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[jwarrcn]

indie super private judy warren (from the fictional conjuring universe) rp blog. extremely low activity, mostly sending asks. please no hate.

[coinquinatvs]

@Judy:

" If you're gonna keep working, do you at least want some coffee? "

❝ —— I uhh, ❞ he plucked his cigarette's filter from between his lips after taking a deep drag from it, exhaling the smoke on an audibly heavy sigh. He'd been searching for a few specific news clippings from his collection - spanning from the year of his birth, onward - seeking inspiration for his latest horror novel when he'd come across a photograph of Johnathan. It was faded, the paper itself yellowed and dangerously close to disentegrating in his grasp.. but still clear enough to make his breath catch sharply in his throat and his heart ache.

❝ M'sorry, darlin', ❞ came his sheepish murmur a few minutes later, despite his inability to tear his gaze away from the photo, ❝ but what was it you said?? ❞ He hadn't exactly been paying attention, as he'd been too engrossed in his search for anything else. And now? Everything had come to a screeching halt.. because he'd forgotten about this one photograph and the countless wounds it had the power to open.

[jwarrcn]

She hadn’t really given him a chance to answer, noting how swept up and captivated he was by whatever it was he was holding. As inquisitive as she’d like to be about it, she could sense now was not the time, instead she’d gotten up and made herself useful in the kitchen. Except… she didn’t quite know where everything was. Hearing his apology, she shook her head, already knowing he hadn’t heard her question in the first place, considering... “I said - ” Judy called over her shoulder as she began to search a few cupboards. “Your kitchen and I are becoming very acquainted. I just hope you don’t have one of those Tupperware cupboards where I open it and everything comes tumbling out.” She had one, and the last time her dad had come over to her apartment, he’d learned the hard way not to go exploring for mugs… “Where do you keep your coffee, or tea, and would you like some?”

[perfectfeelings]

“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”

— Paulo Coelho

[coinquinatvs]

@Judy:

"You haven't moved since I left, have you?"

❝ What makes you say that?? ❞ His gaze rose from the ancient Latin texts he'd been struggling to translate for hours now.. some of the most horrific black magic he'd ever been forced to lay eyes on. — She was right, of course. If he'd moved at all, it had only been to reposition himself in his chair for comfort's sake, or to reach for another of the many books he had stacked all around him, for more paper to write his succesful translations down on - with notes about their current case.

❝ — What's got you up and about so late? ❞ She should be sleeping, herself. Lorraine was, and peacefully.. he hoped. It had been an especially hard day, filled with terrifying sights and experiences that had shaken them both to their very cores. ❝ Somethin' on your mind, hon?? ❞

[jwarrcn]

“Oh, I don’t know. Might be the mound of books that keep getting higher and higher around you, or the - ” Her hand reached for the cup of now cold coffee that rested neatly on top of one of the books. “Or the ice cold brew that’s long been forgotten. Could be either of those signs that give it away.” How his eyes weren’t going cross eyed were beyond her, but she knew she had to get him to at least take a break or he’d be at it until dawn. Judy rolled her bottom lip under her top teeth at his question, unsure how to truthfully respond. At the moment she wasn’t ready to really get into it, fear holding her back, but maybe there was a way to gently probe the topic in around about way, even if what she said was fabricated. “Yeah, there’s things on my mind,” she admitted thoughtfully, then without waiting a beat, she pushed a chair over to him, took the book out of his hand and set it down. Finally, she took a seat, feeling her chest hammering with anxiety she knew this was going to be silly, but she was overly tired and was going to do it anyway. Let’s test the waters. “What if I were to get a tattoo, or dye my hair… green? Would you be okay with that?”

[coinquinatvs]

❝ It's really not as big of a deal as you're tryin' to make it out to be, ❞ he glanced over at the piano they'd walked in on him playing - for the first time in years. ❝ I just wanted to make sure it was still in tune. ❞ The fact of the matter was that he'd had a moment of weakness. He'd skimmed the very tips of his fingers over those long-abandoned, frigid ivory keys.. and that had, as the saying goes, been all she wrote. ❝ — It is, in case you were wonderin'. Really, it's.. hell, it's concert-ready. ❞

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[jwarrcn]

