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Call me cars. Or vroom. Or carsgovroom. Just another 20-something girl on the World Wide Web. I suppose I'd be considered a veteran RPer with probably a decade of RPing experience whose looking to have a bit of fun.
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I'll probably start working on moving my characters over the the new character tab in a bit~
It's all good, get it up when you can~ :)
It's all good~ School is school and I'm already tired of my four hour night classes.
Laurel was not aware that she had fallen asleep until her eyes flickered open and she could see beans of sunlight breaking in through the cracked curtains. A a few blissful moments she forgot everything, only thinking about how nice it had felt to sleep in. Then she remembered why she had been able to sleep in and the events from last night flooded back to her all at once. Going into the house, facing down the thief with James Weller caught between them, shooting James Weller in the head, the confrontation with Virginia and Derek at the hospital, Ben driving her home, and finally seeing a ghost like hallucination of James Weller in her apartment.
She tried to bolt up into a sitting position, but found herself caught in the tangle of her bedding. Cursing softly Laurel took several moments weaving herself out of the web of sheets and comforter and quilt before climbing softly out of the bed and set her bare feet on the cool wooden floor. Ignoring the fact that she was still wearing those damn scrubs she peered out over the loft floor's edge to the combination kitchen and living area below. She saw nothing and no one, not even a flicker. Creeping along quietly and letting her eyes dart warily around every inch of her surroundings, Laurel slowly went down the stairs to the first floor of her loft and paused at the bottom steps. Turning slowly, her eyes scanned everywhere ad everything until she was certain she was properly alone. No ghosts or hallucination popped up before her.
Must have just been the direct aftermath of the guilt. She hadn't been in her right mind, and now that she had had a night it was over. The hallucination part, at least.
She let out a long exhalation of relief and moved towards the kitchen counter, where her things still sat. She immediately checked her phone and saw that it was running dangerously low before checking to see if she had missed calls or messages. Nothing. Eric had told her not to come into work until he called her, and so she was going to do just that. But now came an extremely daunting task.
Laurel took her time getting the charger and plugging in her phone so she could debate what she was going to tell her parents when she called them. How could she break this to them over the phone? How could she admit this to them at all? How could she tell her mother and father that she, their daughter, had shot and likely killed someone? An innocent civilian? Her mother, a chronic worrier, had been comforted by the fact that white- collar crime was typically non violent. She would loose her mind at this news. And her father... How would he take it? She didn't know and that scared her.
After staring at both of her parent's numbers for an amazingly long time, Laurel selected her father's and sank down onto the sofa as it rang. She wished he wouldn't answer, but he did.
"Heya, Kid," Nicholas Shaw's voice answered brightly.
He had always called her older sister Emily "Princess," and her brother Peter was "Son." Laurel had always been "Kid." She'd always been his kid. Hearing that made her almost shudder and her voice crack. "Daddy." She hadn't called him Daddy in years.
She could sense his sudden alertness even over the phone. "Laurel, what's wrong?"
"I did something terrible." She didn't want to tell him. She loved her dad and they had always been close and hearing his disappointment and anger might kill her.
"What did you do?" Laurel couldn't speak, and there was silence for a long moment before Nick spoke again. His voice was soft, like it always had been when she had been growing up and she was hurt or scared. "Laurel. Please tell me."
"I shot a civilian," she blurted out, and Nick went into a shocked silence. Then everything else went spilling out of her mouth, like she just couldn't contain it anymore. Laurel told her father everything, the party, the necklace, the girlfriend, the threats, everything. Except, of course, her hallucination. Nick didn't speak, allowing his daughter to spill her soul, and it was only after she finished talking about Ben taking her home and went quiet that he spoke.
He didn't sound angry or disappointed, just concerned. "How is he?"
Laurel had managed not to start crying over the phone, but her voice was still shaky. "He was in critical condition last night, but now I'm not sure. Probably the same. They weren't sure if he'll ever wake up."
"How about you? Are you okay?"
"I think so."
"Laurel," her father said, his voice still soft but with a firm, paternal tone. "Are you lying?"
She closed her eyes. "Of course I'm lying. Dad, what am I going to do?"
"Follow procedures right now," he told her, "Fill out the report and get it to that firm. Make sure it's flawless, alright? You didn't need give the girlfriend any other chance to make this legal battle hell for you. And just follow procedures and orders until we can come up with something together, alright?"
