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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 14, 2007 14:31:11 GMT -5
Juliet's face continued to be the picture of serenity as Sofia continued her onslaught, which was the surest way to annoy her further. Juliet knew very well that the work she did around here was important. Sofia's insecurities and need for attention were her own, and Juliet wouldn't allow them to be projected onto her.
"Regular ray of sunshine, isn't she?" she remarked to Tom, as the woman walked away. Noticing that Sofia had paused, clearly to eavesdrop, she added, "It's a good thing that she keeps herself busy all day with those very important tasks, isn't it, Tom?"
She shook it off and turned her attention back to Tom. "And don't worry, my hand will be fine. The muffins...not so much," she shrugged. "What can I do for you?
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 14, 2007 9:15:41 GMT -5
((OOC: Didn't realize that Ethan was elsewhere the day of the crash. So let me fix that continuity error, shall I?))
Juliet opened her mouth to correct Sofia on the first of her many incorrect assumptions, but as they kept coming fast and furious, she realized it would be futile. So she simply stood by the door that Sofia had pushed her way through, arms crossed, and waited for the storm to subside.
'Oh you better get that hand seen to'
"I'll be just fine," Juliet assured her, as Sofia was hastening to exit again. "But just so you know, the meeting actually hasn't started yet, Wuthering Heights isn't the book we're discussing, and I haven't seen Ethan since he fixed my plumbing," she explained patiently. "Any other misconceptions I can clear up for you, Sofia? My schedule's kinda' full today..."
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 13, 2007 22:35:09 GMT -5
((OOC: Fast-forwarding to just before the Book Club meeting, if that's okay...))
Juliet thought long and hard about what Cyrus had said. What he'd implied, what he'd hinted at. But things like that didn't happen here. Things never changed. Not on this island. Three years should have taught her that. The argument with Ben just a few days before replayed over and over in her mind. Could she have done anything differently? Said something to make him change his mind?
No. It was done. She'd never see her sister again. These were her people. This was her family now. And she had a duty and an obligation to fulfill. Which, for today, meant hosting the Book Club meeting. While the muffins were baking in the oven, she ran through a mental checklist of everything else that needed to be done before the others began to arrive.
She scanned a row of CDs and reached out to grab the familiar case. If she couldn't see Rachel again, she could at least revisit the last time she'd been with her sister. The day she'd hugged her goodbye. Ben couldn't take that away from her. Petula Clark began to sing "Downtown" and she looked into the mirror, steeling herself to be the gracious hostess. Her efforts to fight back the tears only seemed to make the sobs come harder and faster. But she finally composed herself, wiped her eyes roughly, and resolved that this place would not break her. She would forget all her troubles, forget all her cares.
Her task of placing chairs in the living room and straightening up the sofa cushions was interrupted by a harsh buzzing. Seeing the smoke start to drift in from the kitchen, she rushed for the oven, waving the smoke away with an oven mitt. Flinging the oven door open, she reached for the muffin tray and burned her hand, reflexively dropping the tray. Muffins rolled in every direction on the kitchen floor as the tray fell with a metallic clang.
She sighed and placed her uninjured hand on her forehead, which was beginning to throb in pain just like her burnt hand. Well, things are off to a great start, she thought. Give Sofia something else to taunt you about.
But before she could linger in self-pity, the doorbell rang. She wrapped a towel around her hand and walked to the front door.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 22, 2007 14:03:22 GMT -5
She stopped and sighed, tilting her head to regard him. Clearly, he was already formulating plans for whomever survived that plane crash, if anyone. Which would mean further demands upon her that she wasn't allowed to question. It was an inevitable discussion, so she might as well get it over with now.
Finally, she relented. Giving Aaron a departing smile, she followed his lead down the sidewalk.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 22, 2007 13:56:21 GMT -5
"Juliet. Juliet!"
"We have nothing to talk about, Ben," she said dismissively over her shoulder, not diverting from the path back to her house.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 22, 2007 13:25:03 GMT -5
"So, I guess I'm out of the book club."
She met his gaze evenly. Yeah, that would be an understatement. Her tears, her heartfelt pleas had meant nothing to him. Had failed to move him even slightly. So she had nothing more to say to him. If there were survivors, he'd soon have someone else to torment with his mindgames.
She turned without a word and headed back to her house.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 22, 2007 7:23:28 GMT -5
"Hey. Take care of yourself. Ben's probably going to have me heading out to look for survivors...Try to relax."
She nodded and offered him a weak smile. She was already concerned about whatever assignment awaited Goodwin, and now Paul was eager to venture into the unknown. Ethan still hadn't returned from his hunting trip, but must have seen the plane crash or at least felt the earth tremble beneath them. Her allies were dwindling. Not exactly ideal conditions for relaxing, but she knew Paul wouldn't be satisfied unless he was actively engaged in the study of people. And studying these people for the last three years must have become increasingly tiresome. More than anyone else, he needed the change of scenery.
"Anyway if they really need someone they could ask Pickett or Col, or any of the others, why would they want me? You see we need to look out for eachother now Juliet because now there here, it's us against them!"
Juliet folded her arms across her chest, still clutching her book. "Sofia, if that's the way you view this situation, then you really should talk to Ben. Have some coffee and talk about your shared xenophobic tendencies," she remarked, shifting her attention back to Ben.
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 21, 2007 21:04:43 GMT -5
"Well, did you hear me I asked what's happened?"