“Hey now, I don’t think I’m making it out to be a big deal. All I was doing was standing here watching,” Judy countered, a little hurt by his interpretation of a big deal. She’d been smiling, of course, and longingly gazing at him hoping he’d continue, but clearly just her quiet presence was enough for that to cease. The piano was a subject she didn’t want to press with him, but when he mentioned it was concert ready she found herself brimming at memory. Walking over to the instrument, she peered down at the keys, trying to focus back on her lessons, her hands poised. “I think this is right…” she said to herself as she remembered how she’d gotten dressed up for her parents anniversary. Two chairs had been pulled into the living room for her parents to sit at, as her grandma did her introduction while she’d come into the room, bowed, and took a seat to play… Judy hummed as her fingers pressed each key, the melody for Cant Help Falling in Love beginning to play.

How long the chairs had lasted in the center of the living room before her parents had started slow dancing, she didn’t know, all she could remember was turning around and finding them entwined together on the makeshift dance floor. Just seeing how happy they were made all the difficult lessons worth it, and when she was done, she’d gotten up and bowed, only to be quickly engulfed in hugs and kisses. A wrong key brought her back to reality, and she pulled her hands away instantly, face heating. “Sorry. I got carried away. You were say something about…” Actually the last thing he’d said was what had caused her to play in the first place, and she shook her head, “You weren’t say anything. Did you want to leave this room?”

[swanedits]

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[coinquinatvs]

@Judy:

"I should have been there."

❝ Unless you're into runnin', too, you didn't miss much.. 'cept me crushin' that 40 miles in two and a half hours. I've done better in the past, but.. hell, I'll take it. ❞ That wasn't what she'd been referring to, and he knew it. Yes, he'd felt the weight of her gaze on the back of his neck - the beginning of that long, thick, raised and still very angry surgical scar. And he knew, too, that the vast majority of said scar was visible through his sweat-drenched shirt..

❝ — I'm fine, really. In fact, I'm doin' a hell of a lot better than other folks in the same situation; I can still walk. There's no reason to get upset over it. Y'know? It's okay. ❞

[jwarrcn]

“Going with you running was actually what I was referring too,” Judy corrected in a deadpan tone, hand on her chest. “And I’m appalled you’d think I wouldn’t be into it.” The crack of a small smile spread at the corner of her lips, unable to keep up the charade for long. Although running had been something she’d done off and on to try and keep up shape, she wasn’t quite as dedicated as he was. Her hand ran the length of her camera bag strap, an anxious habit she couldn’t help as he finally addressed what she’d been mentioning. “No, of course not. I just - ” Truthfully, the words had come out of her mouth before she’d been able to stop them, like something reaching into her head, forming the sentence, and forcing them out. It wasn’t possible for her to have been there, she hadn’t even known him at that point, and yet she’d still said it…

“Sorry. Don’t know what’s come over me. Uh – so the run was good then?” Quick to change the topic, she pushed down the urge to explain to him how strange the situation had just been – maybe something she’d talk to her mom or dad about later.

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[coinquinatvs]

❝ Good. I'm glad to hear that. — I try to keep with all of my patients.. doesn't always work out the way I'd rather it, but it's better to try than not bother at all. ❞ And that hadn't been mere lip service. He hadn't been trying to talk himself up in an attempt to gain more favor in her eyes; he'd meant every word of it. Most of his fellow E.R. doctors forgot about their patients right after they were wheeled out of the operating theatre, and really made no effort to check on them even once during their recovery. Maybe that was a coping mechanism, he didn't know. He just didn't function that way.

❝ —— ❞ He'd noticed that, too.. and he'd wondered how long it would take her to bring it up. Still, when she did, he wasn't quite sure what to make of it, or how to respond. ❝ It uhh, it wasn't my intention to startle you. — Truth be told, it was like somethin' outt'a the Twilight Zone for me, too, when I saw his face in the O.R. ❞ Having said that, he paused to lift his cup, bring its rim to his lips, and drain the remainder of his lukewarm coffee in one rather awkward swallow. ❝ My family tree is incredibly small, and everyone on it is from Poland, so, no. No relation whatsoever. But they do say everyone has a doppelgänger.. it's just that most folks never meet theirs. Guess that goes the same for the folks with children, they never meet their parents' doppelgängers either.. well, usually not anyway. ❞

[jwarrcn]

