Once Upon A Time (Tv series) TEA TIME! I CAN'T BE LATE FOR TEA! ~PAFP~ Jump In!

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    We all know the story of Alice and Wonderland, right? But do we really know the WHOLE story?
    The Mad Hatter, the crazy man that is coo coo for tea time? He wasn't always mad, he wasn't always obsessed with tea time. The true story? He was a portal jumper. His hat could take him anywhere, anytime. The evil queen demanded him to take her to Wonderland to get her father back from the queen of hearts, but he refused. Why? Because he had a little girl. Grace. He loved her, he even stopped his thieving ways for her. Unfortunately, the evil queen gained his help by promising to give his daughter everything she needed in life (they were poor). He promised his daughter he would return to her, promising he would make it for tea time. So, Jefferson (the mad hatter) used his hat to get him and the evil queen to Wonderland, but there was a catch. If two people went into Wonderland, only two people could leave, it was the rules of the hat. The evil queen didn't mention her father to him. When they were running from the guards after gaining her father, the queen left Jefferson, returning to the real world with her and her father. The Mad Hatter was then trapped, taken captive by the queen of hearts. His head was then cut off, his body not returned until he promised to make his hat work again, but without magic, he couldn't. He spent the rest of his days making hats, desperately trying to make a hat work like his old one so he could return home to his daughter in time for tea. That's how he went insane, how he now babbles about tea time. Now he's stuck in the real world, and he has remembered everything. That's where you come in.


    Okay! So! Plot is that your character (a female) meets this insane man (the mad hatter) and he suddenly thinks that she is the one that can fix his hat, can make the magic return and bring his daughter back. Of course she thinks he's insane, but he refuses to let her go. When she tries to leave town, he's suddenly in the road. She thinks she hits him, and he limps. She drives him to her house, and he offers her a drink. It's drugged. He kidnaps her, locking her up in his mansion in the woods. He refuses to let her go until she makes him a magical hat. Eventually she learns who he really is, the Mad Hatter. She learns his true backstory. The horrible backstory to what forced him to be insane.


    Rules are simple!
    1. Please be advanced! This means 2 or 3 paragraphs! Low muse is understandable!
    2. Please be active! I cannot stress this enough
    3. Keep cursing to a minimum
    4. Please read the entire backstory provided above, if you have any questions, feel free to ask!
    5. To ensure you are reading these/have read these rules, put insanity in your other section in your bio
    6. Give a short bio of your character so I can learn some!
    7. Our characters can fall in love, just make sure not to rush it!
    8. Feel free to add to the plot, just run it by me first!
    9. Post your bio and then I'll write my post. Jefferson is about 20 btw.



    Jefferson's scar (from where the queen of hearts cut off his head)


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    Everything you need to know
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    OOC: That was perfect! Thank you for joining! I'm so excited for this! Feel free to add whatever you want to the plot! I'm open for almost anything if it happens to cross your mind at any point



    IC: Jefferson. One could simply say the name and everyone in town would roll their eyes and groan. He was the towns lunatic, anybody could tell you that. By his crazy antics, his obsession with hats and tea, to his odd way of dressing. He even had a scar that suggested a suicide attempt, even though, when asked, he would reply with an insane story about getting his head cut off by the Queen of Hearts. Yes, that was Jefferson. The town he lived in was small, everybody knew everyone, there was never a new face. Jefferson would always get morning tea at a diner on the edge of town. It was the only social time he ever got, even if nobody really talked to him. But this day was different, much different. Neither he, nor the town knew it, but a new face would be stopping by.


