I'm ten feet tall!!

Hi I'm Al- Tilly. Tilly Carol. Tilly Carol. Formerly Alice of Wonderland (and other places). 24 Years Old. The eyes and ears of Hyperion Heights.

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just-zelena:

Zelena knew the girl had realized she had spotted her because she came over now.

The closer she got the better Zelena could see her face. When she sat down across her eventually, Zelena remembered her, and gasped. That was the love interest of her daughter!

And it seemed, she knew her as well, although she didn’t know from where.

Zelena considered what to do. She seemed to know more than others who were still cursed, but she clearly was still cursed. But maybe she knew something about Robyn.

Zelena focused on the young woman and nodded to her question. “Yes, I do think we have already met somewhere. Was there… someone else with me you maybe remember better than me?”

Tilly knew the recognition in the other’s eyes. She could tell she wasn’t wrong in her assumption that they knew one another. She had never really doubted herself but she was even more sure of it now than before. She still couldn’t place where. A voice usually helps things along but she couldn’t place this woman’s voice either. It just added to her frustration.

More than likely in a manner that was somewhat unsettling (though, Zelena was probably used to Alice’s mannerisms which were nearly the same as Tilly’s) she stared at the red headed woman. She was elegant, looked wealthy or at least presented that way. Maybe she’d stolen from her?

Then again, Tilly didn’t really get caught often enough that the other woman would recognize her if she had stolen from her. She always covered her face. “No... yes? Should I? Do you usually have someone with you? I should know you. I know I should. I should... I don’t know why. Or where... or how... Do you?” The words were frustrated and yet, calm at points. She couldn’t work it out. She’d tried... but then again she’d at least been told she was right this time.

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thcrniisms:

“Obviously it’s because you’d been good.” Ethan responded and smiled broadly. “I met you like this. This is who you are.” Even if she wasn’t behaving well the odds were on her side that he wouldn’t be able to see it.

He considered Tilly’s point of view and smiled weakly. “Maybe, but my parents wouldn’t let me accept if the Doctor got a better offer for me. They don’t think I can do anything more important and well - so do I.” His frown returned and he stared off into the distance. “They wouldn’t let me…”

Maybe the watch was a bad idea, he thought. Would his parents approve of it if he had more control over his own life? “They’re going to be displeased.” He chanted to himself and furrowed his brows worridly. “Hey, at least you’re able to do all these things! Buying and selling… that’s great. I wish I could do someting like that. I would fall before even getting started.”

Ethan hated the voices in his head always reminding him of how incapable and needy he was. If he wasn’t in a supporative environment he wouldn’t be able to accomplish anything. “Thanks for your help. I didn’t mean to bother you as much as I.. just did.”

Tilly grinned back at him. “I try my best... it’s just... not always what they want...” She smirked. She didn’t mind being ‘crazy’ by their definition. Their normal was actually rather boring. She’d stick to eccentric and odd any day. “Well of course, I’m not anyone else now am I?”

The blonde’s brows furrowed at the young man’s words. She bit her lip to keep her initial reaction to herself. But she couldn’t help herself and stepped closer to him. A finger jabbed gently at his chest. “You can. I did. No one thought I could do anything. No thought I could even live on my own. Now I do. Detective Weaver checks on me now and again but I’m doing it. I’m fine. You can do more. Do not let your parents decide who you are.” 

“It wouldn’t.” She sighed. “I thought it would too but you just have to keep trying. Don’t give up no matter what anyone else tells you. If I listened to everyone else... I’d be in the asylum.” She sighed sadly and ran both hands through her hair, ruffling the wild blond locks even more than they already were.

Tilly looked at him and plastered on a big smile again. “You didn’t bother me. I approached you. I’m Tilly by the way. Tilly Carol.” She held out her hand to him. She wasn’t much for formality but she figured it seemed proper in this case maybe?

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just-zelena:

Being back in Hyperion Hights with the curse broken and remembering who she really was felt… not quite right. Well, the real curse wasn’t broken yet, but Regina had used a potion on her that brought back her memories.

Her sister had asked her for help, and Zelena had agreed to come back with her. Aside from helping Regina she was also eager to find her daughter.

