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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 12:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 12:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 8:47 pm
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The Bailey Family...
Logan///////////////Claire//////////////////Emma//////// Store Manager//////Mother & Wife////Seven Years Old//
Location: Home
Claire had picked up Emma only a little while ago from school, and was now in the kitchen like always getting dinner ready for when her husband came home. On the other side of the room only a small distance away Emma had found a small collection of her stuffed animals and lined them on the couch before taking her story book and sitting in the middle. She was reading yet another book that was all about some made up magical world. Smiling as she watched Claire went back to what she was doing. As far as she saw it her daughter could do her homework, if any later.
It wasn’t long before Logan came home. Putting his keys on the counter he gave a small smile to his wife before looking to his daughter. “Daddy!” Emma called out happily. “Hello pumpkin.” He said putting his briefcase next to the couch. “What did you do today?” he asked her. “We wrote our own stories in class today. Mine was about a fairy that sprinkled her magic dust on a little girl and she was given magic powers.” She explained. “M we talked about this.” Logan began before Emma continued. “I know but wouldn’t it be great if we really could fly or make animals talk?” The girl’s father had tried everything to get her to believe that magic wasn’t real but still she persisted. The young girl talked as if this stuff would really happen.
“It’s not logical for human beings to fly or animals to talk in anything other than barking, hissing, or any other kind of animal noise.” Logan told his daughter trying to remain composed. Claire could tell he was having a tough time with it. He was tired and he was having one of those discussions so she knew where this was going to go. Being the quiet one in the family Claire couldn’t bring herself to speak up. “I was only saying…” Emma started to say before being cut off by her father. “I don’t want to hear it Emma. Magic does not exist.” He told her clearly frustrated.
Emma stared at her father with angry eyes before grabbing her bunny and sliding off the couch. “It’s not fair, you never listen to me.” She said walking toward her room. “It’s not that I don’t listen, it’s just you need to stop believing in something that doesn’t exist.” Logan tried to tell her. Emma stopped and turned around to face her father. “It does so exist, why would people write about it if it didn’t?” Emma retorted. “Emma Bailey that’s enough. It’s a fantasy, nothing about it is real. You talk about magic as if it’s right here in this room and I assure you it’s not.” He told her looking to his wife to back him up, like always that didn’t happen.
Claire just wanted as the two yelled at each other. She wished she could get them to stop but nothing she could say would help the situation. “Yes it is! Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t real!” Emma shouted and as she did there was a spark and then Logan’s jacket caught fire.
Stats'
Logan: Tired... Freaked out! Claire: Happy... Worried/Panicked... Emma: Happy... Upset...
Who we're with: Each other OOC: ---
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 10:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 11:31 pm
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The Bailey Family...
Logan///////////////Claire//////////////////Emma//////// Store Manager//////Mother & Wife/////////Hufflepuff/////
Location: Home
Emma was nervous… very nervous. She hadn’t seen her father since… since she was seven and set his sleeve on fire. Honestly the twelve year old had no idea what to expect. Why he wanted to see her was anyone’s guess and truthfully she didn’t want to be there. This apartment wasn’t her home. Her home was with her uncle. That’s how she saw it. Overhearing that her uncle wouldn’t be far in the event he was needed she knew it was mostly for safety reasons. Though Emma was aware that her father was more afraid of her then they were of him. She was the dangerous one and she knew it too.
Going up the old familiar steps and up to that all too familiar door, Emma took a breath. “You ready…?” Her mother asked. “Yeah… as ready as I’ll ever be.” She told her. “Alright, just be yourself M.” Claire told her nervously. “I always am…” she muttered as her mother opened the door and let her in. Walking into the apartment, Emma remembered it all too well. Nothing had changed. Not the furnishing or the paint on the walls. She recalled where she was standing when everything happened… right by the fridge, next to the island where her father always put his keys.
Sure enough they were there. Heading for the adjoining living room there was her father on the couch. “Emma.” Logan spoke his voice shaky. She could tell it was fear, just by the way he said it. “Father…” Emma replied back a bit more monotone then she wanted to be. “You’ve gotten big.” He commented as almost sounding like he was in shock. “Yeah, that happens when you haven’t seen me in five years.” Emma commented right back, a hint of irritation in her voice at that. “Look… I’m sorry Emma. The way I acted wasn’t right… I should never have done that…” He told her looking from her to his wife. Claire was just watching the exchange between the two. This wasn’t for her to sort out.
“It took you five years to figure that out?” Emma asked more or less rhetorically. “It’s not like that… I didn’t know…” Logan fell silent. “You didn’t know mum was still in contact with me.” She finished his sentence for him. The truth was she was right, he didn’t know. “Is that the only reason you wanted to see me… to apologize?” Emma asked him getting straight to the actual point. “No, that’s not the only reason.” He told her before gesturing for Claire to join him. Without a word Claire took a seat on the couch beside him as he continued. “Your mother and I would like for you to come live with us again.”
“No! I live with Uncle Landon now.” Emma retorted rather suddenly. There was no way she was moving back in. “Now Emma listen for a second.” Claire chimed in. “No!” she repeated as if it didn’t sink in the first time. “Sweet heart, we aren’t asking for full time... just a couple of weeks here and there during the summer.” She told her. Emma didn’t want to… she just didn’t. This wasn’t fair… “Please, Emma. I’d like to try and make things right.” Logan asked almost pleading. It made Emma wonder if it was for her or for him, like he had a hidden motive he wasn’t saying. “Can I think on it…?” She asked quietly.
“Yes of course.”
“Of course you can.”
Both of Claire and Logan seemed to be in agreement. Only problem was Emma wanted no part in it.
Stats'
Logan: Let's see how this goes. Claire: Worried / Nervous... Emma: Nervous... I have to think about this...
Who we're with: Each other... OOC: ---
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 9:03 pm
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