thejulesmoreton

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[thejulesmoreton]

mphillipsfms​:

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“i better see you have a right for both us us–make it official and all.” montez teases the woman. jules had been once of those few people who didn’t make him feel that he was anything else other than normal. regardless of the fact that a lot of time were lost in his memories, somehow it didn’t feel like that. she had been a friend that he could always talk to while sipping one of her brightly-colored cocktails whenever he decides to head to spirit after a stroll. “yeah, why?” he raises his eyebrow at the way jules just said those words. “we’re been best friends our whole lives, you know?”

x

“Imma take you both out for a fancy candle lit dinner and everything,” Jules laughed, nodding a little as she flicked her hair over one shoulder and taking another bite of the pizza. She could barely hold it in when he doubled down on the whole best friend bullshit. “Mmmh, honey, I ain’t ever looked at my bestie with those kinda heart eyes,” she called him out, eyebrows raising. “You sure about that?”

[thejulesmoreton]

mphillipsfms​:

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this memorial is going to be montez’s first gathering ever since he has gotten out of the hospital, of course, he was going to avoid drinking, for now, at least to follow his doctor’s orders. there had already been a lot of people when he and lu arrived, gave out boxes of pizza to people before both had split, for now, to catch up with people they know. “technically two people brought pizza, so you’re going to propose to two people?” montez jokes, before joining the bartender, sitting down beside her. “you’ve going to marry me and my best friend–i would say you’d be winning in life though.” he says with a smile as he stared at the person he was referring to, who wasn’t that far away from him and jules.

x

Jules was glad that Montez was slowly starting to get better, they weren’t particularly close anymore but she still cared for him and wanted him to be okay. He was one of the nice guys, and that meant a lot in a world full of bad ones. “Well then it looks like imma ‘bout to propose to two people. I’m sure we can get a wedding in, like, Jersey... Everything is legal in Jersey,” she shrugged a little with a laugh before taking a bite. Jules was high, but she wasn’t high enough to not notice that stare. She couldn’t help but smirk. “Best friend, huh?” She teased him.

[thejulesmoreton]

open starter! location: bonfire event 001! time: early-ish in the night! 

Jules wasn’t much of a drinker, she enjoyed having a couple but she would much rather be stoned than drunk and too much alcohol really messes with the bud, in her educated opinion. So, that’s what she’d opted for tonight, kickin’ it with the white claw just in case someone rose a toast to the dead - seemed disrespectful to toast to them with an orange juice or something. Seemingly out of nowhere, pizza turned up, and Jules (now a couple edibles and entire joint down) decided that she’d never been happier. “Whoever brought this pizza down is a genius, and if they’re not careful, imma propose by the end of the night.”

[thejulesmoreton]

mphillipsfms​:

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“it’s a bit of a stretch, i know. though with lack of information, you can’t help but feel a little bit uneasy.” monty understood jules’ point, in fact, everyone’s separate feeling towards the deaths that happened for the past two weeks. it was hard to dismiss the possibilities for him, though, it could truly be all just coincidence–both accidents, some people would say. “but really–yeah, i get it. plus, the conspiracies could mostly bee disrespectful to woody and louis.” he takes a sip of his mocktail, shrugging at the bartender.

x

“I don’t know, man, I just think we all look too deep into things these days. Shit just happens, there doesn’t need to be some big reason as to why, y’know?” Jules shrugged a little as she continued to flick through the record box. But, alas there wasn’t really anything of major interest in there. “I still can’t believe you’re just walking around in broad daylight sipping a bright pink mocktail outside of a bar,” she laughed. “Dude, this place is so hit and miss. The other day I found this super vintage ‘Tang vinyl, today, nada... If only there was someone who liked me enough to drive me into Salem to go to the actual record store,” she hinted with a fake pout.

