kaynia clary

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  • 3 months ago

    Kayla Calhern

    So I’ve found, bartending is a major escape from the stresses of many things.

     

    I have ‘patients’ so to speak, but in a different light.  No responsibility with them.  I guess I never fell very far from the psychiatrist tree.   But to not have to worry about facades and masks and personalities that are ‘appropriate’?  Fucking amazing.

  • 3 months ago

    Kayla Calhern

    kaynia clary replied to the topic Police- stop powergaming in the forum OOC Bench 3 months ago

    ^^ All true, not PG at all.  Flow of the story, didn’t force anyone’s character to do anything with planned outcome.  HPD is wholly corrupt, and will skirt most laws they “claim” to uphold.    So, warrants won’t stop em.  However, there can be RP spread from it, like the others have said.  Go talk to a LT, get a lawyer, go to the newspaper ICly…[Read more]

  • 3 months, 1 week ago

    Kayla Calhern

    It’s odd how you never expect the change of pace that comes with new places and experiences.   From working all the time, then with family, stretching out wings and learning more about yourself.

     

    Now, it’s me.   Just me.  Sure, family is still there, just within reach if needed, but for the first time in a long time, I focus on me.  I can’t…[Read more]

  • 3 months, 2 weeks ago

    Kayla Calhern

    I lost my license.

    The important one, that was considered null and void when Mazzora had an audit.  It seems the accelerated program I did in Havana was not up to par.  And it caught up with me.

    So, I’m bar tending.  It’s not much different than being a psychiatrist really.  And I still have some clients, just because there is no license doe…[Read more]

  • 3 months, 3 weeks ago

    Kayla Calhern

    It’s odd, this constant moving around the east coast.

     

    I feel like that song ‘I’ve been everywhere man’  but I still miss Columbia the most.  Everything made sense there.

     

    Now this, back into my home town, trying to find what my purpose is. What I’m supposed to be doing.  It’s something only I can find for myself, just like those questions I have that only I can answer.

     

    I hate feeling lost.

  • 2 years, 11 months ago

    Kayla Calhern

    A week ago, I had put out this post Where to vote in the forums for people to vote on the ‘best shot of CD’ photography contest.

    The results are in!  And SOOOOOO many ties!

     

    I’m only putting in the top 12 voted pictures, since I’m going to make a calendar  (MESH CREATORS HALP!)

    1st Place – Valmont

    2nd Place – Peri

    3rd Place – Jade

    4th Place – Peri

    5th Place – Esme

    6th Place – Esme

    7th Place – Ipos

    8th Place – Ginger

    9th Place – Caspian

    10th Place – Hayden

    11th Place – Alicia

    12th Place – Grace

     

     

     

    Congrats to the above listed!  If you’d like to add a clip or a ‘blurb’ about your pictures or how you’ve done them, please sent me a NC in world and I’ll add it to the final result! (gracerobertson.resident)

     

     

     

     

     

  • 2 years, 11 months ago

    Kayla Calhern

    A week ago, I had put out this post Where to vote in the forums for people to vote on the ‘best shot of CD’ photography contest.

    The results are in!  And SOOOOOO many ties!

     

    I’m only putting in the top 12 voted pictures, since I’m going to make a calendar  (MESH CREATORS HALP!)

    1st Place – Valmont

    2nd Place – Peri

    3rd Place – Jade

    4th Place – Peri

    5th Place – Esme

    6th Place – Esme

    7th Place – Ipos

    8th Place – Ginger

    9th Place – Caspian

    10th Place – Hayden

    11th Place – Alicia

    12th Place – Grace

     

     

     

    Congrats to the above listed!  If you’d like to add a clip or a ‘blurb’ about your pictures or how you’ve done them, please sent me a NC in world and I’ll add it to the final result! (gracerobertson.resident)

     

     

     

     

     

  • 4 years, 5 months ago

    Kayla Calhern

    Things where picking up, going in the direction they needed to. It had been some time before Kayla settled down infront of the laptop, bouncing between meetings and classes, the goal so close she could taste it. Graduate school. In Mexico. Sure, it was a quick fix around the US requirements, but it would work. It would get her closer to that medical degree she needed.

    Sitting on the deck, she finally cracked open her email, going through a few of the messages, only to see one that caused her to pause. From Nia.

    Mom.

    Where are you? So much is going on, so much has changed. I’m scared mom.

