still a bit n a i v e with my heart // kristopher

[juliette alaska summers]

I don't want you to run away so

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let me know that you'll call on time, let me know you'll help me shine.[/color][/font]

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[/i] her father that the battery wasted too fast, too easily; then again, she told him a lot of things, including this afternoon during a shouting match on the phone that even the bodyguards and housemaids located outside her suite were able to wince as they overheard everything. Because of all things, Juliette Summers was tired: she was tired of her father controlling every last move she made, having every step she made outside hulked by burly bodyguards, and controlling who was allowed to be close to her. It had been a stretch of his patience, indefinitely, that he even allowed his only heir to live by herself (which, "by herself" meant insane amounts of security in both technology and brute force of his own mafia) for now in Seattle, insisting that she even continue her junior year in some insigificant town by the name of Forks. But of course,[/color] she thought with an eyeroll, crossing her arms for warmth as the cold night air nipped at her skin, I'm neither there or in Seattle, for that matter.[/color] Port Angeles, in her mind, paled in comparison to her sunny home back in California, but she wasn't in Washington for the glamour of real estate to begin with.

Because the real reason, the one she had kept secret from anyone that she'd met so far in this sunless state, was to figure out the extended story behind her twin's passing, that she knew barely enough of to know it had been an accident. Just because she hardly got to see her, didn't mean it didn't hurt her some when she woke up one day to her dad passing her the news so nonchalantly as if he were mentioning the weather; being surrounded by death, violence, and general chaos had seemed to dehumanize him, and perhaps her slightly, too. If anything, Juliette had inherited his imminent sense of pride, which enabled her to, when pissed off (which had been happening quite a lot recently) to storm off/find an elaborate plan to dodge her way around any bodyguards and wander off as she see fit. For paid professionals, some of them really happened to suck when all they had to do was watch over a sixteen year old, though her dad reassured her sternly he had recently hired some reknowned guy from Europe that would be tracking her every move. Whatever.[/color] Mr. Foreign wasn't here right now, and that was all that mattered. "Hey, gorgeous, come over here a sec." Though, on second thought, maybe ditching the suits was a bad idea, as Juliette looked pointedly away from the drunk on the street opposite her, biting back the lashing words she was itching to swear out. "This is where being a freak of nature would come in handy about now,"[/color] she mumbled lowly to herself; she was still only sometimes bitter knowing her dad's mafia consisted of near-all of the supernatural out there, and yet his daughter remained human. Weak, if you didn't count the sharp viciousness her words could be if properly set off. But what use were words now?

Especially considering she could practically still feel the man's lingering leer on her, or to be more exact, her body. She repressed a shudder and continued to walk along the sidewalk, ignoring the picked up pace she could hear across the street, drunken slurs becoming a tad more frequent the more she ignored the stranger. They were all the same, she noted distastefully, state name didn't matter. In California or Washington, there were always stupid, ignorant men or women on the street ready to try and lunge and grab at the closest piece of teenage meat they could find. She was, at the very least, devoid of fear: Juliette was the type, of course, not to let much get to her, and besides, he was just some nameless drunk guy. If he tried anything, she could surely outrun him, the only problem there could be was if he concealed a weapon of some sort in the baggy sweatshirt he was wearing. Warm and drunk, [/color]Jules voiced silently, slightly miffed she had to be in a bad mood and freezing her ass off simultaneously, Now if only there was a payphone around...[/color] As her eyes scanned the streets ahead of her briefly, as lonesome and dark as they were, she gave a startled jump as the man across the street began walking across the road directly at her, something suspiciously like a broken bottle in one hand.

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APPAREL here.
MUSIC say okay - vanessa hudgens
WITH sir kristopher carmichael!
SETTING the streets of port angeles!
NOTES :3