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@juliettelacroix
LETTY:
“Did you really just ask me that? Why would someone need to get their roof replaced, Juliette. It’s old and I need it to look better.”
‘‘Oh,’‘ Juliette let out, a small laugh shortly following. ‘‘Well, I know that but I thought you had another — yeah, whatever forget it. You think you can find affordable prices around here?’‘ she asked.
; you’re Her (Closed: Juliette & Elias)
ELIAS:
Really, as soon as he’d uttered those words out loud, he thought ‘idiot’ to himself. She was obviously somewhat of a celebrity and if she was in this place, she was probably looking for a place to hide from all the attention and he’d basically done the exact thing he despised other people doing to him, back when he was a Cadogan. He expected her to go all Taylor Swift on him (or at least he imagined Swift to be a diva) and huff an annoyed ‘creep’ or ‘fuck off’ back at him but shit, she was walking over and it was ridiculous how he almost felt like a starstruck boy. He might’ve imagined it – or it might’ve actually happened, that his posture straightened and he’d swallowed some gathered up saliva in his throat as though he was a stockbroker about to sell her some shares.
Play it cool, play it cool. “Lacroix.” He repeated, trying to imitate the pronunciation. “That’s not my name too, obviously. It sounds French and I think we had enough France-UK relations in history. I absolutely don’t have to add any fuel to the fire.” At least the expensive private schools left him with some knowledge of history; facts relevant to every random conversation, to this very 21th century day. “Elias. Cadogan.” After introducing himself verbally, he realized he did nothing about that extended hand and instantly took her palm in his – “Oh…do French kiss hands, like…” he placed a peck upon her hand and threw on his best French accent “Enchanté, Mademoiselle.” Wow, that was a mess. Realizing that having a stranger kiss your hand is, tradition or not, strange – he released the brunette’s hand and offered a smile in return. “You looking for some company for a morning coffee? I usually struggle with that part and I happen to have…well, four free chairs. And interest in you. I mean, your work. The work.”
At first, she was a bit confused at the man’s words. Was he talking..conflict? She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to understand what France and the United Kingdom had anything to do with any of them. The stranger’s accent quickly gave it away, probably referring to himself but, France? It suddenly clicked in Juliette’s mind. Lacroix. It was French and of course, the man had thought she was some frenchie who had moved to America or something. She was about to correct him but he then proceeded to introduce himself and all previous thought were gone and she focused on him a little more. A large smile made it way up her lips and she looked directly into his eyes. ‘’Nice to meet you Eli—’’ she stopped right then as she felt his lips brush again the back of her hand. Her eyes grew wider for a few seconds and she tried her best not to erupt into a boisterous laughter. A giggle however managed to escape her lips and her hand immediately flew to cover her mouth before she restored her seriousness and smiled at the man. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, hoping she wouldn’t start laughing again , before opening them back. ‘’First of all, I’m not French. It is confusing, with the family name and all but I’m an all-Atlanta girl, born and raised so the whole french thing, you really don’t have to worry about it.’’ she explained, smiling kindly at him. ‘’Second of all, I will gladly join you on your morning coffee as I’d love to discuss your interest in my work’’ she let out, sitting down at the table. ‘’Although, I really don’t think we’ll be needing all four of the chairs’’ she added with a chuckle.
RYDER:
Hearing footsteps–Ryder found himself stopping the bag and turning around. “Sorry. I probably have been hogging this thing. Sometimes I lose track of time.”
The masculine voice tugged Juliette away from her thoughts as she turned around to see the man who had spoken. It took her a moment to connect the dots but she finally understood what the man had meant, probably because she had walked oddly close to him when she wasn’t even supposed to be there. ‘’Oh no, not at all! By all means, go on. I just think I’m lost actually, which explains what I’m doing in the fighting section of the gym when I actually can’t even hurt a fly. I usually stick to cardio and I literally have no idea what I’m doing here’’
text to: open.
dakota: aye yo
dakota: i'm high.
juliette: without me??????
juliette: i can't believe you'd do that
juliette: you have 10 min to come over and share
LETTY:
“This stupid fuckin’ contractor thought he could play me. I know I’m pretty and shit, and look like I don’t have a fuckin’ brain but I do. Ten thousand for a roof replacement my pinche ass.” The opening of her studio was coming along, but dealing with the bullshit was starting to wear on her. “He’s lucky I didn’t call Joaquin, or punch him my damn self.”
‘‘Wait, why do you need your roof replaced for again?’‘ Juliette asked with the raise of eyebrow, not sure if she was still following at this point. Letty was a fun person to talk to but Juliette’s state of mind hadn’t been able to register all the details of her story.
TEXT MESSAGE ⟷ JULIETTE
Emmy: Can't you go with me?? I don't want to do it alone.
