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[juliettexkelly]

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full name: Juliette Kelly, neé Joubert gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her age & date of birth: 39, August 30, 1983 where do they live: northside time living in lockwood springs: 1 year (previously two) occupation: CEO of Lark Technologies Inc. affiliation: mafia rank: capo positive traits: charming, determined, protective, resourceful negative traits: capricious, petulant, ruthless, resentful older sister to @remington-joubert, ex-wife to @quinlankellyy​ (ex-sister-in-law to: @kieranxkelly​)

FULL BIO HERE OVERVIEW

Older sister of Remington, grew up very protective and doting, since she was 10 years older

Was aware of their family’s mafia involvement and knew that they wanted her to marry a Kelly.

It worked out because she did fall in love with Quinlan so while it was arranged it didn’t feel transactional. They got married and were happy for a while before things broke down and three years on they filed for divorce even tho it took years bc it was messy and drawn out and her parents died in that time

in this time, her brother has been gone (having running away when they were 16) and she’s tried to keep in touch or let them know where she is when she can. she remained in NYC for several years until a year ago when she moved back to Lockwood. 

their parents wanted to rise in rank in the mafia and eventually take over. she figured it was smarter to start small and see if she can do that in lockwood before looking to new york.

[ginnyandgeorgiagifs]

GEORGIA MILLER in GINNY AND GEORGIA (2021-) — SEASON 2

[juliettexkelly]

quinlankellyy​:

Quinlan sighs to her remark, fighting a roll of icy eyes. “If I wanted to get you in your emotions, Juliette, I’d feed into these claims and make you convinced you were being followed.” he shrugs with his hand while the other gently takes his glass of whiskey. “I’m being realistic, somebody would have to know a lot about you for you to be worth following and I’m guessing your family and yourself have been smart enough to keep things well hidden.” he turns it back to her, as if making light conversation while knowing Juliette often doesn’t like to leave any stone unturned. “Being aware isn’t the same as thinking you’re being followed.” he belittles her quickly before knocking back the whiskey and putting the empty glass down with a sigh. Already this conversation is annoying him but he doesn’t let it show, his mouth just twitches with a bitter smile that’s gone as quickly as it appears. “You’re not harmless, my darling.” he tries to comfort her sarcastically, tilting his head slightly as he helps himself to a re-fill. He will need it if this night is to continue. “You’re just not important.” he looks at her then and uses his free hand to signal an apology. “In their eyes, I mean. But, it’s probably nothing.”

•

Juliette laughs and takes a sip of her wine. “Oh, right, if. You just seem to know so much about gaslighting in theory, I assumed you’d done it once or twice.” Quinlan would irritate her if he didn’t entertain her, his words intentionally deflective in a way that almost makes her smile. “That may be true. Or maybe someone who thinks they know a lot about me. Say, an ex of some sort? Boyfriend. Lover. Husband?” Juliette responds with a raised brow as she finishes her glass and pours another from the bottle on the table. Doesn’t he remember she’s watched him do this to others? Weave a web of words and wait for unsuspecting idiots to get caught in it?  

“Of course not, love,” she returns in a similar tone, “only one of us has delusions of self importance.” Juliette tucks a strand of blonde behind her ear as she leans back in her seat, an amused smirk dancing on her lips if only because she thinks it’ll annoy him. “But, I might actually be inclined to believe you,” she lies, twisting the stem of her glass, “it’d be a waste to spend valuable resources on someone so unimportant. And you certainly wouldn’t waste your own on me. God. That’d be embarrassing.” Juliette laughs like they’re friends, amusement stopping at her eyes. “I can see the headline now,” she says, drawing a hand across the air in front of her,  envisioning it in print, “Ex-husband caught stalking perfectly happy ex-wife minding her business. Faces 1 to 4 years.” 

[finn-oconnor]

where: emerald downs

who: @juliettexkelly​

Normally, Finn liked to place his bets on things he could predict a strong outcome on. Like fights at the underground ring. On occasion, however, he made his way out to the track on race day. Not only to check on how the operation was going, but also to throw down some money and see if he left richer than he came in. Walking into the booth reserved for family members, he was surprised to see Juliette there. He didn’t know why, but from what he’s heard he assumed she was off somewhere plotting the demise of their boss all the time. “G’afternoon, there Julie. Didn’t think I’d catch ye in here. Never pegged ye for the gamblin’ type.”

