WING, juke sabrina

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WING, julia s a b r i n a

maryse oulette -- julia sabrina wing

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: juke
age: 16
roleplaying experience: only about a year. imma baby. >-<
roleplaying sample:

"Look at me. Look at me," I repeated urgently, stopping my frantic packing routine to grab him by his shoulders. Luke was biting his lower lip and avoiding my eyes, but he brought his head up to meet my gaze. "I'm not doing this to hurt you, you know I'd never do that. But there are very dangerous people out to get Chris and I, and we need to go into hiding. I can't tell you where I'm going or when I'll be back. You need to stay safe and pretend you don't know me."
"I can't do that!" he exclaimed, ducking to avoid a bag that Chris had thrown across the room for me to catch.
"You have to, or you'll die," Chris grunted, throwing me another bag.
Sammy was listening to the same lecture that Chris had given her the night before, but the prospect of both her best friend and her fiance leaving her brought tears to her eyes. I handed Luke they keys to my Porsche, as Chris had done with Sam and his Mercedes already.
"Same rules go for you as for her," I explained, gesturing to Sam. "Bring the car back to my mother's, get picked up and leave. Don't talk to anyone. Don't mention my name. You two have to go about your business as if you never knew us. If our parents can do it, so can you."
"Your houses might be bugged, so don't say anything about us even on the phone, or in an email. You have to cut all ties from us," Chris added, looking around the room to make sure we had everything.
Luke stood up and pulled me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head. He refused to cry, as he always did, but instead grit his teeth with mighty restraint. It was hard for everyone. This wasn't another one of those "run off, complete a mission and come back" things. This was serious. Rafe Domingo was a lethal man and none had ever survived his targeting. Hopefully we'd be the first, but hope wasn't a luxury we were allowed at this point in time. As the clock struck 6am, Chris and I said our final goodbyes and left the hotel room, heading in the opposite direction that Sammy and Luke had gone, taking the back exit to the black, unmarked, bulletproof van that would drive us to the jet. From the jet we would be flown to Milano, Italy, then to a safe house in London. As far as disappearing was concerned, London was a fantastic choice. We didn't need to speak a different language, our wardrobe would be supplied as well as ample Pounds wired to several different Swiss banks. Then the chase was on. As we got into the van, Chris and I discussed our situation silently. The CIA was trying to reassure us that we would be perfectly safe, but everyone knew the story was not so simple. Either the Wing twins or Rafe Domingo would die, and that was that. We would either come home free or in body bags.
It took about 45 minutes to get from Naples to Fort Myers, the van driving as quickly as possible while trying to remain inconspicuous. To anyone with a trained eye, this van clearly held precious cargo. .

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: julia "juke" sabrina wing
nickname: Juke
age: 23
band, position: Sue the Lawyer, Lead guitar
sexual orientation: hetero
hometown: deland, florida

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here: um, well, it's kind of strange really, how i got here. ever since i was little, everyone had always told me that i was beautiful. i have long blonde hair and dark brown eyes, and as i grew i matured into "quite the young lady" as people kept repeating to me. boys would chase me around the playground and my mom, who was a single mother, would dress me up in these little outfits and parade me about at "Little Miss" pageants because she wanted the attention and the money. I was more of a trophy than her little girl, but i was all she had really. so i just kind of dealt with it.

when i was six she wanted to give me piano lessons, but i said no. then she tried violin, and i said no again. finally we settled on the guitar, and i took two lessons a week every week. she forced me to practice, and i ended up resenting the instrument for a good long time. i really dove into modeling and pageants, because i thought that it was going to be my destiny. that is, until i was 16 and my mom didn't come home from work one day. i found a note on the kitchen counter saying that she'd gone to live with her boyfriend in georgia, and that i was old enough to take care of myself. i was crushed, and turned to my guitar- the one thing i hated at that point in time- to express my emotions. when pageants turned ugly and people started wanting to use me for my body, i resented them instead. it was only when i met up with sue the lawyer that things finally seemed to fall into place. i now had something to do that didn't revolve around my sex appeal, and things have finally all come together for me.

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes:
guitar, music, animals, ice cream, the outdoors, friends, dancing, parties, honesty, humor.
dislikes:
judgmental people, rudeness, perverts, thunder, airplanes, neglect, mean people.