Diesel N. Al'Aeshi --- 26 {Sept. 4} --- Lead Singer/Guitarist in Band [spoili]Sporadic Schedule ... no upcoming shows or rehearsals until about two months after the wedding[/spoili] ---
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When his wife-to-be shot up and ran to the bathroom, Di also stood quickly and followed to the bathroom door, making sure she was alright. When she mentioned going to urgent care, Diesel let out a sigh of relief. Even though neither of them went to the doctor very often, and though he had stopped trying to urge her to go when she was sick, it took all of his self-control not to force her to go many times. "Yeah, c'mon baby" he said gently, flicking the television off and draping the blanket around her shoulders on the way out.
Helping her up into his truck, Di walked to the other side, climbed in and revved the engine briefly before the old truck started off down the roads and finding his way to the urgent care facility. Grimacing at the parking lot, Diesel didn't say anything, just mentally hoped that the other vehicles were the employees or visitors on another lot yet also preparing for a long wait.
When they got in, Diesel made Sandra sit in the only available chair in the waiting room while he stood next to her, gently massaging her shoulders as they waited. When his red-haired beauty was finally called in he leaned against the wall after briefly pacing while he waited for her return so they could get to the pharmacy.
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The entire urgent care scenario used roughly two hours of their time, then traveling to the pharmacy to get something to help with nausea and other symptoms. By about three in the afternoon they were finished with anything medical and Diesel swung by Bready Bites on the way back to the apartment complex. It wasn't a place he went too much as he preferred healthier options or burgers, but they were known for their bread bowls ... so he figured a bowl of soup might help Sandra some more... and he managed to obtain a salad bowl ... he would just end up not eating most of the bread. When they got back and settled into the apartment again, Diesel spent some more time with his favorite lady, just relaxing and trying to keep her comfortable, already having determined he would more than likely be spending the night.
Montague E. Iblemen --- 35 {Mar. 30} --- Manager/Director at Performing Arts Center [spoili]Mon/Wed/Thurs -- 8am to 4pm
Tues/Fri -- 1030am to 7pm
Sat -- 11am to 1pm[/spoili] ---
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Aya M. Iblemen --- 10 {Sept. 24} --- 5th Grade [spoili]Mon-Fri -- 730am to 330pm ; School
Sun/Mon/Wed -- 4pm to 515pm ; Ballet
Tues -- 330pm to 5pm ; Girl Scouts
Thurs -- 4pm to 5pm ; Voice
Sat/Sun -- 8am to 1115am ; Acting/Modeling
Sat/Sun -- 1130am to 1245pm ; Voice
Sat/Sun -- 130pm to 330pm ; Gymnastics[/spoili] ---
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Maximus C. Iblemen --- 8 {Sept. 22} --- 2nd Grade [spoili]Mon-Fri -- 730am to 330pm[/spoili] ---
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Leighton M. Iblemen --- 4 {Apr. 9} --- Pre-K ; 2nd Yr [spoili]Tues-Thurs -- 9am to 2pm[/spoili] ---
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Splendora A. Dawson --- 62 {Apr. 22} --- USF History Dean [spoili]Mon-Fri -- 630am to 230pm[/spoili] ---
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Sitting at the table, Montague collected the kids orders and did the ordering for everyone as to minimize confusion for the young and seemingly naive waiter. He made small talk with all his kids, or attempted to. Aya was always willing to talk, and Rowan was his little bug that he could always rely on ... Max... he was another story, a very frustrating one.
The group ate quickly and Monty paid with his card while the kids enjoyed a lava cake. When everyone was finished they herded back to the car where Maximus was banished to the back seats for his continued rotten behavior, thus allowing Aya to move up since Rowan was still too young and small. When they got to Gymnastics, Aya placed her and her sister's stuff in her locker before walking onto the tumbling mat where stretching usually happened. She was average for her age in skills, but only a level four for competitions as she chose not to move up because she didn't always go to the competitions, thus meaning she was capable of skills more advanced than she competed, and regularly practiced them. Maybe next season she would try to go to level five... but currently she had to master her beam routine... her absolute least favorite.