Unfortunately she had no idea where to look for her. She had last seen her in the Enchanted Forest at their ‘Emerald Acres Farm’ - the place where they had lived for such a long time in peace.

Of course she could remember what she had believed about her daughter being Kelly, her cursed persona, but it didn’t have to be right necessarily.

On this day Zelena had decided to take a stroll around in HH, hoping to run into someone who she knew or someone who knew something about her daughter.

After hours of walking around, Zelena felt hungry and tired.

A break wouldn’t be a bad idea, she thought, and entered a small shop where she bought a meal to take away.

When she stepped out again, she suddenly had a feeling someone was watching her. She couldn’t explain it, only that is was there.

She hesitated only a few seconds before she sat down on the edge of a large flower bucket, opened her lunch box and looked inconspicuously while she started to eat.

After a few moment she spotted a young woman sitting on a bench who seemed to watch her.

Zelena couldn’t put a finger on it, but somehow she looked familiar. Too bad she was too far away to catch a better glimpse at her face.

Zelena took her time to eat the noodles, and kept an eye on this girl.

Tilly watched the woman, noting that she had been spotted, but not entirely caring. She stayed and watched, pretending to read a book, but her eyes hardly stayed on the page at all. She did keep her face angled mostly towards the book, letting it look like- from a distance, that she was very much enthralled with the book’s contents. However he eyes often flickered up to the other woman. Older than her, with red hair. The way she carried herself was with an importance. However, Tilly knew she hadn’t seen her anytime recently so she wasn’t a friend of the horrible woman Belfrey’s. She wasn’t someone who thought herself important for that.

Why was she so familiar? Why did it bother Tilly so much? She watched the town. Kept an eye on it for Weaver and yet this woman was the thing that bothered her the most. Maybe she could have seen her in the past around town. Years ago. Tilly would have been younger.. but she had watched the town and snuck about since she was thirteen or so. Well, a fair bit before that but she really made better notes of things since she hit her teens.

Closing the book with a snap Tilly stood up and walked over to the woman. Sitting down across from her Tilly was done playing games. She wanted to see this woman up close. Talk to her. Maybe she’d know. “I know you. Don’t I? I- I don’t know from where. Or who you are... but I know you.” Tilly was usually quite good with subtlety when she wanted to be. The problem was... making her want to be. And the curiosity was far too frustrating to deal with that now.

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huntsmanxeric:

        “ I keep answering calls about a wolf with a red eye, like that is some important detail. I tell them to call animal control but I don’t see the harm, all he does is eat trash scraps and rat; if he even exists. Supposedly, he’s never around when our units arrive; I need to get back in my car and not answering phones like some rookie.”

"He does exist. I’ve seen ‘im.” She said as she let herself drop off a roof nearby onto a dumpster and then jumped off that to land next to the man. “He’s big and scary. Think I saw ‘im chasin’ three little piggies...” She giggled. “Kidding! I did see ‘im though. Didn’t scare me. I’d say he’s harmless. Tell ‘em he’s your pet and he’s keepin’ an eye on things for you.”

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It looked like Roni was back... and she’d brought along a friend. She’d brought along someone that seemed so familiar to Tilly. Someone Tilly couldn’t place but someone she was almost certain she knew. From somewhere. So, in normal Tilly-like fashion she began to follow the woman. Not constantly. Not to the point of stalking... she seemed to be staying in Hyperion Heights so Tilly would check in on her every so often.

Today though, she was really bothered- maybe it was because she’d taken her pill a bit later today. She’d nearly forgotten but felt the nervousness- the edge of knowing something more was out there creeping in.... and she’d decided to take her pills. However, today it seemed like the need to know who this woman was was much more pertinent to her today. So she’d done what Tilly does and found her. Quietly she watched her from a distance. Currently sitting on a bench some distance from where the woman was.

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thcrniisms:

“Really? People underestimate you?” Ethan did have bad eyes, but he rarely realized how short-sighted he really was when it came to others. Never did it dawn on him that someone else could be in a similiar situation to his own. “I’m not going to underestimate you. You’ve been a great help for me already. I won’t forget that so easily.”

