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Really? [pulls out her ID from her pocket] There have to be more threatening people to be looking out for. 

Yes. I asked to see your ID. Random check - standard procedure. Nothing to worry about, miss.

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Everything had changed.

Even that very statement fell short of the actual shift in herself that she felt. The pain had been too much to handle, when her home was destroy, and piece by piece the rest of her fell apart. One after another, her family died until she was the only one left. She always knew she was a fighter, a survivor, but when there was no one left to live for, was life worth living? 

Emery sunk into a fit of depression, but one soul had started to pull her out. She should have known. She really should have.

Everything good, ends.

The pain was too enormous to handle, she felt every part of her shatter and break as the last of her hope was destroyed. Roderick was gone. Zero was gone. Elliott... Alex, Marly, Elfie, the names went on.

She had entire notebook full of the dead now. Emery wasn't sure when the change happened, she didn't count days anymore. Time was worthless. But one day she woke up and she reveled in the pain. She used it to get up, she felt more awake and more driven and more- uncontrollable. She no longer feared death, because death was a luxury. She had no reason to stay safe, to be careful- she had no one to live for, to come back home to. She shut down, fed on the numbness and her bloodthirst.

There was nothing she cared more about now, than making everyone feel the pain she'd felt. The government agents were the first.

This all lead her to the warehouse she was in now, after all- she needed to eat. She wasn't paying too much mind to being quiet, as it was abandoned. But when she heard noises she stopped, her hood up to cover her red hair and she quickly ducked behind a pillar, listening for the sounds that came next. No more using the fact she was a small girl to catch people by surprise. She was too young to play those games anymore.

The Unexpected || David & Emery

The fact of it was, they needed to eat and a food run was in order. He’d put it off long enough, and even with the traffic of agents coming and going from street to street in the city, he needed to do it for the kids. It would go as planned, he knew it would but something in the back of his mind made him delay it for this long. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been stopped by an agent once or twice or Adam had been almost taken in for having a pack of gum which looked like whatever they thought it was if not for another agent to come to their aid. Maybe some were alright, David guessed, but the truth of the matter is they were all corrupt in their own way and he couldn’t just not go because he was a little nerved by the situation.  Sure, Sal had given him enough food to last a few days but hot food could only be left overs for so long. So it was up to him and Adam to go find a vendor for them to trade with while Witt stayed with the others to keep them busy for the time being.

Witt and Adam were usually inseparable, being that they were with the group for the longest and the only set of actual siblings in the group. The rest were completely detached from one another, in the family relation that is, but they still looked after one another as if they were family. David trusted them wholeheartedly and he knew they could take care of themselves but he still worried. Slipping on a pack and nodding towards the crew before he left, he and Adam made their way down the halls of the old hotel and exited through an old not-so boarded up window that they used so they wouldn’t be see from the streets.

It didn’t take long to get to where they needed to get to- an old warehouse a few or so blocks from their current and only residence. It was a safe place, void of government eyes prying at what they were up to. They’d make their way into the building through a small hatch at the side where it was left open for them to sneak through. The two had been in contact with the people who they were trading with but communication was lost a few days before which worried David. In hopes that they were still in the market to buy, David pushed it to the far back of his mind so he didn’t worry the rest of the kids or at best himself.

The scene opened to a dark room in the warehouse where the boys switched on a flashlight and walked silently until they heard a noise. David withdrew the gun from his side and moved towards the wall slowly, Adam at his side looking at him. “It’s probably just—” “Shut up, it’s not.. hold on a second,” he muttered and drew the gun. 

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 Did you say something?

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I'm sorry guys I've been pretty MIA for ages now. I thought coming to Dublin I would have some free time, but unfortunately working a fourty hour week on top of trying to travel and sight-see has put me on the verge of no sleep. I am going to stay in Dublin this weekend, but I am attending a swing dance workshop. I really want to write, I just haven't had the time. Bare with me, I should hopefully get some replies and starters up this weekend.

Let me know if you guys want to plot! <3

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Emery forced a smile, she never remembered smiling being so hard before. Even after her mother died, she was sad but smiling wasn't a chore. It had been a chore ever since the Whirlies had been slaughtered. It has been months, but it still carried heavily on her chest.

