Of Chipped Cups and Curses. | storybrookebeauty.
"Talk fast, Doctor, I donāt have time and Iām not in the mood."
The man hurried after her, long white coat trailing after him in wake as he clutched a clipboard to his chest, āI-Itās about Miss Blanchard. I received a letter of resignation from her this morningā¦ā
Stopping in her tracks smoothly, the woman barely gave him an inkling of a glanceā¦ as a smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth, āDid she, really?ā
He had stopped when she had, looking after her as if to call out, āShe was the only visitor to your John Doeā¦ā
Her expression twisted from its smug demeanour, and she began to walk again, āHave another volunteer read to himā¦ Miss BlanchardĀ has a jobā¦ā
Skillfully, she pushed the conversation to the back of her mind in order to move on to more important thingsā¦ like Mr. Goldās temper tantrum, and Emma Swanās nose where it didnāt belongā¦ Tall black heels clicked against the smooth concrete floor as the woman strode past the greeterās desk, the sound resonating against the empty corridors half-filled with the likes of those Regina had no purpose for in the townā¦ and those who wouldnāt dare question otherwise.
Keys rattling in her pocket before she drew them, one hand reached out for the cell door beside which she had stopped, and her rather native smirk was pulled back into place at the mere thought of who resided on the other sideā¦
She didnāt have to look to know which of the plethora of skeleton keys in her hand unlocked the doorā¦ they all had a different weight, a different warmth, a ridge or a crackā¦ and this particular beautyās had a terrible chip.Ā The sound was one that could have drawn hope (albeit false hope) from the unfortunate inmates, as Regina slid the prongs into place and turned them through the lock, sliding the heavy door to the left.
However, with the mechanism withdrawn, and the door pulled closed behind her with a mightyĀ thud, the Wonderland misfits and minds with broken strings from the Enchanted Forest all went back about their businessā¦ whether it be idly swooping a broom over the sterile floor or counting the threads in their garments.
"Good morningā¦" The Mayor cooed, sliding the ring of keys back into the pocket of her jacket and settling a pair of dark eyes on the young woman before herā¦
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