[img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTWEirmIkkoJkekX4-XGJ00P6FJdH5Bpj5a2U5u4QNIpRLTqu13[/img] [b]Kaitlin O'Connor[/b] Kaitlin leaned against the outside of a red brick building, coffee in one hand, cell phone pressed against her ear in the other hand. Her gray eyes scanned the streets in front of her, watching as the town woke up and started it's morning. It was peaceful this morning, so at odds with her last memories in this town. Kait inhaled, then exhaled slowly. Summer was giving way to fall in the quiet New England town. It was her favorite time of year. She made to run her hand through her hair, before remembering she was holding coffee. “Are you sure this isn't a problem?” She asked into the phone. “You and dad have done so much already. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage.” “Yes, we are sure Kaity.” The woman's voice on the other end of the line was exasperated, in the way only a mother speaking to the daughter she loved can be. “You need time to set up your apartment. And your classroom. Speaking of, have you been to the school yet?” The quick change of subject didn't surprise Kait, she was only surprised it took her mother so long to do it. She kicked a stray pebble, a release of nervous energy. “No,” she sighed out, taking a sip of coffee to stall answering. “I was there for my interview of course, but I didn't go past the front office. I'm going today to scope out my classroom, see what still needs to be done.” “You haven't been back since the shooting Kaity, this will be good for you. Have you spoken to -” “No.” Kaity said quickly, cutting her mother off. “You have to face this sooner or later sweetheart. And unless you quit your job and run, which isn't an option by the way, there isn't really a later.” Kaity sighed again, turning her focus to the direction the school was in. “If you say so. Hey you are sure -” Kait was cut off by her mother's laugh, she enjoyed turning the tables on her daughter. “Get off the phone Kaity, we are fine here, no more stalling. I love you.” With that, her mother hung up, leaving Kaity alone with her thoughts. She had never admitted to her parents that she was nervous, she couldn't. Yet in that way that parents have, they knew anyway. Ten years had passed, things were different now. She was different now. Kait slipped her phone into the pocket of her dove gray purse and forced her booted feet to move her in the direction of the school. [b]Emilia Carter[/b] “Cut” came the booming voice of the director, ending her first scene back at the Edenridge. Emilia changed directions, walking off the area of the street that had been closed down to act as the set this morning. “Great job Em.” the director said, turning his gaze to watch her. “You're nervous to be back, but it's working well for your character. Try to have some fun here for me though, ok?” “Will do” Emilia replied, flashing him a wide grin. She put her prop (but very real, thankfully) coffee into the trash and switched it for a bottle of water. She was jittery enough with nerves at being back on set, the coffee was only going to make it worse. Emilia took a seat off to the side and pulled out her actual phone, from her actual purse, to check her e-mails. It was still quiet on set, and some actors that were already filming were over the school doing their scenes. No e-mail or messages awaited her from her publisher... good or bad, she wasn't quite sure. She had sent the first set of chapters over for notes earlier in the week. If all went as planned, her first novel would be released around the same time as the show. She hoped to ride on the buzz Edenridge was creating. “Emilia, they want to have you in make-up to touch you up a bit before your scene over at the school. A golf cart is waiting to take you over.” the assistant director that spoke to Emilia barely looked up from her tablet as she spoke, already hurrying off. Without replying, Emilia made her way to the trailer, waving at people who were standing outside the barriers of the out door set, hoping to catch glimpses of the actors.