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xfnoah‌:

It was hard to recall a time before Noah was as hostile as he was these days- for the town that would have been an almost impossible task. His distant stares, and pointed snarls soon to wash away the memories of the once golden smiled boy. Before he learnt to sharpen his talons and threaten those who dare stare too long.

He wouldn’t bother entertaining her idea of writing- small talk wasn’t what he was getting paid for. If Alice were here she’d love it, the thought of writing their own movie, the idea of wasting away her hours in endless conversation. But Noah, he had nothing more than a shrug to his shoulders. “Business that slow? Or is it desperation. I hear the bars normally gather a crowd longing for interaction.”

Juliet watched Noah curiously for a moment, watching his expressions and mannerisms. She’d remembered that one of her clients, Alice, had mentioned a Noah, but she couldn’t be sure that this was the right Noah, she had yet to meet everyone in the town, so there was bound to be others. But this Noah appeared to be displaying some grief symptoms. At this point though he didn’t seem to want to talk to her at all, let alone about someone who had passed. “Nope, business has actually been pretty good.” Juliet said with a smile “I prefer to talk to people who are sober, besides I like drinking at home anyway, so it would be a wasted trip. If you want me to stop talking I can, just tell me and I’ll be quiet until my movie starts.” 

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lana-richards‌:

lana smiled. “sounds good, whatever you think.” she looked down at her own sparsely filled cart, realising she couldn’t just take off now and ignore the necessities (as much as she would like to do so). “ah - i think i’ve still got a bit more to do. how about you come round to mine when you’re done and we can order?”

“Sure, I can pick up the wine on the way to yours if that’s easier?” Juliet asked as she picked up her milk and cereal out of Lana’s cart “I need to get changed out these clothes anyway, these heels are killing me.” She leant down and carefully adjusted the back of her shoe, wincing when she touched a part of her heel where a blister “How long do you think you’ll be?” 

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Going to start working on the replies I owe now, sorry I was mia, I’ve just moved back into my dorm and I forgot how horrible this place makes me feel. 

Y’all keep me sane honestly and I love all of you. 

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lana-richards‌:

“oh god, don’t ask me.” lana couldn’t help but laugh. she’d certainly heard of different wines going with different foods, but god knows she didn’t know and hardly cared anyway - could they really be that different? “i’m hardly a connoisseur. what do you think?” lana felt herself livening up, and smiled when it was reflected in her friend. they hadn’t seen each other in far too long, it was nice to finally be able to spend some time together. 

“Neither am I, but maybe a white wine would go well with Chinese?” Juliet shrugged usually other people made decisions about what to drink, not her. “I think I’ve usually had Riesling though, at least I think that was what it was called.” she said with a chuckle, she had a terrible memory sometimes, especially about things she didn’t think were important, they went in one ear and out the other. In moments like these she wished she had paid more attention. “Did you want to go now or have you still got more grocery shopping to do?” 

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Juliet took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, for once not caring that she was smudging her mascara. It had been a long day and she still had one more client to go. She still had a couple more minutes before the scheduled appointment so she leaned back in her office chair and closed her eyes. Juliet’s last session had involved a client whose story broke her heart, she wished she could wrap her arms around them and promise them that everything was going to be okay. But that didn’t solve anything. they had to work through the problem themselves and Juliet was just there to support them on their journey. She grabbed her planner off her desk and flicked through the pages scribbling in the new appointments she had. At the sound of her office door opening, Juliet continued writing assuming it was her client “Please take a seat, I’ll be with you in a second.”

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jasminsummers‌:

Pure embarrassment washed over the young writer, scrambling on her hands and knees, gaining more attention than necessary in her attempts to deter it. Feeling the eyes on her clumsiness, Jas did not allow herself to look up, anxiety beginning to creep over her like a shadow. She sat back for a moment, just as another came over to assist. “No—- it’s okay, you don’t have to.” Jasmin breathed angrily, staring into the empty cup before her. “There was about half a cup maybe but it’d probably gone cold. I forgot I had it to be honest. Who’s a forgetful klutz? Yup, me.” She chuckled, shrugging her shoulders at her incompetence. 