    Jefferson took his usual seat at the diner, a booth by the window. He always carried a case with him, a case that was oddly shaped like a smallish top hat. He wore an old leather jacket with a large collar that was folded in the front and left up in the back. It helped to hide his obvious scar. His undershirt was also black, it matched his dark leather jacket. Another key item to hiding his scar was a dark scarf that was tied to look like a tie. It was like a long cravat. He held a steaming cup of tea in both his hands, his blue eyes locked onto it as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

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    [align=center]( Thanks! I am too, I love Alice in Wonderland and Once Upon A Time is great too so I was pretty happy to see this up~ )


    She wasn't quite sure what her main intention had been when driving out here. This town was small, and to top it off it was in the middle of nowhere as though it prided itself in being completely detached from society. But maybe right now that was just what she needed. A simple change of scenery, something new, something fresh, even if it was only for a short while maybe this town or something even further from here could be her temporary escape. All that was certain in that moment was that she needed something to drink. And what better place than the conveniently placed diner right in the heart of the town? It definitely gave off a good vibe - probably the most neighborly place she had come across despite living in a whole different town herself.


    As she walked through the door the bell placed on top chimed to announce the arrival of a new customer, though Dylan did not falter in her step as she strode to the counter and took a seat there rather than settling into a booth. Only, as she sat down she couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Almost like she'd walked into a personal setting. Perhaps the people of this town were all just that close?


    It didn't take terribly long at all for the charming lady behind the counter to kindly ask her what she wanted, resulting in a short discussion between the two. "My oh my, it's been awhile since we've seen a new face around here. What can I get you?" The waitress asked, focusing her attention on Dylan who leaned slightly against the counter. "Just a tea." She responded, a kind smile brushing over her lips as she spoke. Something relaxing like that sounded pretty good just about now. So with that, the waitress nodded her head and busied herself with that, leaving Dylan a moment to look around the diner, her darker irises reflecting the scenery around her.

    The weather, the news, the latest hit songs, what was the best thing on the menu. All these were conversations that were going on inside the diner, and all around Jefferson. Yet, he did not speak. He sat alone, in a secluded booth, almost as secluded as the mansion he lived in, even the town. Yes, he lived in a mansion, but he wasn't rich. For as long as anybody could remember, he had always lived there, always had enough money, but was never happy. He was mentally sick after all, at least that's what he always heard. Pity, it was all he got. No, it wasn't even pity, people simply looked down on him, like a bug crossing their path.


    He sipped his tea, his eyes narrowed into a very serious look as he stared straight ahead. One could only imagine what was going on in his mind right now. He slowly turned his head as he lowered his tea halfway to the table before stopping. There, walking towards the diner, was a girl he had never seen. He knew EVERYBODY, and this girl was somebody he was not familiar with. He slowly set the cup down so it fully rested on the table, his eyes never leaving the mystery girl. Everyone in the diner tried not to stare, but they did.


    Nobody was used to seeing a new face, but it got everyone excited, brightened a few conversations even. It wasn't long before people stopped staring, returning to their own business, but Jefferson did not. The odd man in the corner of the diner kept watching this girl, his eyes never leaving her. She must be the one! She could send him home! He would see his daughter again! She would remember him! Love him! He nearly spilled his tea in his excitement. He ducked his head slightly, a grin creeping across his face.

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    [align=center]It had never really occurred to her what it must be like to be an animal at the zoo. But in that moment - with all eyes nearly burning into her back from all sides, she swore she knew exactly how it felt. Fortunately, that mild discomfort that came with the attention didn't last long, as everyone soon returned to their respective conversations. She supposed the waitress was right - they really didn't see new faces around here often. So something like that was normal then.


    That was as far as the normality went though. For even though everyone was speaking once more, she still felt eyes on her. It wasn't a harsh stare, nor was it discomforting, but it was just as obvious. Of course she didn't bother to look straight ahead and hope whoever was watching her lost interest. Instead, she turned her head to let her gaze sweep across the diner, only to have her eyes rest upon a man dressed in rather strange attire for this day and age. He was the one watching her, and rather shamelessly at that. But whatever the reason, he seemed to be in a great mood judging by the smile on his face. Actually, it was one that caused a faint grin to tug at the corners of her mouth, though curiosity caused her eyes to narrow slightly.


    "Here you are." As the waitress set her tea on the counter, she was drawn away from the strange man only to return her eyes to the waitress. Uttering a thank-you which was to be expected. Fortunately, the waitress didn't continue any conversation with her right then and there, as she was drawn away to another set of customers at the end of the counter. Leaving Dylan alone once more to enjoy her drink.

