Dancing with scissors, someone's bound to get hurt. (Seeking Long-term partner.)

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  • [glow= #fa8e74]Dancing with scissors, someone's bound to get hurt.....[/glow][glow= #fa8e74][/glow]


    It was all a blur; the phone call, stuffing her books back into her backpack. The drive to the hospital was a blank, nothing but hues of grays and white flashing in front of her eyes and the muffled blasts of horns as she weaved erratically through traffic. Emily couldn’t begin to explain how she’d arrived at the hospital in one piece. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to. Her parents were halfway across the world, soaking up the sights and sounds of Paris for their twenty fifth wedding anniversary; or at least they had been before the phone call. In the blink of an eye life had changed for her entire family, the world turning upside down and knocking them all off kilter. Edward McAdams’ voice still echoed in her ears, his silky, near monotone voice usually a comfort to her now distorted and distant, drowned out by the echoes of her mother’s wordless sobs in the background. Accident. It was the one word that rang clear as a bell, the one word that played out over and over again inside her head. Joey. Her only brother. The man she adored most in the world second to her father. The two words did not belong in the same sentence together, but there they were, delivered in the shaken voice of her father.

    The details were sketchy, spoken through second and third hand accounts of witnesses and police officers. Her brother was at no fault, of course the lawyer in her father had gathered that information shortly after learning the fate of his son. By all accounts, Joey had been following the law, stopped at a stop sign and waiting his turn to pass through the intersection when his car had been hit from behind by a woman going too much over the speed limit, her eyes glued to the phone in her hand rather than the road ahead of her. The impact of the rear hit had been enough to send her brother crashing against the steering wheel, rendering him unconscious in an instant. His car drifted into the path of the car in the intersection, thankfully the vehicle going well below the speed limit to do any real damage to her brother. In the end, it didn’t matter. It had taken firefighters over a half an hour to pull her brother free from the wreckage, and when they finally pulled him onto the awaiting stretcher, he had yet to regain consciousness.

    However she accomplished it, Emily made it to the hospital with only the mental trauma of her own darkened thoughts to show for it. Her mind circled around the possibilities of what she would find once she got to the hospital, thinking of paralysis and limited brain activity, talk of pulling the plug and funeral arrangements. She worried herself into a frenzy, unable to think beyond the worst possible scenarios. She pushed through the throngs of people shuffling their way into the hospital, elbowing anyone who got in the way of her and the entrance. The normally patient teenager was on a mission, and nothing was going to get in between her and finding out her brother’s fate; at what was under her control. As she rushed breathless and clammy to the counter, blurting out her brother’s name in a winded pant, Emily had to hold back an outraged scream as the woman on the opposite side simply pointed to a chair and told her to wait. Wait? She had no idea what condition her brother was in, and this woman was asking her to wait? Had she lost her mind?!?

    The nurse was a sour looking woman in her forties, with a pinched face and a scowl permanently etched in lines across her brow. The bright yellow scrubs she wore didn’t little to brighten her appearance, or perhaps that was Emily unflattering opinion of the woman based off her less than forthcoming comments as she addressed the teenager. “Take a seat and the doctor will be out to see you.” That was all she said before waving Emily off with one hand and motioning the person behind her to step forward with the other. The younger sister in her wanted to shove the person who was obviously going through any serious trauma out of the way, scruff the woman up by scrubs and force the nurse to answer her questions. The future nurse in her held her back, remembering that just because someone looked healthy did not always mean that they were. Deflated, she slunk back to the closest seat to the swinging doors of the E.R her dark green eyes burning holes through the plastic windows that only gave her a glimpse of the doctors and nurses’ heads as they walked past.

    Emily didn’t know how long she sat there; her time spent reminiscing about the days when she and her brother were younger, the waiting room feeling more and more like a funeral home than a hospital. The atmosphere grew heavier as her mind became filled with tragic news that the doctors were holding back from her. He was paralyzed, missing a limb, or worse, in a coma that he would never wake up from. That was all that Emily could think as she sat there, one leg bouncing nervously while the other supported her wringing hands. The situation became dire the longer the doctors kept her waiting, and by the time the man finally did emerge from the swinging doors to call out her last name, the teenager was certain they were going to have to admit her for having a nervous breakdown.

