and so it begins [ intro, o ] .
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[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: space mono, verdana; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: 1.4; color: #262626;"]tw: very brief mention of death / allusions to death

he couldn't figure out why he'd come back here, of all places. it'd been years since he was last here, and he was sure nobody remembered his face, but something told him it was still not his brightest idea. mercy hadn't seemed to like the idea, either, but what else was he supposed to do? pass up the opportunity for a nicer, warmer place to stay for the night?

walking to the casino at a brisker-than-usual pace gave him little time to take in his surroundings, eyes locked on the casino; he hadn't stayed here long enough last time to take any of the scenery or people in, and he didn't plan on staying forever this time, either.

for a moment, his eyes met the beach, and a pang in his chest made him frown. he clenched the straps of his bags tighter, memories of blond hair and a french accent he couldn't help but still miss flooding in (again). his expression and tight grip quickly relaxed, reminding himself to find happiness in her memory. she might have been gone, but she would never be gone -- not to him; she was still alive in the memories that brought smiles to his face and tears to his eyes before he tried to sleep most nights.

mercy, close to his side and wary of the other human escorting her own, hesitated once they finally reached the casino. romeo smiled down at her, encouraging and soft, and motioned with his head for her to follow him inside. she huffed at him, evoking a light chuckle from him, and then stepped inside, sticking so close it almost made it hard for them both to walk without tripping. he crouched down after thanking his escort, and gently grabbed mercy's head. he planted a kiss right between her eyes and scratched behind her ears, scrunching up his nose when she licked at his face.

"alright, alright. you're okay, mercy; it's okay," he assured her quietly, placing another kiss to her head before he stood. he took a step but faltered, causing her to bump into his leg, at the sight of a familiar head of blond hair. he shook his head and scoffed at himself, making to move again until he heard that familiar voice that sent another pang to his chest. he furrowed his brows and, slowly, started to approach.

he knew it couldn't be her -- she wasn't actually alive.

although, he never did see her die; his last image of her was her being dragged away from him as he was dragged from her.

it couldn't be her, though, right?

he couldn't stop himself, despite the doubts swarming his mind, because of the hope that swarmed with it.

"jewel? juliette?"

// yes that title is weak but weak title for a weak intro post !
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[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]not a day had gone by where romeo wasn't lingering in juliette's mind. it wasn't constant, some days the thoughts would only settle in if something reminded her of him, or the times when one of the twins would be asleep in her arms and she so badly wished that they could meet the person that had such an impact on her. their friendship was unlikely, staying on a course that was eerily similar to the story that was told so many times, from the feuding families straight down to the shared names between both duos. even when it blossomed out of the sheer oddity of it all, they made the same promise whenever the topic was brought up...

they weren't going to end like the notorious tragedy.

repeated over and over again, a promise that they wouldn't share the same fate as their name doppelgängers. they weren't going to be pulled apart by their families hatred of one another, they weren't going to meet the same devastating end. they had suffered enough in their lives, their epilogue was going to be sweet.

even when seeing romeo being dragged away from her that last time she saw him, for weeks after that miserable day juliette continued to repeat that same promise in her head. he was fine and they would be reunited soon, they weren't going to end like this - they couldn't end like this. the grave thoughts set in like the harsh transition from summer to fall, a flurry of cold words that left a shiver deep in her heart. was it possible that her other half had met such a cruel end? why was she the one to make it? romeo was the last person to deserve such a thing, and juliette wouldn't have thought twice if it meant trading her place for his.

even now as she stood in the casino complaining about a broken glass, thoughts of him commenting on how she was making such a big fuss out of something so miniscule would slip into her head. the idea of it almost made her want to chuckle, if it weren't for the annoyance she felt at the poor soul that dropped the glass.

"how are we going to serve guests if all of the glassware is shattered? pour it into their hands? tell me, would you want to-" the sound of the oh-so familiar voice cut her off as she turned her head to look at the one who called her name. her hazel eyes stared in disbelief as her mouth dropped open and she took a careful step, almost as if she were too quick he would disappear. "est-ce vraiment toi[sup]1[/sup]?" tears pooled in her eyes as she finally closed the distance, wrapping her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his shoulder.

"je pensais que tu étais mort[sup]2[/sup]," there was a crack in her voice as she spoke, trying to hold it together with so many people around, but so obviously failing.

[sup]1[/sup] is it really you?
[sup]2[/sup] i thought you were dead

[spoiler= tags, updated 1/20/2021]now i breathe flameseach time i talk
&. ❝ juliette monet knope ❞ |  juli , jules | female [ she/her ] .
&. 28 years old . | december 9th ; sagittarius .
&. 1/3 of the administration of the badlands .

my canons all firin'at your yacht
&. graceful , intelligent , unassuming , arrogant , clever , affectionate , vain , elegant , respectful, well-mannered , shallow tendencies , calculative , relaxed , bold , manipulative .

they say move onbut you know i won't
&.  five foot two & one and hundred four pounds ; reference
↳ soft , long blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back ; normally seen in nice curls ; falls into a middle part
↳ hazel eyes ; either more green or more brown in different lighting ; long and full eyelashes that add a doll-like effect
↳ diamond face shape ; slightly pointed chin and pronounced jawline ; multiple beauty marks ; full lips
↳ petite ; not a lot of muscle
↳ always well-groomed and dressed nicely

and women likehunting witches too
&.  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 8/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ medium ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ weak ]
↳ has really good aim with both guns and knives . quick and sneaky on her feet but once you get ahold of her it's pretty much game over for her unless she can wiggle herself free .
&. attack in bold #b9978b | [member=122]finny[/member] | pm for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

doing all of yourdirtiest work for you
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 0 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one small pistol .
↳ one butterfly knife .
↳ one set of brass knuckles .
↳ almost always carries a lighter on her person .
↳ has a bengal cat named delphine .

it's obvious that wanting me deadhas really brought you two together
&. auguste rousseau x monet rousseau | the second eldest out of five siblings .
↳ gabriel rousseau , 29, in the badlands
↳ amelie rousseau , 21 , in the badlands
↳ manon rousseau , 21, in the badlands
↳ victor rousseau , 19 , in the badlands
&. pansexual & panromantic ; mongamous . | has never been in love until micah , use to be very noncommittal .
↳ killed her ex fiance when he tried to kill her best friend romeo .
&. in a relationship ; married to micah knope .
↳ has twin sons named matthew alexander knope & milo christian knope they are currently six months old .
↳ sister-in-law to theodore knope .
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