He mustered her a bit more closely. “You seem pretty normal to me.” Ethan retorted. “Why would anyone think that you’re crazy? People can be so mean.” He rubbed his lower arm and pulled his sleeve back down to cover his new watch. If his parents saw this he feared they would take it away from him.

“Yeah. Most jobs do require better eyesight. All I do there is clean anyway.” He frowned. “I still feel it’s something important, because it is at the hospital. That’s as far as I’ll get in my life, which is already depressing again if I think about it.”

"All the time. They think I’m weird. Or that I’m crazy.” Then again, she knew most of the opinion was formed on the awful Belfrey woman sitting up in her tower. Wouldn’t Tilly love to watch her fall one day. The hatred would catch up to her someday. No one liked her. Not anyone Tilly knew at least. “Good! Glad to be of service. If you ever need a ‘nother watch you know where to come, yeah?”

Tilly tilted her head to the side as he seemed to look at her. Smirking when he said she seemed normal. “Do I? Well that’s probably because I’ve been a good girl and taken my pills today.” She shrugged. Then again, she was being pretty good about that lately. With everything that happened with Weaver last time she didn’t...

“Of course it’s important. If it wasn’t cleaned then all the germs and gross things floating around there would just... sit there. Maybe they’d mutate and grow arms and come after patients.” She brought her hands up in a claw-like motion and grinned. “I bet you could get further if you keep tryin’ sure you might not be able to be a surgeon but there’s lots of successful people who have bad eyesight. Or are jus’ blind. Like uh- Hellen Keller or the piano man.” 

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thcrniisms:

“Hmm.” He mused in thought. Albeit he feigned to think about his choice, he’d already made his mind up. The watch was as good as it could get and most importantly it would serve its purpose. He started to dig around for his money as he took in what she said. Was she pitying him?

“It’s not so bad.” Ethan insisted. “Comes and goes like … a cold that never quite leaves. Like a fever that gets worse and less worse!” He shoved the money in her hands and fetched the watch. “I’m not disabled, okay? With this watch I’ll be more independent than I ever was.” He mustered it lovingly, then quickly put it away in his coat’s pocket.

“So… is this what you do for a living? Selling watches?”

Listening to his small rant she tilted her head. “Never said you were. Was just pointin’ out an interesting feature. But- I understand. People think I’m crazy. People think I’m... not all there... y’know?” She shrugged. “I use it to my advantage. People underestimate me. They don’t think that I’m paying attention or that I’m worth paying attention too.” She folded the money and shoved it into her pocket. He really didn’t seem to care about the money aspect... she’d have to remember that.

"It’s a good watch for a good man.” She nodded eagerly. She was actually quite glad that he seemed to like the watch. None of what she really said was lies. It was however on the user to use it properly. “Uh-- yeah. Mostly. Not the most glamorous job but no one will hire me. I’m crazy.” She twirled her finger around her ear with a grin.

“But I do a few odd jobs here and there... Get a bit more reliable cash... What about you? Just the hospital stuff?”

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thcrniisms:

“I got that already.” He muttered. Ethan hated being needy, because that happened more often than he liked to admit. So many things had become essential in his life and now one of these watches was about to become one of them too.

“What I want is independence. I want to do what I want and not what everyone else wants…” He huffed angrily, but quickly forgot about that when he willingly leaned in to inspect the different watches she had to show to him.

The first problem he discovered was one of them with fairly small numbers. He did try his best to read it, but he surrendered eventually in favour of checking out the others. “Maybe a smaller one.” Ethan fiddled with his coat and took out a pair of glasses, then he inspected one of the more expensive ones one more time. “I can’t see that much with my right eye.” He explained as he fiddled with the watch. The looks were secondary for the moment, but he had to admit that she had some really good taste. “These are really neat.” He admitted and gently lowered the watch back down into the box. “I’ll be taking this one, I think. It will serve its purpose and go nicely with my sunday suit.”

Tilly went over her watches again in her mind as he looked over them. Some had been easy to get, and she’d made note of the average price for one used. And gone even lower. After all... they were pure profit. Nothing spent to worry about. 

“Then do what you want.” She stated simply. “Don’t listen to anyone else. I don’t. So long as you’re doing right by the law, no one should have a say in what you’re doing.” The irony of telling him to obey the law as she sold stolen watches was not lost on her.

