Starwinter

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

@AnaSilan Sunja wait you are working 10 hours and only get a 30 min break? That sucks. I work four 11 hour shifts each week, but i get an hour for lunch.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

You are doing a way better job than i would. Typing little comments like this is troublesome for me.

But hey@AnaSilan Sunja, did it at least help to pass some time at work?

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

@Dirty Pretty Lies oh they should absolutely be friends IRL. One minute, slamming heads into lockers. The next minute, laughing and asking for forgiveness. Tabloids love that kinda stuff, and I'm all about the drama, both good and bad.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Kaitlin O'Connor – 2006

Everything happened so fast, too fast. One minute Roddy was next to her and everything was under control. Per usual, Kaitlin had gained the emotional upper hand, using her previous encounter with Decky to gain the attention of their classmates. With all eyes on them, there was no way this would go any further. Decky wouldn't want all of his dirty laundry aired in front of the entire school, especially with Kaitlin embellishing on a true event.

Kaitlin didn't even have a chance to gloat, because the next thing she knew, Roddy had roared to life next to her, attacking Derek O'Leary. Not that the little punk didn't have it coming, but it was really unfortunate timing. She would have to talk to him about that later.

Of course Kaitlin had yet to realize just how unfortunate that timing was... because in another blink of an eye she was seeing stars and feeling the contact of cool metal against her back. How stupid it had been to underestimate Elaine, her scalp was yet again paying the price as she felt strands of hair being forcefully removed from her head. In this moment, Kaitlin silently swore that if she ever got the chance, she was shaving the party princess' perfect golden locks from her empty little head.

When Kaitlin finally stopped seeing stars, she looked up to see Decky leaning over her, hand outstretched to help her up. Removing her own hand from her throbbing head, Kaitlin accepted Decky's help up. Admittedly it wasn't because she actually needed the help up. Even injured, her brain was still coming up with ways to piss the Pomeranian off. In the back of her mind she knew that she could circulate stories of Elaine attacking her, followed up by tales of how she stormed off and he stayed with her to be sure she was ok. Yeah, she could spin this just fine. Elaine would be pissed and maybe, just maybe, if Kait was extra lucky it would cause Decky to keep his pet on a tighter leash.

“I don't know why you care...” Kait began, playing on Decky's ever present guilt. It was terrible, but she needed to keep him with her, keep him talking to her. However, the sound of Logan's voice brought that plan to a screeching halt.

Logan. Was. Pissed. When most people get mad, they get loud and threatening, like Roddy who was still pummeling Derek, although the fight had moved a few feet away now. Logan on the other hand, well when he got mad his voice got lower. Colder. The exact tone he was using now. Well, shit.

Kaitlin felt herself puff up a little with pride. He wasn't mad at her, he was mad on her behalf. Maybe things hadn't gone so completely sideways after all. Kaitlin had been hearing rumors that Logan had been grossly parading around with Amy Sinclair (a blonde, really?) but now here he was, ditching Amy to be with her.

Thinking back on it, she suddenly couldn't remember why she had been mad at him in the first place. Or was he mad at her? Maybe she was mad at him, because he was mad at her. Oh well, it didn't matter anyways. At the next party she would make it known that they were very much back on again. A. Because there was no way in hell she was going to let Amy Sinclair think she had been able to take something from Kaitlin. B. Because Logan was currently acting the part of a hero, and Kaitlin strongly believed in rewarding good behavior.

Emilia Carter

“Alright Em, you're done for the night. Stick around set while everyone else wraps up, and we will get you guys all back to the hotel.”

Emilia nodded, shoving one more fry into her mouth before getting up from the stool. The “beer” she happily pushed away, taking a bottle of water from the outstretched hand of an assistant. Of course it hadn't been beer that she was drinking, instead it was a thick, syrupy concoction that was mixed to look just like the heavy Irish beer. Gross.

Emilia exited the set of the Pour House, and hopped on a golf cart to head over to the area where all of the trailers were housed so she could change into her own clothes and say hi to some of the cast. Although she had already had scenes with a majority of them, she hadn't gotten to catch up personally with any of them.