[juliettexkelly]

Well if it isn’t someone else who thinks they know everything about everything. Juliette brings the glass of wine to her lips as she stares at the racetrack below, shrugging at Finn’s words. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, Finn,” she responds, casting a casual look his way before shrugging. “Besides, I don’t gamble. I make informed decisions based on all the information presented.” Which is something a gambler would say but she’s really not one. She’s a strategist and thinks there’s a difference. “What about you? Putting money down on this one or only the ones where you can lose big?”

[damianshardung]

BRIANNE HOWEY AS GEORGIA MILLER GINNY & GEORGIA (2021)

[juliettexkelly]

cian-kelly​:

“Whatever you feel capable of, darling. Don’t want to give you extra stress.” Cian said back to her quickly. He knew Quinlan was more cut out for this type of thing. Cian preferred to just tell someone to shut up and Quinlan did all the fancy metaphors and coded language. He wondered what Juliette and him ever even talked about, or if they managed to even talk at all without needing a decoder or translator. “Tell me more how many businesses you’ve ran or just took over after someone died?” there was no such thing as a lowblow in Cian’s world, he’d pick up whatever game Juliette put down and sabotage it into an argument quite happily. He ranked her, so he could do what he wanted. Within reason. He cared more about pissing Quinlan off, truthfully. Cian’s amused smile faded and it was obvious by the furrowed brow that he didn’t believe a word she said, and he didn’t engage in cat and mouse games. Not often, anyway. “You know I’m not Quinlan, right?” he said blankly. "The fancy words don’t do anything but make me hate you. You can do what you feel is best as capo. That’s your call. But you’re not family Juliette. You just have the name.”

•

"You’re so considerate, Cian. Really.” she says with a smile because Juliette has never been afforded the luxury of stopping. Of letting the mask drop. It’s her armor. She can’t remember a time she hasn’t been under constant scrutiny, vultures circling and looking for any weakness. Even when she was married to Quinlan, she knew that they’d never be a traditional match, though they’d tried getting as close as they could, but life was a zero-sum game that demanded to be played. So she did. And when her parents died, it became all the more complicated. The vultures got closer and closer and she did what she had to, to keep what was hers. “Just one that matters.” Quality over quantity, dear, she hears her mother’s voice in her ears before tipping her head a bit at Cian’s words, brows furrowed. “Fancy words are still only words, Cian. Maybe buy a dictionary. You’d hate me regardless.” She says with an indifferent shrug. Any friendship between them had shriveled up in the sun years ago. “And yet a name’s a powerful thing, I don’t have to tell you that.” It doesn’t matter whether people thought she was a Kelly. There was no sentimentality or naive notions of belonging attached to the name for her. Juliette kept it because she could. She knew it would rankle Quinlan whenever he saw it because it meant she had taken something of his and hadn’t given it back. Juliette begins walking towards the betting office, ready to record and collect and report back. She glances at him. “Should we get started? I know you’re a busy man.” 

[juliettexkelly]

remington-joubert​:

“So they know you, so they’ll know me and what? Hurt me or something?” Remington was confused. He wasn’t dumb he knew some of the dangers attached to the crime organization their parents and now Juliette were a part of. That was why he left to begin with. No way in hell he was going to watch all that shit happen and end up fodder for some mafia boss. They weren’t even Irish. It was dumb. Maybe he was still too immature for all this business. “Didn’t you want me to think about joining up, like wouldn’t you want me to not be a part of it if it’s so dangerous?” But she was squeezing their hand and it brought a shrug of a smile out of them. They didn’t have the strength or capacity to argue with her. Remi didn’t want to argue with her. He wanted to get back to where they were before they ran off. Maybe. If it was even possible. “I’m definitely a washed up rockstar but I will try to remember to keep in touch about where I am and like I don’t know.” Because they knew they couldn’t promise they would wander in any earlier or take better care while they were out. Their eyes closed and the squinted one open after a moment. “To be honest Jules, if you couldn’t tell I’m not all in my head right now. Like kind of want to eat and pass out for like two days.” That sounded like heaven. “But then, talking could totally happen. Maybe.”

