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Layne Anaise Valois

"Gah! No. No! Don't eat the glue!" Kindergarten teacher struggles.

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a character in “Heartlines”, originally authored by toajojo, as played by RolePlayGateway

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    xx โ—žโ™กโ‡ฃ :: BASIC INFORMATION xx
      I want to dream an endless dream like the cover adorning a book

          โ™•โ–ŒFULL NAME โ–ฌ x Layne Anaise Valois
          โ™•โ–ŒNICKNAMES โ–ฌ x None really. People mainly call her Layne, but feel free to make one up.
          โ™•โ–ŒSEX/GENDER โ–ฌ x Female. Both ways.
          โ™•โ–ŒAGE โ–ฌ x Twenty-Six years old. 26
          โ™•โ–ŒBIRTHDATE โ–ฌ x June eighth
          โ™•โ–ŒOCCUPATION โ–ฌ x Elementary school teacher, kindergarten.

    xx โ—žโ™กโ‡ฃ :: APPEARANCE xx
      Hocus Pocus - I don't want to see you cry, it's okay Hocus Pocus - I'll chant a spell for you Hocus Pocus - A magic lie

          โ™•โ–ŒHAIR COLOR โ–ฌ x Silver
          โ™•โ–ŒEYE COLOR โ–ฌ x Yellow. "Like a school bus!" is what her kids say.
          โ™•โ–ŒHEIGHT โ–ฌ x Five foot six inches. 5'6"
          โ™•โ–ŒWEIGHT โ–ฌ x One hundred thirty pounds. 130 lbs, 58 Kg

            Layne is a very good looking young adult. She has a very attractive body and knows it. Her skin has a sort of Ochre shade of brown. It contrasts sharply from her yellow doe eyes, and long silver hair. People look at her and categorize her appearance as, soft and innocent. Which is good. It is what Layne is aiming for nowadays.
            She loves wearing pastel colors. Light and soft on the eyes. One will almost always see her wearing and oversized sweaters and sweatshirts. She prefers them to be baggy and fall to her thighs. They are a staple in her lifestyle for two reasons. One, she gets cold easily. Two, she does her best to hide her well-endowed assets without being too obvious. Though, they still manage to hint at her large breasts and wide hips.
            Her pants vary slightly. Sometimes she wears blue jeans. Sometimes she wears tights of varied colors, or capris. For shoes, it is pretty simple. Converses. They are the only types of shoes she has in her closet. Layne has all the styles. Leather, red, black with white laces, vice versa, tye-dye, see-through, and bunches more. They are her absolute favorite. They are casual looking, go with everything she wears, and good for running around all day. Just what a kindergarten teacher needs.


    xx โ—žโ™กโ‡ฃ :: PERSONALITY xx
      Hocus Pocus - all the silly stories and lies Hocus Pocus - if you believe them, they'll come true, so listen...
          Layne is a very sweet girl who strives to please. She is a known eccentric who strives to always retain a bright disposition. Despite her age, she tends to act like a child. Finding amusement in the little things and constantly running around. This is one of the reasons why she chose to become a kindergarten teacher. She finds that she is able to easily relate with small children.
          Layne is often very cheerful, however she becomes very easily distraught and worried for the sake of others. And, she is known to be quite the cry-baby. She tears up when people yell at her-- which is why she in turn, hardly raises her voice. She cries when other people cry. Heck, she cries when she stubs her toes.
          She is very kind and usually goes with the flow. She does not voice her opinions often unless asked directly. Sometimes, Layne gets mistaken for being a people-pleaser, but that is not the case. People tend to believe that she will go along with whatever they say like she does with her students. That is false. When another is doing something wrong in her eyes, Layne will step in to do her best and correct them, politely at first of course.
          One would not think it, but she gets easily ticked off in those situations. She can not stand it when she tells someone how to do something and they continue doing it incorrectly. She tries to suppress it, because she knows that it is a not a good way of thinking. People should do things their own way, but she can not help it. Layne rarely gets angry at people, but this the one sure-fire situation that is the exception. Eventually she will end up red in the face and screaming in the other person's. There has only been one occasion where she and another have ended up getting physical. She lost that fight completely. What was she thinking? Layne knows she is a weakling through and through. The thing is that she was not. Thinking, that is.
          Eventually, she will apologize, if just for the lapse in decorum. She sure is not going to apologize for fighting because just like the other, she is too stubborn to think that she might have been wrong. After that, whoever they may be will end up on her bad list. No doubt about that. Layne is not openly disparaging or rude. No. She is just curt, and though she does not mean to, the aura around her will become increasingly hostile. She will be ready for another fight whenever.

