cupcakes and books make for a happy emerson

[emerson elizabeth ettridge]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]getting real tired of your questioning shit WORDS FOR Dominos pizza/Mia graedvgukahfjvdbaufxgehkj I PROMISED DIDN'T I Here's Em's outfit because you know, reasons cake [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Emerson had flour in her hair, frosting on her face, and a tupperware container of cake in her hands. A day of fairly successful baking (with only three minor disasters) had led to her trying to track down her older-brother type friend-thingy. Otherwise known as Dominic. Dom. Dommy. The Dommo. Dommarino. Dominos pizza (extra cheese). She boarded down the sidewalks with the library in mind. Em had already checked his flat, the park, and his favorite coffee shop. The only other place he could possibly be was at the library, in the tiny little alcove that had served as one of his many little secluded hiding spots. She had spent many afternoons with him there, just chilling with some books. Her thoughts this time, however, were only focused on tracking him down and shoving one of the sweets down his throat. Recently Em had gotten into baking. It was something to do when Ace was gone and she couldn't sleep. Of course, in the beginning of her endeavor she had sucked. Like, really really sucked. The first thing she had tried to make was a soufflé, and by the end of it Em thought it would have been more merciful to just shoot the poor (flat) thing. Like a horse, or something like that. Eventually she found her rhythm and in the past days she had been constantly in the kitchen, leaving only to buy more ingredients and go to the loo. That day, she had been trying out a new recipe for red velvet cupcakes. Everything had gone well, until she got to the whole red part. The only food coloring she had was purple, so in it went. Emerson had successfully made purple velvet cupcakes, and with the white frosting, they looked pretty fucking awesome. She had even done a happy dance when she tried one of them. As she turned into the driveway, she slowed to a stop and jumped off her board. Tucking it under her arm, she ran up the steps two at a time and into the cool confines of the library. Em waved to the woman behind the front desk, and made a beeline towards the back corner. Once she turned the corner she was confronted with the humorous sight of Dom asleep on the couch with a book over his eyes, a hand still vaguely holding on. Her lips pursed to try to contain her laughter, but a small giggle managed to sneak it's way through. She placed her stuff on the table, and padded over to the sleeping form. A few strands of her ponytail fell out as she leaned over him, and lightly pulled the book off of his face. "Oi." she spoke (a bit loudly, she'll admit). "You. Wake up. I made cupcakes and you're my guinea pig. Or my lab rat, whichever floats your boat." [/style]

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[dominic lloyd jensen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Dominic was feeling nostalgic. He was remembering his past life, his friends... And mostly his little sister, Q. Quinn, actually. She loved him and he loved her and they were basically the best of friends. Quinn had been closer to their parents, while Dom had been distant. She had been the bridge between Dom and their parents. She was the only reason Dom ever went to those damned family dinners. Just to see her. But even then they were dreadful; he had definitely skipped some dinners, and gone to one too many. His parents never loved him as much as they loved Quinn. She was the peppier, brighter, uplifting child. Dom really couldn't care less. It was like someone had taken their parents genes and split them into two piles - one happy pile, and one miserable pile. They'd given Dom all of the gloomy ones, and saved the better genes for later. For Quinn. Feeling as though he was feeling too many feelings, Dom felt the need to loose himself into a story. In this case, a book. He grabbed his messenger bag and camera and walked out the door. He had no need to bring the camera, he just really liked bringing it around with him everywhere. He pulled on his shoes and walked out the door. Dom went over to the library, found his corner, and pulled out Fahreinheit 451. It had been one of his favorite books, but he really didn't like the ending. The thing was, he could almost relate to Montag. The need for books, understanding how they held something in them, something important. He flipped through the pages, skimming through quotes. But the thing is, Dom didn't sleep much last night. Nostalgia got to him. So he found himself tired, his eyes weighed down with lethargy. And soon enough, he was out. Dominic woke when his book was lifted up. His frist thought was that the librarian had found him, but a familiar voice said, "Oi. You. Wake up." half asleep Dom muttered, "Q?" but when his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw Emerson staring down at him. "I made cupcakes and you're my guinea pig. Or my lab rat, whichever floats your boat." Dominic's mouth curved up, just a tiny bit. The most of a smile or grin anyone would ever really get from him. "Leave me be," he groaned dramatically and turned onto his side, his back facing Em. But he lifted his head and turned onto his stomach. He reached up, his hand in a fist, and bonked her lightly on the head. "Hey," he looked on her kindly, "I'll be your lab rat." words: 457 notes: i can't be bothered to write more outfit: click tagged: #em #libby

