[If there was one thing that Gold understood exceptionally well, it was deals. His typically chosen weapons after all were little things, the needle, the pen, the fine print within a contract or fine points of a deal. He was also a man of his word, if he promised a result, he delivered. If he couldn't deliver, well then, he wouldn't make the deal or he'd refund the price given to him.
It should come to no surprise to people then that he had one hell of an information network, and not just within Storybrooke. No, he had fingers in a number of places throughout the state and on down the country. After all, how was he going to be capable of continuing his most notable ability of finding things both rare and usually hard to find, if he didn't have his finger on the pulse of things so to speak?
Even in this world, when most people came to him, they came with a deal in mind.]
[ Deals and rules were something that John usually found himself weaseling out of. Usually other people took the fall for him. Sometimes they'd die, or end up with a fate worse than death. Either way John seemed to always get away with his life and their blood on his hands. It was no wonder his soul was damned to Hell. That didn't mean he'd stop trying to get out of his fate.
John had his hands in his pockets as he walked down the streets of Storybrooke. What a bloody stupid name that was. While the scrying map had gone, thanks to a pissy angel, he had his instincts. Something told him to head to Maine. So, off he went on his own to investigate an odd town with an even stupider name. Not that it had been easy, mind you. There had been magical wards all over the place. It took a bit of work to get in, but, well, John always found a way.
He grinned around his cigarette as he found a shop of interest. Antiques was it? In a town by a magical barrier? Oh, that he had to check out. In he went into the shop with that cocky shit eating grin of his. ]
[It was fortunately a quiet day in town. John might notice that despite it being technically mid-winter in the rest of the world, the town felt and looked as if it were permanently caught in the grip of a late autumn. Not many people saw the man for the oddity he truly was, those who would know him for that were busy in their own various ways.
The fact that John happened to pick a shop holding one of those few people was pure chance...or was it?
Hearing the bell ring upon the other man's entry, Gold looked up from the piece he had been polishing. He noted the grin silently as well as the fact he was a stranger and was here while the curse was still active, definite red flags all three. He observed him for a silent second more before he finally spoke up keeping his tone casual as if actually having an actual customer within his shop wasn't an unusual occurrence for him.]
[ It is a bit odd to see everyone minding their own business. With such a powerful barrier over the town? Well, it is a bit surprising no one seems to notice the stranger striding around like he owns the joint. Not that John usually doesn't think that way when he arrives somewhere. Usually he knows more of what is going on than everyone else. ]
Just uh, wondering if you could give me some directions, mate. [ John pulls the cigarette out of his mouth. He keeps it in his hand though. ] I don't suppose you would know where a bloke could spend the night in town before moving on.
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Come to a unknown town in Maine, John...
It should come to no surprise to people then that he had one hell of an information network, and not just within Storybrooke. No, he had fingers in a number of places throughout the state and on down the country. After all, how was he going to be capable of continuing his most notable ability of finding things both rare and usually hard to find, if he didn't have his finger on the pulse of things so to speak?
Even in this world, when most people came to him, they came with a deal in mind.]
Bum hell egypt!
John had his hands in his pockets as he walked down the streets of Storybrooke. What a bloody stupid name that was. While the scrying map had gone, thanks to a pissy angel, he had his instincts. Something told him to head to Maine. So, off he went on his own to investigate an odd town with an even stupider name. Not that it had been easy, mind you. There had been magical wards all over the place. It took a bit of work to get in, but, well, John always found a way.
He grinned around his cigarette as he found a shop of interest. Antiques was it? In a town by a magical barrier? Oh, that he had to check out. In he went into the shop with that cocky shit eating grin of his. ]
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The fact that John happened to pick a shop holding one of those few people was pure chance...or was it?
Hearing the bell ring upon the other man's entry, Gold looked up from the piece he had been polishing. He noted the grin silently as well as the fact he was a stranger and was here while the curse was still active, definite red flags all three. He observed him for a silent second more before he finally spoke up keeping his tone casual as if actually having an actual customer within his shop wasn't an unusual occurrence for him.]
May I help you with something?
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Just uh, wondering if you could give me some directions, mate. [ John pulls the cigarette out of his mouth. He keeps it in his hand though. ] I don't suppose you would know where a bloke could spend the night in town before moving on.