never would have guessed (decklyn)

[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/bp144-2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. Never would have guessed that a witch like Emeri would chose to go to the zoo on a day like this. Not only was it unusual, but it had never been done before. Emeri would usually much rather stay home and lay around to do absolutely nothing all day. It was one of the rare occasions when she got a day off from her hectic job. She didn’t completely hate her job, but she got tired of seeing blood everywhere, broken bones, and old people that could barely eat their soup because they were as old as dust. She just wanted to go one day without having to see someone injured and in the ER. Being an ER nurse was probably the most tiring job she had ever had, and the long hours gave her dark circles under her eyes, an achy back, achy feet, and overall just made her really exhausted. But today she had gotten a full night’s worth of sleep, and slept until noon. She had never done that before. It was an amazing feeling, too. One she knew she would probably never get again. Still, it was nice to have done it once and know what it was like. And now it was around two in the afternoon on a Thursday and there seemed to be some kind of field trip today. It wasn’t that Emeri didn’t like children, she just didn’t want them around her when she was trying to…do whatever this was. She didn’t really know exactly, she had just thought going to the zoo would be a nice change in scenery. Instead it had smelled like shit and there were annoying kids all over the place. Emeri mentally slapped herself and she shook her head as one passed by. The girl, who had her white blond curly hair up in pigtails and big bright blue eyes, stopped right in front of her and stood there staring at her. Emeri looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this. No one seemed to notice either of them. “Beat it, kid.” She said. The girl smiled cheerfully showing two missing front teeth. “I like your ring.” She said, her “r” sounding like a “w”. Emeri looked down at the opal ring on her finger and tried smiling. “Tha—“ she started, but the child started running off. Emeri rolled her eyes. She couldn’t even say a proper thank you. Whatever, she didn’t need to she guessed. Something caught her eye, and she turned to look to her left. The same girl with the pigtails had stopped by one of the monkey cages. Emeri looked at her with interest. She little girl put up her finger and Emeri said a little spell to make her be able to hear what the girl was saying. It sounded like… I’ll be damned. she thought. The innocent looking girl was a witch, too. Apparently her mother or father decided it was a good idea to tell a nine year old looking girl about it. Wasn’t there like a tradition or something to be told on your thirteenth birthday? She forgot. She didn’t really care, either because she wasn’t going to go digging into her memories to her thirteenth birthday. Emeri had never before had a good birthday. She had never had a birthday party, or birthday cake, or made a wish when she blew out the candles. That stuff only happened in movies and to people that didn’t have awful parents. A father who had skipped out on them and a mother that had turned to drugs. Ugh the past. The thing that hurt the most. The thing she hated to ever think about. The subject that snick up on her so many times without her even realizing it. She hated it. She almost hated her mother. But she didn’t. It was a confusing circle of love and hate and no one, not even Emeri, understood what she felt half of the time. She just wanted to be a normal person with a normal past that didn’t suck, or make her hate people in general. Emeri stayed on the bench and let the kids pass her by without giving them a second glance. She just stared at the monkey cage where the little blonde girl was and let her mind go completely blank. For once, she was finally beginning to forget about things.

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

[atrb=border,0,true] It smelled like animal shit. And popcorn. Maybe a hint of dead fish snuck in there too. Not exactly the nicest combination of scents but somehow they weren't as offensive when you were smelling them at the zoo. Which is exactly where Decklyn found himself that afternoon, though unlike most of the other people meandering about the place he was here for business rather than pleasure. Which was somewhat unfortunate seeing as it was a beautiful day and he was a big fan of zoo's in general. Also having an unfortunate day was the eighty year old lady who had just collapsed inside one of the buildings here. Apparently the wild safari 3D theater experience was a little too intense for her, or at least that's what his partner had joked about after they had pulled up to the entrance. This one seemed like it was going to be a fairly straight forward job which Decklyn was grateful for, not only for the lady but because he, for one, was more than ready to call it a day. Riding the coat tails of a double shift already, he'd just been about to head home when the call had come in for the collapsee at the zoo. Being the only ones there just then he and his partner didn't have much of a choice in taking it and honestly he didn't mind. Still, he was glad it wasn't taking too much energy or brain power right then. Zoo staff directed them to the small safari themed building that housed the theater where the elderly woman, her daughter and two small grandchildren were still inside. The rest of the audience had been let out so there was no problem getting the stretcher down the aisle and next to the seats where the staff had the woman laying. She was conscious but white as a ghost and appeared to be having trouble breathing, which had been already relayed to them on the way by the 911 operator. "Good afternoon Ma'am. My name's Decklyn and we're going to get you on your way to the hospital alright," Spoken in a calm, light tone meant purposely to set the person it was directed to at ease. However, the potential heart attack victim was having none of it. "Get your hands off of me! I'm perfectly fine!" Raising an eyebrow slightly, Decklyn stood up and took a step back, looking up at the worried daughter. "Mother! You passed out! I wouldn't call that fine. Now let them take you to the hospital," The older woman shook her head stubbornly. "No! I am not getting into that ambulance!" Glancing at his partner who shrugged lightly, Decklyn sighed inwardly. Easy, this was supposed to have been easy. "Why do you have to be so stubborn! Why can't you just do something without being difficult for once?" This came from the daughter, who was looking more harried by the moment as she continued to argue with her mother while attempting to keep her two small children from running around the theater. "I will not be poked and prodded by some likely incompetent doctor! I'm fine! If this zoo had their shuttle fixed we wouldn't have had to walk all the way up here and this wouldn't have happened! As soon as I get home I'm contacting my lawyer!" And on and on it went for the next ten minutes until in the end the old woman got her way and refused the ambulance sent for her. As they headed back out to the rig, Decklyn shook his head as his partner made a scoffing noise. "Well that was fun. Big fat waste of tim-" His complaint was cut short as one of the zoo staff came hurrying over. "Sir!" she called out, aiming the words at Decklyn who was closest to her. "There's some paper work the manager of the zoo needs you to fill out. For the accident report. Normally it could wait but with the lady calling her lawyer..." she shrugged apologetically as her voice trailed off and Decklyn nodded. "Go on ahead and get back to the hospital, I'll take care it. My shift's over anyway," After helping get the stretcher back into the ambulance and sending his partner on his way, the blonde paramedic followed the woman to the zoo office where he filled out the necessary paperwork they needed, taking in their thank you's with a nod and a smile as he left. Planning on walking the short distance back to his apartment he took his time as he made his way down one of the many paths you could take around the place. At one point he passed behind a bench and realized with some surprise he recognized the person sitting there. Well of all people... "If you're waiting for the monkey's to start dancing you're gonna be there a while,"

[/b] he deadpanned, stopping beside the bench. "Although the shit throwing fights can be pretty entertaining if you get lucky," [/div]

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ENOUGH WORDS FOR EMERI. IT'S KINDA MEH BUT <33333 SOCKMONKEY.

