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Emily Nutter


Emily screwed her face at Xander and Daniel while biting into her cigarette as if she had to eat a worm and they were the ones who made her do it.
„It’s none of your damn business where I get my cigs.”, she said in a breathy voice. “But if you really want to know, I get them from some, um, very shady types. The kind of people who would get-a-rid of your damn teeth if you looked at them the wrong way.” That was actually at least partially true. Before Eddie turned into a working class dad who listens to Phil Collins (Check out those drums in “In The Air Tonight”! They ROCK!), he mugged people in dark alleys and sold meth to the trailer trash.
Emily got so used to having those little sticks of death in her mouth that having it pointed out to her felt somehow violating, as if it was a gap in her teeth or a hideous mole on her cheek. But then she reminded herself that the chief reason why she made a resolution to make herself a metalhead version of a forties crime film character was to get attention and now she got a nice helping of it, in the most irritatingly bright, loud version possible. Wanting attention and then receiving was like asking your daddy to take you to an amusement park, only to find out that the carnival music is off-key, the carousels are making weird screeching noises and the clown is probably a child molester.

Or perhaps she just did not get attention from the people from whom she desired it. “"Nah. Unsinkable." "'Sides, Tommy let me use his bike a while, he ain't gonna miss it none."

“I don’t believe you. Your boat must be in, what do they call it, a state of disarray,” She picked that one from some old book, “because you have to steal bikes to pay for the repairs. Although I think that after this little trip you’ll be only able to sell it to the junkyard.”

It was more than just anger caused by what she saw as rejection that sublimated her voice into pure contempt. There was a sense of superiority too; as far as she was concerned, living in a log cabin was still a rung above rotting away in a trailer straight ouf of Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

Her anger and disgust momentarily subsided when she grabbed a brownie from Val without saying asking or saying thanks. She took hearty bites with her eyes closed, staining her pink lips brown and licking them like a cat. She rarely got cooking this good in a house will all males.

As they made it towards the forest, she put her headphones on and started blasting her music from hell, a perfect soundtrack for the apocalyptic landscape of skeletal trees. She bobbed her head to the rhythmic thrashing noise for a good minute, until the sound system suddenly went quiet. Her heart skipped: Dammit I must have forgot to change the batteries… She set out on this trip with all the optimism she could muster, but this was a bad sign.

A terrifying vision unfolded before her eyes: a day and a half of Danny’s jokes and Phoebe’s limp strumming with nothing to drown it out. The heat made her feel like a toy picked apart by a sadistic kid - the sun. She had to deal with the sun above picking her apart as if she was a beetle in the hands of a sadistic kid. As her forehead started to glisten with the musty sweat, she began to be overtaken by self-consciousness. She thought she looked and smelled like a swamp monster.

Yet soon after she entered the Champlain Forest, she could not help but inhale deeply the air which, although humid, was still invigorating and rich with the scent of pine needles, and she began to feel her heartbeat settling into a rhythm that was in a way as steady and reassuring as if she was in deep sleep. She was glad to feel small next to the trees so gigantic that they almost seemed to be the pillars supporting the clear summer sky, to hear the animals rustling in the bushes and the nervous staccato of woodpecker’s knocking that echoed through the forest like a series of gunshots. She felt as if she stepped into an ancient domain that was too grand and mysterious to pay her any attention; it was an eerie yet calming feeling.

At some point, she started to find Phoebe’s strumming surprisingly tolerable. She even found herself murmuring a melody she knew from the radio, hopefully quiet enough so that it could not be heard above the sound of her heavy boots trampling on the foliage.

As they reached the river, she was already drowning in sweat, but now she was too immersed into the rhythm of the march and the beauty of the surroundings to pay it any attention.

She scoffed at Phoebe’s ridiculous suggestion to “swim for it”. Emily herself could of course do it a heartbeat, but anyone else would certainly drown.

She watched Cecile try to impress everyone by crossing over first and as she observed him crossing the bridge, after he made each of his steps she was sure that the next one would be his last. Yet he passed it with an almost insulting ease and quickness. Then he disappeared into the forest like a mischievous spirit. Long enough time passed until he gave a sign that she thought that something bad might have happened to him. Then he emerged from the forest and started calling out to them, but they could not hear what he was yelling. Not that she was interested.

She watched Felix and Eliza pass the log. She saw Eliza get carried by the current and for a moment she was sure that it would end with tragedy. Even after Felix saved her, she could not get rid of a lump in her throat – perhaps because she was the teensiest bit afraid that something like this could happen to her. Yes, she was strong, but also big and clumsy. Her clothes were heavy with sweat, her arms strained with the weight of the backpack. She could her heart pounding.

As she walked on the log, she heard the soles of her boots thumping on the wood loudly even though she walked in tentative steps, placing her feet as gently as she could. The sound of the river beneath her was massive, a hum of the perfect machine. She exhaled with a wheezing sound as she made it to the other side.

