Joseph Clemont

@josephclemont

Joseph Clemont. 36. You've seen me on the news- I'm the guy in the coat and tie. {indie rp account, fc Patrick Wilson}

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super srs mun quiz

[ basics ]

name: Margaret age ( in dog years ): 133? You multiply by 7, right? closest tourist attraction: the beach b/c Florida relationship status: ha what's relationship [ personal ]

job or student: student / waitress childhood dream occupation: veterinarian, then journalist, then film director favourite parent: do people answer this question? celebrity look-alike: I've been told that I am actually Grace Gummer song title to describe you: lol Margaret in Captivity maybe?

[ the nitty gritty ]

who shot first: FUCKING GEORGE LUCAS console or pc: uh pc I guess but mac vanilla or chocolate: chocolate always unless its ice-cream marvel or dc: marvel but I'd like to adopt Batman, too download or support the artist: yikes if I love/want to support the artist, I'll but but if I just want to hear the song and I hate the artist, I'll download... is that bad? is your copy of ps legitimate: I don't have it at all b/c life did you buy winrar: nah bra do you read the terms and conditions: does anyone really peanut or jam first: I don't understand the question but I love peanut butter woody or buzz: woody4ever favourite chip flavour: salt and pepper kettle chips are always good

A note about shipping with me

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own separate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

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Reaching over she picked up the menu before looking it over. “See I’ve never been a fan of those. I love chocolate, and I love pancakes, but they can’t be together. I just can’t do it.” She shook her head before putting the menu back on the table. “I’m gonna stick to the regular ones, at least I know I like them.”

"Hm. Okay. But don't blame me when you're halfway through the stack of pancakes and craving something chocolatey." Joseph opened his own menu and closed it just as quickly. "I already know what I'm getting." He set the menu down and leaned back against the booth, giving the waitress a smile and a nod from across the restaurant.

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"Not by much." She pointed out. Cass stepped closer to him with a small, clearly fake, glare. "Don’t push your luck Joseph. I can just as easily get back in the cab and go home." Once they were inside the diner she looked around before picking a window booth near the back. "I’m going to judge you on that. If they’re not good I’m going to be disappointed."

She stepped closer, and Joseph raised his eyebrows in mock fear before following her to a booth in the back. He sat down and pulled to menus from the end of the table, setting one next to him for Cass. "Hm. In that case, I recommend the chocolate chip pancakes. Extra syrup, too. You can't go wrong."

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Sure, it was a nice job and paid the bills, but it was just a sliver of what Chey really wanted to do. Her dreams were out of this world, probably too much so, but even then her dreams were most likely deemed childish. “Thanks,” she said softly with a smile, “I’m just really into film and photography. I hope to one day make something inspiring. A film, short film, documentary, etc etc. Something along those lines. But for now I try my best to keep music alive.” At the mention of VMA’s, her eyebrows rose as she thought about that horrendous night. Everything seems perfect from far away, and considering she was the one holding the event all together, she could see how messy of a night it truly was. Chey was the one who put out all the fires, who had to fix any sort of technical mishap. Though she was dressed up nice for the night, she constantly had her headset on and was a busy bee. It wasn’t until the after party she got to enjoy herself, but even then she never found large parties anything to enjoy. “Oh, yes, I was there. Working. Like crazy. That’s very kind of you to say, but those events are always so… messy. Hectic. Never thought something like it would be a part of my job description.” She gave him a smile then shook her head in realization she was talking too much about herself. “So, tell me more about your job. Do you enjoy it?”

"Well, it didn't look messy or hectic. It was fun. That means you did a good job." Joseph took another sip of his coffee. She was on the good side; their jobs might have been different, but they were both fighting for creative content, whether in film or in news. He could respect that. "My job is incredibly boring. People put me in a suit and put make-up on my face. I read what's on the teleprompter- usually something stupid and unimportant. I write news stories, though the the network is determined to put an end to that by airing none of them. I get the make-up wiped off my face and I go home. Occasionally I get sent to small town to interview what we like to call 'real people.' And that's it. Film and photography, that's a lot more interesting."