            [size=200]xx โ—žโ™กโ‡ฃ :: HISTORY xx
              Hocus Pocus - if I keep up the deception Hocus Pocus - will you keep smiling for me?
                  Twenty-six years ago. Robin T. Valois, a young business woman, partner in a thriving company. Terrance W. Ashley, a well respected employee of said company. One who was coincidentally being transferred to one of their other branch offices hundreds of miles away. Some people decided to throw a going away party for him. He was a good employee, and pretty well-liked. Everyone was getting drunk, Robin and Terrance included. Their minds were clouded. Terrance pulled her aside. All of a sudden she was in a small closet with him. Chest to chest in the dark. He whispered in her ear how much he wanted her, how he always had. Robin was not in her right mind. If she was she would never have taken the risk. Instead, she let him do what he wanted. Not really feeling anything, he was just an inferior co-worker. Later, they both walked out as if nothing happened. The next day she continued work, he was on a plane to his new position. Three weeks later, she began feeling sick. Lo and behold she was pregnant.
                  The news hit her like a train. She was not ready, and she had always prided herself of being prepared. That was not supposed to happen.
                  she allowed herself to indulge once and she ends up pregnant. Robin was conflicted. Did she want it? No. That was definite. But did she want an abortion? Could she even get one without anyone finding out? Maybe. Though, she was never able to bring herself to kill it. May might have thought of her as cold, but she would never take a life. So, she collected herself and got her butt to work. She worked diligently until her pregnancy began to interfere with her performance. Finally she took a maternity leave for the last two months of her pregnancy.
                  For her maternity leave she traveled to her mother's home in the countryside. Her mother, Nicolette A. Valois, was deeply surprised. Her daughter had not even given her a phone call since she moved out and now she was coming to stay until she gave birth in a month. Her daughter was always so stoic and independent. Nicolette ended up delivering Robin's child in her own bathroom, and at once, she fell in love with her granddaughter. Robin was. . .Not sure. Sure, she felt those pesky maternal instincts kicking in, but she was too busy to devote herself to an infant. She took a few days to recuperate and wrote for the birth certificate. Before, Nicolette knew it, her daughter was getting ready to leave again. Robin thanked her mother for the help and asked her to take care of her daughter.



