#kezia — character study

[forensicated]

What Goes Around

Set after part 6 of Conviction: Judgement Day (Series 25) of The Bill. I always sort of felt that Smithy would be more bothered about what he'd done to Devlin but the reboot/quick reshuffle and promotion had to take focus and they couldn't dwell on it too. Here, Smithy and Gina meet up and talk through what happened.

Characters: Smithy and Gina [with a side mention of a certain Jonathan Fox. Because he and Gina definitely reunited now she wasn't an officer. They did. Honest! Ahem.]

What Goes Around

"How did you do it?"

Gina raised her gaze from where she had been studying the label of the expensive bottle of scotch she was about to open. "How did I do it?" she repeated in a thoughtful tone. "How did I do it?" She fixed Smithy with an unwavering stare. "No. Even I haven't mastered the ability to read people's minds yet. How did I do what?"

"Be an Inspector." Smithy took the bottle from Gina's hand and unceremoniously pulled both the seal and cork stopper from it. "You did it for 15 years after all." He shrugged, pouring them both a large measure before he sank a good third of his in one go with barely a wince.

Gina's expression changed from vaguely amused to concerned, knowing whatever it was bothering her friend – it wasn't good. They'd been here many times over the years, both good and bad for each, but this was the first time since her departure from the station 9 months previously that Smithy had been quite so sullen for so long. Usually, he'd moan about his fellow Sergeant Callum Stone and pout for a few minutes before the drink would do its job and the topic change to let them catch up on how each other had been. Often Smithy would tease Gina for not yet starting her walk of the length of Great Britain despite her repeated claims she was going to start it 'soon'.

"Dale-?"

"Meadows' offered me the job." He said, swirling the amber liquid around his glass.

"Jack did?" Gina blinked, "But what about Rachel? And Heaton? Has something happened? Are they alright?"

"Heaton's been headhunted to set up a specialist human trafficking unit. Took Rachel, Kezia and Stuart Turner with him. They all left the same day."

"Bet he's popular," Gina smirked into her glass before taking a sip. "So Jack-?"

"He's the new Super. Heaton put a word in for him." Smithy explained. "He's offered me the Inspector position."

"I'd say congratulations but you don't exactly look as though you're jumping for joy, darlin'." Smithy's hunched body language told her he hadn't yet drunk nearly enough scotch for her to get him to open up. "Jack Meadows is Superintendent again? Only took him 17 years to get back to where he was. Typically it's all of 3 years before he hits retirement." She said, changing tact. "Did you take him up on his offer?" she asked.

Smithy nodded and topped up the glasses. The alcohol, the quiet warmth of Gina's house and the comfort of his closest friend being present after everything that had happened was starting its usual magic. He'd gone to Gina because he knew he could trust her no matter what he'd done. Telling her however was a whole other matter.

He began asking if she'd heard of Matthew Devlin or his son Jason. When she hadn't, he explained that they'd only moved down to London from 'Up North' a couple of years ago and until recently neither been in trouble with the police. "The son, Jason, he's a real psychopath. Went from laughing to kicking a man unconscious in minutes simply because his girlfriend hugged the bloke and kissed him on the cheek when he'd told her he was about to become a father." Smithy took another sip before continuing. "They had houses that were essentially slums and illegal HMOs. They were crammed full of mostly illegal immigrants." He sighed, his mood dipping even further at the memory. "The state of those houses, you should have seen them. There were like 8 or 10 people living, eating, sleeping in one room, repeated in every room of the house."

Gina sighed and gently rubbed his back for comfort, letting him get the emotions he'd bottled up out without her interrupting him and taking him off track. She knew he didn't want sympathy – he wanted to be heard and to tell her something that was obviously troubling him.

Smithy paused only to take another gulp from his glass. "The smell was something else, the fire escapes boarded up with stuff in the way and the fire alarms themselves disabled. The electrics were bare wires – if they worked full stop! There were so many kids in there, you couldn't move for fear of standing on someone. Course they were charging impossible rents for every person." he scoffed. "Claimed they knew nothing about it, that the 'legal' tenants must have "invited their families. The Devlin's got all of a smack on the wrist and a fine for breaching housing violations whilst the tenants got visits from immigration and threats of being sent straight back to whatever horrors they escaped from."

He went quiet for a good couple of minutes, staring miserably into his glass, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip. Gina stayed quiet, knowing he needed to work through his anger before it came too much for him – little knowing that that was exactly what had already happened. "Turns out they were trafficking them over too. Packing them into crates and loading the lorries in such ways that it was dangerous for customs to investigate further. It's a wonder they even got to Sun Hill from Afghanistan in the first place without anything happening to the people in the back. One of the lorries stopped suddenly where me and Ben were patrolling. The driver took one look at the uniforms and legged it." He finally lifted his gaze, Gina alarmed to see his eyes were red and watering. "The noise, Gina...” He swallowed shakily, it obvious that it had been haunting him.

Gina sighed and moved her hand so her arm was more around him and gave him a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure you did everything that you could. Knowing you, you went above and beyond as always."

Smithy took a deep breath in and sniffed back tears before continuing. "Jala, she's only just 11. She had to watch her father die in front of her whilst she was trapped. She was right next to another man who didn't make it. I had to tell her that her father had died. She's now an orphan. The only family she's got left here is her aunt. I could only get her out, I couldn't save him. He was-"

"It's OK." Gina soothed and slid her other arm around Smithy, letting her head rest against his in comfort as he fought to regain his composure. "You did your best," She soothed. "No one could have asked any more of you."

"Couldn't they?" Gina felt Smithy's shoulders rise under her arm in defense, the action telling her he hadn't yet told her everything that was bothering him.

"You're one of the best coppers I know." She said softly, still holding him so he didn't feel any pressure from eye contact and try to repress everything again without getting it off his chest. "Stupidly brave. Loyal to a fault. Calm under serious levels of pressure that other-" She trailed off at hearing a loud snort of derision come from Smithy and moved her hand from his shoulder to his chin. "What did you do?" She asked, lifting his chin though his gaze remained on the floor, unable to meet hers. Gina sighed, realising that he wasn't upset just at the situation, he was deeply ashamed of something.

"Jason Devlin." He said very quietly, his voice was almost a growl. "He had stolen jewellery in his boot that his associate had removed from those they trafficked over just 'cos they could. He caused a riot on the White Gate estate by forcibly evicting illegal immigrants as part of some stupid big show that he was 'playing by the rules in front of the police." He scoffed. "The residents tooled up and went after him and his goons. We had to remove him from the estate to calm the riot down and try and regain control. Stevie took him to his car after they mobbed the panda they were in to lynch him. She saw the bag and tried to look at it... he kicked her until she was unconscious."

"Oh, Smithy." Gina sighed, closing her eyes briefly, not needing him to spell out what he'd done. "You found her? Is she alright?"

Smithy nodded, turning his head from Gina's hand and sinking the remainder in his glass before speaking. "It was like an out-of-body experience. I just... lost it. I saw her on the ground out cold and went for him before I could do anything else." He swallowed hard, a tear tracing its way down his cheek. "Stone found me. He er, he... checked on Devlin and I er...." he downed another large gulp of his drink. "I checked Stevie and he... he called for ambulances and then the inspector came and Callum took over. Said we found them both and did first aid. He covered up for me, let the bosses think it was a disgruntled tenant that attacked him." He licked his dry lips. "They still do. He's been through court. I perjured myself. I could feel him staring at me from across the courtroom. Knowing every word was a lie."

Gina shook her head, "Knowing that he was responsible for at least two people's deaths just that month alone. Who knows if there have been any more they've 'disposed of' whilst they'd been doing it. Knowing they are ripping off some of the most vulnerable people and their families several times over for a so-called better life only to keep bleeding them dry when they got them here as a captive market." Unlike Smithy's, Gina's tone was calm and measured. "To subject them to God knows what because they have no one else they can tell as they fear being sent back by the authorities or their families being harmed if they did speak out. They have nothing, they're abused, vulnerable and stuck in a circle of giving every last penny they do receive or earn to The Devlin's and his ilk for this 'better life' that just doesn't happen."

She turned his head again. This time Smithy raised his gaze slightly but wouldn't look at her still, unable to meet her gaze for fear of seeing her be disappointed in him. "Whilst I don't condone what you did, I'm not going to punish you for it like you seem to want me to. Smithy, you're not just Sergeant Smith, a robotic android like police officer. You're human. You have emotions and feelings just like everyone else – even me." She paused, Smithy giving her a sad smile in response to her small joke. "Everyone has a breaking point and let's face it, you'd been through an entire roller coaster of emotions in a few short weeks caused by the actions of two toerags. Devlin's not some innocent mixed up in something out of his depth. He actively set out to break the law, to harm and hoodwink some of the most vulnerable people in the world. I'm not going to lose any sleep over him getting a taste of his own medicine and neither should you."

"I broke the law, Gina!" Smithy swallowed, "I assaulted him! I covered it up!"

"You did." she nodded. "But what part of you beating yourself up forever will make that have not happened? What part of you handing yourself in, losing your job, causing a mistrial, having Devlin freed and you potentially inside serves the Jala's of the world? Her, her aunt, her father... the real victims? You're a million times more useful to them and every other victim of crime that you come across where you are now, doing the job you've dedicated yourself to. Besides, if he got a chance he'd have done the same – if not worse – to you. This changes nothing."

Smithy swallowed and finally raised his gaze to meet Gina's. "So why do I feel like I'm a fraud? Why doesn't it feel like I deserve a promotion? Deserve to still have my job even?"

"Because you're a good man as well as a good officer," Gina said gently. "You know you did wrong and you know that the consequence of that is punishment. But Smithy, you've already punished yourself for what happened. Devlin is where he needs to be. He'd still be locked up for what he did either way whether this had happened or not. You just need to come to terms and accept that it did happen and draw a line under it. It's over. You'll be paying your penance through just doing your job and looking after everyone else but yourself." she said with a wry smile – one which Smithy mirrored in response. "Anyway; now you're on Inspector's wages, you can finally start bringing the scotch if you're going to make me listen to you being an old woman each time."

"Charming!" Smithy poured them both another drink and clinked his glass against Gina's in both cheers and thanks. "I'll remember that next time you're moaning about something Fantastic Mr Fox did or didn't do because you didn't tell him what you really meant." He smirked slightly before looking almost 'innocent'. "How is Jonathan by the way?

[lazersong]

TASK 001: DnD Classes  — Kezia

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 »  toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks.

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 »   list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams.

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 »  bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants.

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 »  goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most.

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweatpants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 »   school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather.

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 »   herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people.

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything.

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 »   infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 »   knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long.

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of books, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day.

[stuckonvenus]

ENNEAGRAM TYPES — EVERYONE.

El — TYPE 7.

How nice it'd be if we could try everything I'm serious, let's make a list and just begin What about danger? So what, what about risk? Let's climb the mountain before we cross that bridge!

Junko — TYPE 8.

Here I am, pry me open What do you want to know? I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough To hold the door shut And bury my innocence But here's a map, here's a shovel Here's my Achilles' heel.

Lucky — TYPE FIVE.

It feels like an out of body experience But something gets lost from a safe distance Now I can't put my mind to rest And I can't help but second guess Living behind this one-way mirror.

Kezia — TYPE 2.

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you with every single thing I have Like a tidal wave, I'll make a mess Or calm waters, if that serves you best I will love you without any strings attached.

Ridley — TYPE 3.

Gold, silver, or bronze hold no value here Where work and rest are equally revered I only want what's real I set aside the highlight reel And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk Worthy of love anyway.

Rune — TYPE 1.

The list goes on forever Of all the ways I could be better, in my mind As if I could earn God's favour, given time Or at least congratulations

Now, I have learned my lesson

The price of this so called perfection is everything I've spent my whole life searching desperately To find out that grace requires nothing of me. 

