Sean Andrews
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Post by Sean Andrews on Aug 23, 2006 19:30:49 GMT -5
[YAY It's so fun being an asshole rofl not that I'm not one in rl -shifty eyes- OHH LA LA Lucky. I wouldn't say no, to anyone Im a lonely little girl rofl Acctuly thats a lie. I'd have to say no Im under house arrest/grounded -stabs self-]
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Carrie Martin
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Post by Carrie Martin on Aug 23, 2006 21:19:23 GMT -5
Carrie had learned to harden her heart at a young age from when her father had left her family with no love. The phrase was true, money can't buy you love, either. In Sean's case, however, Carrie had to wonder how the hell he had gotten a wife without some monetary assistance. Was he being serious? Of course he was. Sexual harassment in the work place was no laughing matter. Carrie pulled a face, raising her eyebrows. Like he had a chance with her. Pfffft. Even if he wasn't married, he still sent out that creepy butt-head vibe. She looked to Jack for some support, and while she could tell he wouldn't mind watching Sean Andrews take a punch, she could also tell that Jack wouldn't be the one to do it. He had his 'I'm not getting into the middle of this' face on. Oh how she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face...and shave that eyebrow off so he didn't have one to arch.
"I'm way out of your league, Andrews. Besides, you're not my type. I usually date blokes who actually have a soul...and a sense of hygine. You, have neither."
She smirked, not missing a beat in this banter before turning back to Jack. She smiled at him, wordlessly thanking him for not putting up a fight about the patient with the giggles. He was a nice guy, which there seemed to be a lack of in present company. Actually, it would be all to nice to have him on floor two. They were short of staff at the minute, and Carrie had been working double shifts, much to Ben's protest, to compensate for the lack of help. Jack would be a nice addition to the floor two family. She had always seen him in a brotherly light, someone to pal around with.
"Oh, you should! Talk to Ben. I speak from personal experience when I say floor two is a great one."
She smiled the classic Carrie smile that usually made heads turn. Maybe it wasn't such a bad day afterall. In fact, she had almost forgotten about Mr. Grouchy Pants...until he opened his mouth. Of course he would have an objection to their patients. Just to pick a fight, of course. He was just that type of guy. Well...at least he can't get any worse. She thought wrong. He was pulling out a cigarette. Ew! Gross! Carrie pulled a face, opening her mouth in protest when he pretty much to her to stuff it. She closed her mouth, inwardly huffing, and wrinkled her nose at him. Smoking was gross. It gave your teeth a yellow stain, and your close wreeked for ages. Not to mention it was horrible for you...and patients! They were in a freaking hospital! Lets just give these poor sick people the black lung, while they were at it! She had about had enough of his smoking when he told her that they could use his floor to house sick patients. It was the only thing that kept her from taking his freaking fag and snapping it in two.
"Your too kind, Andrews."
She rolled her eyes, plastering a smile on her face. That's right, play nice to the mean doctor, and you'll get what you want. More room for sick patients... But he was just being so...so...infuriating! She was able to maintain some inward control until he brought Ben into the situation...
"I suggest cozying up with Miss Martin’s healer in charge, which is how she got her job..."
That scum! That pig! How dare he insult her like that!? How dare he insult Ben like that!? She and Ben were both hard workers, more hard working than his lazy ass, for certain, and she had earned her job. She was damn good at it, too. And Ben? Ben was a great guy, and sure, he liked her and she had been out with him before, but when they were at work, they kept things professional. She clenched her hands in a fist, feeling all her energy building into the moment...she had taken enough of his bull shit for one shift. Putting a calm face on, she walked up to him slowly, leaning on her tip toes to meet his gaze, being as seductive as the situation would allow.
"Maybe I'll just cozy up to you, instead..."
She whispered, locking eyes with him briefly...he had no idea what was coming. Reaching up, she pulled the fag out of his mouth, stomping it beneath her foot and smacking his face in what seemed like one swift motion. She heard the crack when her hand made contact with his face and he recoiled, shocked. She faintly registered Jack's voice from behind her, before she felt his hands gripping her waist and pulling her back from lashing out at Sean again. She didn't struggle. Instead, she shrugged Jack off and crossed her arms, putting on her fiecest pout. Somewhere off she heard someone woot in encouragement for her. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who thought "Doctor" Andrews had it coming.
Carrie made a mental note to apologize to Cassandra for beating her husband up later. She liked Cassandra. She was nice to Carrie, and had even taken her out to lunch once. It was her spouse that Carrie had daggers for. She wasn't usually a confrontational person...unless provoked. And oh how he was provoked her. There were witnesses. Feeling no remorse, Carrie tore her eyes from him, looking back to Jack.
