Emma Miller

Raised her voice

[liabbe]

ooc | Lia & Emma

So headcannon that when Emma wants to leave, Lia is her bodyguard. ;D

[emmambbe]

HEADCANON ACCEPTED and I feel like Emma is like, "I really don't think this is necessary..." (at least in the beginning HAHAHAHA) and like at least tries to make conversation with Lia and I just?????? And probs is like, "Wow, how did you ever deal with Sonny?????" on the dl tbh hahahah

[alekbbe]

ooc | Alek & Emma

[alekbbe]

HAHAA BUT NOT THERE ACTUALLY IS ??? Like he doesn’t trust her at all and if someone dies by like poisoning or something HE’S LOOK AT YOU, KID. ( Especially if it’s like the Don since she is his nurse haha ). Also it’s funny b/c his words actually are poison and Emma’s like the only one in the entire household to see that. If she ever said that he’d kinda smile creepily and then be like ahaha okay well I have to get rid of you, obviously …. SO BFFS FOR LIFE RIGHT HERE 

[emmambbe]

CRYING BC SOMEONE WILL PROBS BE POISONED AT THIS RATE. And Alek will probs throw her out of a window Jaime Lannister (omg the things i do for the morettis AM I LAUGHING AM I CRYING) style or something jk jk BUT THIS WONT END WELL. I feel like Emma will def ~stand up to him at some point (bc that's kinda her she gets pushed and pushed until she just snaps)...and she'll probs promptly disappear without a trace tbqh. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH his creepy smiles are def things Emma does not want or need to see ok PUT THAT AWAY ALEK YOUR SMILES WERE ALREADY CReEPy ENOUGH -Emma Miller's epitaph probs

[sonnybbe]

Summer Nights || Sonny & Emma

With a long, loud sigh, Sonny reclined in his father’s favorite chair. He rubbed his eyes and leaned back, his fingers locking behind his head as he stretched. He rubbed his eyes and checked his watch.

2:08 am. Of course.

Since his father’s heart attack, which had finally made Sonny underboss, he had been putting in more hours than he could count. He did the things that needed to be done and, most of all, worked to prove himself. He would be his father’s successor. He was ready. He just, apparently, needed to prove himself to the rest of the family. Just that thought alone often made his eyes blaze. They didn’t trust him. None of them. Why?

He pushed those thoughts away and threw the stack of papers he’d been nursing onto the couch. They landed with a thunk and scattered but Sonny was too exhausted to care. His hands moving to brace on the twin arms, he pushed out of the chair and strolled across the room.

Leaving his father’s office, he walked down the long hall, rubbing his face as he went and trying to coax his eyes into focusing again. After reading for so long, they were starting to cross and although he could feel the exhaustion in his bones, he knew he could not sleep. Not for many hours. As long as the night stretched on, he would be left to face it.

This was the insomnia’s curse.

Sonny’s hand moved to his head and he scratched a place on the left side before running his hand through it, fluffing the loose strands. As he was doing this, he rounded the corner, walking straight into the kitchen and heading for refridgerator without a moment’s hesitation.

But, then, he spotted the figure and stopped short.

This wasn’t unusual. Not really. The house of the Don had always served as Grand Central Station for the family with people coming and going at all hours. Sonny just hadn’t expected to find anyone in his kitchen in the middle of the night.

She had her back to him and, slowly, his hand dropped to his side. “Oh, sorry. I thought everyone had already gone to bed,” he said as she turned. He had already begun, with his left arm, to gesture toward the office and, with his right, he tugged at his white tshirt which clung to his chest in the hot night.

But as she turned, both hands dropped and his brow knit in either confusion or concern. His brain wasn’t working well enough to determine which.

"Emma. What are you doing up so late?"

