Julia Simon

Creative, adventerous, hot headed, single.

[julia-simon]

Julia Simon

32 // She/Her // Suffix Mills // Art Teacher at Heartsdale High 

·   two positive traits: Creative and adventurous

·   two negative traits: Hot headed and irresponsible

·   length of time in heartsdale: 32 years

·   faceclaim: Tessa Thompson

Julia Simon has been passionate about painting since she was a child. Her parents, a stay at home mom and a father who was a professor at the local University, raised her in their family home in Suffix Mills. They weren’t rich by any means but they were comfortable so she never missed a meal and always had new clothes for each school year. Her parents supported her dreams, they sent her to summer camps that revolved around Art and creativity, and they made sure she always had extra canvases and an array of paints at her disposal. 

Julia's father passed away when she was in 10th grade. They said it was a rare case, that he was healthy and shouldn’t have had a heart attack at his young age. The only thing he left behind was chaos. He had a gambling addiction that left them in a hole. The money they had saved for her to go to college had been spent and upon looking into their finances her mother discovered that they were thousands in debt. When the funds from his 401K came through they were able to settle some of the debts. Thankfully their home was paid off so it was one less thing for them to worry about. 

Julia worked hard in school, though she had been spending more time partying with the outcasts than studying. She had dreams to go to the Savannah College of Art and Design so she knew she would need to keep a good average but what really mattered was her art. Julia couldn't afford to go so she applied for an assistance program, unfortunately they didn't have any more spots open for the year she graduated but she was invited to apply for the next term and was accepted. Julia was so excited to start her career but that all went away when she realized she was pregnant at 19. 

She didn’t know if she wanted to keep the baby, she wasn’t sure if she could give up everything she had been working towards. She had not been romantically involved with the father of the baby so she wasn’t sure if he would stick around to help raise her. Yes, Her. The baby was a girl, and when Julia found out she made the choice to keep her, who knew that’s all it would take. With the help of the baby's father she was able to raise the child and all the while worked on her art and went to school part time. 

She wasn't able to go to the school that she dreamed of but she was able to attend Heartsdale University and finally received her bachelors. Julia is now the art teacher at the local High School and is raising her daughter Alice in the same home that she was raised in.

[julia-simon]

sebastian-warren​:

His features softened as his friend requested for him to join her side, a dramatic sigh escaping him in a playful manner. There was no doubt that Sebastian adored Julia; she was after all, the closest thing the teacher had to a sibling. Her daughter, however, had stolen his heart the moment he met her. “Fine, I’ll be strong this one time but I am buying her a gift in reparation. You are lucky I love board games, card games and dominoes” he mused, half-jokingly. At her correct assess regarding his students and how attached he was to his job, all Sebastian could do was chuckle, resting his weight on the nearest counter. “Like you’re one to talk. You’re the only person I know who actually likes working with teenagers. And I’ll have you known in my years cooking for myself only like, two times there was a fire hazard” the blond then stuck out his tongue at the other, playfully. Then, a simple node at his friend’s request. “What about next time you let me host dinner? Alice can help me cook, I’ll get to cook for the three of you and you won’t move a hand and all you’ll have to do is have fun” he suggested. 

A complicit chuckle escaped his lips as Julia as he described her daughter’s usage of salt on her dish, nudging her with his shoulder “Can’t be as bad as the that one time tried cooking for you while on painkillers and used all that pepper on the bolognese and ended up making it inedible and a health hazard. But you are an angel from heavens above and I will take that mix” a pause. “I can’t believe she’s like, old enough to want to cook already” the blue-eyed mentioned, eyes directed to the proud mother. “You’re one of the best mothers I know, have I ever told you that?” Seb grinned. As Julia talked about her celebration in more detail, all the eldest could do was sit and listen, nodding every now and then to let her know he was, indeed, listening. “I say next time you let Alice do a whole ham for Rory and let him have it so he learns. At least no one got incredibly drunk and started talking shit, right?” he whispered the last part, in case the little one could hear him from the other side of the house. “Tell Dom I found the game I told him the other day! I’ll give it next time I see them” then, came a sigh follow by a fond smile. “Thanks, Juls. You know I volunteer every year at least a couple hours, it makes me feel at home. But, if you don’t mind me coming a little late I have a sweet potato casserole recipe I’ve been dying to try I can do for you guys.”

