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Post by Emma Swan on Jan 9, 2015 17:09:50 GMT -5
“Well, It seems that we are going to be neighbors then” Emma gave the girl a small smile, not knowing if that was a good or bad thing. The girl seemed to give a very helpful and positive first impression, but those could easily change into the complete opposite once you were getting to know them better.
If there was one thing that Emma had learned during all these years and happenings in the past, then it was to never trust someone completely. It would only cause pain, disappointment and sadness.
Emma looked down to Henry who was holding one of the boxes. “He’s supposed to be doing that tomorrow afternoon. So until then I’m afraid we will have to place our stuff down on the ground. But at least that’s better than just keeping everything in this movers truck.”
The familiar sound of an elevator arriving at the same floor as you echoed through the hall way and the three of them entered after the doors had opened and welcomed them to step inside.
After trying to get the keys of the apartment out of her pocket while holding one of the boxes, they finally were able to enter the building.
Emma had been inside a few times already and knew directly where to walk to in order to enter the kitchen. “You can place your box down on the counter Henry… Casey was it right? What would you like to drink? I only have things to make hot cocoa and some soda’s but that’s about it. It’s what I have left from my other place and I still have to do some grocery shopping. So…. What would you like?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2015 5:47:21 GMT -5
Placing the box on the counter with a thud Henry only paused for second listening to both women before heading back down with truck. He didn't want to leave their belongs alone for to long.
So the new furniture wouldn't be there till tomorrow that would be fine. He thought as walked back out to the hall way hitting the elevator button waiting for the ding of it.
Shoving his hands into his jeans pockets rocking back forth on the balls of his heels of his feet. The teen wasn't blind to the flirting that Walsh guy was doing with mom. Even if she didn't give him two blinks. Now that Casey person seemed interesting wondering if she would like to stay for dinner. There was something painfully familiar about her just couldn't put his finger on it. The ding and doors opening up made the boy jump out of being startled walking onto the elevator but for now he would have to get their stuff moved in.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 23:23:58 GMT -5
“Well, It seems that we are going to be neighbors then” Casey kept the smile on her face. It seemed that God, or Fate, or whoever was at work had intervened once more. Not only was Casey in the same building as Henry and his mother; but it seemed that they were to be neighbors. She shrugged nonchalantly, and blew a strand of hair that was in her eyes. I guess so.
“He’s supposed to be doing that tomorrow afternoon. So until then I’m afraid we will have to place our stuff down on the ground. But at least that’s better than just keeping everything in this movers truck.” She listened as mother and son conversed about whatever it was that they had to discuss; and turned the rest of what they were saying out. She was going to offer Emma Swan, to hold the box, but Emma had already gotten her door opened by that time; so she just mentally shrugged, and stood there; feeling bot awkward and nervous at the same time. It wasn’t every day you ran into someone you knew months ago; only for them to not remember anything about her; or Storybrooke. Casey briefly wondered whether or not she should have allowed Regina to remove her memories of Storybrooke as well. It sure would have been a lot easier than dealing with these mixed emotions. Then again, she probably wouldn’t be going to NYU or any college; and she’d still be stuck in high school. And if she had come to New York; there was no telling whether her emotions would have gotten the best of her; and she’d most likely have her way with @henry; or some other unsuspecting teen. Casey blinked; and literally shuddered; trying to rid herself of such thoughts. She had her memories. She knew these people, and there was no way in the universe she would ever take advantage of Henry; or anyone for that matter. Emma had been inside a few times already and knew directly where to walk to in order to enter the kitchen. She noticed that Henry had disappeared; and felt slightly more nervous that she had been left alone in the room; with an adult. Casey knew that she could trust Emma. Even without her memories; she was still a lovely woman; if not a bit quick to flee at the slightest danger. Now that they had to get to know one another once more; Casey had that feeling inside that Emma would be like most adults. Quick to judge. Casey didn't want another incident; where she attacked Emma, even if it was self defense; though she realized now that she had nothing to defend herself against. She covered her mouth; to cover a snort; which thankfully she turned into a cough as that particular memory came up. Casey was it right? Casey nodded; to confirm; trying to keep calm; so as to not give Emma the wrong impression. What would you like to drink? I only have things to make hot cocoa and some soda’s but that’s about it. It’s what I have left from my other place and I still have to do some grocery shopping. So…. What would you like?”