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[emerson elizabeth ettridge]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]getting real tired of your questioning shit WORDS FOR Dominos pizza/Mia lol hey you're looking at the computer screen right now Here's Em's outfit because you know, reasons cake [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Emerson quirked an eyebrow upwards. "So I'm a letter now? I wasn't aware, thanks for letting me know." "Leave me be," Dominic groaned, before turning onto his side. Emerson just stuck her tongue out at his turned head, and poked him in the back a few times. "No, I won't leave you be. Come on, up you pop." she emphasized her seriousness with a double poke. Just when she was ready to heave him off of the couch herself (which would have ended horribly, what with her being basically the smallest person ever so she had no upper body strength). Dom turned his head towards her, and bonked her on the head lightly. Emerson just laughed a little, and sat down criss-cross-applesauce on the ground next to him. "Hey. I'll be your lab rat." he spoke softly, with that awkward curve of his mouth gracing his face (really the closest thing to a smile that ever came from his mouth). Em grinned, and tapped his cheek twice with her palm (delicately, of course). ”Great. Now get up and move your arse hither.” Standing up from her odd sitting position, she walked/ran over to the table. She grabbed her tupperware, and opened it so the aromatic smell could fill her nostrils. ”Okay. So they’re supposed to be red velvet, but I didn’t exactly have any red colouring, so I put purple instead and voila!” She presented the plastic container to him, and wiggled it a bit. “Out popped purple velvet. Pretty revolutionary if you ask me.” The whole situation was reminiscent of one that she had had with her father. She had gone through a phase in secondary school where she was obsessed with knitting. Scarves, mittens, hats, blankets, anything that could be knit was knitted. Every time she finished a project, she would show it to her father in the hopes of him liking it. Most of the time he would shower her with praise and it would make her awful days worth trudging through. Not that she was expecting tons of praise from Dominos, in fact she would be overjoyed to get an, “It’s good.” from the guy’s mouth. That was the thing about Dom that Emerson liked. He always managed to flip around her mindset when they were hanging out, and it was a good reality check for her. Brought her back down to earth, so to speak. A cupcake was plucked out of the box by her hands and placed into his. She perused the box for one for herself, and after choosing she took a sweet, blissful bite. [/style]