However, on the way to the trailers Emilia spotted a small group of fans that were waiting right at the perimeter of the lot. They obviously weren't allowed on the sets, but since some scenes were shot outside or at actual locations, people could sometimes be spotted hanging around on the outskirts. They waved as the golf cart approached, and Emilia couldn't help but be amazed that after 10 years, people still had so much love for the show.

“Pull over.” she said, hopping off as soon as the cart slowed. “I'll walk the rest of the way, it isn't far. I'll meet up with everyone in a minute.”

As she approached, she small crowd of girls became visibly more animated.

“What are ya'll still doing out here, it's getting so late.” Emilia said, waving as she approached the group.

The girls all looked around at each other, happy to be getting attention from one of the stars.

“We found out about the filming! We all watched together 10 years ago... we couldn't miss the chance to come check things out. We didn't actually think anyone would come say hi!.” The girl who spoke had short dark hair, and her brown eyes glowed with excitement. She looked to be in her very early twenties, as did all the girls.

“Well, hi.” Emilia said with a little laugh. “I hope you weren't too bored waiting around here all day.”

“We weren't,” said another girl, this one with light brown hair and glasses. “Can we get a picture?”

“Sure.” Emilia replied, leaning against the rope that separated the girls from herself. No one had said anything about pictures while in “costume” being frowned upon, so she didn't think it would be a problem.

“I'm definitely putting this on Instagram. Hey, is Nick Donovan on set? I heard a rumor he was coming back to play Logan... I've been in love with him for like, ever.”

“Oh what about Vincent Westerian? I heard you two were friends and that you went to stay in the Philippines with him for a while! Were you dating?” His eyes though...”

Emilia had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She was only a few years older than these girls, but boy did she feel a million years older right now as they mooned over her costars. Not sure which one of the questions to tackle first, she decided to answer the one about Nick, since it was asked first.

“I'm sure Nick is around here somewhere, but I haven't seen him.” she answered truthfully. If she was being even more truthful, she was dreading that moment. 10 years ago, Emilia couldn't stand him. Since their characters had a relationship of sorts for part of the show, they had a lot of scenes together. She found his love of partying and lack of work ethic deplorable. Over the years she loosely followed his life (it was impossible not to if you had TV or the internet, he was everywhere) and it seemed to her that although ten years had passed, Nick hadn't done very much growing up.

“As for Vincent, I have seen him so he is definitely here. I was in the Philippines, but it was just for leisurely travel and he was kind enough to let me stay with him for a few days while I was there. We never dated, so if you heard that, it was most definitely a rumor.”

For the next few minutes, Emilia hung around while the group of girls launched question after question at her, killing time before she had to head back to the hotel.

CLOSED (Formally The Coalition)

Abigail Walker

Location: GM Renaisanse Shopping Center by the Riverwalk >>> The Riverwalk

Interacting with: Gentleman Ted

After the recent battle, everyone in the Coalition was dealing with the loss in their own way. For Abigail Walker, that meant shopping. It was a thoughtless and frivolous activity, and a good way to take her mind off of all of the gruesome and gory events that had transpired. Plus, Abby found that as a shifter she was constantly either losing or destroying clothes.

“I'm not sure what made you think that you were welcome to show your face in here, but you aren't. Out with you, your kind is not welcome here.”

Abigail was torn from her reverie as the cruel words currently being thrown towards her cut through the fog surrounding her thoughts. Surprised, she nearly jumped out of her skin, her hand clutching the gauzy fabric she had been admiring mere moments ago.

“I don't understand,” she said, turning her blue eyed gaze onto the sales woman who had spoken so cruelly to her. The older women met Abigail's gaze levelly, her hand firmly planted on her hip. Even if Abigail didn't fight constant battles, she would have been able to tell when someone was itching for a confrontation. She sighed inwardly, knowing exactly how this was going to go, and mourning the life she had lived up until mere days ago. “I shop here all the time.” Matter of fact, the artfully distressed pale blue skinny jeans she was currently wearing came from this very shop.

