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Post by jude maureen endsley on Jan 8, 2012 19:52:23 GMT -6
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---IT WAS SO STRANGE TO BACK IN VALKYRIE. in all honesty, jude endsley had never planned on returning, not for a second. she didn't return for her parents' funerals, or her grandparents'. she left as soon as she could, bought the first plane ticket out of the god forsaken tourist attraction and never looked back. sure, there were a few memories worth remembering that she'd had in valkyrie, but not enough. the bad outweighed the good on an enormous level. the good was a sliver of her nostalgia. it wasn't nearly enough to make her glad she was back. being here, it made her feel like a ten year old girl again. it revived the feelings of going to war with the world alone. it made her feel like the frail, broken, bruised little girl she was when she left. she wasn't that girl anymore, she hadn't been for a few years now. she'd grown up, found a place in life, become successful. she knew important people. she wasn't the white trash she was when she got on that plane for new york city. today she was jude endsley, the successful, independent woman. sure, her career may be looked down upon by a lot of people, but she wasn't a low life. she could handle a few scummy comments, because quite frankly, she had been looked down on her entire life. at least now she knew that it wasn't out of sincere disgust, now it was jealousy. or she had done something to deserve it. but it wasn't because she was poor, and that was enough for her. so if she had changed so much, and completely changed. nothing was left of jude endsley the girl, nothing but the drive for success. but if she had been transfigured into the woman she was today, why on earth did this town still get to her? why was it still making her feel pathetic and helpless? she didn't like being back, not a bit. she would have been perfectly content never seeing this town again. so what on earth could draw her back to a place where all her demons lay hidden in the shadows? the answer was simple.
money.
her entire family was dead. it didn't upset her. she was long past letting anything about her blood relatives upsetting her. they were all gone though, and her grandparents whom she'd never met had been quite wealthy. they came from money, and her last name had been in valkyrie since its founding. they were influential, they were rich. so with everybody in the bloodline gone except jude, well, she inherited everything. it was all hers. it was more money than she could have fathomed having, a house she never would have dreamed of owning. yes, she was well off these days, but a lot of her luxurious jewelries and elegant dresses were gifts, not things she had necessarily had the money to buy herself. now she had her own wealth. she was more wealthy than most of the people who had looked down on her. guess there were perks to having long lost relatives who never gave a damn about you. it was still somewhat surreal, she didn't really know what to do with herself. sell it all and move back to new york? tempting, but she still had some things to settle with the lawyers, and while she was in this godforsaken scum hole, she may as well get reacquainted with the town, and check out how all those shitheads who hated her before were doing. plus, she had a sick sort of pleasure in seeing the destruction the earthquake had done to the town. yeah, she heard about it, watched it happen on her television in her apartment, and quite frankly she had been more interested in the view from her balcony. it didn't make her worried, or sad. she had forgotten about that part of her, plunged a knife into the heart of that girl and watched as it stopped beating, and then revived it with new blood. she didn't care. she had let go.
what she hadn't let go of was her job. yes, she had money now, and she could enjoy luxuries without working. she had money. infinite amounts of money. she was a millionaire, basically. they had so much money in the bank, plus all the interest she had collected on it. it was ridiculous, she was still astounded. but to be frank, jude loved her job. it was the birth of the girl she was today. it was a big part of her, and a part of her she loved. it wasn't something she was going to give up easily. not without some thought. she'd actually been kind of worried that she'd have to make the transit to los angeles to get clientele, which wasn't so bad, but still in convenient. luckily for her, however, people in valkyrie were seriously messed up. needed to make their girlfriends jealous or a date to some fancy event they couldn't be seen alone at. whatever, she didn't care about the situation, as long as she was getting paid. her first job in valkyrie had been given to her by a stud known as william tyler. she knew the tylers. apparently her grandparents and their grandparents had been chummy. she even knew one of the tyler girls who was her age, one of the nicer girls, but she'd never been the girl's friend. but she was vaguely familiar with will when she heard him in a bar the first night she got into town. he was looking for some girl to go on a date with his friend. he was getting so desperate she overheard him saying he would take a prostitute at that point. well, that was jude's cue to speak up. she'd explained her business, and he seemed quite relieved. apparently his buddy probably wouldn't have been happy when faced with a hooker. not that jude blamed him, talk about a lack of class. better yet, will had quite a bit of money and paid her a nice price. she was just supposed to look pretty and be nice. well, she could do that. she'd had more challenging acting before.