“I am lucky, incredibly lucky to have you - but you already know this.” Julia reached out to lightly pinch his arm. She didn’t know what she would do if he didn’t come around so often and hang out with them all, he was her sanity sometimes. “That kid’s going to bleed all of the money from you if you’re not careful.” She raised a brow. Seb had always been generous with his gifts, something Julia had always been grateful of - though she felt bad that she couldn’t always give the same to her daughter. “You know what, teenagers are the future - don’t you remember being a teenager and having so many dreams and ideas?” Maybe one reason that Julia liked teenagers was because she had her baby when she was one so she didn’t really get to do all the things she dreamed of. Her gaze that had fallen on her wine glass shifted back up to meet his. “You’d let Alice help cook at your place? You must have amazing insurance.” Julia chuckled before pushing away the now empty wine glass, there hadn’t been much left in there to begin with. Upon him saying she was one of the best mothers he knew she reached out and hugged his arm. “Thank you, I try so hard for her. I just want her to be happy.” She pulled back and picked at a dessert tray that had been sitting on the counter. Julia’s mom and Alice could be heard from the dining room, laughter filling the halls. “I couldn’t have done it alone- I’m so grateful for my mom being around.” She leaned back into the stool’s backrest.  

“Oh, god. Don’t remind me.” She covered her face with her hands. “Deal.” Julia said with a nod. “Hungry?” She asked, nodding at a plate that was made for him sitting in the oven to keep it warm. “Yeah, maybe he wouldn’t come back the next year because he will have been a-salt-ed.” Julia joked about her daughters cooking. “Yeah, alright- see I told mom that you have Thanksgiving all planned out in advance but you know how she is. I’m- well, we’ll be glad if you take us up on the offer. Plus, I’ll eat anything you make.” When he asked if anyone got drunk and started talking shit, she nodded her head and sighed. “You have one guess.” Julia said seriously.

[archivedmattsullivan]

─── starter for @julia-simon​

SOMEWHERE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD, SUFFIX MILLS — Wherever Matt went his dogs went as well. They usually just stayed close and were never in need of a leash, even the husky. This evening they were walking the neighborhood so that Rian and Fiadh could stretch their legs a bit. With Sully’s being busy and him spending his free time with Selvi, he hadn’t gotten to the lake in a while where he usually let the dogs run their hearts out and expel all that energy they possessed.  When he saw Julia approaching, Matt turned his head and gave her a smile. “They’re friendly, don’t worry.” Currently, the dogs had stopped to check out a flower bush. Rian especially loved to stop and smell flowers, it was the funniest thing to Matt but all animals had their quirks too. “How’ve you been? Getting excited for the holiday break coming up?”

[julia-simon]

Julia was gardening in the front yard with her mom when she saw Matt walking his dogs. She stood and patted the dirt off her pants, telling her mom she would be back. Her mom gave her an -alright but you’re doing the weeding next time quip. Julia shook her head and waved her off as she walked over to him. “Hey Matt.” Julia’s lips grew into a smile as she got closer to the dogs. “Oh, fantastic.” She said about the dogs, reaching her hand out to scratch the back of their ears. She slipped her gardening gloves off and stuck them in the back pocket of her jeans. “I’ve been good, just work and family- yes, yes, yes I am ready for a little vacation. We’re going to visit some family in Tennessee soon and I’m ready for a little more snow and Alice is excited.” 