While waiting for the girls practice to finish up at three-thirty, Montague switched between making a few calls, keeping an eye on Max and watching his two acrobats. Maximus had a couple friends who happened to be there today, also dragged along while they watched their siblings practice. Mathais [or Matty as he was called] was actually Maximus' best friend and was there waiting for his sister Leia and brother Tyson, so it put the grump in a more pleasing mood for a short period.
Making a few little grunting noises as he struggled out of the blanket, the tummy was bothering him already, and soon Leighton's face was growing red as the tears spilled down his cheeks while he wiggled and wreathed around, trying to be comfortable and not yucky feeling.
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Gymnastics went by in a blur and soon the group was back home, luckily nothing went seriously wrong, it was just a standard practice, with a standard amount of falls and children having to pick themselves up off of the padded ground or climbing out of the foam pit that Aya claimed was so much fun to swing into using the climbing rope.
Monty was told he didn't have to pick dinner up as they could just order in Pizza or Chinese or Sushi or something of that sort. Entering through the garage entrance, Monty walked through the halls and knocked quietly before pushing open the door to his room to check on his kids and wife. Placing a kiss on each of their foreheads, Montague sits on the edge of the bed and gently pulls Luca into his lap to check on the youngest, and almost certainly final, Iblemen. Cradling the three year old, Monty looked over to his wife "Anything I can do ... and anything specific you want to order in?"
When they got back in the house, Aya placed her water bottle in the sink and grabbed a clementine off the kitchen island which she peeled, tossed the outside away, and headed into her room with the citrus fruit to sit on her bed and wonder whether to bathe now or after dinner. She was annoyed with herself for still not having her non-competing beam routine down ... and super mad that she still let her fear of the high beam rattle her whenever she was on it. The four foot structure was only seven and three-quarter inches shorter than her.
"Finally" Max breathed when they stopped in the garage. He was the first one out the car and in the house, having already disappeared into his black hole of a room letting the door slam closed behind him when the others followed. Almost immediately he turned on his tv, jumped on the bed and started flipping through channels.
Leighton threw up twice more before the rest of the family got home, but he had managed to do what his mom said and got most of it in the garbage can next to the bed... and completely missed getting it on himself. When his dad came in, Leigh opened his eyes for a minute only to close them again, his tummy feeling a little better, but not wanting to leave his mom's side... even if it did get too hot sometimes.
Splendora had managed to make this into a very productive saturday. The toddler room was spotless and germ-free, including keeping a window open [but the bedroom door closed to keep the cool air from chilling everyone]. As things seemed to settle down she took a moment to sit on the living room couch, a fresh cup of steaming tea on the coffee table, and Sinbad curled up next to her, purring as she moved her hand over his fluffiness from time to time.
Dakota H. Winters-MacManus --- 26 {Dec. 13} --- Florist [spoili]Owner of Daisy Delights
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Mon/Thurs/Sat -- 1230pm to 430pm[/spoili] ---
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Bretton F. MacManus --- N/A {Mar. 10} --- Born 6 Weeks Early
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Upon pulling into the parking lot, Daisy parked in one of the furthest spots,liking to leave the closest and more highly sought spaces for customers. "Alright baby, let's go" she smiled gently as she pulled the key from the ignition before walking to the back door opposite her and scooping up her eldest.
Walking into the store Dakota smiled and breathed in the fragrant scent of all the flowers "Thanks John. See you later" she said happily as her co worker gave a simple nod before leaving. It was still a fairly small business, but she did have a decent handful of employees. Weekends could be stressful for everyone though. They were usually the busiest. Setting Hailey down in the back by a pile of dirt, Dakota joined hew mid-shift cashier to help the small line that had formed.
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As soon as four-thirty hit Dakota locked the door so no one else could enter the store and she walked back to the storage area to pick up her daughter, brush her off a little and wash her hands so they could go home and get ready for dinner.