[thejulesmoreton]

nsloanefms​:

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nicola still has been getting to know the town and it’s people, but with how she’d been frequenting spirits ever since she’s arrived to nightrest, it was enough for her to know jules already. the woman had been the one to serve her mojito on most nights whilst she sat on the farthest side of the bar. this was the first time they’re exchanging words longer than just nicola ordering herself a drink. “with proper guidance, you’ll be fine. though i understand how it could look dangerous at first.” she stands beside the younger woman, a hand on her waist whilst she watched her students train. “what piqued your interest?” she couldn’t help but ask, regardless of the fact she knows the reason why the bartender may be there.

x

Jules suddenly realised where she knew the woman from. “Oh shit, you’re that new mojito woman, right? Er, fuck-- Nic, right?” She recalled from her shifts at Spirits this week. Jules usually didn’t give too much of a fuck about remembering who came up to the bar, or what their order was. But, it was difficult not to remember the older woman. There was something about her aura that was particularly memorable, not to mention the shroud of mystery that surrounded her which just got even thicker now Jules realises its her that owns this fight gym. “Right, oh, er, well, not that I think that these deaths are sinister or anything but I just figured-- useful skill to have, innit?” Jules shrugged a little. “So do you do like... Beginners classes or is it straight into all this,” she made a hand motion at everything going on on the mats.

[thejulesmoreton]

certifiedkat​:

katherine was just out to take her mind off the news. well, it wasn’t exactly the news that bothered her, but how people were reacting to it. one body was an old man, and the other was pushing fifty — it was all most likely a coincidence. she let out a small sigh as she looked over the coat rack. shopping would always get her in a better mood. the fact that the treasure trove actually had something decent this time was a blessing. she pulled out a stressed leather coat and immediately tried it on to check to see if it was a perfect fit. as kat checked herself out in the mirror, the sound of another brought herself out of her own little world.

she sauntered up to the girl and shook her head. “ right? older people have accidents and sometimes they pay for those accidents. ” the blonde understood firsthand how a nasty fall could do damage to the older generation. “ even if there w a s, he is kind of lame for going for an age group that can’t defend themselves. ” she added. the whole thing seemed crazy, but nothing out of the ordinary.

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Jules was slightly disappointed by the collection up for offer this week, but that was the thing about the treasure trove - you just never know what you’ll find. Still, it was a good activity to keep herself occupied until her shift starts. “Right?! And I mean if anyone is gonna die from an accident it’s gonna be the lighthouse keeper that lives way up high in the sky and has literally no-one nearby to hear any kind of ruckus,” she shrugged. She didn’t mean to be dismissive of a death, it was tragic obviously, but-- it didn’t seem sus. Death was just a part of life. “Exactly, like, c’mon dude, at least pick on someone your own age, or like, spice it up and do it in public under the noses of everyone, right?” She chuckled, rolling her eyes a little before pointing at the coat the other was trying on. “Kat, that fits you super well, by the way.”

[thejulesmoreton]

selintemel​:

Selin usually wouldn’t be caught dead in the store she was in but it was her day off from her family’s stables and she decided walking around would be good for her. The last thing she expected was to be here with her ex talking about the news and yet, here she was. “Actually, I agree,” she said, gingerly placing back the shirt she had no interest in actually buying. “Besides, the death of old dude – or the younger of the two old dudes – was an accident, right? I think people here have watched too many episodes of Criminal Minds and think this is more than it actually is,” Selin said with a roll of her eyes. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” she nonchalantly added after a moment’s silence, drawing her eyes away from Jules. “You still bartendin’?”

x

“Yeah?” Jules replied, tone trying to minimise the shock that Selin was in a place like this let alone agreeing with her about something. “If we’re finally on the same page as one another, maybe the world really is coming to an end,” the bartender quipped. It was petty, and what had happened between them was a pretty long time ago now, but Jules was nothing if not petty. She held a grudge like no other. “Mmh, criminal minds or whatever the fuck that UFO show is called. I overheard someone talkin’ about it being a supernatural killing earlier,” she couldn’t help but laugh before raising an eyebrow at the ‘long time’ line. “Yeah, I’m still bartending... You still riding horses?”

[thejulesmoreton]

open starter |  location: any of the retail stores work | @nightrestmaster​

“Nah, miss me with all that conspiracy bullshit,” Jules scoffed as she flicked through the bargain bucket in front of her. “I mean, c’mon, you really think in a town this small there’s some Ghostface runnin’ around taking people out one by one?” The bartender rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “It just seems a bit far fetched, doesn’t it?”