[lirlovesfic]

The Choice

Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the Powell Estate to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s very existence. Primary characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jackie Tyler. Genres: Romance, mystery, adventure, drama, character study, HN AU, fobbed!Nine, sick TARDIS. Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose Rating: Adult

Warning: none for this chapter

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Chapter Forty-Two– Indonesia, 26 August, 1883, and Indonesia, 27 August, 1885 Trees erupting in flames all around them, Mavi ran as though her life depended on it, which she knew it did. Her hand was still held firmly within the Doctor's, and despite his injuries, the Doctor still carried both the children: Adi under one arm with Kezia tightly clinging to his bare back. She stumbled, and the Doctor hauled her to her feet. "Run!" he shouted. "I am!" she protested breathlessly, but she doubted he heard her. She could scarcely hear herself over the crackling fire and the hiss of the falling pumice and the low rumble of the volcano. "Come on! We're almost there!" As much as she struggled to keep up with him, she struggled to understand his words. They made no sense. They were still halfway up the mountain, deep within the heart of the forest. They were nowhere near the shore. How could his ship be anywhere near here? He pulled her through a narrow gap between two trees, and then came to an abrupt halt. "Ah! There she is!" "Who?" "My ship. The TARDIS." "What? Where?" "Right in front of you!" He gestured at a tall wooden box standing on end on the far side of the clearing, painted some sort of dark color, illuminated by the flickering light of the fires surrounding them. There was a man-sized door on the near side, and oddly, some kind of lantern set on the very top. Despite the gloom of the night and the increasing smoke in the air, she could see that there was writing of some sort above the door. It was a strange sight, sitting all by itself in the middle of the forest. "But that's… that's just a crate." He didn't seem offended. "Finest ship in the universe." 

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[ghostflowerdreams]

Would my female OC being a doctor in 1899 be a problem? Is it even possible? What would it be like for her? idk if this is relevant, but I’m working on RDR2 fic…

What we know of Red Dead Redemption 2 is that it’s set in 1899, and spans across five fictitious states of a fictionalized version of the United States. It is a work of fiction, so its representation of the US is not accurate to real life. However, there are some similarities and references to real-world locations like Roanoke Island or the Lemoyne settlements. Some characters and events are also based on real-life people. There’s even a couple of historically accurate details such as Tuberculosis, which was the number one reason for mortality in the 1890s that helped to make the game realistic.

Rockstar Games certainly put in a lot of effort into making this game as epic as possible. So from this we know that they modeled the game from our – the real world’s time period of the late 1800s. We can use this as a starting point in our research to figure out if a woman doctor would be possible, how she be able to be one, how she’ll be treated by her peers and the public, etc.

Keep in mind that women have been practicing medicine, both openly and secretly, since ancient times. The first record of a female doctor was probably Peseshet in 2400 B.C.E., the supervisor of all female doctors, but there may have been female doctors even before that.

But to be specific to the 18th century – well, lets start with Elizabeth Blackwell. She was interested in medicine after a friend fell ill and remarked that, had a female doctor cared for her, she might not have suffered so much. Blackwell applied to many medical schools, but was rejected from each one. However, she got accepted into Geneva Medical College in western New York state.

The faculty, assuming that the all-male student body would never agree to a woman joining their ranks, allowed them to vote on her admission. As a joke, they all voted “yes” simply because they didn’t actually believe that the college was serious about it. Blackwell gained admittance, despite the reluctance of most of the students and faculty. Two years later, in 1849, Elizabeth Blackwell became the first woman to receive an M.D. degree from an American medical school.

Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell wasn’t the only women to practice medicine or to be recognized as a physician. Harriot Kezia Hunt (1805-1875), was an early female medical practitioner and women’s rights activist. She trained under Dr. Richard Dixon and Elizabeth Mott before opening her own consulting room, without a medical diploma in 1835. She practiced openly for about 20 years in Massachusetts and was the first woman to apply to Harvard Medical School in 1847. She was rejected, but was allowed to attend lectures at Harvard Medical School in 1850 and later on received an honorary M.D. from Woman’s Medical College of Pennsylvania in 1853.

In the years following Hunt’s application and rejection, other women continued to be denied as well. It wasn’t until 1945 that Harvard Medical School admitted its first class of women in a 10-year trial to measure productivity and accomplishment of women both during and after medical schooling. This class of women was admitted due to the decreased amount of qualified male applicants as a result of World War II.

By modern educational and credentialing standards, Dr. Blackwell is recognized as the first woman in the world to earn a regular M.D. degree from a regular or accredited medical school by means of satisfying the standard requirements of a full course of study.

It was only toward the end of the nineteenth century that female M.D. were more widely accepted. And even then, women physicians were still expected to provide only obstetrical, gynecological, pediatric, or public health services. They faced monumental difficulties and open hostility by their male colleagues. After all, society dictated that a division of labor should separate the proper roles of men and women into two rigidly distinct spheres, the woman’s being the home, where her function is the nurturer. She was seen as a weak and modest creature, whose moral sensibilities had to be protected from the evils of society.

So, back to your question and how does this information apply to your OC?

Well, it’s certainly possible for her to be a doctor in that time period, but it will not be an easy road for her to pursue. Trying to get into a medical school in the first place will involve a lot of rejection. She might never be able to get into one until much later in her life. If she does get accept and doesn’t hide the fact that she’s a woman, she will be faced with harassment and possibly sabotage by her male peers.

The OC could disguise herself as a men. That is what Margaret Ann Bulkley did to get into the University of Edinburgh Medical School in Scotland. She became Dr. James Barry in 1812 and remained known thus for the next 56 years. This “beardless lad” served as a British army surgeon across the Empire for many years. It was only on his death in 1865 of dysentery that the charwoman laying out his body discovered that James Barry was, in fact, biologically female. Dr. Barry was not the only woman to cross-dress or take on a male persona in medical history. [x]

Your OC could also go to an all women medical school, but that will depend on when you have your OC being born in the RDR2 world. There were only two medical schools that were founded around that time.

New England Female Medical College, Boston, founded in 1848.

Woman’s Medical College of Pennsylvania (founded 1850 as Female Medical College of Pennsylvania)

However, your OC doesn’t need to go to a university to be considered a physician. There’s the option of apprenticeship to a male physician who can ignore the fact that she’s a woman. Either way, the public opinion, especially with male physicians on woman doctors is unfavorable. Some people viewed woman physicians as untrained female abortionists and use the term as a derogatory epithet. Others may see them as just glorified midwives.

People during that time period will be skeptical at the news that the female OC is a doctor. But might be a bit more accepting if she calls herself a nurse. Most people will likely have the approach of needing to see her in action, or experience it for themselves to believe that she’s an actual competent physician. If they do believe her than they’ll expect her to specializes in the “softer” side of the medical field which deals with children and women.

Once out of medical school, woman physicians encountered even more barriers. Internships, hospital staff privileges, and election to medical societies were particularly difficult to obtain. The OC best bet is to probably open her own clinic or hospital (though gaining patients might be a bit of a struggle without the aid and support of a partnered male physician). Or to work somewhere that’s less likely to have issues with her, such as a hospital.

Woman’s Hospital of Philadelphia, founded in 1861, provided clinical experience for Woman’s Medical College of Pennsylvania students

Or maybe the OC enters into the field of private medical service? Basically be employed by individual patients primarily in their homes. This would be rare since not everyone would be able to afford it and even than they’re less likely to want a woman physician, unless the patient is a woman who insisted upon it or the patient is a child.

Also, around that time it was rare for African American women or men (which was even more rare) to be admitted to medical schools. The first African American woman to earn a medical degree in the United States was Rebecca Davis Lee Crumpler. She was accepted into the New England Female Medical College in 1860 and graduated in 1864. She was subject to intense racism and sexism while practicing medicine.

I hope this has answered your question. I’ve also included links that go further into the topic about women in medicine during the 18th century, as well as information about medical tools, medicine, and so on that I think will be helpful for your story too.

Wikipedia - Women in Medicine

American Medical Association - Timeline of women in medicine

Smithsonian - The Medical Practitioner Who Paved the Way for Women Doctors in America

Amazing Women in History - Elizabeth Blackwell, M.D., America’s first female doctor

Wikipedia - Elizabeth Blackwell

University of Bristol - A short biography of Elizabeth Blackwell

Women You Should Know - The Hard Rise And Long Fall Of Elizabeth Blackwell (1821-1910), The First Woman MD

Britannica - Elizabeth Blackwell

Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University - Elizabeth Blackwell’s Struggle to Become a Doctor

TIME - Who Is Elizabeth Blackwell? Why Google Is Celebrating the Pioneer

Biography - Elizabeth Blackwell

University of Tennessee Health Science Center Library - Elizabeth Blackwell: First Female Physician of the Modern Era

PBS - How Elizabeth Blackwell became the first female doctor in the U.S.

The Oregon Encyclopedia - Mary Anna Cooke Thompson

History of American Women - Mary Anna Cooke Thompson

Wikipedia - Charlotte Denman Lozier

History of American Women - Charlotte Denman Lozier

Nantucket Historical Association - Lydia Folger Fowler, M. D., 1822 – 1879, First American-Born Woman to Receive a Medical Degree

Britannica - Lydia Folger Fowler

Wikipedia - Lydia Folger Folwer

Encyclopedia - Fowler, Lydia Folger (1822–1879)

History of American Women - Marie Zakrzewska

Wikipedia - Marie Elizabeth Zakrzewska

U.S. National Library of Medicine - Changing the Face of Medicine: Marie E. Zakrzewska

Encyclopedia - Zakrzewska, Marie (1829-1902)

History of American Women - Clemence Sophia Lozier

New York Medical College - Clemence Sophia Harned Lozier, M.D. (1813-1888)‌‌

Encyclopedia - Lozier, Clemence Sophia Harned

Wikipedia - Clemence Sophia Harned Lozier

University of Massachusetts Press - Dr. Harriot Kezia Hunt

Unitarian Universalist Association - Harriot Kezia Hunt Making A Difference

History of American Women - Harriot Kezia Hunt

Encyclopedia - Hunt, Harriot Kezia (1805-1875)

Nebraska Studies - Susan La Flesche Picotte: First N.A. Female Physician

HISTORY - Remembering the First Native American Woman Doctor

Wikipedia - Susan LaFlesche Picotte

Smithsonian - The Incredible Legacy of Susan La Flesche, the First Native American to Earn a Medical Degree

U.S. National Library of Medicine - Changing the Face of Medicine: Dr. Susan La Flesche Picotte

JSTOR - The First Native American to Receive a Medical Degree

Wikipedia - Rebecca Lee Crumpler

PBS - Celebrating Rebecca Lee Crumpler, first African-American woman physician

U.S. National Library of Medicine - Changing the Face of Medicine: Dr. Rebecca Lee Crumpler

History of American Women - First Women Nurses

Medium: TIMELINE - The ‘Wickedest Woman in New York’ who made abortion affordable for women in the 1800s

Mental Floss - 15 Terrifying 18th Century Remedies for What Ails You

Science Friday - The ‘Murderous’ Medical Practice Of The 18th Century

Britannica - Medicine in the 18th century

The Colonial Williamsburg Foundation - Eighteenth-Century Medical Myths

PBS - Medicine

Colonial Society of Massachusetts - Botanic Remedies in Colonial Massachusetts, 1620–1820

HISTORY - 7 of the Most Outrageous Medical Treatments in History

Adam Matthew Digital - Popular Medicine in America, 1800-1900

Interesting Engineering - 15 Medical Inventions And Discoveries of the 1800’s That Have Come to Define Modern Medicine

City University of New York - Milestones for Health in America: 1800s

Wikipedia - Timeline of Medicine and Medical Technology

Wikipedia - 1897 in Science: Medicine and Pharmacology

Wikipedia - 1899 in Science: Medicine

Medgadget - 1800s Surgical Kit

Oxford University Press - Siting Epidemic Disease: 3 Centuries of American History

American Antiquarian Society - Eighteenth Century Medicine in America (PDF)

PBS - TB (Tuberculosis) in America: 1895-1954

American Heritage - What It Was Like To Be Sick In 1884

Michigan Family History Network - Some Medical Terms Used in Old Records

Science Daily - Dysentery epidemic killed many in the 1700s-1800s

National Center for Biotechnology Information: U.S. National Library of Medicine History of Medicine - Health, Medicine and Disease in the Eighteenth Century

Knowitall - Medicine: 18th-19th Century

Colonial Society of Massachusetts - Eighteenth-Century Medicine and the Modern Physician

Colonial Society of Massachusetts - Medicine in Boston and Philadelphia: Comparisons and Contrasts, 1750–1820

Science Museum - Surgery

PBS - Surgical Procedures

History of Surgery: 18th Century - 19th Century

Colonial Society of Massachusetts - Surgery in Massachusetts, 1620-1800

Science Museum - Pain and Cleanliness

Remember RDR2 isn’t set in real life, it’s a fictionalized version the United States that’s base on our real history. So don’t be afraid to make up things (like a fictional medical school – one that’s accepting of woman doctors and whatnot) or to tweak things so that it works for your story.

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We may leave each other’s side, but we will always remain as one of CNHS’ pride

10-Aurum Familia, thanks for the memories! I am grateful to have every single one of you. Reflecting from our past memories and experiences together made me realize that another milestone of my life has been achieved. As an appreciation for everyone, here’s a message for all:

BOYS;

Joshua Andal, keep copying every single detail on the board, thanks for the clean and almost complete notes. Remain humble, keep your perfectionist attitude, and most of all retain improving your dancing skills.

