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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:59 pm
Amma was about to walk inside before Cherokee had picked her up and placed her over his shoulder. She gave a load groan and wiggled a bit, bare feet kicking. "You KNOW I hate being taken advantage of!" She complained, pouting and having given up in her little fight. Her arms dangled over his shoulder and she sighed heavily. "Just because I'm short doesn't mean you can carry me around everywhere."
When he spoke to Emily, Amma lifted her head and smirked to the wall. "I think sometimes you're just jealous I wear the pants in our relationship." She said confidently and nodded her head before moaning again as he carried her inside like a little child. "Come ooonnnnn. I'm your girlfriend not your sister. You're acting like Darius does, always teasing me and carrying me around everywhere or showing off how tall he is. Seriously..." She trailed off as they got inside.
((Okay so that was extremely short, but now Lala can do her time skip. xD I want you to make things happen so I know how to make my post. Haha.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 9:59 am
((Haha I'm sorry... For whatever reason, I had it in my head that it was Aka's turn... MY APOLOGIES! *clings to you all*))
Just a year later, things had looked even better. They still lived in their side-by-side homes, but now, even Enzo could be seen smiling - a smile that lacked what had been an expected sort of twitch that came with it. Summertime had just arrived, bringing with it the smell of evening barbeques, the chatter of far-off cicadas, and the warm comfort of simply sitting outside and existing.
Existing... That was something for which Enzo had become increasingly grateful. Only very rarely would fleeting memories of his past run across his thoughts, and even now, it was a rare time when he had a scare that he would relapse. In those times, Bee was always there to help him through it.
Enzo had indeed been serious about marriage, and one night Bee and himself eloped. He'd left a quiet little note for Cherokee as to where they'd gone, and returned early the next morning.
But that wasn't the first reason Enzo could be seen smiling far more than usual... No, hardly a month after the night Enzo proposed, Bee had told him secretly that she was indeed pregnant. It had been the first time in years that Enzo had cried freely, and didn't care who saw him.
Four months later, they were married, and another five passed, where their little girl was brought into the world. She was a tiny thing, hardly six pounds. But the moment Enzo was allowed to hold her, he cried yet again, smiling behind his tears, wondering how he could love anything more than the small, sleeping child in his hands.
Carlotta, or Carly, as they'd taken to calling her, was a healthy little girl, and while she was but two months old, was already a handful. It seemed she'd inherited her mom's firey spirit. She was a cute little thing, chubby cheeks with dark hair and bright, chestnut coloured eyes.
Enzo was quite sure he couldn't be happier.
And on this peaceful summer evening, Enzo, Carly, and Bee were all sitting out on their soft front lawn, their child laying in the grass, laughing her baby's laugh at the soft touch of the grass against her arms and the wind in her mop of dark hair.
Enzo couldn't help simply looking down at her and laughing, "She's so beautiful, Bee..." He murmured, kissing the woman sitting next to him. He gave a bit of a wave to Cherokee, who'd stepped outside with Emily. "Hey Cherokee! Hey Emily!" The blonde girl had grown too. Seven whole years old she was now, and proud of it. "Care to join us?"
((Haha THERE!))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 10:44 am
((WOO OKAY READY GO! And then on to posting to more things... WOO!))
Beatrix smiled at Enzo's kiss and rolled her eyes. "Of course she's beautiful. She came out of me didn't she?" She laughed a little and rested her head briefly on Enzo's shoulder. "You big sentimental softie, you. You're a bigger woman than I am."
Beatrix was a woman who was always prone to smiles and laughter, but these days laughter and smiles seemed to come to her even more frequently and more easily. She was one of the few women who truly enjoyed her pregnency to it's fullest, finding it a truly beautiful process. She complained like any other about how fat she looked and swollen ankles, but she'd always smile then at Enzo, hands on her hips and say: 'Thanks for knocking me up.'
She was perhaps even most grateful for Enzo at the time, who cried over her child. She never found herself more moved or in love with one man.
She always knew she'd love her child too, but she loved her more fiercely than she could have imagined. She had been so small, but everything about her had been perfect and beautiful and she suddenly felt what Cherokee must have holding his own daughter or Amma when she finally got her own son in her arms.
Beatrix looked up as Enzo waved Cherokee over. She grinned at Emily who rolled her eyes. She looked more and more like her father as the years went on. She was taller now, and the deep lines in Cherokee's face were echoed softly in Emily's own; a more feminine look and gentle.
"Why'd you go and do that Uncle Enz! Now I'll never get him to take me to the park!" Emily half whined, but hurried along with her father to meet the little baby laying in the grass.
