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Landon

landon wasn’t hungover. he did like going out and having fun but he never got the point of drinking only to have to deal with a hangover the next day. he was good without it. he was running a little late for class though and that was probably because he stayed out later than he should’ve and he slept in too late. so, he was rushing into the coffee shop when he ran into someone. “shit.” he cursed and jumped back when she dropped her drink. “i’m so sorry.” he quickly apologized. “that was my fault.”

The polite thing to do was to assure him that it wasn’t his fault, or that it had been just as much on her as it had been him, but the words never found a way to her mouth. Instead she found herself looking for the nearest napkin container to clean up the mess. Talk about a neat freak. No. She shouldn’t halt in the middle of the coffee shop to clean up a spill. "It’s... fine. I’m sure someone will come around to clean it up.” She wasn’t sure if she was telling him or herself at this point, but it didn’t really matter.

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Under the cut are a few possible connection ideas for Jules. If you have any other ideas my inbox is open, of course, but here’s just a few ideas to get you started. 

This is someone who Jules relates to in some way and therefore kind of has a friendship with. Whether that be a particularly messed up past, or that they both have daddy issues, they have something in common and they just get each other. It could even be someone she normally wouldn’t get along with. 

Another someone who knows about Jules’ father and his illness. Probably has seen her at the hospital/followed her to find out where she disappears to all the time. 

Someone who is a bad influence on Jules. She’s always been a good kid. Follows rules, doesn’t drink because of her fathers alcoholism etc. This person would encourage her to break out of her shell, either for good or for bad. 

Someone who manages to get on Julienne’s nerves every single time they interact, or vice versa. Long story short for whatever reason these two don’t like each other. 

Kinda similar to the first, but not exactly. This is someone who is her friend. Someone she confided in a little more than normal, and now she goes to them to talk when things seem to go wrong. 

So these are just a few ideas. If you have anymore please let me know! I would love to get some things going!

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Silas

     the majority of his morning had been spent in his studio, messing around with a new idea for a painting — though somehow he’d managed to wear most of it. with frustration consuming him, he decided to take a break and head up the street to grab a coffee. the collision upon entering was partially his own fault, he was always terrible at walking and texting. silas quickly stuffed his phone into his back pocket and glanced down at the coffee on the floor, small blots down his stained shirt and pants. “no— no, it’s okay really! i shouldn’t have had my face buried in my phone. i’m sorry too — let me get you another.”

The voice of her father echoed through her head, yelling, no screaming at her irrationally to never accept things from strangers. Strange boys in particular. While she wasn’t fifteen years old anymore and it by no means should still affect her, she found it did. “No. I’m okay.” Jules answered, admittedly way too quickly. “That sounded mean, I’m sorry. I just meant that I should probably take it as a sign that I was meant to get a decaf or something. And I’m fine to pay for it on my own, really, it’s no big deal.” 

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Evie

evie rammed face first into the girl in front of her and fell to the ground. the brunette was far smaller than the other girl, and generally relatively easy to knock over, if only because of how small she was. as she got to her feet, she almost laughed, partly just out of embarrassment. “no, i’m sorry. that was at least partly my fault,” she began.

Finding herself equally as mortified Jules hesitated a moment before offering her hand to help steady the other girl. “Trust me, I’m not usually one to knock others off their feet.” She joked, trying to ease the mood a little bit. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Buy your drink? Or maybe a pastry? Not that I know if they even have pastries here, I guess I probably should have looked.” She was rambling. She bit down on her tongue offering a smile at the other. 

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Salem

Salem had never been very good at doing things the natural way. So instead of taking a quick nap between errands for the day, if you could call binge watching on HULU and picking up take-out actual errands, she decided to pick up a coffee for a little pick-me-up. She had her heart set on a decaf frappuccino. She was making her way towards the line when a brunette, drink in hand, ran right into her. “No, it’s fine, really.” She countered at her apology. She was just thankful that nothing had gotten on her clothes. The last thing she wanted was a stain on her favorite pair of lazy pants. And to be fair - it wasn’t as though Salem had been paying attention either, rapidly typing out a message to her cousin as she entered the coffee shop. “Tell you what - let me order you another one.”

While Jules admired the girl for offering to order a new drink, she wasn’t sure she could accept that from someone she had only just met. She also wasn’t sure how to politely decline the offer. “If you insist.” She said, offering a smile. “I’ll definitely owe you a favor for all of this.” She said making a hand gesture around the coffee shop. She usually had much more decorum than this, and was already mentally kicking herself for the whole incident. 

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While most everyone else was probably skulking about with terrible hangovers, Jules decided to do something with herself. This wasn’t the candle shop; it wasn’t her responsibility to make sure things ran smoothly on opening night, but she found she had been taking on enough that it could have been. Undoubtedly, Jules deserved a moment of peace, and she had come to the Gaslight Coffee Shop for just that only to find it wasn’t exactly the right place for peace and quiet. Instead of sticking around Jules ordered her drink to go and was content to be on her way until she turned around, only to run - or more like plow - into someone, subsequently dropping her brand new drink to the floor. “I - I’m sorry.” She managed to stammer out, although she wasn’t entirely sure that it had been her fault. 