Emmy: I mean, he's trying and I'd feel like shit for not at least humoring him. He did give me half my DNA.
Emmy: Probably my tendency to fuck things up too.
Juliette: third wheeling a dad&daughter date? i think i'd rather melt onto the concrete, thank you very much
Juliette: i'm sure you have a lot more in common than the way you tend to perfectly screw up things ;)
Juliette: Seriously though, I don't think it's such a bad idea. you might end up being closer to him and that would be amazing
GEMMA:
@juliettelacroix
Gemma bounded into the apartment as if she owned the place, red lips already stretched into a wide grin as she flung her body down onto the couch beside her cousin. There was a part of the smile that was forced; considering everything that had happened lately there wasn’t much room for full happiness. That evening she was bound and determined to at least try though— for both their sakes. “Listen, I don’t care if you have a hot date or a pint of Ben and Jerry’s with your name written all over it.” Just for effect she gave a determined shake of her head. “We’re getting cute and we’re going out tonight. You’re not allowed to say no so don’t even think about it.”
Juliette was probably sure half of Atlanta owner a double set of keys to her apartment yet it didn’t stop her from jumping as the door flung open, her cousin barging in before plopping down by her side on the couch. She had adopted the hermit way of living for the past few days, not wanting to deal with any kind of social engagement that would require her aligning more than two words. She was determined to build a nest in the middle of her living room and probably hibernate until someone came and assured all of it had been just a bad, bad dream. Sadly, Juliette knew none of it would happen and a reluctant smile formed on her lips at her cousin’s words. ‘’What if I told you I had a meeting with the president today? Would you still force me to dress slutty and buy him drinks?’’ she teased, however not making any visible effort of getting up and changing from her onesie.
; you’re Her (Closed: Juliette & Elias)
ELIAS:
@juliettelacroix
The one thing Elias missed about Britain was the people he hung out with – and not even for the kind of people they were but for having someone willing to, at all times, go out and grab a cup of coffee to sit with him. Everyone in here seemed to always be in a rush and at best, he could get someone to get a starbucks-y kind of beverage to go. It’s not what he wanted. He wanted to sit in a garden of a small, unpopular coffee shop, surrounded by people who didn’t give a single fuck about their surroundings but came there to relax as well. He wanted a quality coffee and a decent good morning read of the latest news in the town, so he picked a somewhat secluded spot and indulged.
Most of the times he’d allow his gaze to skim over the words, without getting too wrapped up into the content but one particular article focused on the town’s charitable work drew in his attention. Right next to the text about building schools in the third world countries was a photo of a brunette. She had a fancy vibe to her and at first he thought ‘of course she can do all this shit – she has the money’ but the more he read about the cause and the, apparently, co founder of the foundation – the more it seemed people actually liked her as a human being. “Odd.” He mumbled to himself and reached for the cup of coffee on his table. Just when he did so, his eyes caught the glimpse of a passing silhouette and he wasn’t about to give it much attention until he realized…”The fuck.” His eyes kept going back and forth between the woman who’d just entered the premises and the article in his hands until his tongue untied, as though disconnected from his brain “You’re her. You’re the humanitarian chick who builds schools in third world countries.”
If there was one thing Juliette hated most in this world, it was bad coffee. She was put under a lot of pressure by her family and her job and she always wondered how on earth they expected her to function properly when all they sold in the big coffee shops were watered down, poor excuses of coffee cups, charging you three times what you’d normally pay for a decent cup. A habit she had picked up over the past few weeks had led to her to drive and wander in the city in search of the perfect coffee. One shop particularly got her attention as she drove by a nameless street, only one pedestrian walking their dog in the peaceful neighborhood. It looked like the combination she had looked for and Juliette slowly pulled over before getting out of the car.
Entering the coffee shop, she hadn’t made two steps towards the counter before hearing a small curse behind her, tugging her away from her chaotic thoughts filled with morning meetings and unfinished projects. Turning around to see who had spoken, she was met with a blond man sitting at a table nearby, a cup of a coffee and a newspapers in hand. Confusion took over her traits before she heard the rest of his sentences, her features slowly softening as a smile made its way up her lips. A small giggle escaped her as she wasn’t quite used to the reference just yet, ‘the chick building schools’ wasn’t exactly the term journalists used during interviews. ‘’Yes, I’m that chick’’ she confirmed, walking towards the stranger before extending her hand. ‘’Juliette Lacroix, nice to meet you. And you are...’’ she trailed, waiting for the male to supply his name.
Just One Night | Juliette & Rhys
RHYS.
Having arrived in Atlanta only a couple of days ago, Rhys was still trying to find his way around the city. Though it hadn’t been the first time he had been there, it was definitely the first time he would be for more than a weekend, and having just gotten his new set of wheels, the actor-turned-Academy-Award-winning director decided to wander off and about. That’s how he found himself at Amer, a couple of martinis, shaken-not stirred down if only for the sake of maintaining the Bond-esque theme his new Alfa Romeo had given him all day.
