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Post by cinderella on Jul 11, 2012 15:53:39 GMT -7
Cinderella was at her step-mother's small, little cottege sweaping the fair grounds. She had no idea why, but she was always treated like a maid by her step-mother and two step-sisters. "Uggh." She sighed. "When will my life begin? Soon, hopefully." She sighed once more, only dreaming now of what her life could be like if she was richer, away from her evil step-mother and step-sisters. "If only" She said aloud not even realizing it. All she had to remember was 'A dream is a wish your heart makes'.
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Post by Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jul 11, 2012 17:10:16 GMT -7
Rumple felt the draw of one that had a desperate soul, he smirked before he disappeared to show up where this desperate soul was he saw a young woman. He could felt the draw of her soul, the want for something better his smirk only grew this should not be hard to make a deal with one such as her. "You have, but to ask & I can make it happen for a price of course"
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Post by cinderella on Jul 18, 2012 14:41:19 GMT -7
Cinderella had no idea who this person was. "Are you supposed to be my fairy godmother---godfather... or something? Who are you exactly? And I can just, and I'll get everything I ever dreamed of? Just like that?" She asked confused.
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Post by Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jul 18, 2012 15:03:53 GMT -7
Rumple heard Cinderella words he smirked "Godfather no, but I can help, I can grant to you what you wish for right now, on going to the grand ball." He giggled lightly "For a price, of course though I will ask for nothing now as my price, you can just owe it to me later we can say"
He waited & watched, he could feel her want to go, he only questioned if Cinderella would think more before jumping into a deal with him, though few did & that was just human nature something, he could beat on & win in the end with when, it came to people & what they wanted.
"If you want to make the deal with me, all you have to do is.. sign this parchment" With the last of the words said he made a parchment appear, with a quill in his other hand, as he waited for her to choose.
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