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Post by JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE on Feb 10, 2011 22:02:11 GMT -5
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] As much as she loved her job, Jill loved her day off. It was a good chance to catch up on house work for the week so the weekend could be left free to do entertaining things with her daughter, or even one Mr. Milne. A gentle smile tugged on the woman’s lips as she thought of her sandy haired friend. Jill couldn’t help herself to be honest. Whenever the man entered her mind, a smile was close to follow. It was like impulse. Rigger, smile. Rigger, smile. Every time without fail. Even if they were fighting, she’d still smile. Not that they fought a great deal. There were some things that Jill didn’t like, but she was quite a bit too gentle to ever really yell at him, which made discussing it like adults much easier. Or for her to keep her opinions inside to avoid a conflict. Either way.
While it wasn’t normally her style, she seemed rather inept at expressing feelings when it came to Rigger. She needed to though. If she let herself feel the way she knew was possible- well, things wouldn’t end well. Or at least, that was her fear. And she couldn’t bear to lose Rigger. Part of her heart would die, she was sure. On some level, Jill knew that she shouldn’t let fear run her life, but sometimes the risk wasn’t worth it. That wasn’t to say Rigger wasn’t worth it- god he was worth it. It was just; everything she did had to be for her daughter. Ruth was already hugely attached to the man and she couldn’t risk her daughter getting upset. Of course, it had nothing to do with her own feelings that could get hurt. Oh no. It was in no way about her own fears of loosing love and getting hurt.
Pushing those thoughts from her mind, Jillian returned her focus to the task at hand. Cookies. Ruth was due home from school any moment now, and the woman wanted to have a snack ready for her when she got home. It wasn’t every day she could dote on her daughter in such a way, so the mother took every chance she could to make sure on her day off, Ruth was spoilt in all the ways she missed out on because her mother had to be the soul bread winner. Truth was, had things been different, Jill would have probably liked to be a stay at home mother with her daughter for longer then she had. Maybe even had more children. In fact, she’d always pictured herself with two or three children. Things didn’t always end up how you imagined them though, and you just had to adjust. Jillian liked the life she had, and tried not to dwell on what could have been.
Time was on her side today. The cookies were ready before her lovely little girl got home. Meaning she could collect them from the oven and set them on the cooling rack. Hopefully so they’d cool down enough so that by the time Ruth got home they were cool enough to eat. Though, warm cookies were also rather wonderful. Slipping the oven mitts onto her hands, Jillian opened the oven door and pulled out the trey of baked sweets. Placing them on the cutting board on the bench, Jill slipped off one mitt to pick up a spatula. Holding the trey with the gloved hand, the woman started to separate the cookies from the trey, placing them one by one on the cooling wire. Humming softly to herself as she worked. She really enjoyed this- being a mother. More than anything else, to be honest.
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Post by RUTH OLIVIA MARCILLE on Feb 11, 2011 17:31:45 GMT -5
Ruth Marcille was not the school bus service's greatest fan. Her journey home always seemed like it was taking longer than it should, but the only choices were this bus, or getting into the city and taking an even longer one from there. In a few years, she figured, she could take her driving lessons, and take herself to school. Until then, she was stuck on the old school bus, with its rattling windows and dusty seats, doing her best to read the book in her hands despite the jerks as they cleared speed bumps in the road.
As the vehicle pulled to a stop, Ruth grabbed her bag from the floor and slung it over her shoulder, getting off at the bottom of her street with two other kids she was somewhat friendly with, waving briefly as they went their separate ways and then ambled up the row of houses. Unlike the main city, 100 Acre Estate was clean and well-kept, with no signs of litter or gum on the pavements and no one hanging around corners looking shifty. The main reason she loved this place, though, was the abundance of trees, making her neighborhood seem a lot further from Fantasia than it actually was.
Trekking up her driveway, Ruth couldn't help but smile. School was fun, yes, but she preferred the freedom of being at home, and always would. "I'm home!" she called, opening the front door and letting herself in, kicking off her shoes and dumping her bag next to them for the time being. She sniffed, catching the scent of something, and headed towards their kitchen. Her mother had been baking, which meant her day had just got better. Jillian Marcille was, she had learned many years back, one hell of a cook.
Her mother was a lot more than that. She was Ruth's best friend, something the girl would admit without concern. The two of them had been through a lot together, staying strong for the other and trying to make the best of it all. They had other people to rely on, of course. Kiara, their neighbour and an almost-sister to Ruth, and Rigger, a man both of them had become fond of and were glad to have around. But as far as Ruth was concerned, her mother was the person she'd be closest to, even if the woman's protective nature sometimes got a little too much for her. Ruth knew she meant well by it; knew the reasons for it.
Coming into the kitchen, Ruth grinned, the expression only widening when she caught sight of the cookies on the cooling rack. "Mom, I love you." the girl chirped. She knew from experience, the smell alone was a sure sign that those cookies were amazing.
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Post by JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE on Feb 15, 2011 9:13:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Hearing the front door open, the woman paused in her humming to listen. Smile tugging on her lips. She knew right away who it was- who else would be coming through the front door. Well, perhaps Kiara, but considering the time, the chance of it being her daughter was much higher. The voice ringing through the house a few minutes later confirmed it and Jill let herself smile even further. “Hello dear,” she called out to her daughter. “I’m in the kitchen.” Of course, she was sure her daughter would figure it out. If the smell of the cookies didn’t tip the younger marcille, she could have followed the sound of the voice. However she liked to help her daughter as much as possible. It was a mother thing really, the desire to guide your child through every moment in life.
She knew there would come a day when Ruth needed to be on her own, but for now, Jillian wasn’t ready to let her little girl go. It was hard, because in her mind, Ruth was still seven and waiting by the big tree in the back yard for fairies to show up. Jill wasn’t sure if every parent went through something similar, or if it was their past experience that made the mother want to shield her daughter from the pain and worry that came when you grew up. Cookies and cuddles weren’t going to keep the girl from growing up though, Jill knew that, but it was all she could do really. Quickly, the mother scooped up the rest of the cookies onto the cooling tray. Taking off the oven-mitt and wiping her hands on a near-by tea-towel. Ready to greet her daughter when she entered the room.
Letting out a small laugh, Jillian shook her head, amused. She knew that while her daughter did love her, the cookies had prompted her to express it. Opening her arms, she pulled her daughter into a hug for a few moments. “I love you too, darling.” Pulling back, she tugged on her daughter’s winter gloves- the ones she insisted Ruth wore, and set them aside. Then the hat. “How was school today?” She asked brightly, moving away from her daughter. Getting two mugs from the cupboard, The woman set about making two hot chocolates. “Be careful of the cookies,” she warned, “they are still rather hot.” Jill added a few spoonfuls of powdered chocolate into each mug, as well as sugar, before she turned back to face her daughter as the water boiled. Ready to hear about the young girl’s day at school. This was an afternoon ritual, as soon as they were both home, they’d talk about their days.
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