#Muse: Judy Hoffs

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Which Planet Are You?

Dominic Luca

EARTH

No amount of blankets is going to change the fact that you’re still falling apart inside, that it feels like everything you’ve ever done wrong is crawling underneath your skin, that you feel like there’s something wrong with you but everyone says that it’s fine, you’re fine, it’s all going to end up okay but you can’t change anything, no, it’s not in your control, they say. They’re wrong. You deserve to get better. Don’t you? Aren’t you tired of the bags under your eyes, of the weight on your shoulders? You have a hard time figuring out which relationships are toxic because they’re so fundamentally ingrained into your personality - or so you think - and you don’t know quite how to take care of yourself. You want to touch the stars but you’re so stuck in your problems rather than your dreams it feels like drowning, not flying, and it’s hard to tell the difference between the two feelings of weightlessness.

Judy Hoffs

VENUS

You’ve always been in the shadow of someone else and it’s something you know you’ll never be able to escape. You feel like you’ll never manage to live up to the person you’re supposed to be and nothing you do is going to be good enough - it’s just good enough to scrap by. The harder you try, the harder you fall, and you’ve fallen from the pantheon, darling. You’re lost in knowing where to go when you aren’t trying to be better than sometihng, prove that you’re worth it; it’s become an obsession much in the same way bracelets become. Pieces you wear like armor in public to hide how you’re adrift in a world that didn’t wait for you.

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Judy Hoffs

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Judy Hoffs 

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Muse: Judy Hoffs

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~Open to all ~

“You show all the girls that move. Or just the ones who are special?” Hoffs prods somewhat indelicately. 

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“What kind of information did you get, Jarin?” Hoffs prods with eager anticipation. 

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Look Out

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Unlulling, the litany of machines treated her to their unchanging chorus. The machine nearest Jude kept time with her heart, half-dopplering in green jagged lines in time with every palpable pang inside her chest.

The monotony of the morning is shattered by the shuffling of footsteps which, garners Hoffs’s immediate attention. The concern tattooed on her countenance tappers down to nonexistence in under a minute as a familiar figure presents himself at her doorstep. “Penhall?!” His name warms her lips fondly though the chord shook with unusual weakness. It is followed with an instantaneous smile.

The impact of collision with the speeding vehicle had been harsh. It knocked the breath clear out of her lungs, singeing every vacated corner with a ferocity she’d never experienced before. Hoffs vaguely recollects the heated caress of uneven pavement against every inch of flattened skin, and the fact that her muscles refused to cooperate when she attempted to rise. Then laying there, drifting between states of consciousness, like a listless vagrant. Wafts of sirens had insisted upon cramming in her throbbing cranium. Nothing mattered, nothing save for the fact that Doug was SAFE.

Days later, the deepest of bruises were gradually mending. Not that one could tell given just how many of them marred her skin. Movement still ushered in agony which, is why they kept her. Laughter- well, that was the worst of all, given her cracked rib.

Hoffs allows his smooth, silky voice to saturate her attention. A swift glance is cast towards the balloon prize he brought for her. It was a really, really sweet gesture. “You know you didn’t have to.” The gesture, however, left her grasping tinges of happiness. “I love it!”

The truth was, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. Shifting, she eases herself into a seated position with a stifled grunt. Her nearest hand was still connected to an IV. Yet, it is still offered to him when he seats himself beside the bed.

He wasn’t wrong to scold her. The clear agony in his tone causes her to swallow sharply. Judy knows the history Doug has with loss. Her deep hazel orbs drift downwards, a tint guiltily. “Well, you see, they were all outta those pretty little greeting cards, and I couldn’t afford a singing Candygram on my salary. I figured this was the next best way.” The remark is embossed to the brim with sarcasm. Still, her remark causes her fingers to grapple for his to lend some semblance of comfort to him.

An unspoken joke about Penhall’s baby fat swirled about in her mind when he mentions being built like a ‘quarterback’. An inkling of a smile shadows in the corners of her lips.

“Alright, alright, already! Doug, I promise, next time a car is coming, I’ll let you do the protecting.” She half-heartedly concedes. “But first, you gotta do me a favor....” Hoffs levels him with a look that is pure business. “You have got to stop blaming yourself for this!!! It was my choice to act. Mine.” His remarks were shredding her poor heart, whittling it down to something far smaller than a stub. She could not bear the thought of him carrying a weight like that upon his broad shoulders. Penhall wasn’t Atlas. He did not need to feel crushed by the weight of the world.

“Did you just say-- ‘loving’?” Hoffs prods, unable or unwilling to immediately move past the implication. Deep down she prays she is not reading more into it than she ought to be. But damn it! It would be good to hear any semblance of genuine affection.

She groans when Penhall mentions PIZZA. It’s been days since they’ve given any of her customary junk food. Now, the craving for it is insatiable. Honing her gaze on him with two dark-heat seeking missiles, Hoffs speaks again. This time there is coyness to her tone. “If you’re feeling that bad about it, why don’t you bust me out of here for a little?” With these sterile white walls all Hoffs could do was yearn for the Chapel. While the Chapel is temporarily beyond her travel zone, the outer yard of the hospital was not. Then grinning she adds, “Swing us by the cafeteria and get us a real breakfast.” She pauses. “I won’t tell, if you won’t.”

