a heart as deep as the sea.

• emma scott • 26 • human • counselor • blind • “Love, at every opportunity you are given. Be less afraid. Embrace each day (none are promised). Cry when you need to, it'll make you feel better. You were put on this planet to feel every feeling you could, do that. Everything works out in the end, I promise.”

[eva-st-james]

Anniversary || Eva & Emma

With a bit of difficulty and a heavy sigh Eva lowered herself down onto a bench. It was a beautiful day and she was not about to spend it inside. A text from her mother had brought new thoughts spinning through her mind. It had been a little over a year since she had packed up her life and moved to Atlanta. A year since she had begun the spiral downwards that had led her to where she sat now. A year since she had met Alex, and Phoebe, and Chloe, and Julian, and Colin. She still thought about the Leprechaun often, missing her friend and the laughs he always inspired. It had been a year since she had begun this life, and now she felt cemented to this city. Atlanta was home now, and where she would raise her son. Before long he would be here, gracing the world with a beautiful smile. Anticipation filled her and she laughed without realizing it. Someone passing heard her and glanced over their shoulder at her. “Life can be a funny thing.” She offered the sentence as explanation.

[the-emma-scott]

Emma had been walking around Freedom Park for a bit that afternoon, enjoying the warm weather and cool breeze. As she did so, she listened to children playing and parents laughing and just as she was passing a bench, she heard someone laugh but didn't hear anyone else speak so she titled her head slightly shifting it over her shoulder in what she presumed to be their direction. As the familiar voice spoke, Emma smiled and nodded. "Funny and beautiful, I think. Eva, right?" She'd always had a knack for remembering familiar voices.

[the-emma-scott]

Helping Hands // Emma & Jo

[josephinekeller]

Jo smiled a little; she had seen the woman at the memorial but since she was blind she was sure the other woman wouldn’t recognize her. “Well actually I’ve seen you at the memorial,” she said to let her know that she was at least a friend, even if she wouldn’t tell her that she was a mythic herself. Although if she wanted real advice she should probably let the woman know. It was a difference if you had decades or centuries to figure out your life after all. “It’s nice to meet you Emma,” she said friendly. “But just to be clear I don’t need my head shrunk or anything like that. Although a lot of people might disagree on that,” she said jokingly still fighting against her nerves.

[the-emma-scott]

Emma smiled, "Well, I'm glad to meet you know, even if I wasn't able to then." At Jo's clarification, she nodded, laughing slightly. "Oh, I wasn't going to. I just think that it's nicer to talk while sitting down. I'm fine with just have a conversation." Emma led them to her office, opening the door. "Here we are."

[the-emma-scott]

Helping Hands // Emma & Jo

[josephinekeller]

Jo had thought about this for a while now. She still didn’t know what to do after she would get her GED but she had the vague idea that she wanted to do something to help people. But that wasn’t really narrowing it down a lot. It could be anything from working as a barista to becoming a doctor; that was a very wide range. She didn’t want to talk to Jonah, or any of her friends about it right now; she wanted to talk to someone who didn’t know her and her past, someone who was unbiased. So when she, by coincidence, saw the blind woman and realized that she was a psychiatrist, she decided that she was perfect. After her shift at Logos ended she went over and entered, not quite sure how to even begin when the woman already greeted her. “Uhm, hi,” she said stepping closer not wanting to be rude. “I’m not entirely sure honestly. I need some advice from someone not close to me, if that makes any sense,” she said stuffing her hands into her pockets nervously.

[the-emma-scott]

Emma smiled at the young voice and nodded. "That makes perfect sense." She pushed away from the desk and took up her cane. "Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone who can be an objective listener." Emma smiled and nodded her head in the direction of her own office. "We can talk in my office if you like." She held out a hand, "I'm Emma by the way, I don't think we've met before."

[lost-dylan-reynolds]

Decisions ✧ Dylan & OPEN

It was time to make a decision. Several actually and none of them would be easy. Shane had been more than understanding that the work he was doing wasn’t earning him any money, but it didn’t help his guilt. Offering him a place to stay was one thing, but Shane was essentially feeding him as well. He had twenty dollars left and there wasn’t anymore income coming his way anytime soon. After everything Shane had done for him, he was not going to ask for money and he didn’t feel right asking Jonah either. He had refused to tell anyone that he was back. Not his family, not Alanna’s family, not his friends, not his coworkers, not anyone. How was he going to explain how he and his family just suddenly disappeared? It was just too dangerous and he couldn’t risk anyone knowing the truth. However, none of that changed the fact that he needed money and he was tired of feeling like a charity case. As he made his way through the streets of Little Five Points trying to figure out what to do he found himself in front of Logos and headed inside. After ordering his drink and taking a seat he noticed someone looking for place to sit and offered the one next to him. “You can take this seat if you want.”  