•

Juliette sighs in frustration. She knows she’s a mess of contradictions but it’s three in the morning and she’d been worried. “I just...I want you involved but I want you aware.” Because she can’t risk them. She won’t. Not after all this time. They’re the only family she’s got left. “It’s dangerous if we’re not on the same page, Rem,” Juliette exhales, dropping her hands and stuffing them into her sweatshirt pocket. “And I don’t want to force you into it if you don’t think you can do it. Because that’s even worse.” More dangerous than if he were to go in with both eyes open. She can only offer the smallest laugh when, despite the sincerity of her words, they give her honest words of their own. Right. Food. Sleep. Important functions, ones Juliette often goes without but important nonetheless. “Sure, Remi,” she gestures at her sibling to follow to the kitchen, knowing that the layout of her home is probably still foreign to them, especially in the dark and whilst high as a kite. “Let’s get you some food. Were you by yourself?” she weaves in the follow up question. She figures they weren’t alone and is curious as to who they’d been out so late with. She’s not trying to be controlling but Juliette isn’t exactly known for letting the little details slide, no matter how unimportant they seem. 

[evenstarfalls]

Girlboss rights (and girlboss wrongs) I love her !!

[juliettexkelly]

cian-kelly​:

“As am I, you won’t even know I’m here.” Cian laughed forcibly as he followed the hindrance. “It’d be better if I could have it by lunch time.” he then suggested coldly and sarcastic, not deviating or making it any less obvious that he was lingering to watch her. Trust was a big thing in their world and while it was in Juliette’s best interest was to remain loyal, Cian always thought she would be better placed elsewhere. Like a dungeon. The Kelly smiled back at her question, nodding as if he had every intention to answer. “You don’t need to worry about things above your paygrade, Jules. Better to focus on what we expect from you so it’s done well.” he suggested with an uncaring smirk. “If you want to keep extra tabs on Cade then you can, will that ease your mind?”

•

Sure, she thinks sarcastically as he follows her. “Oh right, that makes more sense than you watching me,” Juliette deadpans, shooting him an annoyed look before smoothing her face into that pristine visage she presents to the world. “I’ll have it before lunch time. How about that?” she promises with a tight smile, just to one-up him. They used to be friends, back in the day. But along with the divorce came the truth that everyone in Quinlan’s life was beholden to his whims. Cian could’ve led, she’s certain he knows that too, but the fact that he’s fallen in line just proves to Jules that he’s another one of Quinlan’s lackeys that she refuses to be. “True, but it’s important for members to be invested in the health of their organization. I know this,” she gestures around them at the race course, “is your little pet project but if you actually ran a business, you’d understand why that’s a good thing,” Jules says sweetly. She knows her role in the organization as capo is secondary to her role as CEO of Lark Technologies and the considerable connections and resources she brings with her. “If I’ve got your permission, then yes, it would. Hopefully my worries are for nothing but I’d just never forgive myself if I wasn’t extra vigilant. Only trying to protect our family, of course.” She’s always hated how people referred to the mafia as a family.

[juliettexkelly]

​remington-joubert​:

Remington was trying their damnedest to pay attention to what Jules was saying to him. Their ears were still ringing from the band they saw at the basement of the Phoenix along with the loud music of the after party they got ushered to when someone recognized him from Slice. “Wow, kinda late, huh?” they laughed after squinting at her phone to read the time she’d drawn attention to. She definitely looked worried. Maybe a little concerned. Did she know how high he was? The shrooms were definitely wearing off but he’d just popped an edible a half hour before he walked in the door on top of the alcohol. He was definitely not sober enough for this conversation. No she didn’t know. Maybe. Did it matter? “Nothing seems tense to me. No one even knows who I am.” A finger went up to make an amendment to that statement. “Except my old singer, and my ex, and some people I knew in Seattle… oh, and the band I saw one of them remembered me from Slice. But that’s it.” They swayed a moment but caught themselves on the wall and trying to smooth out the motion by leaning against it instead. “Okay, sorry next time I’ll try to remember to text but I don’t think I’m in any danger. I’m not some super important criminal, I’m just a washed up rockstar.”