CJ Andrade, sorry for stressing you out in our Science Investigatory Project. Keep influencing young leaders to give their best in everything, continue with your writing abilities, and as much as possible enjoy life and keep your temper chilled.

Andrew Antonio, remain a meek person. What I appreciate in you is your habit of always taking the chance of giving back the praise to God, despite the dozens of achievements. Whenever I check your Periodic Test Papers, after the last no. writes: “TO GOD BE THE GLORY!!!” Thanks for tutoring and assisting in the lessons we don’t understand, may you continue in giving your best for God!

Kenneth Bacud, thanks for the funny memories. Keep on directing and editing videos, films and short films. Whenever you need my help concerning installation of Editing Software, just approach me.

Ronnie Ballad, stay humble and kind. Remain the social and approachable student that you are, retain the good attitude and responsible character.

Laurence Castillo, remain a “BIBO KID.” I will always keep the jokes and funny moments you shared with us. I am grateful for having you. Stay clever and immovable.

Freidrich Cusipag, study harder and learn more about everything. Maybe you can be the next Filipino Scientist, we just don’t know. Keep memorizing facts and trivia. Don’t forget about improving in Basketball. You’re so intelligent, thanks for the inspiration!

Karlos Dayrit, stay silent and quiet. Start valuing time in the sense of redeeming it, for you’ve wasted enough on computer games. Study even more, you’re so potential, maximize it.

Aaron Dela Cuesta, keep improving your piano skills, we might just include you as an official instrumentalist in the Band. Keep up the hard work, I do appreciate it a lot. Stop being false sometimes, start being true every time.

Daryll Diaz, remain considerate and forgiving. Stay the basketball player and the social student that you are. I value your improvement in being punctual, keep up!

Harvey Herbert, what I like the most in you is your artistic character. Your life is full of light and dark colors, keep up your happy attitude and strive harder. Grow deeper in writing and most of all, remember God always and stay intact with Him.

Ryan Maguddayao, you’ve really balanced your life from studies to emotions. Remain wise and logical. Just like my message for Karlos, maximize your talents and skills. It’s better to use and consume everything the Lord has given, instead of wasting it and spending more time on the minorities.

Emil Malana, sustain the happy and funny character. Always keep your eyes glad, for there are many times that even though you approach with the right tone and with the right words, your eyes enrages me. I remember what happened last time, I’m sorry for that. Remain approachable and friendly!

Jonard Malillin, keep playing volleyball and improving your voice. Remain enduring and persisting!

John Roe Matammu, let God motivate you more and teach you many things that you don’t know about Him. Keep writing and striving harder. Fight the Good Fight of Faith!

John Whesley Pelagio, sustain you good leadership, motivate and inspire more leaders. Lower you temper and Chill life. Devotion before Emotion!

Felmar Portillo, EIC thanks for the works you’ve let me do. Right more articles, and keep on improving your self-confidence in speaking. Remain Humble and Silent.

Kliff Villanueva, stay friendly. Keep on improving your talents and skills in English, commit it for the Lord, and always acknowledge Him in everything you do.

GIRLS;

Darylle Addatu, one of the best actress in class. Keep acting and of course solving problems in math.

Kryssha Andres, the “almost” #1 fan of Jungkook. Remain kind and keep on dancing.

Judee Articulo, the #1 debater in our group of friends. Stay diligent and caring!

Janae Bassig, our “pahumble” intelligent classmate. Keep on studying hard, thanks for the challenge and guidance. Remain a social person, a kind but spirited girl and a passionate student.

Buena Beños, quiet and silent yet one of the greatest singers in class. Remain leveling up in singing and dancing. Stay simple and elegant!

Angelica Binarao, shy but full of ideas and wisdom. Stay friendly and caring. Strive harder in SHS, your  talented and potential, use it!

Karen Bitanga, our quiet and innocent classmate. I remember what you did yesterday in our game “BAHAY, BAGYO, BABOY.” Do your best to never repeat it again. Keep up the good attitude and the meek character.

Julia Calbario, the graceful dancer and silent achiever. Remain striving and as you reach the top always stay humble!

Angelica Calvo, once a CaVRAA swimmer. Keep the happy, approachable and friendly character.

Salve Cardeñas, the silent and humble classmate that we have. Give God your problems, trust Him always. Keep the faith and remember that you’re living this life for Him alone. God Bless!

Christelle Castro, the English essayist of the year. Remain immovable and always trusting in God. Stay humble and keep that g-tech pen, to win always!

Kristel Doctolero, our main actress in Pitong Segundo. Act more on days to come and express your feelings as much as possible, performing your best in doing the director’s instruction. Stay submissive.

Samantha Durian, also one of the talented singers and dancers in class. Keep it up. Always remain good-natured and friendly!

Naiza Gañac, Chron’s best photojournalist. Don’t only capture great things, capture treasured moments. Remain meek and natural.

Jeanelle Genoveza, beauty and brains; the most ideal girl in class. Stay humble, kind and friendly. Remain the girl that you are!

Editha Guiyab, the cute but moody girl in class. Remain approachable and caring, stay the kind and friendly.

Grace Guzman, Ms. Sports and also one of the best mathematicians in class. Keep the funny attitude, remain deferential and simple!

Micah Maggay, our silent but extraordinarily smart classmate. Stay humble, simple and try improving your social skills to meet more people.

Karissa Manalo, our best actress in class. Keep the funny character and keep on socializing to reduce depression. As a member of COG, be the girl God wants you to be and always remain in Him. Stay submissive, especially to your future directors!

Niña Katrina Matammu, the counterpart of Laurence. Remain committed to studies. Prioritize the majors than the minors. Stay a “Bibo Kid”, a simple yet friendly and caring student.

Princess Justice ABCD Narag, one of the ideal girls in class. Remain strict but humble, talented and skillful yet teachable, and despite the stressful and problematic state that you’re in, I appreciate your time-management and priority management. Inspire and motivate more young women to do as you do!

Kathrina Raralio, the small but terrible mathematician in class. Remain humble and smart, keep up the cheerful attitude and reduce the sensitive character.

Shany Salva, the mathematician who became a gamer just to engage connection with “someone.” Remain studious and responsible. Sustain your humility and commitment to studies. Be the drummer girl you want to be!

Precious Tabbu, the silent and elegant intelligent girl in class. Stay approachable and caring, be more of a social person and keep striving in SHS, try joining contests to improve you skills. Memorize more lessons and master it, apply it with wisdom at home and at school!

Ayra Tamaray, one of the Best copyreaders and spelling bee quizzers in CNHS. Be more caring and funny, I appreciate your character a lot, remain humble and warm-hearted.

Kezia Tan, the talented girl, who sings, plays the piano and the guitar. Remain serving God in Church, be still, stay quiet and good natured.

Katreena Tattao, the responsible Leader that needs improvement in equipping others. Your studies are leveling up! Stay humble, simple and hardworking. “Wag kang paGOD para di ka pagod!”Mobilize your leaders next time and challenge them to do their responsibility.

Joanna Tuliao, the cute Vice President of GTCO. Remain humble, strong and seek God always.

Jemarie Tapiru, the counterpart of Harvey. Sustain you talents and skills, do more art works, and if possible try selling them this summer to earn a lot. Thanks for some reviewers, remain meek and kind!

I am really glad to have each and every one of you. As we take up this new course in life, remain in God and trust Him always. Before making serious decisions always ask yourself the question: “WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?”. God Speed Aura!

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EMILY MCCAUSLAND “TEENAGE DIRTBAG”