[the-emma-scott]

Emma had just ordered her drink and had meant to ask the barista if there were any seats open nearby but she'd forgotten and didn't want to bother the busy woman. She bit her lip and took a sip of her coffee, wondering what she should do or if she should ask someone else if there were available tables when she heard a voice nearby. Emma tilted her head in that direction and smiled. "Oh, you don't mind?" She made her way over carefully, using her cane to make sure she didn't bump into any chairs.

[the-emma-scott]

Helping Hands // Emma & Open

Emma heard the doorbell jingle over her and Elliot's office door. She turned her head in the direction and offered whomever was walking through a friendly smile. "Good afternoon! Is there something I could help you with?" She'd seen quite a good number of people, both humans and Mythics alike, over the past week and a half since their opening. Even though she was still healing from her own ordeal in the camp, Emma knew that the best way to really do so was to help other's heal as well. Maybe it was a bit of her pushing away her own issues for a little bit, but whatever it was made her feel good; she'd always loved being able to help other people and now with their practice, she'd be more fully able to.

[patrickbrenan-deactivated201406]

Words of Worry {August & Emma}

[patrickbrenan-deactivated201406]

"I work at the medical practice round here. Nothing fancy like a doctor, but I’m good with filing papers." August chuckled, sipping his coffee. It was refreshing to have, woke him up the slightest bit from his worried haze. He couldn’t forget the letter however; it was still a thought at the forefront of his mind. "The mocha is alright. I have ta’ be in the mood for it cause it’s pretty strong ya’ know? I usually go for lattes and if I really need ta’ stay awake, I get it straight black. Now that’s a caffeine rush for ya’."

[the-emma-scott]

"Hey, no office could survive without a good filer." She grinned at him, "do you think you're going to stay there? I mean, long term? Or do you want to do something else?" Emma took a sip of her drink and hummed slightly as the warm liquid rolled over her tongue and down her throat. She laughed at his comment, "I hope you don't mind my saying this, but you really don't seem like the type of person who needs a caffeine rush." He seemed as energetic or more than anyone she'd met in a long time. Emma scratched her nose and swept aside some hair before titling her head, "And caffeine doesn't work very well for me, unfortunately. I actually get headaches if I have too much. It was horrible in college."

[the-emma-scott]

Fortitude // Emma & Annabeth

[wildewalzer]

Anna jumped onto the topic easily, it was easy to talk about her future and something she really liked better than talking about her past. “It’s called Stefan’s Vintage Clothing. It has more … unusual and extravagant clothes and accessories. You are welcome to come in any time and I can help you navigate. It’s small and pretty stuffed actually.” She chuckled lightly when the woman misunderstood her completely. “Oh no, I didn’t mean if I went the wrong way. I meant … if I’m … uhm … handling you right? I’m not used to lead blind people around. And I don’t want to, I don’t know, hurt you or cause you discomfort. I mean you don’t know me.”

[the-emma-scott]

Emma grinned, "I've always loved the feel of vintage; everything is so soft. When I was little, I'd always dress up in my mother's clothes. She had this one jacket from the 80's, it was huge and looked so worn but felt amazing on." She laughed slightly, "That sounds great, I'd definitely love to come by. When are you looking to open?" At her question, Emma couldn't help but laugh again, "you're fine. If it helps, just think of me like anyone else, just two people walking together. Just, like, if there's something in the way or cars passing, don't let me walk into traffic." She chuckled again.

[constance-macklin]

Damaged Goods || Constance & Emma

[constance-macklin]

“Thank you,” she said politely but had to bite back a laugh when Emma talked about brave and selflessness. Constance had never felt exactly brave, quite the contrary. And she surely had not been selfless. She had done all of this for very selfish reasons. “Everyone had their own reason to join this. And everyone knew the risks. I don’t feel particularly brave to be honest. And I certainly don’t feel very selfless. Not when I’m still alive while …” She couldn’t finish the sentence and tried to change the subject. “Anyway. Now that you’re out … what are your plans? What is it you do for a living?”

[the-emma-scott]

Emma smiled softly, "I don't presume to know what you're going through right now, especially in light of so many losses, but I do know what survivor's guilt is like." She still dreamt about her father and the car crash that took his life. She reached out and gently squeezed Constance's arm, "And I know it doesn't go away over night, but you're alive and that isn't a mistake, I promise you." Emma took back her hand and ran it through her short hair, smiling in her direction. "Psychologist. My father and I both are." She bit her lip, "We're actually looking to open a practice here, a counseling center."

