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Post by Reid Chase on May 18, 2014 20:39:14 GMT -6
NAME: Reid Taylor Chase
NICKNAME: She got called Reid the Weed in high school. Hopefully it didn't stick.
AGE: 27
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Local Cop
FACE CLAIM: Emma Stone
POWER: Telekinesis - Her ability to move objects with her mind is strictly limited to things smaller than a king sized bed. When she tried to move it, she passed out from the exertion. She knows not to do that ever again. But controlling it too much also gives her nosebleeds. Fortunately she doesn't do much of that, since she really only uses it when she's lazy and doesn't want to get up to get the chips from the pantry, so the nosebleeds are completely under control.Reid’s firsts=First cry=
“Mark, my water broke.”
“That’s not possible, she’s not due until-”
“Mark, it’s 4 am and I haven’t had a wink of sleep in days. If she wants to get out I say we let her so you can take care of her while I sleep, okay?”
Mark paused before getting out of bed and grabbing Eileen’s overnight bag, helping her out of her pajamas and into some clean clothes, bundling her up into the car and driving to the hospital.
It took an hour for Eileen to dilate and half an hour of pushing before a wriggling baby girl was placed in her arms. Most of the ease came from the baby stubbornly pushing out.
“Doctor, why isn’t she crying?” Eileen asked, her teary eyes filled with concern. The doctor teased the little girl’s mouth open with a clean glove to see if there were any fluids in there before picking her up and turning her over to tap her small bottom but still nothing.
The doctor advised to feed her before he left the room and Eileen did as she was told but not a peep was heard as the baby was fed. But those inquisitive green eyes just stared at Eileen until they drooped close as she fell asleep.
When the baby was ready to be viewed by family, baby Reid didn’t even react to the happy noises made by her elder siblings snapping their fingers and playing peekaboo with her. She was quiet when people took turns holding her.
Eileen and Mark were getting a little worried especially when even the doctors were stumped but Eileen was advised to go home and so she did. Days went by without Reid giving out even a cry of distress when she was hungry or did her business or needed a cuddle. They about gave up on finding out why she was the way she was and decided since she wouldn’t even react to noise, the shooting range wouldn’t actually be too much of a problem.
There Reid was sleeping soundly in her little basket [made of Kevlar no less - occupational hazard on Mark and Frank's- the grandfather - part] when the first shot they rang woke Reid up and had her wailing and thrashing in her basket.
At four weeks old, Reid showed everyone how big her pipes were.=First dream=
“I want to be a cop like daddy and pops!” Seven year old Reid stole her eldest brother’s toy gun and started running to everybody in the house, yelling “You’re under dressed!” instead of “You’re under arrest!” No one had the heart to correct her.
“You must be strong and brave to be a cop. Are you strong and brave, Reid?” Frank entered the room to scoop the heavy little girl into his arms. “The strongest ever!” She yelled, pointing the gun to her grandfather’s head and made loud pew-pew sounds.
Frank dropped to the floor suddenly with Reid still in his arms. “Pops!” Reid yelled, slapping her grandfather’s cheeks repeatedly until his eyes cracked open and a grin broke his face. “Pops! You gave me a heart attack!” Reid wrapped her arms around her grandfather’s neck and buried her face into his chest. “You’re never going to die. Never.”
“Not a tear in sight,” Reid’s grandfather smiled warmly as he looked at her face. She just had a stubborn look on her face. “My brave little soldier.”=First loss=
Gunshots were fired in the air, one after another as the coffin was lowered into the ground. Charlene Daley took the folded flag, placing it on her lap as tears rushed down her cheeks. She had just lost her husband. But her youngest granddaughter had just lost her best friend.
That stubborn look on her face reminded Charlene so much of Frank and she tried to pull her in for a hug but Reid pulled away. The tears weren’t falling down. Reid wouldn’t let it. Pops was probably looking down at her to see if she would cry. But no, she was strong and brave. No tears would ever fall.
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The wake was over and done with and it was just the family now, cracking peanut shells and trying to make sense of what had just happened. No more tears but there weren’t any smiles. “Pops would be ashamed of all of you.” Reid darkly said from the children’s corner. Cousin Elias punched her in the arm to quiet her down but the adults were just looking at her.
