Post by judesamuels on Dec 19, 2009 15:38:08 GMT -6
YOUR AGE[/font] eighteen.
TIME ZONE[/font] EST.
CONTACT[/font] via messaging.
PASSWORD~[/font] city and color.
PLAY-BY[/font] rachel bilson.
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NICKNAMES[/font] juju, judy.
AGE[/font] nineteen.
GRADE[/font] freshman.
BIRTHDAY[/font] october 1.
MEMBER GROUP[/font] university.
PERSONALITY[/font] artistic, shy with strangers, outgoing with friends, takes a while to warm up to people, personable, sarcastic, honest, worry wart, friendly, generous, funny, confrontational, virgin, antsy, passionate, modest, care taker, reliable, outcast at times, rarely social, loyal, loving, money saver, book worm, believer, fashion designer, leader, smartass, life revolves around friends, member of PETA, politically correct, granola, fashion forward.
OTHER[/font] nope.
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Jude's parents conceived her just the way they panned to. It wasn’t complicated for them, they were ready for a baby and their finances allowed for one. They decided, 'let's have a baby' and then there she was nine months later. Joshua and Tracey, Jude’s parents, were high school sweethearts, and they knew the moment they met they'd be together forever. They were in the same classes almost all the time and each one of them decided for marriage just two years after they graduated from UVA. It was early and Joshua’s parents repetitively told him that he was going to waste his life away on a “stupid girl”. Sure, they were young but they knew their love for one another wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon so why not make it official once they had the financial stability. Tracey never heard about this argument and to this day she is still skeptical as to why Joshua’s parents didn’t attend their wedding and didn’t send a celebratory gift.
The wedding was beautiful, although it was simple and small. It was just as Tracey had planned it in her mind since she was in elementary school. She would wear a long ivory dress and her bridesmaids would be in maroon. The ceremony took place outside on a dock, above beautiful crashing waves of the Atlantic. Joshua and Tracey said their vows as a few of the small crowd wiped tears from their eyes. The crowd was very intimate, only close friends and family. Tracey was 4 months pregnant at the time, and still has the pictures to prove it. Her tight dress hugged every curve of her growing stomach. Little did they know, a petite brunette bombshell would change their life as they knew it.
The two were living in an apartment and eventually raised enough money to afford a nice cozy house in Charlottesville, Virginia. They stayed close to the university as Joshua was first a teacher’s assistant and eventually professor at UVA. He majored in English and minored in History, and ended up teaching The Supreme Court American History course at UVA. While Josh worked at the university, Tracey worked as an interior designer in the Charlottesville area. They made enough money to afford the necessities, but were mostly saving up to complete the designing of their baby girl’s room. They had yet to pick out a name; all they knew was that they wanted it to start with a ‘J’. Jackie, Jacquelyn, Jude…They were all in the running.
They didn’t have much time to prepare to bring a baby into the world. Between work and designing the nursery, it seemed they had almost no down time. It happened like all babies happened, and there was Jude Ingrid Samuels in their hands. She came out like a usual baby but with a head full of hair. Joshua decided on Jude the moment he saw his baby’s face. “She’s a Jude,” He told Tracey. They cared for the baby and loved the thing to death. She was one of those lucky children that had two loving and protective parents. Her mother taught her everything, she was her life. It didn’t take Jude very long to catch on to things that usually took babies years to master. She was walking and talking within a year, and her parents spoiled her for every accomplishment.
As Jude grew up, her parents continued to be protective. Through kindergarten until third grade they were always the parents that had a hard time leaving their child alone on the first day of school. Although they knew Jude would be fine, they hated leaving their child in someone else’s hands. School was where Jude really thrived. Although having troubles getting along with others in her first few years, Jude broke educational barriers her teachers set and explored the world inside and outside of the classroom. She always felt a little out of place among her peers. She felt as if she was the only one with an itch to explore everything. Not that it was impossible for Jude to make friends, but she typically befriended others in the classroom that shared her curiosity and passion. In fourth grade, Jude was introduced into a Gifted & Talented program at her elementary school. Finally Jude no longer felt uncomfortable among peers. Everyone in her classes suddenly wanted to know everything, just as she did. This was where she met Tucker James. Tucker James was Jude’s dream boy. Sure, they were only in 5th grade but he was p-e-r-f-e-c-t. He wore glasses but they looked cute, not geeky. His brown shaggy hair brushed the top of his emerald green eyes and his tan skin was nearly flawless. But he’d never pay attention to a girl as simple as Jude. He was always with Courtney Meadows, the prettiest and smartest girl in the grade.