[alexstathos]

Moving On ► Alex & Emma

[alexstathos]

"First one is always on the house," he said, quoting the line that he’d said a million times since opening the door of the coffee shop.  Alex wiped down the counter, probably more times that was needed, in order to keep his hands busy as the woman spoke. "Yeah, it’s been a crazy few days."  He wasn’t going to lie to the woman; his life had been turned upside down. Then again, he supposed hers had been as well. "Pleasure’s mine, Emma. What do you plan on doing now that you’re free, if you don’t mind my asking?" 

[the-emma-scott]

Emma tilted her head, "Are you sure? I don't mind." She wasn't certain if he was being serious or not. Apparently her time away from normal human interactions had left her unsure as to what people really meant. He seemed sincere enough, though, so she tucked the bill back into her wallet. Emma swept a stray piece of hair behind her headband and bit her lip at his question, "Well, my father and I are staying here." She shrugged, "Starting over or trying to, at least. We're actually in the midst of opening our on practice. The first steps at least."

[constance-macklin]

Damaged Goods || Constance & Emma

[constance-macklin]

Of course she was right, she knew Emma was a human and that she was in there because of family ties, but she couldn’t let her know how much she really knew about her already. “Me? Oh no, I’m just a human,” she said quietly, relieved that the woman didn’t seem to recognize her at all. “I spoke second? I lost my … partner Izzy during the raid.” She didn’t want to go into any more detail right now but wanted to see if Emma remembered her from what she had told at the memorial. “I … some of my friends are and I helped a little preparing for the attack. I’m glad we could free so many.” ‘Even though my girlfriend died.’ She left that sentence unspoken of course. Yes, of course she wanted Izzy to be alive, but given the choice having Izzy back or freeing all those people and gaining human rights for mythics, she wouldn’t change a thing. Well, maybe she would change one thing, but that wouldn’t concern anyone else really.

[the-emma-scott]

Emma nodded, "Ah, I see. I'm sorry, I don't really remember much about the memorial but I'm sorry for your loss." She bit her lip feeling a sinking feeling in her chest. How many people had to die in order for her to be standing there? She'd never really thought much of survivor's guilt but she felt it strongly right then. "I'm grateful for everything the entire community did. It was..." she swallowed and nodded, "very brave and incredibly selfless."

[cora-spade-blog]

Welcome to Spade Electronics! || Cora & Emma

[cora-spade-blog]

Cora looked down at the cane openly, not bothering to hide her curiosity. It wasn’t like this woman would know anyways. She’d dealt with very few blind people in her eighty two years, and they never ceased to amaze her. The challenges that people could overcome were incredible to behold on a day to day basis. Snapping back to the question at hand, she shook her head as she answered. “I’m afraid not. To sell mobile phones I’d have to set up contracts with their carriers. It’s a lot of trouble for a small business. I’m pretty sure there’s an AT&T around the corner from here and a T Mobile about two miles up the road I believe. I’ve got just about everything else in the electronic world, though.”

[the-emma-scott]

She nodded as the woman spoke, shrugging with a smile, "Alright, thank you anyway." At the mention of other electronic products though, Emma brightened slightly, "I don't suppose you carry earphones either?" She needed a new pair, that much was certain. "Or I guess iPods or other music playing devices, kind of need something to listen to, right?" She'd missed music terribly when she was in the camp. Her entire life music had been a bright spot, reminded of her of things from her childhood, helping her get through difficult situations. Music was important to many people but to Emma it was a special form of freedom that she couldn't find anywhere else. "Of if you don't, do you think you could direct me to where I might purchase one?"

[constance-macklin]

Damaged Goods || Constance & Emma

[constance-macklin]

Constance smiled and nodded. “Oh yes, I’m fine. It was more the surprise than anything else.” She hesitated for a moment but then decided to just ask the question that was on her mind the most. “Emma, it’s nice to see you again,” she said shaking the other woman’s hand. “I’m Constance. I saw you at the memorial. But you probably don’t remember me. It must have been difficult with some many people. Would you mind … why were you there? You are not … I mean, at least I think … Sorry. That’s really none of my business.” She needed to find out if the woman would recognize her, from the memorial and the camp. She hoped her name wouldn’t tip her off so she didn’t give her her last name.

[the-emma-scott]

She raised a brow, somewhat surprised that the woman recognized her but smiled anyway, nodding her head, "You're right, I'm not...I, uh, know someone who is." She wasn't about to be giving away any information on Elliot, regardless of who this woman was or how nice she seemed to be. Emma waved her head, "It's fine, no need to apologize, I understand curiosity. Are, uh, you?" A mythic? Emma wouldn't be able to tell one way or another but if the woman had been there she either was one or had ties to one of them, maybe more.

