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Post by mirandaducharme on Oct 13, 2010 14:20:55 GMT -5
"Come with me."
"Sweetheart, I can't..." Miranda sat parked infront of the school, hands loosely holding on to the steering wheel. Shifting her body, she faced the pouting five year old in the car seat in the back. Juliet crossed her arms awkwardly over her chest, briefly catching one on the seatbelt that went across her chest. Bowing her head, her braided pigtails fell over her shoulders.
"Juliet.....Juliet look at mommy..." But the gentle pleading didn't work. The child shut her eyes tightly and tightened her arms. For a moment, the only sounds coming through the speakers was the softly playing 'Wiggles' CD that'd been playing to amuse the child. After a few seconds, there was a sudden weighted sigh as Miranda unbuckled her seatbelt and took her keys out of the ignition. Mumbling about breaking her neck, she twisted and turned her body to fit between the passenger and driver seat. Eventually, after much contorting, she squeezed into the back seat of the car, next to her daughter. The slightest giggle slipped out from the child's lips as she opened up one eye to peek at her mom through a tuft of red bangs.
"Hey," Miranda moved, wrapping her arms around the little girl. Unbuckling the seatbelt, one fluid motion pulled the child into her lap, securing her tightly in place with a bear hug despite the squirming that immediately started. Propping her chin ontop of Juliet's head, Miranda shut her eyes and smirked.
"If mommy went to school with you, Dax would want to go too...And then he'll eat everyone's lunches. And then y'know what we'll have to do?"
Silence followed for a couple of seconds before Juliet let out a little grunt of a response, still pouting and squirming in the hold of her mom.
"Then I'd have to cook for everyone....And y'know what I'd make? Broccoli!"
"Ew!" Juliet squealed, squirming more frantically. Her disapproving squeal eventually turned into a fit of giggles as Miranda's fingertips traveled over her sides, picking just the right ticklish spots. When she finally calmed down, the red-head reached for her tiny backpack. "Gotta go..."
"Mhm...." Miranda nodded, reaching over to open up the back door so the two of them could get out. Walking the child up to the front doors of the building, where a teacher assistant stood patiently, Miranda kneeled before the child.
"I'll make it up to you, 'kay? How about....Dax and I take you to school in the cop car? I'll let you turn on the lights..."
Well that was all she needed to hear! Instantly, Juliet's face lit up. Her arms wrapped tightly around Miranda's neck, squeezing for a few seconds. Pulling away, she bolted instantly towards the teacher's assistant, being lead to class shortly after, Miranda's voice following after her.
"No giving away your snack!"
That was an hour ago. Now, Miranda bounced around in the training room on her heels. She liked coming in after she dropped Juliet off at school, it was usually dead. At home, she could wear shorts with her only worry being Juliet asking about the discolored scar that branded her leg from thigh to knee. Here, she prevented the question from strangers by wearing capris that hit right at either knee. She'd started out in a sports jacket, zipped all the way up. Now, as she unleashed all hell on the defenseless punching bag before her, Miranda had long lost the jacket. Once it was shed, a dark racerback-styled sports bra contrasted against her pale skin.
Short black hair was clipped back in a butterfly clip, though some lone strands fell loose and framed her face. Streaming down her side, starting as just below the top and ending just about at her hip, black cursive stood out. 'Screw your courage to a sticking place and we'll not fail,' it read. About six inches above the small of her back, directly over her spine, a pink ribbon sat with a small pair of white wings expanding from either side. The third bout of ink rested on her waist, opposite the quote. The firefighter maltese cross, heavy with shading and vibrant in red and orange. To top off the modification on the toned form, a small silver barbell sat through the top part of her navel. Oh, the things people did when they were younger.
Short huffs of breath, laced with outcries of vented frustration, filled the air around her while she threw a constant array of punches into the flesh of the bag. For a few moments, she was lost in her own world, eventually stopping when her lungs and legs screamed for a break. Catching the bag, Miranda held it for a second to steady it. Finally, she pulled away, walking to the bottle of water she'd placed a few feet away and scooping it up quickly. Glancing around for any new faces, she paused before opening up the bottle and swallowing half of it in only a couple deep gulps.
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Post by aylenlopez on Oct 14, 2010 13:08:32 GMT -5
Aylen Lopez
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As punctual and as usual as always, Aylen walked into the Gym that morning to burn off some steam; she had a full bag of clothe and she was dressed formally in a skirt, high heel boots, a turtle neck sweater and a rain coat, with her hair loose when she walked in, raising the eyes of any that weren't used to see come at this hour, she waved a hand and gave a smile to her coach and ran as fast as her heels let her into the lockers, and less than anyone thought, she walked out a complete different person, jog pants, zipped jacket, a tight shirt underneath with running shoes and a pony tail, when she was by his side, she planted a kiss on his cheek and smiled
"Hi Charlie! Shall we start?"
"Always in a rush! Come and have a cup of coffee first!"
"You know the answer to that, you keep on insisting and I keep saying no to you, I keep telling you I'm not the one for you and, what do you do?"
He shook his head
"Not listening..."
"Charlie..."
"I mean it, one of this day, you'll say yes...and I'll have no grunge when that happens"
She sighed and shook her head scarcely, after her half an hour on the runner, she did some exercise on the abdominal area and then passed to the punching bags, next to her there was a woman that was hitting it like it was a real person, Aylen smiled, there were times when she imaged that same strategy, she started to punch it and after half an hour she saw the other woman stop, embrassing it for moments later to head for the bottle of water.