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[dominic lloyd jensen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more So I'm a letter now? I wasn't aware, thanks for letting me know," Emerson said, looking skeptical. "No, Q is my younger sister," Dom tried to explain. He didn't really know why he called her Q. Maybe it was the fact that the entire day he was just thinking about her, or maybe the fact that Quinn always came to wake him up in the mornings whenever she had come to visit him. Quite honestly, she was the only person he was okay with going into his room without his permission. Also she was one of the few people that was allowed to wake him up. Otherwise, he wasn't okay with people coming into his room to wake him up. That was not okay. His alarm clock could wake him up without human contact. So clearly, he did not need humans to wake him up. Tapping his cheek twice, Emerson said, "Great. Now get up and move your arse hither." She got up and walked away to the table where her tupperware was. Dom sat up and stretched. He joined her at the table, walking up behind her and resting his chin on her head. "Okay. So they're supposed to be red velvet, but I didn't exactly have any red coloring, so I put purple instead and voila!" he stepped back as she turned around and presented the tupperware to him, "Out popped purple velvet. Pretty revolutionary if you ask me." She plucked out a cupcake for him and put it into his hands. She then took one for herself. Dom didn't eat too many sweet things. And it wasn't that he hated them, he just wouldn't go out of his way to get a cupcake from a bakery. However, if presented with a cupcake, he would gladly take it. Especially homemade cupcakes. There was just something about homemade food that made it better than store bought food. At least in Dom's mind it made a difference. Dominic pulled back the wrapper to reveal this deep purple sort of color. He rather liked it. "Cooler than red," he commented. He took a bite of the cupcake, and was pleased by the rush of sugary sweetness. He was pretty sure he actually gave her a real [but very small] smile. He dipped his finger into the frosting, then plopped it onto her nose. "Fantastic," he said as he took another bite out of the confectionary treat. He was rather happy that Emerson thought of him to share the cupcakes with. Dom thought it was kind of a sign that they were close. And he liked that because he didn't really have anyone remotely family like in Dirge. Not that he really wanted that. All he wanted was someone like Q, and Em was pretty damn close. words: 479 notes: heyyy you should reply <3 outfit: click tagged: #em #libby

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[emerson elizabeth ettridge]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]getting real tired of your questioning shit WORDS FOR Dominos pizza/Mia hey lol you're playing animal crossing and you just caught a piranha Here's Em's outfit because you know, reasons cake [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] "Cooler than red" Dom said, right before taking a bite. Emerson smiled at him, and was glad that her color choice had warranted her a compliment. For some reason, she always felt like Dom's compliments meant more than other peoples. Most people throw out compliment all willy-nilly, but not him. In order to be complimented by him, you actually have to earn it. "Cooler than bow ties, even." Emerson told him with a grin. She watched, pleased, as Dom gave a small smile while he chewed his sugar-filled cup of cake. Even when he dolloped a small bit of frosting on her nose, she didn't mind because Dom was smiling and he never really smiled. She appreciated the fact that he was comfortable enough around her to do so, almost like they were siblings. 'Siblings. Like Q, whoever that was. Well, his sister obviously but still. Ugh, Emerson don't pry you're too nosey just st-' "Fantastic." Dom said after he took another bite. She laughed a little at that. "So glad you think so, nine." She chose that moment to look out the window at the passersby outside. They all looked like little moving dots, but in the back of her mind she knew that every single one of them had a story and a life and friends. It was weird to think about, but interesting nonetheless. Emerson sat down on the couch, and patted the seat next to her. Once Dom had sat down, she pulled her legs up so that her calves were resting on his lap. Finally in a comfortable position, she leaned her head against the armrest of the couch and smiled teasingly at him. "So. Who's Q? I mean, if you don't mind me asking that is." Emerson looked at him, willing him silently to answer the question. She knew that he didn't normally like to talk about his past or share his secrets, and it was a rarity when he actually opened up about something. Not that she could judge, really. For years of her life Em had kept everything a secret. The cutting, the bullying, the attempts of suicide. And even still, hardly anyone knew about any of that. Only her father knew about her attempted death. So Em knew how hard it was to just talk sometimes, and she didn't want to push him too far. Who knows where that could lead. [/style]