[emmambbe]

The first thing she was aware of was a hot breeze hitting her face. Paper rattled against her cheek, struggling against the weight of her head in the breeze. Emma's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness with some surprise. She hadn't realized she was asleep at all, little less that the sun had slid below the horizon in that time. A low moan escaped her as Emma reached up to rub her forehead, a superficial effort to find her equilibrium. "What time is it?" she muttered to an empty room. Sitting up, she realized she was bent over her desk, where she'd been pouring over the Don's medications. Chocolate curls stirred softly in the zephyr stealing through. She'd opened her window to allow a breeze through, she recalled foggily, but the warm night had turned hot. Emma found her feet, straightening out of her seat to find her body stiff. Laughing softly to herself, her eyes flick towards the clock, a gasp escaping her. "How can it be 2am?" she asked the air. Wherever she went, since Alek Nielsen had traipsed back into New York City, Emma had felt the constant sensation prickling down her back of being watched. Now - for the first time - Emma realized it was gone. Exhaling a free breath, she hurried to shut the window before making her way to the door. The doorknob felt cool under her fingertips, turning with a heavy click as the door swung open. Emma peered out into the corridor, scanning it for any unwanted intruders. (Of course, she didn't always see Alek as it was, but it was worth checking.) She did not feel any eyes on her. A feeling of liberation washed over her. It wasn't that she had anything to hide, but the sense of being surveilled made her anxious. She felt like a lab rat, being studied for any signs of defection rather than a human being. Now, though, the oppression of it seemed to slither from her shoulders like a heavy wool cloak without any tethers. Darting out into the corridor, she followed it as it snaked around the house. Her stroll was aimless at first, but as she continued, she realized she was quite hungry. The demands of her stomach began to outweight the concerns of her mind. Like everything else in the house, the Moretti kitchens were sprawling and luxurious, boasting a whole array of state of the art ovens and stove tops and, frankly, contraptions Emma couldn't even identify. It seemed to Emma that, despite however many times she had wandered in and out of here before, she was seeing the place for the first time: free of the belabored cooks and scullery assistants who usually ate up all the available space here. Work spaces lined every wall and sprouted in vast islands in the center. The floor space itself extended endlessly and a bank of appliances hummed against the walls. Emma shook her head, a slow grin covering her face as a kind of bemusement struck her. There could be no denying the Morettis loved their food. Emma, however, wasn't looking for anything extravagant and decided to make herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich - provided she could find the necessary ingredients harbored somewhere in this labyrinthine kitchen. Shrugging, Emma decided to consult, first, the bread box. Twenty thousand different types of bread awaited her curious gaze. Despite herself, a dry laugh escaped her as she reminded herself this ought not to have surprised her. Hearing a voice, Emma turned quickly towards it. She felt as if she'd been caught red-handed at something devious, like a child snitching part of a cooling pie before it was ready. These concerns vanished from her mind, however, when she spotted Sonny. Suppressing an irritated sigh, she turned back towards the bread. She knew it wasn't really reasonable for her to be angry. Afterall, she was disposable to him and, more to the point, she was relatively certain he'd been intoxicated at the anniversary party. More than that, however, his father had suffered a heart attack in front of him and that, in itself, had a way of changing things. Still, being caught in the middle of the night alone with him wasn't exactly Emma's ideal situation. Nevertheless, she disposed herself to be pleasant or, at least, civil. The facts of their situation had a way of breaking down more conventional barriers. "I was just," Emma allowed herself a bemused smile as she sought to explain herself, as if she were doing something wrong. "Looking for some bread...for a sandwich." Despite herself, she laughed softly at her own antics and gestured dramatically - poking fun at herself - towards the open bread box. "Truth be told, I didn't know that it was actually possible to fit this amount of bread in a container of this size." And now she was simply being awkward. Emma brushed some hair behind her ear and turned back towards the box. She pulled out the two closest loaves for inspection before answering his question. "I, um, I guess I fell asleep while I was reviewing some of your father's charts," she answered with a shrug, casting a quick glance over her shoulder. "I woke up and was hungry...You?"

