Something strange is happening...

Emilia Wright

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Introductions.

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theblindrussianguy:

Luka shrugged. “How do you know that I am smarter than you?” He asked. “We have only just met, and your tone sounds a bit uncertain. Now, I am not saying I know who is smarter, I’m just saying we’ll have to wait and see,” he rambled. He usually wasn’t this awkward, but something was just making him stumble over his words. “So… do you want to get started?”

“You just look...smart.” Emilia shrugged a little bit not sure if he was taking her compliment the wrong way. “Yeah, lets get started.” She laughed gently.

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possessionspuppet:

Stiles gave a look at the book, humming. “I’m fairly good at it. Did something confuse you today in class?” he asked, looking back at her.

“Is it that obvious?” The blonde asked as it seemed she looked as confused as she felt. “A little bit of everything he went over confused me honestly.” Which was unusual for her. 

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Books and Brains | Scott McCall

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scottymccalltrue:

Scott grinned and shook his head. “You know what? Go ahead and keep it. I’d rather you have it. And I’m sorry about not, uh, knowing you…” He trailed off awkwardly. Scott noticed how her eyes had lingered over the novel. Scott really did feel guilty about not knowing her name, even though they had classes together. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Emilia. Say, it’s almost time for lunch anyways, would you like to accompany me to the lunchroom?” Scott asked, bowing slightly at the waist, smiling.

Looking down at the book she slowly shook her head as he offered for her to keep it. “No, really.” She insisted. “It’s okay. Really, you can have it. You obviously need it. I just wanted to because it looked interesting.” She shrugged one shoulder as if it weren’t a big deal. So she gave him a small smile. She wasn’t to offended as he didn’t know her name. She was...kind of used to it by this point? Though she did look a little surprised as he mentioned lunch. That made her heart beat a little faster but she found herself nodding. She didn’t want to be rude? “Okay.” Tilting her head she bit her bottom lip. “Is it sad I barely realized the time?” 

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theblindrussianguy:

He scoffed. “I guess advertising would be even dirtier in Russia, considering the communism and everything,” he said. He didn’t know why he said it, but he regretted it instantly. He hated saying bad things about Russia, but he was trying to be funny. “Sorry, that wasn’t funny.” He raised his eyebrows. “Einstein? No,” he said, blushing again. “Not that smart.”

Emilia smiled brightly as he seemed quite honest in his opinions. A trait she could respect from anyone. “Hey, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Freedom of Speech.” She reminded him with a small laugh. “Oh please, you’re probably a lot smarter than I am.” Though...Emilia herself was a little uncertain about that particular fact.

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Monsters Hide In Darkness | Open

Emilia was out strolling the woods behind her house, a small creek flowed behind the thick treeline. The blonde always came out here ever since she was a small child to just enjoy the gorgeous nature in Beacon Hills. But tonight for some reason she felt unhinged, almost as if she were being watched by something or someone? It was most likely paranoia considering she was mentally preparing for the exams in the upcoming weeks. Her blue eyes lifted to find herself gazing up at the moon and she smiled. Though when she heard something crunch and a strange noise, it sounded similar to the grunt of a bear -- but it was winter. Hibernation. “Hello?” She called out. “Is someone there?” Instinctively she reached for a broken tree branch and held it similar to the way a baseball bat would be raised. “Hello?” 

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bearyourdemons:

“I was hoping you were at least better than me.” he chuckled a bit at Emilia as he stretched a little. “Yeah…yeah, so uh, great. How about this I help you, and you help me?” he suggested. “Two of us trying to figure it out would be better than one, for example I’m not even sure I’m in the right chapter….” he said looking up at her book, then down at his. 

Emilia offered a small apologetic smile before chuckling softly. “No, no I’m sorry.” She looked down at her textbook before grimacing. To his suggestion, she found herself curious for what he meant exactly but then she shrugged. “Alright, so. It’s 13.A for the chapter and we have to figure out paragraph one from 17.” She shook her head. “Gotta love everyone's attempt to fry our brains.”

