Emmett Coupland
Mar 16, 2015 11:10:24 GMT -5
Post by Emmett Coupland on Mar 16, 2015 11:10:24 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Emmett Coupland
Nickname: Em, Coup - most do just call her Emmett
Age: Twenty-four
Member Group: Local/Mechanic & Garage Owner [Frye's Auto]
Power(s): Enhanced Agility
Emmett's agility is more advanced than the average person. She has a great sense of coordination and balance, making physical tasks come easier to her than normal. This means she can jump higher and further, sprint short distances quickly, have faster reflexes, and moves more flexibly. This is limited to what the human body can handle, just that these things come naturally to her. For example, she can jump high enough to dunk a basket despite her height of 5'4", yet would not be able to jump on top of a building or some other great height.
Side-effects include extreme fatigue if pushing herself past her own limits, aching muscles and cramps, sore joints, and she is more likely to develop arthritis than the average person. Also, she runs the risk of seriously injuring herself if not paying enough attention. Restlessness can be a common problem for her.
Play By: Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
Let it F L O W . . .
Why don't you get along with him?
He's a prick, that's why.
Age Thirteen.
"Have you thought about joining the softball team?" The asshole sports that she never played, the ones he always asked about. Pretending to be interested. Pretending to care. Fingers tightened around her knees from under the table, the pressure keeping her grounded. Or, at least, it was supposed to. It was a purposeful, verbal stab.
The brunette replied with a shrug of her shoulders. She had no interest in joining a formal team, even for the recreational sports she did choose to play in her free time. "How's Diane?" She asked instead. Fight fire with fire, as they say.
She knew. She even had her name. The woman he did behind their backs while mom was staying away. Only thirteen, Emmett was still young, but not stupid.
He shrugged too. End of conversation, as they always went.
How'd it happen?
Running with the boys.
Age Fourteen
"There's no way you can make that!"
A challenge. One accepted.
Like most children living out the first couple years of their teens, she was invincible. Even more, she was arrogant. Nothing could stop her, especially when some boy said she couldn't do it. An orange ball hit the pavement. Once. Twice. Before the third bounce, Emmett held it within her palms. Half court shot. One she'd fallen short on several times, never once coming close to the hoop.
"Just shoot it already!"
"Shut up!" Emmett snapped back, looking forward again. Another bounce of the ball and she caught it. Knees bent, and with a jump she threw it across the court.
A perfect shot.
"Yes!!" A fist shot into the air, victory ringing in her voice.
Another challenge - one she surely couldn't win. One on one against the junior high captain. She knew the mechanics of basketball. She was never bad at the sport, but this was different. He never managed to touch the ball. At least, not until she handed it to him.
"Nice game, eh?" Maybe the girl shouldn't have grinned so smugly, but pride swelled within her chest as she turned on a heel, headed home. With her back to the boys, she walked off.
"You cheated!" It was her only warning, if even that, before the orange ball was headed in a clear cut trajectory to her turned back. She didn't know what was coming, but she turned on instinct to catch it just before an impact could be made. Far too quickly than she should have been able to.
"Don't be such a sore loser, man." She shot back, passing him the ball on an easy bounce. A quick raise of her eyebrows, and she was grinning. Again, she turned, and this time he didn't dare try a second time.
The usual trek home was easier than ever. Shortcuts proved useful as she hopped a fences and climbed over any obstruction in her path. Time was cut in half, and she felt it.
And it was great. Great until someone came to her home the next day and told her she had to leave. Vermont wasn't far from Toronto, but it was far enough.
Hammel treat you well?
Well enough. Not really the academic type, though.
Age Fifteen
"You're tardy, Miss Coupland."
"Yeah, I know."
"Is this going to happen again?"
"Not gonna lie, ma'am. It probably will."
Called out in front of the class, and she was still grinning.
Your first crush was on a girl?
All my crushes are on girls. But yeah, she was the first. First girlfriend, too. Didn't last long.
