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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 0:11:39 GMT -5
Keela Lynn HyllsLet me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. I don't think you even realize baby you'd be saving mine! Keela was an only child. Her parents had never gotten around to having more children, maybe they would have if they were still living. But they weren't, so Keela stayed an only child. She didn't mind to much. At least she didn't have to worry that a sibling of hers was out in the world and she didn't know where. And after her had parents died, she wouldn't have had to worry about whether she would be separated from her sister and or brother. Still, that wasn't to say that Keela didn't once in a while wonder what it would be like to have a sibling. She did once in a while, but the thought never stayed long.
When the woman who had been talking to Julia turned around and introduced herself, Keela smiled a little. "I'm Keela," she said, and nodded in Julia's direction added, "And her name is Julia. And thanks." Keela always thought her daughter was a good kid, sweet, kind and caring. But she also figured she could be blinded by mommy love, so hearing a stranger say Julia was sweet was nice to hear. Looking towards Joey when she continued talking, Keela nodded and answered, "Hmm, I wondered how you and Julia started speaking....I was listening a bit."
As Keela spoke, Julia got up and walked over to Keela, leaning against her. "Have you picked out your books yet, Mommy?" Keela looked down at Julia, shaking her head. "Not yet." She looked back at Joey. "I got a little distracted." It wasn't until the words would out of her mouth that Keela realised how they could be taken. "I mean..." she trailed off, not sure what to say to show that she wasn't upset with Joey talking to Julia.
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Post by joey macey rayne carter on May 8, 2015 16:12:41 GMT -5
Joey had never resented her siblings the way some of her friends did. She actually quite liked being a big sister, even when her brothers tried to be annoying little things who snooped through her stuff in the hopes of finding something to tease her about. Joey couldn’t remember a time when they had ever succeeded since she was clever at hiding things she wanted hidden, and for the rest she had always been an open book. She had never seen a reason to hide anything until after she had come back from serving in the army. Even then, the only things Joey kept to herself were the sights she had seen and some of the darker experiences she had been through. Her dad and brothers had insisted on hearing about how she had ended up with the scars, one of which she still refused to hide on her face, and Joey wasn’t going to lie to them. She had never been a liar, not once in her life. She had never seen a need, or the point in it.
Laughing warmly, Joey nodded her head in understanding. She might not have any children of her own, but she could understand why parents were protective, sometimes a little too much. New York City was far from the safest place in the world, and she was a believer that it was better to be safe than sorry. “I don’t blame you. You don’t have a clue who I am.” She pointed out, voicing the thoughts she had harboured the whole time she had been talking to the little girl and wondering where and who was looking after her. So many might have raced over and snatched Julia up without so much as asking what the situation was, leaving quickly while giving Joey a rude mouthful when she had done nothing wrong at all.
Joey glanced back down at the little girl and smiled again. She really was an adorable little thing, but Joey suspected that like so many small children she grew restless after a while of being in one place for so long. She could remember being the same herself, but she honestly thought that her brothers had been worse for it when they were all growing up. Keeping them in one place, keeping them in check, was harder than it had seemed and she had grown tired of chasing them around stores when they had been kids, dragging them back to where they were supposed to be before their parents could panic. Laughing softly, Joey shook her head to show that she had no hard feelings. “Don’t worry about it. I’d probably have done the same if I was a mom.” She didn’t know for certain, but she imagined she might.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 0:04:44 GMT -5
Keela Lynn HyllsLet me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. I don't think you even realize baby you'd be saving mine! Keela wasn't going to deny the fact that she could be a little overprotective when it came to Julia. She was trying to back off a little, let Julia do things on her own, talk to others on her own. But it was hard at times. Maybe this overptotective was because Keela was scared of losing Julia one way or another. Then again, even if that fear wasn't there, Keela could still be the same. She wasn't really sure. All Keela knew that she would do anything to keep Julia safe and with her.
