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Post by joey macey rayne carter on May 23, 2015 11:43:29 GMT -5
  Joey knew what it was like to come back from serving in the military and just fall back into civilian life. It wasn’t easy. She had adapted pretty well in what she thought had been a reasonable time, but Joey had also reached out to people who had understood. She had her family back in Grand Junction who had always supported her even when they wished she would do a million different things with her life, but they only knew of the experiences of war Joey had told them about. When it came to needing support beyond that, she turned to the old military college where she had studied, and the friends she had made from her comrades. They were all in the same boat when they left the service, and they all experience the same sensation of being out of sorts as they adjusted to life once more. It had taken Joey a little while to figure out what she wanted to do with her life after she had moved into her apartment and her uniform was just something that hung up in a wardrobe and sand was something she saw only at the beach again.
Being a firefighter was completely different to being a Captain serving in the military police, but it gave Joey the same fulfilment. She was making a different, risking her life to make things better for others. She hadn’t yet been able to find the words to explain why she enjoyed putting her life on the line, but for those who had been there themselves they didn’t need the petite brunette to explain herself; they just got it. Her family weren’t quite there yet, but they reluctantly accepted that their words weren’t going to change their daughter. She was the type who had always been stubborn, and once her mind was set on something there had never been a way to alter the direction of her thoughts. It was one of the many qualities that made Joey, Joey.
Another thing that made the small brunette the woman she was her belief that there was no healthy was of forgetting everything they went through during their years of service. She didn’t recommend it, and whilst she accepting that not everyone wanted to reminisce, she also didn’t think it wise that people ignored it either. It was one of the reasons why she kept in touch with everyone she knew from her time serving, as well as those she had met since moving to New York City for both military college, and after her service. Today was one of the days when she was having lunch with a friend who had seen all of the same hellish things she had, and lived through some of the nightmares she had been through. They both bore their scars of war, and now tried to get on with a ‘normal’ kind of life – whatever that was supposed to be. Walking into the restaurant, Joey gave her name over to the waiter who greeted her and he checked off the reservation, escorting her over to the table for two and asking if he could get her a drink while she waited for her guest. Joey ordered a glass of water and cracked her wrists, glancing around at what looked to be a quiet lunch hour. She just hoped Graham didn’t keep her waiting too long; she was hungry after her morning workout.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2015 21:01:26 GMT -5
Adjusting to civilian life wasn't as bad as Graham had expected. The first few years were rough, yes, but that was mostly because he was just getting used to having a prosthetic leg and losing his sister at the same time. Since moving to New York, though, he had found that things were a lot easier than he thought they would be. He had heard horror stories of people never adjusting and just turning to alcohol and drugs for support. He had also heard of veterans becoming homeless because there were no jobs anymore. Graham thanked his lucky stars that he had never been a big drinker and that he had gone through medical school.
Graham had a great job as an emergency surgeon at the local hospital. He had a great apartment. He was starting to get into his routine of working out in the mornings before work. He had at least eighty hour work weeks, so having a set time to work out was a must for him. Working out kept him sane. He knew that. He had known that since he was a teenager. Surprisingly, he made a new friend here. She reminded him of his little sister a lot. They didn't look alike physically, but they both had an innocent, bubbly look to them. They both had the same stubborn attitudes, which he missed. He missed bickering with Audrey over silly things. He missed her smart mouth shooting down his ideas. But at the same time, she was one of the sweetest people you could have ever met. Joey was kind, too.
The first time he had met Joey, he went through a few weeks of a depressive episode because she reminded him of his sister so much. But, he realized that he would rather have someone in his life that reminded him and acted like his little sister. Joey could never replace Audrey, but there was no harm in letting himself love Joey like a sister. Today, he was meeting up with her for lunch. He had just finished up a surgery on a car wreck victim, which had taken six hours.
He quickly changed clothes, realizing he was twenty minutes late for their reservation. He knew he was going to get chewed out for it, but that was okay. It's not like he could've just stopped the surgery in the middle and left. He knew Joey would understand that. He ran, yes ran, to the restaurant, going over to Joey, not even bothering to check in with the hostess.
"I'm so sorry I'm late. I had a surgery."
He blabbed out, sitting down across from her. He smiled at her, clasping his hands, placing them on top of the menu.