    She held onto her sanity, climbing onto weak legs to walk toward the middle aged male dressed in immaculate scrubs and still wearing the booties and cap needed in the operating room. Attentive ears hung on every word, a sharp mind picking through each syllable spoken to analyze over and over until she had a clear understanding of what was being said. Her brother had swelling in the brain, which left him in what they believed was a temporary comatose state, the certainty of that depending on the results of an MRI. There was some internal bleeding which had been stopped through surgery, and a punctured lung thanks to three broken ribs. The minor breaks and bruises were the least of Emily’s worries; it was the head trauma that had her concerned. The redhead began to bombard the doctor with questions, her tone as sharp as her mind and her demeanor one that refused to be spoken down to like a child. The answers she received were vague, with a ill-humored attitude that drew the young woman’s ire. “We’re still waiting for the MRI results. For now he’s being cleaned up and moved to the ICU.” The doctor left her growling after him moments later, not bothering to respond to the rest of her unanswered questions.

    Left once again to wait in the dismal waiting room with its horrible, tacky floral print wallpaper and glaring fluorescent lighting, Emily dropped down into the chair she had previously occupied, her mind racing with thoughts moved too fast for her to scrutinize. Pale, trembling hands once again pulled her phone free from the confines of her pockets, lithe digits sliding along the screen wanting to send a message to someone, anyone who would be able to sit with her, draw her mind away from her fretting and help her focus on what was important. There was Mark, her best friend since third grade, but like her, he was a senior and most likely sitting in class bored out of his skull. The thought calling her boyfriend Ray made her want to clench the phone in her fist until the device shattered into tiny splinters of plastic, his accented voice popping into her mind with the callous words that would be spewed out of his mouth. ‘So? What do I care that your fucker of a brother’s in the hospital? Serves the bitch right.’ The imagined words incensed her to the core, her anger at her boyfriend’s attitude making him the worst possible option to call. There was no one that she knew who would not be otherwise occupied, but she knew she had to call someone. Joey would need to hear friendly voices encouraging him to return to the land of the living, people who would want a speedy recovery for him and who would penetrate the damage to his skull to reach her brother.

    Emily’s fingers gracefully danced over the screen, skimming over dozens of contacts on her list until she reached the one she was loathed to touch. The tip of her finger hovered over the name 'Douche' her teeth worrying against her lower lip in a silent debate whether she should call the man her brother considered his best friend or not. The thought of it alone made her nauseous. The redhead would have preferred dealing with her asshole of a boyfriend rather than her brother’s friends. ‘But this isn’t for you. It’s for Joey.’ Her mind insisted, the tiny voice of reason doing its job to motivate her into pushing the send button. The phone was pushed against her ear, soon greeted with the ringing of the line once it finally went through. She didn’t know whether he would answer, didn’t really care whether he did or not. She made the effort to reach out to him, and to Emily that was all the courtesy she would afford him. She was doing this for her brother who was currently laid up in a hospital bed in pain, and unaware that there was anyone out there worrying after him. Emily could at least tell him she tried when he woke up, and if she succeed, she would deal with the man for as long as it took for her brother to recover. She could only hope that time would be short, or else she might end up going to jail for murder.

    She waited until the phone stopped ringing, barely acknowledging whether she was greeted by a mechanical voice of voicemail, or her brother’s friend. For a moment she couldn’t speak, even saying the words out loud, telling someone else that her brother was in the hospital brought it all home for her. Right now she could pretend that Joey would be wide awake with a few casts and some bruises when she finally reached his hospital room, but once she spat the words out, finally gave his condition there was no taking them back. Emily finally found her voice, tense and thick, but still hers. “Joey was in a car accident. He’s at Mercy Hospital. They’re getting ready to move him up to ICU….I don’t know what room yet, you’ll have to ask if you come. I thought you would want to know.” She ended the call as quickly as she made it, stuffing her phone back into her pocket without another thought. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not him, and she would have gladly avoided it entirely if she could have. But it was too late now. The call had been made and now it would only be a matter of time before she was stuck dealing with his loathsome presence.

    Emily McAdams is in her senior year of high school, three months shy of graduating and her eighteenth birthday. Her future is promising, with an early acceptance into one of the top nursing schools in the world, and a charmed life that anyone would be envious of. But, her life comes to a halt when her older brother is seriously injured in a car accident. Naturally, she's at his side in the hospital the moment she learns about it, but she's not alone. To her chagrin, his best friend is there as well.