    It was finally time. Jefferson had been waiting for a new face to appear for...well, as long as he could remember. Memories, that was his burden, his curse. He wished he was like the other people in this town, or in the world for that matter. Just too blind, too stupid to see such an obvious truth. Many times people tried to sign him up for therapy, but he never went. Why? Nobody believed him, no matter how many times they asked, and some even asked the same question multiple times. He never understood, he wasn't a liar, nor was he crazy.


    Jefferson saw the new arrival scan the room, before those dark eyes of hers landed on his own bright ones. He cocked his head to one side, just faintly. His savior noticed him! He felt like the luckiest person ever. He would finally be able to leave these judgmental, blind people and go home. He stood up when her eyes left his. She surely wouldn't approach him, not many did, so he had to make the first move. He snatched up his hat shaped case and hurried over to her, like a kid running for candy. Once reaching her, he just sat right beside her, as if he knew her his whole life.


    With a clank, Jefferson sat his case beside him on another stool before turning his full and utter attention to the new girl. "It's nice to see a new face around here.." He commented, looking her up and down as if measuring her up "It's quite a rare sight.." He added with a slight motion of his hand. He made sure his jacket collar was up slightly. No use in trying to talk her into the task he needed done if she was scared of him just by his looks. Hiding his scar helped people talk to him more it seemed. "What brings you to Storybrooke?" The strange man asked, tilted his head slightly. He didn't seem to have any problem at all starting a conversation.

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    [align=center]This place wasn't too bad. Peaceful, really. But it was an undeniable factor that peace was something she could grow tired of very, very quickly. Even with a name such as Storybrooke and the rumors that surrounded this town, if things were always this silent she could imagine it getting rather dull. On this day however - she needn't worry about such a thing, as it seemed one of the locals had taken that little problem and thrown it to the wind as the man she had caught watching her bluntly joined her at the counter. In fact, with how quickly he made it a point to comfortably sit next to her, she was almost given the impression that this was someone she should have known.


    Turning her attention to him, she met the mans gaze for only a moment before leaning to glance at the case he had set next to him on the extra stool. Was that suppose to be... a hat inside? It definitely wasn't a common sight to see someone with such a thing, but the unique little piece only helped draw her attention back to him as she spoke. An instinctive, welcoming smile tugging at her lips. He seemed harmless enough. Maybe a little odd, but oddities were what made people who they were. "So I've heard... I almost feel like I'm intruding." She replied with blunt honesty, but her statement seemed to hide a little humor behind it. It was only once he asked her what brought her to this town that caused her gaze to momentarily drift back to her cup of tea.


    "The name, mostly." She replied thoughtfully as she lifted her head. "There seems to be a lot behind it. But I guess you could say I came our here looking for something... new." She added, playing with the words in her mind for a moment before settling on that one. Even now it was hard for her to determine why exactly she had chosen Storybrooke of all places. In the end, it could have been nothing more that provoked curiosity. But whatever the reason, she was here, and she had to admit she didn't mind the place much at all. There was an air to it that just intrigued her. But that wasn't the only thing that caught her attention. "So what do you have in that case of yours? A hat?" She added, knowing that must have been the most obvious answer. But that did not stop her from inquiring about it.

    Jefferson couldn't beileve his luck. For years he waited for somebody new to stroll into town and give him a chance. The townsfolk already knew about his crazy antics, trust me, he had tried to get everyone to help. Every single person turned him down, practically running away. He was now the towns psycho, the psychotic maniac with a screwed up head and an insane story to tell. Imagination, that's the word they always uses to discribe him "he has..a lot of imagination" He had heard that phrase hundreds of times, and he was tired of it, yet a fresh face in town gave him a new found hope.


