I don't know if the sky is heaven, but I pray anyway

OOC stuff

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 22:16:17 GMT

So, this probably isn't so needed since Jules has been very quiet and inactive, but:

I'm putting several of my muses on an indefinite hiatus. This will be one of them. I'm still around, and feel free to PM me or poke at one of my other characters - if they're around. You're more than welcome to add lawyerlarry. He's retired right now, but he keeps an eye on all my comms and friends. Hopefully these muses will reawaken and come back, but we'll see. There are duplicate muses out there that I'm sure you can follow for the character. Until then...

justprompts Two Weeks

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 22:33:17 GMT

Well I'm not sure of my priorities//I've lost site of where I'm meant to be//And like holy water washing over me//You make it real for me ~James Morrison

Juliet Burke didn't need to be saved. She never was the type. She didn't need to be "fixed" or taken care of. She wouldn't say she was perfect - not by far - but she didn't need to be fixed.

When she was married there was really just one thing that ended that marriage. Aside from her husband being a womanizer. He didn't love her anymore. Not the real thing. Affection maybe, but not love.

Over the following years Juliet found love from her sister. She loved her sister right back. That was where she was needed.

When it came to her being on the island, all she wanted was to get back to that life. Where she had someone that loved her. Where she felt needed. The one thing that made the island bearable was Goodwin. He loved her.

Now, by no means did Juliet Burke need to be loved to have a meaning in life. She was fine without it, but she was better with it. Everyone is happier when they are loved, and she was no different.

Goodwin was taken away from her. She still knew that he loved her, but he was gone. She was still trying to get home. Get back to her sister. Her sister who loved her. It's where she wanted to be.

And then...there was Jack. He showed up in her life and she saw a kind, troubled man. She began to see him as a man that had a huge heart and a great ability to love. She just...wanted to be close to that. When he let her in, when he kissed her and made her think maybe he could just be by her side, she believed in him. But Jack wanted something broken that he could fix. He wanted someone to save. Juliet was missing pieces, sure, but she didn't need him to save her. She didn't need a hero. She only needed someone to love her and be there. And Jack wasn't there.

In a flash he was gone. Pretty literally at that.

Jack was gone, but Sawyer - James - was there. The truth was, he had always been there. Maybe not always with a kind word, but he was always there. He started to accept her and her presence before most others had. He was at her side when they watched the freighter burn, and when the confusion of the flashes settled over their heads. He was there for every rocky mind trip the island took them on. James was always there with a smirk, sarcastic remark, or just a kind look in his eyes.

He was there that night on the dock. When they were back at the barracks she...had yet to have lived in. All she wanted, still, was to go home. Find the place where she was loved. When he spoke to her and looked at her the way he did, things changed. Maybe she didn't realize it just then, but even then it had been true. She was somewhere where she was loved. Not for any other reason than...that's how it was.

He asked for two weeks, and she agreed. Three years later she was still there. He was there. He loved her. Not because he needed to, and not because he wanted to fix her. He just loved her. And she loved him. And that was what she had spent forever looking for.

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(ooc: If anyone can give me the exact quote about the 'give me two weeks' that would be lovely. What he said and what she said.)

sixwordstories

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 03:07:42 GMT

Amazing where the "happy" is found..

OOC: Flailing

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 02:56:13 GMT

OMG!OMG!OMG!

I am SOOOOOOO gleeful! I've been falling for this ship since the end of last season. And yes, I'm also a Juliet /Jack girl....but not in canon. In canon he fucked up and treated her like shit. In RP? We totally fixed that and yes - Jack/Jules have my heart. But canon?! OMG! THEY BOTH LOOKED SO HAPPY!

And the CHEMESTRY!

And they looked HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!

I was praying the whole ep that he wasn't the father of that woman's baby. Cause they sure made it look that way for awhile.

GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

ETA: Just please Sawyer. PLEASE do not pull a Jack and go back to Kate.

sixwordslost

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 18:55:33 GMT

I don't even wear bikinis. Often.

[White Door] The Beginning

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 16:53:27 GMT

(So, with TWD comm opening, not_a_savage wanted me to find the first fic I wrote that began the white door idea. So I cross post here, and link to TWD.)

Prompt: Jack/Jules - White

The door was white. Very white. In fact, the whole house was white. Simple. Understated.

Normal.

Juliet stood on the outside of the white door and took a long, deep breath and then knocked. She let out the breath in a shaky exhale and closed her eyes. The last 24 hours had been filled with excitement, nerves and fear. All she felt now - was the fear. Bone chilling, penetrating, fear.