[tomhazeldine]

[emmambbe]

OOC | Emma & Franco

I think we chatted v briefly about these two but I don't remember exactly what we said? Whatever it was, I feel like it was yet another factor in Emma's life to make her un comfortable hahaha like I think maybe he was hitting on her or something idk?????? Do you remember?

[violettabbe]

ooc | Vi & Emma

Okay, but how would these two survive without each other?? ;DD (well, survive emotionally. Their trip that lands them in Boston may physically kill them but okay ;D)

[emmambbe]

At least they'll be together in death??????? ;DDDDDD No, but they legit would not, esp with Alek ~lurking about. Like I feel like 90% of what they do is shoot each other looks when they're talking to the Morettis like they're on the office and the other person is the camera like idek. HAHAHAHAHAHA And like Emma's just like, "This isn't how you grew up, is it??????"

[mikebbe]

ooc | Mike & Emma

Okay, so we talked about these two a bit?? And basically, I think Mike’s the Moretti who most understands how weird their life is/how out of her depth Emma probs is with this life and he’s probably constantly going out of his way to kinda try to make her feel more at home?? He’s probs also aware of her situation to the point that he knows that she’s kinda there to repay a favor on her father’s behalf and yeah. Anyway, I feel like he’d be like “haha ignore my mom??? like she’s just super eager to have grandkids ????” And kinda shoot her a look whenever it comes up for either of them b/c I feel like that happens often and yeah. 

[emmambbe]

OMG yes. As you know, Emma would just be like Thank God for you, basically. HAHAH Bc yeahhh she def doesn't feel that at home but having someone to buffer/laugh over it with def makes things waaaaay better. And I can see Mike and Vi and Emma all kinda hanging out occasionally and just like...avoiding Alek ;DDDDDDD jk jk No, but I think she'd def be Team Mike - not that anyone's gonna ask her who the successor should be. HAHAHAHAH

[alekbbe]

ooc | Alek & Emma

~alek doesn’t like you. 

[emmambbe]

Well, that's too bad bc Emma just adores those awk moments when she thinks she's alone and then suddenly there's this voice from the shadows...No, but actual dialogue includes: YOUR WORDS ARE POISON *shifty eyes* Emma would legit feel 700000000% safer if Alek didn't exist ngl HAHAHAHA Not that I blame her, there's basically every chance in this rp that Alek will actually brutally murder her???????

[emmambbe]