    After settling into the seat beside the stranger, he rolled up his sleeves once, only once. His sleeves were a little long after all, and it seemed he was trying to keep them clean. He tilted his head as she mentioned intrusion. In a way, she had intruded, but he couldn't be more thankful for that action. His savior was here, and she was going to save him from this cruel world. He shifted in his seat slightly as he peered sideways at her with his sharp blue eyes "Storybrooke seems to do that to people..." He spoke up, looking at his abandoned cup of tea "It draws people in.." He added in a slightly lower voice.


    The case, the case which held the most precious thing he could ever own, his hat. His eyes got a little wide when she asked about it "My..hat.." He practically whispered it, gazing at her as if she had just asked him the most important question in the world. He put a hand on the case, as if afraid she would maybe take it. Her interest was sparked, he could tell, now was his chance! She would help him, he knew she would! She had to..right? "My name is Jefferson...I don't like my other title" He paused before continuing "The evil queen has trapped me here..all of us! But I remember..I remember everything! I didn't forget..noooo..not like these people.." He spat, as if he hated the people for not remembering. By now, everyone was rolling their eyes, everyone that could hear Jefferson's rambling at least. There he goes, he's at it again.

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    [align=center]It was impossible not to notice that ever since the man had seated himself next to her, eyes seemed to find their way to her once more. Now everyone seemed to be anticipating something. Waiting, watching, like she was a caged animal all over again only now they had set a lion in with her. Of course, that was how she saw the situation - but not the man. Quite frankly he seemed nice enough. He was energetic, but gave off a sense of tranquility. So really, what harm could he possibly be? Besides, he seemed so happy.


    It was only once he mentioned Storybrooke that her attention had been snapped from straying away only to be drawn right back in as she focused on him intently. Storybrooke...it draws people in. She had heard that once and only once before when she had first sought out directions to the town. Oddly, it wasn't even on a map, but that hadn't stopped her from somehow managing to drive right into the town as though an unseeable force had coaxed her in. However, she did wonder how this man knew about this little force. Had he been drawn in too? Or was it just common knowledge in a town like this?


    She hadn't expected that when she'd asked about his hat, it would have been such a great deal to him. And yet, he looked at her in that moment as though she had asked him about his own blood. It only led her to wonder where and when this hat had started holding such great importance to him, and why that was. But she didn't get to linger on that thought as he quickly began to blurt more... unnatural things. "...Evil Queen?" She managed hesitantly, unsure of how she was supposed to respond to this. Frankly after his claim, she wasn't quite sure how to process everything, or really how to react at all. Was he being serious? Or was this all some sort of act? "What do you mean by being trapped? You can't just leave?" Maybe she shouldn't have entertained his idea or act, but she couldn't help but blurt the question. After all, she had driven in here so easily. If he felt so trapped, why couldn't he just leave the way she'd come?

    All eyes were on the new girl and the town lunatic. Everyone watched, everyone waited. It was only a matter of time before this lady left, thanks to him. They never got visitors, and half the people believed it was because of Jefferson. As long as anybody could remember, they had just always been in the town, nobody questioned it, nobody left. It was the way of life around here, and nobody questioned it. All except for Jefferson. He was a town nuisance, partly why he lived alone in the forest.


    Jefferson stared at the counter, wondering if he would scare this girl off. She was his only hope, and he couldn't lose it, but he wasn't about to let her leave this diner without letting her know of her importance. He suddenly straightened and looked at her. He just stared, then let out a sorrowful laugh "Ha..nobody can leave! Bad things happen to those who try.." He replied to her as if this was just the normal thing to say. Everything he spoke sounded insane, but to him, it was normality.


    A man finally got up and walked over to the counter, he stood near Jefferson, looking at the new girl "I apologize...he's not all.." The man pointed at his own head, moving his finger in a circle, counter clockwise. It seemed he was indicating that Jefferson was..crazy. Jefferson immediately looked down, his fists tightening. He was NOT going to blow his one and only chance, and if he did, he had to make sure it wasn't the last time he saw this girl. He glanced at her, eyes suddenly different almost. Hope had been sucked from them and they held an almost angry, desperate look.