                  Nicolette was a very doting grandparent. She would have given Layne the world if she could have. Layne was a very sweet child who loved her grandma like no other. She rarely even thought about her parents. Why would she need to? She had the worlds greatest grandmother who took care of her. She did not resent her mother, or miss her at all. She was just a topic in the back of a young Layne's mind.
                  Layne had a normal childhood. There was nothing really special about it. Her town was small so she lived in a very close knit community. They seemed to live by the motto, Takes a village to raise a child. When she was fifteen her grandmother fell ill and passed. At her funeral was the first time she saw her mother. A few weeks later she was moving in with her mother in a big city. The relationship between the two was iffy. Awkward. Neither one knew what to do. So, it ended up with them inadvertently avoiding and ignoring each other.
                  High school there was quite the change to say in the least. The students there much more brazen and loud. Layne got used to it quickly. She was cute and had a good body for someone her age. She was quickly accepted into the popular and they influenced more than she would ever like to admit. She hung with the wrong crowd and no one stopped her. She stayed out partying and drinking, and even slept around a few times. Bad choices have consequences.
                  She ended up pregnant at age seventeen. In her senior year. When she found out, she broke down. Locked herself in her room and did not come out for days. Too terrified to tell anyone. Missed her fourth day of school and her mother finally decided she had enough. She busted into her daughter's room and demanded to know what the hell was going on with her. Sobbing Layne told her how she messed up. "Don't hate me. I'm sorry." were the broken words Robin heard her daughter plead, and they broke her heart. She embraced her Layne for the first time. It was not one of those awkward 'Not really sure what to do. . .' types of hugs. It was really heartfelt. She told her daughter that they'd be okay and figure it out together. The whole situation reminded her of what happened to her seventeen years ago.
                  The two of them decided that Layne would see the pregnancy through. It was awkward going back to school for. Somehow, the fact that she was pregnant was already a well-known fact around the campus. All the people who used to hang around with her, gossip with her, flirt with her, avoided her like the plague. At first she felt abandoned and lost, but ended up getting used to it. It made her realize they were not right for her. She did not need them. So, she focused on her studies to make up for all the lost time and was content to the budding relationship blooming between her and her mother. She graduated as Salutatorian a few months before she was due. She was finally starting to make her mother proud.
                  At home, the two of them were excitedly getting ready for the baby's arrival. They had already bought baby clothes, decorated his room etc. . . Soon after something unexpected happened. Layne went into labor much to early and the child's premature birth lead to it's death minutes later. She was devastated. The hospital sent her home empty handed and dejected. Her mother had no idea what to do for her daughter. Not usually the comforting type. So she did what she thought was best. Sent her to a support group. at first, Layne was very resistant, but soon warmed up to it. Finding solace in the group of older women. In fact, it was there that she decided that she wanted to pursue a career in education. The group leader had also lost a child, but filled the void with her middle school students, so Layne decided to doe the same thing. She pulled herself together and got herself to college.
                  She graduated not too long ago and moved to the town of Marrow about a year and a half ago to accept a teaching position.

So begins...

Layne Anaise Valois's Story

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Ah, Saturday. Freedom at last for many individuals, yet another work day for others. At the very least, most students can look forward to the winter break coming up soon. The snow's coming down steadily, although it's not quite ready to stick just yet. Maybe a day or two more? Bursts of sunshine throughout the day, but mostly cloudy skies overlook Marrow City. The main roads are decorated with Christmas decor, and most stores have signs with the word "SALE" written clearly on them. The holidays currently have the city's denizens in a frenzy to do last minute shopping, with malls sporting crowds that can make the feint of heart queasy. Just another day, to be honest.

Although for four individuals, the day quickly takes a turn for the interesting when their phone rings.


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Layne sat at the low coffee table in her living room. She threw her head back and yawned. She was tired, but that was obvious. It might have been the weekend, but that hardly meant that she was not busy. Oh. How she missed her younger days. The days when all she had to do was go to school during the week, finish her homework Friday afternoon, and bam she had two completely free days to waste away during the weekend. Now, she goes to school five days a week. While her weekends are spent grading homework and developing new lesson plans.

The small woman let out a sigh and let her head fall onto her right upper arm, and she lazily let her pen fall through her fingertips. She just needed a nap. That was all. Gripping a lock of her silvery hair between her fingers, she let the strands trickle down into her face. 'I'm getting too old.' For a moment she just closed her eyes. She swears, it was just a moment. When she heard a high pitched voice rip through the air of her relatively quite house. "Miss Layney? You sleep?" the voice of Anniston probed innocently. Layne answered a pitiful, "No." That came out quite muffled by the sleeve of her sweater.

"Wake up!" An equally high-pitched, yet more boyish voice screeched. Immediately the teacher shot up. Eyes wide and alert. Heart pounding. Blame her easily frazzled nerves. She should have seen that coming. Layne sent a weak narrowed eyed look at the mischievous red-headed twins. Anniston and Bradley. She could not help but crack a smile at their carefree giggles at her own expense. At least she was not tired anymore. Despite their trouble-making ways, the both of them were very sweet children. Easy to handle most of the time. They were two of her students, but she was also babysitting them for the rest of the afternoon. Being their neighbor, she offered to watch them as their father was at a business meeting all day.