CHARACTERS: The Streets: Charlotte May Jane Louisa Street (born 30 July 1999) Maria May Jane Street (born 24 March 1973) Francesca Louisa Taylor née Street (born 3 August 1969) Cody Jake James (born 2 March 1994) Lily Elizabeth Street (born 21 August 2010) Max James Street (born 18 October 2013) The Deans: Kayla Thomas née Dean (born 30 July 1967) Jerome Dean (born 21 August 1972) The Greys/Spencers: Karl Spencer Daphne Grey née Merrimack, previously Spencer Alexander Edward Grey Logan Christopher Spencer (born 11 January 1971) Danielle Spencer née Dean (born 4 October 1974) Terri Amber Spencer (born 8 October 1993) Maxxi Lola Spencer (born 8 October 1993) Robbie James Spencer (born 21 November 1997) Evan Freddie Spencer (born 2 February 2000) Lillie Alexia Spencer (born 2 August 1972) Mark Summers Taylor Joanne Summers (born 2 December 1993) Haiden Jennifer Summers (born 1 July 1996) Rylee Felicia Summers (born 12 April 2002) Tessa Nicole Grey (born 3 June 1983) Kezia Grey (born 20 November 2000) Axle Max Grey (born 22 September 1988) Polly Anna Maisie Grey née Thomas (born 10 November 1991) Jaydon James Grey (born 10 April 2008) Tristan Mason Grey (born 21 May 2010) The Evertons: Daniel Thomas “Danny” Everton (born 5 May 1971) Rebecca Kelly “Becky” Lloyd (born 11 September 1972) Thomas Daniel “Tom” Everton (born 17 July 1992) Tiffani Rebecca Everton (born 27 March 1994) Ethan James Everton (born 15 June 1998) Elliott Michael Everton (born 15 June 1998) Maya Kelly Everton (born 11 July 2002) The Lyles: Annalise Lily “Annie” Lyle (born 21 December 1991) Elizabeth Annabelle Lyle (born 21 June 1996) Madeleine Jennifer Lyle (born 26 March 1997) The Hutches: Brett Charlie Hutch (born 21 December 1987) Thomas Jacob Hutch (born 15 December 1994) Nathaniel Mason “Nate” Hutch (born 15 November 1996) Others: Matt Cooper Jake Mitchell Ben Macaulay Amy Macaulay Nicole Harry Shields Holly Shields Shaun Brandon Thomson Nathan Thomson Nicola Thomson Lauren Mitchell Jade Kerri Ann Gemma Lottie Young Cheyenne Young Jazia Jennifer Danielle Olivia Porsche Piper Drew Zack Drew Denny Drew Anita Mitchell Maria Mitchell Charlie Thomson SCENE ONE. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. V.O. AUGUST 1, 2017. ARCHIVE FOOTAGE OF CHARLOTTE GROWING UP AND CHARACTERS SHOWN AS THEY ARE NAMED. V.O. CHARLOTTE. I’m eighteen-year-old CHARLOTTE STREET, born in Manchester, Lancashire, to SHONNÉ SHIELDS and JEROME DEAN. My mum had previously been married, when she was 20-years-old, but the marriage lasted just 5 years and they divorced at age 25. She had a son, twenty-four-year-old CODY, with her ex-husband, who grew up in Liverpool with his father and I have only ever met him three times. My father was arrested and jailed before I was born, and so my mum cut him off for good and I have no ties to him. I was told I had the cancer gene from my father’s side and was diagnosed in 2012, after I turned 12, and won my battle in 2013 when I was 13. Mum’s parents LEON and LIZZIE were not in the best of health at this point and GRAMPA LEON had to be taken into hospital; NANA LIZZIE was diagnosed as being a dementia patient and taken into a care home almost immediately. They are progressing. I have five cousins: POLLY (born 10 November 1991, to Dad’s sister KAYLA), identical twin sisters TERRI and MAXXI, and ROBBIE and EVAN (born to Mum’s sister DANIELLE). POLLY had two sons, JAYDON and TRISTAN, with husband AXLE GREY. AXLE is now a single father, as POLLY sadly passed away on 10 January 2012. She also had the cancer gene. Axle is the son of DAPHNE GREY, the management at the studio where POLLY and I were a music duo, POLLY providing vocals and keyboard, and myself guitar and backing vocals. I still get money from sales. Our career lasted from September two-thousand-nine (when I was nine and POLLY eighteen) until January two-thousand-twelve (when POLLY was twenty and me twelve). I now work for the studio freelance. I live in a two bed flat with my mother and Aunt Francesca. But spend the majority of my time with my close friends: identical twins ETHAN and ELLIOTT EVERTON, sisters ELIZABETH and MADDIE LYLE, and TOM HUTCH, Elizabeth’s long-term on-again-off-again boyfriend. Elizabeth and Tom have been together for years - they were first made official in December 2011, at school five years ago - but split at least three times and then got back together during that time, but they’ve been firmly back together for eight months now - since September 2016. Ethan and Maddie have been together for four years now - since 30 June 2013 - when Ethan was fifteen and Maddie fourteen. Elizabeth and Maddie have an older sister, ANNIE. Ethan and Elliott have an older brother named THOMAS, and two sisters named MAYA and TIFFANI. Tom has an older brother, BRETT and a young brother NATE. Brett has a daughter named SOFIA with a relative of mine, KAT. Grampa Leon is Kat’s Great-Uncle. AUNT DANIELLE works as the producer of a TV series filmed in front of a live studio audience in Manchester. As soon as I turned 16, I started looking for jobs and got one working in a shop during the summer holidays. They kept me on because they thought I was doing well. But I left in late-August because she was offered another job in advertising. Then in early-September I was a shop assistant for a month before starting my job at as a waitress in a café earlier last month: November. And then I was offered to write and provide guitar for other artists/bands at the studio I had previously worked for. I also play basketball, football, volunteers at the library and attended evening classes in English, Maths and History as I never got to finish school because of my maternal grandparents’ illnesses. And I visit my maternal grandparents often, frequently changing bed sheets at the different locations and bringing them treats and just generally helping out. I started doing some charity work in the summer, gaining permission for use at the community centre; I am using the time slots for young people to sign up and do different activities such as sports, cooking, school tutoring and more, in an attempt to reduce crime; if young people are occupied with something more beneficial to put their time into then they are less likely to commit crime. I also put together fundraisers every six-months-or-so in order to raise money for cancer, with activities including singing, sports, dancing, competitions and more… I have been doing this since I was thirteen and have raised up to £5,000 on these occasions. I inherited my father’s home but rent it out because I’m not ready to live alone (but still pay rent at my mother’s), and I was named on my father’s life insurance, and inherited my father’s car - which I keep in my grandparents’ double garage - as well as inheriting other aspects and property of my father’s belongings. I was recently involved in a drugs raid after being drugged and kidnapped. I was shot in the left shoulder once and stabbed in the very bottom-right of her stomach. I was also sexually assaulted by one of the dealers who wanted money for the drugs my friend had bought. I was later arrested, charged and put behind bars. After one of the dealers’ house was burned to the ground, I was arrested and charged. After serving several months in prison they found the true culprit and released me with compensation. I subsequently fell pregnant as a result of the assault but sadly lost the baby in September at just five months. I then made the decision that I needed some time away from everything, and so moved out of my mother and aunt’s. So, I was homeless for a week or two before I moved back in. I kept my job as my record was cleared after admissions were given and charges were dropped. My bedroom is a square-shape at the back of the home. The bedroom contains: an en-suite on the bottom-right of the room; a wardrobe in the top-right of the room; the bed in the top-left of the room; a bedside and one of two desks next to it, by the window; a stand with a TV on in the bottom-right corner; a round wooden table under the window containing: teddies, baskets with chocolates, sweets and cookies, glitter, candles; a guitar circle containing three guitars on stands in the middle of the room; and a keyboard against the right-side wall. This community centre; work at the café; library; Maths classes; English classes; play football; writing for the studio; basketball training; care home; studying History. I teach guitar. On my basketball team were MATT, JAKE, and siblings BEN and AMY; on my football team were NICOLE, siblings HARRY and HOLLY, and SHAUN. Since the evening classes I have become friends with siblings BRANDON, NATHAN, NICOLA, and LAUREN and JADE, especially as they all help each other during and outside their classes. At the café I often share shifts with three girls around my age named KERRI ANN, GEMMA and LOTTIE. Lottie has a younger sister named CHEYENNE, with whom I have also become quite close. At the studio I have provided guitar for a girl band consisting of members JAZIA, JENNIFER, DANIELLE, OLIVIA and PORSCHE, and solo singers PIPER DREW (through whom I also met her siblings ZACK and DENNY when they came to the studio to see her) and ANITA MITCHELL (through whom I also met her sister MARIA when she came to the studio to see Anita). I also met a guy named CHARLIE THOMSON when I was in London travelling during my music career. We have a lot in common: Charlie’s father also passed away due to cancer, and his mother is a drug user - she’s getting treatment presently. SCENE TWO. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. HOME. DAYTIME It’s Tuesday, May 2, 2017, and six-o'clock-in-the-morning so CHARLOTTE is in the flat getting ready for work and the day ahead of her. She goes to work wearing a long-sleeved black crop top and a long, brown fluffy, warm winter jacket with a fluffy white collar, white scarf, black skinny jeans, and with black trainers. She has her long straight jet-black hair down and a black headband with a cute little black bow on its side, and a small black over-the-shoulder bag. She locks the flat’s white front door and then heads for the café around the corner at 06:35. SCENE THREE. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. INT. CAFE. DAYTIME. She arrives at 06:50. In the kitchen, there is a cupboard in the top-left corner, containing lockers; CHARLOTTE opens the locker using her combination, places her bag and coat inside of it, and then gets her coat out of her bag and places it in the back pocket of her jeans, then closing the locker so it’s secure, and putting the required work apron on, which only goes on the waist, not around the neck; she ties it on so that her black crop top reveals her belly button and belly button piercing. Her manager ANA, then comes from around a corner. ANA Oh, hi, Charlotte, how are you today? CHARLOTTE I’m OK thanks, Ana, and yourself? ANA Good ta. So, if you could get some more coffee cups out of storage, refill the coffee machine, and set the buns and bread out, please. That’d be a wonderful start. CHARLOTTE Of course. By 07:45 she has finished all this, and has now taken it upon herself to clean the tables, fridge and counter rather than waiting for ANA to ask her. This is done by 08:15, and customers have started arriving for their morning coffees now, so CHARLOTTE washes her hands and puts a pair of gloves on from storage to make sandwiches. She makes around twenty sandwiches and packages them within an hour. By 09:15 she has been asked to wash up, which takes her around twenty minutes, so by 09:40 she has begun serving customers. By 10:30, after forty minutes of serving, she is due a break and so takes a croissant from the tray on the counter, then making herself a coffee and placing the money in the till; steps out the back and then eats the croissant, getting out a cigarette and lighter along with her phone, holding the coffee and cigarette in one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other. At 10:40 she goes to the staff loo just behind the kitchen, and then heads back in for work by 10:45. Ana then asks her if she’ll restock the fridge while ANA serves. And finally, at 11:15, she’s asked to serve again for the last 45 minutes of her shift. And by 12:00 she’s back at her locker and waving goodbye to ANA. SCENE FOUR. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. INT. FLAT. DAYTIME. She’s home by 12:15 and grabs her laptop and some papers for the group she runs, substituting her small black bag for a bigger black backpack, placing her laptop, phone, purse, notebook and pencil case, small makeup bag including deodorant, perfume, hair and headbands and hair clips, and hairbrush, and a memory stick and earphones. Taking her coat off, she then goes to the fridge to see what there is to eat for lunch. She decides on a pasta salad and sits down at the small round wooden kitchen table to eat it. By 12:30 she’s finished and washed up and so gets her coat from back off the coat stand, grabs her keys from the side, along her backpack, and then locks back up. She then heads to the community centre, taking a 10-minute bus ride and a 20-minute walk, arriving at the community centre for one o'clock, some of the young people having already arrived and waiting outside the hall we use. SCENE FIVE. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. INT. COMMUNITY CENTRE. DAYTIME. As they start going in, there is a sign-up sheet that CHARLOTTE puts out, along with an activities sheet, and so they line-up to sign it. She then to set-up the five different activities they’ve got in-store. The tutor then comes in and greets everyone with an apology for being late, and they set up a table for her to sit with the students. CHARLOTTE joins in with some of the activities for an hour-and-fifteen-minutes, and at 14:30 they sit down for a chat about how things are going in general, and then at 14:45 they begin packing up. By 15:00 they have packed up and got their things and are ready to go; they say their goodbyes and then MADDIE heads back home, arriving there for 15:30, getting her laptop out of her backpack and getting some song sheets up so that she can write on them. SCENE SIX. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. INT. FLAT. DAYTIME. She finishes at 17:00 and then begins cooking some tea. She has a small TV in the kitchen on the side, and often watches whilst cooking and eating at the dining table; she switches it on after she’s prepared the vegetables she’s going to cook. She then puts some sausages in the oven and starts grilling them. Once done, she sits down and eats, watching the TV and then washing up, putting a load of washing in the machine and going to her room to get changed into her basketball kit and puts her hair up into a ponytail. SCENE SEVEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. INT. SPORTS HALL. DAYTIME. At 17:45 she sets of for the sports hall, a ten-minute walk, and helps Jake - who’s already there - set up. CHARLOTTE Alright, Jake? JAKE Yeah. Yeah, I’m good ta. CHARLOTTE Need a hand? JAKE I could use one for the other side, thanks, love. CHARLOTTE Sure. By the time they’ve got the ball and bibs out, others have started arriving and the game will therefore begin in a matter of moments. Once they’ve all got their positions determined by their bibs on, the coach gets them to do some warm-ups, and then by 18:30 the coach calls for them to get into position ready for a game. 16-year-old CHARLOTTE plays Power Forward, 22-year-old JAKE plays Shooting Guard, 18-year-old BEN plays Centre, AMY plays Small Forward, and 18-year-old BRANDON plays Point Guard. BEN and AMY are twins. They get into position and start the training, and CHARLOTTE has scored twenty-five baskets in the last half-an-hour. And at 19:00 they get the cones out for dribbling, which they do for fifteen minutes, and then they spend the last ten minutes passing the ball between them, and finally the last five minutes are spent packing up. They then bid one another goodbye and they head out. SCENE EIGHT. MACHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. INT. FLAT. DAYTIME. So, CHARLOTTE sets off for the block of flats she lives in, that her mother rented for years as a teenager and her early-twenties. She gets some pyjamas out from her wardrobe in her room and sets them down on the side in the bathroom (there’s a side from left to right at the back with a round sink in the middle). The bathroom is next to the bedroom I’m the flat, with the kitchen, living room and storage cupboard on the right-hand-side of the hall. Once CHARLOTTE has gotten a towel out of one of the bathroom wall cabinets and hung it on the shower glass, closed the curtains and turned the shower on, she soaks in water for a moment and then begins washing her body. Her hair is up but she’s not washing her hair. She then dries herself on the white bath mat in the middle of the bathroom, and begins putting on her pyjamas: a pair of green shorts, and a blue top with a beach setting on it. She then puts her hair up in a messy bun and slips into her slippers, then placing the towel she just used on the towel rack. And then she goes into the kitchen to make tea and toast. Once that’s done she secures the flat (making sure necessary doors are locked, and curtains and blinds are closed) and so goes into the living room and closes the curtains (the blinds were already shut), and then she gets her phone out from her bag, sits down in the living room, closes the door, begins eating the toast she made earlier, and turns the TV on. She then receives a text message. She then goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth and gets changed into everyday clothing and heads out again. SCENE NINE. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. INT. PUB. NIGHTTIME. She heads to her local where she spots some older friends: 20-year-old twin brothers ETHAN and ELLIOTT, Ethan’s 19-year-old girlfriend MADDIE, Maddie’s 20-year-old sister ELIZABETH, and Elizabeth’s 20-year-old boyfriend TOM. They are visiting family on a break from filming. It’s 21:15 and ETHAN has his arm around MADDIE. CHARLOTTE has small brown eyes, is tanned, has a small thin nose, has a round face, cheekbones, wavy jet-black hair and is 5'8". ETHAN and ELLIOTT have small brown eyes, are tanned, and Ethan has a little stubble and is around 5'7" while Elliott’s baby-faced and 5’9” and, finally, they both have oval faces and strong cheekbones, messy thick dark brown hair and a handsome smile. MADDIE has long dirty blonde hair, is 5'7" in height, is fair skinned and has noticeable cheekbones, small green eyes and rosy cheeks. Elliott has a much bulkier build, is paler, has hazel eyes, freckles and lighter, shaven hair and is 5'9" in height. ELIZABETH has light brown hair, green eyes and cheekbones and has olive-tone skin, and is smaller in height than her younger sister at 5'5". TOM is 5'8" in height and has a round face and stubble, is olive-skin-toned, has dark brown parted hair and bright blue eyes. Elizabeth is sitting on her boyfriend’s lap and they are whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Elliott and Charlotte are the only singles left in the bunch, but Elliott is a lady’s man and is usually speaking to at least two or three girls at a time. He’s had quite a few girlfriends but never really long-term, whereas his twin has had three or four girlfriends but they’ve all been for a longer period of time. ELLIOTT is sitting opposite his brother with a girl he met a few weeks ago when she guest-started at his workplace: 25-year-old DANIELLE JACKSON. She’s got one leg on Elliott’s lap and the other drooped over the edge of the red leather seat, her head resting against the wall that the booth is up against. CHARLOTTE is sitting next to ELLIOTT, opposite TOM and ELIZABETH. And next to CHARLOTTE, on the left-side-edge of the booth is TOMMY LEWIS, a cousin of Elizabeth and Maddie. DANIELLE How long have you pair been together?