"So, like I was saying. Ben would have no problem admitting you to our staff, I'm sure. He's a great Healer-in-Charge, unlike some people I have the displeasure of knowing."
[[haha! Carrie strikes back! emmy...I believe it is your post, darling. though I don't think this thread needs any help in the drama department -snicks- but this will certainly make things interesting]]
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Post by Aimee Kensington on Aug 24, 2006 3:58:21 GMT -5
When Aimee was four she’d gone with her mother to the supermarket to get bread for the following mornings breakfast and a packet of apple juice boxes. Lost in a word, entirely her own Aimee had walked the aisles in awe. Shelves staked full reached to the ceiling like caste walls, the labels were bright, eye catching and with eyes wide open she had pranced ahead of her mother, brown hair swinging behind her in loose plaits, black Mary Jane’s tapping on the cold floor. Soon she become so absorbed in this fantasy world. Where everything was bright and ripe and full, where there was an entire row for chocolate, each foil wrapper waiting to be opened and apples polished and gleaming. Aimee became so involved, hypnotised that she was unaware that the mother who had been at her heels previously had vanished. And when your four-years-old, and you realise that the person who is supposed to be looking after you, standing guard over you, is no longer there the feeling that boils within, turning your veins to ice and creeping its way inch by inch up the back of your throat, is that of sheer terror.
Needless to say she froze in her steps, and the tall stacking shelves she had once marvelled at became barriers between everything she knew and everything she didn’t. It was then she had started runningrunningrunning. Backwards through the aisles, eyes frantic, plaits flying behind her in the wind of her path. A scream was on her lips but never got any further. She’d been so alone, so completely petrified that she hadn’t been able to think, hadn’t been able to see and it was only when she fell into the arms of her mother, being scooped up and pulled close, that she felt any form of normalcy.
It was that reason that Aimee sped through the corridors of Floor Four, calling for the woman who had vanished from her room. The Trainee was checking the other end of the floor and Dr Peters, the floor above. Waiting for the ping of the elevator Aimee tapped her heel impatiently.
“C’mon. C’mon.”
Aimee knew what it felt like to be lost and alone. She knew that Mrs Sally Phillips was completely harmless, unable to hurt a fly with those wide childlike eyes, far too trusting and her loose blonde hair streaked with grey spread over the back of her floral night dress. Aimee knew what it felt like to be lost and have no where to turn to but Aimee didn’t know what it felt like to be lost and have no arms waiting for your safe arrival.
Climbing inside the elevator she pressed number three and continued the impatient tapping of her shoe. Her eyes rested on the travelling numbers…floor four to floor three. Another ping and she was released onto the Potion and Plant Poisoning floor, Sean’s floor.
Without a knock Aimee peered her head inside Jack Bowler’s laboratory, her face flushed from the half hour she had spent running up and down the corridors, searching each room and not bothering an explanation on the patients that wouldn’t understand. The other Healers said she got too involved with patients, too close but this was different. There was a patient loose from the Closed Ward wandering outside of her floor. You didn’t leave someone who had suffered permanent spell damage alone. You didn’t leave someone who was already so alone and lost emotionally to become physically detached.
“Jack have you by any chance seen a patient by the name of Sally Phillips. She’s an elderly woman-”
Slap.
Aimee froze and had to double take. She’d been so focused on her slip up, of obviously not closing the elderly woman’s door properly that she hadn’t noticed the other two inhabitants in the room, who in turn were tossing remarks at one another. Not pleasant remarks, one might dare to add.
The further down side were the names that went with the faces, Carrie Martin, her best friend and Sean Andrews, her well, you know, affair.
And they were not getting along at all it would seem. Aimee couldn’t deny that that hit her a little like a rock. Leaning back against the doorframe Aimee removed her eyes from Sean, noticing for the first time she’d looked a little too long. She had to bite down on her tongue not too comment of Carrie’s moment of ferocity. She’d literally hit Sean. Had literally raised a hand to his cheek, leaving a promise of a nasty bruise behind on his skin, his sweet, soft skin. Aimee had to remind herself several time not to react. One didn’t simply tackle their best friend or lecture them on an instant because she raised a hand and followed through. One learnt to contain themselves, despite how hard it was.
And that was why she stepped towards her best friend and shot her a cheeky smile.
“Nice aim.”
Now this was a slightly awkward situation.
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Post by Jack Bowler on Aug 24, 2006 8:34:35 GMT -5
It was almost like a scene out of a muggle comedy. You had the two people who despised one another. Of course here it should be obvious who the pair was. Then you had the poor innocent person standing by to see it all. That of course was Jack. He lingered quietly off to the side letting the pair work out their own problems. He’d intervene if things got bad enough but until then it wasn’t his place to get involved in their problems.