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possessionspuppet:

Stiles had heard the rumors flying about yet another missing kid and just gone to ignoring it. He’d have to talk with the resident alphas about tracking them later. He had turned the corner to go sit at his usual table only to find it had an occupant. He sat down casually, pulling out his book of notes he’d been helping side through. Looking up, he gave a soft smile. “Don’t mind me, I guess I came out later today than normal. You kind of remind me of someone I know. Did you want any help with studying?” he asked.

Emilia offered the male across from her a friendly smile, though it looked a bit obtuse with the highlighter in her mouth. So she quickly removed it and stuck the cap back on to it. Her eyebrows pulled together forcing a small dent between the delicate arches. Tilting her head she wondered briefly who she reminded him of. So in response all she could mumble was. “Oh.” Licking her lips Emilia glanced down at her text book before looking back up to his light brown eyes. “I-I mean sure. You any good at this?” She gestured to her math book. 

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A Word of Advice || Jennifer & Emilia

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darachjennifer:

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Jennifer was knee deep in marking and after everything else she had on her plate it was an oddly soothing experience. Something simple she could engage in. Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it the bell was ringing for the end  of the day. She stretched in her chair and made to get up when she heard a knock at her door, frowning slightly so looked over and pushed herself up.

“Come in.”

Emilia usually was pretty well knowledged when it came to English class. But something wasn’t sitting with her just right in regards to her essay grade she’d received today. A C-. It was the first time she’d ever had a grade so low in this class so she could only wonder what she had done wrong. After politely knocking Emilia made her way in and offered her teacher a small smile. “I’m sorry to be here after hours but, um, I had a question for you about the grade you gave me?” She held up the small binder with her written work inside. “What did I do wrong?”

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Short Girl Problems | Derek Hale

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darekhale-bhc:

Derek raised an interested eyebrow. “Stir fry? Sounds fun. What kind of meat are you using?” He asked, looking right into her eyes with a friendly smile. He knew how to be friendly when the situation called for it.

Emilia smiled as the male seemed interested in her idea for a dinner entree. Laughing she looked down in her basket. “Steak of course. I mean don’t get me wrong chicken is good, but if you’re doing a stir fry, in my opinion, steak is the best way to go.” Smiling gently she brushed her blonde hair behind her ear. “What about you? Cooking anything scrumptious for dinner tonight?”

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Short Girl Problems | Derek Hale

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darekhale-bhc:

“No problem,” Derek replied with a smile. “I gotta be tall for a reason.” He looked up at the shelf, wondering who would even make shelves that hard to reach for shorter people. “Coarse black pepper, Cayenne pepper, and some chili flakes,” he said, plucking each bottle from their respective places and handing them to her. “May I ask what you’re making? Or are these just groceries?” He asked.

“Of course.” The blonde laughed gently before brushing her fingers through her hair. As he handed her the bottles she placed them in her basket and was silently trying to think if she forgot anything. Deciding it was all okay she gave him a bright smile. “Stir Fry.” She informed him. “At least, I’m going to try.” 

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bearyourdemons:

“Killer.” he agreed, looking at his stuff and sighing. “You, wouldn’t happen to be any good at this right?” he asked with a small smile before nodding. “I’m Titan” he said. “I think, you’re in my Chem class actually.” he said, tilting his head. 

Emilia smiled softly but then she laughed. “No, not exactly.” She pursed her lips and looked down at the book in front of them. “Emilia.” She responded with a soft tuck of her hair behind her ear. “Maybe.” She nodded before exhaling. “It would explain why we both suck at this.”

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Short Girl Problems | Derek Hale

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darekhale-bhc:

Derek had been squinting at the list Peter had given him for groceries. Apparently, Peter wanted to bake some fancy dish that Derek can’t even pronounce for Chris. Even though he knew Peter all of his life, his handwriting would never be easy to read. He looked up and turned to the girl who needed a tall person. “Sure,” he said with a nod, walking over to her. “What spices do you need?” He asked her. He needed a break from reading Peter’s handwriting.

Emilia looked up at the spices and mentally calculated what she would need. “Well, coarse black pepper.” She gestured to the particular bottle and gave the man a friendly smile. “Thanks by the way. It’s not always easy being a short girl.” She laughed and looked over the spices. “Cayenne powder..and maybe some chili flakes.” 