“ ETHAN Four years (He takes a sip from his pint) Danielle then turns her focus on Tom and Elizabeth. TOM Well, we first got together four years ago, but we split within three months; got back together two weeks later, stayed together for a year before breaking up again, and then got back together a day later; and it kept going like that on-off for another couple of years, but we’ve been firmly back together for a year now DANIELLE How can you be sure that you’ll stay together this time? And how come you’ve split so many times, anyway? (Danielle speaks her mind) TOM Er, well our personalities tend to clash because I’m the kind of guy who would be getting detentions every other day in school, was never very academically involved and used school as a social and trouble making opportunity, and partied while his parents were out- (He looks sheepish and then turns to his girlfriend) ELIZABETH Whereas I… put my head down and got all the work done, always had my head in a book, was at the library, or the voice of something academically-inclined, and only had a small group of friends. But when I met Tom at school I found his loud, cheeky side very attractive because he was funny and would always try and involve me in everything he could. And that’s when we started seeing each other… TOM But my wild side has always gotten in the way because there were trust issues. However, we’ve had a good chat about it and decided that none of that matters, we love each other and we couldn’t be ourselves without each other; the fitting pieces to one another’s puzzle. So, if it starts getting tough again, rather than splitting, we’ll talk about it and remind each other why we’re together. ELIZABETH So, we’re going to start over, we’re going to make a new start of our relationship, erase everything from the past that hasn’t gone the way we wanted it to, and stay together for as long as we can. (she smiles, cuddling in tighter to her boyfriend) TOM takes a mouthful from his pint and gulps it down, while ELIZABETH elegantly sips her wine. TOM then takes ELIZABETH’s left hand into his right, from over his shoulder. ETHAN and CHARLOTTE have now gone up for a dance and I swear if DANIELLE gets any closer to ELLIOTT she’ll be sitting on his lap. And TOMMY has now found a girl, who’s just asked him to dance. ELLIOTT Charlotte, do you want a game of pool? CHARLOTTE Sure. DANIELLE lazily takes her leg off of ELLIOTT’s lap and he downs the rest of his drink and offers CHARLOTTE a coke as they go past the bar to the pool table, an offer upon which she takes. Once she’s got the coke she thanks ELLIOTT and then he puts a coin in and they set up the game. CHARLOTTE Who’s breaking? ELLIOTT Ladies first. (He gestures the table) ELLIOTT Don’t you have work tomorrow? CHARLOTTE Nope! And even if I did, I like the company. (She breaks) ELLIOTT So, what are you doing tomorrow, then? (He takes his shot) CHARLOTTE Studio work. Care home. Community Centre. Maths evening class. English evening class. (Lazily) “Ooh!” (She pots a ball) ELLIOTT Nice one! Could always stay at ours, Mum and Dad won’t mind, you know what they’re like. Everyone’s coming ’round tonight. (Charlotte smiles) ETHAN Oi, Elliott, when you and Charlotte are done we’re gonna head back. (From the bar) ELLIOTT Alright, bro. ETHAN D'you want one more drink, any of you? ELLIOTT Please, bro. CHARLOTTE Yes, please. ETHAN takes a final swig from his bottle and orders another round, MADDIE linked arm in arm on his left side, head on his shoulder. ETHAN You alright, babe? You look tired. (He ruffles his girlfriend’s hair) MADDIE I am (Maddie sighs) ETHAN We’ll be going soon, no worries. Are you staying over? (Maddie nods) ETHAN Is there something else wrong, Mads, you seem upset? MADDIE Nah, just tired. (She’s still tucked into her boyfriend) ETHAN Well if there is something the matter, you can tell me, you know. MADDIE I know, babe, thank you. ELLIOTT Guys, anyone want a smoke? (He walks around the corner past the bar with Charlotte, aiming his question at his brother, Tom, and Maddie, knowing that they smoke and Danielle, Elizabeth and Maddie don’t) MADDIE goes out, leaving her sister with their cousin and DANIELLE. The others make their way out with their drinks in hand. And ELLIOTT hands a lighter round. CHARLOTTE Wish I were eighteen. (She shivers) ETHAN You can still smoke. (He takes his coat off and placing it on Charlotte’s shoulder) CHARLOTTE Thank you. ETHAN Drinking is good, though. (He puts his arm round his girlfriend and smiling) ETHAN and ELLIOTT’s younger sister, TIFFANI, comes around the corner suddenly with some of her friends from school. She’s 18. ETHAN Alright, Tiff! TIFFANI Yo, bros! (She slurs and giggles) ELLIOTT Are you drunk? Have you got her drunk? (He gestures to Tiff’s boyfriend on the right) BOYFRIEND No! And even she was, she’s eighteen. ETHAN Yeah well, she’s still our little sister. TIFFANI Shut up! (Tiff goes into the pub) See you at home. TOM Right, I’m gonna go see my girlfriend. (He goes back into the pub) ELLIOTT Dude, you saw her ten minutes ago. TOM I love her. Always wanna be with her. ETHAN You wouldn’t understand, mate. (Tom’s gone in) ELLIOTT Why wouldn’t I? ETHAN Because you’ve never been properly in love. You’ve loved before, but I don’t think you’ve ever been in love. ELLIOTT I haven’t. I love but they don’t seem to truly love me back. ETHAN That’s because you fall in love too quickly, mate. ELLIOTT Can’t help who you fall in love with. ETHAN No, but sometimes you can help how fast you fall in love with them. Or what you show. I fell in love with Maddie quickly but I didn’t tell her I loved her until about six months in because I didn’t want to put her off or jinx it. And I had to make sure I felt absolutely certain about my feelings and that I wanted to stay with her. And that I thought she felt the same about me. Bro, can you honestly tell me that you wanted to be with those girls for the long-term? ELLIOTT Just one. (Elliott takes a last swig from his bottle) But she’s well out of my reach. (He makes his way back inside) ETHAN How come? ELLIOTT She’s in love with someone else. (He opens the door and going back in) As everyone else follows, Charlotte makes to take off Ethan’s coat but he puts it back on her shoulder. ETHAN Keep it till we get to mine, I’m warm. CHARLOTTE Thanks again. ETHAN As for you… (He refers to his girlfriend and cuddling her in tighter, kissing her on the head) I love you and you only get your charger back when you give me a kiss!     (Maddie pecks Ethan on the lips) No no, I mean a proper kiss! CHARLOTTE Too much info, mate. When they get back in they get their coats and the twins tell their sister they’ll see her when they get home, and they head off out. ELLIOTT You coming, Danielle? DANIELLE Nah, mate, I’ll catch you up. ELLIOTT Alright. See you back at ours in a bit. DANIELLE Yeah. I’ll see you lot back with Tiff. TOM and ELIZABETH cuddle into one another as they walk. CHARLOTTE texts her mum and her aunt to say where she’s going; two minutes later SHONNÉ texts back and five minutes later AUNT FRANCESCA texts back. They are fine with it. On the way out of the pub they spot CHARLOTTE’s friend CHARLIE, who then joins them, and later his ex, LOTTIE YOUNG, who works with CHARLOTTE, and also joins them. SCENE TEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1, 2017. EXT. PARK. NIGHTTIME. They walk by a small park on the way to the Everton household. Ethan gets a cigarette out and begins smoking it, and then leads the way into the park, sits against a fence in the pitch dark, and spins Maddie around to sit in his lap; ELLIOTT sits next to them and lights up a cigarette, CHARLOTTE beside ELLIOTT, and TOMMY beside MADDIE, while TOM and ELIZABETH sit side-by-side at the back. TOM has his arm around ELIZABETH as he too lights up a cigarette, while ETHAN leans over to light CHARLOTTE’s up for her. CHARLOTTE Cheers, mate. ETHAN notices MADDIE getting cold and starting to shiver, and so wraps his arm around her and gives her a very friendly kiss on the cheek. TIFFANI, her boyfriend MAX, DANIELLE, and their friends ANTONY, his girlfriend DIONNE, her fraternal twin AMY, FLOYD, and EMMA are on their way to the Evertons’ when they cross through the park and sit with the others. TIFFANI and MAX sit together next to CHARLOTTE; DANIELLE sits beside TOM and ELIZABETH; and ANTONY and FLOYD squeeze themselves between ETHAN and MADDIE and ELLIOTT. At 23:15 they decide to play a game of Heads Up, which lasts until midnight, and with ELLIOTT and MADDIE tying in first place, they then decide to play Truth or Dare until 00:30; ELLIOTT, TIFFANI, MAX and DANIELLE quickly got bored of that game because nobody else was doing a Dare. So, they moved on to Spin the Bottle, however the couples did not take part. They form a circle at the swings; from left to right starting at CHARLOTTE: ELLIOTT; DANIELLE; TOMMY; FLOYD; EMMA; LOTTIE; AMY; CHARLIE. CHARLOTTE, ELLIOTT, DANIELLE and EMMA light up a cigarette each, and everyone except TOMMY and FLOYD has (another) drink. CHARLOTTE was made to kiss ELLIOTT and TOMMY, while DANIELLE and LOTTIE are made to kiss CHARLIE; DANIELLE is made to kiss ELLIOTT, and EMMA and AMY are made to kiss FLOYD. SCENE ELEVEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1 AND 2, 2017. THE EVERTON HOUSE. NIGHTTIME. Then at 23:45, the twins, TIFFANI, MAX, CHARLOTTE, MADDIE, TOM, ELIZABETH, DANIELLE and TOMMY decide to go back to the Evertons’ place, a ten-minute walk away. Once there, TIFFANI, MAX, DANIELLE and TOMMY head into TIFFANI’s bedroom, while the others head into the twins’ room: ETHAN and MADDIE lay on his bed; ELLIOTT and CHARLOTTE on his bed; TOM and ELIZABETH on the yellow beanbag under the window. By midnight ELLIOTT has CHARLOTTE tucked into his chest, and they’re watching a film with earphones on his tablet; ETHAN and MADDIE are well into a game of tonsil tennis; TOM is showing ELIZABETH something on his phone whilst cuddling her from behind as she sits on his lap. MADDIE Do I get my charger back now? (Maddie asks Ethan after they’ve taken a breath) He reaches down the side of his bed and pulls it out from the plug behind his bedside table, rolls the wire up around the plug and puts it in her jean pocket. ETHAN Thank you. Right, I’m going to get some drinks. (He jumps up off his bed and smiling back at his girlfriend) TOM I’ll come. (Tom pecks Elizabeth on the cheek and shifting her legs so that he can get up) They go downstairs and bump into Ethan’s parents, 45-year-old BECKY LLOYD and 47-year-old DANNY, holding hands as they pass their son and Tom on the way up the stairs to bed. BECKY Goodnight. DANNY ’Night, mate. ETHAN Na-night. BECKY Don’t stay up too late. They pass ETHAN’s older brother, 24-year-old THOMAS at the table on his laptop. Upstairs, ELLIOTT wraps his arms around CHARLOTTE’s waist from behind, and plants a soft kiss on her cheek. By 02:45 they have had five more lagers each, three more cigarettes, and are falling asleep under the sheets of his bed. ETHAN and MADDIE don’t fall asleep until around 03:30; ELIZABETH dropped off at 00:30 and TOM was playing ‘Heads Up’ with ETHAN and MADDIE until 02:00, when he went to sleep on the orange beanbag next to his girlfriend. At 06:45 CHARLOTTE wakes up, and showers until 06:55, getting some spare clothes from under ELLIOTT’s bed (she stays often as she and the twins go way back) and she takes ETHAN’s laptop downstairs (as she has done many times; he lets her use it for studio work, where she’ll email herself back after she’s done) and starts working. She opens her emails and finds a song sheet, and then finds an email from her manager DAPHNE, requesting the sort of work she wants done. And begins writing. At 07:30 MAYA EVERTON comes downstairs and offers her friend some breakfast and fresh clothes, which CHARLOTTE kindly accepts. CHARLOTTE stays round the twins more frequently than anyone apart from MADDIE, who keeps clothes in the twins’ room in Ethan’s wardrobe. ETHAN Hey, Charlotte, do you want some company to visit your grandparents? CHARLOTTE Er, if you’re offering, mate. But I’ve gotta leave in ten. ETHAN Okay, no worries. Let me just put some toast in and brush me teeth and then we can head off. I’ll walk Mads to college as well CHARLOTTE Sure, no worries. Thanks, E. ETHAN Right, what would you like for breakfast, love? (He asks Maddie) MADDIE Yoghurt, please, if you’ve got any, babe? ETHAN Coming up. ELLIOTT Right, I’m off to work. See you guys later. (Elliott puts his coat on, half a piece of toast hanging from his mouth) MAYA AND ETHAN See ya, bro. After a series of ‘goodbye’s he makes his way out. SCENE TWELVE. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 2, 2017. EXT. STREETS OF MANCHESTER AND OUTSIDE OF LOCAL COLLEGE. DAYTIME. At 08:50 ETHAN, MADDIE and CHARLOTTE bid goodbye and head out. ETHAN and MADDIE are holding hands. It’s another miserable rainy Manchester day and so all three are wearing hoodies/coats and have hoods up. They walk towards the park where they stayed for a few hours last night and turn left at the end of the street, walk down a road for ten minutes until they’re at Maddie’s (and Elizabeth’s) house, where she grabs her backpack and a drink. Another fifteen-minute walk down the street and they’re at the college MADDIE attends; she wraps her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and gives him a cuddle, which he happily receives, and as she meets a couple of friends who also give Ethan a wave, they say “I love you” to one another, and then she’s off giggling with her friends. ETHAN So, do you want dropping off or for some company inside? (He throws an arm around Charlotte’s left shoulder) CHARLOTTE You’re not working till later, are you? ETHAN Nah, twelve till eight. CHARLOTTE Okay, then yes, please, company’d be nice. (She smiles) What’s the time? ETHAN Twen'y past nine. CHARLOTTE You got a burn, by any chance? ETHAN Er… (Ethan hesitates as he feels around in his pockets for a moment) Yes (He gets a lighter out and then a cigarette pack) SCENE THIRTEEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 2, 2017. INT. CARE HOME. DAYTIME. They talk for another ten minutes into the town centre, and then make their way up the stone steps. They sign in at the desk, and a nurse directs the two to CHARLOTTE’s NANA LIZZIE and GRAMPA LEON. CHARLOTTE Hiya, Nana (Charlotte says barely above a whisper) NANA ANNA Shonné? CHARLOTTE Nana, it’s me. It’s Charlotte, your granddaughter, and this is my friend, Ethan. Remember? NANA ANNA Charlotte? CHARLOTTE Yes, Nana, it’s me. Do you want a cup of tea? (She nods vaguely) ETHAN I’ll make it (Ethan offers as Charlotte makes to get up) NANA ANNA Thanks, sweet. GRAMPA LEON comes out from his room. GRAMPA LEON Hiya, sweetheart. (Grampa Leon gives Charlotte a hug) CHARLOTTE Hiya, Grampa. How are you? GRAMPA LEON Alive. How are you? How’s Mum, Aunt Francesca. CHARLOTTE They’re alright, Grampa, as am I - thank you. ETHAN comes back with three mugs of tea. ETHAN There we go. CHARLOTTE Thanks, E. NANA ANNA Thank you … er … E-E … Eth- … E … something. CHARLOTTE Ethan, Nana. NANA ANNA Right. GRAMPA LEON Thank you, Ethan. (He raises his mug) After an hour of random chats about life and memories have been shared and exchanged, CHARLOTTR and ETHAN bid their goodbyes and make their way out. SCENE FOURTEEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 2, 2017. EXT. STREETS OF MANCHESTER. DAYTIME. ETHAN Hungry? CHARLOTTE Yeah, I could eat. ETHAN Where’d you fancy? CHARLOTTE Chippy? ETHAN Sure. They buy chips and go for a walk in the park. CHARLOTTE Thanks for coming with me today, E. ETHAN No probs. You coming ’round tonight? CHARLOTTE Yeah, Elliott asked me last night. ETHAN Ah, I’ve got work till one. So, you and me brother can have the room to yourselves! (He nudges her) CHARLOTTE Shut up! ETHAN Well, when are you guys ever gonna get on with this shit? CHARLOTTE Dude! I don’t see him in that way. ETHAN How come? CHARLOTTE I don’t know, it’s just … a lot of girls have a crush on him. ETHAN Yeah but what’s that matter? He’s only got eyes for you. (Charlotte does not respond) SCENE FIFTEEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1 AND 2, 2017. THE EVERTON HOUSE. DAYTIME. They make their way back to the Evertons’ place at 11:30. After she’s been at the community centre, CHARLOTTE heads to the library. She stacks shelves for a while, and helps out with some admin, and then heads back home to the flat, where her mother and aunt are, for tea. SCENE SIXTEEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 1 AND 2, 2017. THE EVERTON HOUSE. NIGHTTIME. At 22:00 that night, CHARLOTTE and ELLIOTT are in the living room at his place playing a game with MAYA, her boyfriend CODY, DANIELLE JACKSON, her sister JENNIFER, Maya’s friends RYDER and SAMANTHA, and Max’s best friend TRAVIS. They are playing video games. MAYA, CODY, TRAVIS and DANIELLE go up to her room at 00:00, while everyone else minus CHARLOTTE has left by then. ELLIOTT lays on his bed and pulls out a cigarette, offering CHARLOTTE one. ELLIOTT Thanks, mate. (Charlotte takes one from the pack) D'you wa’ a lift back after, or you staying? CHARLOTTE Lift, please, mate. They smoke, drink and chat for a while on ELLIOTT’s bed, and ETHAN comes back in five minutes later. ETHAN Hey, bro, what you up to? ELLIOTT You’re early. ETHAN Yeah, it was quiet. Hiya, Charlotte. CHARLOTTE Hey. ELLIOTT D'you want a smoke? A can? ETHAN Yeah, go on. But then I’m going to sleep. CHARLOTTE, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. But if you’re gonna be staying up late, quiet please. CHARLOTTE Of course, mate. ETHAN’s phone rings. ETHAN Hey, babe… Elizabeth … Calm down, I can’t understand ya. Eliz- Where’s Maddie? Is Tom there? Mate, what’s going on? I can’t hear. Oh, shit… Okay, I’m coming over. (He hangs up the phone) ELLIOTT What’s going on? ETHAN Not sure. I’ve gotta go. Tell 'oever’s up that I’ve got my phone if they need me. ELLIOTT Be safe. And let us know when you’re ready. Is there any chance you could give Charlotte a lift home? ETHAN Will do. Let’s go, get ya home. See ya later, mate. ELLIOTT Good luck, bro. You coming ours later, Char? CHARLOTTE Yeah, I will, but not for a while, I’ve got a family meal with my mum and aunt at seven. ELLIOTT Oh okay, give us a buzz, then. CHARLOTTE Will do. See ya later. They get into the twins’ blue ford focus for the five-minute ride. ETHAN looks intense and is biting his fingernail nervously. ETHAN Sorry, Char, I’m worried about Mads and the family - something’s obviously happened. CHARLOTTE As long as they’re okay. Go on, go and see her - I’ll see you later, yeah - good luck.