You Better Let Young Isaac Go

Full Name: Emma Miller Age/Birthday: 28 Class/Occupation: nurse Hometown: Maine Relationships: Don Alfonso Moretti (patient), Franco Moretti, Sonny Moretti, Tony Moretti, Mike Moretti, Elena Moretti (employers), Violetta Coppola, Adam Cassidy (housemates) Why are they participating in (premise/event)? Emma supposes she’s meant to be the repayment for a favor, but she sees herself as simply continuing her life vocation: to help people in need. Emma is a nurse for the plain and simple reason that she’s always wanted to do something with her life, give a little more. People always need someone looking out for them, especially in a system that becomes too easily a mere employment opportunity while lives literally depend on it. Emma wants to be that person. She’s conscientious and caring and, Don or not, Alfonso Moretti isn’t a bad person and, now, he needs help just like any other, but he doesn’t have the luxury of being able to go to a hospital like others, given the nature of his position. Emma, however, is quite capable of coming to him. As far as the war goes, Emma doesn’t see why this can’t be resolved in a better way. The Morettis didn’t mean to kill poor Mrs. Connoghan and, while she can see where the Connoghans are quite upset, it seems to her the Morettis have lost nothing in this mess and ought to seek some peaceful resolution. It doesn’t seem to her gang war can ever end well for either side, but that’s exactly the sort of thought she knows its best to keep to herself: no one ever asked her and she knows well enough that, if she steps out of line, it won’t end well for her. Still, if anyone ever does ask or it gets much worse, she knows well enough what she’s going to say. What was their childhood like? Emma mostly sough solace in her friends and more distant relations, during childhood, than her own parents. An only child, Emma was the result of a whirlwind romance. Emma’s half-Italian mother, Gabriella, was extremely passionate and her father, Arnold, saw a wealthy woman with good connections and a good bit of beauty (what else he might have seen was never particularly clear to Emma – she still isn’t sure if he ever truly loved her mother or not). In any case, they were married after only three months of having known each other and nine months later, welcomed Emma. Almost from the start of her life, the fighting began and, once begun, it never ended. Fortunately, Emma’s mother had a wonderful sister, Evelina, whose children were already old enough to have moved out and into the world; a woman who was not insensitive to Emma’s sad position and often took pity on her, coming to take her away for weeks at a time. Her aunt was quite bohemian in lifestyle and, given her own wealth (her family, afterall, being distantly connected to the Morettis), took Emma on trips all over the world to buy art and see performances, learn languages, try exotic food, hear new music…Emma adored her aunt, adored their trips, and in a way, saw her aunt as more of a true parent than either of the people who had brought her into the world. Nonetheless, her aunt was a good bit older than those parents and her health was deteriorating. When Emma was a teenager, her aunt became seriously ill and Emma was at her side through it all, since her children were, themselves, in distant parts of the world and unable to get there in time. The illness took her quickly and allowed to see how the health system truly worked: often like a mill, rather than a true facility for the good of people. She wondered if her aunt couldn’t have been saved if perhaps someone who knew medicine had just paid a little more attention, Emma herself having caught things the doctors missed. It was this that first inspired her to go into medicine. Meanwhile, her parents were living out their own drama. Her mother, Gabriella, naturally came to the funeral of her sister and, in her histrionics, managed to pass out during it. Afterwards, she informed Emma that she and Emma’s father, Arnold, were separating. Because she was Catholic, she did not believe in divorce, but she informed Emma that the split was nevertheless quite concrete. In a phone call that night, Dick informed her that he had different ideas, “Honey, don’t be upset. We’re just working on our marriage…separately. I know I can get her back with your help, eh?” Also contrary to her father’s beliefs, Emma was far less upset about all this than she was about the fact that her beloved aunt had just died, a fact her father seemed to have forgotten, even though his pretext for calling had been to comfort her. Emma spent the rest of her childhood split between her mother in Maine, and her father in New York and, in all honesty, was terribly relieved when she got to move away to school, where she spent years working to become a nurse, a move both her parents disapproved of, both hoping she would go into her father’s family business or “If you must go into such a profession, dear, you might at least become a doctor. They make so much more you know, darling.” This, however, only assured Emma that her goal must be the correct one, especially when her father got arrested for embezzling in that very business he’d intended for his only daughter to take over when he retired. What were they like as a child? Emma was a very eager child. She wanted to do everything, to see everything, to know everything. Mostly, though, she wanted to escape. Emma had inherited some modicum of her mother’s Italian passions but also her father’s shrewdness. She certainly had a temper of her own, but she was much better at keeping it in check than either parent and