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              KINGSBORO TASK 006: MOODBOARDS

jules

twenty six years old; january 3

cis woman; she/her

homosexual; homoromantic

writer / @ pen & paper press ; journalist @ Kingsboro News ; student

hard working, intelligent, book smart, zany, independent, creative, assertive, honest, private, aloof, blunt, reclusive, spacey, kind, self-hateful, insecure

FAMILY. father ; arnold robinson ; & mother ; geanine nicks ; & ellie robinson ; half-sister (father’s side) 

more about jules.

(( TW: intimate partner violence ))

zara looks and feels like a walking zombie these days. sleep hasn’t been coming easy so she’s been surviving mostly on cigarettes and caffeine. while on a run for the latter, she picks up a coffee and then decides to wander around rather than just going back to her apartment. she only catches the end of what she hears jules saying in the alley, and she almost passes by, but takes a few steps back to check out what’s going on. “do i even want to know what you just tossed in that dumpster….?”

Jules had just now realized that she probably sounded like a mental case; talking to herself the way she was. Embarrassing. She tried to play it cool though, even though she was a little startled by the other woman. “Oh...Zara. Hey...yeah, um.” She looked back at the dumpster and sighed. “My plant. He was on his very last leg and I couldn’t save him. I know. I’m the worst plant mom ever.” She laughed at herself before taking notice to Zara’s appearance. “You okay? You look rough. Want a cigarette?” She offered, fishing for her pack in her coat pocket. 

Quentin had just recently gotten back from Milan with Aaron, and he already had quite a bit of things going on. He had to move out of his apartment this week, plan a party for Landon, and start at his new job. To anyone else it might have seemed a bit overwhelming, but Q loved to stay busy. He had been sitting around for so long after leaving his job at the Grind, he was about to start going a bit stir crazy. Thank god for his two boyfriends who always seem to keep him occupied. “So.. do you think we should get a DJ for this party, or.. I mean, my band could play. But I wanna party too, so I don’t really know if that’s a great idea. Maybe we could just have the party at Blue or something. You think Landon would be okay with that?” he asked as he looked up from his notebook and over to the person he was sitting across from at the diner. “What do you think? I just want this to be perfect. Especially since it’s a coming out party.. ya know?”

Jules had agreed to meet up with Quentin during her lunch break to help him plan for his friend’s party. She ended up just reading through her notes for her next class and had her wrap until he asked about having a DJ at the party. She shot her head up - she had been so consumed by her notes that she actually started to drown him out. Oops. She got so distracted so easily sometimes. “Blue’s good. What kind of party is it though?” She asked before taking another sip of coffee. “Like coming out of the closet or out after his accident? Those are two vastly different things.” She chuckled. “Either way, I support both. But you’d wanna party with Landon at the party you throw for him. And I wanna take shots with you too.” She admitted with a little giggle. There was a reason everyone in Kingsboro wanted to be friends with Quentin. He really was so easy to get along with and he smile was absolutely contagious.  

“What is it with you and killing plants?” Aurora giggled as she stopped in her tracks. The young girl was taking a much needed walk, considering it was pretty sunny out for an early spring day. She hated the winter and being cooped up inside all the time. So, the second that the weather was above freezing, she layered on some comfy work out clothes and got some good ol’ vitamin C. She just so happened to be walking past her ex-girlfriend’s apartment complex while the other was mourning the loss of another pet. The non-living kind, of course. 

Jules was surprised to see Aurora out and about, but she wasn’t disappointed in the least. She was right, too. Jules had killed a fair share of plants in her life especially when she first started collecting plants. Aurora had been to a fair share of these plant funerals, so she knew how much this meant to Jules. Maybe she was being over dramatic, but she was extra hard on herself when she continuously failed at something. Growing this type of plant happened to be one of them. “You wanna say any last words?” She offered.

      “hey, it’s basically spring now. so, i’d say you’ve done a pretty good job so far! todd just so happened to not make it,” he said, shrugging softly. valentine wasn’t one who would really keep plants around, mainly because he’d really just end up forgetting about them. but, he did have some fake plants around. you know, for the aesthetic. “have you ever tried a succulent? i heard they’re nearly impossible to kill.” 

     ellie had, of course, attended a lot of jules’ plant funerals and this was no exception. the girl, dressed in appropriate black, stood by her sister solemnly as she delivered todd’s eulogy. “he was a good soul, yeah. brought a great vibe to your apartment, too. gone too soon.” she said, and once the pot was in the dumpster, ellie shrugged and chuckled, acting her fun, casual way again. “come on, let’s get you lunch and then let’s find you another todd.”