“You know Martin, I thought so too. But you know what would make it even better? Really bring out the colour and what not? If you added yours beside it. What say you? I’ll come down to your flat. You know tell stash the wife away and all that.”
He sighed.
"I'm way out of your league, Andrews. Besides, you're not my type. I usually date blokes who actually have a soul...and a sense of hygine. You, have neither."
Jack sighed. “You know Andrews I cant wait for the day someone asks me my opinion of you,” he commented flatly. The man was a whore in every sense of the word. He felt bad for the woman who had married him because if she could have seen how he treated people outside of their home he believed she would have been horrified. “Is your wife blind by chance? Bless her heart if she is. Because I can’t see how she could stay around seeing how you treat others. Am sure upper management would like to know too.” You pompous prick. That of course was not spoken aloud.
“Bowler, I am the one in charge here. I will be the one making decisions regarding this floor, and if I feel that its necessary to take the risk of infecting the entire floor. “
“I’ll remember that the next time you’re flying off to your secret little mid day meetings and you toss the decisions on me.” He raised his own eyebrow to the other watching him teeter between comments to him and Carrie.
“You can put you paitent in room two, bed 5. Put something on the door so that everyone knows what the patients deal is, and that she is in isolation. And Bowler if your so eager to get off my floor, I suggest cozying up with Miss Martin’s healer in charge, which is how she got her job.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
"Oh, you should! Talk to Ben. I speak from personal experience when I say floor two is a great one."
He nodded. “I’ll see if I can get a meeting.”
Fast forward through the minor scuffle.
"So, like I was saying. Ben would have no problem admitting you to our staff, I'm sure. He's a great Healer-in-Charge, unlike some people I have the displeasure of knowing."
He nodded. His voice fell quiet as he looked up just in time to see the door open and Aimee enter. He shrugged seeing the expression on her face as she looked between Carrie and Sean. It had to be quite the sight to see from her perspective as she’d missed the whole part leading up to it.
“Nice aim.”
He laughed. “She could have done better if ya ask me.”
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Sean Andrews
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Post by Sean Andrews on Aug 24, 2006 10:23:30 GMT -5
This was all getting really old, really fast. Sean hated this whole confrontation thing. Fighting took to much work, always trying to one up the other was tiring . He preferred to be an asshole, and that was that, let the other person be angry or hurt or whatever. But standing up to him and challenging him was to much work as far as he was concerned. But as far she he could see the blonde wasn’t in any mood to back down and him win. Blah, he wanted a nap and a strong Irish coffee.
“Out of my leagues hey? I wasn’t away being a floozy was hip this season..”
Empty remark. He actually had no idea about her life outside the hospital. Minus her flirtations with Ben. Sean pulled lazily on his cigarette, then turned his face to the side, and let a nasty coughing fit escape from his mouth. He should really quite, he was going to die early if kept this up. Oh well, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“Right back at cha Martin.”
Sean said with a snort, re adjusting himself against the wall, pulling again on the smoke. He found it marvellous how everyone seemed to be turning against him today. Carrie, was well Carrie was like this every day, but Jack was normally a good enough guy.
”I’ll remember that the next time you’re flying off to your secret little mid day meetings and you toss the decisions on me”
Sean snorted openly into his fag. His secret little mid days were mainly him, sneaking a nap, a drink, or a fag, or sneaking upstairs to see Aimee. It wasn’t like he was always dumping important crap on Jack’s lap all the time. Just when it conflicted with his ‘mid day meetings’. Whatever Sean wasn’t going to let Jack tell him how to do his job, when Sean had been at this hospital longer then Jack had even been a full healer.
The few actions happened so quickly that it took Sean’s brain a few seconds to digest it all. First Carrie was hitting on him, then he heard a new voice enter the room. Though he was unable to put a face to it, because in the next 2 seconds this fag was gone, and Carrie landed a hard, well placed slap to his face.
“fuck..”
He swore under his breath, hand clasped to his cheek. He hated to admit this, but he bruised easily, far too easily. He was almost endemic (sp?) with his bruising. He could already feel a hand shaped mark appearing on his cheek. Fuck. Good job Carrie. Learnt to control your fucking temper. He gave her a icy and disbelieving stare. What the hell was she on. It had went from a simple exchanging of words to slapping within seconds.
”Nice aim”
He remembered the new that had enerted the room, and as he looked to its owner, he couldn’t hide the shock on his face.
Aimee.
His Aimee, his face instantly lighten from his grumpy frown, and smiled warmly at her before he realised what he was doing. But as Aimee checked herself, he reminded himself that he too should do the same. They had to be careful, Lynne already knew, and they were having a hell of a job keeping her mouth shut, the last time they needed now was for big mouthed Carrie to find out.
“Kensington do you have a reason to be on this floor other then engaging in your little gal pal affairs?”