Keela smiled a little, glad that Joey didn't seem to take any offence to what Keela had said. She knew that some people would kick up a fuss about not having might any harm and what right did the parent have to listen in the conversation. But Keela could also turn that around and say that sometimes it was the parents who were kicking up the fuss and making a scene. Either way, Keela was glad that neither of them were going to make a big deal of this. Keela didn't like making a big scene and drawing others attention to her. She was more of the on the side lines type of girl.
Even though Julia was five, she listened a little bit better than most kids her age. That wasn't to say she didn't have her moments of disobedience, but they didn't happen a lot and was over pretty quickly. Keela was glad for this. She wasn't sure what she would do with a kid that tested the boundaries often. "Well, thanks for understanding, but I still didn't mean to sound so rude." She honestly felt like she had been rude, she felt bad about that. Joey hadn't done anything wrong.
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Post by joey macey rayne carter on May 18, 2015 4:28:24 GMT -5
Joey knew first-hand about protective parenting. At least she did from the viewpoint of a protected child. She had been the firstborn and the child who her parents had found their footing with, learning lessons of their own with. Truthfully, they still treated her with a little more sternness and worry whenever she returned home these days, but Joey didn’t know if that was because she was the only child they had whose career actually carried a common risk of injury and death, or because she was their only daughter. The little girl who had once worn pretty pink ballerina dresses and been the star in their eyes at every recital was now more likely to be seen in combat boots and wiping soot from her face. It was a bit of a leap, even with twelve years between one and the other. Her parents wanted to keep her face, tuck her away somewhere nothing bad could happen, and Joey understood that, but at the same time she had chosen to live this life and never been forced into it.
Even when tensions had been running high during her time with the US Army, Joey had always been known for keeping her cool and offering a balance and some sensible words when the group under her command needed it. It was tough out there, even tougher sometimes to make them think straight, but it had been her job as their Captain and she had done it well. Since then very little struck a nerve with it unless it was connected to the army or the treatment of veterans. Most other stuff was like water off a duck’s back to Joey, which is why she could smile and laugh off Keela’s words, understanding the point of view of a young mother in a busy store even though she hadn’t been there herself. Joey was just an understanding person, even if there were times when she didn’t understand herself or the need she had to ‘play hero’, as her dad called it.
Nodding her head, Joey offered an understanding smile. “I’ve heard far worse over the years, believe me.” Being in the army and now in the fire department opened Joey up for all kinds of outside abuse and jokes, but she held her own and proved most people wrong within seconds of their thoughtless comments. She liked doing that, but this was simply a case of words that could have been misconstrued and weren’t. “And to prove as much, how about I get everyone a drink after you’re done here? I know I could use a coffee.” Joey offered warmly. She was happy to do it, and she knew that sometimes it could be nice to sit down for five minutes of mindless chatter in the middle of a busy day.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 0:07:35 GMT -5
Keela Lynn HyllsLet me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. I don't think you even realize baby you'd be saving mine! When Keela was younger, she had been sure she wouldn't be one of those overprotective parents who wanted to know every little thing that their child was doing. She pictured herself as the cool parent, the one who her kids' friends liked and didn't mind being around. Of course, Keela had been no older than eight when she was thinking this way. And while she didn't feel the need to know every little thing Julia was doing, she still liked to know what her daughter was up to. Keela was still working on when she should ask Julia what she had been up to and when she should let her have her secrets. It was hard at times, especially since Keela didn't really have anyone to ask for help on this sort of thing.
While sitting down and getting something to drink sounded good, there was just one problem. "That sounds good, but I can't let you buy me and Julia something," Keela said. Sure money was tight, but it felt wrong to let someone they just met buy them a drink. Keela knew she would find the money for two small drinks for her and Julia. She wasn't sure how, but she would. "Anyway, I'm almost done here. I was only going to get two books, and I think I found the ones I want." She just wanted to double check that the two books she wanted would ones that she really wanted.