    Her brother's best friend has a history that makes a girl like Emily cringe. He's lazy, brash, and above all else, he's a womanizer. What she doesn't know is that there's a reason behind his womanizing, one that she would never guess in a million years. For years he has harbored a fondness for her, her age and her attitude toward him holding him back from ever sharing how he feels. At first, he only watched her, his feelings something akin to a guardian lurking in the shadows, keeping an eye on her, watching as she grew from a happy child to a normal, well-adjusted teenager. It was when she first started dating that his feelings turned from brotherly to something more complex, but he knew deep down that she would never feel anything but resentment toward him.

    The accident gives him a chance to grow closer to her, taking up her older sibling's responsibilities to see that she is looked after. Naturally, things are tense between the two. She resents his closeness to her brother and believes that he's using her sibling's accident to use her the way he uses so many women. He takes her ridicule and abuse, never saying a word to her, only letting her speak her mind and say whatever she wants to hurt him. And it does hurt. He doesn't show it, but deep down inside every word that she spews against him is another blow to his heart. His feelings hold true though, believing that if she would take the time to get to know him she would see him differently.

    He gets his chance to show his true self to her when he catches her boyfriend abusing her, intervening before the damage can become too great. He saves her and silently vows he will be there to protect her whether she wants it or not. His rescue does not go unappreciated and while Emily loathes the idea of needing protection, it is impossible for her not to feel safer with him around. A pathway to communication is opened between the two, and soon Emily finds that everything she'd ever thought about her brother's best friend was inaccurate.

    A relationship blossoms between the two, feelings that have been repressed for years finally rising to the surface to freely be expressed. Life does not work out the way either of them hope when Emily is faced with the decision of leaving him behind to accomplish her goals or abandoning her dreams to remain with him. Heartbroken and unable to face the end of their relationship, she leaves without a word, taking along a secret that will change their lives forever.

    +++++++++++++++++++++
    Part two~

    Four years later:
    With college completed, Emily returns home, but she does not come back alone. With her is a man she has promised to spend the rest of her life with, along with their twins. Her return to the life she left behind reopens wounds that both she and her previous love thought was closed.





  • Emily McAdams
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    Age: 17
    Birthday: June 29th
    Parents: Edward and Sandra McAdams
    Sibling: Joey McAdams

    Appearance:
    Emily is 5’7, 128lbs, with dark green eyes and dark red hair that reaches past the middle of her back. Because of her job she is fairly in shape, but most of her muscle definition would be in her legs. Because of her health condition, she tries to maintain a certain weight and will not allow herself to go above or below it, to most people that make her appear shallow which she isn’t.

    Talents:
    Emily is a very good cook and a talented singer. She also does extremely well in school, keeping a 4.0 average from third grade until her senior year of high school. She is also a very talented ice skater, having taken lessons nearly all of her life and eventually going on to teach others.

    Personality:
    ♥Determined
    ♥Stubborn
    ♥Goal Oriented
    ♥Intelligent
    ♥Loyal
    ♥Honest
    ♥Private

    Emily is an extremely loyal person and only surrounds herself with people who are the same way (With few exceptions). The people close to her see a funny, sweet, caring person who would do anything for those close to her. The outsider’s perspective is much different. To those who do not know her, Emily appears to be a judgmental snob, and that’s the furthest from the truth. She is a very understanding person and knows that not everyone was fortunate enough to have the same kind of love and support that she did. Though a person may have problems, she doesn’t automatically hold that against them. What leads her to snub a person is how they handle their problems, and how much responsibility they take for their actions.

    Emily has always been mature for her age, and always knew what she wanted to do with her life from a very young age. She’s not the type to become easily distracted and when she sets her mind to something she puts in 100% effort to see it through. She doesn’t have tunnel vision, but most people would assume that she does from how she behaves. She thinks everything through before she goes through with it, weighing not only the pros and cons but how it might affect her future. Because of this, she abhors drugs and alcohol and will generally not associate with anyone who wastes their time with them.

