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@jurriaan-knight
JURRIAAN KNIGHT: 38 years old, social worker, cis-male he/him, loud and a little obnoxious. Was born on Aruba, cousin of Ender, moved to the States - despite hating it - to look after her. Lives in Aurora Apartments. Loves food and alcohol. penned by Nico
norahqs:
nora laughs, “c'mon don’t say that! seriously though? you don’t” if she was being honest, she didn’t know many of the bands either. she mostly came to the event so she could spend time with elena and also see the arctic monkeys, “really? i’ve never actually listened to that kind of music, have you got any suggestions?” she asks, “the arctic monkeys!” .
“I know the names, but that’s as far as my knowledge goes,” Jurriaan admitted, grinning. “Oh, I can give you a list of suggestions, I got a Spotify playlist that will be a great introduction to their music. Do you know we have one very famous producer, rapper, and musical genius who is actually a freaking legend here in the States?” Jurri nodded, though unsure he knew exactly who the Artic Monkeys were. The name was familiar. “Alright, when do they play?”
enderbaptista:
“ snatchy !! “ ender scolded with a gasp . given the years jurriaan had spent ensuring ender turned out a well-rounded young woman a coffee seemed like a severe underpayment but , until she reached kardashian-status , the reward would have to do . one day he would get a mansion , a swimming pool and a chapter in her autobiography but , right now ?? a coffee was on offer , and a coffee was what he was going to get . taking back the loyalty card and closing her manicured hand over the base of her own beverage , she stepped to the end of the counter to await his . “ nuh-uh . it’s not a bribe . there’s nothing i want from you , “ a moment of silence , “ well , there is this one thing .. “
Jurriaan chuckled, happy to leave a store once without having to pay for anything, though to go to a fancy place like this. He didn’t mind the bad coffee at the Crashdown, or the ones you got at a gas station. After all, most of the coffee he drank and food he ate was at the houses of his clients, who always offered food, regardless of how little they had. He hadn’t grown up in poverty, but he had been around it long enough to know that even the smallest offers were in good faith. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to joke about it. “Ah, thus a bribe!” Jurriaan laughed loudly. “What is the favour you want?” He asked, eyes narrowing slightly. Of course, while never said out-loud, there was a lot Jurriaan would do. He had his limits, if he was exhausted or ill, but if not, he would always extend a hand when the situation couldn’t be resolved otherwise.
poppydupont:
Of course she agreed with him, so she nodded. However, her words didn’t match her movements. “I just don’t want to waste my energy on getting to know someone when I already know it will be in vain, so,” she shrugged, “loving the single girl’s life at the moment.” There was no way she’d be falling for someone in the near future. “Hey, I’m the member of a non-judging breakfast club, so trust me, whatever’s happening in your life love, even if it’s maybe one-sided, I’m not judging you. Though, why do you think it’s one-sided?” Poppy asked rather curiously. “My age? I’m offended,” she joked, “but you know, studying never ends for anyone, especially for doctors, so why not go further with my education?” It was a rhetorical question. “Stay away from the stress. Even better, take a vacation and go back to Aruba. See, I’d do that.”
Jurriaan laughed, and shook his head. “I’ll never get people who want to be single, but regardless, you do you. I think you should cheer up in that department, though. At least go on a few more dates, if only just for fun,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. Perhaps she knew what he meant. “Oh, It’s very much one-sided in that I’m the only one that wants it to become something more… I would like a relationship, maybe some kids, even if they’re adopted… or someone else’s,” he smiled. Jurri shrugged, smiling in agreement. “True, I’m still practising my Portuguese.” His eyes turned dreamy thinking about Aruba, he missed his little island, his family, his parents. The sun and the sea, and even the sand, though it got everywhere. “What I wouldn’t give to take a vacation to go home.”
norahqs:
@jurriaan-knight // location: e.t festival grounds
“cheers!“ nora says, clinking her beer with the other and taking a big sip. she was glad that she had these next couple of days off, she was excited to see some of her favourite artists and have a good time. “are you looking forward to the festival? anyone you’re really wanting to see?” nora asks, she was always curious about other peoples music tastes.