[julia-simon]

Ira x Julia

Julia found herself at the local hardware supply store, a long list in hand filled with the items she would need to repair her broken sink. It wasn’t just dripping nonstop, or leaking from the bottom, the old porcelain sink had been cracked almost in half by her daughter. She was browsing the different faucets that would best match the new sink that had recently been delivered to her house when she spotted one of her old friends brother. “Ira?” Julia called, getting his attention. “Hey, I thought the soonest I would see you would be at the cafe tomorrow morning,” she teased. “Working on a project?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

[julia-simon]

coltwinslow​:

Colt gave her a laugh, “Absolutely helps, and I wish it was that simple.” He did have a calm demeanor with them, which is why animals tended to flock to him. They seemed to instinctively know he was safe. He would do right by them. He gave the mare a pat and then came to stand up next to the woman to chat. “Colt Winslow, if you’ve been here for a while and you go to town hall meetings, you know my dad. He’s the pain in the ass.” At her questions Colt grinned, “Peppermints. Usually the wrapper sound gets them curious. It’s always hit and miss if they like them. Most do, but some have never been exposed. All my patients get one when we’re done though.” 

“My daughter would love you, she’s obsessed with horses.” Julia slowly took a step closer, looking up at the horse and the man, each considerably taller than her. “Nice to meet you, Colt. I’m Julia Simon, I work down at the High School.” She introduced herself as she slid her hands into her jean jacket. “Yeah, ah- I want to say Wayne, right?” She asked with a tilt of her head. “Small town.” She shrugged. “My mom always dragged me along to those meetings, it was like her social club.” Julia laughed. “Oh, right on time for the holidays.” She joked. “Do you like working with them? You seem to have that certain something this guy’s comfortable with.”

[robertdowney-jr]

Sakshi’s (@bethel-wilson) favourite people

Christmas week (Day 6): Tessa Thompson 🎄🎅🏻

[julia-simon]

vivienne-fonseca​:

Vivienne let Julia speak. She understood the feeling of home, but less as a place and more as a person. That had always been how she made her home, in people, in the warmth of their laughter, in the way they would wait up for her when she’d come in late- how they could read her knowing when to come and when to go. There was trouble with making homes out of people. They don’t stay. One day you’ll be faced with an empty closet without a letter or, worse, a wake where all you have are memories and photographs. Growing up, Brooklyn hadn’t felt like a home, not in her mothers’ house. It was simply a house. Her brother was home, her cousins, her friends- she needed them more than ornate walls and fancy things. There were times Viv wished she’d felt different, a place could stay the same forever, while a person was prone to change - come and go. Heartsdale was proof of that. Except for a few things here and there, it was essentially the same as when she was a girl and would visit on her holidays- she thought it would bring her comfort, but it’d brought her longing instead. A wistful sigh, “That sounds lovely- making someplace home.” She clarified. Viv covered her face with her paint-covered palm, hiding the flush in her cheeks- “It’s hope.” Vivienne sighed, peeling her hand away from her face and sipping from her wine glass until it was empty. “It’s how I felt moving here. Stupidly hopeful.” She laughed despite herself, rolling her green hues. “I miss gallery showings.” Peering around to Julia’s painting, “It’s Alice-” She exclaimed, “It’s bright, makes me miss summer-” Viv hummed, “I need more wine- you want a refill?” She asks as she pours another glass ful for herself.

Julia finished the rest of what was in her glass. “I guess it’s easier said than done, but once you do something just clicks. Some people call it comfort but I feel like it might be more than that. Stability? Trust?” Julia rambled as she took Viv up on her offer and reached her glass out for a refill. “Hope is important, when you have hope then so many things are possible. I’m a believer of manifestation, maybe hope is a big part of that.” She said, thanking Viv with a nod as she filled her glass. Julia brought it up to her lips and took a sip, taking a deep breath after as she could feel the wine warm her tummy. She popped another grape into her mouth and chewed in between words. “That reminds me, my mom left a little Christmas present for you inside by the door so don’t forget to grab it before you leave!” Julia leaned in, pretending to whisper. “She knitted you a throw blanket, but she didn’t wrap it so she said it’s okay that I spoiled the surprise.” She chuckled.