Layne organized her papers and recapped her pens. Pushing herself up off the ground, she raised her arms and stretched. "Ah~." Facing the two children, she grinned at them. "Hungry for lunch?" She asked. Chuckling at how both heads raised in unison from whatever game they were playing on her cell phone. "Yes!", "Yeah!" were exclaimed in answer at the same time.

"Okay. Okay." Layne replied in surrender. "I'll be back in a minute." She informed them as she retreated into her compact kitchen. As she prepared their small lunch of pizza rolls, and a fruit salad, she was totally unaware of what was going on in her living room.

Bradley roughly pulled his teacher's phone from his sister's grasp and began fiddling with the buttons, bored of playing Angry Birds. Anniston's smile immediately morphed into an upset frown. "Bra-ley. . ." She drawled in her best warning tone. He hardly glanced at his younger twin. Tapping a few more buttons, he put the cellphone to his ear and listened. "Ssh! We gunna play Seca-tary." He told her and she promptly did as told, curious how to play.

As Bradley listened to the rings, he recited the words they had to say for the game. "H'lo. I am a seca-tary. Please hold." He handed the phone to Anniston so she could practice. She only got to "H'lo." Before she actually heard another's voice. Being the more timid of the two, she panicked. Forgetting her only lines, she leapt off of the couch and into the kitchen. Grabbing a fistful of Layne's sweater, she yanked.

"Uh?" Layne fumbled with the fruit she was slicing in her hand and looked down at the tiny person before her. Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, she took the phone from Anniston's chubby fingers with a questioning look. Once the phone was out of her hands, Anniston fled back to her brother. Layne was hesitant. Did they really call someone? She glanced at the screen and saw the number they dialed, not one in her contact list of course. She let out a deep sigh. Well, she could not hang up. That be rude.

"H-Hello?" She greeted hesitantly. Layne honestly hoped she was not disturbing whoever this was.

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There was nothing more profitable than light canceling curtains. Not from Liam's perspective. Whatever sunlight wanted to come through was thwarted by the thick fabric, encompassing the room in darkness. Then again, in these winter months, there wasn't much to be had to begin with. At sunrise the clouds had gathered again, bringing an earlier day, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter morning itself descending on us layer by layer. Naught could be seen except the silhouette of a body sprawled out beneath a downy comforter. He was dead to the world, oblivious to the cold outside his window and the frost gathering at the sill. Clothes were scattered about on the ground, forming a trail from the bedroom door to the bed itself. He couldn't have been bothered to toss his clothes in the hamper, not last night or any night before. Liam had once again stumbled into his home at the crack of done, intoxicated to the point of incoherence, only to disrobe and descend into the sheet. Last night's party had been one to remember-...not that the young man ever would. Weekends like this usually consisted of the same pattern: there'd be a party, he'd get a text, he'd go to said party, he'd get completely trashed, and then he would return home in his loneliness or go home with someone else. Depending on the latter, Liam would either wake up completely alone or wake up next to someone he barely knew and immediately get out of bed to make his escape. Today was one of those aforementioned mornings where he reveled in his solitude, indulging in the sleep that did not come during the night. Or at least he was. From his side came soft pitter-patter of his cell phone vibrating against the mahogany surface of his end table. To Liam it might as well have been a jackhammer with how the sound reverberated against the walls. With a put upon groan and a grievance towards all mankind, a lithe arm drew itself from beneath the blankets, landing heavily on the table's surface only to be drawn back into the depths.

Phone in hand, Liam doesn't concern himself with the number he doesn't recognize, answering it and putting it to his ear with a sour expression. His voice comes out as though he's been gargling nails but he can't bring himself to care, "This is Blake."

"H'lo. I am a seca-tary. Please hold." came the voice of a child, causing Liam's brows to furrow even tighter.

What the hell-...? "Hello? Who is this?"

It apparently falls on deaf ears because there's a different voice now, the gender of the child going unbeknownst to him; kids all sound the same at that age anyway. "H'lo." A girl, he guessed, definitely a little girl.