    She’s not all seriousness though. Emily loves to laugh, and actually has a good sense of humor. She’s not completely heartless toward people who have lost their way, but she does not tolerate excuses either. She believes that everyone should take responsibility for their own actions and find a way to fix their own problems. She doesn’t turn away from a person who needs her, which is probably one of her biggest flaws as well as one of her more endearing traits. It is the need to help that always lands her in the most trouble, and the reason she is so selective about who she allows close to her. Once she lets a person into her life, that person remains a part of it until they chose to leave it themselves, and she will forever be loyal to them no matter where they stand.

    Likes:
    ♥Ice Skating
    ♥Reading
    ♥Science

    Dislikes:
    ♥Alcohol
    ♥Drugs
    ♥Laziness
    ♥Wasting her time

    History:
    Emily was born the youngest of two children. Her older brother Joey, five years her senior, had a soft spot for her from the moment she was born, and her parents, thrilled to finally have a little girl, adored her to no end. She never let the attention go to her head though, and always remained modest and sweet. That could have been the result of her grandmother’s influence.

    Throughout her childhood, Emily spent most of her free-time with her maternal grandmother, a retired nurse who grew up in the South and always taught Emily to look for the value in every person. From the time she was old enough to walk and talk, Emily hung onto every word her grandmother said, and took every lesson to heart. Most of her fondest memories are of moments with her grandmother, sitting and watching her work in the kitchen or gardens, and listening to the stories she would tell. Of all of the members of her family, it was Shirley Dawson that always held all of Emily’s respect, and became her role model for the person she wanted to become. It was the desire to follow in her grandmother’s footsteps that led to Emily deciding at the young age of seven that she wanted to become a nurse. It was also at that age that the little girl aged nearly a decade in a single year.

    By the age of eight, Emily became an adult in a child’s body. She still played and enjoyed her childhood, but developed a drive to succeed that most adults would envy. Getting good grades in school wasn’t good enough for Emily; she needed to have straight A’s which often led her to become the subject of her classmates’ teasing. Emily took it in stride though, shrugging off the jokes of her being a teacher’s pet and embracing her accomplishments. It didn’t matter to her what the rest of the world thought, as long as she was happy with herself and what she did. It was also during that year that Emily met and became friends with Mark Greyson. Although the two shared a competitive rivalry at first, they soon became inseparable. Emily gave Mark the push he needed to come out of his shyness, while Mark grounded some of Emily’s unrealistic goals she set for herself. He would pull her down to reality when she got too hard on herself and would serve a reminder to her that she didn’t always have to be perfect.

    The friendship grew over the years, and even though the two acquired their own little clique of friends, they remained as close as brother and sister. When Mark came out as gay, Emily was the first to stand and his side, defending him against anyone who would dare go after him for it. Not that anyone in their little group would have thought to do such a thing; they weren’t the type. Like Emily and Mark, their friends were the straight-laced kids, the ones who never skipped school and always turned their homework in on time. They were the kids that never got into trouble, and always strived to be better people. The group stuck together through middle school and well into high school without change. Wherever one was, another of the group could be found close by if they were not all together.

    Emily adjusted to high school easily enough, already planning for college the minute she entered the doors of her school. Everything that she did reflected on her desire to attend the college of her dreams, and it was that goal that wove a path through her life’s decisions. While the rest of her classmates were enjoying their weekends, Emily was doing community service and extra-curricular activities to pad her already glowing portfolio. All of that came to a near dead halt the summer before her Junior year when she became stricken with an unusual illness. The fever nearly killed her, and for a full week, doctors stated that it was touch or go whether she would survive. Eventually, she pulled through, but not completely untouched by it. Within a week it was discovered that the unexplained illness had destroyed her pancreas and as a result Emily was diagnosed with Type I Diabetes. Rather than allow the disease to rule her life and change her, Emily used it to her advantage. She strove harder to ensure she reached her goals and became even more aware of how precious life was. She began to find a balance between living her life and accomplishing what she set out to do.