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[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/bp144-2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. It was odd to her how relaxing a zoo could be, even if it did smell a bit disgusting. She wasn’t really sure why she would ever come back here though because she could be just as relaxed at home where it smelled nice and fresh. She was quite content other than the smell though. the small girl had run off about five minutes ago, so she was once again looking around the zoo at the multitude of children. They seemed to be dispersing, so she was left in the silence of the day. The only problem with silence, was the fact that it brought her mind to a wandering state. Most of the time she was good at controlling where her thoughts went, but today seemed unnatural. Her mind went off to work, a place she didn’t really even like. The problem with being a nurse was that she sometimes had to work double shifts at night, so when she got home, she was dead tired and her feet hurt. She understood now why the mothers on all those television shows would complain about how they didn’t want to do anything because their feet and back hurt. She would never have to ask what they meant because now she knew. If she ever had children, which was practically impossible anyways, she wouldn’t enjoy having to explain all of the tiring things she did at work. She knew her job wasn’t as bad as some peoples though. she knew that the ER doctors she worked with had an even rougher time on most nights because they were the ones making all of the calls and making decisions on what to do in the case of serious injuries. For instance, if a car crash patient came in and had internal bleeding, the ER doctor would have to tell everyone involved in helping the poor guy instructions on what to do. Sometimes the patients died, which was terrible, and had to be even worse on the doctor’s shoulders. Having to go and tell the family that they had lost their loved one was probably the thing they looked forward to. It was hard sometimes having to deal with people’s lives in their hands, but the thing that made it better was being able to save a life. It happened every day, and there was at least one person every night that she was able to save. All of the pain was worth that for her. She hadn’t realized that an ambulance had come to the zoo. She hadn’t even heard the sirens going off. It was only when she heard a sort of familiar voice did she realize one had stopped by. And it was only because he was wearing his ambulance-man uniform. She turned around and looked at the man that had spoken. It seemed like he was trying to tell a joke, but she didn’t really find shit throwing very funny. Really there wasn’t anything funny in the world in her opinion. There always seemed to be something to bring down her mood whether it was shit, people she didn’t have any interest in talking to, or simply having her thoughts directed at her tragic past. She had found that in the city of Manuka, there was always that one person that had to introduce themselves like she wanted to get to know them. Really, if she wanted to make friends with you, she would engage in conversation first. Emeri was never one to start conversation, therefore she was never one to make friends. She was content that way, too. She didn’t need friends—or people at all—to be happy. Being alone was when she was most satisfied with herself and her life. Instead of being the usual off putting girl that she was, Emeri found herself moving over on the bench for him to sit next to her. She crossed her right leg over her left and moved her bag out of the way. “You’re…” she had to think about his name. She knew she had seen him multiple times at the hospital, and they had even exchanged names and a few words here and there. He had seemed like a decent guy, too, which was weird because most people she met at the hospital were kind of annoying. Oh! Now she remembered his name. “Decklyn, right?” she said and took her eyes off of the monkeys to look at him. the face seemed to match the name. “You’re working?” she asked and pointed to his uniform. She didn’t really know what the paramedics did while they were out there on the job, but she never thought that they went to the zoo. It was such an odd place to go while working. Nonetheless, it apparently happened. Emeri had always wondered what it was like to be a paramedic because it seemed like the kind of job someone could get a real rush. Having to save someone in such a small amount of time, with such little equipment seemed amazing to her. All of the medics were pretty amazing in her opinion though, just because they were also in the business of saving lives just like her. She couldn’t really imagine ever killing someone. It seemed like if she were ever to do that, it would be an abomination because she was the one saving lives. She had never met anyone that had killed another person, either. The questions that most people asked, would really just be nonexistent. She probably wouldn’t care why they did it, how they did it, or any of that crap. She would just want to get the hell away from them as quickly as she could so that she wouldn’t be on their “to do list”. It was scary to know that there were killers in every city. It was even scarier to know she was actually the prey of killers, or hunters. She was always being careful with what she did and how often she used magic. It was only ever used in the privacy of her own home or when she absolutely needed it to heal someone. Even then it was sparsely.

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

[atrb=border,0,true] When it came right down to it Decklyn enjoyed the zoo as much as any of the kids that were here. I mean, who didn't like looking at animals and stuffing your face with every type of sweet and salty junk food that was out there? In the summer he was probably here at least once every two weeks with his nephew. The boy was three, almost three and a half actually, and for him it wouldn't have been too much if they came every single day. He'd visited the place often enough he was more than familiar with all of the animals and was on good terms with plenty of the staff too which was one of the reasons he'd volunteered to stay and finish up the paper work to document the little ambulance trip here in the first place. In his personal opinion there was nothing more relaxing than sitting and watching any of the said creatures here throughout the day, playing, eating whatever. They were so much more chill about it all than people. There was no hurry, no fighting, no making a big scene out of nothing. No stress, no deadline to meet, just doing their thing without a care in the world. To someone who was accustomed to having the weight of other people's lives on his shoulders ninety percent of the time the thought was a calming one to say the least. Here he could just let that weight slip from his shoulders and just enjoy himself, or at least most of the time. Today of course he was here on business not pleasure though as far as places he could have ended up went this was by far one of the best to his mind. Still he hadn't been planning on hanging around even though his shift was over now, technically for quite a few hours really but that was neither here nor there by this point. Upon spotting that familiar profile, however, that plan had changed slightly. Though most people might have simply walked by or maybe just given a small wave Decklyn was the type who, if he knew you even a little, would stop and greet you at the very least. And why not? He couldn't say he knew the girl all that well, but they had talked a few times at the hospital in between the more hectic moments. From what he'd seen she was one hell of a nurse and certainly knew how to do her job and do it well. He'd never heard a bad word about her from any of the doctors which in that place was saying something. Among her fellow nurses he had to admit he'd heard a few less than nice remarks, though more concerning her rather stand offish demeanor than her proficiency at her job. He had to admit she could tend to give off some rather stony looking glares but unlike most of the high strung women she worked with he wasn't too off put by that sort of thing. Honestly it just made him curious to know why someone who he'd seen be so compassionate and caring with the patients do their best to be bitchy with everyone else. Knowing that he was actually a little surprised when she met his arrival by sliding over on the bench in an unspoken invitation for him to sit down. He skirted around the side of the bench to do just that as she paused to consider him before saying his name in a question like manner, obviously not quite certain. Giving a slight nod to affirm that was indeed his name, he chuckled softly as she asked if he was working, the stubborn old bat's face coming back to mind. "I was trying to but the woman wasn't having anything to do with it," A mischievous twinkle touched his eyes as he added nonchalantly, "I think she might have been a little overwhelmed by my rugged good looks and just couldn't think straight but yeah I was just finishing up the paperwork for the accident report and heading out," Glancing over at the brunette beside him he studied her lightly. "And then I saw you so here I am," Leaning back against the bench he draped his arm casually across the back of it, giving what appeared to be an absent glance around to anyone who might have been looking but was far from it actually. Being observant was part of his job, both of them really. It kept the people he was working to save alive and left the ones he was sent after the ones who ended up dead. With the current scene tucked into his memory his attention was given over again to her, his head tilting slightly as he asked curiously, "So you here by yourself or one of these urchins in your charge?" He was pretty sure she didn't have kids but that didn't mean that there weren't kids in her life like he had his nephew for instance.

oh I feel your heartbeat

ENOUGH WORDS FOR EMERI. I SUCK I'M SORRY. BUT HERE IT IS FINALLY. SOCKMONKEY.