    Please come home.

    Kayla sighed, just about to hit the reply button when her computer chimed, another message arriving, also from her daughter.

    Mom.

    I’ve tried too long. I can’t stay strong any more.

    I hurt Travis. Swept up in a one night stand, I let another man get close, and… I regretted it instantly. During. Not only that, he had a girlfriend.

    I told Travis instantly. He left me. I don’t blame him, but he left me.

    It’s just Ava and I.

    I chose the name Ava for my daughter. I was thinking about Crystal, after grandma, but, I wanted to honor Travis. I’ve hurt him so much, and treated him so wrong… And he wants to be in her life. It’s the only thing I can do. He’ll be all she has. He was insistent that I give her the name Andel. I want her to be his.. To be Graham. I wouldn’t be against her having my middle name. Ava Montgomery Graham. Ava Montgomery Andel. Too much?

    I’ve been on bedrest for some time. One of my first appointments, months ago, I found out I was diabetic. It’s pretty bad. It’s gotten bad enough I’m not supposed to risk alot of emotion, alot of pain, alot of stress. The doctor says there’s going to be some heavy complications. They want to induce early, and go through a Cesarean procedure so Ava will be ok. They’re afraid my pancreas will give out under the strain of labor and delivery, and Insulin won’t help.

    40%. That’s the chance I’ve been given. 40% chance to make it. Ava fears better at 85%.

    They moved up my due date, effectively robbing me of one month. I’m nearly 6 months now.

    Mom.. I’m scared. I’ve known about this for so long, but I’m scared, and I’m scared that I’ll be alone during it. I wanted to be happy with Travis, but now… Now he’s gone too.

    I’ve gotten the gifts you sent. I haven’t put anything together, I’ve been scared to be around Dad. He doesn’t know. Scott doesn’t know. They just think I’m taking it easy.

    Mom, come home please. I need you now more than ever. Come home to us mom. Please.

    Kayla found herself in tears after reading the message from her daughter. She knew that fear, and though her daughter had pushed Travis away of her own accord, she knew that the girl had to be lonely.

    Closing the laptop, she didn’t respond to the email quite yet, instead, picking up the phone she carried to dial a few numbers.

  • 4 years, 6 months ago

    Kayla Calhern

    It had been some time, months rather, since she had walked away from the hurt and the anger that festered inside of her. Months since the sudden and aching pang struck her. But Kayla mended. She always did. This time, it wasn’t as easy, and far from being whole.

    It was a quiet day, the coastal breeze coming up through the gulf. The last day of relaxation before the warnings and the watches of a tropical storm made it’s way inward, threatening the peninsula. Campeche. Mexico.

    She had run. That was the reality of the situation. She ran, and politely took the assistance from a friend, only to refuse it when he wasn’t there. No ties. Nothing. Not until she checked her voicemail right before she cancelled her phone from her new location. That tear filled voice on the other end, crying out to her. Of course it did. When she left, she took nothing but cash and passport, leaving everything in Nia’s apartment among the blood spilled and smeared over the kitchen.

    Then there was another message. One she didn’t expect. The one that was the last push for her to leave. The one she ran from. Then the emails.

    Couldn’t she just pull away? Why couldn’t she drop off the grid like she tried? Josh was always able to.

    She missed Josh more than anything now.

    She didn’t respond to the emails for the longest time. Then to lash out in anger against the one. That one person who rode under her skin for so many years.

    Then.. Nothing.

    So why was she sitting on the beach, enjoying the breeze under an overlarge straw hat to shield her face from the sun, the scar upon her lip and cheek a tender reminder still?

    Laptop infront of her, she began to type.

    “I know I’m the last person you want to be talking to right now but I had to get this off my chest. You were right about me.”

    I never expected those words.

    ” Hopefully you will come back and see our family together”

    I can’t help but think of it as a game. The yo-yo.. The pull and tug and then push.

    But maybe there is a glimmer of hope in that.

    All I ever wanted for my children is their happiness. Their family. It’s broken, but it’s not gone. I am. For now.

    In all honesty, I’m hardly innocent in anything. It’s so twisted and fucked up that it’s hard to put everything into place.

    Things where starting to look up. After the most recent issue with Parnell, I took Nia to Baton Rouge. Once it was handled, it was like pulling teeth to get that girl to stay. She wanted to go back, to her boyfriend, to her classes, to her brother and father. I couldn’t do anything but let her go. It made her the happiest.