When Courtney moved to Georgia in 7th grade, Jude thought nothing of it. That was until she started getting random notes in her locker about how cute her smile was, or how well thought out her questions in class were. She looked forward to these notes as they were the only things that got her through the day sometimes. It didn’t really matter who was writing them, she just enjoyed running to her locker between classes to see if there was a new one. One day, she was approached by Tucker himself as he self-delivered one of the motivational messages. Jude couldn’t help her sweating hands, her pounding heart, her stuttering sentences. After that moment, Jude built up the courage to talk to Tucker in class, sit with him at lunch, and they even started seeing movies together on the weekends. Jude and Tucker dated through their sophomore year in high school. They spent holidays together, and Tucker was always at Jude’s house when she was sick or struggling with school work. The school work had evolved into a dark monster Jude tried to avoid. She was no longer interested in exploring her mind or the text books. She was suddenly interested in fashion. Something that blew her parents minds when she told them. Jude would stay up until the wee hours of the morning working in her sketch book or hovering over her sewing machine she had recovered from the cellar.
Jude’s life was seemingly perfect. She couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend, and her parents were hesitant, but supported her passion for fashion. Her grades weren’t stellar, but they weren’t anything to cry over either. Her teachers liked her, and said she was an asset to the classroom. She had a large group of friends, and she spent her free time trying to convince her parents to buy her a dog. Jude was sure she was living the life…until her parents sat her down at dinner and shared that Tracey had found a job she couldn’t turn down. That was great! Right? “Except it’s in Seattle…” Joshua told Jude as he watched her jaw drop to the floor. Her life had just come caving in. It was hard for Jude to grasp the idea of leaving the house and the town where she had grown up. She didn’t want to leave, but that didn’t stop her from researching schools in Seattle. She found the Seattle Upper School for the Creative Arts, or SUSCA. It took days of convincing, but her parents agreed to let her apply for their fashion design track.
Jude had to say good-bye to everything she knew, everything she was familiar with. Her boyfriend, her friends, her house. The only thing that would stay constant was her parents. The price of living in Seattle was dramatically more than that of Charlottesville, so they would be moving into a town house. This meant downsizing for Jude. She had to pack up cardboard boxes and throw out everything that wouldn’t fit in her new room. The floor space was limited, she had to get rid of one of her dressers just to make sure all of her mannequins would fit. Saying goodbye to Tucker was one of the hardest things Jude ever had to do. She wrapped her arms around him and never wanted to let go. Their lips met one last time, and they agreed to stay in touch. Jude cried for hours, and not even her mother, her best friend, could comfort her. As Jude tearfully packed her last box, the mail was delivered one last time to her Charlottesville house. Among the letters dropped on her front stoop was her acceptance letter to SUSCA. It was hard for Jude to be excited for this new, strange school but she knew it would help her in the long run.
When Jude arrived in Seattle, it was cold and rainy. Her dad was now looking for a job in a town of many educated, yet unemployed people. Her mom had made in big in the interior design business, and as Jude dropped her bags in the front foyer of their town house, she was dumbfounded. It was gorgeous. There was a fantastic chandelier lighting the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. All of the rooms were painted in rich shades of ever color of the rainbow and Jude’s room was a deep maroon, just as she had requested. Jude loved it. The furniture had already been delivered and set up to her liking. She could definitely get used to this kind of lifestyle.
The rain and clouds rarely subsided but Jude eagerly picked out her outfit for the first day of school, and walked the halls with confidence. She instantly fell in love with her design courses and let her core courses fall to the wayside. That’s how they wanted the students to do it at SUSCA. They needed to focus on their track in order to ultimately be successful. Jude felt like she fit in for once, and instantly became friends with everyone else on her track. She didn’t feel like the new girl, she felt as if she had known these teens since childhood. She wasn’t looking for love, but it kind of landed on her doorstep in the form of fashion. Boys weren’t something was interested in at the time. She sketched and sewed fashions all day and sold nearly $1000 worth of designs in her senior fashion show. Jude graduated with honors in her track, and is now attending a college while living at home. She is on scholarship, although her parents offered to send her out-of-state and told her not to worry about the costs. She applied to the London Institute of Fashion, and got accepted, but hid the acceptance from her parents. She’d much rather stay here in Seattle, where she has really thrived. Jude has fallen in love with the town of Seattle as well as the people she shares the town with.