"They always seem to work out I guess." She bite her tongue to say a bitter thought of whether it worked out by living or you died. Either way, it worked out, just maybe not in your favor.

"How are you feeling? You seemed pretty banged up when you first got back." She said, pushing the thoughts of her past away from her. "You should tell me what happened, I always like listening to adventure stories."

Into the Wild || Roderick & Emery

  He watched her with the intention to figure out what she was thinking. It was difficult with her, it had always been difficult but in time he figured things would get easier if she opened up. Bit by bit he would help her open up to him. It sounded odd in a way to want that but it was because he wanted to know everything about her. Some would say he was smitten and maybe he was— the red headed girl with the quick whit caught his attention from the first time he met her. If it wasn’t for the inconvenience of losing her memory, maybe he’d be a little farther than he was now.

Maybe it was selfish but in knowing more about her, maybe he’d figure out a little more about himself. He’d been through a lot as of recently, especially with the contact with his brother, and he had toned down a little bit since he’d been back but something felt off about him. It felt as if he was growing harder, less fun than he used to be and simply tired of the facade of ‘fun uncle’ that he had been known as since he joined the Crybabies. He wasn’t this spry kid that came into the group with guns blazing and cocky smile at the ready. He’d been through to hell and back, and now it was affecting him more than ever.

Shaking himself back to reality he looked at her, a smile growing on his lips as she bowed towards him, “That’s great, you’re running with the big dogs now.” He chuckled, perhaps a little forced but mostly genuine in his perspective. “I’m glad things are working out.”

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Sure, if you can keep up, you can come. 

  Would it be alright if a tagged along? I really need a new SD card for my camera. 

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 I'm going out for a bit, anybody need anything?

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Emery had fuzzy memories, things that were just out of her reach. It was maddening trying to remember them. She wanted to remember, even if they were painful. No, maybe she didn't. She would say that, fein being stronger than she was. Despite the persona she tried to give off, she was sad. She never thought she'd really ever be happy again, and she no longer wanted to feel pain. She preferred the numbness. Then at least she didn't care that she hurt. 

She blinked, having drifted off into her own thoughts when he asked how she'd fit in. She fit, sort of. It was like shoving a puzzle piece with the same five prongs into the wrong hole. It almost looked like it fit, but there were gaps. That piece never belonged there. She had found where she had belonged, and it was gone now. It was something Emery would never get over.

"Haven't you heard?" She said, her tone covering up any pain she had been feeling and her attention back fully on Roderick. "Corbin made me a crybaby. I'm officially in your gang." She did a little mock bow while still sitting before taking another bite of her food so that she didn't have to smile. Smiling was tiresome.

Into the Wild || Roderick & Emery

  He was glad that she enjoyed the food. Of course it didn’t take him very long to whip it up, but he still was happy for the compliment. It made him chuckle a little to himself as she started to slow down her quick paced eating- a quirk of hers that he admired, and eat at a reasonable rate when she spoke. Although he wasn’t thoroughly convinced he allowed it considering the last time she had so much trouble trying to fit in, but he wasn’t even sure if she remembered that now. Did she remember the fights with Harlee? Being whisked away to the treehouse until the grief and anger had passed? He wasn’t even sure she remembered much about him let alone all that but there was nothing he could do. He tried reminding her but nothing seemed to click outright— even though she worried about him when he had gone missing.

Looking up from his plate, Roderick took a drink of the orange juice and ran a hand through his long, dirty blonde hair like he’d always done when he was thinking of something to say. “I’m glad you’re doing good around here, maybe Corbin will make you an honorary Crybaby after all this,” he chuckled a bit, making it more extravagant than it was but he hoped it would help her. With everything she’s been through, she deserved this, deserved a family to call her own. The two of them combine lost a good amount of people in a small period of time, so maybe this would be a good next step. 

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Emery took a seat and leaned over the counter to watch him finish preparing the food. She grinned when it was pushed across the counter towards her. It smelt great. Her eyes went to him when he sat down and as soon he took a bite, she followed suit. It was way better than anything she could do, it tasted like heaven. She grinned happily and looked up at him. "This is delicious!" 

She had to slow down her eating, to seem at least somewhat civilized. It was a facade she'd always tried to keep up. She failed most of the time. When he asked about her her attention moved to the plate of food and she shrugged a little. "Yeah. They've been alright."

