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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 17:57:15 GMT -5
Setting: Not sure where they lived, so let's say New York. This is the night of when Emma's Foster Siblings stole her camera
Tag(s): Emma SwanDinner was a quiet affair this evening. The kids for once weren’t arguing and ate their dinner without much fuss, though Gemma thought that had something to do about earlier. Peeking a glance at Emma, Gemma couldn’t help but feel for Emma. Being the only girl had to be tough, and the other kids were not easy on the girl. Not only that, but Emma, whether she knew it or not, had a lot of potential and she wanted to show the girl that she could do anything if the girl just put her mind up to it. HOwever, Emma refused to see that she had raw magic within herself, and there wasn’t much that the woman could do without scaring the young girl away for good. Yeah, she wanted to show Emma that being different was ok, and that she was special, but she also knew that she loved the girl, even if she never showed magic. Getting up from her seat, picking up the dishes, Gemma looked to Emma, nudging her head toward the kitchen. Mind giving me a hand with the dishes?
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Post by Emma Swan on Nov 18, 2014 14:00:06 GMT -5
Emma’s plate was finished quickly, she always had to make sure to eat everything pretty fast or otherwise someone else would be running away with the things you loved to eat the most. That’s how she knew things were going for as long as she remembered. Instead of defending herself, Emma usually let the others do what they wanted. If it meant them taking her favorite food from her, or her toys, she would never dare to tell them to back off. But when it came to the others taking her camera, then it meant problems.
That camera was the only thing she had left that made her feel relaxed. Although she was living at once another family, this was the only thing that seemed to be consistent. That stayed like it was. That felt safe…
Emma stared at the empty plate in front of her, waiting for the others to have finished their dinner. She didn’t want to risk on leaving the table already, feared for what the reaction might be on that. She once had a family that accused her for not being respectful when she made an attempt on leaving the table before everyone was finished and she didn’t want to risk the same reaction this time.
It was when her adoptive mother spoke to her that Emma looked up from the empty plate. “Okay, I will help you” Emma said as she took a hold of her plate together with an empty bowl and followed Gemma into the kitchen. Gently she placed it down on the kitchen counter next to the sink. “Shall I get the other things on the table as well? Or should I wait?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2014 12:33:36 GMT -5
“Shall I get the other things on the table as well? Or should I wait?” Turning on the water, she placed her wrist; after having rolled up her sleeves of her sweater to her elbows; under the faucet, waiting for the water to be warm enough to get the dishes done. Once satisfied, she put in the plug, added soap, and waited for the sink to fill up, before turning to face Emma Swan; leaning her back against the counter as she crossed her arms.
She studied Emma for a moment, before her eyes roamed to the other kids; as they were still finishing their own plates; before giving the girl in front of her a small smile. It’s probably best to wait. Wouldn’t want to separate the boys from their foods; now would we? Sighing, she stood up again, and turned to turn off the faucet and placed the few dishes they had in the sink. Actually, I was wanting to talk to you; about what happened earlier. She handed Emma a dish towel; as she spoke, motioning for the young girl that she could dry while she washed. Or rather she smiled at Emma again, letting the girl know that she wasn't in trouble. I was hoping that you’d talk to me. |
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Post by Emma Swan on Dec 1, 2014 16:01:51 GMT -5
A smile appeared on Emma’s face when Gemma made a little comment about boys and their food. She was right on that, separating boys with their food was just asking from problems.
One of the kitchen towels was getting reached towards Emma and it didn’t take long for her to take a hold of it, waiting for her foster mother to finish the first plate so she could dry it off.
“You mean when they took my camera?” The thought of being in trouble fade away when Gemma gave her a smile. But Emma didn’t know what she had to tell her. By her knowing Gemma already knew the whole story on how the boys got a hold of her camera.
