SHE/HER. Hey, is that PASCALE HUTTON, no that is just EMERY "EMMIE" SANDERS around Turtle Bay. I heard they are 39 years old, and their birthday is MAY 10TH, 1987. They rest their heads in the COUNTRYSIDE but they can mainly be found working as SANDERS RANCH HAND & DRESSAGE INSTRUCTOR in the COUNTRYSIDE. Some say they are PATIENT, ORGANIZED, FAMILY-ORIENTED and can be STUBBORN, SELF-CENTERED, NOSEY. I hear they are NATIVE either way Turtle Bay is home and welcomes you!
Full Name: Emery “Emmie” Sanders
Age: 38
Birthday: May 10th 1987
Birthplace: Turtle Bay, South Carolina
Gender: cisfemale
Pronouns: she/her
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Status: native
Housing Area: Countryside
Occupation: Sanders Ranch hand / Dressage instructor
Family:
William Sanders (brother); Dakota Sanders (sister); Vivian Sanders-Everett, Freya Sanders, Amelia Sanders, Grace Sanders (nieces); Oliver Sanders, Christopher Sanders, Wyatt Sanders (nephews);
Relationship Status: single
Faceclaim: Pascale Hutton
Bio:
Emery grew up carrying the Sanders name like a badge of honor. In high school that meant popularity as well as opportunity. Theather quickly became part of her life. Being able to give back by making others smile, laugh, cry, and giving them a space to escape real-life troubles? That’s how she felt when she was on a horse. Free. Emmie stayed in Turtle Bay for undergrad, working at the family ranch. When her brother William died, Sanders Ranch was the last place she wanted to be, so Emery took off to California to become an actress. Her time in front of the camera was short-lived, her knowledge of horses made her more valuable behind it.
She trained horses for a decade before she saw the art of dressage. It reignited Emery’s love for her roots. Leaving California, Emmie went home. She has been helping as a ranch hand ever since, working and caring for the horses. Dressage instructor being her newest title, after some major convincing.
Amelia sighed a little bit, looking over the paperwork in front of her. She was making sure everything was in order. They had the Mother's Day event coming up and the Founding Families Event as well. Which made every detail count within what she had to do for the ranch. Hearing a knock, she glanced up and seen her aunt, giving her a small smile. "Hey you. What is my favorite aunt up too?"
"Hey you," Emmie returned the greeting with a big smile. "I was looking for you. I have my receipts from the dry cleaners. Plus I have an idea. You of course can tell me if it isn't something helpful." The door clicked closed seconds after Emmie started walking over to the desk. She sat on the edge of one of the seats across from Amelia. "A binder system. Everyone gets their own, plastic sleeves to hold everything. So like my receipts from the other day, any equipment I buy."
Lucas had came there with Vivian, he didn't mind coming there for a nice little Mother's Day celebration and besides it was at the family ranch. And he knew how much his wife loved her family. But he had been going after one of the little ones when he bumped into the other woman. "I am so sorry for scaring you." He stated with a small smile. "One of the littles just slipped away now." He chuckled lightly, shaking his head a little bit. "I think that Vivian is around here somewhere."
"Ahhh," Emmie said in a quieter tone when he mentioned Landon and Karri. A softer smile formed as she looked around the barn. Green and blue flashing lights bounced off the ground from behind an empty stall wall. She took a few soft steps towards the lights, pointing in the same direction. "Let me help you look." The blonde crunched dirt under her boots and walked across the barn, making sure she was in Landon's line of sight. She spun around quickly, giggling when Landon's eyes bugged from his head.
She ran over to him and scooped him into her arms, "rrooaarr! I got you!" Emmie kept giggling as she carried her nephew over to Lucas. "Here is your precious cargo."
Jin blinked. He hadn’t thought about his position in the barn as anything other than ‘I need a five minute breather away from people’. He had figured it would be creepier if he stood far away from everyone and just watched the crowd rather than go somewhere out of sight. He didn’t really know anyone at the party, which was why he had pushed himself to go when he saw the open invitation. He wanted to get to know the people of the town he had moved into after all. “No one put me up to anything,” he promised, “besides, I’d be a terrible spy. I’ve just been standing here, disassociating.” He glanced around the barn briefly as if to illustrate how unstrategic his position actually was.
Jin looked back to Emmie. He had noticed her earlier. It had, frankly, been hard not to when she’d been moving through the party like it ran on her personally. Which, he supposed, it did. “You’re the hostess, right?” It wasn’t really a question. “How is it going from your end? And why are you hiding in the barn?” He gave her a playful smile.