It’s his name that brings his attention to the woman now sitting next to him and, for half a minute, he really tries, thinking long and hard, to figure out where he knows her from. “Back? I only just got here, love.” He says, the slightest cockney accent still subtly present in his speech despite the many years he’s spent in the United States already—even more obvious once he’s had enough to drink. Think. Think. Think. Where do you know her from? “I know who you are.”
Lacroix. Scarlett. Her sister. It hit him then, but the last time he’d seen Juliette, well, she hadn’t grown like that. “Scotch, is it? That kind of evening? Anything I can do to help?”
Juliette hadn’t been back in the city for long. In fact, it had probably only been a month, if not less and she had yet to be caught up with the long four years she had missed. With everything that had happened, sitting down with her sister to catch up on her long-time-no-see manager had been the least of her worries. Which was why she had been so surprised to see Rhys, sitting right next to her by some luck-struck odds.
He hadn’t seemed to recognize her, yet an answer still left his mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, probably trying to recall where they had known each other from. She couldn’t blame him after all, it had been years since the last time they had seen each other and puberty had done quite the job at turning Juliette into the woman she was now. ‘’Well I hope you do’’ she replied, slightly feigning offense before a lazy smile stretched on her lips. Recognition finally struck his features as he spoke again and Juliette refrained from rolling her eyes. She mindlessly wondered at how exciting one’s life must be to not recognize people like herself, people he had known for years now.
‘’If you’re talking about the kind of evening where your plans get cancelled and you wish you had stayed home then yes, it’s exactly that kind’’ she admitted truthfully, taking another sip of the strong beverage. It would have been any other stranger, Juliette would have kept her mouth shut but something about Rhys tugged on her branch of honesty, not even bothering to come up with a credible lie at this point. Knowing herself, she was probably already a little intoxicated as she didn’t seem able to take her eyes off the man, throwing a quick glance at his lean body, muscles tugging at all the right places of his elegant suit. ‘’I’m sure we can find a way for you to help though. What brings you here?’’
Everyone else’s opinion does not matter. Listen to your own - Danielle for Fervor Mag.
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TEXT MESSAGE ⟷ OPEN
Emmy: My father got me tickets to Anastasia for my birthday.
Emmy: I guess it's kind of touching, since he remembered that she was my favorite princess and tickets are ridiculously expensive. He even bought my plane ticket.
Emmy: The only stipulation is that I have to see it with him and I'm not so sure that's a great idea. You know, seeing a musical about a girl reuniting with her long lost family with your estranged father? That sounds like a recipe for disaster.
Juliette: I think it's cute
Juliette: maybe that's his way of telling you he needs to reconnect? and he's just bad with words? i say you go
Juliette: enjoy Anastasia and tell me all about it.
@juliettelacroix <33333
Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.
Patrick Rothfuss (via quotemadness)
Just One Night | Juliette & Rhys
Juliette looked up from her phone, a small sigh escaping her lips as she read the last text she had received from her friend.
TEXT: Can’t make it, family emergency. I’ll make it up to you, soz. xoxo <3
Perfect. All of this was just perfect. She had made it all the way down to Amer in Inman Park where she was supposed to meet a friend, had even made an effort to dress up and all of that for nothing. She had been begged by said friend to finally get out and forget about everything that had happened, at least for a night and as Juliette finally agreed, her lucky starts seemed to disappear and she was now forced to go back home empty handed. Putting her phone back in her bag, she contemplated going back home but at the sight of the fancy booze display, Juliette’s judgment was thrown at the window before she sat down by a stranger, ordering a glass of scotch. She unconsciously stole a quick glance at the man beside her, probably not even realizing what she was doing until her brain demanded a double check. Turning her bar stool to the right, she took another look at him and recognition hit her like a truck.
‘’Rhys,’’ she exclaimed, not even sure herself if that had been a question or a greeting. She had met Rhys back when she was eighteen, first introduced as Scarlett’s manager who, however, had quickly turned into a close family friend. They had never been particularly close or anything, more like acquaintances. He knew or her and she knew of him, had been to dinner parties and small events together but she knew she had probably always been just Scarlett’s little sister to him, just like he had always been just her manager. Juliette’s lips curved into a smile as memories played in her mind like an old movie. ‘’It’s so good to see you, how long you’ve been back?’’ she asked, knowing he probably had just arrived or else she would have heard it from her sister first. She herself hadn’t been in Atlanta in four years and it had only been about a month since she had come back which was why it was such a shock to see Rhys all over again. He looked more mature, more handsome in a way she had never noticed. This is going to be fun, she thought as the bartender placed the drink before her, which she took a large sip of only seconds after.
@rhys-smyth