“I wanted to film my new room when they took my camera. I asked them to give it back because it is my camera and they didn’t. I was getting angry but then the lights in my room flickered. That’s all that happened, I swear. I didn’t break the lights, I promise.” Emma was worried that she would get send back if Gemma thought she was destroying things inside the house.
She didn’t want to get back into the system. Never again.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 20:25:03 GMT -5
Gemma’s heart swelled as she got one of Emma Swan’s rare smiles, but otherwise kept her attention on the dishes. It would not do well to scare off the little girl before she even had a chance to really know the girl. She may be new, but that didn't mean that Gemma would allow the girl to fear her, or have any reason to run away; which Gemma knew that Emma would consider not much longer.
Washing the first plate, Gemma handed it to Emma to drive off as she listened to the girl’s words. “You mean when they took my camera?” Gemma nodded, scrubbing at another plate. “I wanted to film my new room when they took my camera. I asked them to give it back because it is my camera and they didn't. I was getting angry but then the lights in my room flickered. That’s all that happened, I swear. I didn't break the lights, I promise.”
Gemma placed the now clean dish back in the water and turned, placing both hands on the girls’ shoulders. Emma. It’s fine. You’re not in trouble. I was just wanting to make sure you’re ok. That Kevin didn't scare you off. So, Emma had made the lights flicker. Gemma smiled warmly at that, realizing that Emma was finally coming into her powers. Now, she just had to show the girl what she was capable of, without scaring her away. First, she would study Emma, and keep a close eye on her. |
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Post by Emma Swan on Dec 16, 2014 14:50:08 GMT -5
Emma’s eyes widened when Gemma took a hold of both her shoulders, slightly squeezing them as she did. Last time someone did that a little slap on her cheek followed. It was at the last foster family she was. The man who was going to be her father believed in discipline and control.
In order to get both, some measurements had to be done. Some little ticks, slams, knocks, squeezes.
It were Gemma’s words that made Emma’s shoulders relax and forget about what she thought that might have followed. Maybe not every foster family was the same after all…. But still there was this horrible boy called Kevin.
“I’m okay” That’s all Emma said about what had happened before dinner. This Kevin was already enough for her to see that she didn’t want to stay here. She didn’t want to be bullied the whole time. Not again. She didn’t want her stuff to be broken or to be pushed against the wall and get beaten up. All that wasn’t worth it.
Tonight, when everyone would be asleep, she was going to leave this place. Escape from possible bullies and live her own life. How she wanted it herself.
Slowly Emma started to dry off the first plate, making sure that every possible spot was dry. “Can I go to bed early today?” If she would be allowed she would be able to start packing her things inside her back pack and prepare herself for a life out of the foster system.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2015 20:48:21 GMT -5
Gemma inwardly sighed at the fear that Emma Swan had shown in her eyes when she tried to show the girl affection. It made her think about her own family; and how she wished that things could have been played out differently; but this was her chance. Emma was going to be a part of her happy ending; and once she found Elsa again, they could be the family that she always wanted. No one would judge them; however, there was still the issue with Emma. She had a feeling that the girl was going to run; but she didn't want to say anything. No. Instead, she’d be there; patiently waiting for Emma to show herself; and if she didn't; then she could admit that she was wrong.
Bringing herself out of her thoughts; she gave Emma another warm smile, as the girl relaxed, and she removed her hand; not wanting to make Emma any more uncomfortable than she already was. Any other troubles that Emma had, she would try and help the girl through them. “I’m okay” Gemma nodded in understanding.
Alright, I just wanted you to know that if you ever need to talk; or something, you can come to me. You know that, right? She left the sentence hanging, and saw that the other kids had finished their food. “Can I go to bed early today?” She gave Emma a lopsided grin. I don't know. Can you? she asked, before shoulder bumping the girl encouragingly. Yes, you may she said; emphasizing the word 'may' as she spoke. |
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Post by Emma Swan on Jan 9, 2015 16:29:09 GMT -5
It took a second or two for Emma to realize that Gemma was teasing as she gave her the same question in return before she allowed the blonde to go to bed early.