She nodded, letting him pick them up and examine any watch he wanted. “I’ve also got pocket watches if those seem more interesting... but you seem like a watch kinda guy... No fuss of a chain. Just on your wrist ready to go.” She grinned. “Oh... Sorry.” She actually did feel bad for him at that. Sight was something that Tilly relied on a fair bit. Sight and hearing. If either went her deal with Weaver could actually suffer. “Ooh that’s a good one. And...” She reached out and touched the small knob used to turn and set the time- but when pushed like a button it lit up the watch face. “It lights up. easier to see in dim lighin’. Very good choice. That one is one hundred even. If that price suits you.” If not Tilly was willing to make a deal but she found telling people that out right led to them haggling her down more. And she’d rather them pay full price if they could. She plucked the watch he’d chosen from the case and closed the case. Setting it at her feet. From her pocket she pulled a plain black box with a small pillow looking thing inside. The watch fit around the mini pillow and she stuck both into the box. It made everything look much more official and the boxes she got cheap in the right places.

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drizella-ivy-tremaine:

Ivy rolled her eyes, “Do you have anything better to do than annoy me?”

She folded her arms, eyebrow raised. “If I wanted to spend my time with a child I’d call my niece.”

She paused, as if deep in thought before wrinkling p her nose and shaking her head. “Not really. Besides. I was only trying to help.”

Tilly rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t make sense. I’m not a child. I’m older than you.” She pointed out with a nod her head. It was by about a year if Tilly remembered correctly. 

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thcrniisms:

That prospect got his attention. “An important date?” Ethan lowered the envelope. Suddenly it wasn’t half as important to him anymore. He often tiptoed around the schedule enforced on him. It was to ‘bring structure into his day’, but he had a suspicion that it was just another means for his parents to control him.

“He is important.” He thought aloud. “And never too late.” No, Whale never ended up missing someone that he’d meant to see. Even though it was never personal, but always work-related. This would change the game entirely, for once. If he just knew how much more time he had before he was escorted home…

“How much?” Now, he was quick to cut the chase. He was convinced and Tilly might as well know. “What do you want for it? Money shall not be an issue.”

"Yes. Very important. The kind you can’t be late for.” She said, noting his sudden interest. Tilly might be a little bit quirky but she knew how to sell things. it was after all how she made her living. “You can make time yours. Grab it. Don’t let the moment pass you by.” 

She nodded as he seemed to be analyzing what she’d said about Dr. Whale. She motioned him near the bottom of the statue and rested the case on it so she could open it. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You know what you want.” She grinned and popped open the case, various watches were resting inside.

"Well if money’s not an issue... I could interest you in the best one we’ve got... haven’t met anyone worthy of it yet.” She plucked out what easily looked like the most expensive watch in the bunch. In perfect condition too. It was sleek and black. The metal edges and hands were golden. It was fancy, it was nice. “This one is...” She turned it over in her hand. “One Twenty-Five... But this one could suit you too, for a flat one hundred as well... but those are my two most expensive. The others are nice too...” And she began pointing out nice features and accents of other watches and listing off prices. They ranged from seventy five and down. Over all she had about ten different nice looking watches. None cheaper than thirty. She had to make a living some how.

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brckenbelief:

all henry had ever really, truly wanted was a family. a small group of people to call his own, to come home to at night, to love and cherish the way he didn’t get to be when he was growing up. when the universe decreed he couldn’t have that kind of peace, all he’d wanted was to be alone. and when the universe decided that he couldn’t have a simple life of solitude, henry had stopped asking anything of the universe. it was clear that it wasn’t going to answer favourably. as for today, he was taking the opportunity to have a day off. the one benefit of working as a swyft driver, rather than working for a firm, was that he was essentially his own boss in a fashion. he worked when he chose to work, and when he decided he needed some time to write (or think, or any other tidbits needed doing - usually when he had enough to pay the rent and set a little aside), he liked to turn the app off and just relax.

which was why he was sat outside a coffee shop in hyperion heights, doing his best to relax with a good book. he didn’t usually come down to the heights - at least, not before lucy forced her way into his life, but now it was like he had a draw to the area whereas before he effectively avoided it as much as possible. it wasn’t a great neighbourhood, but as more and more developments from belfrey herself came about, he had to admit… it was starting to look nice. maybe even the kind of place he wanted to live himself. any such thoughts were cut out as he felt something push against his shoulder, forcing his arm to shake violently and coffee to spill all over himself. “jesus,” he hissed, putting his coffee down on the table as he turned, an incredulous expression on his face. “was that necessary?”