It hurt him to have to act that way with her. She didn’t deserve his crap, but it was necessary. Just as she complemented Carrie on the slap, he would treat her the same way he treated everyone else in this hell hole.
“As for you Martin if you like you job, you’ll learn to get your hands to yourself. Because fucking the healer in charge or not the guys up top wont put up with this shit.” Eyebrow raised. “Considering yourself warned”
He pushed himself away from the wall, and walked over to the desk Jack was sitting at. He snatched a random folder, and pretending to read it over, he stole glances at Aimee. Had Aimee not just entered the room, he would have stormed off to his office, but now that she was here he felt a need to stay. This could be the only time he saw her today and he needed to drink it in.
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Carrie Martin
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Post by Carrie Martin on Aug 24, 2006 11:02:25 GMT -5
There it was again. That look. That lingering glance between Sean and Aimee. Carrie new that look. It was the same look she gave to the guys at the bar, to her dates, to her love interests. What was up with that? A feeling in the pit of her stomach was coming to, flip flopping around, though Carrie wanted to ignore it and make it go away. But she wasn't stupid. Her eyes flicked back between Aimee and the dirt bag. Aimee had a secret, and there were rumors of an affair going on with Sean. And something Jack had said about Sean taking off mid afternoons, around the same time Carrie would ask Aimee to get lunch with her, but she would have some mystery emergency. No, nu huh. No way. Aimee wouldn't... Carrie shook her head slowly, planting a look that would make anyone confess. What the hell was going on? Was Aimee...was she...but all her doubts were erased as Aimee commented on her slap. What was this, high school? Carrie smiled, shaking shut juvinile thoughts out of her head. Aimee. Suddenly, she felt braver. And sort of silly. She never wanted Aimee to have a bad impression of her, being her best friend and all. So instead of lashing out at Sean again like she should have, she simply said
"Why thank you."
She smirked, leaving it at that. It wasn't hard to miss with a head THAT big. She looked over at Jack, raising her eyebrows. She smirked, wondering what Jack would say about Sean if he wasn't around. She had a few guesses. Something along the lines of what Carrie thought. She turned away from him to hear Sean repremanding her. Who could blame him, his manly pride was just hurt. But he was crossing that line again...the one where he encroached upon her morals and work ethic, and what she did with guys. Like it was any of his business. She rolled her eyes, so not in the mood to deal with his childish antics anymore. But it just wouldn't be Carrie Martin if she didn't squeeze a last word in.
"Oh, gosh golly, Sean, I'm just so terribly sorry. Don't tell on me, please?" She put on mock sincerity, before her face got back to the serious note. "If I fall, your going down with me, Andrews. Jack and Aimee will back me up on this, you provoked me. What I did was perfectly fine, considering the circumstances. Nice bruise, by the way."
She raised her eyebrows at him, challenging him to say something snarky again. Ugh, he was so sarcastic it made her sick. He was snarkastic. She watched him stalk over to the desk and pick up a file. Since when was 'Doctor' Andrews one for work? She watched him, and watched him watch Aimee. What the fuck? Wasn't this guy married? And yet somehow, it didn't surprise her. What did surprise her was how Aimee kept returning the glances. Carrie leaned in so only Aimee could here her.
"Hey, earth to Aimee. Married wanker at ten o clock, and he's checking you out. I'm thinking lunch, yeah? I've had enough of this guys bull for one shift."
She bumped her hip with Aimee's, but still got no reaction. It was like she was mesmerized, starring at Sean. She looked to Jack, who just shrugged, holding his hands up like 'I don't know anything about this'. Wow, some help. Carrie looked to Aimee again, feeling a sick feeling in her gut. It wasn't true. Aimee would tell her, Aimee would know he was married, Aimee was a good girl Aimee was her friend. Aimee was practically drooling, and Carrie was disgusted. Backing away from her friend, she leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Was she totally crazy to suspect? Was Aimee the other woman?The facts added up but she didn't want to believe it. Not until she had cold hard evidence to support it. But this was getting dangerously close to ridiculous. Sean was with Cassandra. Not Aimee. Right? Right. She shook her head, her blonde curls creating a curtain around her face. She refused to believe it, and hated herself for even thinking it. But her memories were betraying her, washing back into her immidiate veiw. Her father, leaving her family, leaving Carrie to pick up the pieces. He left her mother a broken woman, and his daughter afraid to love. Carrie shook her head again, looking back up to the room. It seemed Sean and Aimee were having a starring contest. She was suddenly filled with an anger she couldn't explain.
"Never thought Sean was one for the love-sick-puppy type, but he's looking at Aimee like she's the catch of the day, eh? Common Jack, lets get something to eat."