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"Try really hard not to do that." When they pulled up to the diner she leaned forward so she could see out the window. "Even if you took me right home there’s still only a forty percent chance of you getting my top off. And you did say this place has pancakes, so you can’t take that back." Cass waited for him to get out before sliding to the door to do the same. Reaching out she took his hand before standing. "Is it bad that i’m excited for pancakes?"

"Forty percent? So my chances have gone up." Joseph pulled her forward by her hand, closing the car door and leading the way to the door of the diner. "You know, forty percent is a lot. If there's a forty percent chance of rain, it's probably going to rain." He pushed the door and held it open for her. "Pick a booth, any booth. And no, it's not bad. The pancakes her are amazing."

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"Oh because you think that the arm around my shoulders is going to give you another little bump?" Cass smiled before leaning back against the seat. She shifted a little to get comfortable before laughing. At least he was funny, that was always a plus. "I would rather you didn’t do that. See you wouldn’t be able to do anything fun so it would just be a waste."

"On that, we agree. In that case, I'll do my best not to trip over a curb or something." Joseph took a look at the meter, and then out the window just as they pulled up next to the diner. "As much as I'd like to take you straight home, the phase "at least buy me dinner first applies. You were promised pancakes, and I'd never deprive someone of pancakes." Joseph took his wallet out of his pocket and paid the taxi drive before shoving it back in his pocket, opening the door and getting out of the cab. He held out his hand to Cass to help her out.

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“Thirty-five percent chance that you see me naked. And it’s only because you’re kind of funny and I do feel bad for how awful your first try at sexting went.” Cass turned her head slightly to look at the arm he’d wrapped around her. It was unexpected but she couldn’t say it bothered her. She actually found it kind of entertaining. “Try a little charm. That goes a long way with a girl.”

"Forty-five. You're math is right, but I'm making my own prediction here." Joseph adjusted his arm, leaving it draped across her shoulders. "You feel bad for me. Wow. Well, maybe I'll forget the whole charm thing and play off that. I've never gone that route before- how far do I get if I break my leg?" He smirked at her as mischievously, hoping she would catch that he was joking and decide not to hit him.

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"Yeah it’s not a bad record… but you’re o for one with the whole picture thing. That is a bad record no matter what you put it against." Cass didn’t bother looking at the driver as they spoke. He was the last person she expected to make a comment about anything. She looked down at her knee after he tapped it and laughed. "So is that you saying you think you’ll get to see me in person?" Her smile grew as she leaned close to his hear. "There’s about a sixty-five percent chance you wont see me naked by the end of this. In person or otherwise.”

"Sixty-five percent?" Joseph raised an eyebrow. "So there's a forty-five percent chance that I will see you naked? Those are good odds. Better than I expected them to be, at this point." When she leaned in closer to him, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her, determined to keep her close. "If you've got any idea on how I can make those chances better, feel free to let me know."

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"And it scared you so much you can never do it again. You poor thing." She shook her head in mock pity before facing forward again. "Everything’s better in person, and there’s less of a chance that you’ll be showing the goods to the wrong person. Though with your luck you’d show up at the wrong apartment without any clothes on." Cass really didn’t have much faith in him when it came to things like that. The accidental picture had been enough for her to judge him on that.

"You know, I'm not always fucking things up. I do an international news broadcast six nights a week with minimal mistakes on air, and now only one mishap including me sending 'inappropriate' pictures to the wrong person. Not a bad record." He said it without a glance at the driver. New York City taxi drivers were like priests; nothing left their cab confessionals. "But I'll agree; it is better in person." He had a habit of talking with his hands when off the air, and he emphasized the sentence by tapping her knee lightly with his knuckle at the word 'person.'

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"Yeah it would be funny. I mean you might get to report on it later." She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked over at him. "Well that’s good to know." Cass paused before moving a little closer. "So I have to ask. Do you normally send those pictures out or was this you just trying something crazy?"

"And therein lies the irony." Joseph happened to be looking forward, not at her, but he saw her scoot a little closer in his peripheral vision. He couldn't help but grin, which she'd surely notice. "Believe it or not, this was my first endeavor into sending anything that would be considered pornography. Probably my last, too- not that this hasn't lead to a nice night, of course. I think I prefer the physical to the virtual."