Julia turned back to her own painting and beamed, she loved the way it was turning out. “Don’t worry, summer will be here soon and you’ll be sweating balls in no time.” She laughed, shaking her head.

[julia-simon]

isamartin​:

Successfully convincing someone to steer clear of the place she just wasted money was something Isa immediately felt help over. However, the woman’s follow up question was not one she anticipated. “Uh…well, honestly? I’ve only been here like a couple weeks now. So, unless you’re in the mood for coffee and donuts, I’m probably not the one you wanna ask that,” she regrettably admitted. “Sorry,” she added with a grimace.

“Oh, don’t apologize, welcome to Heartsdale!” Julia tightened her jacket around her midsection at the breeze. “It’s a great town- ah, city. Since this place isn’t good I’d suggest one of my usual's, it’s a taco truck in Kingston that always parks next to this little gas station but their food is amazing and isn’t just tacos.” She offered. “There’s also a Thai place in Suffix Mills, they have the best Crab Rangoon’s I’ve tried in a long time.” Julia added. “What brings you to Heartsdale?” She asked with a tilt of her head. “Oh, sorry, that’s very forward.” Julia gave her a grimace.

[julia-simon]

vivienne-fonseca​:

julia-simon​:

Vivienne’s head was tilted back towards the warmth of the Georgia sun. There was a slight chill in the air- nothing like the bitter cold of Brooklyn. Her wine glass balanced in one hand, a paintbrush was bouncing against her knuckles in the other. “Hmm?” She asked, looking over to Julia, a warm smile on her lips before looking back to her blank canvas. Tapping the tip of the brush on her knee Vivienne took a deep drink. In truth, it had been such a long time since she had painted anything, let alone looked at her paints. Still, when Julia made plans, Viv couldn’t say no- Setting her glass down, Vivienne sighed, “That will be fun-” She replied, doubt settled in her bones, “I haven’t painted since before I moved into town-” Since before Ivan passed, she didn’t add. Closing her eyes, she thought of Heartsdale, what it meant to her, “I’m thinking of the town, the peach groves- what this place means to me.” Starting in on her underpainting Viv stopped a moment later for some fruit, “What do you think?” She gestured to a painting shaping up to be a woman with a ray of hopeful light cast across her face.

“I always thought I wanted to get out of here, but honestly I don’t think I could see myself anywhere else right now. Alice’s school and her friends are here, and I couldn’t leave my mom. This place hasn’t always felt like home, but the last decade has really changed the way I see this place.” Julia started with bright colors as she spoke, her muse waking up as she listened to Julia’s words. She thought about how she and Alice made orange lemonade that morning, something she surprisingly liked even though she thought it was a strange idea. She had this vison of Alice in her summer dress, her a sassy look on her face. She was lost in her own world for a moment until Viv drew her attention. She stood from her stool, glad for the break since her butt was falling asleep. She picked up her glass and walked around the side of the canvas to look at Viv’s painting. “Wow, this feels.. honest and raw.” She leaned in, admiring the way the focus fell on her eyes. “I love it.” Julia stood back and took a sip of her wine. “When will you be showing in a gallery?” She teased, bumping her shoulder with Viv’s.

[julia-simon]

sebastian-warren​:

Sebastian’s already cheerful demeanour brightened up as he was greeted and shown inside the household. The California man loved his home, it was the first home he had boult for himself; and he was proud of what he had accomplished by a person who never really had done it before. It was a place where he could relax, be by himself and have some down time whenever he needed it. However, Julia’s house had always had more of a home feeling to him than any of the places he had ever lived in; her family felt more like his family than those who shared blood links with him so any time he could spend with them was something he truly treasured. “Glad I can be of service. Are they teaming up again against you? Because I am afraid to inform you, I’ll side with them. Can’t say no to those two” he mused jokingly, lips curling up into a smirk.