A smile that showed the relief she felt when the answer came spread on her face while she kept drying the plates before placing them down on the kitchen counter. “I think I will be going to bed already then. I’m tired. Thanks for the food, it was good.”
Gently Emma placed the kitchen towel on the counter next to the pile of plates before turning on the balls of her feet and making her way towards the staircase. For once her plan seemed to be going right. She wasn’t going to stay here any second longer than necessary. She didn’t need any bully waiting her up every morning and second of the day to punish her from existing.
Emma started to run up the stairs and entered her room slightly out of breath. She made sure that the door was completely closed before she took her empty back pack out of the closet.
It only took a few minutes for her to load in as much useful things as possible and with one swift motion the back pack got closed and hidden under her bed. Now she only had to wait for the night to fall and off she would go.
Footprints suddenly appeared on the steps of the stairs and made Emma react in a hurry. As quickly as she could she entered her bed and draped the covers over her. She didn’t even had the time to put on some PJ’s and could only hope that this person who was coming up wouldn’t notice her still wearing her clothes underneath the covers.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 20:05:04 GMT -5
I think I will be going to bed already then. I’m tired. Thanks for the food, it was good.”
Gemma nodded, giving Emma Swan permission to go to bed early. You're very welcome. She stood there; watching Emma as she exited the room; before getting back to the task at hand. She knew that Emma was planning on trying to leave; or at least she had the feeling that she would. Most Foster kids who have been through the system one few many times usually tried; and most often succeed. However, even if Gemma was going to give Emma a choice, she had high hopes that the girl would choose the right one.
Quickliy finishing the dishes, Gemma put them away; dried her hands off; and went upstairs to check on the girl. Even though she had faith in the young woman, Gemma still felt the need to check and make sure that the girl was safe and sound in her bed. Stepping outside of the girl’s bedroom, she opened the door silent, and saw that Emma was sound asleep. Smiling she went to check on the others, to make sure that they were doing the same, before going downstairs to read a good book. She would be ready to show Emma that she was worth her time. All the girl needed was that after all; time.
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Post by Emma Swan on Feb 1, 2015 13:41:16 GMT -5
The door of her room closed and banned the light coming from the hallway out of it. Emma let out a sigh of relief before she pushed away the bedcovers towards the foot end of the bed. That was close.
She could have been stopped this time but that wasn’t going to keep her from trying it again.
The only thing she had to do now was to wait. Waiting for Gemma to go to sleep herself so there wouldn’t be anyone who could stop her.
By the time that the rest would wake up in the morning, she would be a few miles away already. Away from another family who took her in just to get more money, away from that stupid Kevin guy and away from getting bullied.
Time past by and the alarm clock in her room showed 01:00 A.M.
Quietly Emma lowered herself on her knees, reaching out for the already premade backpack that she hid under her bed.
Now it was only a matter of dressing up warmly and making sure to get out of the house unseen.
She put on her warmest jacket and pulled her dark grey hat over her blond locks and already warm ears. A scarf got stuffed inside her backpack in case she would need that too while being on the streets this nights and possibly next coming days.
With one swift motion she put the bag on her back and shuffled the straps over her shoulders. She was ready.
On the tip of her toes Emma made her way towards the door of her room, gently pushing down the handle so she could open up the door just enough to be able to peek through it, checking if the coast was clear to leave.
On the left it was clear…. Right…. Clear. This was her chance.
The bottom of her shoes moved over the carpet as smoothly and quiet as possible, avoiding every possible part of the floor that could make a noise and betray her plans. Almost there, she was almost free. Only a staircase was keeping her from being that.
Emma felt the adrenaline floating through her body by every step she took downstairs and the smile on her face got brighter by every inch that the front door seemed to be getting closer. That until the light at the corner of the living room lit up.
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