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Remi Price. 25. Librarian at The Archives.

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wwwonderland​:

kitty pulled out the cigarette from in between her lips and eyed the brunette holding up a can of spray paint as if it were some type of weapon. her face caught the light in an almost innocent manner, wide-eyed with apprehension and a tinge of fear. kitty’s mouth curled into a grin as she stretched her index finger and thumb into the shape of a gun, pointing it at the girl and blowing out the smoke from the corner of her lips. “let’s see that Starbucks card. i’m craving a frappe.” she had no intention of mugging the stranger, but when life gives you lemons, you hammer it out. something like that, yes? maybe not.

Remi felt a rush of nervous amusement when that finger and thumb formed the shape of a gun. Probably not a good thing that her sense of flight or fight wasn’t completely broken but also wasn’t the dominant response. “Really? A frappe? I wouldn’t have pegged your for a frappe drinker. More like an iced machiatto, suck up that pure layer of espresso first and then wash it down with all the milk and the flavor type.” Her brows settle, the surprise leaving her face in favor of mild intrigue. She smiled as she pulled the starbucks gift card out of her pocket, letting the streetlight catch against its plastic exterior. “You’re playing gift card roulette you know. This started out as a $40 gift card but is it still full...or is there like 40 cents left on it? You won’t know for sure till you’re already at the register.”

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thehaydenbarnes​:

It was unusual for Hayden to be wandering around the streets of Fabletown at such an hour where his business would be at peak flow. But, his bar was left in the relatively safe hands of his assistant manager, and the conversation he had found with the patrons bored him out of the building. He was after something a little more entertaining for his pleasure on this bleak Thursday evening, and so where else to head than Atrium Casino? It wasn’t the gambling tables, or the cocktail bar, or the beat of the music that enticed the smoker… No, it was what laid beneath the building that really got him going. Though he would never speak of it to another, and he would never admit that he enjoyed what happened down there. 

There was almost a permanent cloud of smoke that surrounded Hayden Barnes. This was also true in a more metaphoric way. Tonight was no exception, the smoke from his cigarette turned the corner before he did, greeting the woman who was stood staring at a wall before he spoke. His lips parted, but she beat him to the punch. At her little speech, his eyebrows furrowed as he drew in a long inhale of the toxic fumes. “It’s interesting that you tell me you have a gift card with so much money on it. I mean, there are many people around these parts who try and live of $40 a month,” he breathed out, words lacing with the nicotine clouds. 

“It’s also interesting that you’re stood, under a street light, with two cans in your hands, staring at a wall like a canvas…” He motioned to the light and the cans and the walls as he spoke. “Who are you?” 

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Talk about a smokeshow. Figurative and literal. He had the whole strong jaw looked like he could fuck you against a wall no problem vibe going, but Remi wasn’t a huge fan of him pretty much carrying his own carcinogen cloud with him. “Yeah except it’s a Starbucks gift cards and everyone knows $40 bucks there will last you four days if you’re lucky.” She scrunched her nose, in distaste of the way his smokey scent was upsetting her whole breathing fresh oxygen thing. “Why is it interesting? A $40 gift card doesn’t mean I’m loaded. It could be that I got it as a gift and I’m broker than a car with the engine missing.” Remi doesn’t like to fight about real things, things with substance. Scattered miscellaneous arguments over shadow subjects with strangers was much more her speed. “Jeeze man, did you light six of those things at once?”

An eyebrow rose. “I think it’s pretty interesting that you think this is interesting. Like you’re about to solve a cold case or something and this whole scenario is some big mystery.” She waved one of the cans around. “I am none of your business, that’s who I am. I’m just out here minding my own business killing some time while you’re killing the entirety of the ozone layer.”