Casey smiled at Emma once more feeling more at east; thinking that she may as well ease her way back into Emma and Henry’s life. There was no need to fear Emma. She won’t tell them about their past life or anything. Hell, they’d put her in a loony bin if she did so; but at least she could get to know them again; and maybe they could trust her. Hot chocolate is fine ma’am. Casey hopped over to the counter, and leaned against it; locking her fingers together. I know this may sound strange; but I’ve been told cinnamon and whipped cream make hot chocolate taste amazing/ |
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Post by Emma Swan on Feb 1, 2015 15:05:50 GMT -5
Emma gave the girl a nod and took out the bottle of milk and one of the little pots that were already inside one of the cupboards at her new apartment. It was what the girl said next that kept Emma from starting to pour the milk into the little pot that got placed on one of the fires.
“Yes…” Emma frowned. “… yes it does that.” The frown on her face changed into a smile before she continued to prepare the hot cocoa. “You know, It’s weird that you say that cause Henry and I love it. We always do it on top of our hot cocoa. We even dare to put another pile of whipped cream on top of the first layer.” Emma stirred through the milk which had started to boil and mix with the added chocolate. “I’m making enough of it, Henry is probably going to drink it as well. Would you mind to go and see where he’s at? Tell him that some hot cocoa is waiting for him with extra whipped cream and cinnamon.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 9:27:27 GMT -5
Pushing the dolly fully loaded boxes through the open door. Ears perking up at the word hot cocoa . Ahh yes , grinning like an idiot , that would hit the spot. make mined I double with extra whip topping please.
Resting the dolly henry rolled up his sleeves walking back toward the two ladies hey mom do you think we could order a pizza ? I'm starving and before I forget which box has my Xbox in it? looking at Emma she had said should would but he hadn't seen the Xbox package at all.
hey Casey you want to stay for dinner? I mean if you want to shoving his hands into pockets looking form Casey to his mother mouthing the words ask her to .
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2015 17:23:09 GMT -5
Casey stood there; leaning against the counter as she watched Emma Swan move around the kitchen; in preparations for making hot cocoa. As she watched the woman work; Casey couldn’t help but notice that Emma seemed a lot surer of herself than she did back in Storybrooke. .Sure, Casey could sense that Emma still had trust issues; but that was to be expected; seeing as Emma now believed that not only was she abandoned by her parents; but by @henry’s father as well; or at least that’s what she thought. After all, Casey wasn’t entirely sure what went into a memory charm. Casey’s heart plunged at the thought that Emma and Henry believed that Neal would abandoned them without any regret. Shaking her head; Casey had to wonder when she got so emotional. Not even a year ago; Casey would have blanched at the thought of caring for anyone but her parents and herself. Now, she was worried about Henry, Emma, and those that disappeared that night. “Yes…” Casey snapped out of her thoughts and looked up as Emma’s frown turned into a smile. Casey tensed for a moment; wondering if she had said the wrong thing; but shrugged it off as Emma just concentrating on what she was currently working on. “…yes it does that.” Casey smiled; her eyes full of emotions as she shrugged. Well, I’m glad I’m not crazy. Casey let out a nervous chuckle, and sighed, as she pushed her arms away from the counter; her back starting to cramp up from leaning. “You know, It’s weird that you say that cause Henry and I love it. We always do it on top of our hot cocoa. We even dare to put another pile of whipped cream on top of the first layer." Casey’s