The blonde nodded once, the movement barely noticeable. Her hostess smile softened and took a step closer with a hand outstretched. "Emmie Sanders. - I think it's going very well. Everyone looks to be enjoying themselves, no drama or unwanted guests." Emmie took a drink, chuckling with full cheeks. "Mmm. Needed a minute, walking around like this?" She smiled again, big and toothy. It had been dubbed her hostess smile when she lived in LA, "for an hour and a half? My cheeks are killing me."
Jin had not meant to startle anyone. He had actually slipped into the barn to avoid exactly that, and to breathe for a moment. He had wanted to not be a nuisance, and here he was being one. Jin took a small step back, giving her space, his drink still in his hand. He’d been leaning against a pole in the dark, doing absolutely nothing, which, in retrospect, probably made this a lot worse. “I’m so sorry,” he said and meant it. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just needed a minute.” He glanced past her towards the door, the muffled sound of the party carrying through. “There are a lot of people out there, and as lovely as that is, you know,” he gestured vaguely He didn’t really know how to end that sentence, so he took a sip of his drink instead.
Her dark eyebrows shot up, "no? Scaring people is a pretty big component of the dark." Emmie quickly put her hostest smile back on, following Jin's gaze out of her peripheral vision. She nodded with a light chuckle. "That's a party! - Did someone put you up to this? Hide in my barn, watch how my party goes, then report back?"
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Sanders Ranch Mother's Day event
Emmie moved like a bride down the aisle, every few steps she greeted guests with a warm smile and a 'thanks for coming.' She threw up her hand in a wave a few times, her other hand tightly wrapped around a glass. Her cheeks ached from carrying the big grin. She just needed a few seconds. Looking over her shoulder before ducking inside the little shed/barn feet away. Emmie gasped and jumped back after she bumped into a person. "Holy fu - you scared me!"
Andrew was looking down at something when he heard the bell above the door. Tucking the pencil behind his ear now, he smiled at the person. "Hello and welcome in, what can I do for you today? Looking for something specific? Or lookin' to start a project?" He questioned with that smile still on his lips. "Whatever you need, I'm your guy to help or get materials for you."
"Both," Emmie smiled and stepped towards him. "I'm looking for a toolbox that can also function as a sturdy tabletop. Is there any that you know of that could hold up to 200 pounds?"
"So is this your plan? Just set up for Mother's Day?" The blonde questioned her little sister, while looking over at her. Sure she probably could help in some way. But honestly she didn't feel like it right now. Dakota was a bit of a wild card at times. All things considered. Hell her family didn't even know whose Grace's father was and that was something that she wouldn't tell. Not even to her siblings.
Emmie nodded, pen between her teeth. "This is my plan. On my plot. I've hired out for catering and offered a few of the guys some overtime to help set up tables. No reason for you to ruffle your feathers over it."
August had just been on her way into the studio when she noticed the woman. She didn't have to be there for a few more hours, but she figured she could get some extra work done by clocking in early that day. But on her way towards the door and noticing the woman, before anyone could do anything she saw the flowers fall as the woman sneezed. "Bless you!" She said automatically. Looking down at the flowers she sighed softly. "They're beautiful, where were you actually headed with these, if you don't mind me asking?" August looked up at her, as she helped pick the flowers off the ground.
"They took hours to create," Emmie sighed. Her lips pursed as she attempted to rearrange a bouquet. With her nose wrinkled, Emmie gathered everything back into the crook of her arm. "I was taking them home to see how they looked as centerpieces. There's going to be a Mother's Day brunch at Sanders Ranch."
Grace let out a soft breath of a laugh as she was pulled into the hug, arms wrapping around Emmie without hesitation. There was something immediate about it—familiar, grounding—the kind of comfort she didn’t have to think about. "I’m okay," she murmured, though her voice was quieter than usual, a little more thoughtful beneath the surface.
Easing back in her seat, Grace's eyes flicked over the woman. Her excitement not going unnoticed by the blonde. "Busy morning?" She asked, a faint smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "I'm glad you came," she added after a moment. It wasn't like she'd intentionally distanced herself from the ranch and her family, but picking her own path in life sometimes felt like it. And Grace genuinely missed it.
"Very busy, making sure I have everything ready for summer classes." The older blonde smiled and took a sip of her water, opening the menu. At Grace's words, Emmie looked at her and her smile grew. "Me too. I've missed spending time with you. You're a whole grown up, gone are the days of pigtails bouncing with you in a saddle. - How are you, really?" Emmie's tone softened, she had noticed Grace's I'm okay and wondered.