Being the eyes and ears of the city was a hard job. She knew she couldn’t possibly catch every single thing that went on in the town... but she could try. Using short cuts around town she could travel quicker and stay out of view. One of her favorites were the rooftops and back allies of some of the buildings right in town. It was when she was headed from one roof to another that she spotted Henry. Mr. Trouble magnet himself sitting on a bench. He’d come to her with Detective Jones at one point. He was apparently a friend of the mans- even if Tilly felt like she’d let him down lately. It still meant she somewhat trusted those he trusted. So she was curious to see what had brought Henry to town today. She didn’t even see Lucy by his side like usual.

So she jumped down landing right behind the bench, however what she didn’t expect was for her balance to be off just enough to send her stumbling forward a single step before she reached out. Aiming to grab the bench but ending up grabbing Henry’s shoulder instead. Her eyes widened sadly. She hadn’t meant for that to happen and genuinely felt bad about it. “Sorry... I just... I lost my balance. Kinda thought you were the bench. Well not really but I didn’t meant o grab you... I’ll buy you another?” She couldn’t help with the clothing but she could help with replacing the coffee he now wore.

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drizella-ivy-tremaine:

Ivy looked up from the computer at the voice, rolling her eyes she said, “You know you aren’t supposed to be here. No crazies allowed.” She set aside the file she’d been looking at and folded her arms.

“Now run along back to the faries and talking chipmunks you spend your days with.” She shooed Tilly away before looking back at her screen.

"I’m not crazy. I’m not the one who ended up in jail. Am I?” She tilted her head to the side with a smirk. “You’re like a little guard dog. Aren’t you? Watching the door.” She giggled a little bit and leaned over the desk and grabbed a pen.

Tilly scoffed at the next words out of the girls mouth. “If you’re talking to chipmunks maybe you should have your head examined.” She leaned in, holding the pen in front of Ivy’s eyes like a doctor would when checking for dilation of the pupils with the little light. “Tell me Ivy, do they talk back?” She grinned widely, knowing full well the other woman’s intentions but loving messing with her.

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thcrniisms:

At the time at which Ethan was unknowingly getting observed he was fiddling with a large envelope for Dr. Whales. Sometimes he would give him his mail to dispatch after he was done cleaning at the hospital. It might make him seem like a general servant to others, but it let him feel a little more important. Like there was something that he could do by himself.

The voice from above surprised, but didn’t startle him. He often witnessed people addressing him when he hadn’t actually spotted them yet. So, he calmly tilted his head back and tried to get a glimpse at the blonde sitting high above him.

“What would I need a time piece for?” He inquired in return, then a little smirk tugged on his lips. “If you’re gonna try to sell something to me I’d try again.”

Tilly hopped down to be on level with the man and smirked. “Why wouldn’t you need a time piece? Everyone has a watch. Either to look pretty or to make them look impor’ant. Like they’ve got somewhere to be. Y’know?” She looked the boy over. Curious about him. She had seen him around a fair few times running about. Either on one of her visits to the hospital for various reasons or just running about to or from the place. 

“You’re always running about. Wouldn’t you like to have easy access to know if you’re on time? What if you’re late for a very important date? Bet you’d like to know.” She tilted her head curiously. Her eyes darting to the name on the envelope.

“I bet Dr. Whale has a good time piece. Bet it makes him look important. Sophisticated. Bet time never slips away from him. Huh?”

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Hey, I'd love to apply in your RPG, but I'm new to tumblr. Can I send a sample anyway or do I have to familiarize myself with tumblr first?

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drizella-ivy-tremaine:

Ivy Belfrey checked her reflection in the mirror of her compact; she wanted to make sure her make up was perfect and not clumpy or smudged. If her mother, Victoria, saw that her eyeliner was uneven she’d make her stay late.