Cherokee stood just a bit away, but Emily hurried foward and knelt down beside little Carly. She crooned to her softly and let the little baby grip her index finger tightly in her tiny fist.
"She's really a pretty baby, Uncle Enz... kinda makes me wonder how she's yours though." Emily said smartly as the little baby giggled and gurgled.
Cherokee hid a laugh behind his hand with his eyes settled lightly on the tiny child. Though, he remained standing, hands a little stiffly by hids sides.
Beatrix rolled her eyes at him. "Oh come on, Cherokee, we all know you wanna hold her, just go on and do it... I swear." She laughed as Cherokee gave her a very surprised look. "You just love kids, don't you?"
Cherokee gave something like a sheepish smile and with his great hands hefted up the tiny baby. It giggled at the sudden gain in height and settled against Cherokee lightly. In his hold, she seemed all the more smaller and so delicate and fragile. The tall man smiled a great shameless smile at the little girl in his arms.
"She is too pretty to be Enzo's." He agreed, tickling a bit at the little girl's tummy. She cooed a little.
Emily patted Enzo on the shoulder. "It's okay, Enz... guys aren't supposed to be pretty anyways."
((hahaha, cherokee loves teh babehs. <3 :9))
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 3:40 pm
Dr. Ashworth. That's what it said on her name plate. It was a neat little golden plaque that sat on top of her desk. It was only a year and she had already established her own practice for Pediatrics. Already she had plenty of patients to make quite a bit of money. She knew the medical field was one of the highest paying careers but she didn't know just how much. She had never had money in her pocket that she didn't know what to do with it. Instead of spending it on herself she had helped Darius and Julie buy their own house with a decent amount of room for their one year old son.
She saw Darius and Alex (their son) quite often. Darius had a tendency to over worry about his son's health and often brought him in because he was coughing or he had thrown up. Amma would continue telling him babies threw up and coughed all the time. Babies were barfing machines, yet he continued to worry about it way too much. Still, she enjoyed being the kid's aunt and godmother. There were nights they would bring the kid over for Amma and Cherokee to watch while they went out to the movies or dinner. She never turned them down. Alex loved his aunt almost as much as he loved his mother it seemed. Darius had always told her there was something about the woman that screamed motherly...even if she wore black shirts and jeans to her office to see sick kids.
Dr. Ashworth. It stared at her as she got ready to leave work. There were times she wished it'd change. She wished it'd change because of marriage. There, in her name, was her past. It was the name of her parents who didn't care and the name of a woman who didn't care about life or anything to do with it. It wasn't her anymore, it just wasn't HER.
She turned her back to it as she grabbed her leather jacket and pulled her long black hair into a loose pony tail. When she turned off the lights to her office she walked out into the waiting room to see two nurses finished filing files and notes for the day.
"Good bye ladies." She said kindly and grinned at them. They both smiled back and said their partings before Amma went out the sliding glass doors. She had bought a new car, another mustang, after all she loved them. This one was silver with plenty of bumper stickers on the back screaming crazy sayings or stating her thoughts on the current politics and happenings in their world.
She felt antsy today to get home, no real reason, just antsier than normal. It only took for about five minutes to get into the neighborhood. Her office building was close enough to walk to in a good thirty minutes. The music blared as usual, Alternative Rock drifting out the cracked open windows and filling the area around her.
When she pulled up into the drive way she saw the whole group next door in the yard ogling over Carly. She gave a short laugh and shook her head. At the minute she turned the car off her cell phone rang and she opened it up as she got out of the car.
"Amma! He threw up!"
"Oh GOD Darius! Stop calling me!" She groaned loudly and shut the silver door, throwing her bag over her shoulder and rubbing at her dark skinned head. "I told you. Babies. Throw. Up. Now shut up and stop calling me unless he's dieing okay? Does Julie do the same thing you do?"
"But..."
"Darius...darius...I JUST got off of work. I'm not Dr. Ashworth right now. Did you start feeding him solids?"
"Yes."
"They do that. It takes a while okay. Now hang up and go play with him okay?"
"Fine."
She hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh and looked over to where the others were playing with Carly. She smiled slightly and walked over to the mailbox, taking the mail in her hands and setting it down on the porch railing before moving towards where the group was. She got up to them and looked at the baby in Cherokee's arms and put a finger to it's nose making a little bopping sound and than grinning over to Emily.
"Hey, you want to help babysit Alex this Friday? You know he loves you." She then stood up on her tip-toes and gave Cherokee a kiss on the cheek. "You would not believe what this one kid stuck up his nose today." She laughed her loud laugh and looked over to Enzo and Beatrix.
