Stella Emerson

Junior. CCU. 23. Bite Me

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lily-nordin:

“Chill out, we’ve all had the same done to us. I’m sure we will find out in a minute or two. So until then, no one is going to have answers I’m afraid.”

“I don’t need this shit today. I just want to go back to my bed. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten up. Do you think anyone has alcohol on them?”

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Another Kinda Closing Hour

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annixxolsen:

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Anni rolled her eyes in mock indignation. “Hey, I waitressed for like a year before I got the job at the gym. There were a lot of moments that made me wish I was deaf just so I wouldn’t have to listen to all the weird stuff people were saying anymore.” Stella was often so sarcastic, Anni sometimes felt like she had trouble understanding what the other girl was getting at and figuring out how to respond, and she wasn’t sure whether to blame her being bilingual or her general inability to communicate like a normal person (probably the latter). However, she always seemed to fit perfectly into a place like the Limelight, and somehow, conversation always felt easier with a drink in front of you. And with this topic of conversation, Anni actually felt grateful for Stella’s attitude. Helped keep her from getting panicky. 

“Of course they are.” She giggled at the twilight simile, and as she could imagine perfectly how people’s attitudes were. The events probably brought out the conspiracy theorists in a lot of them. “That’s amazing. Add in ‘they had sex for money’ and you have it all in that story - money, sex, crime.” Prompted to share her own views, Anni felt herself being dragged back into reality, and her heart greeted her with a fluttering, reminding her that what they were talking about had actually happened, one way or another, right where they were living. She crossed her arms on the counter. “Well, I think dissolving a body in acid would take a lot of criminal energy and planning. I just don’t…I mean, I don’t know Hector at all, but I just can’t imagine a student from around here to be so ….ruthless and brutal, you know? I’m actually still ninety-five percent sure that she just got fed up with work and decided to move to the Bahamas without telling anybody. I mean, haven’t we all been tempted to do that at some point? The police might just have been acting on clues that they think mean something but actually don’t.” She sighed. “Not like I know. But maybe I’m just telling myself that to make myself feel safer. Is that very ridiculous? I mean, it’s not like anything has tangibly changed, but…. to be honest, I’m not exactly looking forward to the idea of walking home on my own through the darkness tonight.” 

“I like the Bahamas theory,” Stella laughed. “It’s about where I am with school. Except I think I’d go farther than the Bahamas. Maybe one of those islands in the Pacific. Like Tahiti. That’d be fucking awesome.” She smiled at the girl and started cleaning some of the empty glasses left behind. Stella was always a daydreamer. She never had the money to travel, but wished she could. Leaving everything behind was always on her mind. One day she thought, one day she’d see the world. 

“Eh don’t be too nervous. The amount of people that I watch walk out of here alone, just to come back the next night unscathed is enormous. But if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes while I clock out, I’m headed back to campus, I can keep you company,” Stella nodded her head towards the back of the bar, suggesting she was on her way to clock out. She wasn’t on clean up duty tonight and the bar was thinning out. She didn’t want to be around for the extra hour to deal with the super drunk, get jipped on tips, and make virtually nothing when she could be in bed. The last hour would be easy for the second bartender to pick up on his own anyway. “Plus that way, if anyone jumps out of a bush and dries to dissolve your body in acid, you’ve got a witness,” She joked. “Not sure how well the story would sell, it’s lacking compared to Hector’s story. it might be a tough sell, but I’d play it up for you.”

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Lockdown

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professorryanfoster:

Ryan was grateful at Stella’s actions. Even though she seemed to be annoyed at the situation, at least she had helped him. He took a moment to compose himself, whispering some calming words and closing his eyes. He then turned around and went to the door, checked if it was locked. 

“I wish I could” Ryan responded “Unfortunately I know just about as much as you do. I know that it’s a lockdown, which means none of this was planned beforehand.” When she asked for snacks, he simply murmured “bottom right” before continuing “We should stay put here, stay away from the windows, and wait for someone to tell us it’s alright to leave.”

Stella walked over to the desk and pulled out some random granola bars the professor had hidden away. She looked at them and shrugged, “good enough.” She wasn’t thrilled with his answer, but knew any protest would send the professor into a tizzy. “Listen, we can stay in here all scared, or we can just walk out, check it out. For all we know, we could be missing out on something awesome,” Stella’s eyes lit up a bit and she smirked.