•

Juliette sighs when they finally speak, hearing the lull in their tone and smelling what they’d been up to. Sniffing, Jules wrinkles her nose and uncrosses her arms. “It is. Just...can you give me a heads up next time?” It’s ironic how she’s more worried about him now than she ever was when he was who knows where and she just hoped he was getting her letters. But now that they’re in the same city, she feels danger lurking around every corner. They’re the only family she has left and she knows that won’t go unnoticed by the people who resent her. A certain ex-husband wouldn’t hesitate to use Remi as leverage if he could. “People know, Rem –– they know me so you can assume that they know you.” How much of this was getting through to him is anyone’s guess. The list of people who know Remi in town prompts Juliette’s brows higher and higher until she finally waves a hand, stopping them. 

“Look...I’m not trying to be overbearing. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” She takes their hand and squeezes in a one, two, three, like how she used to when he was just a kid, I love you. “Neither was Jason Jones and he’s dead. And you know who that hurts? His brother and sister and their families. That’s the point. You’re not a washed up rockstar,” she’s heard them play. They’ve got more musical talent in their pinky than she’s ever had. “But it doesn’t matter if you are or aren’t. Everyone’s got the potential to be leverage or collateral damage, Rem.” And she refuses to let them become either. “We’ll figure this out, okay?” This new normal of being reunited and being a family again. It just feels a bit like getting their sea legs now. 

[juliettexkelly]

quinlankellyy​:

Quinlan ignores the image of a gloating told you so Roman that comes into his mind as Juliette speaks about the van. However, his response remains dour and unmoved as he shrugs, picking up his own glass of whiskey for a sip. “You sound paranoid.” Quinlan muses gently, setting the glass down and leaning back in his seat. “Have you done something that would annoy the wrong people?” he acts intrigued, trying to help her solve a mystery he knows the answer to. “If calling the cops makes you feel safer then do it, but they could know someone who knows someone. Might even be them.” he shrugs, still ignoring Roman’s droning monotone voice telling him he knew this would happen. Trust Quinlan to have an ex-wife who, despite having little mole-like eyes, can somehow see and notice everything.

•

Quinlan’s insults have always been tired so at least that’s stayed the same. Juliette sets her glass down, shaking her head, “Gaslighting,” she gives a light, practiced laugh, “How original. Tell a woman she’s paranoid and she might believe you, is that it?” She mimics his motion, leaning back in her seat as though she’s got all day. Juliette crosses one leg over the other beneath the table, sharp heel purposefully jabbing him as she does so. She’s not paranoid but petulant? A little bit. “I call it being aware of my surroundings. Something you used to encourage.” Even if it’s probably less useful to him now. For whatever their marriage was worth (see: an expensive, arduous divorce), her time with Quinlan hadn’t been wasted. There was a period when she thought they could really do something great together. But it turns out his arrogance ran deeper than affection where she was concerned and ego (however subtle he pretends his is, it’s not) made it impossible to continue. “Besides, you’re the only person I seem to have annoyed recently but,” she takes a sip of her wine, brows furrowing in feign thought, “it definitely couldn’t be you.” She knows her doe-eyed expression doesn’t fool him but she still catches his cool blue-eyed gaze. “It’s way too pedestrian. And, really, I’m harmless anyway, aren’t I? Barely a fly on the wall worth swatting.” She smiles at him sweetly, as though fully believing he wouldn’t harm her, even though she knows he’s probably waiting for the day when he can stab her in the front. 