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” Juliet said as she placed the napkins on the ground and tried to mop up some of the spilled coffee. She placed the drenched napkins in the now empty cup “Don’t worry, I’ve done it myself, except mine was a full cup and I hadn’t put the lid back on properly.” Juliet still felt grateful that there hadn’t been many patrons in the cafe the day that that had happened, because she’d burst into tears when her coffee had spilled on the ground. “What are you working on?” she asked curiously gesturing to the laptop on the table above them. 

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lana-richards‌:

“i will definitely take you up on that… offer.” lana smirked - she seemed to spend the majority of her time bugging people, whether it be students or other staff members, she sometimes feared it had become her default setting, but occasionally it did come in handy. she thought for a moment, biting her lip. “we could grab something from the jade flower, then go back to mine… we could have some wine maybe? i don’t have any at home, but i could grab some now if you’d like?” she felt more relaxed now - after all, it was just juliet, and she couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather have a drink with.

“Chinese sounds good, I haven’t had it in ages and I could do with some honey chicken and fried rice.” At the thought of food her stomach growled, she’d hurriedly eaten a sandwich from the cafeteria in between clients but that had been a couple of hours ago now. “That would be great, what kind of wine were you thinking of?” she asked curiously. The exhaustion she’d been feeling when she first walked into the grocery store was gone and replaced with excitement at the chance to spend more time with her friend. 

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lana-richards‌:

“good. good!” she smiled, feeling a strange sense of pride blooming in her chest - juliet wasn’t exactly one to promise things easily. lana blushed, hoping she hadn’t made juliet feel too bad - it didn’t matter to her, the poor woman had more than enough to deal with without remembering all of her friend’s multitude of issues as well. lana hoped the other woman didn’t notice the cogs turning in her brain as she made a decision - she hadn’t eaten dinner yet, but she had a meal plan for this week that she would have to adjust. in the end, her friendship inevitably won, and she nodded. “that sounds great actually - i haven’t yet, you know me…”

“If I don’t tell her tonight, you have full permission to bug me non-stop until I actually do it.” For Juliet, there was no greater motivation then someone asking if she’d done something or not. She’d also use this technique with her clients, asking them if they had talked to one new person that week or had done something for themselves, it had varying degrees of success with other people, but for her it always worked. “What do you feel like having? I’ll be happy with whatever, so you choose.” 

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Task 001 // Census Bureau form of Dr. Juliet May Avonlea 

Full Name / Titles: Dr Juliet May Avonlea

Nicknames / Preferred Names: Jules (but she only lets her wife call her that)

Known Aliases: n/a

Date of Birth: 1st of March 1984

Place of Birth: Bellevue Hospital Center, New York City, New York.

Previous Residences / Current Residence: Past: Her family’s apartment in Manhattan, Her dorm at NYU, Her Brooklyn apartment that she had with her wife. Current: their house in Joseph Street.

Citizenship: Citizen

Religion: Agnostic

Socioeconomic Status / Political Affiliation: Upper middle class, left wing/democrat

Marital Status: Married

Sexual & Romantic Orientation: homosexual/homoromantic

Education / Occupation: PH.D in Clinical Psychology/ Clinical Psychologist

Parents: David Patrick Avonlea and Catherine Rose Avonlea

Siblings: One younger sister, Celeste Jane Avonlea.

Offspring: Maybe a two-year old daughter (but it’s still not concrete)

Pets / Other: A goldfish called Pumpkin

Notable Extended Family: Her Aunt Lily who she felt was the the only family member who ever truly cared about her.

Hair Color / Eye Color: Blond Hair and blue eyes

Height / Build: 5′6 and slim

Tattoos / Piercings: n/a

Distinguishable Features: a cleft chin  and sharp cheekbones

Dexterity: high dexterity in some things but she rarely catches a ball when it’s thrown at her.

Diagnosed Mental Disorders: panic disorder

Diagnosed Physical Aliments: n/a

Known Allergies: Allergic to tree nuts

Visual Impairment / Hearing Impairment: Uses glasses when reading and writing.