She raised her eyebrows at Jack, knowing she was causing trouble, but it was better than sitting and watching this awkward turtle moment brought to you by Hallmark unfold. It was...weird. She rolled her eyes, turning on her heal and exiting the room, making a bee line for the lunch cart that was making its rounds, hearing Jack follow her out the door.
[[meh, crappy, but there you go. is dying, SO wants the Carrie to walk in on them or something.]]
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Post by Aimee Kensington on Aug 26, 2006 22:17:35 GMT -5
His name was Benny. And he had once been Aimee’s entire world, her ticket to another dimension, her drug, her first love and her first disappointment. Aimee had met him at the back of the room of a party for a girl she didn’t remember the name of. He’d hung back in the shadows like a mystery, blowing smoke clouds tainted by alcohol. Everything after their first conversation was way too fast but she enjoyed the thrill as though going slow wasn’t an option. Benny was a drinker, a smoker, a secret. He stole her heart with his dark eyes and equally dark mouth that were clamped constantly over a smoke. He had rough hands and devious plans, a different idea as to how life was meant to be lived. She kept him entirely to herself, knowing her parents would disapprove and never wanting to hear a bad word against him. He was a drug, so wrong but with his mouth frantic over hers, nothing seemed righter.
And then all of a sudden she woke up and realised what she was loosing, sacrificing for the boy with wandering hands. She had been sixteen and he, nineteen. She had been the one to break it off after seeing him haggle with a quiet guy in her class, to antics she had once applauded she now saw the wrong side, the true dark side. On the inside Benny hated himself, he felt so small he had to bring others down so far to tower over them. He lived for attention, the fast life. But it was too fast for Aimee, too much and she had told him so. It was when she chose to take her leave, turning her back on him he had grabbed her, pushing her up against the wall, too hard. The fag always in his mouth left and suddenly it was on her, pressing hard on the skin of her left breast, burning. Aimee tried to pull from his hold, she wriggled in his hands, scared and he’d done nothing but smile, not pulling away until he’d left a burn on her skin and the taste of smoke in her mouth.
Aimee hated cigarettes. Not because they killed thousands, not because it was like committing suicide publicly, not because Sean did it and she couldn’t muster the idea of him dying from the inside, but because of Benny and his last words.
‘Something to remember me by.’
Sometimes Aimee felt dirty as though she could scrub for a year and never feel clean again. Carrie complained about her using up all the hot water but she’d have used anything if it would make her clean again, pure, something more than a regret or a mistake. Aimee would stand under the showerhead, the water scorching her and she would scrub her entire body until it was sore and red pretending that perhaps she could wash all the secrets, torments and pains down the drain. It never worked.
Aimee was still dirty. She was still a mistake, a regret.
Sean was watching her. She knew that without Carrie making her remarks. All evidence of a smile left her face, completely abandoning her. Instead Aimee just looked lost, confused. Why was she here again? And where exactly was here? How had she gone from the girl who played Monopoly for weeks straight, the girl who could imagine entire worlds, to this?
Sean was addressing her and then Carrie was speaking to her and then to Jack and all Aimee could see was Sean, the evidence of her failure. And all she could hear was Charlotte crying as she told her about her husband leaving her and her two young children for another woman. Aimee was that ‘other woman.’ The one who would bring his marriage to demise, and with it, everything she stood for. So why couldn’t she stop when she knew full well what would happen, when she’d stared into the face of the consequence? Sean was her drug, her addiction, and a deadly kind. And like all the smokers in the world that knew the that the cigarette they held between pursed lips was killing them, stealing moments of their life one piece at a time, they continued, stopping wasn’t an option. And that was what Sean was like for Aimee. Jesus, he made her happy when he wasn’t driving her up the wall. How could something that made her happy be so wrong?
It was the last sentence spoken by Carrie to Jack that stung her. She turned her somewhat wounded. Weren’t people allowed to look at Aimee like she was something great? Since when was that a look reserved only for Carrie and her many admirers?
In a moment Carrie was gone and Jack with her. Alone in the room with him Aimee didn’t even attempt to close the space. Right now she needed to breathe. Her eyes drifted to the floor and she stepped backwards out the door without looking up. Two feet firmly in the corridor, a whole room separating herself from him, she dared to raise her eyes.
“Mrs Phillips has gone walk about. She’s no where on our floor and she’s too fragile mentally and physically to be wandering by herself. Darcy’s checking floor five but-”
She knew she was rambling, trying to distract herself. He was so close but not close enough. Already her body was aching to touch him. She was going to drive herself crazy.
“I have to find her. She’s my patient.”
