After a self-given hiatus (...kind of), I'm bringing my girl back for lightish role playing and some prompts every now and then. She's the one with the least angsty past/life, so I need some sort of 'relief' from my other pup and she will be it.

So, yeah. I'm sorry for leaving the threads hanging when I did, but other issues came up, and... Well, long story short, she's back. :)

Also... I'm going to do some changes so they can fit to the months that she's been gone for. But it's safe to say she's no longer in New York. Not living there, at least. I have yet to figure out all the details, but for now that's as much as I know.

♥

Thank you SO much for these cuties! How did you know I love teddy bears? :-D

*hugs* Thank you again! You? Are awesome.

♥

ooc: *hugs!*

Everything was ready. Refreshments were in the refrigerator, there was a big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in the living room, and there were all sorts of candy in the kitchen. Liam hadn't even hesitated in letting Elie borrow his apartment while he was away for the weekend, but he had given her only one instruction: to not have some wild party and destroy it.

Tsk, like she'd ever do such a thing?

...

With another glance around the room, she smiled in satisfaction once she triple-checked that things were ready and settled on the couch while she waited for Anne. It had been way too long since she had had a movie night and, quite frankly, she was just thrilled that she'd finally get the chance to have one again.

Gosh, a week. A WEEK I've been gone for. Sorry for disappearing like that, it's just been really busy. I had work piling up since I went to London, so I had to catch up with that, and my best friend Liam moved to New York City. If I wasn't at the office, then I was with him. Poor guy, he's been having a horrible year so far, but I think the move will help him. He got a job in Manhattan, a great apartment, and he's ready to start living his life again. Well, somewhat, but at least he agreed to go with his brother to the Bahamas for the weekend, so that's good, right? It's a start.

Anyway! I think I'm free again to return to my usual routine. No more painting, or moving boxes, or re-arranging furniture because it doesn't "flow" or...something like that. Liam is way too picky. But we're done, finally. And it's good to be back. :-D



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Can you guess my perfect color, too? ;-)

This is mainly for my mun to get this part of my life in order. Or...something.

( Meta. For those who are curious, even if it's not in game... )

I was sixteen when I got pregnant, and my parents were mortified when I told them. Fairfield isn't exactly a big place where secrets can be hidden, so they feared their friends' reactions more than anything else, I think. After all, their only daughter, in their opinion, had ultimately ruined her life by sleeping with a man three years older than she was and had been stupid enough to get pregnant. Daddy couldn't even look at me, and Mom would only talk about how much shame I was bringing to the family. How our family's reputation would be destroyed, how Daddy's patients wouldn't respect him anymore... Every lecture you can think of, I got it. Over, and over, and over.

After thinking things through I decided to have my baby, but I didn't keep her. I couldn't. I didn't have money to maintain her - and my parents had already warned me that they wouldn't help me in anything - and I just didn't have another choice. How pathetic, right? I don't blame you if you think that, because I think it's pathetic, too. I loved that baby more than anything, and I wanted her, but I also wanted a better life for her than the one I could offer her. I wanted her to have parents (TWO parents) that could love her, and worship her in the way that mine did with me while growing up. I was well aware of the fact that I couldn't be enough for her, and that at sixteen-almost-seventeen I just couldn't raise a child on my own, so I gave her up so someone could adopt her.

My daughter is a beautiful little girl that will be turning ten years old next week. Her parents are kind enough to send me pictures of her every now and then, and even letters to tell me how she is thanks to an agreement that we made when the adoption was done. I know that she is a great student, an amazing daughter, and a very loving child. Best of all, I know that she is loved, and that she is happy, which is all I ever wanted for her.

It hurts, knowing that I'm missing all that, and a lot of the time when I think about it I feel selfish for not raising her myself, but in the end all I can do is hope that I did the right thing. My mother still pretends as if the time I was pregnant didn't even happen, and when she's not pretending she just addresses that time in my life as the biggest mistake of my life.

My little girl is not a mistake, even if my parents disagree. She's the best thing that could have ever happened to me, even if she's not with me. The mistake is the father that helped in creating her, but she's just too beautiful to ever be a mistake. She's my masterpiece and, even if she doesn't know it, I love her, with all my heart.

For someone who wasn't the best at waiting, Elie figured that she deserved an award for being able to make it through such a long flight. Thankfully she had packed a couple of books and had charged her iPod, but if she would have had to wait an hour longer in that airplane she would have started to lose it a little.

Lucky for her, that hadn't been the case. Just as she was about to ask a flight attendant how much longer, they were asked to return to their seats and fasten their seatbelt for landing. Just in time, too, because she had just taken a trip to the bathroom and had freshened up a bit.

Once she had gotten her luggage and had gone through customs, Elie headed towards where she figured she'd be able to find Nick. If she felt tired from not sleeping throughout the flight, she really didn't feel it or looked it at all; she was too happy to feel anything else. She was in a country that she had dreamed of visiting for years, and she was going to get to be face-to-face with Nick.

This vacation was going to be fantastic, she had already decided. Now all she needed was her new partner in crime, and she'd be set!

I can barely believe I'm doing this, but I'm taking a vacation. On Monday I'll be in London. (London!! Can you believe it??) My parents are still reeling from the news, I think, and Liam is too, but I need a vacation. SO badly! So, that's what I'm doing. I have some money saved up, I cleared it with my boss, and it's just right. I need this. I do! You really have no idea. Nick, thanks so much for 'convincing' me!

I'll probably be buying souvenirs like there's no tomorrow, so if you'd like one just let me know! And even if you don't, you can probably expect me to send something, but still! Let me know!!

(Am I using too many exclamation marks? ...can you blame me?? *g*)

A week. In London.

I can't wait!