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jude swung her head to the beat of the music flowing through her apartment. her ipod was on shuffle and the current melody filling the room was katy perry's 'waking up in vegas'. jude grabbed a serving spoon from the silverware drawer and belted the chorus of the song as if she were singing on stage."shut up and put your money where your mouth is, that's what you get for waking up in vegas," the words floated out of jude's lips, surprisingly not off pitch. she took a few steps back from the kitchen table and stumbled over a few cardboard boxes left in the middle of her lounge area. she grabbed the speaker cord trying to hinder her fall, causing the music to instantly cut off and she slid backwards, throwing the spoon into the hair and landing flat on her butt. "shit!," she yelped, laying face up on the hardwood floor. jude took a moment, staring at the ceiling, and somewhat considering staying there for the rest of the night. pain shot from her toes to her fingers and jude actually wondered for a second if she'd gotten a concussion. don't be ridiculous she told herself as she slowly sat up, rubbing the back of her head. she didn't feel a bump, which was good. her eyes ventured towards the unplugged speakers. it had taken her all afternoon to set up the speakers in her apartment to achieve complete surround sound. great, she thought as she stood up and dusted off her thighs. it was actually a bit humorous, the whole situation. jude at this moment had really wished she would've gotten the fall on video, it must have looked pretty hilarious from someone else's point of view.
those damn cardboard boxes. they were the death of her. she hadn't quite finished unpacking her things yet and it was quite obvious when you first walked into her apartment. the rooms were bare and simply furnished. the furniture in her lounge space consisted of a couch, coffee table, and wall-mounted television. her kitchen, a kitchen table, refrigerator, stove, the necessities. her bedroom consisted of, well, a bed. and cardboard boxes for bedside stands. boxes lined most of her newly painted walls, some piled to the ceiling. as jude looked around her apartment, she realized how cluttered the place really looked. the grey walls had potential to look so crisp with the white moldings and hardwood floors. it was a shame jude was too lazy, and too weak, to deal with all of these boxes in an appropriate amount of time. organizing and unpacking were two thinks she was miserable at, and she knew it.
the kitchen buzzer interrupted jude's thoughts and she ran into the kitchen, carefully avoiding stray boxes, and turned off the timer. she was expecting lincoln any minute now for dinner. she was making her favorite dish, kraft's macaroni and cheese. she hoped lincoln wasn't expecting some gorgeous meal but then again if he knew anything about jude he'd know not to expect anything fancy from her. she drained the noodles over the sink using her new strainer (so exciting!) and poured the cheesy powder, butter, and milk into the pan. she let the macaroni drain in the sink for a moment as she tried to remember how she'd organized the kitchen. bowls..where had she put the bowls? maybe above the sink? she opened the cabinet only to find cups. good thinking, jude, she smirked and opened the next cabinet. bowls. she took out two and placed them on the kitchen table across from each other and put a fork and a spoon next to each one. she, personally, preferred to eat her mac n' cheese with a spoon but she knew some people preferred forks.
jude poured the strained macaroni noodles into the pan with all the other ingredients and quickly mixed them. she quickly realized though that her apartment lost a little bit of it's spunk without the music notes floating around. that's what she would do while she waited for lincoln. she put the cover on the pot and walked over to the speaker standing about her height, sitting on five cardboard boxes. she studied the back of the speaker. the red plug was in the red hole, the yellow was in the yellow, but the black..."uh oh," the black plug was missing. she stuck her hand behind a box labeled "useless shit" and scrambled to feel for the missing plug. nothing. she sat cross legged on the floor beside the boxes and slowly slid them out to see if she could see behind the boxes. "note to self: invest in more lighting fixtures," she sighed deeply then plunged one last time behind the boxes, in search of the missing black plug.
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