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    [align=center]She'd come out here for a breath of fresh air - but right now she was feeling awfully claustrophobic. Whatever was happening seemed to be doing so in one great downhill spiral after she'd ordered that tea of hers, a drink that still went untouched. Frankly, she wasn't sure what to do. This mans demeanor was changing, and something about the way he spoke so urgently made her feel a little guilty, but simultaneously she knew there was nothing in her power that she could do to help him. And almost as if someone else knew just that, another stranger appeared at the counter.


    Was that why everyone was watching the two of them? Waiting for this man - Jefferson - to tell his infamous story and reach out to another stranger? She had known everyone had been anticipating something, but she would have never assumed this. Of course, his statement caused her eyes to flicker cautiously back to Jefferson, who looked to be affected by this statement. Then again, who wouldn't be? He had just been called crazy as though it was nothing more than a casualty. One that she was regrettably beginning to believe.


    "What kind of bad things?" Dylan asked as she looked from Jefferson to the stranger, unsure of whether or not this was a truthful fact or, if he was silently threatening her. She hoped it wasn't the latter of the two. But he didn't seem to mean her any harm, even if that look in his eyes had changed as though the happiness had just been sucked out of him. Maybe he had schizophrenia, in which case she wasn't sure whether she should play along or get up and leave. But in preparation for the second option, she discretely lowered some change for her tea onto the counter.

    The entire diner was deathly silent, a few people even got up to leave as if there was a serious matter that needed to be settled without them in the room. Most stayed out of it, but that other strange man had stepped up to save the new girl. And in a way, that was a true statement. It was obvious this man wasn't going to let her go so easily without helping him, but help was something that seemed impossible, at least the help he wanted was.


    The man simply shook his head at Dylan, as if warning her to stop now while she was ahead. As if telling her not to fantasize with him, but another question was out, causing the man to roll his eyes. Jefferson simply responded with a very true statement "This one girl tried to leave..and she wrecked her car into the town sign..! She's in the hospital now.." He said softly, gazing at Dylan with eyes that seemed to change emotion quite quickly. The man with Jefferson looked annoyed "That was a complete accident.." He reassured the visitor, even though Jefferson shook his head back and forth, eventually putting his head in his hands.


    This strange man seemed to have just given up. There was no way he was going to get her to help with the locals cutting in and messing everything up. He gripped his fists, shifting in his seat. He stood suddenly, snatching his case. Jefferson nodded once to the man behind him, then glanced back at Dylan. He then decided to just leave. He disappeared out the diner door, his shoulders hunched up, his head halfway lowered. Once again the man apologized and Dylan, then wished her a good day before he too left the diner.

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    [align=center]Despite the discomfort she felt in response to this man's mental condition, she also couldn't help but feel a pang of pity towards him. He seemed to desperately want help - and she hoped that one day he did get the help he needed to recover. But it would not be from her. No, she wasn't quite sure how to deal with such a case. And the stranger who had spoken to her seemed to assure her that she shouldn't bother trying to play along with his fantasy. Once again, she would only end up digging her own grave if she even decided to.


    With that in mind, maybe it was a fortunate thing when Jefferson abruptly left without a word. If that was indeed even his name. But even as he exited, his presence seemed to linger as now her thoughts were completely tangled from the strange encounter. He insisted it was dangerous for the people of this town to try and leave, but had that just been some sort of sugar-coated threat to coax her to listen and stay?


    Now distracted, she didn't bother with her tea as she sat alone at the counter. Perhaps this hadn't really been the best idea. She was seeking something new, but she didn't wish to get herself tangled up in something she couldn't handle. Then again, that had been one person in a town full of people. That didn't mean the encounter hadn't left her distracted though, for as though confirming her thoughts Dylan rose from her seat, leaving behind her change on the counter as she did what many seemed to choose to do - that being to get up and leave. Maybe others had done so because they felt a threat she could not, but regardless of the reason, something coaxed her out of that diner. Where she then proceeded to enter her car, and ease her way out of the parking lot to take off down the street.