[thejulesmoreton]

nsloanefms​:

open to: anyone ( @nightrestmaster​ ) location: gym

“if you continue on hooking your arm carelessly like that, you’re going to break someone’s neck and i promise you, nobody signed up to see that.” nicola says as she walks around the mat. it was almost afternoon, hours after the people of nightrest had woken up to the news. she had been hearing a lot of conversations, theories to what all these deaths might mean. but as someone who has witnessed a lot of things in her life, was it just sick to believe that these deaths doesn’t have to mean something? “again.” she crosses her arms, standing in the corner as she watches her pair of students executing the same move again, but now doing it successfully. “now, that’s better, good job.” someone from a distance then catches her eye, which prompts the trainer to excuse herself for a moment and walks over to them. “i assume you’re interested in joining this class, or is there anything i can help you with?”  

x

Jules had seen the news and while she didn’t particularly know him, or Woody, well it was still a bit of a shock. People died all the time, she knew that, but in such a short time in such a small town it seemed weird. Something was off about all of it, and she couldn’t put her finger on it annoyingly. But, the voice inside her told her that perhaps she should do a little more to keep herself safe - she didn’t exactly have anyone to do it for her. So, she headed down to the gym hearing that there was a new woman in town offering fight lessons. Coming inside, she realised how much she hated ‘gym smell��, god why did they all smell the same no matter who was inside them or how well they were cleaned? Before she’d even finished looking around, the owner had found her. “Oh yeah, I er, I’ve never done this before though is it like-- dangerous?”

[thejulesmoreton]

[thejulesmoreton]

- was that JULES MORETON i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for EIGHT YEARS and works  as a BARTENDER has a reputation of being CONFIDENT, but also CLOSED OFF. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with CHERRY FLAVOURED JUULS, TRINKETS IN THEIR HAIR, AND SLY SMIRKS FROM ACROSS THE BAR. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. 

intro tws: harassment, immigration

Jules was born and raised in London, UK. She had a good life, raised by not just her parents but the whole community around her. Her Dad worked in finance and Mom as a teacher and they were both super involved in liberal politics. On weekends she was brought along to protests and rallies, speaking up for not only her community but all who were marginalised and left on their own. She stuck with this as she grew older, campaigning for multiple charities and it was in doing this that she built a love for travel. These were her passions in life, activism and travel, but unfortunately she never really got the grades at school to really go into politics or academia or anything like that. So, she dropped out of school at 16 and went full-time with the charity she was working for. During this time, her Dad became a leading figure for a leftist political movement and their family was always in the news. The tabloid press would follow them around, snap pics through windows, chase them in the streets. It was never to cover their side of the story - always to discredit her Dad, always to smear them. Two years of that really turns something magical into a horror film.

The pressure became too much, her Dad wouldn’t compromise, Mother wouldn’t accept the new way of life, and when she was 19 her once loving parents decided to get a divorce. Jules also saw what happened when you flew too close to the activist sun, the harassment that comes with trying to do good. She decided she, like her Mother, couldn’t handle all of that. So, she took an opportunity to come to the US figuring that it would be easier to keep doing good charity work but also fly under the radar here. She worked in NYC for a year, but eventually she couldn’t afford to do it anymore so she moved out of the city to Salem, hoping to get more in touch with her spiritual side here. Originally, this move was supposed to just be a year or so to build some money up and go travel the world. But, that was 8 years ago now and she’s still not moved on. One thing after another keeps her here, whether its a relationship or trauma or promises, she just can’t seem to get away. So, for now, she continues working behind bars and running odd jobs here and there some of them legal some of them... Absolutely not. In fact, part of the reason she can’t move away is because of those ‘odd jobs’ - one bad decision to dip into the pot she was supposed to sell and she’s tied by blackmail to the dealer. But, no one knows about that, at least, not that she knows of...

Jules’ is a pretty open character all in all, she’s very flirty, curious, up for a good time so she should be quite easy to plot with. I’m open to any suggestions and happy to rewrite parts of this to match timelines/plots!