I've had a really rough week, and today I got something from someone that made it totally worth it.

So, Nick? Thank you so much for the rose. You really have no idea how much this cheered me up. You're wonderful.

♥,
Elie


Told you I'd announce how sweet you are in public, by the way!

I can't believe I'm actually homesick.

One thing that Elie knew quite well was heartache, even if it had happened a long time ago, and she knew that having friends close by was necessary for healing. Billy was a little boy, so he'd most likely bounce back soon enough, but the last thing she wanted was for him to be alone and get scared of love. She didn't want him to turn out how she did, even if the circumstances were completely different.

So, after having Jamie deliver some homemade brownies, and picking up some ice cream (vanilla, strawberry, and mint chip), Elie drove to Billy's. In the backseat there were also two gift bags, one for Billy and one for his friend Tyrell; even if neither of them had mentioned it, she hadn't forgotten that she had told him she'd get Tyrell a new teddy bear, and it only seemed fair that Billy should get a present as well. It probably looked like she was going to a birthday party, but that was okay with her. They were going to have an ice cream party of sorts, anyway.

When he reached his address, Elie left everything in the car just in case Billy wanted to go to the park instead. First they'd get introductions out of the way, and then it'd be time for ice cream! Grinning, excited that she was finally going to meet her littlest friend, she knocked and waited.

1.)Q. Can you cook?
1.)A.

2.)Q. What was your dream growing up?
2.)A.

3.)Q. What talent do you wish you had?
3.)A.

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Mun meme. Any questions/comments/suggestions/etc., please say so over there so I can keep everything in one spot. :)

Thanks! ♥

I can't believe I loved him.

Made it through the first week!

Leaving Fairfield was a bit surreal for her, because she had never figured that she'd ever actually leave Connecticut, but here she was driving to Candy's. Her key to the apartment had been turned in, goodbyes had been said, and she was on her way to her new home in very high spirits.

Elie's Mini Cooper was packed with whatever she could fit in there - including a gift for Cormac and Candy - and as she neared the house she had to laugh at herself for how silly the tiny car must look. Liam would drive by later with some other things she hadn't been able to fit, and she was really looking forward to having Liam meet Cormac and Candy. If possible, that made her even MORE excited.

Once she parked the car, she gathered her keys and purse and quickly got out of the car. Her clothes were simple - jeans and a longsleeve shirt to hide the bruises Noah had left on her arms - but she didn't mind them; she was comfortable. With a bright grin on her face she made her way to the front door and rang the doorbell.

"I still can't believe you're moving to New York, Elie."

Elie smiled, curling up closer to Liam who was serving as her pillow. Now that her apartment was empty and everything was packed up, they were laying on the floor in the living room and staring out the open window at the night sky. "Why is it so hard to believe? Maybe you should think about moving, too. You never know, you may like it."

With a chuckle Liam shook his head, poking Elie's side. "You know I can't stand that city. As it is, I'm already dreading having to go there to see you!"

"Does that mean you're going to go visit me, then?" She sat up, grinning happily. "That would be awesome! We could go to Broadway, and discover the city together. Oh Scotty, it would be perfect!"

"It would be, huh?" He smiled at her. "Yeah, I think so, too. In fact, it sounds so perfect that I'm thinking about staying with you for the rest of the week."

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Directly after posting this; not for muse knowledge.

Warning: Fic is cut for some violence and language.

After posting her journal entry for the day, Elie walked over to the kitchen to take out some paper plates and the last two beers from the fridge. As soon as she set them on the counter there was a knock at the door, and she let out a loud laugh as she walked over to the entrance. "You already lost the key I had given you, Scotty? You-..."

Whatever else she was going to say was forgotten as soon as she saw the person standing across from her once she opened the door. She had been expecting Liam carrying a box of pizza, maybe even with a brand new six-pack they could finish while packing, but instead the man in front of her wasn't her good friend.

"What are you doing here, Noah?" she asked, her mood souring by the second. It was still so hard to believe that at one point in her life she had fallen in love with his smile, and those blue eyes of his that hid all the nastiness Noah held inside. But everyone had a right to make a mistake when choosing a boyfriend, and Noah was that mistake for her. He was the biggest mistake of her life.

Noah shrugged, leaning against her doorway as he crossed his arms. "I've been trying to get in touch with you, but you don't return my calls."

"You couldn't take that as a hint? I don't want to see you."

"Come on, Elie, we both know that's not true." He smirked, leaning towards her. "Don't you remember the good times we spent together?"

Elie gave him a look. "No. They were pretty easy to forget, actually."

The remark caused him to laugh, and he shook his head. "You were always a lousy liar. But fine, if you don't want to talk about us... I want to talk about our daughter. I want to see her."

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...actually, not quite yet. By Wednesday, for sure, I'll be in New York. My boss at the cafe needed someone to cover some shifts for Monday and Tuesday night, and I volunteered since I was leaving her in a tight spot, anyway. Sucks, I know, but I don't mind doing it.

Things worked out in my favor, though, because I'm not finished packing yet. One of my childhood friends came to visit and help me from Hartford and he's staying with me while I move. He even asked for some time off from work and everything. Isn't that sweet? Of course, since he's a goof we've mostly been goofing around while we should be working, but it's okay. I haven't seen Liam in a year, I think (and we live an hour away from each other!!), so this is good. I think he mostly needs someone around, because he and his boyfriend just broke up, but I'm glad my buddy's here with me. Maybe I'll convince him to move to New York, too!

Oohh, and speaking of Scotty (his last name is Scott, so sometimes I call him Scotty just to annoy him :-D), he went out for pizza and I think he just got back so I've got to head back. I know, it's horribly late, but we're hungry! Packing does that to a person, I guess.