Ayla Emmerson

." I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go. "

[aylaemmerson]

kaiyaeldridge :

Since getting back into town, it had been a whirlwind of getting back into contact with everyone she had left behind all those years ago. It felt like every day was someone new to run back into and that day was no different. Upon opening up the door to the diner, Kaiya had spotted Ayla there sitting alone. The Emmersons had always been a close knit bunch with the Eldridge family, their moms being friends and bringing the kids into it as well, so Kai had always maintained a good friendship with the bunch of them, Ayla included.

Whistling her service dog in with her, Kaiya headed over to the booth where Ayla was sitting, lifting a hand up in greeting. “I’m starting to think I can’t leave the house without running into at least one of you Emmersons somewhere,” she joked, flashing Ayla a grin. “It’s good to see you. Care for some company?” she asked, head bobbing towards one of the empty seats. “I ask as a formality, but you really can’t say no. We’ve got twelve years to catch up on and the brief family update from Angel just isn’t enough.” Plopping down in the seat across from Ayla at that point, Kaiya made herself comfortable, Roxie curling at her feet with a satisfied flop as well. “You look good, by the way. Total glow up.”

It took her a second or two to place the woman, but blinking a bit to clear the fuzz in her mind and her expression immediately lit up with recognition. 

“Yes! Yeah, please.” At the offering of Kaiya’s presence, she gleefully agreed, practically begging as if the other girl wasn’t already taking up a spot across from her. “I would never.” Ayla felt herself grin in return, minimizing her tabs, closing her laptop and pushing it to the side. The binder was plopped on top and she leaned forward taking Kaiya in with hearts for eyes. As if her smile could get any brighter, it shined ten fold at the compliment.

 “Well, fear not, I am here now, ready to answer any and all questions and fill you in on twelve years of hot, hot goss.” Now, this was preferred over being alone, over doing work on a day off and Ayla giggled happily at the new company. “But what about you. How have you been?” 

[aylaemmerson]

location: mcloughlin park, north star diner status: open

Ivelisse was at work and Dove in school, the house was empty and while Ayla would opt to go bother one of her siblings, she chose to go to her second most frequented spot. The diner was warm in comparison to the chill outside and she took comfort in the semi-permanent scent of breakfast and coffee. Her cup was half full and lukewarm, the food beside her untouched. She was gnawing on her lip instead, hunkered down in front of her laptop, glaring at the tab open on the screen. The words were beginning to blur together.

The case she had been given was from a few years ago and had only been given to her to fill in her free time, a fact she understood since the case had also gone cold a few years ago. Her boss had grown weary and slightly worried of her being constantly underfoot so Ayla was baited into taking it home. She sighed, glancing at the open binder with information on the case beside her laptop and then out the window she could see from her booth. It was raining pretty heavily, mist making it hard to see much of anything.

Another sigh. “Hm?” She felt a presence beside her and glanced up. “Oh, did you say something?” Her hand automatically moved to shut the binder.

“What’s up?”

[aylaemmerson]

zehrasyilmaz :

Her grin appears hidden by her companion’s hair as they exchange the hug, returning only to tug the fabric across her shoulders once the space between them expands. “God, am I glad to see you.” Her jaw softens, shoulders slack and relief expels from her; it was commonplace to feel comfortable in her friend’s company. “Please tell me I wasn’t interrupting anything important. I could’ve resorted to counting the bricks if you were busy.” Her own state of affairs could wait. It wasn’t too urgent, she thinks. If you were to ignore the creeping sensation of cold, hunger and the ever-slow loss of will. “Well, it won’t go quite to waste,” she responds, threading her arm around Ayla’s to escort her towards the nearest dessert spot. “I want ice cream.”

“Nothing that can’t be put off till tomorrow--” Ayla waved her friend’s concern away, easing into step with Zehra. “seriously, just a documentary and a case file that I have been staring at for way too long.” 

It was her tendency to get lost in her work and if not for her dislike of being alone, she would probably seldom be seen outside her room or the precinct. She studied her friend beside her for a moment before her attention returned to the scenery around them. “How are you feeling?”