    She could have stayed, but the air held a certain tension to it now that persuaded her to do otherwise. Besides, now she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she couldn't quite fathom a reason for being here any longer. Maybe she would return to Storybrooke another day - as she had a feeling she would see this place again. But maybe for today just passing through was enough.

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    The diner was oddly silent without Jefferson, but the second the new arrival left, it was even quieter, deathly quiet. The townsfolk didn't seem happy that the crazy coot had scared away the new arrival, as if he did this to all new arrivals, but that couldn't be so, considering everyone was so shocked to see Dylan there. She was new, a rare sight in a small town like this. A small town that seemed to be haunted by something, creating a dense air.


    Jefferson couldn't beileve it, he had blown his one chance, well, he hadn't! That stupid man that came over did. He wasn't crazy! He was the only logical one in this godforsaken town! He gripped his fist as he walked down the street, clutching his case in his other hand. He silently sulked, looking like a kid that was told no by his mother. He almost had her! He almost! He cursed under his breath. Then, he got an idea, a horrific, psychotic idea. Only insane people thought like he did, no, desperate people. And he was VERY desperate.


    It was getting later in the day, and not many people traveled later in the day, especially not down the road that led out of town. Nobody even thought about leaving, it was a crazy idea to them. Why would they leave the only town, the only home they knew? But Jefferson knew there was more out there, such as his daughter. He gripped his case and hurried down the road, going towards the sign that said "Leaving Storybrooke" He stopped there, taking a deep breath. This was crazy, but he was desperate. As he saw the unfamiliar car, he acted as if he was crossing the road. Of course it was directly in front of Dylan.

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    [align=center]Driving down the only road there was to leave this town left Dylan with a feeling of loss. Fortunately she was too distracted by her thoughts to even notice it. Who had that man in the diner really been? What was his story? And most importantly, why had he looked so desperate? He had seemed almost thrilled to see a new face in the diner, someone to hear him out, to help. But the moment the citizens had begun to put him down he had looked like he lost a war. Was he truly insane? Or had he just told his own lie so many times that he was beginning to believe it?


    So many questions had been provoked in such a short amount of time, overwhelming her brain as she subconciously pushed down on the gas. With all these answers yet to be found, she would definitely find her way back here. She just hoped there wouldn't be trouble when she did. Of course, that was something inevitable. Something that found its way to you. But she had't expected she'd find it so soon.


    Gazing distractedly ahead, she almost hadn't noticed the figure who walked out in front of her car in her hazy state. The man seemed to have come out of nowehere, causing her to gasp as she roughly floored the brakes. In an instant the sound of screeching rubber boring against the cement disrupted the silence, followed mercilessly by the blaring horn of Dylans car as she tried frantically to bring it to a stop, causing the car itself to begin to turn as she tried to avoid a man who in the final instant - she recognized as Jefferson.

    The sound of screeching rubber, the blare of a horn, the car lights nearly blinding him, it all could have killed Jefferson, but he was just that desperate. Maybe a part of him even wanted to die, as if he couldn't care less if he did or not. Either way, he did what he did, and it was stupid. As the car came sliding towards him, he looked shocked as he threw himself out of the wal, going rolling down the grass bank on the left side of the road, tumbling down it.


    As Jefferson tumbled, he kept a tight hold of his case that contained his precious hat. All of this would be in vain if he lost his hat. He needed it, or one of them at least. He had a bunch at the house, plenty that he had made, but failed fo make work. None of them were magical! He couldn't do it alone, he had tried for years, now that this new girl was here, he knew she could help. He lay on the ground for a moment before picking himself up, shaking his head slightly, causing his brown hair to ruffle slightly.


    Jefferson stood, slightly wobbly as he did so. He turned his head back towards Dylan, or at least where her car was. He hoped this was a good enough scare for her to at least get out of her car. Maybe, just maybe, this would work. It had to! He didn't want to hurt her, but he wasn't afraid to if it came down to it. Now that he thought longer about his actions, his thoughts, he realized he did sound a little..crazy.