Age Sixteen
"I dare you to kiss Emmett!" Dark eyes widened when her name was called out, seemingly from nowhere. There was always a game that ended up happening in the dorms, and this one happened to be within her own. Looking up from comic she held, surprise briefly colored her features at the finger pointing at her.
A tilt of her head, and she offered a lazy glance to girl in question. The one who had been dared to kiss her. Moments later, she offered a laugh. Loud. Enough to cover the sudden stint of nerves that kicked into her stomach.
It was just a brush of lips, but still enough to drive her pulse into her ears. It held on for just a little too long - only a spare moment, but it was enough to know.
So when she pulled away, Emmett raised a hand, pressing it to her cheek to pull her back in.
When did you figure out you wanted to be a mechanic?
When I realized I was good at it.
Age Sixteen
A month after she bought the damn thing, and here it was, broken down on the side of 89. No warranty. No money.
Gritted teeth and a clench fists, a booted foot kicked at the black paint of her car door. "Fuck!" A harsh, uneven breath. "Fuck you!"
It was stupid to get angry, but it was stupid for this to happen, too. After paying for a tow, she had pennies to work with. Finding someone to fix it? That'd be impossible. But hard work washing dishes turned pennies into nickles. Any job would do, and soon she had enough. At least for the parts.
Returning to the car she abandoned in Hammel's parking lot, dark eyes narrowed on the engine as she lifted the hood. This wouldn't be too hard, right?
Did the separation bother you?
No, it bothered mum.
Age Seventeen
A divorce. Really, she'd seen it coming for years. But did they have to wait until Christmas break to announce it? It was something to be said in person, her mother explained. It still felt fresh. An open wound that refused to heal. She could see it in the water that lined her mother's eyes.
Seventeen, and she had no idea what to do. How to bring comfort to the strongest person she knew.
So she hugged her. Held her as she cried. Parted lips wished to offer something, wanting to say that it was okay. But it wasn't okay. It hadn't been for years. At least now it was over.
I thought you loved Toronto.
I do, but I have something here, too.
Age Eighteen
"He wants me to take it over, mum." It wasn't the best time to give such news. Things like this should be said in person, but shock still ran fresh through the Canadian's veins. She was barely making it to graduation. Life had little expectations of her, yet someone saw potential. Someone was giving her a chance.
"You're still a high schooler, how does he expect you to run a garage by yourself?"
Irritation sparked in the back of her mind, pushed away despite the desire to argue that she wasn't as useless as she seemed. That she'd worked there two years and proved herself. "I know this place like the back of my hand, and he's going to teach me the finances before he retires." Graduation was only a month away; once she got passed that, all of her time could be dedicated to the garage without worries of school.
"You want to stay in Vermont?" Emmett squeezed her eyes shut, tossing herself down onto the dormitory bed with a heavy sigh. It wasn't hard to hear the disappointment through the receiver of her phone.
"I do, yeah."
There was silence, and although she wasn't sure how long it lasted, it felt like too long all the same. Nerves took over the brunette as she curled a hand into the sheets. "I'll be able to help. Properly."
"You don't have to he--"
"Mum, please. Just let me do this."
Are you happy with your choice?
Hell yeah.
Age Twenty-three
"Frye's Auto, how can I help ya?" She leaned back in the office chair, black Converse propped up at the top of her desk as she tipped her chair back on two feet. Lunch break was hardly ever a real break - one person handling an entire business left for little time to rest during the work day - and that was fine with Emmett. It was her home - quite literally as she lived above it. Four years, it'd been hers, and nothing was changing that.
"A tow? Aiight, let's take a look here. Where you stuck?" Reaching forward, she managed to grab a notepad and pen. Working with scribbles, Emmett jotted down the address quickly. "Sounds good, man. I'll get there in about fifteen."
Dropping down her chair, the brunette came to an abrupt stand - phone hitting the receiver as she switched the open sign off. Within a minute she was in the small tow truck, music blasting before she made it into first gear. Going a little too fast? Of course. It only made her grin grow.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Sai
Age: Twenty-four
RP Experience: I think I've lost track?
How did you find us?: Spacetalk
Show your S K I L L S . . .
Please look to Penelope Blaise.