eyes widened at that. Oh really? Well, I can’t be surprised. I mean, things like that were kind of common where I stayed. Boston was notorious for their different types of hot cocoa. Casey tapped her chin with a finger. Actually, I’ve seen people put weirder things than cinnamon in them. Casey shook her head; clearly amused at what people would go through to satisfy their sweetness urges. “I’m making enough of it, Henry is probably going to drink it as well. Would you mind to go and see where he’s at? Tell him that some hot cocoa is waiting for him with extra whipped cream and cinnamon." Casey stood up straight and saluted Emma. Aye aye Cap’n. She turned to come face to face with the boy in question. Oh, hello I was just coming to get you. Casey smiled nervously and walked over to the boy as he walked through the door. Ahh yes Casey smiled amused at the boy’s happiness over the stuff. That would hit the spot. make mind a double with extra whip topping please.Once again feeling that nervous feeling in the gut of her stomach, Casey allowed mother and son to talk; as she looked around the place. It was pretty much set up like hers; except flipped; and Casey only had one room and a bathroom. do you think we could order a pizza? I’m starving and before I forget which box has my Xbox in it? Casey coughed, to hide a snort. No matter who Henry thought he was; the boy would never change when it came to his Xbox. Though she knew it was wishful thinking, Casey only hoped that his eagerness to solve mysteries and ability to spot anything different wouldn’t be present. Not that she wanted Henry to be dumb; but she wanted to avoid questions that would attract questions to herself. That mean Casey couldn’t act too familiar around them. She would have to pretend that everything she learned about them was new; though Casey was bound to be surprised what she could learn from them. hey Casey Casey’s head snapped up and her eyes rested on his; and smiled. you want to stay for dinner? I mean if you want to. Casey’s smile widened. I’d love to. Casey’s eyes traveled to Emma. I mean, if your mother doesn’t mind that is. I could always pitch in for the pizza. Casey nodded, not wanting to be a free loader. Though I must warn you, and it’s not as bad as it used to be, but I am sensitive to sugar or anything sweet related. So, take that however you wish. Casey shoved her hands into her pockets; before turning to Henry. Do you need help finding the Xbox or the glasses for the drinks? |
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Post by Emma Swan on Feb 13, 2015 17:27:44 GMT -5
“So you’re from Boston?” It was curious on how people told more about their life without them actually realizing it. That was the trick for when you wanted to know more about people. Ask a random question or just start about the most random things and before you know it the person in front of you has said a lot more about himself than he wants.
“What brings you here to New York? I mean, it’s a complete different thing to be living here right?” Emma had finished the hot cocoa and poured it into three mugs. All of them were different from each other as identical looking dishes were way too expensive.
Every time Emma saw a mug she liked she bought it, it didn’t matter if they were matching each other or not. They were for drinking, not for displaying behind a glass counter.
Emma looked up when she heard Henry’s voice back inside of the apartment. “There you are. I was about to send Casey after you to see where you were. The hot cocoa is ready. Drink before it gets cold.” Emma ran through the whipped cream topping with one of her fingers and licked it off, attempting not to burn herself at the hot liquid. This tasted perfectly.
Emma was about to tell Henry she was going to cook something or at least try when he’d already invited Casey to have dinner with them. It had no use on trying to give her son a disapproval look as he easily seemed to avoid that.