The blond rolled his eyes fondly at his friend’s compliment. “Do you want me to become a baker just so I can bring you treats every day? I can do that without burning my house down” Seb chuckled. Truth was, he really did enjoy baking, found it calming even and Julia from all people knew that fact about him. Following his friend to the kitchen, Sebastian chuckled as he was informed of how the Simon family had spent their thanksgiving. “How much salt are we talking here? Because I really can’t say no to that kid and if she asks me to eat it, I will and I need to be ready” he winked. “Did you have fun? Any of your cousins caused any trouble?” then, he shrugged. “It was good. I volunteered most of the day , watched the parade and Poll and I went on a long walk. It was a fun day.”

“They are, as always!” Julia shook her head, reaching out to grab her glass of wine that she had been sipping on earlier that evening. “Oh, what’s new? Be on my side for once.” She teased, taking a sip of her wine. She scrunched her nose momentarily, it was warm now because she had forgotten about it in the kitchen earlier, but she didn’t mind. “I think you might miss your students too much to be a baker, plus I don’t know if I completely trust that you wouldn’t burn your house down.” She tilted her head back and laughed at her quip because he was one of the most gentle and careful people she knew. 

“-But I’ll still take the pies, or any other treats you have to offer. Actually, come make one here with us soon, I know Alice would love that and mom would tell us we’re doing everything wrong but it would still be a blast.” Julia leaned onto the counter, her arms crossing in front of her as she raised a brow at his salt question. “We’re talking more salt than that restaurant we went to last month in Downtown added to our appetizer. You can suffer through all you’d like, or I can mix in just a little with the one I made to cut the saltiness.” She offered. “Maybe she won’t offer you some if we don’t say anything. Good luck either way.” Julia rested her chin on her palm, her face growing into a grimace as he asked about her holiday. “I mean, it was overall a great day. Rory came by for only an hour, ate half our ham, and took a whole pie with him when he left.” She rolled her eyed as she spoke about her least favorite cousin. “But other than that we had a great day - oh, Dominic and Emily say hello and that they hope you’re doing well.” She passed on the message. “That sounds fantastic! How’s Poll doing? Next year if you don’t volunteer mom says she wants you here.”

[julia-simon]

coltwinslow​:

The mare was a proud one, her head and neck high and arched as she blew out a snort in their direction. Colt smiled. It reached his heart. It hurt him a little. Something so graceful and beautiful. He crinkled the wrapper again, and her head lowered, coming to curiously regard Colt. At the woman behind him question, Colt looked over his shoulder and nodded. “I rode polo for a handful of years, groomed to pay for lessons, and I’m an equine vet. I’m acquainted with horses.” Didn’t mean he couldn’t get hurt, but it gave him a better chance on catching this horse. He crept toward the mare, reaching out the peppermint. When she let him close, he fed her and wrapped the lead rope over her head, and then quickly looped the halter over her head. He gave her a pat and then moved to walk to the woman. “Thanks for slowing down, stopping. I appreciate it. Are you a horse person too?”

Julia stared with awe at the way this man was able to calm the horse. “Ah, so just a natural novice, then?” She teased. From the way he was acting with the animal she could tell he knew what he was doing. She tilted her head as she watched. “It’s no problem at all.” She waved the thought away with her hand. “No, no. I like to think I’m an animal person but I haven’t been around horses much save for county fairs.” She explained, a nostalgic smile on her face as she remembered attending county fairs with her father before he passed. His favorite thing to see each year were the horses. “What did you use to lure him in?” She asked curiously.

[luvlayouts]

[julia-simon]

Julia Simon Last year vs. This year 

[scarlett-rockman-deactivated202]

STATUS » open ( feel free to assume connections ! ) LOCATION » peppervine eatery

The night was relatively young and the eatery was surprisingly busy for the time of night. And despite not being scheduled on, Scout still found herself hanging around her workplace like she had nothing better to do. She didn’t, in fact — but that besides the point. Her daughter was at a sleepover and the house felt too empty. The silence of it overwhelming to the point of needing to escape. She was not in her usual place behind the chef’s counter but instead, perched on a stool at the bar enjoying a glass of red wine a little too much. 