[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/bp144-2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. She wasn’t one to laugh at many jokes. Her sense of humor left her long before her mother withdrew from all reality. Only when she was really comfortable with someone, when she had finally let down those thick barriers around herself did she ever really relax around a person and let herself laugh at someone’s jokes. She didn’t mean to seem like a complete bitch or anything, but she couldn’t find that same joy in things like other people. A simple joke didn’t lighten her gloomy mood, not did it make her want to smile with some sense of relief that there was actually something to smile at in the world. It was just not the same for her anymore. She had to learn to grow up too quickly and didn’t really have much time for innocence or time to just be a child. It was hard to even think back to what was supposed to be her childhood. It was all filled with a passed out mother and whatever guy she had decided to bring home that night, syringes, already smoked pipes, and bottles lying around on the floor. It was hard to live with, but she had gotten through life thus far, and nothing could tear her down. She was a complex person. She didn’t really care about people in general, yet she worked as a nurse where she saved lives. Sometimes, she even used magic on those patients. But it was perhaps because those people that came in reminded her so much of her own mother. Unable to recover on their own, addicted to some of the worst things, or the ones that were helpless and were struck with the worst luck. The kids were the worst to see. They were helpless, unconscious, and put in the hands of the doctors and nurses to make them all better. It was the sense that her mother was basically a child, helpless, hung by a tight string by the drugs, helpless against herself, that made her want to become a doctor. To save those who were like the one person she had left in the world. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she was a very self-reliable person and she would be sure that she did it. She liked to push herself to be better because she knew no one else would. No one had before, and she wasn’t going to wait on anyone to start it up. The only person she could even see motivating her to do something would be Chandler, but he forgot that she was in school. Emeri looked over at the man who sat beside her. She wasn’t quite sure why she invited him to sit next to her, but she was slightly intrigued when he told her about the woman who didn’t want anything to do with his assistance. Her brows furrowed when he called himself good looking, but she didn’t deny anything. She wasn’t really sure what society’s view of what was pretty or handsome was, but she was pretty sure any girl that looked at him would swoon. She was different, though. She didn’t see people for their substance, who they were. It was probably why she had so few friends, other than the fact that she was pretty cold to everyone. She found herself wondering where he was going after the paperwork, but hesitated to ask. Instead of asking him where he was going, since she could see the heaviness under his eyes, she asked, “What happened to her?” The woman seemed to be stubborn, like a lot of older patients seemed to be. It was a peculiar thing how they all thought they didn’t need any kind of help from the doctors or nurses. They all thought they could get better, faster, by themselves, without any of the hospital’s advances in medicine that they couldn’t get at home of by prescription. She would put on a nice smile for them, calm them down, and if they continued to argue, and no one was around, she took matters into her own hands. Either she would heal them, or she would make them easier to work with. Mostly she would just heal them so she didn’t have to hear their moaning and aggravating voices. Emeri felt him lean back into the bench and rest his arm around it, but she didn’t feel awkward like she usually would have. She glanced down at his arm as he looked around the zoo for a moment before asking, “So why did you come here? To this bench?” Emeri crossed her arms under her chest and looked at him almost suspiciously. No one really ever came over to her to purposefully talk to her. They all just ignored her presence until a situation called for her assistance. And she was really okay with that. So why, suddenly, was a man with whom she had barely been acquainted want to come over here and talk to her? It was odd, and she had weird feeling about both it and this man. She couldn’t put her finger on just what it was, and only time would expose what it was. So she simply let the question hang for a moment before answering his other question. “No, I’m here alone,” she said and looked around at the children running around still. It made her long for a time where she could let everything go and just enjoy the moment. She had had a dream once to go far away from Manuka and escape to a field of wild tulips or sunflowers and just get lost in them, not having to worry about getting to work one day or a patient that needed her help to recover. Just one day of complete tranquility could go a long way for the witch. She hadn’t had one in a long time. It was what today was sort of supposed to be, but so far it hadn’t gone as planned. She doubted it would get any better now though.

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

[atrb=border,0,true] Decklyn was well aware that his sometimes dry sense of humor didn't always amuse everyone but that never stopped him from making the remarks that he did either. In most cases it brought a laugh or at least a smile from the other person but this girl didn't even twitch. He wasn't the type to offend easily though, nor did he really mind if she said anything at all to his little comment about his rugged good looks. Arrogant as that might have sounded to someone who didn't now him, the paramedic was about as far from conceited as someone could be. Looks were mostly deceiving anyway and as far as he was concerned meant nothing unless you had something on the inside to back it up. There were plenty of pretty faces in this city, more so than maybe even other places if only due to the more diverse population and Emeri's face was definitely among those ranks. Unlike others though somehow Decklyn was quite sure there was quite a bit more behind her pretty features than just an empty head. You didn't do what she did with the skill that she did it without having some brains up there though it was who she was behind it all that really intrigued him. Studying people was something he found himself doing regularly throughout the day, strangers, co-workers, patients, it didn't matter. If they were there he tried his best to figure them out. It might have seemed like a stranger sort of quirk to be so intrigued by what made people tick but Decklyn found it often made him a better friend, paramedic, and just person in general. It was amazing what you found once you got behind the masks everyone seemed to put on for the outside world. The grouchy old man suddenly became the heart broken husband who just recently lost his wife. The teenager with the bad attitude was just a scared kid with no one around who really cared. Granted there were some people who just plain liked to make life miserable for other's without any real reason but for the most part Decklyn had found that there was always a story behind everyone's actions. Even the woman from earlier who'd given him such a hard time about getting in the ambulance likely had some reason behind it, whether it was fear from a previous experience or just the sudden thought that she wasn't as invulnerable as she had thought. And this pretty brown haired girl beside him on the bench was no different. She had a story, a reason for why she was like she was and Decklyn found himself very much wishing he could find out just what that story was. He liked to think that maybe if he knew the why of it all then maybe he could be a better friend, or well co-worker in this case, though he wouldn't have minded getting to the point that he could call her a friend. He got the impression she didn't have very many of them, good ones at least. "She fainted in one of the buildings is all," he replied in answer to her query about the old woman. "The daughter wanted an ambulance brought just in case but, well, you know the rest of that story. As far as I know she made her daughter take them home," he added, shaking his head slightly with a faint smile flickering across his lips. It was always funny how stubborn people could be when it came to acknowledging they had a problem. Whether it was his casual action of draping his arm over the back of the bench or just her normal nature showing but her arms crossed over chest then as she aimed what he would definitely describe as a suspicious look at him. For some reason it made him want to chuckle but he refrained, not wanting her to think he was laughing at her because he wouldn't have been. Just the way she questioned his reason for stopping there to say hi to her in the first place was amusing. Like he had to have some ulterior motive aside from simply being friendly. Tilting his head at her slightly, he offered an amused smile. "Well my mother always told me it was rude to pass by someone you knew without saying hi for one," he remarked lightly, drumming his fingers softly against the back of the bench for a second. [b"And well, I like talking to you. At least if you call exchanging a couple of words here and there talking,"

[/b][/color] Another slightly mischevious smile played on his lips, somehow just a natural action it seemed as he referred to the rather hectice atmosphere of the hospital. Whether or not that would ease her wariness for his presence here he didn't really know but it was the truth plain and simple.

A slight lift of his chin was given at her answer that she was here alone. "Not gonna lie, I wouldn't have pegged you as a zoo person," he remarked in what probably seemed a rather blunt manner but the soft spoken way he said the words suggested it wasn't meant to come off as judgmental. Just an observation. "So what's your favorite animal?" [/div]

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ENOUGH WORDS FOR EMERI. I SUCK I'M SORRY. BUT HERE IT IS FINALLY. SOCKMONKEY.

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[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/bp144-2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. It was hard to not listen to Decklyn’s voice. It was smooth, but he spoke with so much positive input that you couldn’t help but want him to keep on talking. Usually when she met or was around people she knew from work, she tried to make their conversations short, not so sweet, and to the point. If being blunt and frank made her seem like a bitch, then so be it. But she had a lot more things to worry about than having an extensive conversation with someone when there were patients to be waited on and taken care of. Even if it was outside of the work environment, she didn’t want to sit around and chat up a storm with someone. She just wasn’t a people person. Especially because when she did have time off of work, she would rather spend it alone or with someone who didn’t make her aggravated. The hospital was almost always crowded with people, doctors, patients, and nurses alike. You couldn’t turn your head and find an empty hallway. So having alone time on your off days was special. It was something you just didn’t mess with. When she wanted to be alone, she would stay home, take a nice long hot bath, maybe read a while, and sleep. One thing she didn’t really understand was why she would be here if she had intended on being alone. The animals were interesting and all very beautiful to look at, but the smell was horrendous. There were also children running around everywhere, putting yet another damper on her day. But then this human came along and it somehow seemed that she actually didn’t want to run away from him. She didn’t get the feeling that she would rather be anywhere but here. It was odd, but she didn’t think about it too much. She just listened to his confident voice explain what he was doing here. An interesting enough case, she supposed. She would have guessed a broken arm or a kid passing out somewhere, but an old lady was always fun. She had known quite the few older women that were regulars. There was always something wrong with them—a broken hip, surgery to fix one of their broken hips, knee replacements, etc, etc, and so on. One of the old ladies had noticed how off putting she was and tried to tell Emeri how “someone as beautiful as her shouldn’t be so ugly to people”. She didn’t explain her situation to the woman. What business was it to her how she acted towards people. Since it was her job to help her and not get into deep conversations with her, she let it go and promised to try her best. It was complete crap though. The witch felt his fingers tap on the back of the bench. No matter how much she wanted to cringe, she kept her face blank and didn’t move away. She didn’t want to seem rude to someone who had already shown how nice he was. Although it didn’t seem much like her, she actually didn’t want to hurt his feelings by moving away from his hand. Even coming to realize this was remarkable. The only other person she knew who she would never hurt was Chandler. She could never hurt him. The boy had been in enough pain in his lifetime to have anyone bother him ever again. She could barely tolerate his brother because of how badly he treated his own family. She didn’t know how people could just throw their family aside like they didn’t mean a single thing. Emeri had taken care of her mother since she could remember. No matter how much she wanted to stop loving her mom, or how much she wanted to give up on her, she had never, and will never do it. There was always hope, right? Her mom was the sole reason that she was a nurse. When she was working, it was like she was helping her mom in some way. Every patient was in need of someone’s assistance, and Emeri was willing to give it to them and help as much as she knew how. As much as she wanted to use magic on all the people she tended to, she knew that there were restrictions and if she used it too much there was a greater risk of being found out. That was the last thing she wanted to happen. She was a little shocked when Decklyn said that he liked talking to her. She looked at his with one eyebrow raised and suspicion all over her face. “No one likes talking to me though. Unless you count the one friend I have,” she said and let her hands drop from under her chest. She set them lightly in her lap. Most people who actually had a conversation with her were grateful to be able to leave. It didn’t bother her any, cause she felt exactly the same. So why would enjoy her company, of all people? This time he actually did make her smile. Her teeth even showed a bit, which could be considered a great compliment. “Trust me, I’m not,” she said actually amused. What the hell had gotten into her? She was smiling, not wanting to get away from someone, and actually beginning to enjoy being around them? And she didn’t even really know this guy at all. It was hard to make her smile, and yet he had easily made it shine through. It took Chandler a good while before she would even be nice to him, let alone be able to get her to grin. It was scary, almost a little intimidating. She wasn’t used to this. She didn’t like it, really. Emeri let her smile fade and felt her face harden once again. Her walls began building up even higher now that she was aware of how quickly they were coming down while being around Decklyn. “Giraffes and elephants,” she answered his question simply and quickly, not going into too much detail. She had yet to go see any of the African animals yet, because they were all favored by her more than any of the others. She thought going on an African safari would be pretty amazing. She would like to do it one day in the future. Maybe if her mom were to ever sober up, they could make it a mother-daughter trip. Though she doubted that would ever happen, it was still a nice dream. “What are yours?” she asked, actually kind of interested to know. Another scary thing. She wanted to know something about him. What was with this whole situation?

