THE WHO
REBELLIOUS. QUIET. JADED. juliet regan hanley
AGE. nineteen
BIRTHDAY. december 12th
OCCUPATION. graduating senior
BIRTH PLACE. london, england
NATIONALITY. english
ORIENTATION. straight
PREMADE TITLE. N/A
PLAYBY. kaya scodelario
THE WHAT
REBELLIOUS. Juliet grew up in a polished family, one that believed in manners and propriety above all. At eighteen, Juliet's learned every lesson at least once and a few twice, she's certainly not a virgin, she smokes when she drinks and vice versa, and she generally doesn't quite give a fuck what you think. She's not afraid to speak her mind, but only if you ask. She's very blunt with the people she's closest to and spares no feelings, thus the rebellion from her family's stuck up snobbish propriety.
QUIET. Though she is rebellious, she's rather quiet in that brooding sense. She'll look as if she's a million miles away, and the chances are that she is. She'd rather listen to your problems than talk about her own, and when she's drunk, she's terribly moody. In a social setting, she comes off as snobby and condescending when it's really just that she doesn't want to talk. She'll just as soon hit you as talk to you across a room. When she does speak, it's usually in low tones, and her voice tends to catch the ears of whomever is listening. When she does speak, it means something significant.
JADED. Jules is jaded on life. She's not a romantic, at least not anymore, and she doesn't trust anyone with her heart. She assumes that everyone wants something negative, wants to use her, and thus she keeps up walls to block everything else out. Because she's financially set (mum and dad), she doesn't quite care what she does with herself, her health is the farthest thing from her mind, and her sense of self-preservation is quite gone.
LIKES. cigs, alcohol, vintage music, old cars, bad boys, expensive clothes, old literature, knives, parties, being underwater
DISLIKES. needles, perfect girls, fake things in general, bland clothing, citrus fruit, pop music, hangovers, long periods of silence, heat, flip flops
THE WHY
BEST MEMORY. Speeding down the road in her ex-boyfriend's car, blaring the Rolling Stones at one AM with the windows down, no destination and nowhere they're expected to be. The scent of jack daniels and cigars (his) in the air mixed with the sea breeze, lights on the highway, finally ending at the edge of a cliff, finishing the night dancing by moonlight to Beethoven.
WORST MEMORY. Waking up on the tile bathroom floor, some time around 3 am, blood in the cement between the tiles, shower running, steam making it hard to breath; The memory of what had happened the previous day. The fight. The cheating. The break up. She had found out that she had meant nothing, that her virginity was something to be won and tossed away. The realization of all the shallow little cuts criss-crossing her thighs, they would become barely-visible scars later on. And the culprit? A broken liquor bottle, glittering pieces all across the floor, the alcohol long since gone.
Juliet was born to two incredibly influential individuals, the Hanley family a popular name in social and political circles. Lawrence was a lawyer, and his wife merely a trophy, but a damn good one at that. She was their first and only child, mostly obedient when she was younger, perhaps questioning something here and there, nothing they couldn't stamp out and reshape later on. She was quite precocious, always curious about the world, always learning. She made them very happy until her teenage years.
That was when she caught Lawrence having an affair with a woman not too much older than her, maybe 24, 25 at the most. Her faith in all the rules her family made was blown. She became a rebel, defying everything they told her not to do. She dated the boys from lower classes, had friends ranging in all, but each and every one of them accompanied with a bad reputation. She punched photographers on the sidewalks, smoked in public when she was much too young, and generally wreaked havoc upon the family. She was the black sheep, the reason there were no other children. She was hell on wheels.
The night she passed out moving from the car to the club was the night Lawrence said no more. Part of him was terrified that his daughter would reveal his sleeping-around secrets to the press. He sent her to Lampton Hill with enough money to keep herself stable, a steady flow of income, a promise to keep quiet, and a distant relative to keep track of her. Little did they know, she was just as much trouble here was she was at home. It was here that she met the boy who broke her heart, the boy who stole her purity, the girls that she never quite fit in with, and the people she was much too angry to like.