so that was why the tall blonde was sitting alone at a lavish french restaurant by herself. she was waiting for the guy to show up. his name was john, or jack or something. she really hadn't paid much attention. she didn't care about details. he could be fat and addicted to cocaine for all she cared. well, actually no. she had standards, even when it came to money. will had promised her he was pleasant enough to look at though, so she was taking his word for it. the waitress was supposed to bring him by when he got there. there date was supposed to be at seven o'clock sharp, and she'd arrived a little early. she wasn't nervous, and why would she be? this wasn't real. in fact, getting back into work made her feel a little more at home. it was a clear reminder that her young shadow couldn't haunt her because she was somebody else. and it was the first job she'd taken in a few months, really. she hadn't continued her business through her engagement. trophy wives didn't need to work. but that was over now, and here she was. it felt like a step to moving on from everything. time to forget about mister marx and her past in the beach side town. this was new. she lazily admired the ruby ring on her finger. it wasn't hers. well, technically it was. she had found it amongst her grandmother's things, along with the other dazzling scarlet stones she wore. she hadn't even looked through the whole house yet. it was kind of exciting to find all the treasures laying around. it could keep a girl occupied. the stone sparkled in the dim candle light. this was all so cliché, and romantic. not the best she'd seen, but sweet. it was classy too, something she could appreciate. her eyes wandered the room as she waited for her date to get there, wondering who her victim would be.
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Post by jackson noah sharpe on Jan 8, 2012 22:34:46 GMT -6
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NOTES: whoo! --- JACK SHARPE WAS TWENTY EIGHT YEARS OLD. yet, he was sitting in the middle of the couch at his parents house, both of his parents hovering over him like he was seventeen again and getting in trouble for staying out pass curfew with will and fin the night before. "honestly, jackson, we're worried about you." his mother. she always used his full first name because 'that's what i named you.' but just the way she said it sounded scolding. scolding. yup, jack was getting scolded. olivia sharpe put thin arms on her hips. his father, thomas, placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "what your mother is trying to say is that we're just... concerned. you've been out of a job for three years, but your money clip is telling us otherwise." his father held up jack's money clip that fell out of his pocket and prompted this whole conversation. hundred dollar bills rolled up. many of them. "is it drugs, jackson?" jack looked repulsed at the mere thought. jack did many things. anything involving drugs was no one of them. "no, mom. i told you guys, me and some old friends doing the self-employed thing." that was what he had decided on three years ago when he got together with the little team of him and his friends. self-employment internet franchise thing. got them money. not as famous as those facebook people, but it gave jack an excuse to continue to walk around town looking important. "have you at least thought about getting back into the financial field? you were always so good at that," his father asked him.
jack sighed. he hated rehashing his old life. it felt so long ago when fitzgerald screwed him over and pointed all the financial mistakes on him. jack pulled himself off the couch. "because i have been blacklisted from every company looking for a financial officer. i won't get a job in that direction ever again." fitzgerald made sure of that. jack had gone from the second coming in the financial world to fucking judas in a matter of three years at his life in los angeles. it was bullshit. shady, big wigs from los angeles, bullshit. but jack had only been twenty five at the time, he was a child, rhetorically speaking, in the business. he was great but he was an equally great fall guy. assholes. but he had to give the men that burned him some credit. they were the ones that pushed him towards his life of crime. so, thank you for that. his parents though, were not convinced. "jackson. you can do and be whoever you want to be. don't let anyone else make you think otherwise." jack rolled his eyes. that was such a mother thing to say. he looked down at the watch on his wrist. nodding he looked back up at his concerned parents looking like they were dealing with an addict. the only thing he was addicted to were plans. "look, i got somewhere to be." jack held out his hand towards his father who was still holding his money clip. "where are you going?" his mother asked. jack waited to answer until his father handed over his money. he slipped the clip in the inside pocket of his jacket. "if you need to know where i will be. will set me up on another date." his mother touched her chest, her face slightly softening a bit. "how is william? who is she? is she nice? will you bring her by the house?" jack held up his hands, "jesus, ma. it's a blind date. i have no idea." olivia was always pushing women on him. according to her, he needed to start settling down and think about the future. he continually reminded her that he was twenty eight not forty, and that he was just too busy for relationships.
