Post by emmett elijah corcoran on Mar 23, 2015 22:08:31 GMT -5
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EMMETT ELIJAH CORCORAN
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positive traits
neutral traits
negative traits
habits
future goals
dreams
fears
he never expected things to be so different than they actually were. he never expected his life to go out like this. to be filling out papers for divorce. to get away from the person he thought he could trust with his whole heart for the rest of his life. the girl he thought was the girl of his dreams, obviously she wasn't his soul mate to begin with. it wasn't something that was meant to be and only time could have told what was to become of what happened. and yet everything seemed to be played out like it was expected to happen. like the gut feeling that sat at the pit of his stomach, just churning away at the thought that was something was. he always had that feeling, but never took it upon himself to investigate it any further. there wasn't any need for it. not until it was a stabbing and eerie pain that arose for no apparent reason. the eerie silence that had came across him when he walked through the doorway, the way the house had seemed almost too still. the lights off in every single room, but the bedroom. the flicker of candle light swaying back and forth. the smell of perfume rising from underneath the door. the feeling that his wife would be waiting for his arrival after a long day's work. it had only seemed like it was a dream. a dream that turned nightmarish far too fast. the feeling of guilt and anger. the feeling that arose from within him that had never been seen. the chase had begin when he walked in. the sight of two bodies intertwined with one another. his wife and another. the sight far too drastic for detail, the breaking of glass. the slip of noise breaking the silence. the yelling of threats and amble noise of fighting back tears and disgust. the feeling of defeat and being broken, the betrayal and denial wasn't something he was ready for. the yelling continued. yelling for her to leave. to take her shit and leave. to pack what she could and get the hell out of the house he paid for. the house he bought and the thought that they would expand their family. except he made his mind up, she could keep the filthy house herself, for it was her who did the deed. the deed in their shared bed, he wanted to have nothing to do with the place he thought was his sanctuary. his escape from the outside world. destroy in the metaphorical fire. the destruction of trust abolished in front of him. he didn't deserve this. he didn't deserve any of it.
they had been together for years, for a while it was an on and off relationship before they became serious with one another. they found the time to make it happened. they had been together for four years, four years dating. four years of marriage as well. a grand total of eight years together. and all of it wasted. they weren't really high school sweethearts. they grew up together, but never saw each other as someone they would love until later in life. until their feelings grew, but things changed. life around them changed as well. the stress of work and the paying of bills added up over time. it felt as if he had been the one doing everything. paying for everything, making sure she was happy. making sure she was content with what they had. making sure that she was comfortable, and yet he was blindsided. blindside with betrayal, and discomfort. his safety betrayed and broken. his trust down the drain the honesty flaring up with remorse of his own guilt of not being there completely to make her feel happy. it wasn't something he had planned in the first place. but it also wasn't something he saw coming.
dressed in a suit and tie, he sat on the opposite side of the court. waiting their turn in the divorce court. ready to wavier whatever they had to each other. whatever they divided up and gave to one another as well. he didn't care what he received, he wanted her out of his life. he felt broken and defeated. he would have gave her everything, but kept his own money if he could. but he knew better, she was needy and barely worked a day in her life. she was a housewife who didn't have children. a housewife who stayed home and did who the hell knows what. he didn't quite know what she did, but she obviously didn't expect him to arrive home that night when he did. expecting to have more time and more pleasure being the mistress to the man she was seeing. the one she was screwing, the one that gave her the attention she needed and desired. while he lacked that department, he should have known that she needed more attention in her life. he should have seen the signs that it was obvious he was neglecting her. and yet she never spoke up about it. they talked like they used to. they were drifting apart little by little each and every day. he put himself more into his work, in counseling and telling people of what they could do to fix their relationship with one another, that he neglected his own relationships. he neglected the relationship he had with his wife, his ex-wife now, but he neglected her. he didn't take his own advice to see that there was decay in their relationship. they only had each other to hold each other together, they didn't have children. they thought about it many times, but it never seemed to come up about when they wanted to start a family. it seemed as if she wasn't never really ready to start. she was either to distressed or too displeased with something that she never wanted to continue with anything.
- rational
- faithful
- approachable
neutral traits
- apathetic
- introverted
- assertive
negative traits
- conceited
- pessimistic
- contrite
habits
- keeping to himself while in a public place.
- having better advice for his patients that for himself, and making them feel better while he sits and pouts (metaphorically).
- having long conversations with himself about something petty and stupid.
future goals
- to get his life back in working order after the long and awful divorce proceedings.
