SHINE, LET IT SHINE (EMMETT)

[KAHLAN AIDEEN SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e6e6e6; border-top: #236ea3 5px solid; border-bottom: #236ea3 5px solid; border-right:#236ea3 dotted 1px; border-left:#236ea3 dotted 1px;][atrb=width,160] just don't have the time words: ### tagged: emmett - notes: i apologize for suckage preparing to be a bridesmaid in a wedding was much harder than everyone made it out to be, but she couldn't complain. the wedding between her closest brother and the only woman ever strong enough to love him was a fantasy to kahlan. she loved romance and beautiful things, and connor was far from either of those things. but he was in love with eli, a woman she'd come to love as a sister, and her happiness for connor finding that love filled her to the brim. she cared about other people, perhaps more than herself at times, but that didn't mean she wasn't stressed about arranging this wedding. she called dibs on maid of honor because she was also going to be the only aunt to connor's and eli's baby (at least on the selwyn side), and she wanted everything to be perfect for the wedding. weddings were a hobby of hers, something she loved with a passion. she was intensely girly that way. unzipping the bridesmaid dress down her back, she reached for her jeans she'd laid over the wall of the dressing room. trying to unzip and reach upward at the same time proved impossible, and in her attempts to retrieve the pants, she pushed them over the wall instead of pulling them down toward her. hearing an ominous 'splat' from the other side of the wall, she growled and held the dress around her torso as she opened the door and leaned out to investigate on the state of her jeans. her eyes widened with chagrin as she recognized her dark wash jeans laying in a vat of fresh paint someone had left carelessly uncovered during the repainting of the bridal shop's dressing rooms. her good mood suddenly tarnished by her turn of misfortune, she firmly shut the dressing room door and zipped the dress back up before gathering her shirt and purse. she marched purposefully to the cash registers, informed someone what had happened to her pants (and requested they be fished out of the paint and put in a plastic bag so she could take them home with her), and bought the dress she was wearing so she would have something to drive home in. wearing her bridesmaid dress and carrying her purse and soiled pants in one hand, she exited the bridal shop, hastening to her car. she was already late for her next appointment which was helping eli pick out flowers (since connor adamantly refused to accompany his fiancée on such a menial and feminine task), and she hurried along toward her car. she came up short as she noticed a police officer hovering over the vehicle. this day was going from bad to worse, and quickly. "excuse me, officer," she commented, hoping he would just ignore her and carry on. unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the way her luck was panning out.

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[EMMETT GEORGE WILLIAMS]

Emmett idolized two people whilst growing up. The first was his father, a slightly over-weight police-officer who would come home from work with a variety of exciting stories to tell, stories that would keep Emmett amused for hours. The second was John McClane. Now most police-officers, if you asked them, will recite a long list of bull-shit reasons about why they joined the forces—perhaps they wanted to become a better person, or maybe they wanted to contribute to making the world a better place. But that wasn’t the case for Emmett. No, Emmett joined up because he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his made-up idol. He fantasied for hours about standing on the top of a skyscraper, shooting down at Russian terrorists with a powerful machine gun, and shouting “yippee kay-aye mother fucker” at the top of his voice. Unfortunately however, he soon realised that Boston police-force was far from exciting—at least compared to the Die Hard movies, anyway.

Ticketing was one of the only reasons why Emmett sometimes despised his job. He joined the police-force for some excitement, to be able to point a gun at somebody or to engage in a high-speed car chase, not to put tickets on people’s windshields. Although, whenever Emmett did put a ticket down, he couldn’t help but find amusement in the fact that he was most definitely going to ruin somebody’s day.

He was three hours into his shift and already he was dying for it to be over. He kept looking at his watch every two minutes, hoping that somehow time had miraculously jumped forward a couple of hours. Alas, that was never the case. The fact that he had yet to ticket a single car was also making him cranky. He’d opted to park at the end of the street and walk in an attempt to kill some time and in order to do a thorough check. Emmett wasn’t the type to skip corners if it meant getting a gold start and a pat on the back at the end of the day.

“What is this?” Emmett mumbled under his breath, “an illegally parked car?”

The corners of his lips tugged upwards to form a mischievous grin. He quickly checked the road markings and the signs on the pavement to confirm that he was definitely correct before he pulled out his ticketing gun. Just as he was about to scribble down the appropriate details, he heard a voice directed towards him. He lowered his equipment and turned his head to look at her. His eyes flicked up and down her figure, and he made no attempt to hide the small smirk that appeared at the corner of his lips. She was very attractive. Emmett pursed his lips in appreciation and then quickly diverted his attention back to the matter at hand.

“Is this your vehicle, miss?”

[KAHLAN AIDEEN SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e6e6e6; border-top: #236ea3 5px solid; border-bottom: #236ea3 5px solid; border-right:#236ea3 dotted 1px; border-left:#236ea3 dotted 1px;][atrb=width,160] just don't have the time words: ### tagged: emmett - notes: i apologize for suckage kahlan's head throbbed from the hangover she was still recovering from. apparently she'd gotten herself thoroughly soused when she'd allowed finn to drag her out to a bar the day before, and she didn't remember most of it. surely she had embarrassed herself, but finn wouldn't give her the details. she could be irritated with him for not telling her what had happened, but part of her was relieved. if she'd danced naked in the streets or something, she'd be so mortified she would never live it down. her childhood friend knew her well enough to keep it to himself. with her headache coupled with the fact that she'd ruined her pants and was wearing a bridesmaid's dress, she wasn't in the mood to be hassled by a cop. she was ornery and annoyed with herself, and she was half-tempted to call in her clout as a selwyn just so she would be left alone. her sister-in-law to be needed her, and she only had an hour to go home, change her clothes, and return to help eli pick out flowers. reaching in her purse, she fished out two advil and swallowed them, hoping beyond hope that her headache would go away or lessen enough that she didn't feel like throwing up. she'd already been violently ill that morning, and, although she'd recovered from the initial hangover symptoms and put her make-up on so her face resembled its usual rosy self, she wasn't particularly in the mood for being sick again. "yes, this is my car. is there a problem, officer? i really should be on my way," she commented as kindly as possible. she knew it was a bad idea to be bitchy to a policeman, but she wasn't in a terribly good mood. at least she looked presentable in the bridesmaid dress eli had allowed her to pick out herself. it flattered her figure and the pleasant green hue accented her naturally green eyes nicely. she was thankful she'd been shopping when her pants were ruined or she would be in an even worse mess than she currently was.

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