of course, jack never stopped will from continually setting him up on dates. he had to wonder where exactly will found these women. sometimes, jack felt like he found them on the side of the street, decided to pass on them, and tell the women he'd like to introduce them to his friend. he felt like he was getting seconds. but when he talked to will today, the woman he was setting him up with was hot, none like the ones before. because, let's get real, all the other ones were always first dates and nothing more. jack was coming to the point where he just wouldn't go anymore when he said he found him a girl. he wanted to do that now, but it was weird, he just had to go. will never told him the woman's name. half of jack was wondering whether will even caught the girl's name. let's get real, jack wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. just telling her the time and the place. the boys were good with that.
jack quickly said goodbye to his parents and assured his mom he'd be around tomorrow for dinner. 'they wanted to see him more' was what they told him as he skipped down the stairs towards his car. la fleur violette was his destination. jack wasn't nervous. there really was no reason for him to be nervous. he knew his way around a first date like he knew his way around a bank. easy as pie. jack also had been on a lot of first dates at la fleur violette. as he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed that there were more cars here than there usually was at this time. he checked his watch again, 7:00 pm, right on the dot. he parked, he got out and smoothed his jacket down. walking into the restaurant he was greated by the hostess. "can we help you tonight, mr. sharpe?" like he said, he'd been here on a lot of first dates. "yes, emily," he started and smiled at the hostess he had seen the most at the restaurant. "i'm here to meet someone." she nodded and smiled at him. "right this way, mr. sharpe." she led him through tables and stopped at the table with a blonde in a black dress. well, will sure picked a good one. the hostess left and before jack sat down, he outstretched his hand to her. "jackson sharpe," he told her and instead of shaking her hand, he kissed the top of it. always a charmer. "you are more beautiful than what will described you." jack sat down in the chair opposite of hers.
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Post by jude maureen endsley on Jan 9, 2012 18:20:32 GMT -6
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---PERCEPTION WAS A FUNNY THING. it could differ so drastically from the actual reality of a situation. perception could mold the future, or a life. it was something that could be totally irrational, yet seemed to hold all the truth in the world. it aroused judgments and opinions, or it could quiet the flaws only visible by the rest of the world. the way people perceived jude maureen endsley was no different. the perceptions of her were typical, nothing she didn't expect them to say. she was the bombshell blonde with social aspirations. she was shallow and two-faced. she was a boyfriend stealer. she was the rich bitch. maybe they called her a label whore. or maybe they called her a slut. she was the stupid blonde who had no brains or drive, just allowing her looks to carry her through life. none of it was creative or enlightening, they were thing she'd heard since she had morphed into the pretty swan she was today. all the things people said when they thought she wasn't listening was intended to be insults, but they made jude smile. she loved being referred to the way she was after a lifetime of that girl or the one with the bruises. she knew what it was like to really be looked down upon, what it was like to really be ashamed of who you were. but nobody saw the reserved but audacious little girl anymore, all they saw were the smoke and mirrors, the golden armor that had expelled the brown rags. they saw the smiles and the jewels, glittering in the light. they saw the makeup and the curls. they saw the money and the confidence. it was all very different than what people had seen her as when she was a child. they were completely oblivious to where she had come from and who she had been. it didn't upset her though, because her goal in life had been to destroy that part of her, to cast it into the shadow lands so deeply that that person never resurfaced or say the light of day again. the comments she heard these days were only confirmations that she had succeeded. she had become the person that she always wanted to be, and her peers were buying every bit of it. they didn't suspect that she was once an outsider. she was just the california girl who was somewhat mysterious and alluring. she had that charming smile and those honeyed words. they didn't see anything deeper than that.
it always made her laugh when she really thought about it. not really laugh, but more of the pitiful laugh of acceptance. in some ways jude felt like you could take the girl out of the poor, but not the poor out of the girl. she still had issues. three years of luxury didn't make up for eighteen years of heartbreak. but she wasn't looking to be known as this deep, interesting person. she couldn't care less about the way people saw her, she preferred it even. in fact, she would go as far as to say she craved the shallow perceptions people had of her. it kept them from seeing the insecure facade she was incessantly working to keep hidden, the brokenness inside her that had yet to heal, and the recent turn of events that had surprisingly punched another hole through her chest. her past had left her more than scarred, she still had open wounds over it. the black blood that had flowed through her daddy's dirty heart had been passed onto her. she couldn't escape it. she was terrified of who she was and how it would affect her future. she somehow knew nobody would ever be able to accept her for who she was, not because they sincerely enjoyed her company or liked her as a person. it had been a long time since she sat around and thought about how much she cared though. the termination of her engagement was a wakeup call, a reminder. she had felt numb for so long. she was tired of the lack of feeling, but then she was dumped for some reason or another (she hardly believed the reason she was given) and the numbness went away, and she realized how much she wanted it back. she hadn't expected to be hurt by it all. to this day she wasn't convinced she had any love for her ex-fiancée, not anything more than friendship. it had started out with the fact that she was money-hungry, but he really did end up becoming one of the best friends she'd ever had. of course he would end up being a cheating bastard. if she ended up with anybody in her life, it would be somebody she considered a mere close friend, because love was beyond her. she didn't know how to feel it. she was too far gone. the best part? her new self wasn't extremely likable either. it was a short bridge between pathetic and abused to shallow and selfish.