ETHAN Thanks, Char, I’ll let you know. SCENE SEVENTEEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 2, 2017. INT. FLAT. NIGHTTIME. Charlotte strolls in to the flat silently, at 01:30. Her mother and aunt seem to be sleeping. The following morning, Charlotte goes downstairs at 07:30, and bumps into Aunt Francesca in the kitchen. AUNT FRANCESCA Good night, was it? (Aunt Francesca says smugly, taking a bite of her toast and making her way for the door) Coming? CHARLOTTE Yeah, sure. SCENE EIGHTEEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 2, 2017. INT. EVERTON HOUSE. NIGHTTIME. At 10pm, CHARLOTTE gets dropped off at the Evertons’ by her aunt. Elliott answers the door. ELLIOTT Hey, you! Just us, Melissa and Danielle tonight,“ he says softly, closing the door behind him. Ethan’s with Mads, Mum and Dad have gone to stay with Uncle Brad, Maya’s 'round our cousin’s, Tiff’s with Max, and Thomas finally has a date. CHARLOTTE Ah, okay, no worries - what 'ya up to? ELLIOTT Drinking. Want one? (Elliott closes the front door behind her and they make their way into the living room) CHARLOTTE Hey, babe. ELLIOTT Hiya, mate. CHARLOTTETO smiles, taking a seat next to MELISSA on the opposite sofa. They play drinking games from apps on their phone. At 23:00, the door suddenly slams open and they hear Ethan’s voice and a load of kissing sounds and Elizabeth’s giggles; ELLIOTT gets up to say hello to his brother. ETHAN Oh, shit - sorry, bro, didn’t realise you were in. ELLIOTT Clearly. (He smirks) Hey, Mads, everything alright? MADDIE Hey, Elliott, I’m alright, thanks - well, now I am, anyway - wasn’t the other night - shit happened but I’d sooner not talk about it. I’m sure myself or Elizabeth will tell you soon. ELLIOTT No worries, love. Wanna join? We’ve got Melissa, Charlotte and Danielle here. ETHAN Actually, bro, we’re just gonna head upstairs for the night - have fun, though, and say hi. ELLIOTT Alright, will do, night. ETHAN and MADDIE head upstairs and he gently pushes her against his bedroom door and kisses her passionately; he’s wearing a pale blue buttoned shirt and she’s wearing a black vest top; she has her hands on his chest as he undoes his buttons to reveal a muscled and tanned torso; his bright brown eyes gleaming as he looks into her thin emerald green eyes, she takes off his T-shirt and throws it across the room (it lands on the other side of Elliott’s bed). MADDIE absorbs ETHAN’s body for a moment, Ethan leaning on the doorframe. Maddie leans in again and mumbles "I love you” against his lips; “I love you, too,” he says with a smile, biting his lips cutely. MADDIE looks down and then hugs her boyfriend lightly; he cuddles her back wordlessly, knowing why she’s suddenly so upset. She has to tuck her head into his chest, because they’re the same height. ETHAN Wa’ 'o go 'o bed? MADDIE sobs and nods. ETHAN remains shirtless, but she doesn’t bother to strip or change at all, just lays on Ethan’s chest. Downstairs, ELLIOTT’s finally got a guy friend to join him, MATT, who DANIELLE used to have sex with every time they saw each other - because, you know, DANIELLE fucks everything that moves and doesn’t give a shit about anything - and MATT just liked the thrill. MATT has his eye on MELISSA, now, a pretty blonde haired petite girl with big blue eyes, kind of resembles Taylor Swift; MATT’s got more of a Channing Tatum look with a face like Brian McFadden - muscled meaty build and a handsome face and physique every girl wants - a lot like ELLIOTT. CHARLOTTE is sitting between ELLIOTT on her right, and MELISSA on her left, MATT and DANIELLE on the other side. They keep pecking each other playfully even though he has a girlfriend which is why CHARLOTTE feels rather bad for MELISSA; she’s sweet and will fall for his charm; all he’ll have to do is tell her what she wants to hear - he tried that on CHARLOTTE more than once but she never fell for that bullshit, whereas MELISSA would have because she hasn’t had enough experience or been with enough decent guys to know any different. ELLIOTT has a reputation as a player, because he’s scared of feeling, falling for a girl too hard and then getting hurt - so instead he puts on a persona that doesn’t want a girlfriend, a long term, stable relationship, just somebody to shag - in order to cover that up, where really, he’s just like the rest of us, just wants to be loved and settle down. He hasn’t discussed this with anyone but Ethan and CHARLOTTE. CHARLOTTE has known the twins since she was a baby and they were four, with their parents being best friends as DANNY and SHONNÉ grew up together. Upstairs, MADDIE’s fallen asleep on ETHAN’s left arm and chest; he is using his phone in his right hand. His phone vibrates and it’s ELIZABETH. ETHAN Hello? ELIZABETH Hey, E, is Mads with you? She’s not answering her phone. ETHAN Yeah, sorry about that, her phone’s on vibrate and charging in the corner of mine and Elliott’s room, she’s asleep on my shoulder at the moment. ELIZABETH Bugger. D'you think she’ll be alright? She never goes to bed before twelve. ETHAN I hope so, I love her and I hate seeing her so… broken. (He looks down at his sleeping girlfriend) What do we do, Elizabeth? ELIZABETH We wait. Until she’s ready to talk. ETHAN I just wanna hug her, tell her it’s all gonna be okay. ELIZABETH I know, Ethan, so do I. She’ll get there, I promise, we’ll just have to keep an eye on her. ETHAN Yeah, I know… You with Tom? ELIZABETH Not tonight, no, he’s gone to a house party. I’ve had a few girls 'round ours - Lily’s joined but my parents are out. ETHAN Oh okay, and are you okay? ELIZABETH Yeah, just worried about me sister. Tom’s heading here now. ETHAN What, drunk? To a girl’s party? ELIZABETH No! He’s not been drinking and the girls went after the film we watched. ETHAN Oh okay. I’ll let ya get on then, have a good evening. See ya soon. MADDIE Yeah, look after me sister for me, E. ETHAN I will. Night. MADDIE Na-night. He looks down at his girlfriend and strokes her cheek with his index finger. CHARLOTTE knocks on the door softly. ETHAN gets up and gestures Charlotte out the room and into the hallway. ETHAN Hey, what’s up? CHARLOTTE Just came in to get some clothes. No worries, I’ll come back in the morning. ETHAN No, no, you don’t need to do that, love. Go on, go on in. Charlotte nods and smiles; Ethan goes to the loo while Charlotte enters the bedroom and quickly but quietly ruffles through the drawers by Elliott’s bed. CHARLOTTE Ta, love. ETHAN You’re alright. CHARLOTTE Ethan, honey, do you wanna talk? ETHAN I’m good. CHARLOTTE E, you’re going through what Mads is going through. ETHAN It’s fucking killing me. But I still care more about my beautiful, precious girlfriend than I do myself. CHARLOTTE I get that, E, but you still gotta grieve yourself. ETHAN I just need to be there for Mads. CHARLOTTE And we need to be there for you - me and Elliott. ETHAN And you are, Charlotte – you always ’ave been. And Elliott. CHARLOTTE Then talk to us. Let us help. ETHAN I need to get back in to Mads. CHARLOTTE Ethan I’m sorry. ETHAN Not your fault, love. (He tears up and she pulls him in for a cuddle) ETHAN Thank you, Charlotte. CHARLOTTE I didn’t do anything. ETHAN You were there for me, that’s more than enough. Charlotte I’d better get ‘ome. ETHAN D’you wan’ a lift? CHARLOTTE Mhm, please. ETHAN I’ll get Elliott to take you. I’d do it but I wanna be here in case Mads wakes up. CHARLOTTE Okay, love. ETHAN Come on, then, let’s go. (They make their way downstairs) Hey, bro, can you give our beautiful young friend here a lift ’ome? ELLIOTT Yeah, no worries. ETHAN gets a can from the fridge and makes his way back up the stairs, while ELLIOTT and CHARLOTTE head out. SCENE NINETEEN. MANCHESTER, LANCASHIRE. AUGUST 2, 2017. EXT. ELLIOTT’S CAR. ELLIOTT puts the radio on. CHARLOTTE begins to sing. ELLIOTT You’ve a lovely singing voice, Char. CHARLOTTE Ha! Thanks. ELLIOTT You want me to buy you some cigs? CHARLOTTE Yeah, please – that’d be brilliant, mate. ELLIOTT No worries, babe.