“Noooo, I’m too old, I know none of these artists,” Jurriaan said, also taking a sip, but longer and deeper. He didn’t have to do anything right now, of course, he could easily stick it out, go easy. But he had been craving for drinks. “That’s a lie, I listen to far too many Arubian music to care much for these artists. Who are you going for today, hmm?”
alevfm:
location: e.t festival grounds !! availability: open to american pie gang + anyone else !!
alev wasn’t someone that simply handed favors out of the goodness of his heart. on the contrary, he always thought about the things he could get in return when helping someone. but sometimes collecting favors just wasn’t worth it—which is how he ended up inside a food truck with the world’s biggest scowl on his face when his call was decline one again by his friend. “if you’re not back in five minutes, i’ll fuckin’ murder you.” he groans into the phone, leaving a nice voice message for them to listen to. that’s when he notices the line growing again, huffing when someone approaches the front of the truck. alev leans forward, “go find somewhere else to fill up your veins with fat, buddy. truck’s fuckin’ closed.”
“Whaaattt?” Jurriaan dragged out the a as long as he could, then shook his head violently, a little annoyed. Though perhaps a bit more than a little. “Already? Are you sure you can’t make an exception? I am incredibly hungry,” he said, leaning an elbow against the truck.
oliviafms:
@roswellstarters // location: et festival, festival grounds
open to: sweater weather gang + anyone else!
olivia was pissed off, her cute outfit, that she’d just spent the weekend planning had been ruined by some drunken idiot. she had no idea what to do next, she couldn’t head back to her apartment, as it was miles away from the festival grounds, olivia was stuck with her beer stainted outfit. she makes her way towards someone, “could i borrow your jacket? i’ll give it back to you at the end of the night, i promise. c’mon, this is a fashion disaster”
“I’d say you look perfectly alright,” Jurriaan said, taking off his jacket to hand it to her. “Fashion disaster is a bit... of an overstatement, kind of the goal of a festival, isn’t it? Since there’s beer aplenty at a place like this,” he added with a wink, offering his light blue denim jacket.
enderbaptista:
─── ❝ ❪ ender && @jurriaan-knight ❫ + nebula eatery .
second only to solar flare beauty salon , ender’s days were blissfully wasted with anthologies and encyclopaedias demolished in the window seat of nebula eatery . it was her haven , her sanctuary , a nook of roswell where she was free of stinky boys or career-based judgement . all she needed was a cold brew and a good book to coax her through a lingering day ; it was no surprise that she had reached twelve little cup-shaped stamps on her loyalty card . her milky coffee , complete with cream and caramel drizzle , had already been made , and so she turned with the loyalty card between her fingers like a lawyer handing out phone numbers . “ i have a free coffee , “ she announced , a flutter of lashes punctuating words , “ if you’d like to take me up on the offer ?? you don’t even have to sit with me , although i feel like that’s a given when it comes to your own flesh and blood , “
“Does it?” Jurriaan asked, snatching the loyalty card. “Isn’t this like… a thank you drink for all the years of hard work I put into you?” He asked, looking at it and then at the menu. “Is this your way of getting me to take a cheat day?” Though, he didn’t have any non-cheat days, he just worked out to eat more. He ordered a latte with cinnamon and caramel cubes on top of an extra scoop of whipped cream, before handing the card back to Ender. “But thank you, I appreciate a good bribe.”
carolinefms:
“that’s exactly why i’m not going. my little one is a talker. makes great grades and does all her classwork but she loves to talk.” caroline explained, “maybe not a terror but a distraction has been the most common term in previous meetings.” she sighed, “i’ll just cross my fingers for you that one day your kid won’t be too much of a trouble maker for you.”