it wasn't that she hated who she was though, quite the contrary. she loved herself, she loved her lifestyle, and she loved the young woman she had become to this day. she didn't care if nobody loved her for being a sanctimonious bitch that was as deep as a kiddy pool. at least she could always say she chose to be the heartless harbinger she was currently renowned as. she was a siren, creeping about looking for her prey to get her fat checks and then she was off into the ocean again. she loved the person she had become, she loved her so much as she was never going to let her go. this new jude had saved her life, and she would always hold a part of her heart even when she was an old woman yelling at annoying little children to get off her lawn. jude was infatuated with her life, she loved the city lights and the fancy apartments and the sparkling dresses. the elegant heels made her heart flutter, the air of an expensive restaurant would make her eyes light up. yes, she idolized wealth, but coming from the circumstances she did, was it really that surprising? she had what she had because she had fought and struggled to get there. she deserved it all, of that she was a hundred percent sure. she wasn't born into wealth, though it seemed silly to say that now since she was residing in a big house that had been in her family for generations. but it wasn't always hers, that was a recent development. and she deserved that too. she had dealt with a lot of bull shit from people who claimed to share her blood, it was only karma giving her anything back from it. money made the world go round. the old house scared her a little though, all the history in it. she didn't want to learn about the people who had called her family, because to her they weren't family. they were strangers, people she'd never wanted to know because they had never bothered to know her. she had refused to keep in contact when she left, and it wasn't by accident. people didn't walk away from everything they knew and not look back without reason.
as she sat in the restaurant, her eyes had been mesmerized by the flame flickering in front of her. her hands are clasped together on the table, and in her peripherals she noticed somebody approaching. reluctantly, the girl tore her gaze from the yellow flame and to the person drawing nearer to her table, led by the waitress. she assessed him quietly, a small smile on her lips. will definitely did not scam her when he described his friend. she drew on of her hands up to her ear and pulled some of the blonde curls behind it before giving it to him and watching as he kissed it. well, well mister prince charming. he wasn't the first guy around to try and be suave by going old school, but it was always appreciated nonetheless. his name was still processing in her brain before her eyes opened a little wider. jackson sharpe? it couldn't be him, but that would be too much of a coincidence here in valkyrie. was he viv's older brother? vivienne sharpe had been one of the people on jude's very short list of friends growing up, and her older brother's name was jackson. in fact, vivienne was the only person she could consider her friend to this day aside from henry, and he was a parrot, so what did that count? and here she was on a date with a jackson sharpe. and now that she thought of it, she did remember that he had been friends with william tyler. attractive people were never forgotten that easily, even as a ten year old, and especially the sharpe's. they'd been one of the few families to bother with her as a child, and they always treated her so well. she was very impressionable at the time, considering age ten was when her father took a turn for his more violent stage. her lips pursed slightly. a blast from the past wasn't something she was particularly interested in going over. so she raised her eyebrows, going about the small talk with practiced nonchalance, "a pleasure, and thank you," she smiled at him as he sat down, hesitating to say her name. he probably wouldn't remember her anyway... he had been a few years older than them, "jude endsley," she announced scrutinizing his expression.