    I never expected what would happen after that. My own daughter couldn’t even tell me and made the stupidest move she could. I understand her reasonings. I do. And the day I left, I felt those reasons myself.

    She found out she was pregnant. And the fear of her parents was heavy enough that a restraining order on her father was put in. That’s how I found out. Hendrich calling me and telling me how he disowned his daughter and me. Thought I put her up to it, when really, I had no clue. I wasn’t so much worried about me, but Nia.

    My assets where, at the time, tied up in a business arrangement. Hendrich had been providing the financial support for Nia’s apartment, living expenses and even a bit of the school cost. Which means that if I wanted my daughter to be able to support herself, go to school, and support that kid… I had to do something

    I wanted her to take care of it at first. She’s too young. Too reckless. But I couldn’t help but wonder… What if I had done the same? I was a single parent and I wasn’t ready. She could do it.

    Dr. Sayyid Omaran. One of the doctors I worked with in my clinic. Baton Rouge Chiropractic and Therapy Care Clinic. He was the one that helped me get the place running. The place I poured everything I had into after I made sure Nia and Scott where taken care of. The work finally paid off when I was able to open my own clinic in New Orleans. Ground had just been broken, the building going up. Now I imagine the investors have either pulled out and it sits half finished… Or my lawyer got it moving still. I don’t know. I don’t know if I own it… Or it’s been turned back over to the city.

    But Baton Rouge. I owned half. Just half. And was dealing with the attentions of Dr. Omaran. He already had 2 wives. Not ex wives, but wives. I had entertained a dinner date here and there, mostly to discuss the business of the clinic and the desire to finish out my licensing and degrees. I wasn’t far really. It wasn’t much before I’d have that little DR before my name as well.

    But.. after a few drinks, I told him of my predicament. And his solution was the only one that would work quickly. As much as I loathed it, I agreed to be wife number three, and in turn, he’d buy out my partnership for far more than what it was worth. 1.2 million.

    I said yes.

    The first check was dropped into Scott’s account. I can trust him to be responsible with it. 250k. Since then, I’ve dropped over half of the whole amount.

    I got the rest of the money during the engagement dinner. And I told my unwanted fiancee that I was stepping out for a bit of air… Only to drive to Hathian to finish up the affairs.

    Dr. Omaran wasn’t.. what I would consider husband material. I loathed him as a partner, and I knew the fraud he was undertaking. But I officially sold him my side of the business. I had no desire to marry him.

    Hendrich came to the apartment to sign off on a few documents. I guess it was really my mistake to ask his assistance in my own domestic bliss problem. Then again, maybe I thought he’d actually be understanding of what I gave up for my children.. My son, and the daughter he cast out.

    The surgeon here says that I’ll always have the scar Hendrich left me. From the corner of my mouth towards my cheek. I think it makes my smile look lopsided, more like a smirk. I wonder if he’ll still have the scar of the knife I left in his leg.

    I’ve been through alot of pain for that man. Alot of blood. Alot of heartache.

    But now.. I have the money. And I don’t have a douchebag husband that barely speaks english. I won’t be third wife swept off to Kuwait sometime.

    I have the beach. I have what I want. And I have that degree, so close in hand. Just a few more months and I’ll be into residency with that shiny DR infront of my name.

    But I miss my family. My kids.. And a little bit of me misses Hendrich as well.

    I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to the states. Or even Louisiana. I don’t know if I’ll ever bring myself through the shame to see them again. I walked out. I ran away.

  • 4 years, 7 months ago

    Kayla Calhern

    The drive was long, but there where things she needed to do. One being to give her daughter the birthday present she promised. A nice little surprise for the young woman that would fit inside a purse easily. The Kimber Solo was suggested by an old friend, as well as her brother as a suitable weapon for a woman learning to use it.

    Pleasant thoughts drifted her mind as she drove the car along the hiway from Baton Rouge to Hathian. It was time for a vacation, and she hoped she could take her children somewhere pleasant, relaxing. If either of them would settle down long enough to take a drive. Myrtle Beach perhaps. The beach was always comfortable and relaxing. Even the thought of Costa Rica was there, but Kayla was sure Hendrich would have something to say about it.

    The hum of the car was relaxing, the large muscled American steel that she saved for, not to mention the partnership one of her clinics fell into, giving her a bit more breathing room in the financial department.

