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Roleplay Blog for Jude Kidd of the @ClaremontHQ Community {Mun & Muses 21+ } TRACKING TAGS: INMECREDUNT && CLAREMONTHQ

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drajroberts:

    “ No, uh… seats not taken. Not anymore. ” 

She seems more than a little bummed it. It’s more than evident through the double meaning her words seem to hold. He wants to ask but he isn’t sure he has the right, nor is it his place. He slides in next to her anyway and thinks of anything to say that isn’t insensitive. “Thanks,” He says quietly, before deciding she looks too upset to ignore. “Pardon my intrusiveness, but are you alright?”

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quaefamiliaest:

Hey guys! I’ve been on a tiny hiatus but I’m back and here to do whatever replies I owe + write a couple open starters. I’ll be on all four blogs. Please please please feel free to hit me up about interacting or to plot. Let’s get this RPG moving again.

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teaganxsmith:

“Jude.” she smiled. She had to school her face in order  to talk too a friend because she didn’t want let it been known why she was here when her own husband didn’t know why she was there. “No its just work is pulling me every which way and my step daughter hates me but you know me. I love a chance to prove I can win anyone over.” she nodded.

He squints at her apprehensively. He was pretty perceptive despite his extra curricular activities and Teagan was a good friend of his. He’s had his concerns about her marriage but knows not to push when he shouldn’t. He just wants her to know that she has friends if she needs them-- himself included. “I can understand that-- but hey-- you’ll figure it out.” He reassures her, even though he can tell it weighs on her more than she lets on. “And you’re not alone.” He reminds her. “Why don’t we go get some late night breakfast or something? They let me off early tonight.” He suggests.

[quaefamiliaest]

Hey guys, sorry for the lack of activity. It’s been a rough week for me. I’ll likely be around tomorrow on all blogs to get some replies out. I was debating hiatus, but I’d prefer to try to stick it out. I’m gonna head to bed early tonight so that I can be here sooner than later.

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Gotta get some sleep. I’ll be back in the afternoon sometime. This is a free invitation to hit up my INBOX && IM if you’re interested in plotting, connections, or a starter. I’m here for it.

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teaganxsmith:

Walking of the doctors off she tried to keep her emotions at bay, she knew the outcome because it was always the outcome; yet she suckered herself into believe that she could do what so many other women could carry a child into this world. “Its okay. Its okay. Its okay.” she whispered to herself as she tried to find her car. She thought of her husband the man she loves so much and she knows that’s deep down inside he wants another kid but she pushes those thoughts away because she had to build herself back up which is something she getting too good at doing but she marches on until she them, placing her head in hands she counts to three before speaking. “Hi.” she cool, and calm the Teagan everyone knows. 

Jude, having known Teagan as long as he had, knows just how not okay she is at present. It didn’t help that he’d taken up shifts at the hospital and had seen her leaving-- looking upset. When he finally catches up to her, his hands immediately rise to her shoulders. “Hey--...” He calls out quietly, his expression filled with concern and empathy. He tries to remember why she’d be here and has to hold in a sad sigh of his own. “Bad news?” He asks, keeping his tone quiet and gentle. He doesn’t want to make her talk about it if she isn’t ready, but he knows that she can’t keep bottling things up.

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nalaxhai:

almond orbs roll in slow motion asher glance falls back upon the sandy blonde. his expression was one she had seen often, and though he did not mutter a word. she knew well enough there was some partial judgement and concern behind his solemn like expression. “maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. that’s for me to know and for you to bud out.” she tosses back his way, her tone a little more playful. she was much more set on changing the subject. “so, i take it you had a good day or…?”

He jerks his head in mock offense. “Butt out, huh?” He repeats, traces of a smile playing at his lips. “I’ll get it out of one of you eventually-- so you may as well give it up now.” He comments, seemingly unworried over the idea. He finally reaches his own drink back to his lips to finish it off. “Well-- define good day--” He concedes to the topic change. “If you consider a good day-- sleeping after a night shift at the hospital and then waking up to Emma breaking into my apartment again to chew me out about something I don’t remember-- yeah sure.”

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clara-carter:

“i deal with liars everyday—people who truly believe that their word is enough to show their demented truth. when truly it’s farther from it than ever.” tilting her head at the though, a low sigh slips past rose painted lips. was she to ever expect much from the individuals she slapped cuffs on. no, never. “imagine that. going through life thinking you have yourself figured out–only to rest your head at night consistently questioning who the hell you are and your whole purpose.” this conversation was becoming way too deep for someone who was running on four hours of sleep. 

