So is she human, or a hammer? But, if being sociable means Cruella will find an answer, she will happily oblige.
"Hello darling! What brings you to town?"
Last night was one to remember;
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Staring blankly toward the flame as it engulfed the library. Nobody was inside, but no matter. It was thrilling non-the-less.
Her eyes reflecting the bright orange, she nonchalantly lit a cigarette.
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Now it's time to wake up.
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With a sinister glint in her eye, Cruella threw the molotov cocktail as far as she could into, from what she could hear, a crowd gathered at the local library.
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DeVil had returned to Storybrooke with a new outlook on life. She was going to 'brush up her act' and 'make a difference' in the world.
Or... That is what she'd like you to believe.
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An innocent request - if this was an innocent scenario - but, looking closer at the bottle, from its neck was a rag.
"Oh..." She removed a lighter: "... NO MATTER!" She lit the rag: "I SEEM TO HAVE FOUND ONE"
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Impersonating the one woman who DeVil despised . . . fetching.
"Well, whomever or whatever you are, you seem invested in my observation of the Queen"
A brow raised: "What's your relationship with her exactly?"
Strong enough for a man but made for a woman.
Wait, no.
That's Secret's line.
I'm just a sword impersonating a girl, trying to save the world. Don't look at me, it wasn't my idea.
@QueenOfApples_ Cradling the small item, Cruella presented it with the brightest, and hopefully not disturbing, smile: "Congratulations"
What was one to say in such an instance? Happy Baby Shower?... Didn't sound right.
Gift in hand, Cruella stepped up to @QueenOfApples_ front door. Ringing the doorbell, she patiently waited. A few seconds passed...
"She's going to kill me"
A mumble, as she checked her watch. She forgot about her baby shower.
Cruella sighed at Regina's quick judgement: "Darling, calm down. I know your hormones are askew, but I thought /you/ would be the last to judge a book by its cover"
"Mutts. . .?!" How offensive: "No darling, the dogs that people are fearful to even touch" Her gaze averted to the sky: "Alsatians, Dobermann, German Shepard..." A pause: "Dalmatian"