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xerulean

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Forum: Havens Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:21 am Subject: Lost and Found (Taquin and Emerson Entrance)

She was tired. Oh so tired. All she wanted to do was sleep.

Did she yawn? Emerson wasn't sure. -Could- they yawn? Sure, Kindred could, if they wanted to, but it was fake. Fake yawning, to fit in with their fake little world, and be fakers.

Fake, fake, fake.

Emerson repeated the word in her mind one hundred times, until it lost its meaning, until it became a sound and nothing more.

Her thin lips moved, she was whispering the word. Fake, fake. Bad habit, bad.
Stop that.

Smiling sheepishly at Taquin, sitting so close to her, and yet still so distant, Emerson took his hand. Almost took it. Her hand stopped, inches above his. Fingers wiggling slightly, before
she retrieves her Blackberry (Storm, baby yeah).

Checks the signal.
Needs the signal. Her Blood needed it. Her sense of belonging was tied to it, tied to needing the electronic contact. Her Sire had needed the web of family. The connection of familial ties. She needed their electronic cousin.

So when she had gone ten months with only contact from Miguel after he left her in Toronto, and then one night gotten a phone call from Taquin? A phone call in which he sounded genuinely ... scared?

She did what she was asked by him. By Taquin. She dropped everything for him, and made her way to Phoenix to rendezvous with him.

She took him back, all because he asked her to.

And now she was tired and all she wanted to do was sleep. There were nights when she didn't wake up. Didn't force the blood, the vitae through her system. Didn't want to face the world, another night. Taquin knew it, understood it. Understood why. And she felt safe, with him looking over her - because while she sometimes slept for days and nights on end, Taquin could be an insomniac, and turn his nose up at the day sleep. Stay awake through the sun's hours.

And watch over her. It was still hard for her, still an adjustment, this life, this danse she thought she'd wanted.

But he was determined to help her. Help her adjust, help her cope.

And every once in a while, there were glimpses that she helped him, too. That maybe he needed her as much as she wasn't willing to admit she needed him.

So here they were - in Sacremento. They'd help each other heal. Help each other remember what they'd forgotten.

xerulean

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Forum: Memories of a Time Long Past Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:55 pm Subject: St. Louis (2006)

Emerson sat back from the laptop, pinching the bridge of her nose and fighting back the massive migraine that was building behind her eyes.

Who had ever imagined that one could think -too- much.

She pushed her chair back and rose to her feet, pacing a little in her room before taking to her hands, kicking her legs up into the air and balancing tentatively there for a few seconds before tumbling to the group in a rather ungraceful heap.

Immediately her eyes went to the door, wondering if Meister Moretti heard the commotion. Untangling her legs from themselves she rose to her feet, brushing the nonexistant dirt off her jeans.

Stretching her arms over her head, she popped muscles in her back before trying again, taking to her hands, legs flailing just for a minute over her head before she found her balance..

.. and promptly fell to the floor again, twisting her arm awkwardly.

"Ow." she breathed, wincing and cradling her arm against the sharp pain that ran up and down it.

She frowned, glancing at the laptop.

It was good to get out last night, and find company at The Walls. Even if she had walked in on discussion of her Sister. Word was seeping, spreading. She supposed it would be announced on Thursday, at the Mekhet meeting, where surely Veruca would be there to be presented to the Family.

On Justin's arm, no doubt.

Still sitting on the floor, legs crossed underneath her, Emerson took a shallow, haggard breath, the air suddenly feeling heavy. Invasive. She looked at her dislocated arm for a long time in silence.

Inch by inch, the index and middle nails of her right hand raked its way up her left arm, from wrist to elbow, leaving raised red welts in their wake.

One more go over, and the tracks began to split in protest, a warmth flooding through the limb as the skin was irritated with the minor wounds dealt. Over and over again, her nails tread across her forearm, tearing into the flesh until blood began to seap out, embedded under her nails.

Droplets of red-tinged water hit her arm, cold against the flush of pain.

She hadn't noticed she'd been crying, and it was the shock she needed to get herself to stop.

Emerson moved back to her desk, chewing her lower lip thoughtfully as she rattled off a brief text message to Justin, crimson spheres of vitae dripping onto the keyboard.

"I need you" quickly became "I need to talk to you."

Send.

xerulean

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Forum: Requiem Character Descriptions Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:06 pm Subject: Emerson Adams

Name: Charlotte Emerson Adams, M.E.
Clan, Bloodline: Mekhet (Lynx)
Covenant, Title: Invictus, Commissioner
Apparent Age: 28

No Taint, Striking Looks 2 (California bookworm)

Blonde. Modern hair cut. Average build and height. Apparent age-Late 20's. She tends to dress in dark non-descript clothes -- jeans and fitted tees or sweaters. Canvas sneakers. Leather racing jacket. When she does wear colour, it usually is bright and has a Hawaiian flare.
Around her neck hangs a small pendant shaped like a spider's web. The body of the spider is carved from an indigo stone.

“With sight comes understanding, with understanding comes sadness.”

Emerson is originally from Los Angeles, CA. Mekhet characters who hail from there may have known her regnant, Nina Maris, and her ability to "clean up" messy Masquerade breaches, or safely transport injured Kindred from fight scenes in ambulances, or provide a temporary haven for Kindred in the morgue, or a small supply of blood from the bank. What isn't widely known was it was her ghouled coroner, whom she affectionately called "Charlie" who did all the dirty work: assuring burnt-out graveyard shift workers in the medical and police fields that they didn't actually see some guy beat another with his own severed arm, flip over that car across the parking lot like it were nothing, or that girl with her throat ripped out didn't get up and walk away.

Notable Stories
Lost and found: http://twilightvalley.forumarena.com/twilightvalley-thread1960.html
Out and About: http://twilightvalley.forumarena.com/twilightvalley-thread1968.html

xerulean

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Forum: General OOC Chat Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 4:03 pm Subject: New WW Forums

OOOooo.

I'm LETHE, over there.

xerulean

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Forum: General OOC Chat Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 8:21 pm Subject: My lack of posting

tsk tsk, Player of the Month Wink

(kidding!)

xerulean

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Forum: OOC Vampire Discussion Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 12:37 am Subject: do you WANT STATUS?

Dredloke wrote:

And its not anyones fault....I once tried to give Gangrel Status to a Mekhet

heheheheheheheh. i know who yer talking about...

xerulean

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Forum: General OOC Chat Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:27 pm Subject: Saying Hi

Lady Frost wrote:

Hey! Glad to have you, which venue are you interested in?

I'll be playing Vampire.
Just putting the final touches on my char's history before I ship her over to Dred Smile

xerulean

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Forum: General OOC Chat Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:18 pm Subject: Saying Hi

Got shown this site by Kelly while she was bragging about a fun scene Smile

So i stalked her on' over here, and well ... Hi! (because i'm nerdy like that)

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