Mr. Gold: Pawnbroker and Antiquities Dealer

Mr. Gold's shop is CLOSED until further notice. Our apologies for any inconvenience. In the meantime, feel free to sneak into the storage room while no one's around.

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

OOC: Notice

My apologies (again) for my absence. I have been taking some time for my family and changing locations. Thank you for your patience, dearies. I will be back in regular business soon enough.

braveryearned: I haven't forgotten about you, sorry about this great delay.

Greyface: Thanks, I'll give it a read. :)

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

Has anybody told you how pretty you are today?

Well no, I'm afraid not. Should they have?

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* I smile seeing how attached Mr.Gold has become to the pup.* Yes. About the violin. How much did you say it is going for again?

I believe we agreed that $425 is a suitable price.

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Be My Escape - Part 2

The miller's daughter was quiet again for a time as the strange man continued to feed the straw into the wheel, gently bending each yellowed stalk before spinning it to make his work easier.

When she spoke again, it was with guilt in her voice.

“I do hope I am not keeping you from anything … or anyone.” said the maiden.

The strange man glanced down, pursing his lips.

“If I could help, I would in a heartbeat." The miller's daughter went on. "It is unfortunate that only one of us is so gifted.”

The corner of the strange man's mouth quirked up slightly, but he said nothing. After another brief pause, the miller's daughter spoke again.

“…Enough about me, though.”

“… Is there anyone I am keeping you from?” Inquired the maiden.

The strange man was torn between a scoff and a sigh, and the result was a peculiar sound somewhere between the two, his breath coming out in a scratchy sort of huff that made his bitter contempt quite apparent. How could she look at him and still ask that question?

Silence fell then, as the strange man turned the wheel, watching with unseeing eyes. Darkness had fallen over the castle by then, moonlight shining silver on his slightly wavy hair as he remembered a life long past. After several moments had quietly slipped away, he broke the silence to answer her.

"No.." He murmured finally, his voice low. "There is no one."

Not anymore.

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

Shop's Open

Come on in...

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

It's certainly a cute name, but I must ask, where did you get the idea to name you're dog Wee Jock?

Well, he comes from Scotland, like myself. Quite the wee warrior, and of course, he's a Westie, a West Highland White Terrier, and Jock is actually a pretty common name for them.

He seems to like it, anyway.

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Hello there Mr. Gold, I must say I am quite the fan of yours. -bows in greeting and smiles-

Ah, well, thank you I suppose. *he nods politely*

...have I seen you around Storybrooke before? Or are you just visiting?

Seeking to do business, by any chance? People generally don't come to me without a deal in mind.

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Gee I couldn't tell. * I look at him and raise an eyebrow* So how about it? I'll train Wee Jock for free and watch him while you working so he doesn't get in your way.

*he glances at the animal, unwilling to part with his new friend*

Eh.. I don't think so, dear. I promised the shelter I'd look after him, even if he is more trouble than he's worth. He's mine now, I can handle him fine on my own.

But ah.. thank you. For the offer. If I change my mind, I'll come find you.

Now, about the violin...

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

*looks up as you speak to me, almost startled for a moment* Mr. Gold, I didn't even see you standing there *smiles sweetly* I see alot of things I like, Its going to be hard to choose, as you've acquired so much over time *moves closer to you, my hand somewhat dragging across your counter* You have anything different, or rare? something you don;t see everyday? That would be more my taste...*eyes look over, to yours*

Ah.. I might have something.

*he bends, withdraws something from below the counter*

Perhaps this..

*he sets a large, thin, decorative box on the counter, undoing the clasps to open the lid*

A collection of gemstones. All rounded and polished.

*he glances down into the box, at the oval gemstones lined up in small hollows in the velvet display*

Malachite, moonstone, carnelian, tiger's eye... The set'll go for a high price, and you can't take the individual pieces. To your taste?

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

OOC: To my newest followers

Welcome, dearies.

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

Well, I train horses at the Storybrooke stables, it pays pretty well. We get a good amount of strays coming around there so I sort of picked up on how to train dogs as well. *I shrug my shoulders* I have a thing for animals. I work better with them, than humans. I'm not much of a people person.

*he chuckles softly*

Sometimes I'm of the same mind..

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If you were stranded on an island with unlimited food and water and could only bring 1 other thing what would it be?

Magic.

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How would you define "LOVE"?

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Where do you see yourself in 20 years?

Certainly not here..

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If you could travel back in time, what would you want to change the most?

I would want to make a different choice...

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Be My Escape - Part 2

The strange man could almost feel the miller's daughter turning his words over in her mind behind him. He continued to spin the surrounding straw into gold as he waited for her to respond, giving a very small sigh as he glanced up and noticed just how little he had managed to spin in comparison to the masses of straw still waiting for his magic touch.

“I-I … I suppose that is true …” said the maiden, then paused.

The strange man waited patiently, keeping his peculiar eyes on his work, head tilted slightly to one side.

“…He would expect me to spin straw into gold after all of this, you realize.” Again, she trailed off. “And something tells me you won’t stick around for that long, if you don’t mind my saying.”

"Oh, I don't know, dearie." He said in his unnatural voice. "Who's to say the king won't fall for you, fair young thing that you are?"

He allowed himself a brief chuckle, softer and quieter than his usual high-pitched manic giggles, but still with a touch of that self-indulgent madness that seemed to simmer in the impish creature at all times.

"And you would only need to keep up this little game until he marries you or lets you go, you know. Although his.. treatment of you may certainly depend on whether your precious gift persists."

He paused, unwilling to betray his thoughts.

Gifts can be learned.

But he was not here to marry off the miller's daughter to a king and grant her and her father a happily ever after, he was here to get what he wanted. He couldn't very well write himself out of the picture.

"Once a king weds, it may not be undone." The strange man continued, his voice slightly lower. "By the time he discovered your ruse, it would be too late. But-"

"He could just be taking advantage of your supposed magical ability and have no intention of making you his wife." He suggested, thinking it wise to steer away from the topic before he gave something away. "Perhaps that is why he has tasked you with such a grievous amount of straw."

The strange man waved his hand in a flourish, a dismissive gesture directed at the heaps of straw surrounding them.

[mrgoldpawnbroker]

Good Evening Mr. Gold. You don't happen to have any old vintage dresses, do you? *smiles sweetly*

Ah, I might.

Let me just check, dear.

*he heads into the back room and moves to an old chest tucked into the corner*

Yes, here we are...

*he opens the chest, which contains multiple dresses from another time*

Come here and have a look, see if there's anything here to your taste?