- figure out a way to live his life to the fullest without being so down and gloomy and broody all the time.
- get back to enjoying his career choice and helping people who need it.
dreams
- to have children at some point in his life.
- to have karma bite people in the ass for doing wrong to those who don't deserve the crap they were given in the first place.
- find someone who won't treat him like crap and back stab him in the head for any reason.
fears
- going through the same problems he has just gone through with his ex-wife and the hefty battle of their divorce.
- having a love one cheat on him. (again)
- dying alone without anyone around to know that he either died or was in the process of dying.
he never expected things to be so different than they actually were. he never expected his life to go out like this. to be filling out papers for divorce. to get away from the person he thought he could trust with his whole heart for the rest of his life. the girl he thought was the girl of his dreams, obviously she wasn't his soul mate to begin with. it wasn't something that was meant to be and only time could have told what was to become of what happened. and yet everything seemed to be played out like it was expected to happen. like the gut feeling that sat at the pit of his stomach, just churning away at the thought that was something was. he always had that feeling, but never took it upon himself to investigate it any further. there wasn't any need for it. not until it was a stabbing and eerie pain that arose for no apparent reason. the eerie silence that had came across him when he walked through the doorway, the way the house had seemed almost too still. the lights off in every single room, but the bedroom. the flicker of candle light swaying back and forth. the smell of perfume rising from underneath the door. the feeling that his wife would be waiting for his arrival after a long day's work. it had only seemed like it was a dream. a dream that turned nightmarish far too fast. the feeling of guilt and anger. the feeling that arose from within him that had never been seen. the chase had begin when he walked in. the sight of two bodies intertwined with one another. his wife and another. the sight far too drastic for detail, the breaking of glass. the slip of noise breaking the silence. the yelling of threats and amble noise of fighting back tears and disgust. the feeling of defeat and being broken, the betrayal and denial wasn't something he was ready for. the yelling continued. yelling for her to leave. to take her shit and leave. to pack what she could and get the hell out of the house he paid for. the house he bought and the thought that they would expand their family. except he made his mind up, she could keep the filthy house herself, for it was her who did the deed. the deed in their shared bed, he wanted to have nothing to do with the place he thought was his sanctuary. his escape from the outside world. destroy in the metaphorical fire. the destruction of trust abolished in front of him. he didn't deserve this. he didn't deserve any of it.
they had been together for years, for a while it was an on and off relationship before they became serious with one another. they found the time to make it happened. they had been together for four years, four years dating. four years of marriage as well. a grand total of eight years together. and all of it wasted. they weren't really high school sweethearts. they grew up together, but never saw each other as someone they would love until later in life. until their feelings grew, but things changed. life around them changed as well. the stress of work and the paying of bills added up over time. it felt as if he had been the one doing everything. paying for everything, making sure she was happy. making sure she was content with what they had. making sure that she was comfortable, and yet he was blindsided. blindside with betrayal, and discomfort. his safety betrayed and broken. his trust down the drain the honesty flaring up with remorse of his own guilt of not being there completely to make her feel happy. it wasn't something he had planned in the first place. but it also wasn't something he saw coming.
dressed in a suit and tie, he sat on the opposite side of the court. waiting their turn in the divorce court. ready to wavier whatever they had to each other. whatever they divided up and gave to one another as well. he didn't care what he received, he wanted her out of his life. he felt broken and defeated. he would have gave her everything, but kept his own money if he could. but he knew better, she was needy and barely worked a day in her life. she was a housewife who didn't have children. a housewife who stayed home and did who the hell knows what. he didn't quite know what she did, but she obviously didn't expect him to arrive home that night when he did. expecting to have more time and more pleasure being the mistress to the man she was seeing. the one she was screwing, the one that gave her the attention she needed and desired. while he lacked that department, he should have known that she needed more attention in her life. he should have seen the signs that it was obvious he was neglecting her. and yet she never spoke up about it. they talked like they used to. they were drifting apart little by little each and every day. he put himself more into his work, in counseling and telling people of what they could do to fix their relationship with one another, that he neglected his own relationships. he neglected the relationship he had with his wife, his ex-wife now, but he neglected her. he didn't take his own advice to see that there was decay in their relationship. they only had each other to hold each other together, they didn't have children. they thought about it many times, but it never seemed to come up about when they wanted to start a family. it seemed as if she wasn't never really ready to start. she was either to distressed or too displeased with something that she never wanted to continue with anything.
DANIEL GILLIES - LOCAL - WRITTEN BY HALE