Nicotine Use / Drug Use / Alcohol Use: Only drinks socially

Likes: reading, drinking coffee, gardening, people watching + listening to indie music

Dislikes: obnoxious people, early mornings, bugs of any kind, spicy foods + being alone

Favorite Song: Keep Your Head Up - Ben Howard

Favorite Film: Notting Hill

Favorite Book: The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

Favorite Show: The X-Files

Favorite Color: Peach

Favorite Quote: “Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

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xfnoah‌:

Noah wasn’t particularly a personable person in the town, nor did he set out to be. He wasn’t interested in small talk, and friends amongst those of Boot Hill who desired to be liked. Alice was a different story, the was full of white lies and stories untold. The glow of moonlight would radiate from a girl like her. “Make your own.” He didn’t care much for Juliet’s opinion on romance, nor did he care what the current films out were. Perhaps he should have, it was his job after all. But Noah just shot the woman a glare as she asked the question. What could she have wanted.

“I’ll still be here when your movie finishes, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Juliet bit her lip to stop herself from sighing, she’d worked with teenagers who were like this. All closed off and unwilling to speak much, it took time to get them to trust her and talk. Even though Noah wasn’t her client, she recognised similar mannerisms that she’d seen in her clients who had experienced something awful in their lives. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about making a film, and I’m a horrible writer. I’ve tried writing books before but they’ve all sucked.” Juliet had no idea why she was telling him this, he didn’t seem interested in anything that she had to say. But she had a habit of talking too much when she felt awkward and right now was one of those moments. “Oh no, I was just wondering, trying to make conversation..” she trailed off fidgeting with the heart pendant on her neck.

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Juliet had just finished her shift at the hospital and was exhausted, so she had popped into the cafe to get some coffee before heading home. The line was longer than she had expected for this late in the day, while she was waiting for her coffee she glanced around at the few other patrons in the store, most of them seemed engrossed in their work, typing quickly away at their laptops, scarcely noticing the beautiful sunset outside. Juliet felt like she couldn’t judge them though, there had been many days when she was so focused on her patients that she hadn’t even glanced at the world around her. She noticed a woman spill her coffee on the ground and grabbing a handful of napkins moved over to her. “Here let me help you clean that up,” Juliet said with a smile as she bent down to where the coffee had spilled. “Was there much left in the cup?”

The sky spilled a brilliant blood orange as the sun set over Boot Hill. Jasmin had missed the warm Arizona air, and how it failed to dwindle, even as it grew dark out. She almost felt a sweat gather on her brow, though the brunette could not be sure if it was from the unusual heat or her present activities. On the counter before her sat her laptop, images of the infamous Arizona Ripper, Miguel Santos plastered over the screen. Jasmin had generally avoided the case, pictures of the murderer specifically, but her latest work assignment had lead her here, and forced her to focus on the part of her life she had so desperately tried to forget. Everyone who owned a television or a computer knew she was the daughter of Rosemarie Summers and heir to her mother’s fashion empire—- but no one knew she was also the daughter of The Ripper himself. A great discomfort suddenly fell upon the writer, feeling Santos’ picture stare at her through the screen— she slammed the laptop shut, accidentally taking out her coffee with it. “Shit.” Was all she could murmurer, head falling into hands in utter despair. 

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lana-richards‌:

“i know, but they’ve never managed it, thankfully. i just feel bad for the poor children.” lana chuckled, but it was slightly humourless. after all, after so many years it was difficult to see the funny side in those things. but then she smiled a real smile. “good - and you better do it.” lana bit her lip nervously - in all honesty, she could imagine nothing she would like less than trying to flirt with men aimlessly, as she had always felt it was something she was useless at. and a knot of anxiety settled in her stomach at the promise of lots of alcohol, and bars - she couldn’t help the connotations with her father’s drinking. “oh, i’m not sure. i’d honestly rather just stay in and have a bottle of wine, we really do need to catch up properly.” lana felt a little guilty, always the killjoy, so she added. “maybe we can do that another time, but not at the moment.”

