literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Aug 29, 2007 13:28:58 GMT -5
Name: Grace "Gracie" Schaeffer Age: 18 Occupation back home: deaf high-school student Appearance: Somewhat short, slender, appears fragile. Long-ish light brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles across her nose and cheeks. Smiles a lot. Nationality: American Residence: Nashville Skills: communicating via sign language, comforting people, building things Weaknesses/bad habits: Can't hear, trusts people too easily, is quite shy Frequent moods/expressions: Quiet and dreamy most of the time. When around people she knows/is comfortable with, she smiles a lot. Is really quite mellow. Reason for flight: On vacation with her aunt Item from wreckage: A blank notebook and pen so she can communicate with the other survivors
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
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Post by literaryfaery on Nov 27, 2007 15:17:33 GMT -5
Flashback triggered from here: abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?board=rpggame&action=display&thread=1191465745&page=6***Flashback*** Nashville, Tennessee January 1994 "And this is where we live," Auntie Ruth signed, walking backwards in front of Grace's wheelchair so that her niece could see what she was saying. The little girl, most of her left leg swallowed up by a blue cast, looked around in an emotionless manner that was far too disturbing for an eight-year-old. She had been like that since her first night in the hospital, when it had fallen to Ruth to tell her that Mommy and Daddy weren't coming back. Forcing a smile onto her face, Ruth spoke and signed at the same time. "Robbie, why don't you show Gracie her room?" she said aloud while her hands said "Honey, Robbie is going to show you your room, okay?"Grace nodded, briefly looking up at her eleven-year-old cousin as he pushed the wheelchair into a room that still smelled of fresh paint and fabric softener. All of her toys from home were there, but the pale yellow bedding was new. Her favorite books sat on unfamiliar shelves, and her clothes were hung neatly in a closet much larger than the one she was used to. It was a collection of comforting, familiar things in a new, unfamiliar setting. "Do you want to lay down for a while, until dinner's ready?" Robbie asked, already fluent in sign language though he'd only been learning for about a year and a half. When she shook her head negative, he frowned. "Do you want something to drink? A book to read? How am I supposed to help you if I don't know what you want?"She bit her lip, which in the past few seconds had begun to quiver, and signed very slowly. "I want to go home." No sooner had her hands finished forming the last sign than she finally began to cry, her first outward sign of emotion in the two weeks since the car crash. Robbie didn't ask this time; he simply picked her up and set her on the bed before clambering up next to her. "You can't, Gracie.""Why not? Why can't I go home? The house was big enough for Mommy and Daddy and me, it would be big enough for you and Auntie Ruth and me! I don't like it here, it's not the same. Why won't you take me home?""Because this is home now," was Robbie's simple answer before he let his little cousin fling her arms around his neck and soak his Power Rangers t-shirt with more tears than he knew it was possible for a tiny girl like her to hold.
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Willo
Found "Adam and Eve"
Interesting/Dangerousplg%%Willo, Mason, Walter, G, Maxine, Tom, Brooks%%
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Post by Willo on Nov 27, 2007 19:07:25 GMT -5
Awwwww..... poor little Gracie...
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Dec 29, 2007 16:45:28 GMT -5
FLASHBACK
May 27th, 2004 Nashville, TN
"Grace, Gracie! We have to go!" Robbie signed frantically, looking around for his keys before giving up and shoving his feet into the first pair of his shoes he could find.
"I know, I just can't find my other... never mind, I have it, let's go!" his eighteen-year-old cousin signed back, sliding her other shoe on and racing after him towards the door.
Behind them, the TV was still on, a reporter standing just past the police barricade of the bank that was being held up. The very bank where Ruth Schaeffer had told them she would be going not half an hour ago just before the robbery took place.
When they got there, a bit of shoving on Robbie's part got them to the front of the crowd pressing against the police barricade. Grace clung to her cousin's arm, watching wide-eyed as SWAT team members, cops, and other officials ran around in the cluster of cruisers and vans. Please let Aunt Ruth be okay, don't let her get hurt she begged silently of any higher power listening.
But of course, at that moment, one of the would-be thieves stepped out of the bank with a hostage in front of him, one arm around her shoulders as the other hand pressed a gun to her head. He was shouting something, and Robbie interpreted for her as though in a daze. "Clear everyone out of here and get us a car, and we leave without hurting anyone. But if anyone takes a step closer, so help me god I'll kill her."
Grace clutched her cousin's arm tighter, eyes fixated on her aunt and the gun at her head as though there was nothing else in the world. Tears blurred her vision and her knuckles were white -- Robbie would have some hellacious bruises on his arm later on.
From there, everything happened very quickly and slowly at once, like a bizarre dream. There was a sudden burst of red from the side of the thief's head and he crumpled to the ground, leaving Ruth free to run down the steps into the safe protection of the police. The SWAT team moved in and brought out the other thief, who had surrendered. Robbie pulled her through the barricade, and the two of them raced towards the ambulance where Ruth was having a split lip and bruise on her jaw looked at. And then a man showed up, a sniper rifle in one hand, with an FBI bulletproof vest over his button-up shirt and slacks.