"Look, kid, this isn't funny." says Liam, his tone stern, "Put your parents on the phone." There's rustling on the other end as he waits, the child having obviously done as she was told. Lying on his back, Liam looked up at the ceiling, prepared to tear this parent a new one for not being able to watch their kids properly. That is, until he hears the hesitance in the woman's tone. She sounds young. he thought, Too young to have kids that old. Nevertheless, he was on a mission. His sleep had been intruded upon, dammit. "Hi." he greets, trying to be as friendly as he can. Which wasn't much, to be honest. "Are those your kids?"

The voice on the other line was deep and scratchy, but most obviously male. In the back of her mind she wondered momentarily if he had a cold. He sounded as tired as she felt not too long before. Though, she was slightly relieved that he had not immediately begun to yell at her or anything of the sort. Others had when she accidentally dialed incorrect numbers in the past. As Layne opened her mouth to deliver a quick apology, she was caught off guard by the sudden question. 'My kids?' "Oh, um, no. I-I am just babysitting them for the day. I'm a neighbor." The words tumbled out past her lips in answer.

With a yawn, he listens to the voice on the other end stammer through an explanation, running a hand over his face in a vain attempt to rouse him from his half-conscious state. "Uh huh-..." he mused, "Well do me a favor, yeah? Give them something else to play with other than your phone. I'm nursing a hangover right now, I shouldn't be up." That much is evident as he glances at the clock. He suppresses a groan upon the realization that he'd only gone to bed five hours ago.

Layne leaned forward a bit in anticipation as he asked for a favor, then realizing what she was doing, she straightened back up. Nodding her head, she remembered that he could not see her, and forced out a desperate, "Yes?" As she listened to him continue, her expression became increasingly embarrassed and sheepish. She should have expected that as well. It was a simple request. Layne was just feeling flustered that she had to have someone else tell her such an obvious thing. She blamed her earlier fatigue for the temporary lapse in judgment. "Of course." She agreed dejectedly. "I am sorry, really. . . Oh! Ah. . ." She exclaimed. Remembering something, then momentarily forgetting it. "Gatorade! It's ah. . . Good for hangovers." She finished lamely. Just wanting to do something to make up for her mishap.

Listening to her, he almost felt bad. Not for anything he said to her, mind you; he could've been a lot more cross. Poor girl just seemed a little in over her head, is all. Liam remained quiet through her rambling, quietly suffering through an intense migraine. It wasn't until she suggested Gatorade did she really catch his attention. Was she really trying to help him out? I guess she feels bad, he decides, sitting up slowly with the phone at his ear. As his brain pulsates within the confines of his skull, he can't help but think he might actually give it a try. "Uh-...thanks." he replies, rather lamely himself, "I'll take your word for it." Glancing back at his alarm clock he heaves a morose sigh. He doesn't have any of the stuff but the stores are bound to be open. "Look, I've got to go. It was...uhh...nice talking to you, I guess."

A small smile quirked at the corner of Layne's lips. She was glad to help. If just a teeny bit. The microwave released a sharp, Ping, sound behind her, and she spun on the ball of her foot to face it. The pizza rolls were done. She had almost forgotten about them. "'Course." She told him understandingly. ". . . Sorry to keep you." She apologized once more. Pulling the rolls out of the microwave and shutting the small door, she added, "Please, feel better." before hanging up completely. Putting her cell phone in her pocket, she gathered the hot pizza rolls and fruit salad. Careful not to drop them, she traveled back into the living room with the troublesome twins. 'Well. . .He was polite.'

"Please feel better." she'd said. As the line goes dead, Liam was left with that sentiment in mind. Something about the concern of a complete stranger lifted his spirits, if only a little; it was enough to get him out of bed, in any case. Before he can convince himself otherwise, he puts the number into his contacts under the name 'Babysitter', resting his phone on his bed once it's done. He wanders into the bathroom, going through his morning ritual in the middle of the afternoon as always with a goal in mind. It was enough to give him the drive he needed to shower, adorn himself in layers, and walk out the door.