Joseph Moore

Joesph Moore, Laywer, 31 Oceanside Resident.

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Stella

Joseph: How can you tell if an egg has gone off?

Joseph: I'm trying to make an Omelet.

Joseph: I don't want to crack the eggs in case they have gone off and they smell....🤢

Joseph: So is there a way to tell without cracking them

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Where: urban eats When: Afternoon Who: closed for @giadavp

One thing Joseph was terrible at was picking wine, he liked wine but he never enjoyed the taste of a bottle he choose. It was becoming quite an annoyance for him. Staring at the bottles on the shelf of the supermarket he scanned the labels meticulously during to deduce which one was going to break his string of bad luck. He could vaguely remember his father telling him something about French wines and the various regions they come from, but it wasn’t strong enough for him to be assertive in his choice. When he saw a unfamiliar female approach the aisle, he decide to seek help. “Excuse me, hi, do you know anything about wine? Possibly which one wouldn’t taste like gone off vinegar?” 

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Where: wildflour bakery When: morning Who: Closed for @thestellagillenkerk

Ever since being released from hospital Joseph had felt nervous about seeing Stella again, of course there was no rational explanation for his fear. Being weak and vulnerable was never a strong point of his, he despised it especially if it was in front of someone he cared for. He knew that that he had to pluck up the courage to face her, so he decided to buy some breakfast for the firm and the best place to do that was at the bakery he knew Stella would be at. Lingering for a moment a few blocks away, he ran his hand through his hair feeling his nerves begin to rise. “Come on you fool,” he muttered to himself, before breaking into a stride. Once inside the establishment, he waited patiently in the queue that had formed waiting to be served.

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Where: Sun Cinema When: Evening Who: closed for @rosalie-reyes

Joseph enjoyed unwinding in front of the big screen, so when Rosalie suggested that they go watch something together he eagerly accepted the invitation. They had similar tastes when it came to films, after-all they were massive self proclaimed nerds who’s idea of a perfect night was sitting in front of an xbox with takeaways. “What did you have in mind?” he gestured up at the screening times, his brown eyes flicking between them and her. “Can I just say, no sharing popcorn this time! You are fiend with small stealthy, stealy hands.” 

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Where: Boxing club When: Morning Who: Closed for @ethan-andrews​ 

Exercise had become an important ritual in Joseph’s live, he needed it to feel like he was functioning on full power. While studying for his entrance exams into law school he had taken up boxing, finding it a good way to relieve stress and to keep himself motivated when piled under books. It was a hobby he had kept going ever since, so when he first moved to Oceanside he sought out a decent boxing club to practise in. Faces had become familiar and he had started to make casual friendships with some of the patrons. None more so than Ethan Andrews, who he had struck up a frienship with rather quickly. Lately though he had seen less and less of Ethan, so he sent a text suggesting they met up at the club and he was happy when he turned up. “I don’t think that bag is scared of you,” he joked, a smirk rising on his features. “Your form is really off Andrews.” To prove his point he took a swing at his own bag, causing it to ricochet.

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🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it?

“I regret every stupid thing I do, as I don’t like the word stupid to be associated with me.”

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You & Rosalie

“A wonderful longstanding friend, who can thrash me in video games. Rosalie is a lot of fun to be around, but also is very good at the nitty gritty friendship stuff when needed. I would very lost without her and our video game nights. Plus she is great at ordering takeout, amazing skills with a phone app!”

@rosalie-reyes

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you and julius

“He is my boss. He berates my ass when I deserve it and showers me in compliments when I do my job right. Outside of the professional employee and employer relationship, he gives wonderful food recommendations. I can see us being friends at one point in the distant future.”

@juliuswolfson

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🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

“Depends on the climate of the Island, if its cold then no but if its a nice tropical island then yes that sounds like a dream come true. Although I would mourn the loss of internet for at least two weeks.”

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thestellagillenkerk​:

Stella and Joseph had a good time at the Gala as a pair. He was a gentleman and showed her a nice time, that is until the night turned awful for everyone. The two of them had lost track of one another when random guests began to fall ill, him included. She wasn’t one of them, the blonde being perfectly fine and able bodied. She had finally found a good time in the afternoon to come visit the man, standing at the door of his room, hearing the faint beeps from the machines. “No need to worry about me, I should have came in sooner but I’m pretty sure you had other visitors. How are you holding up, my dear date?”