The door opened and she felt him standing there. She opened her eyes and looked up at the man standing before her. He wore a navy blue tshirt and jeans and the softest of smiles. She noticed the glitter of tears in his eyes, but didn't focus on it. She just looked at his smile, his jaw, his arms...

She had known she'd missed him, sure. It just wasn't until she was standing before him, after all that time, that she felt the full capacity of...everything. She hadn't seen him since that day he'd left the island, and she had feared so many times she never would again.

"Hi Jules," he murmured, looking as happy as she was feeling.

"Hi Jack," she whispered, unable to voice anything else. They stared at each other for a long moment before his arms pulled her to his chest and he held her tightly. Her eyes closed again. His lips pressed to the top of her head. They both sighed.

It was a long time before he finally stepped backwards and brought her inside, closing the white door behind them.

[OOC] Prettyness and muse matters

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 23:43:05 GMT

Hi people! So I know not many people watch this journal, but for those that do - Jules might be back. Not that she was technically "away" but...she's been very quiet for a long time. However, she recently joined just_muse_me and I have to make sure I keep her active there. It'll be better once the new season starts ~~and once I learn how to not self hate my muses~~.

And one more thing to keep me going with her! not_a_savage and I have been talking for awhile about a happy!verse for Juliet and Jack. A couple fics have been written, and we have FINALLY made ourselves a comm.

Introducing......

the_white_door

I know it doesn't look like much now, but we'll get there. Anyone is free to join and watch, but posting access is limited. Jules and Jack will be more than happy to invite old friends over to their house if anyone wants to join in the crack!fun.

And last but not least! I redid Juliet's journal! Check it out! forget_romeo And a new user info banner, so go look at that too and tell me what you think!

just_muse_me - 9.1.6 - Christmas Behind the White Door

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:33:00 GMT

(For not_a_savage who requested AU!Jack and Jules fluff. Jack used with permission. )

“Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. ” - Erica Jong

Open on a cool, mild evening in a suburban LA neighborhood. A house, large but not overbearing, stands between all of the others. The yard is neatly trimmed and two small cars sit in the driveway. One is red and sporty, the other is simple, black, and sleek.

Up the stoned pathway from the driveway to the front stoop made of brick. The large white door stands brilliantly, a shimmering image of all that dreams could be. Their symbol of hope and happiness. A green wreath takes its place on the center of the door, red berries dotting around it.

Through the door and into the house, a comfort sets in.

There is nothing pretentious about the home, it is just a home. Stairs that carry to the next floor, rooms that open to rooms - every one of them used and worn. The kitchen is bright and welcoming, and often has something cooking or baking inside.

To the right a living room opens up. One that truly is lived in. An expansive tree stands in the corner of the room. A few ornaments here and there, mostly hers from the past. Popcorn and tinsel are strung around the branches, largely so in clumps along the bottom, where Aaron and Julian most easily can reach.

A star glitters at the top. Not an angel, because Jack doesn't believe. He believes in stars, though. The one on their tree reminds him of the incredibly bright stars over the island. They remind him of the stars he would look at once he came home, when he wished Juliet wasn't watching those stars without him.

It's not too chilly, but enough to be noticed. Juliet stands by the mantel as she hangs stockings. A small smile is on her face. No reason for it, really, she just tends to smile a lot now. Her hand brushes each stocking as it's hung. Juliet...Jack...Aaron. All beautifully handmade with love from Sun the year before.

"Am I the only one that hasn't forgotten when Christmas actually starts?" A teasing voice comes behind Juliet and she turns. Jack is standing behind her in light khaki corduroy pants and a soft black sweater. He too likes to smile lately.

"Mmm, my very own Grinch," she says as she steps closer to him. He smiles and moves his arms around her waist.

"I would never steal presents from children," he argues.

She laughs and wraps her arms around his neck. "Probably because you prefer to spoil our nephews than deprive them."

"Why shouldn't I?" He asks his quietly, looking down into her eyes. She smiles and her hand cups his cheek.

"I love that you do," she answers. She reaches up on her toes slightly to brush her lips to his, and he kisses her back slowly, holding her close.

"Your Grinch is starting to like Christmas more each year," he admits.

"Well how could he not?" She tilts her head and raises her brows. "I happen to provide a very wonderful Christmas. Just as it should be."

"Yes, you do." He pulls away from her and looks at the stockings with an approving nod. "They look great, Jules," he says, his eyes resting on Aaron's stocking.

"He'll be home in a couple days," she assures Jack.

"And he's going to love this." Jack nods and looks over at her. "I love this."