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Sean Andrews
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Post by Sean Andrews on Aug 30, 2006 11:29:59 GMT -5
Sean knew Aimee’s scar on her breast, he had seen in many times, but had never asked. He thought it was just a scar, a scar in an unusual place, but a scar all the same. Sean never asked about any of Aimee’s ex lovers. He didn’t want to know about them, just like Aimee wished she didn’t know about Cassandra. But they wasn’t really a choice there. Cassandra came first, and legally she was still with Sean, if not emotionally.
Sean knew that Aimee hated being an affair, hated being the other women. He knew that, but what could he do. If he left Cassandra now, it would be a public humiliation. That he, Sean, was so eager to be out of the marriage that he left her for a women he had only known for a month. Yet if he waited longer, she could find out or someone else could find out and tell her. He wasn’t sure which was worse. He may not love her anymore, but he didn’t want to hurt her more then he had too.
Yet Sean wasn’t even sure if he wanted to leave Cassandra. He was sure he didn’t love her anymore; yet leaving her seemed so hard, so cold, so mean. It was unlike him to truly care about someone else’s feelings, to not be a jack off. But god, he was so confused. He wanted Aimee, wanted her so bad. Yet Cassandra was there, in his mind, in his home, and his bed. He was one man, with two women. Sounds great on paper, in real life? Hell.
He heard Carrie say something about him being a wanker, something about lunch, and then Jack and her were gone. Leaving Aimee and him alone in the room. Oh god Carrie what were you doing? Didn’t she know that this was the worst kind of temptation? Didn’t she know that it would take all his effort to keep his hands off of Aimee.
Their was a pregnant beat. A moment. Then Aimee spoke and broke the silence.
“Aimee. Calm down Darcy will find her.”
He took a step forward and he knew that he wasn’t going ot be able to stop himself now. He pulled her into a tight embrace, nestling his chin on the top oh her head. Her shampoo smelt like apples, he thought as he held her. At this point he wasn’t thinking, he was just going on automatic. As he leaned down to kiss her. He was so aware of how easy it would be for them to get caught, yet he didn’t care. All he knew in this moment was that she smelt like apples, and that he loved kissing her.
[WOOT. One down]
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Carrie Martin
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Post by Carrie Martin on Aug 30, 2006 15:35:11 GMT -5
can't resist -snicks- time for drama. -nods- prepare to be discovered, children -pokes- but so things don't get confusing in other threads, Carrie won't know in past threads aka the bar and such, but will know in any future ones -dies- -scampers-
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Post by Lily Morten on Aug 30, 2006 15:57:10 GMT -5
-interupting twitch- -saw de Darcy name- -is confused- -reads- -floobles away-
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Carrie Martin
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Post by Carrie Martin on Aug 30, 2006 16:10:16 GMT -5
Carrie sulked out into the hallway, walking toward a trolly that steered a cart of cheap lunches around. It was all based on cafeteria food. You know, jello, cold turkey, the yucky smells that went with it. But at this point, she didn't care. Carrie needed to eat something, she was getting cranky. She waved to Elsa, a familiar face pushing the cart around, and walked up to the trolly. She reached for the first thing she saw. Something green and leafy, prosumably a salad. She took a plastic fork, and paid the price, turning to give Jack and exsasperated look. It had been a long day. His face read the same thing.
"So would you like to take this to the cafeteria or back into the lounge?"
She tilted her head, taking the plastic top off the salad and plunging her fork into the sea of green. Her mother had always told her not to play with her food, but now she pushed the lettuce around, a frown playing on her lips, her mind was busy. Too busy. Something about that guy just irked her. Rubbed her the wrong way. And the way Aimee had been starring was just...apalling. The man was married. But a not to lovely feeling called guilt was also creeping its way into Carrie's system, making her stomach do high dives. Guilt for slapping Sean, guilt for not just letting things go, but mostly guilt for thinking poorly of Aimee. She shook her head, letting her blonde curls make a curtain over her face. She felt like a crummy person, a crummy friend. Maybe it was she who was the wanker. She hadn't wanted to admit it, but Carrie had felt a rift growing between her and her flatmate. She had tried to ignore it, but it was getting to be ridiculous. They barely had anytime for one another anymore, and she felt she had let it get that way. She had to make it right.
Looking up, she smiled a bit, an idea forming in her mind. She and Aimee would have lunch together, and everything would be right with the world again. Perfect. Walking a few paces to catch up with Elsa, Carrie bought the most edible looking thing on the cart, something like a turkey sandwhich, before walking boldly back towards where she had left Sean and Aime, eating her salad as she walked. It was probably best not to leave Aimee defenseless and alone with him for too long. The guy was so infuriating... He was so obnoxious...He was a complete ass...He was...kissing Aimee Kensington.