[aylaemmerson]

angel-emmerson :

Location: Farmers Market or literally any supermarket parking lot 

Tagging: @redwoodstarter​

Since his little incident, Angel had tried to stay inside as much as he could, cancelling his sessions for the week so he could stay on his couch and try to heal physically and emotionally. It was a hard task but his therapist and his moms were being really supportive. Still, he felt like he had been going a little crazy staying inside for so long and he wanted to get something fresh to at least make himself a decent meal. He was starting to have the same diet as Brady and he was sure his body wouldn’t withstand it. But he had overestimated just how sore his arms and sides still were from the fight and as he stepped out into the parking lot, one of his bags started slipping from his arms and he let out a yell before it all fell, hanging his head in disappointment. He took a deep breath and tried to swallow back his anger, instead doing his best to bend down and pick it all up despite the pain. “Hey you mind giving me a hand? My ribs are killing me right now man and that tomato paste can is fucking taunting to me right now rolling away so far.”

Ayla had forgotten her grocery list earlier so this was technically her second trip out to the market, her hand dandy list in hand. Thankfully her memory was better than she thought it was because she was only missing ginger and baby bok choy. She heard something hit the ground and then a yell and looked over to see someone struggling. Oh dear. She automatically bent to pick up the can and it rolled past, her fingers just centimeters short of it. She looked back at the person again. Wait. “...Angel!”

“Hold on! Don’t pick--” She twisted to see the runaway can and moved her foot forward and mistakenly kicked it away from herself in her panic to pick it up because he was hurt and he really shouldn’t be pushing himself. She caught the can before it could go much further and returned to him, bending down to assist. Thankfully she’d brought reusable bags and she started stuffing one with his stuff. “Tired of being stuck inside, I presume?” She was a fantastic detective, honestly she should have been promoted years ago.

[aylaemmerson]

zehrasyilmaz :

LOCATION: outside (screen queenl) STATUS: available

Tugging the loose fabric around her shoulders, Zehra exchanges weight from one foot to the other in hopes of gaining some semblance of warmth; the goosebumps scattered across her slender arms a clear sign of failure. Over half an hour had passed - thirty-two, to be precise - and still she remained within the same spot, passing glances between strangers who once and would soon occupy the movie theatre. None of whom revealed themselves to be the expected Tinder date. With all hope dwindling, she pulls her phone from her back pocket to observe several notifications - no mention of an apologetic cancellation.                “Gone are the days where people actually apologise for standing you up,” she expels a breath of disappointment, addressing whoever opts to offer a single thread of sympathy. “Get back on the horse they say. Well, this horse can frankly fuck off.”

“I’m here!” Ayla slowed from her jogging pace, heels clacking noisily across the ground until she closed the distance between them with a few steps. She gave Zehra a brief hug in greeting, a little out of breath. There wasn’t much on her plate for the evening besides going over a case file and starting her weekend living vicariously through live updates from Zehra. So when her date hadn’t shown up on the agreed upon time, Ayla was already halfway ready to get to through the door. It hadn’t been a long drive, but she was impatient to rescue her friend-- hence the running. 

“Came as soon as you messaged. Wow, you look amazing-- what the fuck? That knob head.” She grumbled plainly, shaking her head and cursing the existence of the man who had stood her best friend up. “Waste of a perfectly good outfit.” 

[aylaemmerson]

wanted connections/plots

ayla’s about

> connections <

general: pretty much friendly to every and all people who don’t warrant her suspicion. knows each other by name but not really all that close.

childhood friends: ayla was born & raised in redwood bay so it could be friends that extend from middle school days and maybe they aren’t as in touch or in each other’s lives as they once were.

closest friends, basically family: extremely close friends good with how clingy ayla can be, these can overlap or not with childhood friends.

work partner: did they go through officer school together? or maybe they met and bonded over a case they worked together. either way they’d choose each other for stakeouts any day.

mentor: someone she looks up to. perhaps a top detective? or maybe a private investigator who teaches her tricks of the trade.

> plots <

ah jesus let’s see... 

* ayla likes parkour & being taught new things so maybe a character that takes her under their wing in learning something they know? * oh, how about...anything to do with her work as a detective, she’s a rookie, but she’s got gumption. * i shall think up more or hmu if you’ve got something.

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