"I'm glad," she nods back. He steps back over to her and sets his fingers against her hips, then slowly pushes her across the room. Amused and curious, she lets him. When he stops in the doorway between the living room and front hall, he points up. Juliet tilts her head back with a knowing smile, and looks at the small piece of mistletoe hanging overhead. He touches her chin softly to bring her head back down and she looks at him. He smiles before leaning in to kiss her again. She kisses him back and laughs when he picks her up and starts up the stairs for their bedroom.

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just_muse_me - 6.6.3 - Times Change

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 22:08:10 GMT

(Inspiration from the new S5 promo. Go watch!)

It runs through her head again and again. The ship exploding. The blasting light. The feeling in her heart in that moment between. What are we doing?

The idea that some were gone. Maybe even dead. Those that she had lived around for a long time. Some of whom she cared for.

He was gone.

She felt it, really. His presence had always hovered over her. She felt Jack on the island, no matter how far apart on it they were. Even when it hurt to feel, when his eyes were on Kate, she felt him there. Now she felt a void. She couldn't feel him anymore, and it made her uneasy. Not because she needed him, not because she wanted him, but because - it was something she'd grown used to. And it was gone.

Things changed when the six left. Everything was different. And it would never be as it was, even if they returned.

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makeyourlist - 44.2 / 44.4

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 21:11:55 GMT

44.2 - Foods I can't stand anymore
~Mangoes
~Papaya
~anything made by Dharma
~Pig

44.4 - Things I need to get over
~this trepidation of leaving the house at all
~the dreams I keep having about being back there
~the fact that I don't know what I want to do now
~[locked] Jack, and everything he is to me - or...never will be [/locked]

sixwordstories

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 15:11:51 GMT

Can't leave home some days, silly?

(post-island, crack welcome)

sixwordstories

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 00:43:51 GMT

Well. There goes the neighborhood. Damn.

makeyourlist 26.3

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:13:41 GMT

The only thoughts I can muster...

1. We shouldn't have trusted them..whoever "they" are.
2. I'll never go home.
3. They're probably all dead.
4. He might be dead.
5. He always said, "Live together - die alone."
6. Now I'm living alone...while they died together.
7. I need more rum.

sixwordstories

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 02:14:15 GMT

Sawyer...we will need more rum...

sixwordstories

Fri, 16 May 2008 03:52:25 GMT

His stitches, his problem, stubborn idiot.

makeyourlist 24 - Game

Tue, 13 May 2008 01:48:27 GMT

Name three people, I'll tell you who I would marry, shag, throw off a cliff.

sixwordstories

Sun, 04 May 2008 21:08:00 GMT

Sawyer, think I need a friend.

2.14.3 - Quiet

Fri, 02 May 2008 23:16:39 GMT

ooc: Not binding to any Jack in any comm. Especially not not_a_savage, because our Jack and Juliet are just fine :P

The tent was silent once Kate left. “I know you're awake,” she said softly. She wouldn't look into his eyes. She breathed through it. As she finished her stitches and cleaned him up, she refused to think about his eyes. The way they had looked at her just days before. How his hand held her cheek. His lips on hers. There had been something. In that kiss, in his eyes. Something between them from the moment they met. She'd felt it. She knew he had felt it, too.

But it wasn't enough. He needed to fix. He needed to fix Kate as badly as Kate needed him to fix her. Without Sawyer around it was Jack's turn for attention again, and Juliet was on the sidelines.

Not another word to Jack, she left the tent and went to wash herself off in the water. In the ocean. A real cleanse. She left her shoes in the sand and stepped into the dark waters. The sea foam swept around her ankles and the waves rolled around her. She tilted her head up to the moon and watched it as she took another step into the ocean.

He'd wanted to help her. Help her away from those that she had lived with for so long. Help her away from Ben. He'd helped her filter into the group of survivors, though she'd not been taken to so well. He fought for her.

He kissed her.

She closed her eyes, face still pointing to the night sky, and let out a shaky breath. She didn't need him to fix her, and maybe that was the problem. She wanted to fix herself. Help herself. Get herself home. Sure, she cared for him. She wanted him. But she wasn't going to be where she wasn't needed or wanted. She wouldn't stand in the way of what he truly wanted. And she would be okay. She'd be okay. She bit onto her bottom lip and allowed only a few burning tears slip from her eyes. She was alone again, but she'd be okay.

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OOC - Because I can, a meme

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:24:57 GMT

Name a character that you know I write or have written, and I'll tell you:

a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/thread/chapter/post/paragraph/tag/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character.
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

You should know who I write/play. If not...ask?

makeyourlist 18.2

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 02:51:03 GMT

Make a list of enemies

Depends on the day, really.