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Chey instantly tucked in her lips to hold back a chuckle because she didn’t want to imply that she believed that he appeared that way. “Well, I don’t think that all. I think it’s because you look so casual. I’m used to the whole suit and all the bells and whistles sort of thing. But this is a nice look on you.” A small smile was sent his way before it was covered by her coffee cup. It was weird to be used to seeing someone on television and having to see them in person, but this was something she was particularly used to due to her job. And though she often took pride in where she worked, that was suddenly gone whenever he asked about it. He was so worldly and important, and her job was just a joke compared to his. She slowly set her cup down and breathed in. “Well, I work in the video industry. But, I work for MTV,” she admitted with a small chuckle, “And before you ask, no I’m not involved with any of those god awful reality shows that ruined MTV. I’m sort of the glimmer of hope in the biz, because I’m involved with making music videos. I do other things like help put together award shows and whatnot. It’s not really anything impressive, but at least it’s fun.”

Video industry and MTV were not among Joseph's favorite words. He managed, with effort, to keep a smile on his face through them. The smile was helped along, in fact transformed to a genuine one, by the description of her job. Like most people over the age of 20, he had fond memories of MTV from when it was mostly music videos. It inspired most people his age, including himself, to become some sort of music snob. A glimmer of hope, indeed. And he was no stranger to pandering occasionally to be able to do what you really want. He was, after all, in the news industry. "Well, it sounds impressive. Definitely a respectable endeavor." Joseph watched her sip her coffee and was compelled to do the same. Mid-sip, he thought of something and swallowed, setting his drink down. "Were you at the VMAs this year? World News sent me- it was well put together," he offered. It was; though not exactly his cup of tea, it was planned effectively, as fun as it could have been and altogether well done.

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The taller figure had looked as if he’d just woke up from some sort of trance, and she felt bad for interrupting him. But he seemed fine and let her have it. Pulling it her way after he gave it a push, she nodded a thanks and tapped the cigarette against the glass tray. A smile had been given to her, and it gave her a smug look. But after the couple seconds of interaction, she figured she should leave him alone.

Pulling smoke, her attention quickly switched as she heard him speak again. By instinct, she wanted to giggle, but in this case she’d probably start choking. It wasn’t a bad proposal, but she always found it ridiculous when someone tried to talk to her. The girl didn’t see much in herself, and approachable would not be used if she were to explained herself.

Exhaling, she looked directly back at the man. Joseph, she thought and let the name sit in her mind for a second. “Char-” came out of her mouth, but then she stopped. A bar she wasn’t a fan of and stranger… Quickly switching gears, her lips pressed before she tried speaking again with a hand out to shake. “Bunny. Nice to meet you, Joseph. But I’ve sort of already ordered, so unless you’re into the idea of shots or I guess a beer wouldn’t hurt,” Charlie shrugged, turning him down but giving another offer.

"Bunny." He nodded his acceptance of the title. The snark of calling her Char-Bunny when she so clearly was trying to create a fake name seemed as if it would be off-putting, so Joseph managed to resist.

"Well, shots it is, then. It'll go perfectly with whatever it is you ordered." Joseph usually liked to drink nice things slowly, but today he just wanted to be drunk. The process of getting there didn't seem to matter, and any process seemed a lot brighter when a good looking woman was involved. He waved to the bartender, held out two fingers and mouthed his order. Words wouldn't make it from him to the bartender with the band playing so loudly, which means the drink probably wouldn't be what he ordered. Oh well.

The drinks showed up quickly- shot glasses with vodka, no frills about it. Perfect, as far as he was concerned. He nodded to the bartender of two more and picked the two that had been brought over up, holding one out to 'Bunny'. "Here you go. Cheers?"

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"In Chelsea." Cass repeated. She slowly shook her head before walking the the taxi he flagged down. "You better not be trying to kill me. Getting killed my the guy on the news is not a fun way to go." Once he opened the door she got into the back of the cab. "Thanks."

"Yes, in Chelsea." Joseph sat down on the seat next to her and pulled the door closed. "Definitely not fun, but a little funny, for irony's sake. 44 9th Ave, please," he said, directing the end to the cab driver. "If you need the reassurance, I promise I'm not trying to kill you. The plot line reads too much like new noir."

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