Cambree A. Nash --- 25 {Dec. 16} --- Nature/Wildlife Photographer [spoili]Semi-Sporadic Schedule ... sent on various excursions from time-to-time
Wed-Fri -- 6am to 11am & 730pm to 12am[/spoili] ---
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When four thirty rolled around, Cambree placed the book she had been reading down and hopped up from her place on the couch. "C'mon Beast, let's go see if Jared is up yet... and what he wants to do about dinner" she smirked gently as she scooped the large cat up in her arms and secured his working vest. "Remind me to give you a good brushing later. we don't need your pretty fur matting up my handsome kitty" she chided herself as she put her epilepsy warning maine coon back on the ground and walked out of her apartment.
Walking down two floors and a few doors to the left, Cambree raised a closed fist and knocked three times before waiting for her new beau to answer. Luckily she was always patient, so any waiting time for the tenessee native wouldn't bother her at all.
Delilah Q. Morrison --- 32 {Oct. 15} --- Travel Photographer [spoili]Sporadic Schedule ... she chooses when she wants to travel and which projects she wants to take on.[/spoili] ---
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Lavender M. Morrison --- 6 {Jun. 21} --- 1st Grade [spoili]Mon-Fri -- 730am to 330pm ; School
Mon -- 430pm to 530pm ; Jazz
Tues -- 345pm to 5pm ; Soccer
Thurs -- 4pm to 5pm ; Tap
Sat -- 10am to 11am ; Ballet
Sat -- 1pm to 3pm ; Soccer [from March 20th to June 19th & July 30th to October 21st][/spoili] ---
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Collin E. Morrison --- 4 {Feb. 15} --- Pre-K; 2nd Yr [spoili]Tues-Thurs -- 9am to 2pm[/spoili] ---
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A few minutes after the boys left Delilah stood, collected the paper plates, napkins and juice boxes, tossed them away and herded out with their eldest child. Noticing the odd, scuffling walk, dee giggled softly and pointed out to her dark haired beauty that her shoes were on backwards. After being told she didn't need the extra help to switch them, Delilah watched for a minute while her first grader fiddled before traveling to the drivers seat and heading off for the last soccer game, a scrimage match against themselves. As soon as she stopped the car it took lavender almost no time at all to undo her carseat and run out of the car fast as her little legs could go. Tugging on the soccer bag and the brownies, Delilah followed after her adventurous girl, placing the soccer bag by the other players bags and the brownies on a bench that was also hold a case of gatorades, a bucket of ice, first aid kit, a platter of bakery cookies, and a large cardboard box that definitely held all the trophies. Claiming a spot on the bleachers big enough for herself, husband and the little guys, Del cheered Lavi on happily.
When they got to the work place, Colin let his eyes wander around for a few moments too, looking at anything he could see. "Hi!" he greeted the secretary when his dad placed them in her care. The younger twin gave little answers to the simple questions while he looked, resisting every urge he could to go play.
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"Mamam!" Colin yeled excitedly as he ran over, doing his best not to trip over his own feet. Smiling he wrapped his arms around the blonde woman's neck as she lifted him onto her lap. "Cheer for sissy" she smiled, encouraging the boys. This was the best time for them to get their energy out and use their 'outside voices'... so she liked to put it to good use. Looking over at her husband she leaned over and kissed his cheek quickly "Everything alright in the shop?" she asked, momentarily turning her attention away from the game. Lavender was being a goalie for now [one of her favorite positions], and no one was down by her at the moment anyway.
As the game dwindled down, the kids growing tired and the sun starting to set, Everyone agreed it could be a tie since it was 'just one team anyway'. Lavender stood arm-in-arm-in-arm with three of her closer friends as they all huddled together, drinking gaterade, munching on a sweet treat and shreiking with laughter as icy water was poured over the team ... and then the coaches [with a little help from a dad who needed to lift the heavy barrel]. Shortly after everyone was soaked, the trophies were handed out. As was the day in age, everyone received a participation trophy. Lavender got a blue and white ribbon with a bronze-colored metal soccerball attached to some flames on the end for having the third fastest sprint on the team [the other two went to the two nine year olds who were taller than all of the other kids, most of whom fell in the seven-and-eight year old category. Lav was a bit advanced].