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Sam Tinnesz - Watch Your Back [Official Audio]

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Stolen from @nyfd-engine-32

When you fall in love

when you climb on the rooftops together

When you're climbing the ladder together that leads to the roof access, the icy wind on your face almost painful. When they're laughing in the cold of winter and you can't hold back your smile in response, even when your lips get chapped and hurt. How you're never really one to be a daredevil, but you're running through the city together, and you let yourself be reckless. You let yourself taste danger, you want to reach higher, you want the intensity and passion they offer. When you see how it all naturally comes to them, and you want to be part of that.

Tagging: @vegaprose (if ya wanna tag all your Jump Streeters and some of your ocs that’s cool with me) @downonjumpstreet @sonnysideofthestreet @the-muses-rule-here (for Booker) 

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Even if I fall, I'll be up again cause I'm a fighter I am a fighter I'm a survivor Never lay down, never give up

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“ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ” ( jenko + hoffs )

Tattered wisps of shivers blueprint themselves upon the breadth of Hoffs's lips when her back finds the frigid force of a brick wall. Tension, as taut as a trillion coiled springs, can be felt just as surely as if it had been sewn into the fabric of her every muscle. Flashes of a brief, prayerful utterance, are sent heavenwards while her trembling fingers curl about the grip of her police issued gun.

Turns out their handy informant had been playing both sides for profit, and the law lost. Her and Jenko's covers had been blown to smithereens.

A look akin to terror, torments the otherwise beautiful confines of her darkening eyes as they lock upon her beloved Captain. "Jenks, they got us surrounded. Last count I had was sixteen. How many did you count?" Sixteen to two were really cruddy odds on a good day. Today was shaping up to be a bad one. Especially, given the fact that she may only be in possession of half the information.

A hail of silver rain clatters chaotically against chilled pavement. Every bellowing pop resounds with the promises of death, destruction, and bloodshed. Tinnitus gnaws at raw eardrums. The shrill beckonings tangibly warp every other sound, so well, that it nearly drowns out the orders being directed at her.

"Don't." Hoffs chides with heady desperation. The solitary word enters the air as an entreaty from the greatest fathoms of her soul. She can feel the chips in her heart transforming into cracks. Cracks that immediately start spiderwebbing, branching out and spreading their wings like overflowing rivers with every painful pang. "Don't ask me to leave you behind, Jenks. Not like this." Loyalty is a gift she'd been blessed with since birth and towards him, it remained unwavering.

When she enlisted to work on this start-up project at the Chapel, she never expected to become so tethered to this incredibly strange but sincere paternal figure. Jenko, for all his faults and lax rules, had this way of almost immediately endearing himself to the people he worked with. Hoffs couldn't help but be one of them. The man had become a place of refuge from the storms of life. She could always count on the enlightening and entertaining jive he dribbled. Coming from a hard home life where laughter was hardly ever present, his tutelage left an indelible impression upon her.

One final time, Jude attempts to appeal to him. "We're outnumbered badly enough without me abandoning you." It's as good as stubbornly insisting that she's not leaving him without repeating the words spoken seconds ago. Though, Hoffs knew deep down, that if Captain Jenko insisted, she had to trust he had a reason. A good one. If he told her to run again--- she would, even if the very thought leaves an insipid, bitter taste in her mouth. 

In any case, she braces. Preparing for action if it absolutely must be taken.

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Real Cops:

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Hoffs gives off a harmless whistle of approval. Cat-calling is not entirely below a high school level. It wasn't like Tommy hadn't done it to her before- either. Here, in the Chapel, it's almost as good as a right of passage to at least get one or two. “Work it.” She encourages, spinning a finger round and round. As if she’d ever deign to study his --- posterior.

Man, in that uniform, he's a dead-ringer for the sweet faced boy Jenko dragged in kickin' and screamin' about how 'he's a real cop'. The Pinocchio adjacent claim is still every bit relevant today as it had been in the beginning. He never did stop being a cop.

In truth, Hanson still gives the appearance of a fuzzy baby bird that is preening. The consideration causes the bend in her lips to widen significantly. "I'll say. You look like regular choir boy." She only laughs as he elbows her. “Did Fuller instruct you to ‘make sure you leave your little earrings at home?’ It was a sentiment he passed on to Booker when helping him find a new job.

The humor, no matter how pervasive it is for a moment, vaporizes the minute he speaks about his assignment. “You have any idea who you’re getting close too? Any suspects?” She pauses, worrying her lip for a moment. “Must be like living out some existential crisis or something.”  

“If you need backup, count me in.” Hoffs adds. She’d hate to see one of her best friends thrown in the deep end alone. It wasn’t that he was incapable of doing his work. For that wasn’t the case. Hanson was a trillion times more adept than most. The offer comes a genuine concern for him.

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21 Jump Street: Incorrect Quotes

Hoffs: that was so stupid

Ioki: and also kinda cool, right?

Hoffs: no. just stupid