Laurel nodded before remembering she was talking on the phone. Alright. What about Mom?"
Nick went into a thoughtful silence. "She's at the store. I don't want her to hear this over the phone, though. She'll take it better in person. Have you called Emily or Peter yet?"
"No."
"Think you can get down here this weekend? I'll get everyone to come for dinner and you can tell everyone at once. You can bring Ben, too. We'll support you. Can you make it?"
"I can try," Laurel said, not feeling very much relief but certainly feeling a bit better.
"Good. Let me know, alright?"
"Alright." She was quiet for a moment. "I thought you'd hate me."
She heard a small chuckle. "Laurel, I could never hate you. It's going to be hard, but you'll get through this. You're strong. Like your old man."
Laurel managed to smile for the first time in forever. "Love you, Dad."
"Love you, too, Kid."
They hung up and Laurel leaned back against the sofa, holding her phone against her chest and closing her eyes. She had just woken up but already she felt exhausted.
That sounds good. She will...not be happy ha. I'll be working on my post. Hopefully I'll get it up tonight.
**Benito Wilson**
**Chef at The Bella Trattoria**
Family:
Father - Richard Wilson
Mother - Carmen Wilson
Older Brothers - Luis, Manuel
Younger Sister - Elena
Grandmother - Francesca Suarez - Called Abuela
I'll probably do both, or try to do both ha. As for Derek I do want it to be a surprise, but I'd also like to know how I'll have her react. Hm. Is there a way you could like give me a bit of info, that I know a little about what's coming but there's still room for plenty of surprises? If not I'll wing it ha.
I'm probably going to have my next post be Laurel waking up in the morning? Think that'll work?
**Laurel Jane Shaw**
**FBI Special Agent - White-Collar Crime**
**29**
**History and Personality:** The middle child in a family of five, Laurel was a military brat growing up. The family was constantly moving around when Laurel was growing up due to her father's position in the Navy, and she lived on various bases all over the country. She even spend nearly two years living on a base in Japan, during which time she became proficient in reading and speaking Japanese. Despite the constant moving Laurel maintained a 4.0 grade point average and developed friendships easily, even if they were brief. She was also very close to her two siblings since they were the only constants in each others' lives throughout all of the moving. When she was thirteen her father retired and her family finally settled in the Southern California suburbs, where she was able to make lasting friendships and make a real home with her family. After high school she was accepted to USC, where she majored in Sociology and got a minor in art history, and spent a year studying abroad in Spain where she become fluent in Spanish. Inspired by her father's military career she entered law enforcement, spending five years in the LAPD (three years as a uniformed officer, two were as a detective). Laurel was then accepted into the FBI's White-Collar unit due to her art history minor, where she's been working for the last two years. She's currently living in Los Angeles and dating Ben Wilson, a chef at a high class restaurant. They met in college and were friends for years before Ben finally asked her out when she was still in the uniform. They've been in a relationship for over six years now and it's pretty serious.
**Family:** Laurel is very close to her family. They all live within an hour's driving distance from each other and get together frequently.
Father - Nick Shaw - Former Navy SEAL, he's retired and helps run his wife's store, as well as teaching physical education on and off. He enjoys his retirement and being able to spend time with his family and grandchild, but lives vicariously through his daughter's stories and offers her advice.
Mother - Kelsey Shaw - Owns a book store and still living happily with her husband in the suburban home they settled in.
Older Sister - Emily Rose Porter (31) - Part time nurse in a pediatrics office, full time mother and housewife, she's married to her high school sweetheart Danny, a high school history teacher, and they have a five year old daughter named Matilda (Matty). Currently pregnant with her second child and lives in the suburbs not far from her parents.
Younger Brother - Peter Grant Shaw (26) - Army vet who did two tours overseas before an injury forced him to be honorably discharged earlier than he anticipated. He currently making a living as an artist, and is living with his fiancee Kim Fujiwara, an art gallery manager, in downtown LA, close to Laurel.
Maybe. I can probably come up with something to write for 2 or 3 posts. She can call her family one post and then maybe gets called into work in another. I'll figure it out. They might be shorter posts but I'll give them substance.
Interested in What Derek's got planned though, ha.
Interested in What Derek's got planned though, ha.
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