“No, you shopped here. Past tense. I don't welcome murderers into my store. Leave, or I will call the police.”

Abigail nodded her understanding and quickly fled from the shop, blonde head tucked down low. She could feel eyes on her as she made her way not only out of the single store, but out of the Renaissance Shopping center entirely. It wasn't that long ago that she had made a public appearance at that very mall as Switcher, talking to some of the youth in Detroit as part of an anti-bullying campaign. Now she was being bullied into leaving that very spot. Unbelievable.

Yet at the same time, very believable. This wasn't the first time Abigail had heard the word “murderer” used in relation to herself and the other members of the Coalition. Sure, they didn't actually kill the mayor, but they also didn't mange to stop the person to responsible. It seemed like the entire city of Detroit was taking it upon itself to play the role of judge, jury and executioner... and with each passing day, it seemed more and more likely that the Coalition would be found guilty in the court of public opinion.

Feeling a twinge in her right knee, Abigail took a moment to stop and lean against a rail along the river walk. During the recent battle, the rival enhanced had landed a rather nasty and debilitating blow to Abigail's right leg. One would assume that having the ability to manipulate and control one's cells could fix any problem, but healing is taxing so Abigail had fixed the worst of it before promptly passing out. Of course she was treated in the med ward but the bit of pain in her knee remained, and Abigail allowed it to. She would heal this injury the slow way. The normal way. The human way.

Sniffling, Abigail used the sleeve of her pale pink sweater to wipe the tears from her eyes. She cursed softly, not even realizing she had started to cry.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” came a soft male voice from her left side. Again Abigail found herself startled. What a terrible habit this was becoming for someone who was supposedly a superhero.

Abigail looked towards the voice, and found an older gentleman leaning against the rail just a few feet from her. Although he was clearly speaking to her, his gaze remained steadily on the water, a pair of sunglasses protecting his eyes from the afternoon sun.

“I'm alright, thank you. Just a bad day.” Calling it a bad day was an understatement, but Abigail wasn't about to spill everything to the stranger.

“A lot of bad days happening in this city lately, to a lot of good people like yourself. Gotta take the time to enjoy the good things. The sun is shining, the breeze is warm. Still plenty of daylight left to make today a good day. I'm going to make my day a good one by introducing myself to a pretty girl, that I'm sure I would have chased all around the city in my younger days. I'm Ted.” he said, reaching out his hand.

Abigail smiled at the man's words, a laugh finally escaping her lips as she scooted closer to where he stood, body now turned in her direction.

“I'm Abby.” she said, taking his hand. It was then that she noticed the cane in the man's other hand, and that although she was now right in front of him, he still seemed to not be looking at her.

“Yes,” he said, seeming to sense her realization. “I'm blind.” Ted let go of her hand, and they both turned back in the direction of the water. “You're wondering how I knew you were a woman, and where you were standing, aren't you?”

“I am...” Abby admitted, a touch of hesitance in her voice.

“I could smell your perfume, it's light and floral. It mixes well with the slightly fruity scent of your shampoo. I could also hear the necklaces or bracelets that you are wearing. There are multiple and they jingle when the breeze blows. Plus, from the way your steps sound you are clearly wearing heels. Your skin was soft, and your hands are small. As for knowing you are beautiful, well, I don't. But you were upset and years marriage taught me that when a woman is upset, you tell her she is beautiful and good.”

“It's almost like you are Enhanced with those senses of yours.” Abigail meant it as a joke, but cringed inwardly as soon as the words left her mouth.

“No,” Ted said, becoming suddenly thoughtful. “It is true that my other senses did adapt when I lost my sight, but I'm not enhanced. And thank god for that. Those kids all have the weight of the world on their shoulders now. I don't envy them in the least. They have a long road ahead of them. Me? I get to enjoy the breeze. I hope that one day, they get to enjoy the breeze again, too.”

Abigail smiled, realizing she may had found a new friend in Ted. The girl who could wear any face in the world only wanted to keep wearing her own without scrutiny. With him, in this moment, Abigail could do exactly that... and enjoy the breeze while she did it.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

*cries* here we go my friends I'll see you laterribly 😢

@AnaSilan Sunja

See you on the other side. The countdown begins.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

All of that escalated so wonderfully.

