bernadette-mckenna:

juliette-kennedy:

how did you die?

*sighs* I killed myself. It’s a decision I regret, but, I can’t undo it.

*nods* Pills. And cuts.

adelaide-jenkins:

juliette-kennedy:

 

Plan on dying in here?

Not really. But it will happen anyway. 

Who wants your pretty head on a stick?

adelaide-jenkins:

juliette-kennedy:

 

Juliette. Call me Juliette. Dead or alive?

Gotcha. Alive, for now. 

Plan on dying in here?

bernadette-mckenna:

juliette-kennedy:

Surprise me, yeah?

Can do, dear.

how did you die?

adelaide-jenkins:

juliette-kennedy:

I’m not an alcoholic. I used to, though. Who are you?

Adelaide. You can call me Ady. Who are you?

Juliette. Call me Juliette. Dead or alive?

eleanor-darby:

juliette-kennedy:

Basement. Want an accomplice?

I would love one.

Wanna see something cool?

adelaide-jenkins:

juliette-kennedy:

*offers her some vodka*

*shrugs and takes a swig* Do you get drunk often?

I’m not an alcoholic. I used to, though. Who are you?

eleanor-darby:

juliette-kennedy:

Too early to see if it really is. Boiler room.

Boiler room, got it. Which floor is it on?

Basement. Want an accomplice?

bernadette-mckenna:

juliette-kennedy:

Nah, foods not needed right now. Water, though.

Iced or room temperature?

Surprise me, yeah?