[magicianslut]

1-5 bc im a slut for ur ocs

hi bb thanks love urs too

1: What is your character's biggest fear?

Nora: pretty typical: the deaths of friends or family, and her own perceived insignificance- the idea of her life and choices being ultimately forgotten and useless.

Kezia: i was asked this recently (which you know, rhae) and i still don’t know for sure. but i do know that it terrifies him to be helpless- for there to be absolutely no way for him to do anything to help/change something. he’s really big on having control of himself and his fate.

2: What is your character's favorite memory?

Nora: the many days spent with her father in his study, poring over his maps with him, spreading them over the table and making up heroic adventure stories about the different places he had been- especially the ones where it was just the two of them, as much as she loves her siblings.

Kezia: undoubtedly something mundane and metaphorically faded in his head from age- it’s almost certainly one of the many occasions as a kid when he looked at his friends laughing because of a joke he made and was just struck by how happy he was, even if they were struggling in other ways, just because he had a family. he’s such a nerd

3: What is your character's least favorite memory?

Nora: the day the captain arrived on their doorstep and personally apologized for the loss of her father

Kezia: the day his father blew him up and he burned the fucking house down

4: Does anyone have a crush on your character? Is your character aware of this?

Nora: not yet *eyes emoji*

Kezia: lmao, plenty of people- what comes across as narcissism a lot is actually just plain old confidence, and it’s warranted. but in his canon, kázia is endgame ( @nopeal‘s kári), so eventually (with enough hard work on his part lmao he’s definitely the first one crushing there), he knows kári has a crush on him. that’s the only one that matters to him then. there’s a lot of au universes though, and they are valid, and at least one of them contains @xnightsx‘s jay montui. i have a self-indulgent one with samuel montui also, but that one really takes a ride on the struggle bus- they’d both go into it kicking and scratching, relationships Who? but i’m a sucker for a good friends with benefits to lovers

5: Describe your character's dream date.

Nora: probably a museum or library, followed by a long walk and preferably one that takes place away from lots of other people

Kezia: literally almost anything, as long as everyone is enjoying themselves and the company, when it comes to this at least he’s not picky. unlike he is with many other things

[96thdayofrage]

Close your eyes, and it could be the president of the United States talking.

Sipping tea with Mark Okoth Obama Ndesandjo in a Ming-dynasty temple is a surreal experience. Fleetingly, it conjures up images of what it'd be like to meet his half-brother - Barack Obama - for this African-American émigré to China bears a striking resemblance to his Nobel Peace Prize-winning sibling. And despite having grown up on opposite sides of the world - Barack with his mother in Hawaii and Mark with their Kenyan father in Nairobi - the half-brothers share mannerisms, including a politician's gift for putting people at ease.

We had arranged to meet in Shenzhen's Baoan district. Ndesandjo's assistant, George, escorted me through a leafy park on a golf buggy to a secluded building. The imposing, tall wooden doors opened from the inside and we were guided through a series of private, tranquil courtyards until we reached the Yuan Baoyuan teahouse, where Ndesandjo emerged from the main hall.

In the flesh, he is a force. Dressed head to toe in black, with an Indonesian bandana around his forehead, Ndesandjo is tall and personable, and speaks with a warm American accent. He's much more likeable than his self-deprecating new autobiography, Cultures: My Odyssey of Self-discovery, suggests.

THE LIVES OF MARK and Barack couldn't have unfolded more differently. While Barack's childhood was a happy Honolulu existence, Mark spent his formative years in a newly independent Kenya, living under the reign of terror of an alcoholic and abusive father, until his white, American mother finally found the courage to flee.

Despite his Kenyan upbringing, Ndesandjo never felt accepted by black Africa; but as the son of a Luo tribesman, he also felt incongruous in the expatriate community to which his mother belonged.

With his first autobiography, which was released last month, Mark has emerged from relative anonymity to tell his story and set the record straight about the president's "mysterious Kenyan roots".

"I wanted to tell my story myself without other people telling it for me," he says.

Ndesandjo, 48, lives in Futian, Shenzhen, with his wife, Liu Xuehua, a Henan province native and his partner of a decade. The pair met in a tea shop when Ndesandjo was an impoverished English teacher. He had emigrated to China in 2003 from Orlando, Florida. Having lost a well-paid job in the telecommunications industry in the post-9/11 economic slump, he wrote to the director of a mainland teaching project he'd read about in a magazine, asking for a job.

"He said, 'You're obviously too qualified.' But I really wanted to explore China."

Ndesandjo expected to stay for three months. Twelve years later, he is fluent in Putonghua, proficient in calligraphy and has no plans to leave the country. Long-standing rumours tell of him running a barbecue restaurant in Shenzhen, but he laughs them off.

"I'm a vegetarian," he says.

What he does run is a foundation that helps children in need, while also teaching piano to orphans, raising awareness of domestic violence and heading up two consulting companies that assist American investors entering the Chinese and Kenyan markets, and those looking to go in the other direction, one registered on the mainland, the other in Hong Kong.

THE FIRST TIME NDESANDJO met Obama was in 1988. It was a sunny weekend in Nairobi, and Ndesandjo was on his bed reading Fawn M. Brodie's The Devil Drives, about the explorer Richard Burton.

"My mother came to the doorway and was trembling. She said, 'Your brother from America is here. In the living room. He wants to meet you.'"

In Obama's 1995 autobiography, Dreams from My Father, he claims Ndesandjo's mother, Ruth Baker, sent a car to pick him up and that the family had arranged lunch.

"It was never like that," Ndesandjo says, shaking his head. "He and my half-sister, Auma, walked in that afternoon out of the blue. It was a year after my younger brother, Bobby [David Opiyo], had died in a motorcycle accident. I thought, 'What are they doing here?'"

Obama, Ndesandjo remembers, sat on the couch in very simple clothes, appearing as a regular Kenyan, with gangly legs and arms, and huge hands.

"My stepfather [Simon Ndesandjo] was very impressed by him," he says.

The family leafed through photo albums but the meeting was stilted, and the two half-brothers agreed to meet again a few days later.

"He looked so similar to me, we both loved America and were going to Ivy League schools," he says.

Having left Kenya aged 17, armed with a scholarship, Ndesandjo had just completed a degree in maths and physics at Brown University, in Rhode Island. He was on a break in Nairobi before returning to the US, to enrol at Stanford University.

"Until then, I'd assumed I was the cleverest in the family," he says.

But the long-lost siblings failed to connect.

"Barack felt I was too Western, and I thought he was trying too hard to be African," Ndesandjo remembers. "He wanted to know a lot about my father [who had passed away in 1982], and he was very direct with his questions. I felt like he was opening up old wounds. A lot like a lawyer, he was trying to research our emotional history.

"He kept asking, 'Well, what do you think of him?' I had shut all these things out, but he was relentless. It was a shock to him when I said, 'Our father was a drunk and he beat women.' Barack flinched. He wasn't aware of that.

"I think that has coloured our relationship to this day. In fact, I know it has."

Barack Obama Snr had skin as dark as ebony, teeth that shone like pearls and, in his younger years - like his Hawaiian son - had the hallmarks of brilliance. Born in 1936 in the sun-basked Nyanza province of western Kenya, Obama Snr attended the prestigious Maseno School, where his teachers described him as an "exceptionally bright student".

However, Obama Snr didn't graduate from high school, the record shows, because of a "behaviour infraction". Consequently, in 1959, his request for a grant to study abroad was rejected. Had it not been for Elizabeth Mooney Kirk - a forty-something American who Obama Snr allegedly seduced - agreeing to bankroll him, neither Barack Obama nor Ndesandjo would be here today.

It was the Swinging Sixties in Boston when Obama Snr met Baker at a party. She was a Jewish girl from Massachusetts, born to first-generation Russian and Lithuanian immigrants, he was a Harvard graduate who was "a touchy, sarcastic but incredibly charming intellectual", according to Ndesandjo.

In August 1964, after two months of dating, Obama Snr proposed. Smitten and seeking adventure, Baker relocated to Nairobi, where her new partner should have been on a fast-track government career - prospects that were squandered in bars.

"At this point," Ndesandjo says, "my mother didn't know about Barack and his mother, Ann Dunham," who had married the African student in 1961 and divorced him three years later. Obama Snr saved that surprise for when he and Baker were in Kenya, where a picture of Barack II eventually sat on the mantelpiece of the couple's first home.

Life in the Obama household was hell. Baker says in her memoir that, from the start, Obama Snr "was drinking heavily, staying out to all hours and hitting me". Within a year, she had fled back to the US.

One night, after Obama Snr had persuaded her to return, he came home drunk and held a knife to his wife's throat. Shortly after, Baker had her seven-year marriage annulled. Ndesandjo was seven years old. Even today, thousands of miles away in Shenzhen, when Ndesandjo remembers his father's violence, tears slide down his cheeks.

Ndesandjo can't remember being told about his father's death.

"Perhaps I blocked it out," he says. "When Barack came to Kenya, I felt he admired our father because Obama Snr had been proud to be a black African; a person who wouldn't let anyone get in the way of Kenyan independence and the flow of free ideas. But I wanted to be as far away from him as possible."

After that first meeting between the half-brothers, Ndesandjo returned to the US, where he studied for a master's degree in physics at Stanford University, before preparing to take a PhD. Then, in a moment of weakness, he cheated. In his autobiography he describes the giddy moment he slipped into his professor's office to read the exam paper: "I had the keys to the kingdom."

He was caught and then suspended by the department chair, Steven Chu, who, in a twist of fate, would later work for the Barack Obama administration as secretary of energy. Ndesandjo describes feeling suicidal as he left Stanford mired in disgrace.

Two decades in the corporate world followed. During this period, Ndesandjo dropped the Obama name and never returned to Africa; didn't speak to his half-siblings - Malik and Auma - by his father's first wife, Kezia; and didn't return to see his mother. He did, however, dip in and out of contact with Barack.

Once, the pair went for lunch in San Francisco at Tommy's Joynt, a haunt for hippies and left-wing progressives. Obama again had questions about Kenya.

"I felt he was clarifying facts from years before."

A few months later, aged 33, Obama published Dreams from My Father - an autobiography he'd never prepared his family for. Ndesandjo uses Cultures to right the many wrongs he sees in his half-brother's opus.

"I think he took artistic licence with the book. He created composites of characters, and he didn't like my mother. There was also a playing up of our wealth in Kenya. We could never have afforded to send a car for him."