Jurriaan chuckled, the image of Caroline’s kid talking the ears off of every other kid in her class, it wouldn’t be the first kid like that that he had met. “Ay, alright, that’s fair then, she sounds like a hand-full, but what can you do. Have they ever considered putting her a grade higher? She might be just bored?” He asked, and continued to grin. “Oh, thank you, I already know they will be, I’m too old now, I’ll be even older when I have children, and I feel like I’ll become one of those ‘fun’ dads, you know, who will absolutely validate my kids being terrors.”
scggy:
closed for: @jurriaan-knight location: the crashdown cafe.
“ i got a hypothetical for you, a game if you will. ” POOR JURRIAAN, in spite of soggy’s now ( much more stable ) environment, he had clung to the older guys’ guidance like a leech and doesn’t plan on letting go. it’s why they’re currently sat face - to - face at the crashdown cafe; half eaten food on his plate and a milkshake still filled to the top beside them. “ there’s this girl who you really, really, like, you got like a long history with her and you used to love her - full on nicholas sparks shit - but you messed it up, right ? whatever, years it was years ago, shame on you, but then there’s this other girl who you kind of like for so many reasons but mostly you really like, ” this next word is whispered, as if the two are 16 year olds in the back of the library, “ you know, sleeping with her. ” his head nods downward; his eyebrows pushing upward as his tone goes back to normal. “ what do you, jurriaan, do in this situation ? and don’t say anything asinine like look inward. ”
Jurriaan raised an eyebrow, like he would often when in the company of Soggy. Despite adoring most of the kids who were or had been under his protection as a social worker, he kept a straight face during all their random meet-ups. He kept a nice amount of money saved up just to treat one of them to a milkshake or ice-cream. Nothing like food to force them to sit down with him and share how they were doing. Out of sight, but never out of mind. He nodded along, only knowing who Nicolas Sparks was because of his job. These kids really liked that writer for some reason. He couldn’t help grin, he wasn’t against friends with benefits, he and Lonette were exactly that, but somehow watching Soggy struggling with that was just funny. “Well, obviously I can’t have them both, but the question is how badly burned this bridge is with the girl I really really like, and whether I love her still. Do I love her still?” He asked, dipping a frie in his milkshake.
poppydupont:
“My sense of adventure’s been fixated on the whole single & so not ready to mingle thing, though,” Poppy raised her brows up as her eyes had found Jurriaan, “you’re the one to talk, J. What’s up with you and your love life anyway?” He did look happy, happier than usually.. there had to be someone, but leave it to Poppy to be completely clueless. “I don’t have it.. yet. But I’m back in the hospital now and it would be easy to work on one now. Back in the base it was impossible, but here.. I can actually pick one and go for it. Though, don’t ask me what exactly it will be.. I mean, I’d really want to go after child & adolescent subspecialty, but we’ll see.”
“What? No mingling, what is life without some good mingling, mingling can be adventure?” Jurriaan continued with a laugh. “Oh, very much a secret, there is a love life, though, however, one might think it’s very one-sided, and I’m not having people judge my relationship choices,” he said with a smirk. “Ahhhhh, now I see, you’re back and hoping to start, that’s pretty amazing, Pops, learning at your age.” He laughed then, it was an old joke - laugh again - but it was something he figured he could get away with. “Do what feels right, I’d say. The only further way I can specialise is if I want to get even more responsibility in getting a family back on the road, pretty sure I don’t need the additional stress.”
darrycn:
to: open located: anywhere.
