JACKIE

I am a Falsworth. I am in charge of who I am.

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Sarah Gadon being a literal angel as Sadie Dunhill in 11.22.63

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miisneach:

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“I’m certainly not meanin’ to be rude,” Sarah reckons she gets a pass, though, considering everything that’s HAPPENED, so far today —

What hasn’t happened, is a better question, one minute she’s elbow-deep in a dirty washtub, next she’s - well, Steven always kept STRANGE COMPANY.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any idea who you’re supposed to be.”

supposed to be? jackie looked at the woman, where the suds rose gleaming on her skin, and she felt the warm sun on her face, and the sound of children laughing. her reverie was snapped when she spoke.

❝ i’m sorry, love. i’m jacqueline falsworth.. i was looking for captain rogers. ❞

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danewhitman:

[Txt]: You’re in luck, as I suddenly have a bit more time myself.

[Txt]: Lunch, tomorrow?

[ SMS: whitman, dane ] Lunch tomorrow sounds fantastic. You still fancying that pub on Court Street?

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i don't think i will be on tonight; spent six hours being tattooed and i'm sore and exhausted and in really no mood to sign on. i'll try and be on tomorrow.

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Two policemen watching London’s 64 ft high Christmas tree, a gift from Norway in Trafalgar Square, December 1948

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London, UK: Trafalgar Square, 1953.

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jackie’s grandfather, lord william falsworth, died in 1913. her father, montgomery falsworth, became the new lord falsworth. her uncle, john falsworth, resented how little this left him in the family and through an eventual encounter with dracula, became baron blood, a vampire, who would eventually work with the third reich.

brian falsworth was born in 1919, and jacqueline falsworth was born in 1924.   jackie married lord cedric crichton in 1956, thirty-two. she had her only son, kenneth, in or around 1960, when she was thirty-six. her brother was killed in 1953, in a car accident. cedric crichton died in 1973, when kenneth was thirteen, and jackie was forty-nine. lord falsworth had hoped kenneth would become the next union jack, however, kenneth suffered from anemia. it was suspected that this was caused by his mother’s unique blood. but in hindsight, it seems more likely that it was a consequence of jacqueline being unknowingly a living vampire.  kenneth came to resent his mother, as he saw her gift as his curse. despite this jacqueline was very protective of her son, though usually in a distant and formal way. thus, she was relieved that his medical condition prevented him from ever risking his life as union jack. beyond the anemia, kenneth was an artist, not a fighter, and thus wasn’t interested in carrying on the familial tradition.

[ladyfalswcrth]

just a blog psa; you can send me random messages, starters, whatever you want. i have such muse for jackie right now that i’d love to exploit that. please don’t be shy, you’re not bothering me.

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fxlsworth:

It was a well known fact that Brian would speak his mind to people if he thought they needed to hear it. Frankly Jackie’s reaction had him unimpressed. “You see now how it was to have the person you loved spoken ill of in your presence? Shame it was seventy years too late.” The Roger’s comment he would let lie, after all he had recently started seeing some anyway, which she knew.

A pause. ‘the dead father of my son’… “You have a son?” It shouldn’t have been news but beyond the intial talk and subsequent fights over Brian’s opinion of Dane, he hadn’t heard it or paid much attention to any photographs he’d seen during flying visits to collect his things.

jackie was standing before she knew it, and she slapped him so hard it stung her palm. it was something that happened before she could stop herself, but she felt no remorse; her neck was burning hot and anger was bubbling in her throat, threatening to spill over her lips. ❝ i never spoke ill of roger when you were alive. i certainly never told you he wasn’t good enough for you. my husband is dead, brian, and you come in here telling me that anyone was better than him. you didn’t even know him! ❞ her fingers were clenched in white-knuckled fists at her side. ❝ if you are pining for roger, if he was your perfection, your everything, then go after him. don’t keep throwing your hatred of our father in my face. your anger is misdirected, the grave is in england. ❞

she was shrugging on her coat, anger vibrating down her flesh like lightning. ❝ death may have suited you better, brother, at least you were kinder.  ❞ she stormed past him throwing opening the door and exiting, shaking mad.

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fxlsworth:

“Just saying no matter the hair colour, you’ve got infinitely better chances than I would have. I think I would have noticed if he was interested in… that back then.” Brian felt the need to point out. “You two would have worked but then again I never saw anything in that Cedric fellow. My tastes in men being questionable as I’m constantly reminded.”

jackie felt her neck getting hot, even though it was a physical impossibility. her brother had always been less than observant in the things he said, and in the manner in which he said it. she dug her nails into the palm of her hand, biting half-moons into the flesh. ❝ you bite your tongue about cedric, or hand to god, brian, you will know me in anger. your taste in men has always been less than stellar, and your very choices reflect it. spare me the whinging about captain rogers playing for the other team. don’t you dare bring the dead father of my son into your little play. ❞

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psionicisms:

❝ perhaps if we’re quick about this, we could pull some from mine as well.  I’d hate to take from an auction without being able to give as well. ❞

❝ that is a splendid idea. would you like to do your walk-in first, or mine? ❞

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psionicisms:

❝ does this mean i get first dibs on your rejects?  one of these days, some of those couture gowns are going to make the chopping block and look stunning in my walk in. ❞

❝ absolutely, love. anything you want is yours. the rest will be going to an auction in london, benefits going to women’s shelters. ❞

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