In 2004, the year after Ndesandjo had moved to Shenzhen, a friend drove him to the American Chamber of Commerce in Guangzhou, to watch the new Illinois state senator, Barack Obama, give the keynote address at the Democratic National Convention in Boston, which would make the politician an overnight star. As Ndesandjo and a gaggle of other Americans watched the senator speak live, before a rapturous audience waving Obama placards, Barack told the world, "We are our brother's keeper."

"At that point, no one knew of my relation to him, except the friend who had driven me over," Ndesandjo recalls. "But word gets around, and someone asked, 'Are you his brother?' I said, 'Yes'. Suddenly, I felt very proud of him."

A few days later, a friend called up. "It's great that he got that speech," the friend said. "But he'll never have a chance at being president."

Ndesandjo doesn't remember where he was when Obama made history by announcing his candidacy for president, in 2007. But he quickly renewed contact, sending his half-brother e-mails with quotes from Sun Tzu's The Art of War as the campaign thundered forward.

"Feint to the east and attack the west," he e-mailed when his challenger for the Democratic Party presidential nomination, Hillary Clinton, focused on capturing big states, "Revive in a new guise," when Obama decided to directly attack Clinton in Ohio and Texas.

Barack's campaign started to heal the Obama clan, which Ndesandjo likens to "herding cats, all moving in their own direction". Ndesandjo flew to the US to meet a half-brother, Joseph, from his mother's second marriage, to support Barack at his 2008 Democratic Party presidential debate against Clinton in Austin, Texas.

When Barack was elected, the entire Obama family was flown out to the White House for the inauguration; not an eyelid was batted when Malik came attired in a Muslim fez. As they toured the Oval Office, Barack promised he would one day meet Ndesandjo's wife in China.

"But he declined an invitation to our Shenzhen home for dinner," Ndesandjo remembers, "Barack said, 'They won't let me.'"

They, of course, would have been the White House security department. How much influence did Washington have on his own movements at that point?

"I've never gotten the impression they've tried to control what I do," says Ndesandjo. But his paranoia had compelled him to flag certain "failures" that he felt the Republicans might have been able to use as weapons in the fight for the presidency. First, his suspension from Stanford, and second, a trail of bad debt he had left in the US. Obama replied with a brief e-mail: "Mark, do not worry - your life is your own and will not affect my election."

In 2008, Ndesandjo and Liu married in a low-key ceremony. Their union is one of harmonious compromise; they speak Putonghua during the week, English on the weekends and eat separate meals - Ndesandjo is not partial to "squidgy" Chinese cuisine. He says their "otherness" is what fascinates both parties, and cites her as his rock.

It was Liu who, in 2009, encouraged Ndesandjo to pursue a lifelong ambition he knew would have long-standing familial repercussions. That year, he published Nairobi to Shenzhen, a fictionalised account of his past, but one accurate enough for the world's press to realise Ndesandjo had outed Obama Snr - the man Barack had lauded as an example of the American dream in that famous 2004 keynote speech - as a wife beater and a drunk.

The opening scene of Cultures is of Ndesandjo's long-promised meeting with Obama in Beijing, shortly after the novel was published. The half-brothers talk for five minutes and Ndesandjo describes the president as smelling vaguely of cigarette smoke and being emotionally closed. Later that day, Obama told a CNN journalist: "I don't know [Ndesandjo] very well. I met him for the first time only two years ago."

Those words stung.

"I sometimes feel we - the Obama family - have been used. Since being elected, Barack has been trying to distance himself from his relations in Kenya, and he's overly sensitive to the African dimension of his past. That's not right."

The two haven't seen each other since, but remain in e-mail contact.

"A few months ago, I said, 'Barack, you have to try and reach out more. One word to the family in Kenya - a happy birthday to Granny Sarah, who is 93 - would mean the world.' He got quite upset about that."

Still, Ndesandjo recognises the tremendous opportunities his half-brother's fame has afforded him, and is convinced Obama has been a "great president who is fundamentally trying to make good in the world".

The Obama family, Ndesandjo says, spanning Islam, Judaism, Kenya, the US, China, Indonesia - on Barack's side - and Mexico - through Joseph's wife, Dora - is a tale of what it is to be a modern, multicultural American. As his maternal Grandma Ida says in Cultures: "One day, Mark, we will all be brown."

Ndesandjo says he has made peace with Obama Snr, Barack's achievements finally having made him proud of the family name. In 2011, after 20 years away, he returned to Kogela, the family village in Kenya.

"It's funny," he says. "In Dreams, Barack says sons often spend their lives trying to achieve their father's dreams or correct their errors. That polarity defines my relationship with Barack. I've been trying to correct the issues I experienced with my father my whole life. Barack, on the other hand, has been achieving my father's goals and dreams."

This article appeared in the South China Morning Post print edition as: The other Obama

[01jl]

Eleven Questions

Tagged by @lupastudies

RULES: Answer 11 question on the bottom asked by me and tag eleven more people. Pretty easy and simple

1. What is your favorite album? NF’s album mansion really loving the song paralyzed

also loving wings by BTS

2. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? Either in Korea specifically Seoul or Busan, or London,England

3. What’s your favorite food? Sushi

4. What’s your favorite drink? Pink drink from Starbucks, I know how white girl of me

5. What’s a note taking method you use? Usually I audio record the whole lecture/ demonstrations and start to listen to them while re-writing the notes when I get home.

6. Who do you subscribe to on youtube? A lot of people, but I will name a few, all of the sidemen even jide even though he left, jem, Zoë Kezia, studyquill and many more

7. Do you have a passion project/ would you like to start a passion project + why? Yes outside of studying and school i love the arts like music, writing, painting and etc.

8. Whats your go to pen? Muji 0.5 gel pen mainly either black or blue

9. What’s your go to makeup accessory? Eyebrow gel or lip tint

10. What kind of plant would you be? Either a rose bush or babies breathe

11. Do you play a instrument? Would you like to play an instrument? No, but i would like to, I am taking piano this year also own a guitar so i have to get on that

1. What random stranger has had the biggest impact on you? 2. What is your go to study spot ? 3. What movie or book character is most similar to you? 4. Whats the biggest lesson life has taught you? 5. Favorite artist(musician) at the moment? 6. Favorite tv or web series of all time/ at the moment? 7. Do you have a collection of anything? 8. Do you have a strange talent? 9. What language do you know/ want to learn? 10. What country are you studying in now? 11. What is your favorite time to study

I tag @026ml-studies @221bstudystr @2am-studies @5tudyin @a-ravenclawstudy @a-studyingstudent @a-studies @abiistudies @abcstudies @abritishstudyblr @academicatelier

[lazersong]

ENNEAGRAM TYPES — EVERYONE.

Ellie - TYPE 7.

Let me tell you another secret of the trade It feels like sinking when I'm standing in one place So I look to the future and I book another flight When everything feels heavy, I've learned to travel light.

Junko - TYPE 8.

And I'll give all I have, I'll give my blood, give my sweat An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken I'm shattered porcelain, glued back together again Invincible like I've never been.

Kezia - TYPE 2.

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached And what a privilege it is to love A great honor to hold you up.

Ridley - TYPE 3.

Now I only want what's real To let my heart feel what it feels Gold, silver, or bronze hold no value here Where work and rest are equally revered.

Lucky - TYPE 5.

And now I want to generously lose this energy That I've been hanging onto so desperately I finally feel the universe expand It's hidden in heartbeats Exhales and in the hope of open hands.

Rune - TYPE 1.

I'll hold it all more loosely And yet somehow much more dearly 'Cause I've spent my whole life searching desperately To find out that grace requires nothing Grace requires nothing of me.

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The Choice

Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the Powell Estate to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s very existence. Primary characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jackie Tyler. Genres: Romance, mystery, adventure, drama, character study, HN AU, fobbed!Nine, sick TARDIS. Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose Rating: Adult

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 Chapter Forty-One—Indonesia, 26 August, 1883

"Come here, Katarina," said the Doctor, his arms outstretched.

"It's Kezia," Adi corrected.

The Doctor blinked. He glanced at Adi and nodded. "Sorry. Kezia. Of course it's Kezia. Now Kezia, I'm gonna do my best impression of a donkey and have you ride on my back the rest of the way. Is that all right?"

Nodding sleepily, the girl allowed herself to be pulled out of Mavi's lap and to her feet.

The wind shifted again, bringing a fresh wave of pumice to rat-a-tat against the leaves overhead. The Doctor glanced up at the sky, then began to slip out of his leather jacket. He held it out to Mavi.

"Mel, take my jacket."

"Oh, I can't…" Mavi answered. She didn't bother to correct him. He'd had a head injury only hours earlier, she reminded herself. Head injuries were well known to cause confusion.

"The pumice isn't going to hurt me nearly as much as it would you," he said.

"Then it should go to one of the children," she insisted.

But he was already slipping off his jumper. Underneath he wore a V-neck T-shirt. "Adric can wear this. Katarina… Kezia is small enough that my T-shirt should cover her fairly well."

As Adi took the jumper, Mavi protested again. "But what about you?"

"Stop arguing," he snapped as he pulled off his T-shirt and pulled it over Kezia's head. Once on, it fell almost to her ankles. He adjusted it so that the collar served as a hood for the little girl. "We don't have time. This is only going to get worse. A lot worse. And soon. You need the protection. I don't."

The Doctor turned around, and Adi lifted his sister onto his back. Then the Doctor turned back to face them.

"By my estimation the TARDIS is approximately a mile from here. It's important that we get there as quickly as we can, but it's even more important that we not get separated, so if I'm going too fast, holler at me and I'll slow down. Understand?"

They both nodded.

He pulled the scarf back over his face. "Okay, one, two, three… Run!"

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The Choice

A Doctor Who fanfic Summary: After GitF, the TARDIS brings the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey back to the estate to solve a problem involving the TARDIS herself. But when they see a familiar face, the face of someone who should not exist, they realize the problem is deeper than they thought and could endanger the Doctor’s very existence. Primary characters: Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Mickey Smith, Jackie Tyler. Genres: Romance, mystery, adventure, drama, character study, HN AU, fobbed!Nine, sick TARDIS. Pairings: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose Rating: Adult

Warning: None for this chapter

Catch up on ffnet, on TSP, on AO3

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Chapter Thirty-Six - Indonesia, 26 August, 1883

"Kezia, pay attention to what you're doing! You're dropping dates all over the ground!"

Adi didn't bother to look up from his task of unloading their wagon and setting up their stall along the long dirt road that led to the harbor. Market days were always like this, with his younger sister getting scolded by their mother, Mavi, for some infraction or another. Once or twice a week, on the days that a ship was scheduled to arrive on their small island, they would arise well before dawn and load up their wagon with various items they could sell to the tourists and traders that would arrive—boxes of dates, mangos, or other fruits picked from the trees that covered the hills behind their house; brightly colored headscarves and shawls, handwoven by their mother; and his own drawings, in pencil, pastels or charcoal, of seascapes, landscapes, or people.

When he was younger, Adi had often wondered why ships would even bother with their tiny island. It didn't have much to offer, not in comparison to the much larger ports on Java and Sumatra. The secret, he found out by overhearing a couple of sailors talking one day, was that although their island was small, it was popular because the islanders charged much less than the other ports for the same products. Sailors, often strapped for cash during a long voyage, could acquire desperately needed fresh fruit, poultry, and barrels of clean drinking water at a fraction of the cost merchants at the larger ports charged.

While his mother and sister picked up the wayward dates, some of which had rolled under the wagon—requiring Kezia to crawl under it, and get admonished for getting dirty—Adi strung a clothesline between one corner of the wagon and the branch of a nearby tree for his mother to hang her scarves on. Then he carefully unloaded the box that contained his drawings. He set them up on a folding display case he had built himself. After he finished, he paused for a moment to admire his handiwork. Just one of them would sell for more than their entire supply of fruit. On a typical market day, he usually sold two or three, in addition to the sketches tourists paid him to draw of them.

His mother scolded Kezia again, this time for the sin of allowing one of the scarves to drag through the dirt as she carried it from the wagon to the clothesline. Adi sighed. Actually, every day was like this. Like him, his sister was a dreamer, and as such was constantly getting distracted: by a flower, or a butterfly, or a bird. Yesterday it was the shape of the clouds, when she was supposed to be hanging out the laundry. The day before it was a litter of kittens, when she was supposed to be tidying up.

He should be grateful, he supposed, that Kezia was now the one who usually caught their mother's wrath. It used to be that he was the one who was always being reprimanded: for daydreaming, for having his head in the clouds. And particularly for doodling when he should be concentrating on his chores and his studies.

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