Aylen emulated her and headed for hers, she is not as friendly as some may think but there was no harm in some small talk
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Post by mirandaducharme on Oct 14, 2010 19:13:59 GMT -5
Shutting her eyes, Miranda focused on the cooling sensation the water left trickling down the inside of her throat. She'd tried working out at home before, but Juliet had just about broke her foot when she found Miranda's freeweights. Since then, she'd put her focus on jogging with Dax, keeping up with Juliet, and any sit-ups or push-ups she could manage in her free time. With Juliet now in school, Miranda had time to actually go out to work out. It relieved stress, kept her on her toes, but also kept her mind off of the fact that Juliet was actually in school...Not the little girl in diapers she always would be seen as.
The other voice started her, Miranda snapping open her eyes and staring at the woman for a few seconds. Pulling the water bottle away from her lips, she swallowed what was left in her mouth and slowly put it down. Now was the first time she'd noticed that there was, infact, other people around. Shifting her weight, sore arms lightly crossed over her lower stomach.
"Ex? No...Not really," she shook her head lightly. She'd never tried the technique before, though had the thought of Juliet's father crossed her mind, the bag would either worn up bleeding stuffing or soaked in tears. It all depended on the day. Shifting, she uncrossed her arms, reaching up to take out the hair clip and repull her hair back.
"Just keeping the blood flowing, showin' the boys at the station I can keep up with them," she offered a light smirk, followed by a shrug. Being small in stature, Miranda often looked even smaller in uniform with the belt overcrowding her hips. It'd made her laugh on countless occasions, even back when she was a volunteer firefighter, to out-do the boys in their tasks shortly after mocked.
"What about you?" She finally asked, giving another glance around. She often was left in her own world in the gym, and the sudden approach had her slightly on her toes. "Trying for a triathlon or something?"
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Post by aylenlopez on Oct 19, 2010 7:43:06 GMT -5
Aylen Lopez
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“Sucks to make others see that you are capable of doing things on your own and that you don’t need their help, doesn’t it?”
Aylen knew exactly what she was talking about, in the business of the night, especially when she first opened VERITAS, she was often teased about being a woman in a man’s world but she proved them wrong year after year, nightclubs have a life of no more than a year in Miami, VERITAS was going for its 5th anniversary and still kicking asses of its competition.
A triathlon?! She thought, now even likely, she like to keep in shape, she was NEVER not even on ounce fatter than what she looked like now, she had her mother to ‘thank’ for that, if she would’ve been like her dad’s family, she would’ve been screwed; they were all from chubby to right down fat. She loved them, there was no denying but the business she was in was unfortunally shallow and she would have never made it without good looks and great body.
“Nah, I like to keep in shape and it helps me focus, some of my greatest ideas came to me while working out!”
Taking her sweats shirt off, Aylen looked at the woman and hesitated for a few second but extended a hand
“Aylen Lopez”
While she was waiting for her response, Aylen just flashed a warm smile so the other woman could realize she was just being friendly and not a crazy chick from a gym or worst.
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Post by mirandaducharme on Oct 25, 2010 13:48:41 GMT -5
At the woman's little comment of capability, Miranda's head tilted to the side and her eyebrows furrowed just slightly. Well, that would be one way to put it. The comment sounded like it came from experience, though Miranda didn't ask. Reaching for her bottle of water again, Miranda held it in one hand and used her other to snatch up her jacket. Tossing the jacket over her shoulders, she glanced around slowly, taking in her surroundings. She'd refuse to admit it, but she was always on the job. Always alert, always keeping an eye out for the slightest thing that didn't look right. She never could fully enjoy her day, but that's the sacrifice made to keeping the rest of the town safe.
Oh, if only she knew what else resided out there.
"Yeah, I use it as my 'me' time. Always a nice break from life and people," She'd realized, just as the words left her mouth, how they could be interpreted. Her eyebrows raised just the slightest bit in mild shock to her own tone of anti-socialism, though Miranda didn't make a move to correct herself. If the woman was offended, so be it...she couldn't please everyone, and to be frank she was too tired to be groveling to correct herself. At the extended hand, Miranda hesitated only briefly before placing the water bottle in her left hand and grasping Aylen's. She gave it a firm squeeze and shake, something uncharacteristic by many young women whom were thought to have a gentle handshake.
"Miranda Ducharme," She said, offering a light smile in return. Glancing around again, she released Aylen's hand and turned back to the woman. "Is this place usually this dead?" She asked, brows raised just slightly. " I mean, I don't mind....I've been trying to find a place that isn't too busy," Smirking, she glanced down to herself, then back up to Aylen. "Kind of hard to be respected as a cop when people see you walking around like this, y'know?"
{OOC: Ahh! Sorry this sucks, I had a total brain fart x.x }
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Post by aylenlopez on Oct 28, 2010 3:27:13 GMT -5
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] The hand shake was tight, Aylen liked that, she was used to because of her work, most women barely squeezed and she found it insulting; the woman gave her name, Miranda, well both had South America names, though hers was more native than anything but at least they already had one thing more in common, one more thing to talk about if this conversation had nowhere to go.
When Miranda let her hand go Aylen followed her glance and smirk at her question
“Graveyard nights during pouring rain dead at this hour, perfect for me, all for ‘myself’; it’s a relief actually, I hate having to ‘fight’ for my turn on the walker”
Miranda had no idea of how much Aylen really understood her, she hated crowded places sometimes and less if she had to be parading around half naked like she was now, showing her body too much was something Aylen was not used to, she insinuated more than she showed and that was just fine with her, it was better actually.
“I know exactly what you mean, work in a man’s ‘territory’ always makes it hard as females to be respected, I own two night clubs and night clubs are male territory, you can relate to having to prove myself worthy of their respect”
Aylen smile slightly, thinking on how wrong she had proven all of them, bending a bit to put the bottle of water on the floor and heading to the sand bag again
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