Now was the time to see what Cecile was yelling about.
I am writing a post as we speak. (Or at least as I'm speaking with myself).
Still here too, although preoccupied with different kinds of stuff. I will probably the last one to post in this round.
It seems to me that we are slowly but surely heading towards the fun parts, and the suspense is killing me. Powers, yay!

I might ask you folks for some tips on how to describe the outdoors stuff, because I actually am a basement dweller who knows nothing of such things :(
Posts... New IC posts...

*holds back tears*
I am putting the finishing touches on my M.A. paper, the other RP I'm taking a part in seems to have hit a lull and I'm a big fan of Chandler and Ellroy, so it seems I will be trying to will try to put up an app by the end of this month. Hope I manage to do this!
Dammit I always wanted to say this

F I R S T

(except for Haggis ofc)

My color is still abominable but by now it's too late to change it I think :(

If anything's wrong, please scold me Debra, I mean Haggis
Emily Nutter


Emily nodded in agreement as Debra laid out her plan of dealing with adults. She might have found Deb's reverential nature towards official authority incredibly lame, but overall she had the right idea.

"No adults needed, I agree. Trust me, I'm all the protection you need guys", she said. She leaned towards Danny, looking at him with narrowed eyes: "And Danny, you better listen to Debra, cause otherwise you will have to deal with me".

If you asked Emily, getting the permission of the adults and the dangers of unsupervised camping were not nearly the biggest problems here. For her, it was listening to Phoebe's musical abominations and Danny's jokes. She was sure Deb would scoff at her if she heaped too much abuse on that annoying boy, so she made a resolution to keep herself in check.

It had to be said that the person whom Emily really wanted to smack on his head extra hard was Cecile. It was not because she hated him, as in her estimation he was, if not cool, then at least slightly less lame than other boys. He was tall, lanky and he had a funny accent, but most importantly he had something that most of the kids lacked - he had character. She did not mind his dirt and his bruises, as they showed that he roamed the city on his own and got into scrapes and she that thought the way he talked with a cigarette in the gap between his teeth was kind of gross, but also kind of cool.

Too bad he seemed completely oblivious to all of this. When she elbowed him slightly, smiling with a corner of her mouth, his eyebrow rose quizzically and his jaw went slack so that the gap in his teeth revealed itself in all its ignomy, encouraging her to try to get rid of all of his teeth. She visited him once when he was fumbling with his boat, and while he was happy to bum bootleg cigs from her, he barely looked at her as he excitedly told her the plot of the last Western he watched on TV while looking over his only real love, the motherf***in' Quantum Leap.

Whatever. It's not like she really cared. And hanging with Cecile would probably mean hanging with that little pest Danny, and that could be too much for her.

"I think Madcat has been kidnapped by the government, he just knew too much. They are probably torturing him in an underground lab." Halfway through the statement, she realized that it would not exactly improve the group's morale, but by then it was too late.

Emily enjoyed Madcat’s broadcasts quite a bit. The astronomy stuff was interesting to Jessie, while for her it quite literally went over her head, but the conspiracy theories were right up her alley. Her dad’s younger brother Ted was drafted to Vietnam and came back a political protester, and she listened to enough of his drunken rants to develop a healthy dislike for the government.

She might get kidnapped by the shady government guys herself, but that was no reason to chicken out.



The Big Rock with the surrounding park was quite an important spot for the Nutter family; Eddie used to wander around there with Jenny and their little fella was quite possibly conceived there. Emily herself loved to go there on winter afternoons, staring at the stars while listening to Metallica’s Call of Cthullu, the smoke from her cigarette darting through the lamplight.

Emily was always a bit of a free-range kid, so she had no problems with getting her dad's permission for the trip. Jessie grumbled when their dad told him that he will be the one looking after Robbie for the next two days aided by Aunt Edna who agreed to visit them on afternoons; he thought that because he was primed to become the first Nutter boy to go to college, he was exempt from such mundane tasks. Their dad was quite firm on this as he appreciated Emily's babysitting efforts and he thought that she deserved to have some summer fun.

Emily arrived at The Big Rock as early as possible, her posture even more hunched than usual as she carried an enormous backpack containing a raincoat and tons of canned food. Also a pack of cigarettes, but she would not let Cecile bum a single one.

When everyone arrived, she spoke to the crowd:

"If you feel your backpacks are getting too heavy, you can give some of it to me to carry. I can be your mule guys.” She looked at Cecile. “What’s up? Your boat hadn’t sunk yet?”
Hey @McHaggis, there is a bit about Cecile in my upcoming post that @DeadBeatWalking agreed for to me include via PM.

Overall, if you want to include my char somehow in your posts, please PM me. I'm all for it!
Okay, sorry for doing this with Debra responding, although I hope that was minor enough.
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