    In the beginning of her senior year, Emily’s life was altered again, not in a good way, when she met and began to date, Ray Devins. Ray, who had moved from England to live with his aunt after his parents’ death, was a seemingly nice guy, and at the start of their relationship, things were going well. It was after three months dating and their first time sleeping together that things began to change. It started off gradually as most abusive relationships do. Ray would get jealous each time Emily went to hang out with her friends and would keep tabs on her wherever she went. Eventually, his jealousy turned to possessiveness, which began the descent from verbal to physical abuse. At first, Emily told herself that it was Ray’s own abuse at the hands of his aunt that was the cause, that he had simply forgotten what it was like to be treated as a normal person. He would change if she stuck around, and their relationship would go back to normal. Eventually, she gave up on that idea and realized that she was dating a man who simply enjoyed inflicting pain of all kinds on anyone. Rather than end the relationship though, Emily stuck with it.

    Most people would question her sanity, wondering why a smart girl like Emily would stay with a man who abused her in every way possible. Her reasoning came in the form of an acceptance letter from John Hopkins in the middle of the school year. In a few months’ time, she would be leaving to go to the school of her dreams, and Ray would be a part of her past. Why break up with him when she could use him as a shield to keep anyone else interested in her away? For Emily, it was safer to stay with Ray and deal with his crap than it was to go out into the world where she had to fight guys off. She had no feelings at all for Ray other than disgust and contempt, which she kept hidden away from everyone, including her closest friends. She could head off to college without any remorse for ending the relationship and still be able to enjoy her time left at home without always turning someone down. To Emily, it was a win-win situation, and if she had to endure a few hurtful words and a couple of slaps it would be well worth it the minute her car was packed up and she was on the road.

    Now only four months away from graduation, and seven months from heading to college, Emily is comfortable with her choices and living her life the way that she wants to. She remains close to her friends in spite of her boyfriend’s attitude and accusations, goes to work after school, and uses the rest of her free time studying or spending time with the people she cares about. All that is about to change when her older brother gets into a car accident while their parents are away on their second honeymoon and Emily is forced to take responsibility for her sibling during their parents’ absence.


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    Joey McAdams

    Age: 22
    Birthday: Novermber 21rst
    Parents: Edward and Sandra McAdams
    Sibling: Emily McAdams

    Personality:
    ☼Laid Back
    ☼Flirtatious
    ☼Outgoing
    ☼Protective


    History:

    Joey is the oldest of two and often considered the problem child even though he doesn't get into any serious trouble. After his sister was born he saw it as his job to look after her, and for a while he did. In time their roles switched, and she ended up being the one to look after him.

    He had a normal childhood. He had plenty of friends, played football and baseball in high school, and managed to get somewhat decent grades. Overall there were no problems in his life until he informed his parents that he would not be attending school to become a lawyer the way his father, and all the men of his side of the family did, but would be going to college to pursue a career in computer graphics. The confession created a huge rift in the family dynamics and put all the pressure on Emily to take up the role her brother refused to fulfill. Emily, however, sided with her brother, refusing to turn her back on him simply because he wanted to make his own decision for the future, and has been the only one in the family to truly support him.

    He moved out of his parents' house at the age of twenty one, and has since been living on his own in an apartment a short distance away from his former home. Although he no longer lives there, he stops by quite often to check up on his sister and spend time with his parents.





  • What I'm looking for:
    ♥Someone who can post every other day.
    ♥Someone 18 or older.
    ♥Someone to play the male main character.
    ♥An advanced writer that can help move the story along.
    ♥Someone who isn't afraid of OOC chat.
    ♥Quality and quantity.
    ♥Someone who enjoys playing multiple characters.
    ♥I would like a writing sample beforehand.

    About me:
    ♥I am a stay at home mom. I can generally post at least once a day, more as long as I don't have anything going on in the house.
    ♥My minimum posts are usually 4-6 paragraphs, but I can write a novel if I have a partner who is comfortable with it.
    ♥I will play multiple characters, but I will not play a male character in a romantic pairing.
    ♥I love planning, and I always have millions of ideas.
    ♥I am absolutely in love with this plot and I'm really looking for someone who is willing to stick around. I will probably ask a billion questions to make sure you're serious. I don't mean any harm.
    ♥I will give a writing sample if asked.
    ♥I do try to keep everyone up to date when I have things going on in real life and need to be gone for a while.

    About the story:
    ♥More plot than smut. Always!
    ♥This story will contain abusive situations.
    ♥I'm not looking for a 'love at first sight' situation.



    If interested, please send me a PM with your favorite book so that I know you have read through everything.
 
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