"She's getting big isn't she? It seems like only yesterday she was just a tiny little thing." Her hand propped on her hip and looked back to Carly with a smile. "She's going to have boys following her around when she gets older. Maybe even prettier than her Mommy."
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 10:16 am
((haha okay, the question now is, are we ready to end it? ARE WE?! *Shakes you all*))
"Don't worry, there's always tomorrow for the park, yeah?" Enzo said lightly, hardly bothering to hide the smile that had again graced his features. "Or if you wanted, we could all go." He glanced up at Cherokee, but frowned good-naturedly at Emily's comment.
"I have inner beauty?" He offered, giving an overdramatic sniff. He seemed to perk up at Emily's comforting pat and got to his feet. "Why DON'T we go to the park?" He asked brightly. They hadn't been to the park in ages.
And right on time, Amma pulled in, her loud music blaring, mustang's overly large engine roaring. And much in the same fashion she stepped out, yelling into her phone, obviously at Darius, before stepping into their little group. She offered for Emily to help her babysit Darius' child, and mentioned various objects stuck up children's noses.
"Well, kids are curious little creatures. YOu can't tell me you never stuck anything up your nose, Amma." He raised an eyebrow, but smiled again at the mention of his kid... HIS kid. He always felt so proud at that thought.
"Yeah, she's growing fast..." He looked at the child in Cherokee's arms and ruffled her dark hair. "We were just headed to the park, did you want to come?"
((THAR!))
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 10:18 am
((.... Okaaaay... I think i can do this now! OH YEAH! Let's DO THIS THING! *pumps a fist* And there was NO WAY I was going to make this flow otherwise... so I'm kinda summerizing... sorta... er... YES. Anyway, I'm sure you guys'll figure out what you want to do after. MMHMM.))
Beatrix gave Amma a joking look. "No way anyone can be prettier than me." She replied and in that dangerous shade of voice that every woman uses on their man she implored: "Right, Enzo?" Any man woulda have known better than to say no, such a tone of voice suggested that the wrong answer would leave a man to a few cold and lonely nights.
She grinned. "But maybe just AS pretty." She suggested. "Not as pretty as my Enzo, of course. I," She emphasised with a raise of her eyebrows and a hand to his shoulder, "think you're beautiful."
Cherokee laughed a little and Emily gave her head a serious little nod. "She'd be lucky to be as pretty as you, Trix." She said and then grinned at Amma as Beatrix looked quite flattered. "Alex?" She laughed. "Definitely! Me an' him always have a blast!"
Cherokee smiled down at his daughter and ruffled her hair. "Just... don't try to cook for him again, alright kiddo?" He flashed Amma a sly smile.
Emily pouted. "How was I supposed to know that tin foil did that in microwaves?" She whined in a sulky voice.
Beatrix gave a laugh and rose to her feet along with Enzo. "To the park then!" She announced and then held out her arms. "Stop hoggin' the kid, Cherokee, and hand her over." She said with a joking smile.
Cherokee laughed and carefully slid Carly into her mother's arms and together they all left for the park and their days were just like that. Peaceful and somehow quieter than they could ever remember. Life was still hard, life was always hard working around schedules and lives to still see eachother, to still remember at times that at one point they had banded together to make something better for themselves. Looking at eachother now and they could hardly remember any of it being real, even with old scars. They would see their children, the way Carly would begin to walk and how Emily smiled, and forget.
Life went on, and none of them realized just how much until it passed around them leaping from weeks to months, to years. Cherokee realized probably later just how quickly it went and the year when Emily first went to summer camp he asked Amma something he hadn't truly been sure about until that night. He would always be bad with putting things into words, but somehow this single thing had come to him easily.
The ring he had gotten her he had saved up for somehow, a couple of easy side jobs and maybe some errands here and there. He was a big guy and anyone would have picked him first when it came to moving things around, or just moving in general. At one point he worked on cars for awhile, something he had always been able to do, though the head mechanic had given him a suspicious look when one day he had hot wired an old car he had agreed to help fix up. There was no avoiding that sort of look, even if Cherokee wasn't that kind of guy anymore, he'd always look like it.
"My last name." He had said when he had earned the money, even though Amma earned enough for him to have bought the ring ages ago. Somehow, he felt this was something he had to do on his own. "I never told you it." He had felt the weight of the ring in his pocket all day and felt it now as they sat on their porch. He had looked to her with his light coloured eyes. "It's Faythe. Do you want it?"
((and I'd.... type moooore.... but I figure this is the point someone else can tack on finishing things... ANYTHING YOU'D WANNA MENTION, ETC. ETC.*dooone!*))
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 4:00 pm
((I'll end it! Haha So after this this thing will be OVER! Yes yes...YAY ANOTHER RP WENT ALL THE WAY THROUGH! Even if this is only our second one. D: It's still an accomplishment nonetheless.))