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themonroeoliveira​:

tonight is monroe’s night off and she decided to take a little stroll out instead of taking her bike with her, the diner she was heading to isn’t that much far away. plus, she’ll still make it home just in time before the curfew starts. she’s spent the majority of her day in the home studio not only planning her future sets at pynk potion and pudding and pie, but she’s been on contact with a record label who has been meeting her and her potential deal with them in the future. she didn’t expect her life to change like a freaking whirlwind in a short span of time. thinking about all of it now, working at two famous clubs, getting married to her soulmate and having a family with her with their little mars….and now becoming a producer….she felt like the luckiest woman on earth.

she was close to getting lost in her own thoughts when she got distracted by a familiar librarian standing in front of a wall, spray cans in her hands. she takes her headphones off as she laughs at her words. “did i really give off that i’m going to mug you vibes?” she shakes her head at the other. she walks up to her and turns to the wall she was staring at for a moment before glancing back at her. “so….what are we about to see on this wall for the next couple of days?”

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“Everyone gives me “I’m going to mug you vibes,” Remi answered matter of factly. “You could have walked up to me in a pink unicorn cardigan and I’d still be expecting to be mugged. I live in Manhattan, it’s just the way of the world. Expect people are either gonna steal from you or get in your way.”  She assess the situation and deems it not an immediate threat, her hand lowering, finger still on the nozzle of the spray can. Curiosity had her tilting her head as the other woman approached, wondering if she was going to get chastised or appreciated for the impending graffiti she was looking to leave behind.

“This is a high traffic tourist area, they’ll either clean it up super fast or leave it if they think the grungy urban look will win them aesthetic points.” She shook her can a little, stepping closer to the wall. “Eh it probably won’t tickle your fancy all that much. I’m not an artist. I just like to share good book quotes I come across. Today’s is from The Little Prince. “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” You want a can?” She pulled a second can, this one silver, offering it to the brunette. “I mean if there’s anything you’ve been dying to see on this wall know is the time.”

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Take the 10:30 train back to Manhattan. Never miss it, Remi. Do you understand me? You can never miss that train.

It was an easy order to follow. Most of the town shut down by 9pm. The night owl establishments tended to have residential only hours after 10pm. When Remi worked the closing shift at the Library she was usually out by 9.50, a twenty minute walk to the train station and just a little bit of time to leave her mark on the town before she headed back to the city. Tonight she’d gotten out early. Tonight she was finally going to have time to work on a gorgeous stretch of wall at the bottom of the steps that led to the train platform. 

Was tonight a green or a purple night? Remi hesitated, two spray cans pulled from her bag, her sunglasses perched upon the bridge of her nose even though the sun had gone down hours ago. 

There was a sudden, startling presence behind her and she whipped around, as if the spray cans were full of mace and not paint. She supposed in a pinch paint to the eyes might be just as effective.

“Look, I’m not a good mugging victim. I’m just not. This guy in the city tried once and literally just gave me my wallet back because there was nothing in it but the crumb of a wayward frosted flake from my breakfast and a coupon for ski ball. The most valuable thing I have on me tonight is my $40 dollar gift card for Starbucks and like...just don’t be that asshole that fucks with another person’s caffeine fix for the week. Like, please.”

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(DANIELLE CAMPBELL, 25, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER) Everyone knows there’s no such thing as happily ever after. Especially not for [REMI PRICE]. I’ve heard a rumor that they [WERE] affected by the charm when Fabletown appeared. Lucky them. Around town you’ll find them working as a [LIBRARIAN]. Most people have said that they’re [ADVENTUROUS & ADAPTABLE] but also [CHAOTIC & INDECISIVE]. You can decide for yourself when you see them with [OLD BOOKS, VODKA, SPRAYPAINT].

There are a lot of things Remi Price doesn’t know. The first is that she’s adopted.

The second thing is that her father, who works as a biochemist, works with The Archivists and is responsible for much of the experimentation they do on kidnapped Fables. No one is currently aware of this EXCEPT for any Archivists.

Remi is a chaotic neutral. She’s an individualist first and foremost and doesn’t much care about being particularly good or bad, just wants to scratch her itches and do what she wants. 

She works as a librarian at The Archive, the town’s Library.

She is usually either in the process of getting drunk or recovering from a hangover.

She’s not super artistically inclined but right before curfew forces her to leave Fabletown she likes to find a spot and spraypaint a quote from whatever book she’s currently reading.