Juliana Crain

He’s uncertain he deserves an apology, hell he’s certain if their roles had been reversed he’d be tumbling over the railings the moment her back was turned or repeating last nights activities again and hope he wouldn’t see another sunrise. Sunrise. Blue hues stare past the metal railing and spot the orange blob beginning to rise over the hills. The sunrise once brought him joy. Blue eyes would search the skyline willing for the sun to peak over the earth signaling another day. That was before when he was younger and oh so naive as to what he truly was. He was precious to the Reich. A life held above those of his siblings and mother because of his pure genes.  His life had begun to crumble. Life as he knew it had become an uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what he believed in anymore and longed for the days when he was happily living in a beautiful home with his family. All of that was gone now. He’s failed his race and the thoughts running through his head were proof of that. He shouldn’t think in the ways that he was, shouldn’t consider wasting his pure blood by jumping from a bridge. 

Blue hues shift back to the woman standing in front of him. She was the only person who possibly could understand him. His head shakes as lips twitch up into a ghost of a smile. “Juliana…” He repeats the woman’s name as lips curl into a gentle smile. “I’m Josef. Come, my home isn’t far.” Shoulders once more shrug off his jacket and offer it out to her. “What brings you to Berlin?” 

    The approach of the dawn didn’t go unnoticed by Juliana and for her, it was a sense of a little hope.  No matter what happened to her or anyone, despite their decisions for better or worse, that sun would still rise.  It would always rise, even if the rumors of an approaching war were true... it would still rise even id everything on the surface was pounded into dust.  Even to her in the state she was in, the sight gave her a little hope.  

    No, she would never settle into living here, in the middle of this place.  Neither would she ever be used to what people said about others, how they felt.  They, for the most part, would always disgust her for their words and actions, but the sunrise gave her hope that things would change someday.  Perhaps not until after another war, perhaps even more terrible than the last, but it could. It was surprising what one stranger’s kindness could instill in her.

MOVIE STARTERS VOL.9   ( NOCTURNAL ANIMALS )

    Back pressed against the warm brick wall, eyes squeezed shut, Juliana attempted to catch her breath, the worst knot burning away in her side.  At least they’d lost the Resistance somewhere along the way.  A slightly hysterical laugh threatening to bubble up at the thought, she let her head lean back against the bricks.  Running from the Resistance with a Nazi… what was new?  Her eyes fell on Klemm, a subordinate of Smith she’d met only briefly, but who’d still dodged bullets with her when they’d run into each other only seconds before the Resistance caught up to her.  Unfortunately, he didn’t carry a pistol when he wasn’t in uniform, thus leading her pursuers on a wild goose chase through the back streets of some New York neighborhood.

    His back was turned to her, otherwise, he would’ve noticed long before she did.  The white hot throbbing in her side didn’t ease as she caught her breath.  Head ringing, she went to rub at the spot only to let out a half-choked pained shriek, free hand clamped over her mouth.  Eyes lowering, the blood covering her hand only confirmed the wound, voice shaky as she looked up to see Klemm’s shocked face.  The war, her father, meeting and losing Frank, her sister, Joe, coming to this God forsaken place, the Resistance trying to kill her, now this…

MOVIE STARTERS VOL.9   ( NOCTURNAL ANIMALS )

    Hands folded in her lap, back straight instead of leaning into the chair behind her, Juliana kept her gaze on Raeder who seemed incredibly uncomfortable with her presence.  Not anything obvious, just the occasional glance, a hint of annoyance behind it, but considering what she’d seen from the man before, it was quite telling.  Partly out of a wish to break the silence and partly secretly hoping to annoy him further, she commented, seemingly absently, a hand moving to smooth her skirt, “Helen told me that you aren’t originally from the Greater Reich either, Sturmbannführer.”  Actually, it was Thomas who told her, but better that he thought her more of a gossip.

Questions for Muns of Canon Muses - Accepting

3. What is something that was never addressed at all in the canon material that you have independently developed for your muse?

A lot around her suicide attempt.  The actual reasons as well as how Frank came into her life.  We get that she was in a dark place and that she meets Frank because of it, but nothing else, so I’d say it’s not addressed in canon. YET.

7. For movie or TV muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you show a screenshot?

My favorite scene is actually opposite Smith, the one where he comes to her apartment and calls her a ‘bird with a broken wing’.  She just is so perfect there, holding her composure and just... perfect.

15. What plots/interactions leave you feeling protective of your muse?

Not all Germans were monsters… that may have been true but his words hadn’t meant that he wasn’t one. He knew, of course he knew how millions died because they were not to the standards of the Reich. He didn’t believe in that. Didn’t believe he was superior the way others around him did for being Lebensborn. To them it was a blessing, a sign he was meant to do great things but all it had done was bring him heartbreak. He had been happy before he knew. Went so many years of his life thinking he was luck to have parents and siblings who loved him even if it was only him and his father left. That all had been a lie and it brought him to the brink of death. 

He should have kept drinking, should have stumbled over the bridge with the woman from the Pacific States. It would have ended his pain. Left his father alone in this world like he had deserved. His thoughts were darker then they had ever been. Though he was a changed man now that he knew the truth of who he was, of how he came to exist.  The woman stands and draws to her full height. He marvels how he towers over her. How blue eyes must look down to meet her eye level. “I told you already. I know what can bring someone to let go from the rails of a bridge.” His words are vague, perhaps too vague to convince this woman that he understood her pain. “I came back because it took everything in me to not let go of both of us. I intervened in your life just as much as you did in mine.” There. He doesn’t directly say his intentions of death but he’s made it clear enough that he too had been prepared to die.  “I don’t live far from here. I can make some cocoa or coffee… We could talk if you want.” 

     She supposed she should be grateful to be in the Reich like as she is, but no matter the privileges that it gave her, she couldn’t bring herself to enjoy them.  There was just too much behind them that was so terrible.  As much as she knew she would’ve hated staying in the Pacific States just as much, part her felt she preferred it.  At least her social standing there wasn’t placed on the bodies of those deemed inferior.  Unknown to her, that was their second point of commonality, a shared sense of the injustice of the system they inhabited.

    At his words, blue-gray eyes snap up from the pavement to meet his deeper ones, dawning understanding clear in her eyes.  He... he too felt that, at least a few minutes ago, the best way to deal with it all would be to just end it.  “I’m sorry.”  The words fall from her lips before she could think, what she was apologizing for all too obvious; her burst of anger that sent him away the first time.  Perhaps his country deserved it, indeed, it more than deserved that curse, but he didn’t.

questions for the mun, regarding the muse - Accepting

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time? 

Hmmm… Headstrong, insightful, naive, a good heart, loyal, a fast learner, strong, and vulnerable.  Those are the words I’d use.  I think that is what it meant?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?