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Post by joey macey rayne carter on May 26, 2015 8:17:56 GMT -5
Joey honestly couldn’t imagine herself as a mother. It just wasn’t something that she had given time to since she had returned to civilian life. The army had changed her, for the better she liked to think, and since then a lot of priorities had been flipped on their head for her. She no longer thought about when her next date might be or who it might be with, and the thought of children seemed to be even further from her mind, whereas once before she had gushed and fussed over anything that looked like it could belong to a newborn. These days Joey was focused more on helping others and ensuring that her life was on the line for theirs, which meant she had little room for people who didn’t seem to accept that fact about her. Relationships had died before they had really begun because guys couldn’t handle the idea that Joey would risk her life for others, and had spent the entirety of her adulthood doing that. It was natural to her now and she didn’t want to give that up. Someone asking that of her actually upset her.
Frowning for just a second at Keela’s response, Joey managed another smile. “I insist, really. I don’t get to treat anyone very often these days.” It was true, and something Joey disliked. Whenever she went home her brothers and dad often fought over who would pay the bill because Joey was in town, but she never got to throw in any cash whatsoever. New York was a different story, and there wasn’t really anyone there who Joey was allowed to spoil. If she went out with army friends they all split the tab equally, and those who she worked with at the fire department seemed oddly keen on taking care of themselves. She wasn’t used to having no one to look after, even if it was just for a short while. “I can even meet you over there, grab the best table?” Joey continued, chuckling softly. “In case I’m not already obvious, I’m pretty tough to get away from. Stubborn to the bone, as my dad always told me.” It paid off more times than it didn’t, so she still considered it one of her better qualities, keeping it up there alongside her friendliness.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 14:57:03 GMT -5
Keela Lynn HyllsLet me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. I don't think you even realize baby you'd be saving mine! Being a mom one day had always seem like the natural way to go for Keela. She understood that not everyone wanted to be a parent, and not everyone should be one, but for Keela it was definitely what she wanted for as far back as she could rememeber. She had never once regretted keeping Julia instead of giving her up. Sure, sometimes things got hard, but at the end of the day Keela was glad to have her daughter in her life. Julia was the reason Keela kept going every day.
Keela bit her lip when Joey insisted she buy Keela and Julia a drink. Keela didn't like the idea of someone she just met buying her and Julia a drink. It could honestly back fire in some way. Then again, Joey did seem nice, and maybe she was offering not because she thought she would have something to gain, but because she honestly wanted to. Looking at Julia out of the corner of her eye, Keela slowly nodded. "Okay," she said after a few seconds of thinking. "We'll meet you by the tables in a few minutes."
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Post by joey macey rayne carter on Jun 19, 2015 12:23:36 GMT -5
She didn’t know why it shocked her when old school friends posted pictures of their children on the likes of Facebook or Instagram. Joey had been to the weddings of a few, missed several because she had been stationed in the Middle East when the happy couple exchanged their vows, but seeing them with a family always threw her. Maybe it was because she was so far from being ready for that herself. It only seemed like yesterday sometimes that they were still making plans for who would be able to steal an older sibling’s ID to buy beer for a party. It hardly seemed plausible that nearly everyone she had known back when she was eighteen was settled with a husband or wife and popping out kids now. On some level it actually frightened her, but she shook those fears away because she told herself that they were irrational and baseless.
For the time being though Joey’s life centred around the Fire Department. She got out enough to try other things, but the only constant was her job, and the gym. She was content with that since she was so passionate about her job, but she would obviously be unable to wrestle with fires for the rest of her life. She needed more eventually. Joey just wasn’t in a rush to find that something more. That was why she so friendly to nearly everyone she met. She liked having friends and she never knew when she might need them, or they her.
“Great. I’ll grab us one and see you over there.” Joey smiled, waving at Julia before moving quickly through the displays to the checkout where she paid for the book she had been clutching in her hand the whole time she had been talking with Julia and Keela. At least that was one thing off her to-do list and another thing off her mind. With the book and receipt in a bag, Joey moved to the coffee shop, finding a table for them all that had just been wiped down by one of the employees there. It was in a good spot where Keela should be able to see her easily without having to take too much time looking for her. While Joey waited, she checked her phone, replying to a few messages that had come through silently from friends and colleagues. She liked keeping in touch with people, even if it was just silly comments and jokes at random moments in the day.
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