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

[atrb=border,0,true] Decklyn had been told quite a few times by people, patients mostly, that he had a nice voice. Smooth and calming. Honestly he'd never really paid much attention to it or what it sounded like really. I mean, who ever really focused on listening to themselves when you were talking anyway? No one he wanted to talk to at least. For him the best part of having a conversation with someone was getting to see their reaction and hearing the tones in their voice. Happy, sad, wistful, bitter, you could pick up a lot just by listening to someone. Sometimes that was all people really wanted, was just to be heard, to feel like someone cared about them, even if it was a complete stranger they were talking to. He couldn't even count how many times he'd been riding in the back of an ambulance with a patient and by the time they reached the hospital he knew more about just what was happening in their life than their family did. Most of the time it wasn't because they didn't care it was just that everyone was always so busy. Too busy. Busy with their lives, with their kids, with their jobs and they just didn't have time to really sit and listen. Or some just didn't want to hear it until they almost didn't get the chance. And some didn't. If there was one thing his job had taught Decklyn it was that life wasn't guaranteed, you didn't always get a second chance. If you had something to say, say it then or risk regretting it for the rest of your life. So he did his best to 'live in the moment' or whatever the that cliche shit was called these days. It certainly made you be less selfish that way at the very least. So the people who didn't normally get noticed or maybe didn't even want to be noticed, well he noticed them. It was probably a habit that could also be attributed to his other "job", having to always be observant and see things that other people wouldn't ususally pay any attention to. Emeri for instance. She wasn't one to attract attention to herself, spoke little and when she did it was short and to the point. And not necessarily nicely either. In fact, most people at the hospital avoided her if they could help it and she seemed to actually prefer it that way though he wasn't quite convinced of that just yet. She might have come across as being about as approachable as a cactus but Decklyn had seen her with some of the patients and she wasn't all prickles and needles. In fact she actually had a nice voice as well, soft and sweet, though he imagined she'd throw daggers at him if he actually were to tell her that. Still he found her intriguing and well curious to know why someone who for all practical purposes was nothing short of a bitch to everyone around her had chosen such a compassion fueled career. To someone else it might have been seen as she was doing it for the money but to him it simply meant there was more there than meets the eye and he wanted to know what that was. And he wasn't lying when he said he enjoyed talking to her. Though the look on her face suggested she was less than convinced of the truth of that statement. A short little half smile tugged at one side of his lips. "Well I honest to God do like talking to you so you can make that two people now," His blue eyes glanced down at her, noting the way her hands were lowered to rest in her lap, suggesting she was not quite as tense as she'd been a moment ago when he'd rested his arm across the back of the bench. No one else probably would have noticed because she did an excellcent job of hiding the discomfort but her breathing had shifted ever so slightly, an almost ridiculous thing to take note of but important nonetheless. Little things were his specialty you might say, kind of had to be really if he wanted to survive. The slightest change could mean getting shot in the head or dodging just in time. If there was one thing about being born into a family of assassins it was they did teach you some pretty handy skills. The small little smile that his remark about her not being a zoo person coaxed out was slightly surprising. He was pretty sure he'd never seen her even give anything close to a hint of a smile at the hospital, at least not when he was around to see such a thing. Which granted wasn't that often really. Still it was nice to see and he found himself wanting to see her smile again. "I wasn't either until my nephew decided it was, and I quote, "his favoritest place ever in the whole entire world". Come often enough and it sort of grows on you I guess," The lighter look had already started to fade and was once again being replaced by that stony gaze she always seemed to have permanently etched across her features. She was still pretty though or at least he thought so. The smile had just highlighted it all that much more even if it had been tiny. She gave a very brief answer to his question, wasting no breath on it but it still made him smile. So she liked African animals huh? Just one more little piece of the puzzle that was Emeri Donahue for him to put together in his head. He was a little surprised when she asked him what his were since she'd yet to really ask him anything that had to do with himself personally. "Cheetahs and sloths," he replied, well aware of the irony with those two choices. He loved the raw power of watching a cheetah run, how streamlined and simple they made it look. And sloths, well, they weren't the prettiest little buggers but they sure always seemed happy. Took life one inch at a time. No fuss, no worries. Glancing slightly at his watch he shifted his gaze towards Emeri, an eyebrow raising slightly in question. "I'm not holding you up from being anywhere am I?"

oh I feel your heartbeat

ENOUGH WORDS FOR EMERI. I SUCK I'M SORRY. BUT HERE IT IS FINALLY. SOCKMONKEY.