Her fingers traced around the rim of the nearly empty glass until she felt someone move near her towards the bar, pulling her back from her reverie. “You’re welcome to sit there,” she said without thinking, assuming they wanted the chair next to her. “It’s not taken.” 

[julia-simon]

Julia had just finished grading all of the mid term projects from her students and found herself at Peppervine for a blind date. She was glad that she became an art teacher because if she had to grade essays she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. She looked around the eatery nervously, smoothing the satin dress she changed into before leaving the school. She loved this time of year because the holidays gave her an excuse to wear her more dramatic fabrics. She checked the time on her phone, it was still a bit early so she thought she would wait at the bar. She walked over and hovered next to an empty chair.

“Thank you.” She said, taking a seat next to the woman. She gave her a polite smile as she looked up at the bottles lining the wall behind the bar. Julia sat her phone on the counter in case her blind date texted her. “I’ll have a glass of the house Zinfandel, please.” She ordered, shrugging off her shawl to lay across her lap.

[isamartin]

Setting: Somewhere downtown, on a weekday, after-work hours (5pm+)

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The grumbling monster, aka Isa’s empty stomach, was especially raging today. To say the day at her current temp job was hectic was merely an understatement. From the moment she walked in that morning, it was nothing but chaos. The company’s systems were down and they had a crucial deadline to make. Thus, the poor brunette spent the day practically running all over the office, attempting to help whoever she could in whatever way she was able to. It wasn’t until her supervisor told her to head home that she finally took note of the time.

Missing the food of the Latin restaurants back home in New York, Isa remembered passing by one the other day that had the same wonderful smells wafting through it, and aesthetics of places on her old block. Nostalgia guided her legs to the new-familiar place. The setup was exactly like the ones in her hometown, so she took no time ordering a meal for herself, and a few empanadas for her commute back to Kingston.

Outside the store, her hand quickly found its way into the bag of food and pulled out one of the savory pastries. However, the bite she’d taken was one of instant regret. “Oh my god—” were the words to immediately escape her lips before the food within her mouth followed. “What the fuck…” she grimaced. Maybe it was a mistake? Surely the rest of what she’d bought must be edible, right? Wrong. Her quick inspection of the bag’s remaining contents was led to nothing but major disappointment, and with an aggravated sigh, she walked over to the nearest garbage can and tossed the sum of $15 away. “God damn it,” she muttered under her breath. What she should do next was a plan she would have to come up with later, for the sight of an unknowing patron of the terrible restaurant pulled her attention.

“I’d avoid that place if I were you,” she warned the the stranger. Whether or not they had been planning to go into the establishment was of no concern to the brunette. She was so disgusted by the place’s audacity to call itself an eatery that she felt obligated to save the next poor bastard from making the same god-awful mistake she just had.

@heartsdalestarters​

[julia-simon]

Julia locked her car as she walked towards the restaurant. Her phone buzzing in her pocket as her daughter sent through her order. They had been talking about coming to this place for a while and decided that since no one felt like cooking tonight would be the night to try it out. Julia had the easier side of teaching when it came to mid terms, there were no papers to grade just projects to organize and a classroom to prepare for the holiday crafts she planned on making with the kids. She pulled out her phone and went to yelp to check out the menu and reviews. The sound of someone talking to her pulled her attention and with the bad news she shook her head.

“Oh come on, really?” Julia sighed as she looked down at the yelp reviews she had out on her phone. Of course they were mixed but she liked giving places the benefit of the doubt. “Sorry, that wasn’t directed at you in the slightest. There just aren’t many good Latin restaurants in this area so I was hoping this one would make it. So far, Atlanta has had the better spots- but maybe I’m just not looking correctly.” Julia slipped her phone back into her pocket and looked over at the woman. “Thanks.” She said, turning to walk back to her car. “Actually-”Julia took a few steps towards her. “If not this place, would you happen to have any other recommendations?” She asked with a tilt of her head. 