She knew she was testing her limits, but she didn’t care much. She was in a room with other people she knew didn’t want to be there, so what was the harm in feeling out the situation. “You like ghosts and shit, what if you’re missing out on a super cool ghost wandering the halls? What if this is all some huge conspiracy?” She looked at him and tilted her head. it was as if she was taunting him. She took a bite of her granola bar, “Guess you’ll never know if you’re just sitting tight.” 

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[Text] Hector: it.... was a joke

[Text] Hector: I swear I'm funny sometimes

[Text] Stella: Oh..

[Text] Stella: It's funny now that I know.. if that counts for anything

[Text] Stella: I can dish out sarcasm, but when it comes to picking it up over text I'm piss poor at it. Sue me.

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[Text] Hector: Or send you to jail

[Text] Stella: Why would they send me to jail if I stopped the lockdown ?? Not like I caused it.

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[Text] Hector: They said don't leave, i would say don't leave

[Text] Hector: just don't punch anyone out okay?

[Text] Stella: maybe if I punch someone out they'll end this fucking lockdown already.

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[Text] Hector: white walkers finally showed up

[Text] Hector: sorry, game of thrones joke.

[Text] Hector: yeah it's vermont. hunters around all the time, i've only had one lockdown before first year. gotta be something

[Text] Stella: never got into GOT. Wish I did. Attention span is too short tho.

[Text] Stella: hmmm. weird... kinda wanna just leave. it's totally an overreaction and I gotta pee.

[Text] Stella: Haven't heard any blood curdling screams. Gotta be nothing.

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[TEXT] Hector: What do you think it is?

[Text] Stella: IDK. tbh its probably someone over reacting. saw or heard some hunters. reported it. who tf knows. it's Vermont. U?

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[TEXT] Hector: Deja vu much?

[TEXT] Stella: At least last time we had food... this time all I gots dingy classroom smell

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♮- Our characters as old geezers

“Anni! Is the food ready?” Stella shouted from her rocking chair in the living room. She had always sworn she wouldn’t be one of those stereotypical grandma’s, but, unsurprisingly she was. Rocking chair, knitting, yelling at younger kids to ‘Fuck off’. If it was even possible, she cared less then she ever had in her entire life. Anni and her had stayed close after college. Often they met up for during the day for a light lunch or tea. And almost every time, Stella coerced the other into making the food.

“I’m fucking hungry here Anni! You said it’d be done,” Stella glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Shit, I can’t read. I think the clock says 4 minutes ago. Bring my glasses in with the food!” Stella kept yelling. Anni had to know Stella got grumpy when she went unfed, they’d known each other that long. She was truly a saint for not killing Stella after this long. Half the time Stella couldn’t take her own stubbornness. But- They’d been through so much together, they had a mutual understanding for each other. It was just a typical day. 

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Lockdown

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professorryanfoster:

Specifically for – @stellaemerson @lily-nordin @rubyredgilstein

Ryan was making his way from classrooms when he heard the alarm that meant the school was going into lockdown. His heart began to race but he didn’t have a moment to react before being escorted to the Collette Center. Once inside, he ran over to the windows to peer outside but all he could see was more students being escorted. After that, the college was a ghost town. His knuckles went white from how hard he was gripping onto the window sill and a flash of a thought entered his mind. He had seen movies and TV shows were buildings went into lockdown and the thing they always said was stay away from the windows.

At this thought, Ryan was in an immediate panic. He was grabbing–pulling–yanking at the window, doing everything in his power to get the blinds to come down. But he was too frantic; his hands too sweaty and his mind reeling with possibilities to come up with a real-world solution. In the heat of the moment, he breathed out “Somebody help me!” in hopes that whoever was in here with him would lend a hand.

“Dude, calm your shit,” Stella walked over to help the professor. She reached up and pulled the cords to release the blinds. “Not sure how these blinds are going to help, unless you’re some vampire hiding from the light. Shit can still get through, but whatever it’s fixed,” she rolled her eyes and walked away, finding a chair to slump into. She was agitated, and hungry, and was in desperate need of a charger. She wasn’t here to cater to some freaked out professor’s needs. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in charge here? Wanna fill us in?” Stella tapped her fingers on the wooden arm of the chair. She wasn’t nervous, she was just annoyed. The seriousness hadn’t hit her yet, in her eyes, it was just some overreaction that was causing a major inconvenience in her eyes. “Also, while you’re at it. Do you store any snacks in that desk?”