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Riley:

“You think so ?” Riley smiled in relief. It was nice to hear that at least one person was having a good time, or at least the party had potential to be fun for everyone. She took another drink, grateful that it was something strong enough to calm her nerves. “Really?” Riley didn’t love that answer. The whole point of this was for everyone to meet each other. How would they have a successful haunted house if all the employees weren’t getting along? “That’s too bad. Hopefully as the night goes on, people will loosen up a bit.”

People would be loosening up, that was for sure, but Jules didn’t know if she planned on sticking around long enough to see it. Crowds full of intoxicated people weren’t really her thing. The fact that Riley seemed to be concerned for her staff was sweet; It was something Jules found she respected about the other girl. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m sure I’ll make friends soon enough.” She shrugged. “Not that I’ve really been trying anyway, I guess you could say it takes me a minute to warm up to new things.” 

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Riley.

It seemed like Jules was a little confused that Riley was talking to her but thankfully she responded. That would have been a little awkward. “You think so? That’s what I was hoping for. It’s weird to be a manager with people working at the haunted house who are way older than me but I thought this was such a good idea.” Riley knew she was rambling but she was one of those people who felt like they had to fill the silence. “Have you met a lot of other people yet?”

Because of her home life Jules was used to being the one to do all the talking, especially now that her father wasn’t in a position to say very much at all. It was.. different, but good different. She couldn’t help but smile at the other girls words, because it had become apparent to her she wasn’t the only one that was anxious, and there was a sort of camaraderie in not being alone. “Don’t worry, you’re doing great.” She said, offering a kind smile. She hesitated a moment before answering the question. “I - no not really." So far not a lot of people had made the effort to talk to her like Riley had, but the night was still young. 

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Riley.

So far the welcome bash was going well. Riley had spent the better part of the last week trying to put it all together. The haunted house was opening so soon and her stress levels were through the roof but she was glad they could show the workers how much they appreciated all their work. “Enjoying the party?” 

Jules had managed to find herself a drink and found her eyes scanning the other party goers as she took a long sip of the drink. A little confused at first, she looked around to see who the other girl was talking to before realizing it must be her. “The party is great.” She replied, a little later than what was socially acceptable. Better late than never, though, right? “It’s a great way for everyone to get to know each other.” 

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( TROIAN BELLISARIO, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) JULIENNE (Jules) VESTRIT was just hired. the TWENTY FIVE year old seems pretty CONFIDENT and CREATIVE, but they’re also STUBBORN and GUARDED. i heard that they like to CRAFT CANDLES/SOAPS when they aren’t working as a SET DESIGNER at Frightland

(A little later than expected, but under the cut will be a few bulletpoints to help you get to know Jules a little before we get started!)

First things first, Jules grew up without a mother. She doesn’t really know why, as it’s something her father refused to talk about, and it has left a pretty human sized hole in her heart. 

(tw: Mentions of abuse)Her dad was less than desirable as a father. When rules were broken he would prefer to beat the sense back into her rather than talk things out or punish her like a reasonable parent. Despite the poor relationship she loves him more than anything, he’s still her father, and spends a lot of time visiting him in the hospital, although she isn’t open about that. 

The relationship she had with her father and her upbringing have left her guarded. She struggles to let people into her life and to trust, which is something I’m interested in seeing played out. 

Her mother owned a little candle shop and her father took over when she left/disappeared. As soon as Jules was old enough to stand behind the counter it became one of her daily chores, and she even crafts some of the candles herself, as well as soaps in her free time. Anything to do with scents is kind of her passion. 

Her other passion, the one that brought her to frightland, is designing. With a drunkard for a father I’m sure you can imagine a lot of the housekeeping and making the less than desirable place they had lived in fell onto Jules, and she loved it. Other than working at the family owned business, that’s the only thing she’s ever done. 

When her father got sick she let the shop go deciding it was too much for one girl to keep up with on her own. She isn’t sure if that was the right decision, and she continues to craft in her free time. 

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Jez:

“I overheard someone at the cafe saying they saw a real ghost in the second floor bathroom of the hotel. I had to resist the urge to laugh because that was me. I’m the ghost in the second floor bathroom. I had to pee really badly and there was no way in hell I was waiting till I was out of my costume.” 

“Sounds like your nights off to a good start.” Jules said, offering a small smile. It wasn’t exactly her type of fun, she found she herself was here more for the sake of being able to do what she loved; designing and decorating, taking a room or a place that was boring and mundane, and making it into something exciting and new, rather than scaring people for a thrill, but to each their own. “Can’t say I blame them, the costume is quite something.” 

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Celia:

Celia wandered the halls of the hotel with no destination i sight but rather just checking it out, after all this was going to be her new home for a while might as well learn the layout now rather than get lost late. As she rounded the corner she saw movement from the corner of her eye startling her to the point of jumping back and screeching.

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted by the fact I could make you jump that high without being in any sort of costume.” She said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Am I really that scary?”