THE HOW
RP SAMPLE.Kate couldn't deny the way handling a child felt natural. She always seemed to find a way to be gentle, know just the amount of force to use, knew the right ways to hold a child, knew especially how to care for them. It didn't make much sense, because she'd always been the youngest, hadn't had a chance to be around children until she was much older. Then again, her clinicals and training had taught her a lot. Still, she always felt so comfortable with a baby, and surely that wasn't something a degree in medicine could give you. That was something she knew already, she'd just needed to chance to uncover it. As much as she was a bitch to her coworkers and generally everyone else around, she had a soft spot for kids. Kids generally liked her. She could go from being the hardass, drill-sargent doctor on duty to the fun lady in less than a moment, as long as a kid was involved.
Easily washing away the unidentified blood seemed heartbreaking; this little boy shouldn't have blood on him like this. He didn't deserve this. She took great care to be gentle, make it seem like she wasn't even there, for fear of waking him. She rinsed the cloth with each swipe, eventually clearing away a lot of the blood, his facial features becoming more apparent. He would be a handsome one when he grew up. She would've let her thoughts continue on the peaceful muse, but she was distracted soon after by Meredith's movements, pausing with her washcloth only to watch her with a slight smile.
She'd never seen Meredith amused with a child before. Actually, come to think of it, she'd never really seen Meredith taking such great care like this. It was nice to see her change so suddenly. Her features softened naturally, her eyes brightened a bit. Watching both the baby boy's reaction and Meredith simultaneously, she could help but let out a small smile again. As much as she knew she could never say it to her face, Meredith did look good with a baby. She looked like Kate felt. Comfortable. She could've really believed that for a moment if she hadn't seen Mer's eyes widen suddenly and then find her own. Her smile dropped immediately, a question of curiosity and concern taking over the place where peacefulness had once been.
She watched, heart pounding again as Mer crossed to her. God, why the closeness again? She couldn't handle it. Kate couldn't deal with getting too close to Meredith like this. She had to stop. She had to- Her thoughts were cut off by the sudden contact of the brunette's thumbs across her own lips. She pulled back a bit involuntarily, eyes full of confusion. What was she doing? What else had Kate done to deserve this kind of torment? It wasn't right, not now that she was.... Katherine? Meredith never used her full name in that voice unless something was seriously wrong. She'd only ever heard it twice, if that. Kate shook her head suddenly, almost backing away, but caught by Meredith's lips brushing against her own. Had she just-?
No, she didn't want it this way. She didn't want to kiss Meredith and then taint it with something bad, whatever it was. Now that she'd been caught, though, she found she couldn't move away. Her eyes were locked on Meredith before her, suddenly taken over with another, deeper kiss. There was something powerful behind it this time, something that scared her to death, her first physical response being a climbing pulse. Her skin was cold, but she felt as if she were burning up, shakiness taking hold of her stomach. She caught the words, but she didn't understand what they meant. the accident. brother. on the way. sorry. Kate wanted to back away, but she couldn't. The words slowly registered, but their full implications did not. Catching her breath, she muttered, brow furrowed, "Wha-... what?"
Kate shook her head, going over everything Meredith had just said again. Her brother. James. James and Sarah. They were...? Kate's eyes flashed to the child, and she found her answers there. She could see them both in his face, in his features. She found Meredith again, hands already shaking. She was gonna pass out. She was gonna puke. Something. Her mouth had dropped, still unable to speak as Mer had commanded. They were dead. The child she'd just taken care of.. was theirs. Her nephew. Her stomach churned violently, hands shaking already. Feeling the weakness building, her hand went to the railing around the bed, holding herself up, not daring to touch Meredith.
It was then that her responses caught up with her thoughts. The tears came, stinging her eyes, making trails down her cheeks. She wanted to fall. She wanted to crumple. She wouldn't. She held up, but only by a shread. Finally, between silent tears, her eyes pulled upwards to find Mer's face again. "Meredith," She wasn't sure why she'd said her name. She couldn't keep track of anything she was doing. "Please," She pleaded, "Please, no." It was all she could get out, as if asking her to take it back would bring them to life.
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