Into the Wild || Roderick & Emery

  A slow smirk fell onto his features as she replied with her usual tone, claiming that she was which made the current situation a whole lot easier to slip into. Of course he made enough for the two of them, considering he said he would but also he would have done it anyway just in case anyone else from the store was a bit hungry at the time. He wasn’t a terrible cook but he wasn’t a great cook either so he compensated with various things he learned from the different people he bunked with throughout his time on the streets. He learned a lot considering the circumstances, and even with the lesser amount of food he acquired a certain taste for things. He managed to stir up some eggs and bacon— which he made enough to have leftovers, and put them on a plate with some orange juice. Maybe it was simple but it was a rarity that he found some of these foods at all from the new buyer he had gotten a hold of— he didn’t have ‘hard earned’ cash like the rest of the Crybabies so he compensated.

Roderick chuckled, moving the plate in front of one of the chairs and took his own to sit across from her. His calloused fingers took the fork in one hand and started to take a bit of the food— it was better than he thought. “How you been? Everyone treatin’ you a’right?” 

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Emery hadn't had an easy life, especially in the most recent year. She'd lost the only people she considered family and her naive idea of home and comfort had been shattered. She regretted so much, but she would never say so. She had learned not to say much at all, despite her pretending she was brave, it was completely driven by fear. Everyone she'd ever loved had died, what would change that streak now?

No matter how independent she pretended to be, and how fearless she acted, she couldn't help but strive for a little connection. She no longer had friends, but it wasn't easier for her to be alone. Roderick had filled a small portion of her loss, and if she spoke about this logically she would stay away from him. But she couldn't, she was unable to be on her own.

Weak. She was weak.

Emery sighed, her red hair fell in front of her face when she looked down so she quickly pushed it behind her ear. She was wearing jeans that had several holes and stains on them, but they fit. Her shirt was loose fitting, clearly borrowed from someone. Or stolen. She didn't think much about this meeting, just that she had some interaction. She liked that idea.

Emery pushed the door open into the kitchen and looked up when Roderick's voice greeted her. "When am I ever not hungry?"

Into the Wild || Roderick & Emery

The relationship, or lack there of, was doomed from the start. Throughout the time spent she had been captured and wiped free of her memories, and that coupled with his disappearance for a few days— he thought he lost all hope. It was a stupid thing to think about, that this breakfast/dinner thing would bring them closer but Roderick knew as well as anyone that Emerson Tyler wouldn’t open up for anything. She, unlike him, was a cinder block and a force not to be disturbed but all he wanted to do was learn more about her. Her mysterious ways had kept him guessing for long enough and he hoped he could clear the air and find out who the enigma was behind the girl.

Filing into the makeshift kitchen in the store, Roderick took a knife that he carried around on his side and cleaned it off to cut the various food items he and Emery would share. His thoughts would go back to the conversation with Corbin from time to time about the helicopters but it only made him wince in response. He hated being thought of as this guy who didn’t care about anyone but himself but he was perceived that way often. If it would have been some of the Crybabies who perished under the hailfire that was those helicopters, would they just sit around and not retaliate? Sure they had to pick their battles but helping out another gang could seal the alliance between them and make it stronger just in case it was needed in return sometime later. The dirty blonde thought of the bigger picture, and maybe even a few steps ahead now that his own mind was a little bit clearer and void of selfishness— that, and his brother made it a lot easier to focus on what was happening at the moment. But the decision on what to do with his brother would come as it presented itself but for now he smiled as he noticed Emery walk into the room.

"Just in time, Red, almost done. You hungry?" 

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anonymous requested > freddie highmore & molly quinn

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[She tensed for a moment before she relaxed and leaned into him a little] Sounds ten time better than anything I could make. 

  Appreciate the sympathy, Red. 

[rolls his eyes playfully and wraps an arm around her shoulders] I’ll make you something ten times better than cereal but a quarter or more less than a steak.

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You kind of look like road kill right now. 

  You think I can’t handle it?

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You up for that? 

  How ‘bout I make you something instead?

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Unless it's a peanut butter sandwich, you don't want me to make you anything. 

But I'm sure there are some things that just need to be heated. I could possibly handle that.

  Yeah, a bit. You don’t have to make me anything, Red, I could get it myself.