Alec R. O'Sullivan --- 29 {Aug. 23} --- Firefighter [spoili]Two-Week Rotations -- he will stay at the firehouse for 3-4 days in a row [usually he tries M-W/Th], then be home the rest of the week, after two weeks he does 7am to 330pm for a M-F week, then on-call for a Su-Sa week, then repeat[/spoili] ---
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Kennadie H. O'Sullivan --- 5 {May 21} --- Kindergarten [spoili]Mon-Fri -- 1030am to 230pm ; school [same school as everyone else... kindergarten is half day]
Sat/Sun -- 9am to 12pm ; Equestrian
Mon/Wed/Thurs -- 330pm to 530pm ; Gymnastics
Fri -- 5pm to 630pm ; Swimming[/spoili] ---
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As they all sat down to eat lunch, Alec gave a nod as he cut into his peice of chicken, still giving his wife a concerned look. Their grandma would be watching them later tonight anyway, since the parents had planned a dinner date, so he figured that was when she would tell him.
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When everyone was finished he collected the dirty dishes and brought them to the sink, beginning to hand wash things. Coming from a very poor upbringing, Alec rarely used things like the dishwasher, unless it was a really big load or something. "Why don't you two take a nap or watch a movie for now. Nana will be around fairly soon okay" he said lightly to the kids as he dried his hands. Kennadie nodded in response and bent her knees to bend down to her brother's height "wanna come jump on my bed?" she whispered into her brothers ear. She loved playing with her brother ... she did want a sister too ... but then that would probably make her brother lonely, so she also wanted another brother ... yeah, a boy and a girl... that would be great!
Clover H. Cleveland-Cunningham --- 24 {Feb. 3} --- U.S. Diplomat [spoili]Most of the time she works from home, averaging about 3 or 4 days a week in her office [roughly 28 to 40 hours a week] taking care of business over the phone or computer. She travels often for her job, usually once a month or once every other month. Her trips can range from overnight up to four or more months.[/spoili] ---
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Peyton S. Lupin --- 7 {Dec. 9} --- 1st Grade [spoili]Mon-Fri -- 730am to 330pm ; school
Mon/Wed -- 4pm to 6pm ; Piano/Keyboard
Tue/Thurs -- 4pm to 515pm ; Hip Hop
Fri -- 5pm to 7pm ; general dance
Sat/Sun -- All Day ; Nutcracker [from October 1st to January 21st][/spoili] --- Lives with Derek 2wks/mo ---
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Annamae O. Lupin --- 3 {Dec. 7} --- Pre-K; 1st Year [spoili]Tues-Thurs -- 9am to 2pm ; School
Mon/Wed/Fri/Sat -- 3pm to 530pm ; Gymnastics
Sat/Sun -- 11am to 2pm ; Dance[/spoili] --- Lives with Derek 2wks/mo ---
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Annie nodded and slipped her hand into Peyton's while they walked back into the dance room behind their teacher. She was already in her ballet slippers and outfit and all, but the older boy helped her hang her bag and sweater up before they proceeded to warm up and be taught. Annie wasn't planning to do nut cracker, just regular dance, so she was allowed to leave when her lesson finished at 2, so she could eat lunch quickly before going to gymnastics at 3 [her preferred sport].
Because Peyton was one of only about four boys in the entire nutcracker practice, and he was the talest and eldest of the male kids, he had a bigger part ... which always made him glad. One day he really wanted to be a dancer professionally ... maybe for broadway or movies or the american ballet or something. Unlike his sister who left earlier though, Pey was in dance class all day, including after the three year old left.
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Giggling as she was flipped over the low bar, her instructor taking good car of her, Annamae kept bouncing up and down, eagerly waiting for her turn to do the tricks the class was learning during their practice.
Peyton stood at the back and watched for a few minutes while some of the older students rehearsed their parts. It was a much needed break after doing grand leaps and turns across the floor for the last hour [at least it felt like the last hour]. He was a bit curious who would be finished first today ... himself at dance or his sister at gym.