[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/bp144-2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. She would probably never understand why someone like Decklyn would ever enjoy talking to someone like her. she barely knew him or ever talked to him before this. She was sure he would get bored or annoyed just like all the others. The only other person Emeri had ever liked talking to was Chandler. He was such a sweet and gentle man even though he was built like a house and people were intimidated by him simply because of his size. He was the only actual friend outside of work that she had. She didn’t really count Shay as a friend because she saw him as something more of a coworker than anything. But she could see herself actually being friends with the warlock. Still, she didn’t want to because it would just distract her from her work. When she was in the ER she didn’t want anyone talking to her and messing her up. She wanted to keep her mind focused on the patients and not the pity drama that some of the nurses tried to start for entertainment. They had tried starting one about her, but she set the record straight and told them off for starting lies about her. after that they just called her a bitch. But a bitch that was a damn good nurse. That was all that mattered to her in the end. “Okay, but I think you’re going to end up realizing that there’s nothing really interesting about me and you’ll just move on.” She looked at the monkey cage as she spoke, not wanting to look at him. if her life wasn’t so messed up she was sure she would be different. If her mom hadn’t been such a drug addict and taken Emeri’s life down with her own, she was positive that she would always be the way she was when she was around Chandler. Instead, she had a wall a mile high and twice as thick. She just couldn’t let people get into her life for fear of them ruining it and breaking her already fragile heart. Emeri may seem like a cold hearted bitch, but she was only that way because she was so vulnerable deep down inside. She didn’t let people see her vulnerability. It was much too risky. She didn’t make herself an easy target for heartache, and avoided it completely if possible. It was why she was so wary of Decklyn in the first place. She didn’t like that he had made her laugh. It came out accidentally, really, and it made her nervous. She wasn’t used to smiling at jokes or stories. She just let them talk and moved on with it without really giving a crap about what they had said. That was why no one told her stories anymore. They always wanted some kind of reaction out of her, but she never gave it to them. It made them feel like crap, which was good because so was their stupid story. But Decklyn somehow brought life to his story. Even if it was a short one when he told her about his nephew, it was still pretty adorable. She could just imagine a kid saying “favoritest” like it was the best word on the planet. She hated it when the patients that came in were children, but she was always so relieved when they went home happy as ever. She was always sweet to the kids. She could never be grouchy towards one, especially if they were injured and in the emergency room. They were already scared, why make them terrified? “He sounds like a cute kid,” she said hiding the little glimpse of a smile by biting the inside of her cheek. Because she would feel terrible being so rude to someone who had managed to make her laugh once already, she asked about him. she was sure he was surprised by the look upon his face. When he told her his favorite animals, she giggled. No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, it came out. She covered her mouth and finally just let it come out. What’s the worst laughing could do? she though. So she uncovered her mouth and burst into laughter. “That’s quite the combination you have there,” she said still smiling. They were pretty much the opposite in every way possible. Emeri shook her head. “I’m off today and tomorrow actually,” she said. “I needed a break. I was getting too tired what with being in school as well.” She hadn’t realized that she started opening up to him until after she already told him. she got this weird feeling, but let it go and tried to forget about it in the meantime.

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

[atrb=border,0,true] Decklyn was something of a 'people watcher' you could say. Even when he was working he was constantly taking in the bodies around him, noting little things as well as bigger things. How they had ran their hand through their hair ten times in the last two minutes. How they were doing everything physically possible to keep a straight face when all they really wanted to do was let loose with whatever emotion was clawing to get out. Whether or not they liked the attention or eyes on them or whether they would have much rather crawled into a hole and hidden themselves away. Some of it probably didn't seem all that important but the paramedic had learned quite early on that sometimes it was the little things that were the most important of all. And just like the rest of the hospital staff, Emeri hadn't missed his notice. How could she miss anyone's notice really? The girl was gorgeous, in a not even having to try sort of way. Or at least Decklyn thought so. Still that wasn't the main reason he wanted to get to know her better. In his opinion the guys that went after girls just because they were 'hot' were nothing but tools who needed a good smack upside the head. He had a pretty good idea that any guy who tried to come onto her with that sort of garbage didn't make it very far and were probably lucky to get out with their balls still intact. Honestly he was a little bit surprised she was being as nice as she was to him so far. Her rather matter of fact words seemed to suggest that was what most people did that tried to get to know her. Either by their own design or her giving them the cold shoulder. Tilting his head slightly, he raised an eyebrow slightly, a bit of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "You think so huh?" he mused softly before adding in a good natured tone, "Well I think I'm gonna prove you wrong then," He was sure she was plenty of things but uninteresting was certainly not one of them. At least not as far as he was concerned. She was definitely a bit of a mystery though which captivated him even more. There was more to her than just the title of 'biggest bitch to ever set foot in the hospital' or 'the girl who couldn't show any emotion if she tried' or at least that was according to the rest of the nurses and staff. No, you didn't just go into the field of medicine without having some sort of desire deep down to take care of others. That was just how it was. At least with the ones who did their jobs with any sort of passion and care. And she did care. Even if she did put up a cold wall when it came to everybody else, there was a genuine care and compassion in how she took care of her patients. Especially the kids. She probably didn't even know he had seen that side of her but that was one advantage of being the paramedic. The doctors and nurses were so intent on taking care of the patient they barely noticed the guys who'd just brought them through the doors, not unless they had questions. And almost as if to prove he was right she had even let out a little laugh at the explanation he'd given as to when and why he'd become such a fan of the zoo. If it had been anyone else he'd assume it was done out of politeness but he seriously doubted that was typical of her and the sound was the genuine thing. It was cute, a soft little giggle that he guessed most people wouldn't have put with her until they heard it. "Yeah, he has his moments," He agreed with a soft chuckle while referring to his little nephew, who was indeed an adorable kid. Or so he thought but then again he was also a bit biased seeing as he was also his 'favoritest' not to mention only uncle. "There'd definitely be no sitting on a bench for even one second if he was here now that's for sure," The kid was one little ball of energy it seemed and Decklyn had often wished there was some way to harness that for himself. If he'd been suprised at the soft little giggle she'd let escape a few moments ago then he was almost shocked when she let out an actual full on laugh at his answer to what his favorite animals were. The sound was one you just couldn't help but smile at when you heard it and he did just that, lifting a hand from where it rest on the arm of the bench in a nonchalant way. "What can I say? I like different," he remarked lightly. Seeing the smile still lingering on her face it struck him just how bright her eyes were when she wasn't glaring with them. He gave a slight nod of his head at her response. "Juggling both can definitely be tough. You seem to handle it better than a lot of them do though. No meltdowns in the middle of the ER yet," The last part was added with a slightly dry smile, referring to what seemed to be a yearly happening among a good handful of the interns working there. She was strong that much was clear. Everybody had their breaking point though and Decklyn would have hated to see her forced to reach hers. "How much longer until you're finished?"

oh I feel your heartbeat

ENOUGH WORDS FOR EMERI. FJSIOFJSIOFJASOI THEY ARE JUST TOO MUCH. <333 SOCKMONKEY.

[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/bp144-2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. NEVER.WOULD.HAVE.GUESSED. People were always going to be in her life, whether she liked it or not. But Emeri still hadn’t come to terms with it yet. With her job, she had to greet patients every day. Some she greeted with a small, almost shy smile, and others she passed by without saying much of anything at all. It all really depended on who it was she had to treat that day. Most of the time if it were a young child she would try her best to do more for them to try to get them to understand that she was there to help and not to hurt them anymore. If it were an older person she would try to be a little nicer because they always seemed to be sweet (though there was always the occasional grump, and she liked them more because they understood why she was as unhappy as they were). However, if a man of Decklyn’s age came in, she would give him neither a smile nor any conversation at all. She didn’t have time for small talk with people who were stupid. Unless something terrible like being hit by a drunk driver or something were to happen, she didn’t converse with them whatsoever. She had gotten complaints, but the head of the ER didn’t bother to fire her because she was one of the hardest working and best nurses (hopefully soon-to-be doctors) that they had on staff. Emeri glanced sideways at Decklyn who was apparently full of surprises, and lifted her chin as if she was proud of something. Though she wasn’t exactly proud to say that she knew people disliked her, she didn’t regret it. She, in fact, quite liked that people no longer bothered her. She liked that they didn’t want to talk to her because then she could finally do her job and have zero distractions. “I don’t think so, I know so,” she said with curtness. Emeri looked down, but immediately gazed back at him when he said he was going to prove her wrong. It wouldn’t take him long to finally gather that she wasn’t lying. She really had nothing interesting about her other than her druggie mother, and she wouldn’t tell him that if her life depended on it. It was just something no one knew about. Emeri didn’t want people to know because they would feel sorry for her and give her sympathetic looks that she didn’t need. There was nothing anyone could do to help her mother. She knew because she had tried literally everything. It was a lost cause. She had never really thought about having a family of her own. To have a family one would have to get married and have babies and while she wasn’t apposed to having children herself, it was the task in which one had to get through in order to become pregnant that she disliked. Emeri hadn’t had sex since she was seventeen with her mom’s boyfriend Kip. Her mother hadn’t even noticed. It was something that made her stomach hurt every time she thought about it. Sex was not on her list of priorities, not would it be in the near future. She was afraid to do it, to be honest. The only times she had encountered it was when it was against her will and she had to do it to keep her mom from being beaten again. Since she cared for her mom more than she did herself, she gave herself up and saved her mom the misery of being beaten. She wouldn’t call herself anything other than a coward for doing such a filthy thing instead of just getting them out of the house. “He must be filled to the brim with energy,” she said emotionlessly as if she didn’t care. Because smiling was so rare for her, people often tried to make her do it again once they saw it. While it was difficult for them to manage it, a few did. If a person was as charismatic as Decklyn seemed to be, she wouldn’t be surprised if he got her to do it another two times. But that was about as much as she had ever genuinely smiled throughout the day without it being fake or forced. When Emeri put up her wall, it usually stayed pretty well. Somehow, to Emeri’s surprise, he had somehow managed to make her forget about keeping that wall up. No one except Chandler had managed to do that for a long time and he was her only real friend. Other than him, she was all alone. Not that she resented it at all. “You must like different or else you wouldn’t still be here talking to me,” she concurred aloud. “This is the longest conversation I’ve had for two weeks.” It was the last time she had seen Chandler at the library, and since then she had been busy with work and school, so she had no time to do anything but work and study. She hadn’t noticed, or maybe she didn’t let herself notice how lonely she got sometimes. On one hand she didn’t want anything but to be alone, and yet on the other she knew she wanted someone. Maybe a friend who she knew wouldn’t judge her by her past or the way she acted when she met them would be enough to make her slightly happier, but she wasn’t ready to let herself have another friend. She was too afraid to admit it to herself, but deep inside she knew she was afraid of getting hurt. She just wanted to be alone for the simple fact that she could never get hurt that way. Decklyn was right, having both a job as a nurse and school were difficult. Emeri was glad that she had magic on her side or else she was sure she would have failed miserably by now. She shrugged a little at Decklyn. “Yet being the key word there,” she mused. It was only a matter of time before she snapped and finally hit that breaking point that everyone eventually got to. She was unsure when it would happen, but she hoped it was a long ways off since she had another year and a half left of school until she finished medical school and started on her PhD. “Another three semesters at least, four at most.” She crossed her arms over her chest and crossed one leg over the other. “Did you have to go to school long to be a paramedic?”