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Joseph tried his best to adjust himself in his hospital bed, so he felt less pathetic sat in her company. The night hadn’t ended how he exactly he wanted, he wanted at least to escort her home and make sure she had had a good evening; not for him to be carted off unconscious in an ambulance. At least though she hadn’t been affected by the awful attack on Oceanside, she was stood their looking beautiful as ever with a gorgeous smiled plastered on her face which caused the edges of his own mouth to rise. “Ah yes, I had a parade of lawyers, was quite a spectacle,” he stated. Her question those posed a conundrum for him, causing him to mentally check his body over which felt tender and sore from the vomiting and the various tubes. “I’m holding up okay, would rather be working than sat here in this bed though.”

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❝ are you flirting with me? ❞

“My ego just took a severe knock. Do you think they are selling tickets to Mars cheap? As I may look into moving there.”

@valfrancis

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Do you have any crushes?

“I’m a man with eyes, of course I do. Not going to tell you who though, see if you can figure it out.”

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Location: Mercy Hospital  When: Afternoon Who: @thestellagillenkerk

Memories of the event for Joseph, where fuzzy and the most he could remember was collapsing into a heap on the floor after violently vomiting into a vase. Once awake and at the hospital he learnt that he had been poisoned in a random unknown attack on the Gala. For most of the morning he laid awake, watching the activities that were taking place outside his hospital room. Being stuck in Hospital, with various tubes and wears coming from was a living hell for him. There was no privacy nor was there any dignity in being stuck in a gown. Seeing the familiar face of Stella stood in the door-frame, lightened his mood significantly. He had been worried about whether she had been affected by the food, so was relieved to see her standing well and clearly not in a hospital gown. “Thank Goodness you are okay, I was beginning to wonder if I needed to break you out.”

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Headmaster’s office, Shrieking shack, Broom cupboard

Headmaster’s office : who do you most look up to in your life?

“My parents. They have worked tirelessly to be successful in their fields. Its a lot of pressure and having no work-life balance to achieve what they have. I only wish I can one day emulate them.”

Shrieking shack : have you ever wanted to run away?

“No, I do not run away from a tough situation. That is one thing my father has taught me, you stay and fight your corner.”

Broom cupboard : would you ever be in a hidden relationship?

“Depends on why the relationship is hidden. I wouldn’t intentionally enter a relationship for it to be hidden, I quite like taking women out on dates.” 

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Dungeons

Dungeons : do you have an enemy? have you had one before?

“I make enemies whenever I go into work. Being a good lawyer means you aren’t liked, I have had numerous death threats and at one point some lowlife kept ringing my apartment to breath heavily down the phone.”

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emine-younan​:

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Emine clutched at the table, eyes darting around the room as panic clung to each and every scream from those around them. When the nearest voice spoke up, her feet failed to work for a second before she darted up. The nearest hollow object was a vase that she promptly emptied the contents on a nearby vacant seat, passing it along to him. “Take this.” Her hand found a glass of water next, though she released it immediately. Was it the food or the drink? Had she touched her own? “Take deep breaths. Do you feel dizzy?”

Joseph grabbed at the vase, thankfully for the woman’s quick thinking. The next few moments, left his eyes streaming and his nose stinging as his stomach contents left his body. Looking up, his head swirling and pounding as he tried to focus on the figure who handed him the vessel which he placed on the floor. “Thank you,” he stuttered, clinging to a chair. He was determined to stay upright and not be overwhelmed by the symptoms. “Food, I think,” he choked, rubbing his forehead.

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thestellagillenkerk​:

“That doesn’t seem super practical. Having a kid makes everything ten times harder, including house work,” she admitted with a chuckle. It was a nice thought, though. Maybe if she was actually kid free for more than a day at a time, she could do somethings outside of the box. “Yeah, I think splitting up the menu seems like the more realistic option. I want to let loose tonight but not get too crazy. I don’t think they have a karoke set up here, but who says you can’t make one yourself?”

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“Convince your child that you are a Disney Princess?” he mused with a grin. “You certainly pretty enough.” He tried not to visibly cringe at his awful compliment, sometimes he wished he was in a cartoon and piano would fall on him when he embarrassed himself. “Not too crazy, noted.” A small laugh escaped him at her suggestion of setting up a one man karaoke. “I thought you said not too crazy, I think setting up my own karaoke spot at a Charity Gala definitely is considered crazy.”