[patrickbrenan-deactivated201406]

Words of Worry {August & Emma}

[patrickbrenan-deactivated201406]

August recalled the woman’s attempt at French and it brought a smile to his lips. It wasn’t the best, but high school wasn’t the ideal location to learn another language. He felt personally, the best way to explore another culture was to live there — though not everyone had that opportunity, time, or money. “Usually, ya’. Every morning. I like ta’ go for walks so I’d stop here, or on my way ta’ work. They make a bloody good latte and I can’t ignore my caffeine fix.” Not to mention it was a good way to stop himself from drinking, he added silently to himself.

[the-emma-scott]

She titled her head as she took another sip of coffee, "That sounds really nice actually. Where do you work?" Emma laughed at the mention of a caffeine fix and nodded her head in agreement, "Yes, the only addiction that's somewhat healthy to maintain, or, rather, one with no seemingly obvious negative health affects." She smiled, "I think I've only tried their mocha. I've been here twice now but I usually stick with the same thing."

[the-emma-scott]

Fortitude // Emma & Annabeth

[wildewalzer]

“I’m working on it. I bought a store here and the papers will go through sometime this week. And then I’m officially my own boss. So yes I kind of found a new job,” she answered the question anyway. “And yes, indeed I do. And I like that very much.” She thought for a moment, she had seen the shop in passing thinking about having to check it out. “Oh yes, I know where that is. It’s actually not far from the shop I bought. Do you live there? Or is that just an orientation point for you?” She nodded to herself at the woman’s answer. There was a lot of starting over going on these days, and she wondered how this human fit into it. “Yes, I’m starting over too. Come on, let’s get going.” She gently took the woman’s elbow in her hand and started guiding her down the street. “Please tell me if I do anything wrong,” she said gently.

[the-emma-scott]

She smiled, "That sounds lovely. What type of store are you looking to open?" Emma had always thought that owning a shop sounded wonderful and rather quaint as well. She gave Annabeth another smile, "I do too, it's kind of...peaceful. Of course Atlanta is a major city but it seems more relaxed than others, you know?" At her question, she shook her head, "Reference point, I can find my way home from there." Emma allowed her to take her elbow and started walking with her, laughing when she asked her to correct her if she was going the wrong way, "Well, I'm trusting you not to lead me astray. I wouldn't know anymore than you. Can you tell me which street we're on? Then I can tell you if we're on the right track."

[the-emma-scott]

Fortitude // Emma & August

[patrickbrenan-deactivated201406]

"It was okay. A lot of people in bloody suits." August chuckled, trying to push the reminders of the rumors from his mind. But thankfully, there was hope in things changing; the confinement of Mythics stopped since the raid. "I think bald people would be really offended with that generalization, but ya’ know, I feel the same way." He couldn’t bite back the laugh as Emma deepened her voice, the tone mismatching the bubbly woman entirely. "Please don’t ever do that again. That’s mental. As for yer teachers, don’t worry about that. I’ll say ya’ did a great job." Within a few minutes, August and Emma arrived at the smoothie shop, the topic of conversation changing. "Alright, we’re here. Now tell me what ya’ want. My treat."

[the-emma-scott]

She laughed slightly, "I'm sure. I think it'd be interesting to be down there though but I guess it doesn't have much of an appeal if you're not into politics." Emma grinned at him and shrugged her shoulders, "Well, good thing you're not one of them, right?" At his own laugh, the human couldn't help but giggle and bit back a smile, "Don't worry, I won't. And you tell them that." She pushed aside some hair and shook her head, "Oh, no, that's alright, honestly." She didn't feel right taking money from a person she'd just met that day, no matter how kind they were.

[the-emma-scott]

What's your least favorite book and why?

I think Twilight. I listened to it on as an audio-book and, trust me, the dialogue is far worse when you actually have to hear it out loud. 

[alexstathos]

Moving On ► Alex & Emma

[alexstathos]

"Yeah, sure."  Alex turned away from the human, slipping back toward the  machines to make her relatively uncomplicated order. He recognized her. She had been at the warehouse after the raid…which meant she had been in the camps. He didn’t have time to speak to her that day, of course, so he had no idea what her name was or what her affiliation with Mythics might be. After her coffee was completed, he placed it carefully in her hands, ever mindful of the fact she couldn’t see him. Alex didn’t want her burning herself, or spilling the coffee all over the place. "I’m Alex, by the way. I saw you in the warehouse, but I didn’t get a chance to speak to you. What’s your name?" 

[the-emma-scott]

Emma smiled gratefully at him, "Great, thank you." Once he put it in her hands, she set it down gently on the counter and reached in her bag, pulling out her wallet, "How much will that be?" She imagined that it couldn't be more than five dollars so she pulled out a carefully folded bill and offered it to him. When he introduced himself, Emma smiled slightly before swallowing at the mention of the warehouse. She was honestly trying to forget about everything on the night and before. "From what I heard you were busy." His name had been tossed back and forth as they were being helped, his and a few others. "Oh, I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you, Alex."