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Post by Emma Swan on Nov 15, 2014 14:20:21 GMT -5
Finally they had been able to capture the Snow Queen and brought her to the station. This would be the moment where Emma is going to get some answers to things. It would be done with the guessing and straight to the facts.
Emma opened the door that gave entrance to the interrogation room with one swift motion. “Hi Queeny, time to talk” she closed the door behind her and made her way to the other side of the room where she came to an halt opposite of the Snow Queen, her arms crossing themselves in front of her chest. “You do know that what you are trying to do is not going to work right?” Emma said as her eyes narrowed for a moment and she took a seat at the chair that was at the opposite side of the desk where the Snow Queen was sitting. “I know that you want to turn me to the dark side and want me to be your sister-buddy something… but it’s not going to happen.”
Emma normally started her interrogations in a less direct way, but this time she wanted to know the answer so badly that she couldn’t wait. She needed to know everything about the intentions of this Snow Queen and why she wanted her to be ‘family’.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 17:17:30 GMT -5
She fingered the flimsy little shackles that were supposed to “strip” her “powers” from her as she waited for Emma, the sheriff to come and “interrogate” her. The moment that Gemma realized that Emma was here, she knew that she had to talk to the girl; however that had not gone well. She had been upset with her, and Gemma realized that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted with the girl; so she had had her memories stripped from her.
Gemma smirked to herself as she watched the doorknob, pleased at herself for cooking up this scheme. The others had thought that they had captured her, and that she would give up so easily, but no. For her plan to work, she had to show Emma that these people would turn from her; and to do that, she had to get Emma to use her powers; for them to go haywire. Only then will Emma agree to become her little family; like they had been all those years ago.
“Hi Queeny, time to talk” she leaned forward, and crossed her shackled hands together, as if Emma was the most interesting person in the room; which, in her mind, she was at this moment. Ooh. she said, sounding impressed that Emma had a backbone. “You do know that what you are trying to do is not going to work right?” Gemma sighed, and leaned forward once more, making sure her eyes were on Emma’s. And what exactly do you think I’m doing Emma? Sighing, she leaned back in her seat, and rubbed her temple in thought.
“I know that you want to turn me to the dark side and want me to be your sister-buddy something… but it’s not going to happen.” Her eyes having been shut for a moment to think, Gemma snapped them opened, giving Emma a perplexed look. Dark side? I don’t know what you’ve heard, but trying to reconnect my family isn’t evil Emma. She leaned in and frowned. Don’t you see what these people are trying to do to you? Emma, they don’t understand; you and they never will. Not the way that I and Elsa do.
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Post by Emma Swan on Nov 25, 2014 16:03:57 GMT -5
Emma leaned a bit forward herself when the Snow Queen called her family. “I’m not your family. I do know that you and me are probably having a past as you have been my foster parent for a little while and I get that… but we aren’t family. I have a family already.
What we had is something that I’m going to get to later on, but first I want to have some answers.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest as she leaned back against the back of the chair.
“Why are you keeping all the things that I’ve made hidden inside that ice cream truck of yours? Why is it that important to you for me being family?” It was the remark of her family not understanding her that made Emma’s eyes narrow. “My family isn’t trying to do anything. They know me and they love me. What makes you think that they don’t understand me and you do? I’ve only been with you for like what… 6 months? That isn’t equal to being family Queenie.”
Emma let out a sigh and pushed herself back on her feet. She was getting slightly irritated by how calm this Snow Queen seemed to be stay. All of this was looking way too easy…
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 13:02:41 GMT -5
Gemma watched the woman calmly as Emma Swan seemed to get herself worked up. Her lips twitching somewhat, but not enough to anger the woman any more than she was; she realized that her plan was still working; even if it was a slow process. Still leaning in; giving Emma that concerned look; she waited for the woman to speak. To say something. “I’m not your family. I do know that you and me are probably having a past as you have been my foster parent for a little while and I get that… but we aren’t family. I have a family already. Gemma sighed, and lowered her eyes for a moment, before resting them on Emma’s eyes once more. What we had is something that I’m going to get to later on, but first I want to have some answers.” Gemma arched an eyebrow at that. You seem to have all the answers. And you stopped me. So, why do my plans matter? It's not like I can do anything. she said in a biting tone; as she lifted her shackled hands to make her point.
“Why are you keeping all the things that I’ve made hidden inside that ice cream truck of yours? Why is it that important to you for me being family?” Gemma ignored the questions and looked towards the woman’s hand, nodding her head towards it. You should get that looked at dear. she muttered, before the woman seemed to take in her last words. “My family isn’t trying to do anything. They know me and they love me. What makes you think that they don’t understand me and you do? I’ve only been with you for like what… 6 months? That isn’t equal to being family Queenie.”
Gemma looked in Emma’s eyes once more; and crossed her fingers; as she drew herself up in a better sitting position. Because Emma, Family isn't about blood. It is a bond far stronger than mere genetics. You see, Elsa and I are your real family because we are the only ones like you. We have powers that no one understands; and we belong together. The family that you think you have They may love you, but they also fear you. |
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Post by Emma Swan on Dec 2, 2014 14:43:07 GMT -5
“Yeah well, maybe you are cuffed now and not able to move that much, it doesn’t mean that your mind isn’t working. I know you have a plan Snow Queen and I want to know what it is. Even if it’s going to take me a whole day and night to find it out, you are going to bear with me and tell me everything you have planned.”