Carrie stopped dead in her tracks, the fork frozen in mid air, coming to her mouth. Sean was kissing Aimee. Aimee was kissing Sean back. Sean was married. Married! No! She blinked a few times, making sure she wasn't seeing things. But it hadn't been that long of a day. It hit her like a ton of bricks, of course. The air was wrenched from her throat, and her chests tightened in the vague memories she had as a child, waking up to no father. No love. Men were cheaters. She knew that. She had wrapped her mind around that long ago. But what Carrie couldn't stand was the other woman. When her father had left, the thing that had killed her the most was knowing that if that woman hadn't been around, he'd still be there. That slut had stolen him away. Seduced him. Teased him. She made him do things, leave his family. The other woman was one to be despised, loathed, hated. The last thing she had expected was to see her best friend in a role like this.
The room was spinning. She was lurching back to the night her father left her family. The night he had walked out. The last night she had seen him. A little blonde girl ran across her vision, a mirage, a younger Carrie, tearing through the house calling out her father's name. It had been so sick. At the age of five, Carrie had thought her father was playing a game with her. Hide and go seek. It had been no game. This was no game.
A rush of emotions tore through her. Sadness, first. The sadness of having to remember. Carrie lived her life fast, the majority of the time, so she didn't have to remember. Sadness was followed by anger. Aimee was the other woman! Even worse, Aimee hadn't told her. Hadn't told her best friend...more sadness at this fact. So here was the reason why all the secrets, all the busy schedules. Sean Andrews. More anger. Sean Andrews? Seriously? Through all of this, neither of them had seemed to notice Carrie, too busy inspecting each others back molars to care. Composing herself, she took the last emotion she had felt, and flew with it. Anger.
Stepping into the room further, she dropped the sandwhich she had brought for Aimee on the desk, making a surprisingly loud noise. Gross....she briefly wondered what they were putting in their food to make it so brick hard.
"I bought you lunch."
A simple enough phrase, but the venom that was ebbed in Carrie's voice was what made the sting on Aimee's face show up. Carrie flinched. She hated hurting her best friend. Hated it with a blinding passion. But maybe Aimee needed to be hurt to see what she was really doing. Her eyes flicked briefly to Sean and she glared. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under. But she didn't feel that it would suffice. No. She was never good at holding her tongue and just letting things be.
"Sean, they've just upgraded you to a queen-size bed, jacuzzi tub, junior suite in hell."
Ah, the Carrie charm. With out saying another word, she slowly put the salad down, reaching a new level of calm. Erie, almost. Without staying around for an explaination, she turned on her heel, and made a grand exit, taking off down the hallway, to the back starewell, where she held her palms against her eyes and tried to avoid the tears. Tears for her father that was never there, and tears for the best friend she was losing.
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Post by Aimee Kensington on Aug 30, 2006 18:56:58 GMT -5
-Claps- This is so good. -Snuggles everyone- Can't wait to reply!
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Post by Aimee Kensington on Aug 31, 2006 7:22:11 GMT -5
Everyone makes mistakes but that fact doesn’t reach soothing hands out to when you are consumed by your own. Some mistakes make us better people, some mistakes confront our deepest fears and bring to the surface the secrets we have kept hidden in the shadows from everyone, including ourselves. The best mistakes are the ones you learn from, the type that you can look back on in reflection and know that slipping up that time brought you out on top later. Call it a learning experience if you will. However there are the rare mistakes that people make which they never forget. The type that they look back on purely because it torments them everyday they wake up, the type that burns their skin underneath so they will never forget. Before her lips were on his, pressing hard and feverishly she knew it was going to be one of those mistakes.
Aimee Kensington had dealt with patients who had suffered serious trauma and had subconsciously blocked out all memories involved. And after the look on Carrie’ face, the look Aimee had glimpsed over the rise of Sean’s shoulder, past the arch of his neck, she had wanted her memory to vanish, to leave her blinking curiously, with confusion. She had wanted to bloody forget.
This was wrong. This was the furthest thing from right.
Inwardly Aimee was screaming, inwardly she was hyperventilating, tearing at her thick brown tendrils. Inside she was doing anything to distract her mind from the echo of Carrie’s footsteps, the thud of the sandwich, the heartbreak in her eyes. That look had been the exact reason Aimee had avoided telling her in the first place. She was ashamed, not of Sean, but herself, her lack of self-control, her lack of judgement, her lack of thinking about anyone else but herself. Or rather, her inability to stop when she realised what she was doing was not right. So many times Aimee had imagined herself telling Carrie about Sean. She had imagined a look so much similar to one that shadowed her eyes but she hadn’t imagined it like this. Aimee had been supposed to tell Carrie, not Carrie walk in and find her and Sean in a rather compromising position. What had she been thinking? What had he been thinking? He was the one that closed the space between them, the one that broke that purposeful, polite barrier and leant towards her, straining every muscle in her body to act appropriately. He was the one that had kissed her first.
But you kissed back.