“Thanks. I cant imagine it’s very easy to do that, especially with how tight a timeframe you likely have at work. Which is why I’m so surprised to hear it. And I’m sure all the families you keep in touch with appreciate it just as much as I do.” Whether or not the families he kept tabs on were aware, she couldn’t be sure, but even still, she knew how much it meant to her to have heard it, along with her family when she told them. Guess it hadn’t really taken her long to make things uncomfortable – maybe even a little bit embarrassing, by asking - she could tell, but it was something she wanted to address and get out of the way. Her life was anything but ordinary, and despite her mother’s attempt at persuading her not to question things, she still felt it necessary to do, just in case. In case of… what… truthfully, Judy couldn’t be sure. “Mmm, no, no, of course it wasn’t your intention, I – I never thought that it was. You certainly can’t help how - ” She waved a hand at her face, cheeks heating slightly as she felt the topic of conversation slip further into awkwardness. “And no… - I mean yes, of course I’m sure it was just has bizarre for you to see as well.” While he took a sip of his coffee, she left her own untouched, but took his cue to instead anxiously run her fingers along the strap of her camera bag that still rested across her shoulder. She grew thoughtful regarding his next statement, musing over the doppelgänger idea. It was certainly something she’d heard mentioned before about people in the world having a lookalike, so it made sense. Oh Judy, just let this one go, and enjoy your time out with him. Her mother’s chiding voice in her head almost made her smile. Perhaps she was right though… “It’s funny isn’t it,” she considered carefully, taking a breath and finally returning her gaze to Seth’s before it dropped down to her cup in front of her. “We always say it’s a small world, and yet – as you said - how often does something like this really happen? Sometimes life is just peculiar like that. And speaking of peculiarities, I’ve accidentally let my coffee go cold. Do you want another or – ?” Judy half rose in her chair, and waved a hand toward the cash.

[driverdelight]

PATERSON - SECRET NOTEBOOK [x]

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@Judy:

❝ So uhh.. How's your Dad doin'?? ❞ He still couldn't quite wrap his head around the fact they were here - that they were actually doing this; he wasn't even sure what to call it. Just coffee? Maybe dinner? An actual date??

❝ I kept up with his recovery all through his hospital stay, and I'd see him occasionally when he came in for physical therapy.. but its been a while. ❞ He had indeed taken an especially keen interest in her father's recovery, both because it had come on the heels of one of the first non-Neuro centric specialty operations he'd performed in a while.. and, well.. her.

When they'd exachanged numbers on the day of her father's discharge, he honestly hadn't expected anything to come of it. He'd figured it was just something her grief and exhaustion-addled mind had led her to do for.. whatever reason. But there they were, and he was beyond floored.

[jwarrcn]

“He’s doing better, thanks.” Was he though? Sometimes Judy wondered if her parents deliberately kept her out of the loop just to stop her anxiety and worrying. Regardless, whatever this outing was, her mom was partly the reason she was here. Lorraine had been the one to find Seth’s phone number in her purse, when Judy had had a panic attack looking for her apartment keys she thought she’d lost. The suggestion of calling him up, just to get her mind off things, and maybe talk with ‘such a nice, handsome, young man’ hadn’t been such a bad idea, and after calming down she’d eventually rung him up. “That’s very kind of you to do so. I really appreciate hearing you did that.” And she meant it. It was both touching and comforting to know that the doctor that had seen him through surgery had kept tabs on her family. “I’ll be sure to tell him.” Brushing a strand of hair from her face, she glanced at the ground for a moment unable to meet his eye as she spoke, “Y’know, you and my dad…” Her arm lifted, index and middle finger held up as she twisted her wrist a little to flick them, “… you both look quite – well – similar. It’s almost uncanny, really. First time I saw you when you came into the waiting room I thought - ” Her breath hitched as she remembered back to that moment when she’d thought her dad had miraculously healed. “It was just startling. No relation, right?” Blue eyes lifted from the ground to glance sideways at him. If this outing ended up as a date, she could almost imagine Freud in heaven would be taking notes.

[lefildariane]

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1947).

[jwarrcn]

Judy's favourite movie is The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. She saw it once when she'd stayed up past her bedtime at the age of five, and although it frightened her at first, she actually fell in love with the idea of a spirit and a living being becoming friends.

