Red Brick Road to be hung at the gallows later on after the celebrations had finished. Truly Wonderland City was alive with gossip and intrigue, but also happiness and reasons to make money!
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Snow was lying in the bed she'd been nursing March in the day before. She hadn't really been afraid to go to sleep again, but she would never eat an apple ever again. Not until someone else tried it first but Snow was too nice of a person to do that to anyone. She didn't count of falling asleep since she'd been in a sleeplike state of death for months. But she did, tired from ordering servants to take out buckets of regurgitated tea and give her new buckets just in case. Asleep still she turned and was facing March now he would probable be waking up with something of a hangover.
They weren't under the sheets, just sleeping atop them and had been undisturbed for quite some time. A glass coffin was nice and all, but nothing beat a bed. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled up against March in her sleep.
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Booth sat in a jail cell, staring up at the ceiling. The escape was supposed to have worked but they had the whole damn armada after them. Just for stealing a bit of gold from a coffin of a dead woman. He'd been taken in custody and thrown in a cell. Nobody asked him what his story was and when they'd found Ella's papers stashed in his pants, they only assumed he'd stolen them. Forced their princess into a life of slavery and depravity that no woman of her place should have to suffer.
"Bloody fools, if they'd only seen her drinking in Tortuga they wouldn't think her so innocent," Booth muttered to himself. He stood up and walked to the small window of his cell. The Red Brick Road. Marked for death without even going on trial, though it wouldn't do much good. His crew had made themselves scarce, but he suspected they were in the process of looking for a new employment.
The sound of the heavy boots thunking down the hall drew his attention. Booth went over to the wooden door of his cell and peeked through to see the guard coming around the corner with a torch in his hand.
Snow wasn't the only headline though. Cinderella had been miraculous found and it turned out, so said the papers, that Captain Booth had her the entire time. Forcing her into the life of a wench and for a lady of her station and a man of his reputation, he was sentenced to death. Sitting on the Red Brick Road to be hung at the gallows later on after the celebrations had finished. Truly Wonderland City was alive with gossip and intrigue, but also happiness and reasons to make money!
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Snow was lying in the bed she'd been nursing March in the day before. She hadn't really been afraid to go to sleep again, but she would never eat an apple ever again. Not until someone else tried it first but Snow was too nice of a person to do that to anyone. She didn't count of falling asleep since she'd been in a sleeplike state of death for months. But she did, tired from ordering servants to take out buckets of regurgitated tea and give her new buckets just in case. Asleep still she turned and was facing March now he would probable be waking up with something of a hangover.
They weren't under the sheets, just sleeping atop them and had been undisturbed for quite some time. A glass coffin was nice and all, but nothing beat a bed. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled up against March in her sleep.
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Booth sat in a jail cell, staring up at the ceiling. The escape was supposed to have worked but they had the whole damn armada after them. Just for stealing a bit of gold from a coffin of a dead woman. He'd been taken in custody and thrown in a cell. Nobody asked him what his story was and when they'd found Ella's papers stashed in his pants, they only assumed he'd stolen them. Forced their princess into a life of slavery and depravity that no woman of her place should have to suffer.
"Bloody fools, if they'd only seen her drinking in Tortuga they wouldn't think her so innocent," Booth muttered to himself. He stood up and walked to the small window of his cell. The Red Brick Road. Marked for death without even going on trial, though it wouldn't do much good. His crew had made themselves scarce, but he suspected they were in the process of looking for a new employment.
The sound of the heavy boots thunking down the hall drew his attention. Booth went over to the wooden door of his cell and peeked through to see the guard coming around the corner with a torch in his hand.