It became clear rather quickly that this Snow Queen wasn’t really planning on cooperating as she should. The first question of the interrogation towards some answers was getting ignored by instant and Emma had to hold in a small sigh of frustration and slowly starting to come up irritation.
“Oh so now you want to play it nicely?” Emma lift up one of her eyebrows when the Snow Queen mentioned to let herself looked at.
“My family isn’t fearing me, they love me. They will always do. There is no reason to fear me, I maybe have magic but I am not using it for the wrong causes. You on the other hand seem to enjoy on using it for your own likes. Look, you don’t know me nor my family and there is no way that I’m going to be a part of yours.”
Emma was getting sick of this interrogation. It was the first time at all the interrogations she ever did in the past that her own feelings were starting to get affected in a subtle way. The first time that it felt as if the suspect was able to push her buttons although Emma kept denying that to herself.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2014 21:04:01 GMT -5
“Yeah well, maybe you are cuffed now and not able to move that much, it doesn’t mean that your mind isn’t working. I know you have a plan Snow Queen and I want to know what it is. Even if it’s going to take me a whole day and night to find it out, you are going to bear with me and tell me everything you have planned.” Gemma remained seated in her position; that concerned look still on her face as the woman continued asking questions. You already claim to know what I have planned, Emma. You said so yourself. What more do you want from me? She gave Emma Swan an exasperated look. She wished that Emma was young again. Back then, the girl had loved her; and she had been impressionable. True, she had probably move too fast and blew any chances she had with Emma, but she was going to get her sisters back. “Oh so now you want to play it nicely?” She gave Emma a complex look. What? I’ve always wanted to play nice. You guys are the one unceremoniously attacking me with no reason. I haven’t done a thing to warrant such actions. She spoke, giving Emma a reprimanded look. “My family isn’t fearing me, they love me. They will always do. There is no reason to fear me, I maybe have magic but I am not using it for the wrong causes. You on the other hand seem to enjoy on using it for your own likes. Look, you don’t know me nor my family and there is no way that I’m going to be a part of yours.” Gemma sighed once more, and leaned towards Emma, her words coming out smoothly. Oh, but you will. You and Elsa both. She leaned back once more, smirking in triumph as she did so. You see, at the end of the day, you'll understand that everything that I've been saying is true. And then her smile widened. You’ll do the last thing in the world you'd think possible right now. |
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Post by Emma Swan on Jan 9, 2015 16:52:23 GMT -5
“I want you to stop with everything you are doing and just realize that I’m not going to be a part of your family. Why are you keeping all these things from me? It’s crazy.” Emma’s voice slightly started to raise. All of this was starting to affect her more by each second that went by.
This woman seemed to stay so relaxed and non-caring about the whole thing. Way too relaxed to Emma’s liking. It was that bloody self-esteem of that woman.
Emma listened carefully to every word that the woman in front of her spoke before she narrowed her eyes as she could feel the anger inside her body raise, making her heartbeat fasten and a slightly warm feeling appear at the palms of her hands. “Oh really? And what’s that?”
She was curious on what this woman was going to give as an answer to what Emma would do at the end of the day. For one thing she was sure, she was not going to be right. She didn’t know her and she never would.
Emma wasn’t the same person anymore as when she was in the foster system. Besides, this woman probably wasn’t important for Emma back then as she didn’t remember anything of her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 20:18:14 GMT -5
“I want you to stop with everything you are doing and just realize that I’m not going to be a part of your family. Why are you keeping all these things from me? It’s crazy.” Gemma continued giving Emma Swan a calculating look; as if thinking about her questions thoroughly. I am not doing anything as of this moment dear. I’m merely sitting here … having a lovely chat with you. She smiled at Emma, crossing her hands together as she did so; watching as the Sherriff got more and more angry. If she continued down this route, Emma would soon find out just how supportive her family were supposedly. “Oh really? And what’s that?” Gemma merely shrugged, and leaned back in her chair.
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Post by Emma Swan on Feb 1, 2015 14:07:50 GMT -5
Setting her free…. Yeah right, as if that’s going to happen.
“Look lady, you’re definitely playing a game and I’m going to find out which one but I do know that what you just said is definitely not one of the possibilities. Why should I let you free? By you telling me that you aren’t doing anything?” Emma gave the woman that was opposite her a look with narrowed eyes. She had seen a lot of people that were guilty in her life before, but this so called Snow Queen was definitely number one on her list of most mental diseased people.
One thing was for sure, she was getting under Emma’s skin. Something that not many people have succeed at already. Why? Emma had no idea, but she could feel some kind of warmth forming right under her skin towards the palms of her hands.
“I’m impressed by your way of thinking Snow Queen. It’s very hopeful. Keep that up and it might make you end up in a jail cell without hand cuffs around your wrists for the night.” Emma moved closer to the woman while her arms crossed in front of her chest, giving her a studying look. “Why is it that you are so obsessed with the relation I have with my parents?”
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