    Crossing over onto Interstate 10 near the Maurepas swamp, she downshifted the challenger and started to blow past the traffic, heading further towards New Orleans, as well as Hathian as she turned on the voice recorder on her phone as she drove.

    I swore I would stay out of Hathian, but I keep finding myself turning back, continuously, constantly. Something keeps pulling me, and I can honestly hope and pray that it’s my children only.

    Nia asked me to come. Odd for her, but she reached out. It hurts to think that she was crying during that call, obviously distraught and telling me that she needed me. Me. In many ways I’m glad she’s getting closer to her father. He is a good man. He was a good man. But if she can’t turn to him for whatever is eating at her, there’s a problem. I hope it’s not a legal situation. He would be the best for it, and also the worst. I can’t shake the feeling it’s some relationship problem between her and Travis.

    I left a message with a few familiar names that I’d be in town for a few days. Jestyr, always one of those friends you wanted to slap, and laugh at all at the same time. I haven’t seen him in far too long, it might be nice to catch up, but he never responded. Rog and Doe, if the time is right, I’ll meet up with them too. And of course Hendrich. He responded as well, though it seems he’s back to his busy schedule like before. I wonder how long it will take for him to rank up to Chief again.

    I haven’t seen Charlie in a long time either. I heard he was pulled to another area as an employee swap or something, and hasn’t been in town for a few months. Wouldn’t hurt to drop him a line while I’m in town atleast. I could use the relaxation after I get Nia calmed the hell down.

    I’ve noticed during my appointments with Travis, that he seems to be a bit more attached to my daughter than he lets on. Perhaps it was a mistake, or perhaps just wishful thinking, but I gave him the ring the last time I was in town. I remember always catching Nia digging in my jewelry box, playing with it, watching the light catch in the diamond solitaire. Also pressure from her, along with my father, to sell it, use the money to get the clinic going and not be swallowed by debt. I guess I was still attached to it until my own daughter was moving in the same direction I did so long ago, and when Travis refused to give her up and move on before he ended up hurting her. He’s a good kid. And they’ve both made me realize I was hung up on the wrong things in life and it was time to move on.

    David… My partner in the Baton Rouge clinic. We’ve actually been seeing eachother for some time off and on, but lately, he seems more persistent. He’s been pressuring me to move in with him in New Orleans where we are opening the new clinic. We both live in Baton Rouge, but sometimes work takes us south and though it would make sense to have a condo in the city, together, I’m sure he’s thinking much deeper than just a room mate situation. I’m too old for room mates, set in my ways. Besides, there’s only so much exercise and healthy lifestyle can do, Lets face it. He’s 31.. I just pushed 40. I still have my almost grown children to think about. It doesn’t help I got a package from some little town down in the Keys from Nia. A bikini. At my age? Not likely.

    The recording flipped off as Kayla continued to drive, though it wasn’t long before she was climbing the fireescape entrance to her daughter’s loft apartment, only to find Nia an absolute mess.

    Later, she left, telling her daughter she needed to take care of a few things. Hendrich being one of them. She had every intention telling him of the news and of seeing what the man planned to do since so much more came to light.

    I left Nia the keys to the challenger. Maybe it will cheer her up a bit, to take a drive, but atleast the tears have dried. Rejects.. Parnell. God I haven’t heard that name in years, but now my little girl has taken that first step into the seedy underbelly of Hathian thanks to that man. Hendrich seems to be busy, but this one is important. I never thought I’d personally turn to him like this again, but if anyone can handle it, he’s the best for the situation. My daughter, who’s still innocent in so many ways, yet taking after her namesake aunt already. Not many people knew Kaynia had a cocaine addiction, and I still think that is apart of what killed her in Hathian. Nia looks just like her now, but softer, still untried. She needs to spread her wings unfettered and away from the slime this city holds. I wish she never came here, and Scott as well. Scott has always looked after her. We need him even more now as well.

    As for Travis. It seems he dumped Nia, and as much as I want to fix that hurt for her, she has to do it. I can’t force her first boyfriend to forgive what she did, nor can I force her to go to him. That’s on her, and it hurts to know she’s feeling that emptiness right now. I hope it takes her much less time to get over it than it did me. Stephens women… We’re all the same, no matter what name we hold. Love to hard, to fast and too long, and in the end, we get burned badly and never fully heal.

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