He was asking something, and out of habit Robbie interpreted for Grace. "He wants to make sure Mom's okay. Says he was the sniper who took care of the guy with the gun to her head."
"Tell him... god, I don't even know what to say. Just thank him for me, will you? He saved my aunt's life and kept me from losing any more family. I couldn't possibly ever repay him for that," Grace signed to Robbie, though she was looking at the FBI sniper. Taller than her but not freakishly so, well-dressed beneath all the FBI stuff, and not too hard on the eyes. Hmm.
Robbie clearly didn't like what the man said next, judging from the look he gave him, but he interpreted anyway. "I was just doing my job, miss, but if you'd like to try your hand at repaying me for it, you could meet me for coffee tomorrow."
The look on Robbie's face made it clear he did not approve of his baby cousin agreeing to dates with strangers, FBI agents or not. Of course that was enough to seal the deal for Grace, and she smiled brightly at the man. "I would be glad to. You got a phone number I can call and a name I can attach to it, or do I just show up at a random coffeeshop at a random time and look for the bulletproof vest?" she replied, the flirtatious words and smile partially to rile Robbie and partially because the guy was cute. Either way it was fun.
"More than happy to provide both." Borrowing a pen and a post-it from one of the EMTs, the agent wrote his name and phone number down for her. After handing it to her, he added "And do I get to know your name, too?" Though again, it was clear Robbie hated what he was interpreting for her.
Grace glanced down at the post-it before tucking it into her pocket. "Grace Schaeffer. I'll call you tomorrow, Agent Cutler Freeman." With that, she turned to help Ruth to her feet and followed her aunt and cousin back towards their apartment, casting a last glance over her shoulder at the FBI agent as she left.
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Post by Severin on Dec 29, 2007 16:50:36 GMT -5
Frace is so canon.
Fantastic flashback, midear. #yourock5fm#
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literaryfaery
Just Shot a Polar Bear
plg%%Grace Schaeffer%%
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Post by literaryfaery on Jan 8, 2008 17:24:26 GMT -5
FLASHBACK (warning. Content is of a sexual material. If Frace bothers you or for some bizarre reason, implied sexings bother you, kindly leave now or I won't be held responsible for any mental trauma you may experience.)
June 19, 2004 Nashville, TN
Nothing went astray until her shirt was off and she was halfway through unbuttoning his. She still didn't suspect anything when he broke the kiss and leaned over for something from the end table. It just provided a wider expanse of neck to kiss, which she did so happily while continuing to fumble with the buttons of his shirt.
That was before he pushed her away --inasmuch as one could push away a girl on one's lap. He held up an open notebook, the one they'd been using earlier while they sat on the couch and ate takeout. "Grace, we can't do this," he'd written in a barely legible scrawl.
Grace pouted and snatched the notebook and pen from him. "What the hell, Cutler? You get me shirtless and on your lap and then you decide you can't do this? Why?"
"You're so young, Grace. Do you even know what you want here?" the FBI agent asked, trying to push her off his lap onto the couch.
Another pout as she staunchly resisted being pushed off, settling herself more comfortably astride his lap as she wrote her next response. "Of course I know what I want, and I know you want it too. And don't pull the age issue again; I'm legal and I'm old enough to know what I'm doing. Come on, Cutler. Don't be a spoilsport." When instead of writing another response, Cutler wrapped an arm around her waist and slid a hand around her neck to pull her into another kiss, Grace smiled triumphantly. She cast aside the notebook and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, sliding her hands down his chest.
(insert montage of assorted vague shots definitely suggesting sexings here)
The notebook had been lost somewhere on the way from the couch to the bedroom, but Grace didn't need written words or even signs to convey her absolute contentment. All that required was a smile and a kiss, both of which she gladly offered before tucking herself comfortably against Cutler's side. She was on the verge of falling asleep when something on the floor began lighting up.
With a disgruntled sigh, the girl leaned over her half-asleep companion and picked her cell phone up from the floor where it had fallen. "New message from Robbie," it proclaimed in bold blue font. "Where are you? It's 3 a.m.!
Grace shook her head and quickly typed a reply, hitting the send button and dropping the phone carelessly back to the floor. "None of your business. I can do what I want, and I'm busy right now." Her movements woke Cutler from his doze, and he raised his head with a questioning look. A simple movement of her hand in her cousin's namesign -- in the weeks they'd been seeing each other, Cutler had picked up a few of the signs she used the most -- and then a dismissive shrug was all the explanation Grace felt was needed. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that her cousin was more than a little bit overprotective of the baby cousin who was practically his sister.
But her overprotective older cousin wasn't here. Another smug, triumphant smile flitted across Grace's face as she scooted up to kiss her new lover. The phone lit up again, but she was too busy by then to pay it any mind. Robbie could just sit there and stew in his overprotectiveness, because Grace didn't plan on going home anytime soon.
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