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theblindrussianguy:

“Advertising and doctoring. Very different subjects,” Luka pointed out. “No! Let’s study now,” he blurted almost too quickly, not wanting to talk about his past more than she needed to know. He was close to having said too much already. “I mean, if you’ll accept my help.” He scratched the back of his neck, trying to remember the last time he felt this awkward.

“Not exactly. Both are dirty business’. One just deals with blood and organs, the other deals with shady people and men in suits.” Emilia laughed softly at the image she must have painted. “Of course I’ll accept your help! You seem quite intelligent. Perhaps the next Einstein maybe?” 

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Speeding || Jordan and Emilia

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deputyjordxnpxrrish:

Jordan approached the car and removed his aviator shades. “Can I see your license and registration?” He asked her, going through the normal protocol. “I can think of a few problems. Like the fact that you went through a red light and went over the speed limit by twenty miles per hour,” he said. He knew that sometimes people had emergencies and forgot to turn on their emergency lights, or they were stressed and didn’t realize they were breaking the law, but he was taught that ignorance was not innocence. “Mind if I ask what’s going on?”

Emilia felt her heart racing in her veins as she looked over the officer. At his words, the blonde nodded and leaned over to get both items. Her driver's license from her purse and her registration from the glove compartment. “I-I’m sorry.” She stuttered not even aware she’d gone through a red light. “I am just very....I was so worried about my exams and my mom that I...” She grimaced as she slowly handed both items over to the officer. “I’m sorry.”

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Books and Brains | Scott McCall

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scottymccalltrue:

Scott walked along the many aisles of the Beacon Hills High School Library, before he finally arrived at the one he needed. Noticing that there weren’t many students around reassured Scott that he could leisurely search for the book he would need, only to find a stranger involved with that particular novel herself. Scott blinked, thinking what he should do when she spoke. “Oh, uh…” He began. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a creeper, I just had been looking for that, actually, but if you need it, that’s totally fine.” He nodded toward the book. Scott cleared his throat before starting to speak again. “If you don’t mind me asking, have I seen you around here before?”

Emilia’s eyebrows pulled together as he spoke and she laughed softly. “No, it’s okay you’re not being a creeper.” She offered him a gentle smile and let her eyes gazed over the novel again. “I don’t need it.” She admitted before shrugging. She’d thought it looked interesting but if the guy needed it for whatever reason she wouldn’t take it. Her lips parted at the second questions and she laughed softly. “We both have English and Coach’s class together.” Emilia knew who he was, Scott McCall, star of the lacrosse team. It wasn’t hard not to know who he was. “Here.” She handed the book over to him. “I’m Emilia.” 

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Short Girl Problems | Derek Hale

Emilia was at the grocery store in search of something to make for dinner. It was going to be another late night for her mother so Emilia was in charge of dinner. The blonde wasn’t too fond of eating out all of the time so she decided a home cooked meal would be the best. She decided a simple stir fry would suffice and the one particular thing she needed was some pepper. With her small basket full of items she stared up at the one thing she needed and it was just too far out of reach. Looking down the aisle she saw a reasonably sized man and decided to put on a cute face. “Hi, um, excuse me. Do you think you could help? I can’t seem to reach the spices.” 

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Introductions.

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theblindrussianguy:

“What do you want to do when you grow up?” He asked her, knowing that Ivy League schools were for the really smart ones. Luka nodded. “Alright, then we can start now.” When she asked him about Russia he paused, trying not to flash back to that terrible night that he lost his vision. “I was born in Russia, raised there until I was fourteen. When I lost my vision, I came to Seattle. After my father died about two months ago, I moved here,” he summed up. He wasn’t lying, but it wasn’t the full truth. He hoped she wouldn’t ask further so that way he wouldn’t have to actually lie.

“I am kind of torn between advertising or a doctor.” Emilia admitted with a sheepish smile. Shaking her head she brushed her fingers through her hair and briefly wondered how studying with him would work. What made it even worse was as he went on to discuss his previous life living in Russia. She could tell something bad happened from the way he spoke -- mostly from her female perception. “I’m so sorry.” She frowned and looked over her book. “You know, we don’t have to study now if you don’t want to.”