[violadvis]

#mood

RILEY KEOUGH as DAISY JONES in DAISY JONES & THE SIX

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+ CIAN EMERALD DOWNS

“Oh, no need to shadow me, Cian. I’m just doing my rounds.” Juliette all but waves him off as she walks around Emerald Downs. As capo, she was in charge of keeping tabs on money and affiliates while supervising loan sharks and other associates, all of whom could be relied upon to be found at the racecourse. “You’ll have a full scale report by end of day. Scouts honor,” patronizingly said as she holds up two fingers in a mock solute and leans in slightly. “But uh, real quick. I heard something quite interesting...Cade Wolfman is on our payroll? Is this a temporary thing or are we now in the habit of taking The Keeper’s leftovers? Just checking.” She says it with the warmest smile which still fails to reach her eyes. @cian-kelly​ 

[juliettexkelly]

+ REMI JULIETTE’S HOME, NORTHSIDE

“Look, I’m not saying you have to tell me everything you’re up to. I don’t care and I don’t need to know where you are at all hours of the day. But,” Juliette holds up her phone to show the time reading close to three in the morning, “common courtesy is just to give a heads up when you’ll be home this late, Rem.” She wraps her fluffy sleep robe tighter around her as she stuffs her phone back in her pocket. “You’re a grown ass adult but things are tense. You get that right?” She’s high up enough in the mafia that there’s always going to be a target on her back, and their family’s company has enough sway and power that there’s going to be one on Remi’s too, especially now that he’s getting involved and with the MC losing one of their own. “Even a text is fine. I just...” she presses her lips together, giving him a tight smile, hand patting his cheek affectionately. “I want to keep you safe is all. Okay?” She loves her little brother and has only just gotten him back in her life. Juliette isn’t about to lose him again. @remington-joubert​

[juliettexkelly]

+ QUINLAN  FLANAGAN'S PUB & GRUB

“You know what’s strange,” Juliette begins without preamble, taking the seat opposite Quinlan, glass of wine in hand. She never cared for beer despite the pub atmosphere. “There’s been this old van around my neighborhood the past week. Looks like it could painters but I’ve only seen it driving around. Weird right?” She takes a sip of her cab and cants her head at her ex-husband. “I’m debating about calling the police next time. Maybe they’re casing the area. Better safe than sorry, right? What do you think?” @quinlankellyy​

[juliettexkelly]

quinlankellyy​:

“You know the answer to that.” Quinlan’s voice muffles as he turns away from Juliette. It’s almost as if they’re engaging in two separate conversations, rather talking to the walls than one another. All Quinlan can do is let his ex-wife rattle off whatever nonsense she deems as an insult and he simply nods, disengaging the side of his brain that registers it. “Lucky for me, society allows men to age gracefully. Women, not so much. I’d try to follow your own advice.” he says softly, with no hint of the malice he intends. He lets the words do that for him instead of the tone. Quinlan takes a seat, azure eyes burning through Juliette as she tends to her soggy boots. “I can appoint you to watch him if you’d like?” Quinlan smirks, and he only says it because he has no intention of doing such a thing. Maybe to try and catch her out in a sabotage  where she lets Kieran off a leash, but he has better ways to spend his time than not only watching his brother but the thorn in his side that seems to never disappear. “I didn’t realize you cared so much, I hope you haven’t gone soft after all these years. It’d give me much to think about.” As if he doesn’t already consider planning a perfectly placed bullet in her “triangle of sadness”.

•

There was a time, long ago, when Juliette had appreciated Quinlan’s candor, his dry sense of humor and even dryer demeanor. She’d appreciated and loved it, even. For a time. Before something shifted and she tired of it. Tired of the dry remarks and judgmental, off-handed comments. She’d been no saint either (though she’ll never admit it), adding fuel to the fire, trying to illicit any reaction other than a muted response. They just hadn’t been suited enough to each other to last. “True,” she admits with a shrug, “you’re nothing if not consistent.” It’s not a compliment as she finishes emptying her boots of any water (as much as she can). “Oh, I will.  It’s not like my brother has threatened to ruin the entire operation more than once.” Her tone is just as quiet and nonchalant as his, leaning back in her seat now as she tucks her one sock-clad foot beneath her other leg. “That would mean trusting someone else to help you which you’ve never been quite good at, love,” the word is empty as she fixes him with a flat look, brown eyes unamused. “Don’t flatter yourself. You know it reflects poorly on all of us.” The boss carried the image of the organization on their shoulders and that extended to the boss’ family and close associates, though she’s not stupid enough to bring up Sofia. 

[august-landry]

I will ruin you. I will ruin. I will. I—