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[dominic lloyd jensen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more "Cooler than bow ties, even," Emerson commented. Dom let his mouth form a small sort of grin. He really did like Doctor Who. It was one of his favorite shows. Another thing that Q had gotten him into on one of her visits. She was sitting on the couch squealing and crying but laughing at one episode. Dom had been curious as to what she was watching, and what could possibly get such a range and mix of emotions. When he sat down next to her, she swung her legs into his lap and grinned, cheeks shining with tears. When Dom asked what it was she simply replied, "Doctor Who." and the two of them watched it together ever since. When she visited, they'd do Doctor Who marathons. Sometimes Q would joke that he looked like the 11th Doctor, but he disagreed. He really didn't look like him at all. Dom shook his head a bit, "Bow ties are pretty damn cool." "So glad you think so, Nine," Emerson laughed a bit. "Q told me I look like Eleven," he said simply, slipping out another little reference to Q. He didn't know why he bothered. He just felt safer than usual with Emerson. She gave him this nice sort of security that he really did appreciate. Emerson made her way back to the couch. She sat down, then patted the seat next to her. He finished off his cupcake, then sat down. She immediately swung her legs across his lap. Dom quickly looked in the other direction to hide his pained smile. He missed Q. He missed her a lot. She [and if he was honest, a few of his friends] was the only person he actually missed from Earth. He didn't care for the rest. He just cared for Q. He looked down at his lap, where Emerson's legs where located. "So. Who's Q? I mean, if you don't mind me asking that is," Emerson fixed her eyes on him. He played with the bracelet on his wrist. Before he could stop himself, his mouth started moving, "Quinn. Her name is Quinn," he began. He paused. He didn't really know what to say other than the fact that he missed her. A lot. "Little sister. Only real family," he continued and paused again. "Miss her," he said after a moment or two, "I miss her." He left it like that for another moment. "She likes Doctor Who. You'd like her. Everyone did." He smiled at the thought of little Q. And it was a real smile. It wasn't forced; it was truly genuine. That was the thing about Q. She could always make him smile. words: 473 notes: idk i was on a plane, okay? outfit: click tagged: #em #libby

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[emerson elizabeth ettridge]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]getting real tired of your questioning shit WORDS FOR Dominos pizza/Mia "he's wearing a kilt, hehehhehehe. look at dem bare legs." Here's Em's outfit because you know, reasons cake [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: times; font-size: 13px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] "Quinn. Her name is Quinn," Dom paused before continuing. "Little sister. Only real family." Emerson tried not to let her worry show, as she knew that when Dom spoke in clipped sentences it normally meant that the topic was a land mine. It only helped solidify her theory when she noticed that he hadn't taken his eyes off of his bracelet. He continued after a moment. "Miss her. I miss her. She likes Doctor Who. You'd like her. Everyone did." Emerson's motherly heart was relieved of a bit of the crushing doubt when she saw a bit of a small cross his face. Dom's connection with his sister reminded of her own with her old best friend. Abby had always been the one that everyone liked, and who wasn't afraid of human interaction. But Em didn't mind, in fact, she rejoiced in the fact that she had someone to do all of the talking for her. You see, Abby had always been the more outgoing one in their friendship. The one to approach new people. The one to confront someone if they were bothering Em. Whereas Em was the one who calmed Abby down, or helped her see the more rational side of things. They balanced each other out, and that was always something that Em had searched for in a companion. Just being at the library made Em recall the multiple times she would drag her best friend to their local library. Abby hated going there, and always called it "Her Own Personal Literary Hell", but Em knew that was just because the librarian called her a, "no-good juvenile delinquent who is probably skipping out on detention" (which, admittedly, most of the time she was but what can you do?). That was the thing about Abby. She wasn't exactly the best citizen around. Her speeding tickets, two arrests, endless detentions, and constant state of being grounded were enough to prove that to anyone who dared question her. That was actually how Em and Abby had become good friends. Abby had gotten arrested for trespassing and was sitting in the police station, and if she tried to call her parents then she would probably be sent to boarding school or some other equally horrifying option. So she called the only person who's number she knew, which just so happened to be Em's. Em had been kind enough to bail her new-found friend (which was really only a couple hundred pounds, nothing Em couldn't afford). Em re-focused her attention on Dom, and tried to think of a clever way to continue their little pow-wow before he got spooked and ran off. "So.. will you tell me about her? I mean, more about her. I mean, unless you don't want to that is." Em squinted her eyes shut in embarrassment as she assessed how truly idiotic she had just sounded. Well, at least it wasn't a full out ramble. [/style]

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