“No Henry, I don’t know in which box your Xbox is. You’d better help me unpack stuff instead of trying to find that first.” Emma placed the mug filled with hot cocoa down and made her way towards her cellphone which was at the table. “Okay, fine, here call the pizza service. You know what I want…” she picked the device up from the table and reached it out to her son.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 7:13:26 GMT -5
Walking over to the counter picking up his hot cocoa bring the mug up to his lips blowing off the steam. Eyes darting between being locked with Emma and side glancing at Casey. He hoped his mom would get the hint and let the teen stay for dinner. Taking a sip enjoying the chocolate goodness. Mmm nope it didn't get any better. so you live completely alone ? No friends live with you then? it was sad to think so if that was true. To have no one in corner no one to say goodnight to would be so bleak. Shaking out of that funk of an idea when Casey said she would help look for the Xbox. Warmth crept up his neck flashing over his cheeks. Lowering his head this was weird normally this didn't happen . Henry was grateful when Emma spoke up ,coughing trying to regain his composure. yes mom packing first then Xbox . placing the cup on the counter rushing out of the apartment as fast as he could . He didn't want to blush in front Casey again. @amberrayness Emma Swan |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 22:52:43 GMT -5
“So you’re from Boston?” Casey leaned against the counter once more; and crossed her arms over her chest; before shrugging. Not technically. My uncle Braxton; he’s my dad’s twin brother lives on the outskirts of Boston. I was sent to live with him for a while. Casey blushed and figured that she may as well explain. Knowing Emma Swan she would ask her why she was living with her uncle anyway. I was kind of going through this phase; and I sort of ran away from my uncles; and well; I met up with people who knew my real parents. Casey looked up at Emma; biting her lip as she did so. I won’t lie Miss Swan. I don’t exactly have the best track record.
Casey sighed; and looked away; wondering why she was giving so much information to someone she had supposedly just met. Maybe it was because Emma knew her track record; even if she didn’t remember. She only hoped that Emma was as forgiving as she was; when they had first met. She still hadn’t forgotten the woman arresting her; after Casey had lost her temper with the woman. “What brings you here to New York? I mean, it’s a complete different thing to be living here right?” Casey shrugged, thanked Emma; before took the proffered cup; and took a sip. Someone told me to follow my dreams. And I always wanted to get outside of Boston. I was always feeling claustrophobic. Casey used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. There was an accident concerning the town I was living in; and I lost a few friends along the way. Casey decided to go with a half-truth. They were the ones that helped me out of this rebellious stage I went through. I figured; instead of sinking back into the bad crowd; and allowing those fears of mine to get to me. Why not do something? There was nothing left for me there. So, I decided to get my GED a year early; and the moment I got into a college; I hijacked it out of there. so you live completely alone ? No friends live with you then? Casey looked at @henry; and nodded. I don’t mind though. I mean, I am going to be eighteen in summer; so technically; I should be on my own anyway. Casey shrugged once more; and remained silent as mother and son conversed. “There you are. I was about to send Casey after you to see where you were. The hot cocoa is ready. Drink before it gets cold.” She didn’t want to get involved in their conversation. It was best to blend in and not say anything. After all; each one of us had the right to remain silent; and Casey definitely took that to her advantage. “No Henry, I don’t know in which box your Xbox is. You’d better help me unpack stuff instead of trying to find that first.” Her eyes followed Emma’s as the woman grabbed her phone; before tossing it to her son. “Okay, fine, here call the pizza service. You know what I want…” yes mom packing first then Xbox. Casey watched as Henry exited out of the room in a rush; and blinked; before turning her gaze on Emma. Erm, was it something I said?
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Post by Emma Swan on Feb 20, 2015 15:52:27 GMT -5
Emma listened to Casey admitting that she wasn’t exactly the sweetest girl in town. It made her think of her own past. On how she had grown up, keeping herself alive by stealing food from local super markets and tried to find some place to sleep that was warm and sheltered.
It wasn’t an easy time and definitely not one she missed.
“I know how it can feel. Not having any parents isn’t the easiest thing. The only one you can believe in and rely on is yourself.” Emma gave the girl an understanding smile. She could easily imagine on how the girl must be feeling not to have contact with her parents.
Emma had never met her own parents herself. The only people she came into contact with were the ones that lived at the orphanage and the few families that had wanted to adopt her but brought her back from the moment they got their own kids. All her life she had been replaced by others, so it was still a hard challenge for Emma to be showing a lot of trust towards people.
A chuckle left Emma’s mouth when Casey wondered if it was her fault that he went away that quickly. “No, it’s not your fault. He just wants to know where his Xbox is in case someone would steal it. I’m sure he’ll walk in soon with another box again, hoping that it will his Xbox.” Emma knew her kid, he remind her way too much to Neal.
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