“He wouldn’t want us all to mourn his death.” Reid glared at Elias before whipping her head to the adults. “He would have wanted us to celebrate his life. But no. You just wanna cry and mope and play the victim.” She kicked her chair back and ran up the stairs.
She scrambled into her room and locked herself in. Her hands quickly made a mess of her desk with her scissors and paper and glue until the final production came to view. The little parachute box Pops had taught her to make was then thrown out of her room window and she looked as it floated away.=First encounter=
"Could you stop with the fidgeting? Your mom is going to have a fit if I do this wrong." The seamstress glared up at Reid who only glared back as she continued to fidget in the dress that had lots of pins underneath it, poking her every now and then. The seamstress sighed and continued to lift up the hem of the dress for Reid's cousin's wedding.
Reid hissed when another pin poked her and she immediately yelled out to the seamstress to stop. All of a sudden, the seamstress was thrown back and the pins in her dress flew across the room, the hem of the dress falling down to the floor in a soft flutter.
She stared at the aftermath for a few seconds before she fled the scene.
Not too long after, two young women were at her door, very politely asking to speak to Reid's parents who included her in the discussion.
"Is there an alternative to sending her away? She's only thirteen years old." Eileen spoke calmly, though she had a tight grip on Reid's hand. The young teen was trying hard not to get scared but she noticed how some of the baubles on the mantel were starting to float. Mark was looking at her a little differently but he too was a picture of calm.
One of the young women, Miss Tate, smiled warmly and shook her head at the question, explaining that though Reid wasn't in major trouble, it would ultimately be better for her to be under the care of Bellefonte Academy. For all their safety.
There was a moment of silent communication between Mark and Eileen and Reid couldn't believe how calm all of them were about this but in the end, there was a collective agreement and when the two women were gone, Reid was sent to her room packing.
She believed it when her parents told her they loved her. She believed it when they said she was going to be fine. She believed it when they said she was going to have the time of her life there. It helped.=First decision=
"It's no biggie though. We've already put down the deposit and stuff and I think it's an amazing place. You should totally come." Reid was playing with the cord to the wall-mounted telephone as she pushed her roommate away with her foot, sending him silently chuckling to their room.
"And job prospects? You have them?" Mark asked over the phone, his voice a little strained. Reid hummed her response. "We've set up shop at the academy. And I'm also working part-time at the deli that pays pretty well. I think we can do this though daddy."
It didn't take much for Mark to agree to his youngest daughter and her calling him daddy made all the difference in the world. Eileen knew that and she laughed at how manipulative her daughter could be when she wanted something from her father.
"You call every other day okay? And I'll have Harry and Peter come over every now and then to check up on you." Mark promised, to which Reid agreed. They all knew how serious she was with Lucas anyway. So him being there wouldn't be a shock. He was her fiance after all. It wasn't a major problem. It shouldn't be.
"Thank you daddy. I love you too Mama."
She settled quickly into what seemed to be the perfect beginning to her life in Kalispell as a trainee cop.=First major bust=
She was twenty-four when her five-year relationship ended and left her alone in Montana. She was just beginning her career climb in the police department and the emotional upheaval took a major toll on her. It was because of this that she almost jeopardised her first major crime bust that got her partner almost killed.
It had been a six month sting operation and they were so close to ending it when her emotional breakdown almost cost her and her partner their lives.
It landed them both in the hospital but thankfully, their backup swooped in at the last minute, saving them a lot of paperwork. From that one experience, she decided she had to toughen up. She used her anger and channelled it into a decent work ethic but it did render her completely useless in the relationship department, choosing to throw herself into meaningless one night stands instead of anything more concrete.=First promotion=
Two years after her big mess, with a whole lot of dedication and work put into it, Reid applied for the position of police dog handler at her department. With her almost "Disney Princess ability to take to animals", she got along well with most of the dogs at her precinct. It seemed only natural for her to want that position. She also seemed to be most at ease around the dogs so it was a no brainer for her.
It's been almost a year since she received the promotion and she is now settling very well into her career, with no moves to climb any higher in ranks.
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