#anoseforrottenapples

[smiletimeisrunningout]

@anoseforrottenapples x Mary

While stopping in Whitehall was a nice change after the chaos of the previous weeks, Emma was dying to get outside, finally have a good walk - maybe a little adventure, nothing too dangerous - and do something besides meeting important people so they wouldn't get offended and crossing the country. Time to get back to normalcy. So first thing she did that morning was wear her training clothes, finally back to pants, and get down for some push-ups. She figured thirty minutes would be more than enough and leave her time to get ready to go downstairs. But she had just started when someone had knocked, "Come in!" she called out, figuring it was someone there to ask her if she needed anything. "Oh, Mary! Hi!" she jumped back to standing at the sight of the lady of the house, "Sorry, I tho-am I late for something?"

[timeguardiansarchive]

To Find a Missing Prince

@anoseforrottenapples preplotted for Troy

Aggrieved, newly human Ariel, grabs hold of the constable's arm and gesticulates vividly in distress. "!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She must find him! Him, being the mysterious, handsome stranger, she pulled out of the tumultuous surf. The zealousness of her hand movement amplifies to try and convey just how emergent the situation is. After all, the hot sailor might be GONE forever and she may be doomed to Ursula's curse FOREVER.

Realizing he might think she's crazy, she gesticulates towards her ill-working vocal chords. Only now, did it dawn upon her, that trading her voice for legs had been a pretty STUPID move. Especially now, when she NEEDS to communicate.

He. She points to a man. I need to find him. Ariel points more adamantly. Shoulders drop with an expelled sigh, which pushes red bangs upwards. Cerulean orbs flash with an IDEA. She reaches, pressing her hand flat against his notepad. She may not have her voice, but she could still transcribe. Right?

[timeguardians]

Doyle & Peggy -- @anoseforrottenapples

"Really, Doyle. This is NO time to be lazing around!!!" She tisks.

For a man who had things SORTED, he was in quite a pickle. Doyle ALMOST appeared pathetic, hanging against the dungeon wall like some distasteful modern art piece. "I would ask you-- how it is hanging, but I think I have already gotten the gist of it, as you Americans would say."

"So. Was I correct about MISS LONG LEGS being a traitor?"

Oh, she earned the right to GLOAT. Had he followed her SIMPLE instructions, the likelihood of him avoiding this terrible predicament all together were exponentially HIGHER. "I do believe a thank you is in order."

Peggy delicately dangles the keys to his chains before Doyle. "Say the words and Freedom will be YOURS." Of course, Carter would not torture him any more than strictly necessary.

[honorhearted]

@anoseforrottenapples | continued from (x)

Already, Ben could sense his mistake. Despite the glimmer of amusement in Mary's eyes, she wasn't exactly notorious for being welcoming towards advances, harmless or otherwise.

"Sorry, uh...that sounded much more charming when I was rehearsing it in my head," he quipped, smiling as he watched her arrange the baked goods. "Perhaps I should've made a more 'bake sale appropriate' joke? How about this one: 'are you bread? Because I knead you."

Despite the fact he wished to laugh at his own (terrible) pun, he could already feel the heat rising beneath his collar as Mary set down her tray of cookies.

“And what do you have on offer that’ll assure me you’re the one I need to complete my scale of ten?”  

"Uh..." What did he have to offer? Awkwardly, Ben lifted his palms and said, "Two hands, both ready and eager for assistance. I guess I'm technically supposed to be helping everyone, but you presently seem to be the only one without an aide." Still woefully pink-cheeked, he assured her, "I promise I didn't mean anything by it...I guess I was hoping for a smile. Thomas barely talked last year, so I thought...w-well...how is he doing? If I'm allowed to ask?"

The truth was, Ben had grown increasingly concerned by the boy's withdrawal. Thomas hadn't wished to study or pay attention or participate, but he'd managed to pass and move on to the next grade. And with Mary at the forefront of town gossip, he'd really felt for them -- wanted to ensure they were all right, in fact. Perhaps his ridiculous sense of humor hadn't been the proper approach.

[unyieldingvalxr]

@anoseforrottenapples (to Mary Woodhull)

A flash of a snarl finds Philomena's face at the mention of the STRUMPET with no morals who had LANDED her in this precarious predicament. "She may be the BELLE of Philadelphia, but personally, I have never met another with so FEW scruples." And that was saying a lot given her PRESENT occupation.

Cerulean orbs flash upwards. "If you're here to visit, I suppose you've summized as much. What has she done to you and your son?" She bristles, having realized that Peggy must have ferreted them out as a connection to Cupler. "Te-- tell me someone knows you two are here."

[annastrxng]

@anoseforrottenapples​

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

anoseforrottenapples asked : “?”--for Lydia from either Mary or Troy (I'll decide when we get there if that works for you XD)

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences. / @anoseforrottenapples -- accepting

        ❝ Where are we? ❞ (72)

[cabbxges-and-kings]

anoseforrottenapples asked : ☎--for Mary W

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone. / @anoseforrottenapples​ -- still accepting

NAME: Mary or Mrs. Woodhull (he thinks it’s cute)

RINGTONE: Unfortunately, Mary is also blessed cursed with a weezer song

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Dinner is on the table. Thomas is asking about where you are.

LAST TEXT SENT: Be home in five minutes. Was in Oyster Bay.