Juliet sighed and looked from the sky down at the demanding brunette. A plane crash was pretty hard to overlook, wasn't it? "It seems we have visitors," she said plainly, pointing upwards.
She glanced over at Ben, who had effortlessly shifted into order-issueing mode. "You should talk to Ben, see if you can get on the welcoming committee," she offered. "Use those well-honed people skills."
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Post by platinumblonde on Apr 21, 2007 9:14:59 GMT -5
***Juliet enters***
Still clutching her copy of Carrie, she rushed down the front steps and out into the courtyard, glancing around to see who else was there. She followed their gaze up to the sky to see what appeared to be a passenger plane in distress. But that was impossible. The noise was deafening as the plane proceeded to break apart, leaving brilliant white vapor trails across the sky as it descended to the ground below. How could this happen, and what did it mean for them?
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Post by platinumblonde on Sept 10, 2007 21:28:35 GMT -5
"True, Ryan's a bit abrasive, but he knows a surprising amount about Italian leather," she said, a slight smile playing across her face as she looked back at Samantha. "I probably left an extra pair of shoes in my locker. If I can remember the combination. Needless to say, we haven't used this place in a while."
She paused at the entrance to the locker room, holding the door open for Samantha. "After you."
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Post by platinumblonde on Sept 8, 2007 11:01:00 GMT -5
"I'm sure Ben would feel better knowing that you're here, keeping Ryan and Sofia in line. If you need anything else in the way of supplies, let me know," she said to Preston.
She glanced at Samantha as she stood barefoot in the hallway. "And the first thing we should do is find you some shoes. It wouldn't do to survive a plane crash and then end up with tetanus. Follow me; I think there should be some extra pairs in the locker room," Juliet offered, nodding down the hallway.
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Post by platinumblonde on Sept 3, 2007 14:57:23 GMT -5
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay behind?" she was asking Preston as Samantha emerged from the examination room. "Make sure everything's in working order if we manage to find anyone else?"
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 24, 2007 15:10:04 GMT -5
She quirked an eyebrow at him. A ladle? "Well, not drugging her food and drink would be a start," she stated. This was getting more complicated; not only would she need to substitute Harkness' blood sample with the blood of a pregnant woman, but also one who'd recently been doped up with knockout drugs. It looked increasingly as if she would need Karli's help.
"Just...try to put yourself in her position, Preston," she suggested. "Thrown into a strange environment, not by choice, surrounded by people who all seem to want something from you. Asking you questions that you don't know how to answer, moving you from place to place with no explanation, expecting obedience with no explanations. When all you really want is to be safe at home in your own bed. Empathy, Dr. Saint. That's what she needs from us right now."
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 24, 2007 13:39:47 GMT -5
"Preston, it's fine," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. "I probably would have done the same thing in your position. We need to make her feel at ease, not that she's being held here against her will. I just need to know when I do a tox screen, am I going to find anything in her system that wasn't there before?"
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 24, 2007 13:21:21 GMT -5
***Juliet enters from the Exam Room with Preston***
"How does she seem to you?" she asked, nodding back toward their guest. "Since it seems you had an entire day to observe her before anyone else knew about her arrival..."
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Post by platinumblonde on Jun 5, 2007 19:15:38 GMT -5
((OOC: Juliet hasn't quite entered the scene yet. She's still in her house, eating a bagel in blissful ignorance...))
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Post by platinumblonde on Nov 11, 2007 21:44:36 GMT -5
"Strawberry jam it is," she smiled, retrieving the Dharma jar from the refrigerator and placing it on the table in front of Samantha. She then placed the bagel slices in the toaster, and went to check on the kettle. "Things are probably going to be...a little strange, at first," she said. Even though she was sure that fact was clear to her guest. "You're in a unique situation, Miss Harkness. This island is not exactly on most flightplans."
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Post by platinumblonde on Oct 27, 2007 22:07:03 GMT -5
Juliet turned away to retrieve the tea kettle, hiding her ironic smile. Actually, she knew of at least two bears on the island, but it was probably best not to share that with Samantha. She filled the kettle with water, placing it on the stove, and while it was boiling, she removed a bagel from its plastic wrapper.
"I don't have much in the way of bagel toppings," she said, slicing the bread in half and tossing it onto a plate. "Butter, plain cream cheese, strawberry jam...."
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Post by platinumblonde on Oct 26, 2007 23:00:37 GMT -5
"Hello?"
The sound of Samantha's voice and the knocking drew her attention away from the window. She removed the key from around her neck and unlocked the door, opening it and giving her guest a warm smile. "Morning. I hope you slept well; I'm sure you were exhausted," she said, stepping away from the door and back over to the sink. "There's coffee, if you want. Milk, juice...I might have some tea. Though it's probably not the sort you're used to. And if you're hungry, there's bagels, cereal, basically anything that doesn't involve cooking. I think you've been through enough without having to suffer that as well," she added.
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Post by platinumblonde on Oct 11, 2007 19:53:25 GMT -5
She stood hovering over the kitchen sink, drinking her coffee and lightly massaging the back of her neck. It was aching a bit from having slept on the couch, but she thought it best to allow Samantha to sleep in the bedroom. To let the reluctant prisoner console herself with a locked door, a hot shower and a closet full of fresh clothes. She noticed Ryan wandering the courtyard and wondered when Ben would decide what their next step was. By now, people would be wondering, conjecturing, making assumptions. Ben would have to ease their minds. Strangers were on their island, the blood of their neighbors had been shed by the newcomers--they'd all want to know what Ben was planning to do about that.
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