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 a darkness to her beauty, Neal / Belle
Isabelle French
 Posted: Jun 8, 2017 | 5:32 pm
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Neal Cassidy
 Posted: Jun 11, 2017 | 9:36 am
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It didn't really matter where you were, a dive bar was a dive bar was a dive bar. They all looked the same, though the decorations may change; smelled the same, usually of cheap booze and a desperation that only came from people who weren't sure how much they cared about their lives; and most importantly, they supplied the most important thing that Neal could have been looking for at that moment; and it wasn't a watered down drink of questionable quality - though the latter didn't hurt either.

It gave one a place to hide.

He'd get found eventually, of course, this place was a little low brow for Tamara and the persona that he'd built with her; but Emma would know his preferences for hiding in a massive group of people, usually inebriated people who wouldn't remember him being there if their lives depended on it. But then those were the two people he was hiding from the most, weren't they? His ex-girlfriend, his current fiancee and to be honest, his father. He was here for Henry, his son. That was the only reason he was in this stupid town.

Even after all these years, Neal was amazing at lying to himself, enough that there were times that he even considered believing himself. The booze helped make him a little more believable. But he'd just needed to get away. If he heard one more person call him 'Baelfire' or 'the son of the Dark One' or any of that other crap anytime soon, he was going to have a fit. He'd spent so long separating himself from all of that that having it all drug up into the light was putting him on edge.

It wasn't the smack of pool balls that drew his attention, that sound blended into the background with the jutebox as much as the clink of glasses and sounds of darts, but rather raised voices made him feel the need to look over his shoulder to find the source of someone's aggravation. It seemed like the girl who was hussling a very good game over in the corner was being called out by the man who was losing by miles. Neal considered long and hard about whether or not he wanted to get involved. A large part of him told him that he didn't, he was hiding and therefore shouldn't be drawing attention to himself. But there was a small seed of white knight complex that Neal just hadn't been able to kill just yet. Rolling his eyes at himself, Neal stood up and took his drink over casually, like he was planning on watching the game unfold. He listened to the rest of the exchange with that deep sinking feeling as he realized that he was going to get involved.

"It was for who the next round was on, right?" Neal asked, butting in without any kind of introduction, he looked up at the slightly larger man who was looking like he was going to pop that blood vessel nearest his left eye. It wasn't that he thought the girl needed help, but Neal was feeling a little... petty. He wanted to start something, even if it was just a little something. Lifting his drink fast as he used to be able to draw a sword, Neal poured the rest of his drink on the other man's head, watching it plaster his hair to his skull and causing the man to sputter. "There. Next round is on you, now you're even. So leave the lady to her game." Neal kept his voice friendly, but his eyes were hard.

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Isabelle French
 Posted: Jun 21, 2017 | 7:06 pm
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Neal Cassidy
 Posted: Jul 2, 2017 | 12:24 pm
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"The perimeters of your deal are met."

The man's sputtering and swearing brought a dark smirk to Neal's lips before it broke into a full-on grin. As the man screamed about him 'paying for that', Neal didn't hide the deliberate eyeroll or the shake of his head. Sometimes it was just better not to keep feeding the anger with your own, but often is pissed people off even more if you showed that you weren't intimidated and frankly didn't really care about their fury. This guy just needed to cut his losses and beat pavement before he further embarrassed himself. He didn't have time or patience for this kind of hyper-masculine posturing.

Thankfully, it didn't take overly long of being starred at by the population of the Rabbit Hole to make this guy decide that one little game of pool and an overturned drink weren't worth this kind of press. After all, small town like this? Tongue's wagged. Rumors spread. As it was Neal was setting himself up for a bit of that by getting involved. But what really did it matter? Almost everyone knew who he was at this point and the few who didn't would be quickly filled in by those who did know. Almost anything he did right now was subject for examination. It felt a bit like being in a fish bowl and the feeling made his skin feel too tight. Years of doing anything he needed to to protect his anonymity meant that all this attention was wearing on his nerves.

"Don't mention it." he responded automatically, eyes still watching the would-be aggressor until he was outside the bar and no longer in sight before turning back to the pool hustler. "Neal." As many people as he could get to not call him Baelfire the better. Everything about being here made him feel a little like he was suffocating, but he did his best to crush it all down. He had a firm handle on this. Spend some time getting to know his son, see if he could at least start making things up to Emma for all those years, maybe get some closure or something with his father, then GTFO. Storybrooke had it's set population, they didn't need to add anyone else to it.

"I know you probably could have handled him, but... I have a problem with bullies." It was the simplest explanation, especially since he couldn't quite figure out why he decided it was his place to step in.

It was because if something had happened and he hadn't done anything, he never would have been able to forgive himself, who was he trying to fool?

'The only true Evil in this World is for Good Men to do Nothing...'

While Neal wouldn't have fully classified himself as a good man, he at the very least wasn't a bad man. So here they were. As Lacey walked over to the bar to refresh her drink, Neal's eyes slid over the floor where the remains of his were puddled and figured that maybe he'd had enough for now. Instead, he boldly started racking up the balls for another game. If she didn't want to play, he'd play by himself. Anything to keep him out of his room at Granny's, anything to keep his mind and his hands busy.

"And don't get used to it, I won't be around that long."

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 Posted: Aug 7, 2017 | 7:12 pm
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