Aimee slid a hand instinctively to Sean’s chest and shoved him away hard, taking several steps away from him trying to make the distance so huge she couldn’t travel it, couldn’t bring herself to. She looked shattered, visibly hurt and confused. Her big brown eyes blinked at the door where Carrie had exited through and then drifted to the table where the sandwich sat like a reminder.
She could smell Carrie in the room. She could hear her, see her and them, Sean and Aimee attached at the lips, bodies too close to be deniable, touching.
For a moment all she could do was look at him, her breath too fast, trying to hurriedly get her head to catch up, to form a plan, something, anything. And then when nothing came she headed to the desk and picked the sandwich up in her hand. Without another word she headed to the door and paused, the sandwich a weight in her hand, a reminder of her and things before that single crushing moment. How could Aimee had let it get so far? She was the other woman. She was living in a fantasy hoping that Sean would wake up and choose her. But he hadn’t, wouldn’t. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes purposefully grazing his gold wedding band. He had chosen Cassandra when all she had wanted was him, to wake up next to him in the morning, to breath him in whenever she chose, to kiss him in public, to just be with him. And she still wanted that. Oh god, did she want that.
But instead of confessing everything right then and there and showing a glimpse of vulnerability, a moment of feeling, to voice every thought gracing her mind concerning him and her and how things should be; Aimee rose her hands up, her palms facing him, forming another barrier.
And she hated herself for it. For being so stubborn. For not screaming at him, proclaiming it. I need you, can’t you see that? I need you.
“Don’t.”
She struggled with other words but nothing else came and so with that she turned on her heel and left. Hoping that Sean would follow and at the same time wanting him to never speak to her again.
My, oh my, what a mess we have here.
[[-Bounces- Now we either let Lise respond when she wants to get Sean'r reaction and kind of let this end and start Rp's elsewhere. The Aftermath. Or yeah, I don't know... -Laughs- Man I love drama. And this is good drama. ]]
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Sean Andrews
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Post by Sean Andrews on Sept 1, 2006 11:19:02 GMT -5
Sean for some reason had always known that this affair wouldn’t end well, that it wouldn’t be easy. The sneaking around, and lying was one thing. Lynne finding out was another. Lynne wasn’t as big mouthed as Carrie, nor was she likely to tell Cassandra unless Sean really pissed her off. Carrie was another matter all together. Carrie was a firecracker, an unknown. Her reaction, and the actions she would take afterward no one could guess.
It was like time froze when Carrie walked through that door. Sean and Aimee’s heads turn in the direction of the door, frozen. And Carrie herself frozen in the door way. Everyone in shock. It was like a scene out of a movie, there was no way it could be real. Sean and Aimee were still connected before Aimee placed a hand on his chest and pushed away. Like that gesture would covered for what Carrie had just walked in on.
Sean felt his heart hammering away in his chest, so loud that he was sure everyone in the whole building could hear it. For once Sean Andrews wasn’t, cocky in control, witty, assholey, Sean Andrews. He was Sean Andrews whose life was going to be falling part in the next few hours. He was Sean Andrews who had now hurt the women he loved in secret, and would soon be hurting the women he married.
He couldn’t bare to look at Carrie ignoring her remark. He couldn’t bare to look at Aimee and she her hurt, to see her cry. So he looked at his shoes, like a little boy being caught stealing cookies. He hung his head as Carrie left the room, he wanted to run after her to b eg her not to tell. But he wasn’t able to move his legs, the connection was lost. His body barely felt like his own.
”Don’t.
His head snapped up. Aimee was standing with her arms out stretched like he was going to attack her. She was upset, as was he, and all he wanted to do was take her in his arms, and make it right. But that was what had gotten them into this problem to begin with. She was turning to leave, when he utter his own feeble attempt of protest.
“Aimee, please…”
But it was too late she was gone. Something inside of him dropped. He was an asshole. He wasn’t good enough for Aimee or for Cassandra. And now Aimee was going to leave him, and Cassandra would follow soon afterwards. Sean Andrews was going to be left alone. Something he couldn’t bare.
Sean stood alone in the empty room for a moment. Staring at the doorway, his shoes, the floor, anything to get his mind off of what had happen. To avoid thinking about himself, or Aimee. He was angry. He should have told Aimee that she was more to him then Cassandra had ever been. But it was too late for that now. He walked to the doorway and looked down the hallway that Aimee had went down. Wondering if he should follow her, fighting the urges to follow her. Until he finally turned and went down the other hallway, not really sure of his destination.
[WHoa. Drama and a half. I think we'd be best off with an Aftermath rp. -nodnod-]
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Post by Aimee Kensington on Sept 1, 2006 20:55:54 GMT -5
-Grins- This is so cool. I love drama. -Snuggles-
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