“but i will tell you one thing, no one ever wants to see anyones truest nature. no matter what they say.”

He turns his head side to side again in thought. He listens carefully as she continues. “I think that’s what is commonly referred to as part of the human condition.” He considers lightly. “Everyone faces that for some of if not most of their life-- that and the fear of imminent death.” He replies. “But I also think that doing what you do-- you see a lot more of the bad in people than the good. You’ve just got to balance it out more.” He suggests, leaning toward her. He can tell she’s tired and he’s tempted to insist that she get some sleep. He knew what killer shifts were like all too well.

“I think you’re right about that-- but you shouldn’t let it tear you up. You’ve got enough to worry about.” He attempts to move the conversation along to something less heavy. “Just how much sleep have you had Clara?”

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lucian-king:

“ i have encountered a lot of dry humor in my days, normally it comes down to taste. though many do believe comedy is meant to be offensive, not all of it is in good taste.” he notes. “i believe i am far past my prime on that note, my form of comedy would not relate to those of this generation. i think i will leave that show up to you.”

“You’re not wrong, but I feel like it’s pretty messed up that people have to be so offensive to be considered funny-- it’s partially why most comedy does little for me. Who knows? Maybe I’d be more interested in your form of standup than you think.” He agrees with the older man. He considers the last part. Not that his band didn’t practice-- but he hadn’t performed in a while. He’d been taking on a lot of night shifts. “If I had the energy maybe-- but someone’s gotta work grave-- people don’t stop needing emergency medical treatment just cause the sun went down.”

[quaefamiliaest]

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Hey guys! Sorry for the absence! Work’s been nuts, but I’m on Spring Break now so I should be on a lot more this coming week. I’m here working on replies from the various muses that I owe. If you’re interested in plotting or even just chatting out of character, feel free to hit me up via IM.

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quaefamiliaest:

I’m gonna decide on a theme for Cam’s blog and probably call it a night. I keep staying up too late and having trouble getting up for work the next day. I’m pretty sure I got most of the replies and starters. Just think. This time Friday night I’ll be on vacation from work for a whole week! Yessss!!!

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lucian-king:

“ i find it hilarious that most people believe i do not have much of a sense of humor. contrary to belief, i’m quite funny—even indulged in some standup comedy here or there when i was a bit younger. didn’t get far in though, bought a comedy club instead.”

“Hey man-- to each their own.” He grins, dropping his head with a short laugh. “I think everyone has a sense of humor, some people just don’t read it as well as others.” He considers, pushing his lips out thoughtfully. “Maybe you should do an old standup routine at the club some time-- probably surprise the hell out of the town.” He suggests with a lopsided grin.

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clara-carter:

“ in the end it’s all about perception right? who you are—who people think you are? someone is always going to assume they know you, like they’ve got you all figured out. and hey, maybe they do. but i refuse to believe people are as transparent as they portray themselves to be. no ones ever that one sided. ”

“I’d say that’s completely fair and likely correct.” The blonde agrees, turning his head to the side slowly. His eyes narrow thoughtfully as he looks her over. He appreciates the her sharing the contents of her thoughts and putting them forth the way she does. He’d always been one for deep thoughts of his own. He relishes the idea that he isn’t alone in that.

“I don’t think anyone is as simple or straightforward as they try to make themselves seem. Everyone has their complexities-- even if someone were as you say, “as transparent as they portray themselves to be”-- I don’t believe any of us is capable of even knowing ourselves to our truest nature in most cases.”

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I’m gonna post this on Judah because he’s a big fat stoner and won’t judge me-- but I’m totally baked right now and it would make sense that my mom and I get along better when I’m stoned. Like legit, I think she doesn’t want to admit it, but she likes stoner!Lois. We just stood and talked for like fifteen minutes, both of us cracking up. Okay, Jude is still judging me, but he appreciates it too.

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quaefamiliaest:

Hey peaches! I’m gonna sit and watch part of a movie while I eat dinner. Then I should be on for interactions && to work on Cameron’s blog. I’m available via IM && Discord if you want to chat or plot! I welcome both!

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seekingxjade:

“Not everyone has the same shooting style, that’s for sure”

He huffs a silent laugh at her response, his face crinkling with amusement as he locks eyes with her. “You’re not wrong about that.” He agrees. “But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing-- I like to embrace the differences between individuals-- it’s what makes us just that-- individual.”

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seekingxjade:

“I don’t see a better way, if I am going to waste my breath insulting someone I want them to know it”

“Who said they wouldn’t know it? But fair enough-- to each their own I suppose.” He shrugs, looking up at her again.