[poetrysings-arc]

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾: Julia’s home

𝗐𝗁𝗈: @julia-simon​

With a pie in one hand (sweet potato pie to be exact, made by himself), a gift bag secured on his wrist and a bottle of sparkling cider in the other, Sebastian found himself walking up to Julia’s porch, like he had done many times before in his lifetime. If there was someone the agent-turned-teacher was thankful for, that was without a doubt, Julia and her family. Alas, as every year since Sebastian had met his friend, he stood there, knocking on her door a couple days after Thanksgiving. 

As the door opened, Sebastian grinned at the sight of a known set of features waiting for him. “Happy not-Thanksgiving! I have too many hand-turkeys on my fridge this year and no actual turkey to bring today, but I did have my usual” his eyes drifted to the pay he was holding “I also brought something Alice can actually drink, so we’re set. But how are you? What did you guys do on turkey day?”

[julia-simon]

Julia’s ears perked up at the sound of someone at the door. “I’ll get it!” She called to her Mom and Alice who were sitting at the table playing dominoes. Julia basically skipped to get the door. The holidays were her favorite and it wasn’t just thanksgiving that they did something, it was basically tradition for one of her cloisters friends to come over after thanksgiving every year. Julia opened the door, a smile spread across her features. “Seb, you’re here just in time. They’re playing dominoes in there and I need a reason not to play.” She said, taking the pie from him before pulling him into a hug.

“You’re the absolute best, per usual. God I live for your pies, you should have been a baker instead.” She teased, though her compliment was honest. Julia shut the door behind them and led the way to the kitchen. “Turkey day was great, we had some of the cousins over and Alice made the stuffing by herself!” She sat the pie on the kitchen counter. “Don’t worry, I made a second batch with half the salt.” She wiggled her brows. Julia slid into a stool at the island. “What about you?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

[julia-simon]

Julia x Julian

@docdelgado​

“Okay, but you’re going to get us kicked out next time, I swear.” Julia turned back to a straggler. Julia walked down the street with her friends, slightly buzzing. They had decided to go ‘bar hopping’ downtown, though there weren’t many choices so they ended up at one of their usual spots. “You guys head in, I’ll be right there.” She told them after them spotting her daughter Alice’s pediatrician outside the bar. “Dr. Delgado.” Julia called as she walked towards him. She remembered that he was new to town and hoped he was settling in all right- and maybe for some selfish reason she just wanted to say hello. 

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[coltwinslow]

where: outside sugar mills 

who: colt and open @heartsdalestarters​ (capping at 5)

Colt caught the sight of the loose horse right as he rounded the bend. Pulling his Bronco to the side of the road, he threw on the hazards and reached for a halter in the back of his vehicle. This wasn’t necessarily common - usually horses of a certain caliber were watched a lot more closely. Too expensive to get too far. He was stepping into the road when he saw a car round the bend as well. He raised a hand and stepped into the road. Colt barely cared if they saw him before or not, now they’d have to stop or they’d hit. As the car came to a stop he nodded to the loose horse and moved to attempt to catch it. The horse trotted off a bit and Colt squinted. The gait looked off. Digging into his pocket, he found a Sonic peppermint and crinkled the paper - the horse having his attention now. “Easy, fella. Not sure where you belong, but the road is not the place for you. Easy.” He crinkled the wrapper again as the horse let out a snort. He heard the door of car close. Without turning he said, “Best stay there. This one is troubled with a crowd.”

[julia-simon]

Julia turned her music down as she got closer to a man standing by a horse in the middle of the road. She squinted her eyes through the gloomy weather to see someone she recognized from town. “This better not take long.” Julia mumbled to herself. She looked down at her watch and sighed, she was going to be late picking up Alice from soccer practice if she get moving soon. Julia stepped out of the car and walked around to the other side, only stopping when he told her to stay. “Do you- uh, have experience with horses?” She asked the man. It wasn’t like she had any but she didn’t want this guy getting hurt trying to catch some random horse. Though that could also be the opposite of this situation.