mostly regarded both with a kind of disdain. Her paternal grandfather had been an inventor (the foundation of her father’s family business) and as a little child, she would trail through his house and look at all his strange inventions. It was her grandfather, however, who assured her that she should never become involved in the family business. Though he died when Emma was eleven, Roger Miller was a kindly man with a soft spot for his clever granddaughter with her endearing admiration for him. He would often sit and talk with her and explain how things worked. Granted, many of his inventions were odd and impractical but a few had taken off. Eccentric as he was, her grandfather had told her young that she would outlive the purpose of any of those strange inventions (which didn’t prevent her from keeping a few of the odder ones, after he passed away, to help remember him by). What he didn’t say was that this was the very cause for which her father had initially pursued her mother: they needed her money. In any case, Emma exercised her mind and her own personality more outside her own home, with her bohemian aunt or her eccentric grandfather, with her assortment of little friends at school, with her understanding teacher than with her parents. Certainly both her parents loved her: she never doubted that. But they loved her in their own way, which consisted primarily of benign neglect, and they loved her less than they loved arguing with each other. She knew that much, too. Even as a little child, Emma was always the most sensible person in her immediate family and she always looked out for her parents, whose worlds were too topsy-turvy to allow them to do it, themselves. She didn’t mind that much, however, she liked having the diversion for the most part, though, admittedly, as she grew older, she began to tire of their antics and by the time she was in college and her father was arrested, she couldn’t find it in herself to care. And now? Emma may have a bit of cynicism in her, courtesy of her parents, but mostly she remains an idealist, an idea invested in her by her grandfather and her aunt from a young age. She wants to help people, to do the right thing (to set herself apart from her parents), to be the best person that she can be. She’s not afraid to fight for these things, but she also has enough sense to know when to keep her ideas to herself – as long as her temper hasn’t been engaged. Generally, Emma is very matter-of-fact about things. She is very engaged in the things around her, amused, irritated, or fascinated, she loves to experience new things and explore and she doesn’t generally try to disguise what she’s feeling, unless it serves a greater purpose. Adventurous and curious, she doesn’t back down from a challenge, but she is not aggressive or unkind person, either. What do they like to do in their spare time? Emma is always up to something. Her brain is constantly active and, as a result, so is she – that is, up until recently. While she still finds things to occupy her time, her new status as glorified prisoner at the Moretti complex is making her rather stir-crazy. Emma enjoys exploring, trying a new recipe, reading a new book, meeting new people, watching a new movie, games, puzzles: anything that makes her think or teaches her something new, anything mentally stimulating. Emma wants to try things, to do things she’s never done, seen things she’s never seen. She yearns for the fresh to puzzle over, discover, understand, distract. She likes to be excited: it makes her feel alive. What makes them likable? Generally, Emma comes off as kind because she is. Often she comes off as lighthearted, because she prefers to greet the world with a big, weird smile. In any case, Emma loves to learn new things of any kind. She likes hearing people’s stories and opinions, she likes reading informative books, listening to the news, seeing new things – anything she can possibly learn, she will. She likes puzzles and figuring things out and is always questing for new information, which can make her a fun acquaintance: she likes to do things, especially if they’re new and different; especially if you’re as interested in learning as she is. She is also, as a result, quite a good listener and, due to her compassion, a great shoulder to cry on – particularly if you want results. What makes them unlikable? Emma’s brain can be rather frenetic: though her mind is certainly geared towards science, it still mulls over a half a dozen different stimuli at once which often has the effect of often making her seem abrupt and perhaps even mildly unhinged to the uninitiated observer. Despite this impression, she is actually quite stable and well prioritized. Additionally, Emma – though compassionate – is a very driven woman. If she decides she wants something, she will pursue it. While not generally a bitch, she’ll come right up to the line if the occasion calls for it. She’ll cross that line if she feels someone is mistreating another. Emma views herself as a defender of the weak, knowing she wouldn’t have made it far without someone else looking out for her, and hates to see others struggling. All in all, she can come off as erratic and pushy to an observer without the proper background on what’s going on. That being said, on the other side of the scale, she can appear silly and ridiculous as she deals very poorly with her own emotions, not ever really having had any ‘normal’ examples of human behavior and sometimes has trouble properly expressing herself. Generally, she is good natured about this and corrects herself quickly, but when frustrated or angry, an explanation is