1. Ben.
2. Those that believe his bullshit.
3. Kate's not a fan of mine.
4. I don't believe Sun and Jin are, either.
5. Or John Locke.
6. I can't remember how Claire or Hurley feel.
7. The island as a whole. One big ugly enemy.
8. Fate.
9. Murphey's Law.
10. Really does depend on the day.

TBS 2.8.1 D

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 23:13:07 GMT

"I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members." Groucho Marx

She stepped into her tent as evening fell, but she wasn't tired. No...she just wanted to be hidden. Be alone. It amused her – without actually amusing her – that she tried so hard to prove to these people she wasn't an Other like they thought of her. She didn't like being seen as...'that Other that infiltrated and is now living among them'. Though all the while – she was an Other. She wasn't someone who didn't know what was happening or an innocent bystander. She did things. She knew things. She was far from innocent and they all knew it. There was no acting that could be done.

The sting of Sun's slap reminded her of that. She felt disgusting inside for revealing what Sun had told her...confided in her. Unfortunately the idea of the greater good was ingrained in her by then. Especially the greater good of that baby. She couldn't take it. She couldn't see another woman – so close to motherhood – die. She couldn't think of another baby not getting a chance of life. And if that meant losing Sun's trust and hurting Jin, it had to be done. Something had to be done and she saw that it was her place to do it.

Her place as the Other among the lost ones. She hated that word so much. Other. She hated it because she'd always seen herself aside from everyone else at the barracks. She hadn't been like them. She'd done things her own way so that she could survive and hopefully get off the island and save her sister. As she sat in her lonely, silent tent, she let out a bitter laugh. She wasn't any better than Ben and his...minions. She didn't belong with the lost.

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sixwordstories

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:52:52 GMT

Stupid tent fell down once again.

makeyourlist 16.2

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 02:02:52 GMT

Special Talents

1. Book reading..does that count?
2. a few specific things that I can bake and cook quite well
3. all those things I do in the lab that I won't bore you with
4. hula hooping
5. arm wrestling

makeyourlist 14.1 - Childhood

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:28:09 GMT

1. Nancy Drew
2. The Hardy Boys
3. The Boxcar Children
4. The Bridge To Terebithia
5. To Kill A Mockingbird
6. The Wizard of Oz
7. The Collected Works of Lewis Carrol

tbs 2.5.1 Strychnine

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:08:14 GMT

Wine is red.
Poison is blue.
Strychnine is good,
for what's ailin' you.
The Sonics – Strychnine

Nighttime surrounded Juliet as she stood beneath the window of Ben's barrack house. An evening walk under the stars had brought her to a stop there, and she watched him. He was cleaning up from his dinner for one and didn't notice her. Her gaze was steady and pained. The glass of wine she held in her hand had been twice refilled. Her heart beat was slow and...faint.

He sickened her. He was supposed to be a friend, an advisor. She hated him. Yes, she'd known for awhile where his feelings for her lay, but...it had never quite mattered. Not until now. His words slipped under her skin causing goosebumps despite the warm air.

You're mine.

She closed her teeth over her bottom lip and slipped a hand into her pocket. She pulled out the small vial and looked it over. Strychnine. She turned it around in her hand and glanced back to his window, unaware of the shadow beside her.

“Nice night,” a voice came down on her. She jumped and glanced over while her hand wrapped around the poison.

“Tom,” she said softly. She quickly glanced to Ben's window again then back to Tom. “What are you-”

“You're the wrong one asking that question,” he said in his eerily amused tone. He looked at her closed hand and over to Ben's window. They both watched Ben leave the kitchen and turn the light out. “What are you doing, Juliet?”

She cleared her throat and stood tall, discreetly sliding her hand into her pocket, along with the vial. “Just walking..thinking,” she said softly.

“Maybe you should keep doing that then,” Tom suggested with a slight nod to the sidewalk. She nodded back and began to step away. “It's been a long day,” he spoke after her quietly. “Losing Goodwin and all.”

Her heart slowed more and her breath became tight in her lungs. She held her wine glass tighter and glanced back to Tom. “Yes,” was all she could choke out. Then she turned again and walked home. She didn't get too far inside before her knees gave out under her and she slumped down onto the floor. Her wine fell to the carpet, and her hands covered her face, as she cried for the loss of the man she loved so...fully and silently.

She forced herself to return the Strychnine to the lab the next day. She couldn't do it. Kill Ben. Not if she wanted to make it home to her sister alive.

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