As soon as the plane touched down safely in DC, Clover took her phone off of airplane mode and let out a dragged out sigh when it began buzzing almost immediately. Three texts and a voice message from her boss ... one of which simply just said dry cleaning pick up with an address about four blocks from her hotel. Apparently she was not just a UN member, but also dubbling as the asshat's secretary for the trip. In addition to the work messages she had a welcome voicemail from the man she loved, and a voicemail ... a most likely awful one, from the man she used to love. Opting to listen to Darrell's first, Clo couldn't help but smile as she set out running her fingers over the screen
-Hi baby. He did leave a message, haven't listened to it yet, but pretty sure it won't be pleasant. Don't worry about that. Those things happen. and whatever derek's issue is he'll have to grow up and take like a man. love you.will call later tonight once I get to my hotel.- she clicked the send icon, adding a heart balloon effect before heading to the baggage carousel to find her suitcase. She would deal with whatever her ex wanted when she got her belongings and into her hotel room.
Of course the inevitable would happen and the one time she opted to use a checked bag for a short, national trip, her luggage would be lost. Sighing as she shouldered her pocketbook, Clo fiddled with the room confirmation on her phone as she climbed into the uber. Looks like she would also be stopping at a mall to pick up a business outfit and a few other things in case it was still back at the san diego airport. Once the hotel hassel was out of the way she plopped down on the bed , laying flat on the matress befoe pressing play on Derek's message. She didn't even bother holding it near her ear, his voice loud and angry. Sighing she glanced at the time. Both kids would still be in their activities, so this was probably best a time as ever. Calling him back, Clover sighed and eventually began talking "What the hell Derek. I left you a message as soon as I found out about the predicament. I know it was last minute, but I didn't have much of a choice. You really think I like this bull. I even said you or your girlfriend could pick them up if you wanted. Neither of us heard back from you so I asked
my husband to drop them off."
Nixon W. Iliev --- 30 {Dec. 31} --- Astronomer [spoili]Wed/Thurs/Sun -- 2am to 10am
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Chuckling softly, Nixon nodded and kissed the top of her head "Its a date girlie, but I think Goldie might want to join in on our walk, so you take your pup and I'll take mine" he said gently, stnading up and placing her on the floor.
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"So what do we want to see. Trolls, Moana, or that movie about the ducks?" he asked the child as they stoof in line at the movie theater, him reading off the ones that sounded appropriate. Later they were grabbing food, but he still wasn't sure what she wanted... truth be told, Nixon wanted to try the new wing place down town.
Elsie P. Kiss --- 23 {May 3} --- Dance Teacher & P/T Batender [spoili]Mon/Wed/Thurs -- 1pm to 8pm ; Dance
Sat/Sun -- 8am to 6pm ; Dance
Fri/Sat/Sun -- 11pm to 4am ; Batending[/spoili] --- Ex to Darrell ---
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Nodding, lsie gave a half smile "yeah, Darrell and I just don't interact much, we try to keep it that way" she said lightly, bringing her arms back in a stretch before taking a sip of coffee. Checking the time she stood and twisted a bit to crack her back. "I'm running to arby's really uick. Want anything?" she asked.
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The trip to the fast food joint had been fast and uneventful. She got a hot roastbeef and swiss with horseradish and mayo and curly fries to go and brought it back to the studio to munch on behind the counter. The rest of her day seemed like it would be much the same. Continuing to work here at her partially owned studio until six, then a few hours with her boyfriend and his kids, then leaving again to go bartend.
Hyder P. Winston --- 33 {Jul. 18} --- Sports Illustrated Photographer [spoili]sporadic schedule ... chooses which assignments he wants and whatnot [usually at least... sometimes they are assigned to him][/spoili] ---
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"Ugh ... fine... you and your sweet talkin'" Hyder sighed, pretending annoyance as he parked and climbed out, following his fiance into the dance room. he knew she carried a pair of his shoes in the bag as well... and honestly, he did enjoy this once in a while.
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[I think their just still dancing... so I'm going off of Amber's next post XD]