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

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Decklyn was honestly slightly surprised she hadn't told him to leave yet. Or just stood up and walked away on her own. It certainly wouldn't have been out of character it seemed, at least according to what he'd heard said about her from the other nurses. He wasn't quite so sold on that image of her for whatever reason. And when he got an idea into his head, there was really no way to stop him from pursuing it. And this unexpected crossing of paths simply served to start out his attempts at getting to know her better. Something she was clearly going to make a bit difficult. No matter, he wasn't so easily put off. Which was why he simply smiled at her insistence that there was nothing interesting about her to hold his, or anyone's, attention. In his experience it was always the people who said exactly that who turned out to be the biggest surprises. Take his family for instance. On the outside they had been nothing more than people who had run a bakery. Never would have guessed that the man making them cupcakes also killed people for a living. Or had that is, before being gunned down himself.

His parents death wasn't something Decklyn talked about or really tried to think about much. Honestly he and his dad hadn't had the the greatest relationship after he'd walked out and went to school to become a paramedic. His mother had just been a helpless victim, not even aware about what sort of man she had married. It was better that way though, her not knowing. Something he planned on keeping that way with his sister and nephew as well. As far as she was concerned their family had been bakers since way back in Ireland and she was continuing that tradition now here in Manuka by running their parents' shop. He was here to watch out for her and Jacob and that was enough. She didn't need more issues to deal with in her life or things to worry about. He was more than happy to let her fuss over wanting him to find a girl and settle down, have a family, even if her efforts to do so did drive him insane at times. Don't get him wrong, Decklyn wasn't adverse to the whole marriage and a children idea he just wasn't sure right now was the best time considering he lived something of a double life.

Her rather emotionless answer in regard to the little boy's seemingly unending supply of energy would have most people thinking she wasn't much of a kid person. Decklyn had seen her with children in the ER before though and he wasn't so sure that was necessarily the case. If she talked to anyone at all it was almost always the kids, especially the younger ones who still just said things exactly how they saw them. No lies, no exaggeration, just the facts. If it hurt they were gonna scream at you about it if you tried touching it. Personally though he preferred the kids to the adults for all of those above reasons. They didn't curse at you for doing your job, aka, saving their life or try or scream at you for not getting there fast enough. All they knew was you were there to make things better and let you do that.

He chuckled slightly at her agreement that he indeed like different, referencing herself. "Like I said, I like talking to you. You don't sugarcoat or bs about things," Something he found way too many people did these days to be frank. Lying to spare someone's feelings was worse than just saying the truth because once they found out -and they would find out- you were left looking ten times worse. At least in his mind. There were obviously quite a few people who would rather just live in denial about things but he was certainly not one of them. "Two weeks huh? Well then I'm gonna take it as a compliment you haven't told me to get lost yet either then," A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth along with the words, though he was being very much sincere. He'd seen her walk away from plenty of people at the hospital before mid-conversation much to his amusement most of the time. As a paramedic you didn't really interact with the doctors much but the nurses you got to know pretty well if you were there long enough. And considering the amount of hours he usually worked his face was pretty well known among them.

He tilted his head a little to glance at her features, noting the somewhat resigned look on her face as she mentioned 'yet' being the key. For some reason he just couldn't see her ever being the person who lost their head and just lost it right on the floor though. Later maybe, when she was home or somewhere else but not there. She was the one who would hold her composure until the job was done and everything was alright. But then again there were plenty of very competent, and highly respected doctors at the hospital that had went through a major wig out of their own while going through med school so who was he to really know. "You're doing better than a lot of them just by making it this far without dropping out so my bet is you'll make it through breakdown free," He reassured, not that she was asking for it. Girl was tough as nails that was obvious. And in yet another surprising move she asked him another question, this one a little more personal than what his favorite animal was. "A little over two years when it was all said and done," Two years and three months to be exact. Nonstop, no breaks except for the major holidays, and he would have been lying if there hadn't been moments when he had wondered if it was worth it.

"Definitely not as tough as what you're doing but it was a good challenge that's for sure,"[ he added with a wry sort of pull to the side of his mouth. A part of him had refused to give up if only because he wanted to prove to his dad that he could do something, be something, better than the shoes he was expected to fill back home. Not that he wasn't good at that side of things either, unfortunately he often found himself thinking. It was really almost ironic, having such two very much opposite skill sets. Saving lives on one side and taking them on another.