DARRYN CAN’T RECALL the last time he was forced to do nothing, the last time he had time to go to the movies or the bar or order a cappuccino. he loathed the occasion and relished in it at the same time, so forgiveness should be granted as he slurps down the rest of his water with a video heard on his phone. “ holy shit, ” he guffaws , not an unusual sound to be heard for the poor barista who’d seen him smiling down at his phone like a dumb ass for the past half hour. “ you gotta see this, this shit’s real life funny. ” he turns his device towards the person closest to him, a video of a dog is seen on the screen with a man narrating him. “ it’s like the dog’s talking, funny as shit, i’m telling you. ”
Jurriaan had his own sense of humour, he wasn’t so sure if people narrating over dogs was part of that humour. He cocked an eyebrow and waited. “Ah, it sure is funny,” he said, because it was, but not in a ‘haha’ kind of way, more of a ‘lol’. An abbreviation one would never hear Jurriaan say. “Have you seen the one with the duck dancing?”
ofamavis:
@roswellstarters
“you know what? today is just one of those days that i’m gonna take the hey you with the ass as a compliment.”
“I have questions, many questions,” Jurriaan said, raising an eyebrow.
meixuan:
for: @roswellstarters location: the stalk market
With summer fast approaching Mei was going out of her way to cheer things up in the trailer she shared with her mom. Which meant her first port of call was the local florist, for as many flowers as she could physically carry back home again. She’d picked out a couple of random bouquets from the display outside the store but that was when she began to doubt her choices, so was quick to turn around to the closest person. “What do you think of these? Good? Or am I making a huge mistake?” she asked.
“Are we talking amount or colours?” Jurriaan asked. “I am probably the last one you should ask, but honestly, you could do with more, I can help you carry. Get one of each, that’s usually my way to go,” he admitted.
alicebower:
location: callisto costume store availability: open to all ( @roswellstarters )
The kitschy bell above the store’s front entrance chimed the same dainty little tune it always did whenever a customer arrived. Alice — the professional that she was — pointedly ignored the person entering her family’s place of business. She was too busy ogling Ingrid Bergman’s tear-stained face on her iPad, which she was supposed to be using to catalog the store’s inventory. Alice had quickly decided that rewatching Casablanca was a much better use of her time than rifling through articles of clothing that were older than Humphrey Bogart. ❛ I will never understand why she chooses to get on the plane instead of staying with him, ❜ Alice scoffed to herself, freshly annoyed at an ending she’d seen dozens of times already. Hepburn, the Dobermann lazily resting beside the register counter, made a small “Woof!” in agreement, though it could’ve easily been interpreted as a greeting to the person who had just come into the store.
Jurriaan registered the dog, the employee, and the movie instantly when he walked in, for no other reason than to pick up something fun to annoy Ender with. “Ah, what movie is that you’re watching? Is it that animated movie with the little orange monkey? Ah, what’s it called… Vivo, si! Because a hundred percent agreed, though then I don’t know what would’ve happened to that orange monkey.” He was certain it was not a monkey, but it looked like a monkey.
carolinefms:
open to: anyone @roswellstarters . location: downtown.
“oh no. i totally forgot about the parent-teacher conference and got called into work.” caroline spoke into her cellphone as she stood in the middle of the sidewalk, “i’m so sorry. we had a couple people call out today… mhmm… yup… sure! same time next week… i won’t forget then… right, right.. sorry again.” she said before hanging up and pulling a face at her phone.
when she looked up she noticed someone standing next to her. “i won’t tell if you don’t. those parent-teacher conferences can be brutal!”
Jurriaan grinned. “You skipped it, didn’t you? Good on you, honestly, if I had a kid, I probably would too, unless if everyone wanted to dote on my kid and call them a true gem, which I guess… very small chance with how terrible I was as a kid.” He stared at her. “Is your kid a terror too, then?”
oliviafms:
olivia smiles, “if i ever bump into your dad, i’ll make sure to thank him” she jokes, looking at the vinyl again. “thats what dads are here for right? course he does, i like the sound of him already” she replies, a blush peppers her cheeks, “thank-you!”.
Jurriaan nodded, clear in appreciation of the return of the joke. “Ah, it is, you are right, and my mom’s taste was terrible, so I had to have it from someone,” he said with a laugh. “Your dad also introduced you to music?” he asked.