I would have never known exactly why God had looked on me after those twenty something years of darkness. I knew I didn't deserve anything He had granted me. I figured that in life it was best to not know some of these things. It was best to just take them as they came and not question His way. If you would ask me if I am a religious person, the answer is no. I wasn't raised as normal children were, going to church or mass on Sunday. In fact I was raised completely different. Growing up I didn't believe there was a God or some ultimate power watching over us. I had told myself if there was he thought I wasn't worth his time. All the time as I was growing up I believed only in myself and Darius. That was my religion, myself.
Now as I look back, sitting here in bed, writing in this journal, I think that I have found another religion. Sure there may be a God, but I don't know, honestly I don't care. If there is a God I thank him each day for the redemption and gifts he's given me. Otherwise, my religion is the people I love. I believe in the power of my friends and family. That's what has gotten me through that nightmare. If I hadn't had someone beside me, one person, I would have fallen and probably wouldn't be here, sitting up next to the man I love.
It's funny how things look out better in the end. When you have such a hard past it's difficult to remember the good things in life. Heck to even remember your life at all. It's easier with them. Yeah, I still think about Justin and Joker. There is never a day in my now happy life that I don't think of them. When I get the chance to talk to them about things, letting them catch up with my life. I like to think that as they watch me, where ever they may be, they smile and are happy. That's my wish for them, to be happy. I know they are, otherwise I couldn't be as happy as I am.
Going back to the days that have passed now. Alex has begun growing, Emily is bigger than I ever knew she could be, and Carly is growing even more as well. The rest of us of course stopped growing a while ago. I'm still short, Cherokee is still tall, Enzo is still short too, and Beatrix is still...well her. There isn't much left to say except that they are all here, living, and happy.
I had hoped he'd ask me to marry him. I hoped for quite a while. I figured I'd give him time to think. He was never fast in making decisions like that. I knew he wasn't as fast as me anyways. I never thought twice about things. It had been months of hoping until I figured that it would be okay to just stay unmarried. It was only a lawful bond anyways. The real thing that matter was our other bond. Yet after a day of working with sniffly children and sick teens he asked me. Sure, as a woman, you'll always dream of the perfect proposal. Maybe up in the mountaintops or in Paris, my perfect proposal would have been a night under the stars in some large field, fireflies all around us.
Well thats what dreams are, dreams. Hopes are more important. And as far as I'm concerned he fulfilled my hope long before this proposal. Even then I couldn't speak for nearly five minutes. I had stared down at him with disbelief and laughed it off for a moment until he just watched me with those serious eyes. I had asked if he was serious and when he didn't answer I knew he was. Faythe. It was the prettiest name you could think of. It wasn't any strange name like Smithington or Wigglebottom or anything that would get you teased about. He asked if I wanted it. Was he insane? Yeah he is insane, but maybe not as much as the rest of us. I agreeed.
Amma Faythe. It leaves a pleasant taste on your tongue when you say it. I pretty much say it everyday as a patient walks in. 'I'm your doctor, Amma Faythe.' Then they would smile and tell me how pretty a name it was. I would say of course it was, for such a pretty woman. They'd laugh or giggle, depending on the age.
Anything else I want to say? This is the last time I'll be writing in this journal. I figure there would be nothing drastic or sad to write about anymore. I won't need to write about anything to get it off my chest. I have friends around me that if it does happen, it's better than paper.
I started this journal is a dark impression on life. Sometimes I read back these worn pages just to remember. It's hard remembering when you're filling up with better memories. I used to write in here for the sake of sanity, now I am writing in here for the sake of one day passing it down to teach someone to not give up. Maybe I could make a book with it. I heard about books with journals. It'd be interesting. Even so, this is my last entry.
I want to tell anyone who is lost to never forget the good things in life. There is always someone out there who will help you find your way. Don't lose hope. Hope is the one thing that can find love. Even if it's the smallest of hope it will help you find the most important things in life. Without it, you'll lose yourself in the negative things.
I've been through hell and back, there's nothing you can tell me that I haven't figured out. With pain comes knowledge. Okay, but with joy comes something even better. There is now word to really describe what joy brings. But I'll tell you this much, it's better than anything in the world.
There is so much more I could write down right now. So much more I could tell you. But maybe I should leave some things untold, leave them up to you to discover, after all what's life without finding and discovering?
I told you my story. Make your own. I may have loved it, hated it, controlled it, I may have even been a God back then. But now I just love it. I love my life now. That's all I need now. I don't need power or hate.
It's behind me.
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