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Post by jackson noah sharpe on Jan 23, 2012 23:06:10 GMT -6
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NOTES: i typed this while buzzed. typos... i dunno. probably. --- WHEN CRIME WAS YOUR LIFE, IT WAS HARD TO TRY AND HAVE A NORMAL LIFE OUTSIDE OF IT. that was why jack was always reluctant in continuing dates with women he really couldn't see himself with in the long run. because he did promise himself that if he ever did find someone, he wanted to tell her about what he did for a living. he'd rob banks and use that money to completely shower her with whatever she wanted. diamonds, flowers, chocolate, puppies? whatever she wanted, jack would be more than happy giving her what made her happy. jack really never saw anything wrong with that. he didn't really have a type. woman was his type, and if he was feeling her, he was interested. and the woman will had set him up with was very attractive. she reminded him of probably someone who his mother would approve of. just by the way she looked. this woman just looked very well put together. jack liked what he was seeing so, yes, he was very interested. but, jack just didn't do these blind "prim and proper" dates set up by his friend. no, jack enjoyed a good night with will and tag-teaming women at a bar. a bar was less formal and a lot more fun. it gave him an excuse to get drunk and be the funny guy, or the asshole, or the opposite of whatever will decided. jack didn't get raging drunk every night, but when he did, it did help him blow off a lot of steam and when you were wound as tight as he was, (especially around job time,) it helped him relax. and the women? well, when you were throwing money down like will and jack did and order drinks for beautiful women, it wasn't like they had to look hard for someone. casual and fun. it was a change from his usual routine.
even though jack was going to give her his undivided attention, the back of his mind was still processing what his parents were telling him and this new job coming up. his parents needed to relax. he had to say, jack felt like his parents would eventually find out that something bigger was going on than an "internet investment." jack even would have pushed it more if he was lecturing his own son. his parents were worried, and jack felt the worrying was unnecessary. he felt bad. jack was living in valkyrie again, but was living almost like a ghost towards his own family. don't get him wrong, he saw his siblings almost every day in some way or another, but jack was just more distant than he had been in the past, and his family saw that. was jack hiding something? well yeah, but he just felt like his family didn't need to know every detail of his life anymore, he was twenty eight and there was going to come a point where he was by himself. growing up, he was very close to his family. the sharpes were a very close family that did everything as a family. they were what you would consider wealthy in valkyrie. they had the big white mansion on the hill, they were well-known amongst the community. but even if they were a common-named family, his parents weren't the pretentious type or thought highly of themselves, they were very humble, and they made sure jack, ryder, and vivienne always were taught that. jack did appreciate the way he was raised. he didn't think he'd be so... well-rounded when he made the move to los angeles. his upbringing gave him heart and that was what his employers saw in him and they liked it.
"sorry i'm a little late. i hope you weren't waiting long," he asked her. he situated himself in his chair. "jude endsley," she told him. he paused for a moment, but internally shook his head. he knew his sister hung out with a jude when he was in finishing up high school. but he couldn't for the life of him remember his sister's old friend's last name. and looking at this girl, it didn't look like the ten year old he remembered, but years had pass since then. however, jack didn't really want to think that his current date was in fact one of his sister's friends. but, there had to be several judes out there. jack was just more pissed that his hyperactive brain couldn't remember the last name. before he could ask, (though it was debatable if he would,) the waiter slinked up to their table. "we'll start off with some wine," jack told the waiter, who nodded and left. the waiter, who's name was henry, was a regular waiter for jack when he was here at the restaurant. he liked henry because henry knew what jack liked. jack opened up his menu to start looking over what he'd want, even though he knew he'd probably order the chicken. "so, jude. i have to ask. how did you meet will? he didn't say anything embarrassing about me, did he?" he asked and chuckled a little.
jack looked around the restaurant observing the patrons that were dining tonight. la fluer violette was an ideal first date place, reason why jack could see several high school couples seated around the dining area. boys that looked nervous, and girls that were analyzing every inch of the boy's body language. jack was guilty, he had been on dates here when he was in high school, of course he was always the opposite in the body language department. maybe his dates and girlfriends were analyzing him, but jack was doing it as well, and he would bet his bottom dollar that he was winning. he could do it better. an arch of a eyebrow, the shift of crossing and uncrossing of the legs, and he knew that smile that tried to stay hidden but really told jack that his date was really digging him. he knew all the tricks, he knew all the cons. no one was ever able to out-trick him. well, maybe jules, but that was a different story. besides the high schoolers, he saw middle-aged couples, and couples that were around his parents' age. it sure was supposed to be a "romantic" night here at the purple flower. his eyes fell back on jude and he smiled. "are you from around here, jude?" he asked her. might as well try and rule out this woman sitting across from him as his sister's childhood friend. he would feel weird if he outright asked her. because... maybe he was a jerk, but he really didn't see the girl running around with vivienne all the time turning into what was sitting across from him. then again, he was eighteen when there were hardly teenagers themselves, so it was just age differences of the young. by the time you hit your twenties, it was just different.
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