rarely forthcoming, at least immediately. She is, however, usually quick with an apology, if she’s in the wrong, once things have blown over. What motivates them? Altogether, Emma is a rather impulsive being. She sees something happening: she reactions. That being said, Emma doesn’t usually cross the line into being rash: she has greater presence of mind than that. Nevertheless, Emma definitely has her own idea of what she wants. What are their afraid of? More than anything, Emma fears becoming like her parents: selfish, paranoid, dramatic, sneaky. As a result, she throws herself all the more into her own natural altruism, even when she doesn’t really feel it. She tells herself if she just keeps pushing harder to help others, she’ll save herself…The irony of this is, of course, that she sometimes helps others for selfish reasons as a result, but she has never stopped to think of this and, fortunately, her instincts are perhaps better than her brain: she doesn’t always stop to think that she should help, most of the time: she simply does. Emma is quicker to stand up for others than for herself, but she isn’t usually a pushover (truth be told, however, she can be on certain subjects). In general, however, her own natural empathy coupled with her desperation to never fall into some egotistical pit generally prevent this, which Emma believes to be all to the good. How do they feel about love? Emma absolutely believes in love. She believes in soulmates, in marriage, in true love – she also thinks that her lover probably got hit by a bus. When Emma falls, she falls hard, and so far, none of her relationships have worked out. That doesn’t mean her heart’s closed (unless your name is Sontino Moretti, in which case you can forget it), it simply means she isn’t looking around the corner for her soulmate to come sweep her off her feet (though she would welcome that with open arms). Their family, if had? Emma’s family is, admittedly, a sore subject. The ones she liked have passed away and the only ones left, well, she loves them of course, but she’s not altogether sure she likes them at all. Emma’s father is an embezzling douchebag who wants to sell her to the Morettis and her mother is a flighty drama queen. Emma has essentially nothing in common with either parent, though she can silently understand them to some extent: she can simply never agree with them. That doesn’t stop her from cherishing some fond memories and of course that faint desire born in the heart of every unhappy child that maybe it could have worked out differently. Emma can certainly be sentimental, if the occasional calls for it. Death? Like many of the people around her, Emma has known loss, but she isn’t afraid of it. To her, it’s a natural part of life and, when the time comes, it’s a new adventure to face. Emma, afterall, has always loved learning and she tells herself she’ll have a great deal to explore on “the other side.” Not that she particularly enjoys the notion of dying or loosing – but she acknowledges it’s necessity and the fact that it’s a natural part of life. Afterall, she can think of little more depressing than living forever: everyone else will die, eventually and she’d rather go find them in the next world than miss them forever in this one. Death is inevitable and, therefore, nothing to fear. Talents/Skills: Aside from the extremely useful skill sets that go along with being an RN, Emma speaks multiple languages (admittedly, she’s only truly fluent in English and Italian, but she can get along in French and Spanish, as well). Emma’s brain is wired quite well and aside from sheer intelligence, she has a very scientific way of thinking. Granted, much of this goes out of the window when quite flustered and she has no talent whatsoever for the humanities, but in her element, no one can touch her. Romantic History: Emma has been ‘in love’ a few times, but nothing has worked out. A few of them have lasted terribly. Unfortunately, Emma does not seem to have the git of being able to detatch herself and rejection ruins her. While she has managed to pick up the pieces again, each time, that doesn’t stop the effect from being what it is. Struggles: Portrayal: Natalie Portman

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Emma Miller (28) natalie portman relationships: Violetta Coppola (friend), Sonny Moretti (annoyance)

Emma’s father came to the Don a favor.

Several years ago, he came before the Don to ask him with help with his embezzling charges. 

Arnold Miller wasn’t Italian, himself, but his wife was half Italian and her connections were enough to get him an audience. 

The Don accepted, but of course he may come to him for a favor later. 

When the Don fell ill, his wife requested that Arnold’s daughter, Emma, be his in-home nurse. 

Mrs. Moretti had been great friends with Mrs. Miller and ever since Sonny has brought home his former stripper fiance, Mrs. Moretti has been eager to throw other more appropriate girls in Sonny’s way. 

Emma doesn’t mind her new job here — the Morettis are kind enough and she’s paid well — but she can’t help feeling like a prisoner and will be happy when they no longer need her services. 

She does mind Mrs. Moretti trying to throw her in the way of her eldest son, however. Especially since neither of them are particularly fond of each other already. 

Her father urges her to be more receptive. It is, after all, an honor that the Don should want her to be the wife of his heir, even though she’s only 1/4 Italian on her mother’s side. 

But Emma hates this talk that makes her sound like she can be bought to pay off her father’s debts. 

TAKEN BY KATE AA.