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Post by joey macey rayne carter on May 30, 2015 6:47:54 GMT -5
Even when she was in the army Joey never would have thought that she would be a firefighter upon her return to civilian life. Now she couldn’t see another future for herself. Maybe she had a complex that meant she had to play the hero from time to time, but Joey didn’t dwell on the reason or the why. She just knew she was good at it, she enjoyed it, and it was a job someone had to do. After everything she had done during her time serving she never would have been able to put her linguistics qualifications to use in an office at some tedious nine to five. Joey had a taste for the adrenaline rush and whilst she was still young she wanted to keep chasing that, keep running into the danger and doing what she could to save lives and keep people safe. It might give her parents and brothers something to worry about at night in Colorado, but she had explained to them that it was something she couldn’t just walk away from without feeling guilty or terrible.
She liked keeping in touch with people who could understand that, having friends who had come back from a life in the military. It was nice to just hang out with them even if they never even uttered a word about service time while they were in each other’s company. Just being around people was enough for Joey. She looked over the menu whilst she waited for Graham, opting for a grilled chicken with a Mediterranean side salad. Joey didn’t order it though, choosing to be polite and wait for her companion even if he was running late. Joey checked her phone in case there was a missed call or a text message from Graham, but all she had was the wallpaper of herself with two of the guys from work when they had been goofing off during some quiet time at the fire station staring back at her.
Laughing at him when he did run in, she shook her head and brushed it off. She knew that if he were going to cancel or miss there would have been a call. “Damn those emergencies.” She joked, though she knew just as well how they could interrupt plans. She still worked with the emergency services, and she knew how they could stretch out a shift when they came ringing through the station, sending everyone running to the truck and blasting the sirens through the city. “Just order your food before my stomach eats itself.” She grinned, tucking her hair back behind her ear.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 21:43:46 GMT -5
Graham's eyes quickly scanned the menu as Joey spoke. He let out a brief chuckle at her statement, distracted by what he was going to order. Plus, his brain was a little numb from working on a tedious surgery for six hours straight. Which reminded him that he had to use the restroom after he ordered his food. It had been at least six hours since he had gone. That's all he knew about that matter.
He ran his finger down the page as he read the menu, in the mood for something at least somewhat healthy. He stopped on the salad section, tilting his head from side to side as he thought about what he wanted. Did he want the house salad with grilled chicken and vinegar? Or did he want a grilled chicken sandwich? Or both? Did he want both? Was he that hungry? As he asked himself those questions, he looked down at his stomach just as it growled. He let a smile appear on his face as she set the menu down.
"Okay, okay. Hold your horses. I know exactly what I want."
He told her.
"Now you just have to wait on the waitress to take our order. Whether or not your stomach let's you live or not is up to her."
He joked, rubbing at his eyes, blinking hard.
"God, I don't know what made me think I could stand in one spot for hours on end."
He muttered, complaining about his choice in career.
"I literally stood still for six hours today, trying to fix this man's intestines all because he couldn't have been bothered to look both ways before walking across an intersection."
He told her.
"Sometimes it amazes me how ignorant people can be, especially in New York. They think they're entitled to everything."
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Post by joey macey rayne carter on Aug 10, 2015 17:23:21 GMT -5
Joey had transitioned to civilian life reasonably well after she left the military. She had even surprised herself with how well she had settled back in to a normal life. There was the occasional nightmare or something in the street that would spark a defensive reaction from the petite brunette, but they were few and far between. Hell, working the job she had now brought about sleepless nights and health concerns just as much. She didn’t like comparing the two, but there were times when she had to or else people said the wrong thing or worried about her. The last thing Joey wanted was for the people she cared about to fret and fuss about the life she had chosen to live. She had no regrets over the choices she had made, even if they were tough ones and carried heavy burdens and horrific sights.
Rolling her eyes, Joey let out a loud sigh. Graham could be so pragmatic at times that she wondered if he ever just kicked back and had some fun. “Considering I’m having lunch with a surgeon, I’d like to think I’m not about to die at all.” She commented, reaching for her glass of water. She rarely spoke candidly about death, knowing that it upset too many people when she really did live a life where every day could be her last. Joey knew it didn’t do well to dwell on that sort of thing though. Nothing good could come from it and she had lost too many good friends over the years, and she wasn’t even thirty yet.
“Insanity. It happens to the best of us.” She answered with a small shrug. “Why else would I run into flames?” She asked rhetorically, pausing only to give the waitress her order when she approached the table with a smile and her notepad in hand. Taking another sip of her water, Joey continued after she had moved away. “That’s not just New York. That’s most cities on the planet. We just forget that after everything.” She shrugged again. It really was easy to forget how materialistic and ignorant life could be when you were in the middle of a warzone and trained to be a soldier before anything else. It wasn’t something that went away once you stepped out of the uniform either. Joey had become aware of that instantly and she still recognised her differences when she was out with friends who had never seen the frontline.
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