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Post by Mary Margaret Blanchard on Jun 11, 2013 14:25:37 GMT
Mary Margaret walked up the sidewalk holding the grocery bag in one hand as the other fumbled with her keys as she was getting closer to the house. When she heard a lot of loud banging followed by some yelling . Throwing the bag on the porch she ran to unlock the door she had already pulled her gun out. "Emma are you okay?" Rounding the corner of the living room to enter the kitchen, she found Emma destroying her toaster. "What are you doing? Was it broken?" She asked as put her gun away back on her hoister. Taking her light purple jacket off and draping it over the back of one of the white dinning rooms chairs."hold that thought be right back. I need to pick the groceries up from the front porch." She turned and walked back out to the front porch, she walked back out of the front door. And picked up all the items that had spilled from her throwing it on the floor. Sighing as she walked back inside, wondering what was the matter with her friend. Emma Swan
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Post by Emma Swan on Jun 12, 2013 21:44:49 GMT
It was right after Regina managed to fire her as deputy, when Emma needed to get rid of her anger. Rushing back to Mary Margaret’s apartment, the first thing she noticed when she entered it, was a little note lying on the table making her know that her roommate was out to shop for groceries. Picking up the note from the table she crumbled it into a little ball and threw it to the other side of the room. She really had the feeling to just hit something. In some kind of hurry hungered by anger she opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of whisky. Pouring in some of the liquid she drank up her first bottle rather quickly. It was then when she saw the victim she wanted to hit. A toaster standing on the kitchen counter would be the perfect thing to hit. Quickly the took a knife out of the drawer and began to hit the toaster on the counter on its side, trying to pry it open with the knife she was holding. “god damn it” she almost yelled as Mary Margaret entered the apartment. Emma looked up to her while she kept on hitting the toaster. “It wasn’t when I started with it. Pretty sure it is now. Just needed to hit something.” Emma waited for Mary Margaret to get back to continue about it. “It’s Regina, she fired me as your deputy so she can put one of her own puppets by your side. It’s my job!"
Mary Margaret Blanchard
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