[jwarrcn]

[ Ed, because reasons~ ] ❝ Speakin' of, don't think I'm not aware of the fact you and that boy, whatever his name is, have been doing everything but sleeping together.. ❞

"Hey now! I'll have you know that 'that boy' is actually a GIRL! And I won't have you talking about her like that!" Judy holds a straight face as she puffs herself up defensively. "And she HAS a name, it's Sethphanie - " Smooth one. " - and all we've been doing is sleeping!" .... together, you're absolutely right, but I won't let you win this... yet.

[jwarrcn]

haven't been on this blog in so long, completely forgot how much welcome to derry and the pitt i had saved in my likes 😅

[perfectfeelings]

“I want to inspire people. One day I hope someone looks at me and says “because of you, I didn’t give up.””

— Unknown

[coinquinatvs]

@Judy:

" daddy come on! open your eyes! "

This hadn't been among the myriad scenarios he'd had in mind when he'd forbade Judy from entering the Artifact room the second she'd become able to wander around on her own.. but he could think of no better lesson or deterrent.

Someone had broken in. How, exactly, was beyond him; all he knew for certain was what he had seen when he'd come bolting in. Shattered glass, overturned shelves, countless artifacts scattered all over the floor - many of them were broken ( perhaps irreparably ), while others still were missing pieces that were likely lost in the disarray.

All of that, in and of itself, had been disconcerting, but not nearly as terrifying as finding only shattered glass and splintered wood where Annabelle's case had once sat.. and realizing that Annabelle, herself, was missing.

He'd tried to leave after surveying the damage. He'd meant to get Judy out of the house and as far away from everything as he possibly could before attempting to deal with it on his own.. But he never made it to the open door, or anywhere near it for that matter.

The walls were bathed in his blood and adorned with alarmingly clear imprints of his body - left behind when he'd been slammed brutally against ( almost through ) them. His shirt hung off him in tatters, revealing his horrifically marred torso - covered in long, jagged, agoningly deep claw marks.. some so gruesome they exposed his bones and organs alike. His face was heavily bruised and scratched nearly to the point of rendering him unrecognizable.. and he was fading.

He could feel himself growing weaker, his flesh growing all the more frigid by the second - but he didn't have the strength to shiver. Trembling was beyond him. Consciousness, too, was slipping further and further away from him - nearly impossible to grasp for more than a moment or so, which made the daunting task ahead seem utterly hopeless.

" Daddy, come on! Open your eyes! " Her voice reached him, sounding garbled and far away - as though he was hearing her through churning water while he sank deeper and deeper into its depths, well beyond her grasp. He heard the terror and the urgency in her words, and he tried to heed them, but his impossibly heavy eyelids refused to cooperate.

[jwarrcn]

“No… no. Please, please daddy! Please! Please open your eyes!”

When her pleading got no response, a small whimper escaped, and she pulled her hands back from where they’d been carefully touching his shoulder, fingers gripping what was left of his shirt. Noticing immediately how much blood was soaked onto her hands, she stumbled to her feet.

Judy didn’t dare lift her gaze away from her dads broken and tattered body, not wanting to give the scary room even a glance, though she desperately didn’t want to see him in his current dire condition. She knew he would need more than just teddy bear kisses, and band aids to make him feel better this time – even if those had always managed to help her. Right now she’d need something bigger for his wounds, like a bath towel, that might do.

“I’m going to help you, daddy! I’ll be back fa - ” As she rose to her feet a sound cut her off, almost like a reverberating growl, coming from across the room in the shadows. Another step backward, and she felt glass crunch under one of her small feet, and she winced in pain as she began to move away from her dad, and the sound of whatever was hiding nearby. The growl came again, this time however it was cut off by the sound of a cellphone ringing that lit up underneath some of the tousled debris. Without even a second thought, she practically dove toward the phone, just as the man who’d broken into their house reappeared at the doorway.

“Oh shit, what the fuc - !” The sound of large hoof falls hitting the floor followed the mans cry, and a creature larger and bulkier than a Great Dane burst from the shadows, aiming directly for the man, who had already begun to turn and run. Her heart was beating so fast, silent tears falling down her cheeks, as she tried to ignore what was happening around her, and snatched up the phone to answer it. Not able to take a second to glance at the caller ID, she screamed into the phone as her eyes locked back over on her dads form from across the room, “Mommy! Mommy! Please help!”