NOTES: that other template has always bothered me | OUTFIT: paramedic duds whoot

[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/emeri-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] There were very few people that Emeri had the capacity to stand for more than a few minutes of interaction. Most of the nurses in the emergency room were too shallow, liked drama too much, or were selfish pricks. There was one girl, another witch named Marley, who was actually not that bad. They were similar in that they didn’t enjoy the better half of the staff that worked at the hospital. She had worked a couple shifts with Marley and Emeri noticed how similar they were. Marley being quiet and only speaking to Emeri when something was needed, Emeri replying with short, frank answers, then the two moving on to tend to their patients. It was a nice routine, one that Emeri wasn’t granted very often. But Marley and Emeri had seemed to understand each other perfectly clearly and had grown somewhat of a friendship. It was one of the only ones in her life—her choice. And Emeri was also one of Marley’s only friends as well. The witch enjoyed working the graveyard shift. It called for more idiotic patients at times, but the wee hours of the night were also the quietest. There were less patients at three in the morning compared to three in the afternoon, and on occasions, the chief of medicine gave her leave to work in other wings of the hospital when it was particularly clear of patients. She liked to go to the OBGYN wing sometimes just to see what they were up to. There, another doctor, Clarissa was her name, had showed Emeri how to deliver a baby. They weren’t particularly good friends, but rather had a high level of respect for one another. Babies had always fascinated Emeri. They were so innocent and had no way of hurting you, much unlike adults. She couldn’t help but be wary of Decklyn, especially now. It made no sense to her why anyone, especially he would be so interested in talking to her, much less actually liking it. “Well, I find that it’s a waste of time. And beating around the bush just makes conversations longer than need-be.” Emeri looked at the monkey who started to pick at the other’s head for fleas. She squinted her eyes against the falling sun then looked back at Decklyn. She hid a small smile at his words and she nodded slightly. “As you should,” was all she said before turning away once again. It was so odd sitting here and actually carrying on a conversation, let alone being interested in the person opposite her. She still couldn’t quite pin point what it was about Decklyn that made her want to talk to him. He seemed so sure that Emeri would make it through medical school that she couldn’t help but think, even for a second, that he was right. And why shouldn’t she have confidence in herself? She was a bright young girl with an even brighter future ahead of her. School was just a stepping-stone that lied ahead of her that she would cross soon enough. “I can only hope.” Emeri crossed her hands in her lap. She glanced at him and replied to Decklyn, “If only medical school could be condensed into two years,” she said with a small grin spreading across her lips. “But it was worth it, right?” she found herself wondering what exactly you had to do to become a paramedic, if only to know more about Decklyn. She shrugged at his comment and looked into his eyes. “I think it could be just as tough, especially since you’re working on serious patients who need immediate treatment or they die. Often times a doctor doesn’t have to be so on his toes when working with a patient like you do. So I guess it all depends on the situation.” Emeri found paramedics to be more heroic than a lot of doctors simply for the fact that they saved people in the back of a truck with limited supplies while doctors had an entire hospital at the fingertips. Being a paramedic was more challenging in her eyes, and she couldn’t let Decklyn think lesser of his job just because there were six fewer years of schooling. Without warning, Emeri felt her chest tighten. Her hand immediately reached for her chest and she clutched her fist tightly. She found that she couldn’t breathe and she knew what was about to happen. Immediately she closed her eyes and what she confirmed what she had guessed was going on. Through her eyes she could see her mother staring at herself through the mirror, looking down and seeing a bottle of whiskey and a syringe on the counter already filled with her drug of choice, and finally her mother grabbing the needle. Emeri whispered to herself a spell that would make her mother stop, but it was of no use. Her mother was so far gone that nothing worked anymore. Emeri felt her mother’s movements; she felt the needle pierce her own skin and the heroine begin to surge through her mother’s veins. Emeri grabbed her own arm as her breathing quickened heavily. Without warning, tears flooded her face and she broke down completely. She wasn’t thinking of Decklyn or the fact that he was watching her right now, but rather the fear of her mother dosing herself up blocked everything else around her. “Mom,” she sobbed. The spell she had cast on her mother after moving to Manuka made Emeri aware of everything her mother took part in whether it was drugs, drinking, or anything else. The only time the visions of her mother came like that was when she was about to inject herself with any kind of drug substance. It was how Emeri kept track of her mother’s doses to make sure that she didn’t overdose and die. She had tried getting her mom off of drugs and alcohol altogether, but her addiction was well past magic’s ability. The only hope her mom had was Emeri.

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

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Unlike Emeri, Decklyn was that sort of person who would actually search out those people that seemed least likely to talk and start a conversation. There were times when that approach wasn't met with the happiest of attitudes but you never really knew just how someone would react until you went for it and if it turned out negatively well he would simply move on and try elsewhere. He'd come to find though that most often the people who didn't talk much didn't just to simply be unsociable or nasty they just chose who they wasted their words on more carefully than most people. And Decklyn, well he was the sort that seemed to be able to draw them out of their shell a little easier than a lot of people could. Maybe it was just built into who he was, the vibe he gave off or whatever but nine times out of ten he could leave having coaxed out a decent conversation that anyone else would have thought impossible.

The simple fact that Emeri was still sitting beside him on the bench was something of a victory in itself really not to mention the few smiles and even small laughs he'd also been rewarded with so far. He doubted most of the people she worked with at the hospital would even recognize the girl right now and inwardly he was secretly pleased he'd been able to be possibly the one person there who she hadn't walked away from mid-conversation. She even seemed to be somewhat enjoying their banter back and forth. "That's what I like about you Emeri. You don't put up with shit," Though he likely handled it quite differently than she did, Decklyn wasn't the sort who could stand someone him-hawing over things. Just say it straight up or don't bother. He had better things to do than play those games.

That little smile that almost made it out with her following quip was enough to make a faint one pull up one side of his mouth. For a moment or two she'd actually seemed to let her guard down a bit, laughing genuinely, but it never lasted more than a few seconds before she put that neutral mask up again. She could seem to stand his presence at least, or else she was simply doing a superb job of not showing her annoyance, though he was quite sure she wouldn't even bother hiding that anyway were it the case. "I guarantee you that someday I'm gonna be reading your name in some big time medical journal and can tell everyone that I had the honor of knowing that girl," He returned confidently at her simple, "I can only hope,". He chuckled softly, nodding in agreement at her next remark. "It would definitely be a lot easier on your wallet if that were possible," He couldn't even imagine the amount of debt most of the doctors working at the hospital must have had in school loans. Not that his schooling had been cheap either but it was certainly quite a bit less than what she was likely facing.

Was it worth it? What it had taken to get where he was at now? "Yep, every single second of it and I'd do it again in a heartbeat," He replied with a sure nod. There really was no feeling quite as wonderful as knowing you just saved someone's life. Decklyn found himself smiling at her praise, not really accustomed to hearing that sort of thing from many of the other nurses or doctors really. Honestly he never much cared if he was considered a hero or as much of a life saver as the surgeons that he handed his patients off to everyday. He knew what he had done and was self assured enough to be ok with whatever praise he may or may not have received for those efforts. Still he had to admit it felt good to hear that from not only one of the best nurses (and soon to be doctor herself) that what he did was just as important, fewer years of schooling or not.

He'd been about to thank her for the sentiment as it really meant a lot to him, especially coming from her, but without warning she suddenly grabbed at her chest, clutching her fist tightly as if she was having trouble breathing. "Emeri?" He questioned with slight concern in his voice but she didn't even seem to hear her name as she closed her eyes tightly as her breathing switched to fast and heavy, a hand reaching to clutch her arm frantically. She was having a panic attack, a bad one. It was quite seamless really, the way he transitioned from just another coworker to paramedic, those instincts just kicking in automatically. By this point people were slowing down as they walked by and staring, some genuinely concerned most likely but most simply gawking. Sliding forward on the bench, Decklyn positioned himself so that he formed something of a human shield around her between them, ignoring them himself.

Nothing in the near vicinity seemed to have triggered the anxiety attack as far as he could tell and she wasn't trying to get away so he didn't attempt to get her to stand up or leave the bench just yet. Tears were rolling down her cheeks by this point, quick sobs gasping in her throat. "Emeri, listen to me ok?" He started, his voice calm and reassuring but firm, the one he used so many times throughout the his days on other people in situations similar to hers. "I know you're scared and I'm right here alright? Right here. But I need you to try and take some deep breaths, in through your nose and out your mouth," Obviously she would know exactly what she should do same as he did but in the moment that would be the last thing on her mind. She was still gripping her arm tightly, to the point where her nails were actually drawing blood and he reached out to grab a hold of her hand instead, letting her grip his as hard as she needed preferring she draw his blood rather than her own if it came down to it.