“I will,” she promised “I’ll even do it tonight, instead off putting it off.” Juliet had a habit of procrastinating doing things that were important, sometimes she wondered how she’d even managed to propose at the right time, instead of putting it off for months. Juliet’s mind halted for a moment, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten. Of course Lana didn’t want a drink. God, she was so stupid, her exhausted mind had thought that that would have been a good idea but now she regretted saying anything at all. “We definitely do need to catch up, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. Maybe we could get dinner or something? Have you eaten yet?” 

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hosannagabriel‌:

“me too, I live with them & fear for my life daily! Plus, I’ll need to keep an eye on you,” Gabriel’s cheeky expression showed he was only teasing, though his daughter did have a killer pitching arm. The issue was, that given her minute stature, the balls she threw were usually aimed directly at Gabriel’s well…balls. But thankfully he was safe behind the display of the drunk tank, so he wouldn’t be suffering any fatal injuries today. The pastor still couldn’t help himself from shutting his eyes as the ball hurled towards its target. His stomach dropped as he fell into the drink below. It was a shock, so it took him a moment to get his bearings. The ache for air was enough to bring him to the surface again, laughing as he wiped the hair from his forehead. “on the first try too! Gotta say, I’m impressed,”

“Fear for your life? Please they are all little sweethearts, well the ones I’ve met anyway. Fine, I’ll sit in the front row, only if you promise I can sit at the end of the row so I can escape easily.” She’d been to church once, when she was about nine,with her nanny. At the time she’d thought her life was normal, that seeing her parents at the dinner table only once or twice a week, was what happened to every child. Seeing other kids hanging out with their parents, giving them hugs and kisses before they left for Sunday School had filled her with such an overwhelming sadness that she vowed to never go back. After she’d recovered from her shock from seeing the pastor drop into the water, a wide smile broke out on her face “I can’t believe I did it! I was sure that I wouldn’t hit the target! I suppose I have to go to church now though right?” 

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emergentias‌:

neve smiled stiffly at the comment. she was grateful for the beautiful things that she’d had in her life, but her childhood experiences existed along a stark bipolarity. “ah, yeah. our block parties were more just our neighbors playing music on someone’s stereo or car and having a potluck in someone’s driveway.” they were good times, especially when she was very little and all the kids could play together outside while their parents gossiped and sipped coronas or pabst blue ribbon and chain smoked. “it was really fun though. as i got older and portland started to change, they kind of disappeared and–you know how teenagers are–i probably wouldn’t have stuck around at them anyway.” as it stood, she probably still would’ve kept to herself. even in her house on tangerine street, neve made no effort to know her neighbors. she was perfectly comfortable keeping to herself and that, generally speaking, meant that her friendships were often relegated to those she knew from the hospital and juliet was no exception. “yeah, that’s how i feel about most sports to be honest.” she laughed. “but maybe we could watch them and make up our own rules or something.”

Juliet didn’t notice when Neve’s expression changed, because she had chosen that moment to pluck a piece of cotton candy from the stick and eat it. “That’s sounds like fun.” she said after she’d finished her mouthful “I wish we’d had things like that, I didn’t know what my neighbours looked like, let alone their names.” Juliet sighed softly, she recognised the fact that she’d been very lucky in life, coming from money had made life extremely easy for her but it hadn’t made her life a happy one. As a child, she would dream that if she could somehow break into her parent’s bank accounts and take all their money and give it to people who needed it, her parents would spend more than two hours a week with her. But she grew older, and realised that money wasn’t the only thing that prevented her parents from spending time with her, she was another one of those reasons, and that had been the hardest thing she’d ever had to learn. “That sounds like a good idea. Is there any that you want to see first? Because I can’t remember the schedule exactly but it’s either the riding competition or barrel racing that starts soon.” 