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    [align=center]When her car finally came to a stop, Dylan was hesitant to raise her head which was pressed into the steering wheel. She was gripping it so tightly in that moment that her knuckles had turned white from the force. Coincidentally, they were the same color as her face. The last thing she had seen had been the shocked face of the man she had seen back at the diner, before everything had spiraled into a blur of instinctive action. Now at the end of it, her head was pounding so hard it was threatening to break free from the confinement of her chest, and her entire body had been racked in a series of quivers.


    "Ha...nobody can leave! Bad things happen to those who try.."
    As that voice echoed a thousand times through her mind, Dylan slowly began to raise her head in caution. "Please don't tell me I just killed him." She murmured anxiously, her eyes wide as she gripped the wheel and leaned forward. Fortunately, she could see nothing on the path ahead of her. But this didn't stop her from hastily un-buckling herself only to throw open the door to her car and hurry out. She wasn't about to just drive away from this. In fact, she was already trying to tug her phone out of her pocket as she raced to the front of the vehicle, read to call an ambulance only to find that thee was no one there.


    This caused her frantically wide brown eyes to sweep across her surroundings, searching desperately for the man. It took time, but eventually, her gaze caught him standing a little unsteadily at the bottom of the bank. The mere sight caused her to freeze up, only for relief to then flood through her body. "J-jefferson?" She stated, her voice strong yet worried as she had obviously been shaken up by the whole ordeal. "I-I'm so sorry - I was distracted and I didn't see you crossing and-" As she began her ramble she hurried forward to the side of the bank, biting back a curse as reached the edge. Who in there right mind even walked out in front of a car? Then again, from what she had been told - Jefferson might not even be in his right mind. "Please tell me you're alright. Did I hurt you?" She asked, her phone still trapped in her grasp as she was planning to dial the phone for help at the next given moment.

    As he heard the car door open, Jefferson could feel his heart give a leap. It had worked! It had really worked! To be honest, he hadn't expected it to, but here they were. Now it was time to continue to plan, kick it up a notch. He clutched his hat case in one hand still, dusting it off with the other. He didn't bother dusting himself off, he just focused on that precious hat of his. It was as if that hat mattered more than his own life. Which obviously, he didn't take such good care of anyways.


    Jefferson lifted his head when he heard her, she actually sounded worried. It made his heart flutter at her compassion. He lifted his hand dissmissivly as she began apologizing "No no..I should have looked before I crossed.." He informed, reassuring Dylan that it was HIS fault and not hers. He straightened and moved forward "I'm fine.." Yet even as he spoke, he stumbled slightly, limping on his leg. It looked like his ankle had been sprained in the process of leaping out of the way and tumbling down the bank. Nothing to call an ambulance over, but definitely something that kept him from getting home, considering he had no car, but he still insisted he was fine, even when he almost took a tumble. He hoped this show was working.


    OOC: Slightly rushed, sorry

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    [align=center]As Jefferson spoke she was relieved to see that he didn't seemed to have sustained any terrible injuries. It had been a very close call. Really, had it not been for his quick reflexes she didn't even want to think about what sort of condition he would be in right now. But one this was certain, and that was that he was right. He really should have watched where he was going. "What are you even doing out here!? You could have gotten yourself-" In the middle of her rather abrupt, panic-induced scolding, she watched Jefferson only to realize he really was injured as he hobbled forward.


    She had to admit, she felt terrible for being the cause of his injuries. But whether it had been her or someone else, her next actions would have been the same. Cramming her phone back into the pocket of he jeans Dylan moved to the very end of the bank only to cautiously begin to hurry down. "Jefferson you're hurt - hold on." She murmured as she picked her way down, moving quickly while trying not to catch herself on anything and tumble. Once she reached the base, standing closer to Jefferson, she extended her hand to him. "Here. I'll help you back up and then I can drive you home." She normally would have asked if such a thing was even alright, but in that moment she didn't really care. He was hurt, and she wasn't about to leave him out here like that.


    (( It's fine~ ))