NOTES: sorry this took so long but fisajfisaojfosai feels! | OUTFIT: paramedic duds whoot

[EMERI RHYAN DONAHUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab233/allyfaircloth1/barbara/emeri-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] It was odd to her now that she had never actually had a real conversation with this man until now. It seemed like he was the kind of person that sought out a good conversation with strangers. But the only few times they had spoken were quick barely anything-said kinds of conversations. She thought he didn’t like her or something. As it turned out it was just timing or the fact that Emeri had zero patience those particular days. It seemed that Emeri hardly ever had much patience though, so it was no real surprise that she didn’t have a good conversation with someone on a daily basis. She should work on that. But she didn’t want to. She really wasn’t a fan of the whole getting to know people idea. And a lot of people really didn’t even want to get to know her anyways, so it was a win-win situation in her mind. She realized now that it wasn’t win-win in the case of Decklyn because he wasn’t like most people. He obviously hadn’t written her off as the heinous bitch everyone thought she was, and if he had he still smiled at her in the hallways and sometimes waved. She was a fool to never try to be friends with the guy.it was just difficult for her to go and make a friend. The one case she knew was different was with Chandler and that friendship happened incidentally. He also happened to be her only real friend. She hadn’t realized that people liked anything about her, let alone the thing that people hated most: her not taking people’s shit. So when Decklyn told her that that was what he did like about her, she was in shock. Emeri looked over at him, her eyebrows raised and replied, “Really? That’s usually what people most dislike about me.” She shrugged one shoulder and cracked the tiniest of smiles. It was odd that someone would like anything about her really since she never gave anyone anything to like unless they were her patients or her boss. Emeri knew she didn’t have a real grasp on people these days, but she never thought that something like this would happen… someone, Decklyn especially, would like her. Emeri envisioned her being in a medical magazine and her eyes grew wide with astonishment. If she could ever make it into something like that, she’d be more accomplished than she ever dreamed. She bet she could do it, too. She was a witch after all and she could easily cure some of the most difficult diseases. If she couldn’t then she used Shay’s help. The worse the disease, the more power was needed to fix it. Emeri looked down at her feet and said, “I doubt I’d be in a medical journal, but that’s nice of you,” she said with a nod. Emeri didn’t know an almost stranger could have such confidence in her. she didn’t think that was actually possible, but Decklyn was full of surprises already. “Yeah,” she said. “About $150,000 easier.” Emeri had calculated how much going to graduate and medical school would be and it was a ridiculous amount of money. She was glad she already had her RN or else she would be screwed. And she had taken out a loan already so she could pay for school. By the time she was a doctor, she wouldn’t be able to pay off her debts until she was about 40. It seemed a lot worse than it was, though she had once thought of becoming a surgeon. But that was even more school and even more money (though she’d be making more money, so that could make up for it). But her passion wasn’t making money or doing surgeries, it was helping people in emergency situations. So that was what she wanted to do. Emeri nodded, agreeing that she would probably do the same thing all over again. “Same here,” she commented. She found that when she didn’t go to work that there was something missing; something that felt like no accomplishment and dread. She wondered if anyone could have been saved that day if she were there, but it was impossible for her to work every day all day—the hospital rules said that after a 36 hour shift she had to stay away from the hospital for at least 12 hours for rest and nourishment. So she had time off every couple of days, most of which were either for school or sleep, therefore she had hardly any time to herself. She realized now that most of her days were spent with people, which was ironic since she didn’t much care for people in general. Emeri didn’t feel his hand on her. the only thing she could feel was her heart pounding in her chest so quick that it hurt and the air being sucked from her lungs. She was breathing at a quickened pace and felt like she was going to faint. Her panic attacks only every happened when her mother was inducing in drugs and usually she was aware of when they were going to come on. This one was so sudden though. She tried calming her breathing, but nothing was working. Her usual steps had been thrown from her mind the second the anxiety washed over her and she didn’t know what the hell to do. She was just so afraid that this was going to be her mom’s last day. This was often her fear. Decklyn spoke, but she could barely hear him over her own thoughts and imaginations as to how her mom would die. Over and over she saw her mom overdosing in her head until she just couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t feel anything but panicky like she needed to get to her mom right away. That was impossible seeing as her mom was almost an hour away from here. So she focused on Decklyn who had grabbed her hand. She hadn’t realized that she was gripping onto her arm so tightly. She hadn’t even felt it really. Emeri opened her eyes and saw Decklyn with a calming look on his face. She repeated his words in her head and obeyed his suggestion. She inhaled deeply through her nose and out through her mouth. After repeating this a few times, her breathing was more normal. She looked down at her hand in Decklyn’s and pulled away. Her hands shook, so she balled them into fists before wiping her eyes. With a sigh, she apologized though he probably wouldn’t understand why. Emeri knew it was the first of her mother’s doses, so she wouldn’t be any more harmed by that one dose than she was on any other given day. It almost made her feel better knowing that her mom was only on the first of many though she wished that her mom didn’t have the problem at all. Emeri felt awkward now that that was over. She had never done that in front of anyone before. What was supposed to happen now?

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[DECKLYN CHASE MCKAY]

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Really the only reason Decklyn hadn't tried to start some sort of coversation with Emeri any time before this was because of the rather hectic surroundings they were in at the hospital. Neither seemed to have more than a few seconds to spare to stop and chat with anyone and since the ambulance bay was somewhat cut off from the main part of the hospital it didn't leave many opportunities for their paths to cross. Maybe if they both smoked and were outside indulging in that habit on breaks and such it would have happened before this but neither of them did, a fact Decklyn appreciated simply because it was so bad for your health. She wasn't really too much different than the girl he'd experienced in those few second interactions they did have under their belts so far though. Direct and actually a little quiet even. Not shy, no that was definitely not a problem. She just chose her words carefully and didn't waste any.

It would have been hard to misinterpret the look of shock on her face when he said he liked the way she didn't take anyone's crap. Obviously that wasn't a common sentiment and Decklyn couldn't say he was much surprised about it. The majority of the nurses at the hospital were female and like any large group of females thrown together they were bound to get catty and cliquey. And if you didn't get mesh with the rest of them, just bowed under the peer pressure and followed along, well you were often the subject they gossiped about. The men were almost as bad though mostly they just went with what the women said and figured it was accurate enough. Decklyn stayed out of the drama as much as he could mostly because he really just didn't have time or energy for that bull shit. He had a job to do and that was pretty much all he cared about when he was there. Doing his job and doing it to the best of his ability.

Shrugging as well, Decklyn matched the tiny little smile she actually offered with one of his own. "Most people just don't know how to appreciate the right things I think," Granted she probably wasn't trying to draw people in with her take no crap attitude but it had been enough to intrigue Decklyn and he was pretty certain there was more than just that to the young woman. There always was with most people. You just had to have the patience to dig a little bit if they gave you the chance. And surprisingly enough she was giving him that chance now. Even seemed to be enjoying their interaction the tiniest bit. She shifted a bit at his remark about the medical journal, her gaze going to her feet, clearly not feeling as confident as he did about that fact. "Hey now, can't hurt to dream a little bigger, darling," A bit of a playful tone laced the lightly given words, keeping the nickname from seeming to familiar just yet. $150,000. Ouch. Yep medical school was not something you just decided to do without knowing you could make it the whole way that was for sure.

She seemed like one of those people who were intensely passionate about what they did, though more in a quiet way obviously. Like if they didn't have that purpose in their life there wouldn't be much else worthwhile for them to pour themselves into. Decklyn could understand that. He was pretty passionate about his own career choice. Had gone against his dad and pretty much the entire family tradition to pursue it which hadn't been an easy thing to do. The thought of waking up one day and not having an ambulance to get into or a hospital waiting for him with the next patient was an empty one. Just like that the quiet moment between her last words was ended as she started having a pretty intense anxiety attack, making even Decklyn a bit nervous for a few seconds. She wasn't hearing him he could see that. Instead her eyes were shut tightly and her breathing was practically coming in gasps. The hardest part about panic attacks was there wasn't really anything you could do medically speaking aside from try and stay calm and get them through it.

Thankfully Decklyn was the epitome of calm even if she was worrying him a bit just then. Finally she opened her eyes again, staring back at him and starting to follow his instructions, breathing in through her nose and out her mouth. Slowly her breathing began to return to normal though Decklyn could see the way her hands shook as she pulled the one from his grasp then. It was obvious she felt rather awkward now and uttered a soft apology as she quickly wiped the remaining traces of tears from her eyes. He didn't figure she was someone who often showed that sort of vulnerablity around people, especially ones she didn't know too well like him. Not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she likely already did, Decklyn didn't say anything about what had just happened, simply waiting with an empathetic look in his eyes, hating that she had to experience something like that. You didn't have attacks like that for no reason. "You be up to stretching your legs?" He suddenly asked her, tilting his head slightly to the side. "I, uh, promised Joey the minature donkey down in the petting zoo I'd stop by with a treat for him before I left,"

The petting zoo was by far his little nephew's favorite part of the place and by this point Decklyn was on a first name basis with all the little farm animals they had running around in the fenced in area. She might not even want to stick around much longer after that but at least getting her away from the general vicinity for a tiny bit seemed like a good idea.

NOTES: these two. i cannot. <33 | OUTFIT: paramedic duds whoot