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nancybcy‌:

ALEC HAD BEEN holding the puppy for no less than a minute and was already in love. It kept looking at him with that joyful expression, tongue out, tail wagging. He was sold, so when the woman next to him seemed to share in his delight, he visibly beamed. “um yeah. weird thing, the guy says it’s a goldfish? So I have no idea what their stock is like? But if you wanna try we’ll be here rooting for you. You could use a friend, eh little fella?” Alec used his index to scratch the puppy’s cheek, a much appreciated gesture, it seemed. But then reality dawned on him once again. He lived at the motel and he wasn’t about to get a house. His cheerful expression changed to a slight frown. “do you think I could sneak them in every time they need to go for a walk?” Oh but…he would love a jogging buddy. Alec shrugged a little sheepishly. “I don’t have any dog stuff. Shit, guess I need to go to the store now, huh fella?” He cooed at the animal who was all too happy to gnaw on Juliet’s toy. He looked at her, already knowing the answer. “how’d you like to dog-sit while I run to the store and pick up everything he needs? Maybe try and formulate a master plan for keeping them at the hotel while you’re at it,”

“I don’t think my wife would be too happy about me randomly coming home with a dog, plus neither of us is home very much, so it wouldn’t be fair to the poor puppy. That’s certainly the strangest goldfish I’ve seen though.” Juliet said with a chuckle “Yeah that might be difficult to do.” She frowned for a moment trying to think of a way that he could sneak in a dog without being noticed. “What if you covered him with a jacket or something? It could look a little suspicious but people might think you’re just carrying a heavy coat.” As the puppy grabbed the toy from her hand, she laughed as she felt his tiny little teeth graze her fingers. At his suggestion her eyes widened slightly, Juliet had never had a dog, let alone looked after one, so she would have no idea what to do with a puppy. “You’re right, I’ll try to think of something else. I don’t know, wouldn’t that disrupt the bonding process or whatever? I could keep you company while you go shopping though, and hold him while you look in stores.” 

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hosannagabriel‌:

GABRIEL WAS never one to put someone down, even if that meant he got soaked in the process. He was okay with that, it was for a good cause, after all. He watched Juliet just narrowly catch the ball which admittedly, had been the best effort he’d seen so far. “what do you mean ‘terrible shot’? You totally caught that! I can’t wait to see you, you’ll get a special seat near the front,” He was grinning wildly. Obviously employing that sense of cheeky humor he’d developed since becoming a father. The still-dry Gabriel shut his eyes tightly, ready for Juliet to make the throw and not at all sure of what to expect.

“It was awful, I know kindergarteners who could throw better than that. Oh please, not the front, I’d prefer a seat near the back so I sneak out at the end and no one can approach me.” Juliet said with a chuckle. She spent a moment trying to gain some confidence, even though there was still some part of her who was certain that she would fail. Clutching the ball tightly in her hand she swung her arm back and threw, somehow it ended hitting the target. Juliet watched, her mouth hanging open with shock, as the pastor fell into the water. 

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lana-richards‌:

lana frowned. “i’m sure they don’t really think that.” she wasn’t sure what to say - it was hard. many people here had no respect for education or psychology. “i get it though - parents tell me the subjects we teach are useless, and try to pull their kids from the school. they’re a bit backward, in a way.” she placed a sympathetic hand on juliet’s shoulder, smiling at her slightly. “i’m sure she understands - but you do need to talk to her, let her know how you’re feeling. it will make you feel better.” then she laughed, awkwardly, and felt a blush rise in her cheeks. “i’m not sure how i feel about that. god, most of the men my age around here are parents, who’s children i’ll be teaching at some point! can you imagine?”

“None of them have said it directly to my face, but my patients tell me that their family members say things like that to them, there’s already so much shame around going to therapy and those people only make it worse.” Juliet’s eyes widened in shock “Seriously? That’s horrible. Have you ever had any parents actually manage to pull their kids out over something so trivial?” She smiled softly when Lana placed a hand on her shoulder, she knew that her friend was right, but she had a tendency to want to avoid problems until they went away. “Okay,” she said with a sigh “I’ll talk to her. I don’t know why I’m so nervous about stuff like this, it’s so silly.” Juliet chuckled softly “Some of those men will be too drunk to even remember anything the next morning, let alone what happened in a few years time. But if you don’t want to, we could just go and get a drink or two and see what happens.”