Satisfied with her appearance, Ivy put the compact back in her clutch and turned on the computer at her desk. She had a long nine hours ahead of her and she needed to get started before Victoria showed up.

Ivy was her mother’s assistant at her Estate office in Hyperion Heights. Ivy was the only one her mother trusted to keep her work organized and running smoothly.

When the computer was warmed up Ivy clicked the mail icon and scanned the row of new messages.

Meetings for 10 A.M; 4:30 P.M, and 6:45 P.M. All with different people.

Pulling out her phone, Ivy keyed all of the times into an alarm.

This was going to be a busy day in deed.

Tilly stepped into the room. A grin tugging just at the corners of her lips. She watched for a moment as the other woman- too caught up in applying make up. Too caught up in appearances to notice Tilly standing there. How silly. Appearances were superficial if you knew what was really underneath. She was only fooling those who didn’t know her.

She stepped back out of view of the woman and peeked back when her attention had sufficiently shifted to another device. And then another. Work work work. It seemed like that’s all this town did anymore.

She finally stepped into the room and waltzed over to the desk. Leaning over just a bit she pointed to a particular point on Ivy’s face, tilted her head and paused before finally speaking. “You missed a spot.”

Leaning back she said nothing more and just watched for Ivy’s reaction.

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sxerragreen:

 Sierra sighed quietly to herself  as she walked around her familiar hometown - Hyperion Heights. Normally she wouldn’t be anywhere near the town but Roni had called her and said it was something urgent - so she decided to come. Carlie was staying back at the hotel and now, Sierra was trying to find her way to Roni’s.

It was weird, but after seeing so many different places and faces, she didn’t remember much about Hyperion Heights. Thankfully, there was no chance that she would run into her m- Kelly. When someone spoke to her, Sierra looked up.

 The girl seemed familiar… but she couldn’t realize where she knew her from

 “ Wow, that’s quite a strange place to be in. “  She probably knew the girl, but it had been so long since she had been in the Heights, so Sierra couldn’t be sure. “ Not interested, though. My fiancee probably wouldn’t be too happy if I brought home something like that. “ 

She pointed to the box the girl kept next to her. She smiled and started to turn to leave, when she remember something. “ I suppose you could probably tell me how to get to Roni’s?”

Tilly had wanted to talk to this girl. Not only because she was absolutely stunning but because there was something familiar about her. And Tilly didn’t forget. Not things like that. At least she didn’t think she did. So she was rather confused when she knew deep down this woman was familiar. This woman was someone she knew. She felt like she knew her well too but why couldn’t she remember her name. Why. It was frustrating - it made her want to stop taking her meds again. But Weaver would be upset with her. She didn’t want to anger him again. Nor Detective Jones... 

So she just opted to strike up a conversation with the woman instead. “Why so? I can see some of the best parts of town from here. Plus if I wasn’t here I would have missed the prettiest girl I’ve seen all day.” She grinned a wide, slightly lopsided grin at the woman.

Fiancee. For some reason that word actually made Tilly’s heartache. “Why? They’re nice watches. You should bring one as a gift to him or her.” She held out her own arm and pulled up her sleeve enough to show off the watch she wore. Though hers was broken, it was a nice watch. “This one’s broken- can’t sell it. But... let me know if you change your mind.”

Tilly sighed when the woman turned to walk away but smiled hopefully when she turned back. Smile dropping just slightly when she didn’t ask to buy a watch but nodding regardless. “Why don’t I show you? It’s a lot easier than explainin’ “

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The person was walking by minding their own business. Tilly was seated on the troll statue, leaning back watching. She was not minding her own business. She never did. It was pretty much how she made a living. Weaver always asked her for some off the wall information. So she found it better to just pay attention to everything.

Plus she was curious. She loved watching people and all the curious things they did. Of course, maybe she was the curious one. Watching people. Not always saying much. Tilly knew she was weird of course. But she didn’t really mind. 

Finally though the person drew near enough, not seeming to notice her however. So she spoke up. “You look like someone who could use a time piece. I happen to have one. Right here.” She patted the box sitting next to her.