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Post by Baelfire/David Gold on May 25, 2012 7:38:41 GMT -7
David wondered the streets in Storybrooke, close to all the businesses he was surprised that not a great deal of people were out, though it was still early in the morning or more so then allot of people would get up to go to a shop, the business that had the most people going in & out was the bakery & it only made since, after all the place made fresh bread every day, to get there early meant warm bread. He walked on thinking of the idea to stop in the shop to get some bread.
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Post by Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 7, 2012 9:23:48 GMT -7
Gold had come to get ready for work, of course the smell of the bread was in the air form the bakery though he tried not to think about it. He was dress in suit as aways, he did not see many people around though, that was no uncommon ether, most people where still sleeping.
How ever there was a moment as he looked around, not knowing why just feeling the need the drive to, he saw a man, he got a odd feeling & it was not until the man looked look in his direction that he was not sure what it was, but for a moment all he though of was his son.
The idea pained him greatly, he was not sure why he felt such a think by just looking at someone, when so far it had never happened before. Gold threw the idea way or his best before unlocking & going into his shop, the idea was crazy his emotions where just getting to him, that is what he told himself yet another part said he could & might just of scene his own son, here in Storybrooke.
Of course his mind & body raced with happiness & pain because of remembering what he put his son threw & not knowing if it was his son, what he would do or how to approach it when, the man was sure to have no clue as to who he even was or more so who he was to him.
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Post by Baelfire/David Gold on Jun 13, 2012 11:56:47 GMT -7
David found that the smell of the bread was enough to make him want to go it, though he did not miss at one point when he looked up he saw Mr. Gold he knew knew the man he remembered when he came here who he was, it was more how did he approach him, his own father after so many years? There parting was not the best, his last words to his father where not good ether & there there was the fact he did not know even if his father would remember him at all.
He shock his head before he decided to start with getting the bread, then perhaps he could find the courage to speak with his father, he knew he would have to it was just the idea of being turned away that keep him with such fear.
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