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rubyredgilstein:

“Not a very efficient millennial, are you?” Ruby was sitting down near the door, hoping to hear anything else. Things were quiet outside. “I bet I could do a better job than them.”

“Apple should maybe make chargers that don’t break so fucking often.” Stella rolled her eyes, “I bet its not even a real threat. Some people are just overreacting to some hunters in town. Its fucking Vermont, what do they expect?”

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rubyredgilstein:

“Do you not know how to read? There’s a threat on campus - probably some psycho with a gun running around.”

“Can’t fucking read when your phone is dead. All I can hear is people shouting lockdown and next thing you know I’m in here. If its a psycho killer he’s doing a shit job. I haven’t heard a gun shot yet.”

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@lily-nordin @rubyredgilstein @professorryanfoster

‘What the fuck is happening? Why are we in lockdown? Why the fuck was I just dragged into this fucking room? Anyone got answers for me?”

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Late Night Shopping || Stella

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princeinname:

“If they’ll even let me in,” Hector scoffed. He would try and make light of it, laugh it off. Maybe eventually it would be just funny rather than heart wrenching and painful. He rolled his eyes and made his way to the front of the store with Stella. They approached the checkout together, only to notice the lady at the checkout was gone. Probably just checking the store or something.

“Hellooooo?” Hector called out. No response. 

As much as he was blaming things on his arrest, Hector couldn’t picture a place where they would disappear completely and refuse to serve somebody who had only been in jail a few days. It was just too strange.

Hector turned to Stella and raised one eyebrow. “Do you wanna… check the door? Maybe we’ve witnessing the start of the Zombie Apocalypse?”

“Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit,” Stella kept muttering as she walked briskly to the door. The store was unusually quiet and she couldn’t believe anyone would be ridiculously dumb enough to lock up a store without checking the bathrooms, or the aisles, or making another announcement. But none the less, the door was lock. 

“What the fuck store locks customers in, without looking at the bathroom. or even cleaning the bathroom for that matter?” She shouted to Hector from the door. She waked back to him, pulling out her phone and checking the time. “And to add to it, we’re in some fucking warehouse and I guess the damn walls block out any signal. Nice of them to turn the wifi off at store closing too,” Stella spat out. 

She showed no sign of fear, though she wore her disapproval clear on her face. She looked around and sighed before walking over to the mini fridge at the cash register. She pulled out a Diet Coke and plopped herself up on the checkout counter. “This one’s on them,” she pretended to cheers Hector and took a sip. 

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ღ - Desire (anni)

Intimacy- Stella craved it. Not on an emotional level, but in a raw, lustful way. As the girl spoke, Stella ignored any story she might have been telling. It was like Anni to go on and on about a particular topic and it was unlike Stella to let it happen. She had a short fuse and no time for chitchat about anything uninteresting to her. But as Anni went on, Stella couldn’t help but get lost in her own head. It had been some time since she had been with someone and the blonde in front of her had sparked something. Her perfume had undertones of warm vanilla and drew Stella closer. How she wanted to quiet the girl by pressing her rosy lips against her own. She wanted to strip her of her clothing, run her hands around the curves of her body, feeling her soft, tanned skin. Scenarios played through her head. She would press her body against the other girl. Kiss every inch of her bare skin. Taste her. Feel her. Be with her. Their bodies could move as one. She wanted her, and she wanted her now. Stella made eye contact with the girl. Her palms were growing sweaty as she tried to keep her cool. Soon the lust subsided as Stella returned to the conversation, still uninterested in whatever gossip was being jabbered about. All she wanted was her, in that moment.

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♥ - The moment my character realizes they’re in love

Fuck. It was a familiar feeling. It made her feel warm inside. Her body tingled with every light brush of her skin. She knew exactly what it meant. She was in love. And it made her feel nauseous. Every part of her being wanted to fight it, wanted to stop the feeling. But she couldn’t help herself. She had fallen head over heels.

Stella’s eyes laid upon the girl. Her soft, chestnut hair fell right at her jawline. As she spoke, Stella got lost in her words, mesmerized by the supple pink lips as they moved. A spark Stella never thought she’d feel again was ever so present. And with each laugh and smile exchanged, her love grew deeper. 

She was afraid. She was vulnerable. She had only loved once before. It was a man who left her devastated and humiliated. Stella had sworn off any relationship since. But this time, it felt different. They were friends. It felt right. She craved her. And yet she sat there, staring at the other girl, more confused as ever. She didn’t like to be in love, but she couldn’t help herself from falling.