I'll have a post up tomorrow.

Until then, i have to sit and listen to Kaitlin spew angry responses in my head.

CLOSED (Formally The Coalition)

I'll have my first post up mid week, probably Wednesday.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Threw up a post to keep things from slowing down too much. Only did present day Kaitlin that way there DPL would have a chance to respond to the flashback scene.

Edenridge (Slice of Life with a Twist - Always Accepting)

Kaitlin O'Connor

Only when Kaitlin started her car, a black Chevy Malibu, did she let out the breath she hadn't even realized she had been holding. Without putting any thought into where she was driving, she made the quick trip to a local bar that she remembered from being a teenager.

The Pour House was a stand alone brick structure on a main road in town that Kaitlin had driven by many times already. The name was emblazoned in gold against a black back drop on both the front and side of the building that faced the road. Emerald green awnings gave way to the Irish heritage of the bar.

The interior, Kaitlin noticed, was warm and inviting in that well worn, slightly disheveled way that is comfortable to locals. There were many empty high tops that spanned the outer edge of the room, but Kaitlin choose an empty seat at the large central bar. Her stool wobbled just a little, and she had to steady herself with the smooth oak counter in front of her.

“What can I get you sweetheart?” the bar tender asked, placing a napkin down in front of her. He was older, wearing a black tee shirt with The Pour House written on the front. If Kaitlin had to take a guess, the man serving her was either the manager or the owner himself.

“Guinness please,” she said, her eyes scanning the central liquor self. “And a shot of Jameson, but only if you carry Gold Reserve.”

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that the day had slipped away from her and she had barely taken any time to eat.

“Oh and fries, please.” She sad, handing the bar tender her card to start a tab as he handed her the Guinness. Too many times in life she had made the mistake of drinking on an empty stomach, and was in no hurry to make that mistake again.

Moments later, he placed the shot of whiskey in front of her, which she promptly threw back with no hesitation, chasing it with a heavy sip of beer.

“We don't get many women in here shooting whiskey. You either really like it, or had one hell of a day.” said the bartender, idly cleaning a spot at the bar near where Kaitlin sat.

“Little bit of both,” she said honestly. “I grew up with daddy drinking whiskey after long work days at home. I think I forced myself to like it, just to make him proud.”

After that more patrons came in and the bar tender was swept away filling beers, and talking to people whom Kaitlin assumed were regulars. It seemed this bar was a favorite for the local working class. Men with dirt and oil still on their hands from a hard days work filtered in and out, a long with a few women who were at the age where they still wanted to go enjoy a few Friday night drinks, but not be bothered while they did it.

Moments later her fries were brought out, and Kaitlin immediately began heavily coating them in salt and pepper before pushing them all to one side of the basket so she could fill the other side with ketchup. She was absolutely going to clog her arteries with all the junk she ate, but she didn't care. Her metabolism would surely also slow down one day, but until that day came she was going to take advantage of it.

A second beer was delivered shortly after, and Kaitlin let her thoughts drift back to what a complete disaster today had been. When she ran into Keisha in the hall that morning in school, she had honestly thought that was going to be the worst of it. But no. It had been a steady decline from there, culminating with the encounter with Elaine Lancaster. Or rather, Callahan now. For years in therapy Kaitlin had to listen to people drone on about “interacting, not reacting” and she had gotten pretty good at it (even if she did still partially believe it was a load of crap). Part of it had made sense though, about not just reacting to what was causing her to get emotional, and teaching her to listen and stay present instead. Then boom. Thirty seconds with Elaine had her head exploding.

Kaitlin knew she had a lot currently to be happy about. Everything would be coming together for her in the next few days. As for all the drama waiting for her when she returned to Edenridge High for work... well..luckily enough the weekend stretched out before her, and she would have plenty of time to think about what she wanted to do. And hey, at least she knew where she stood, so it probably couldn't get any worse. For now, she had beer and fries, and she was happy.