SHE PUTS HER MAKEUP ON LIKE GRAFFITI ON THE WALLS OF THE HEARTLAND SHE'S GOT HER LITTLE BOOK OF CONSPIRACIES RIGHT IN HER HAND SHE IS A PARANOID ENDANGERED SPECIES HEADED INTO EXTINCTION SHE IS ONE OF A KIND SHE'S THE LAST OF THE AMERICAN GIRLS
NAME: Juliet "Jules" Louden JOURNAL:bleachedblonde PLAYED BY: Anna Hutchison FANDOM: The Cabin in the Woods CANON POINT: Post-death
CAN THIS CHARACTER BE CANON PUNCTURED? No
WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH THIS CHARACTER IN GAME? I intend to explore Jules' in game relationships with the other Cabin in the Woods characters, as well as branching out to see how she interacts with characters from other fandoms. She will be dealing with all the stresses of being a pre-med college student, whilst also coming to terms with the horror she experiences in her dreams. She will come to sympathise with others that experience terrifying dreams and will be there for her friends as they experience their own nightmares. As time goes on, she will grow curious as to how their group dreams end, since her friends will seem to know more than her. She will also have to take a good look at herself and her own behviour in relation to her role within her dreams.
IN GAME HISTORY: Jules is an only child and, growing up, was always a complete daddy's girl. Her parents were always reasonably well off - her father is a surgeon and her mother's a French teacher in a local high school - and, as a result, Jules was able to live out her childhood in a well-kept, comfortable home in a nice, respectable area. Due to his job, her father worked a lot so Jules treasured whatever time she could spend with him. Each week, they would put aside a few hours to spend just together - father and daughter - to make up for the evenings when Jules had to go to bed without her dad there to tuck her in and scare away the monsters from under her bed before the light went out.
As the only child in her family, Jules had learned early on that no one was going to help her make friends and that, if she wanted someone to play with, she'd have to go out and find them. That was how she first became friends with Marty Mikalski - she'd been given a toy stethoscope for her birthday and, needing someone to be her patient, she'd informed the little boy from across the street that he needed to "pretend to be dying now, please". From that day on, Marty has been one of her best friends. Even when they started school and it became clear that Jules' charisma and confidence placed her firmly in with the "popular crowd", she absolutely would not give up on her friendship with Marty. They did almost everything together and Jules refused to have it any other way. Their personalities complimented each other, as different as they were, and they pushed each other to be the best that they could be. Marty had to study harder than Jules to achieve what he wanted to, but his dedication to getting good grades made Jules forsake a few of the parties she might otherwise have wasted time at in order to stay home and help him, bettering her own chances at the same time. They supported each other all through the different stages of school and, eventually, made the easy decision to go to the same college.
Jules had known since she was a very little girl that she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps and go into the medical profession. She was attracted by the idea of being able to help people and she'd always had a natural talent for science and biology. As soon as she started her pre-med course, majoring in Biochemistry and Molecular Biology, she knew that she was definitely doing the right thing. It was as though college was her natural habitat. She made friends with the people in her dorm and in her classes and seemed to have a constant stream of party invitations. The experience was made all the better for the fact that Marty was there with her. They'd been placed in the same dorm and, although they didn't have any classes together, they managed to spend a lot of their spare time together.
Everything was pretty much perfect until, after way too much to drink at a house party, Jules gave in and hooked up with Marty in an empty room. Of course, she'd always known he had a bit of a thing for her, but she'd been determined that it wasn't going to get in the way of their friendship. They'd been friends way before either of them had been old enough to know about lust or attraction, after all. Still, after that drunken night, neither of them could deny that things felt awkward for a while. Eventually, Jules dragged Marty out for a coffee, determined to talk things over with him. She'd never been shy about speaking her mind and she thought that, if they just got everything out in the open, hopefully the awkwardness would go away and they could just go back to being best friends. Over the course of their conversation, they figured out that they both valued their friendship way too much to risk losing it and agreed that it was best to just forget about their drunken hook up. Jules sensed that Marty had perhaps wished there could have been more but, in the end, she thought they probably both knew that it could never really work. They just knew each other too well; Marty was the closest thing to a brother that Jules had ever had.
It wasn't long after that that Jules met Curt Vaughan. She'd been hurrying to class one day, tripped over an uneven section of sidewalk and been sent sprawling. As she'd been gathering up the books she'd dropped, someone had stopped to help her. Immediately, she thought that he was perfection incarnate. He was tall, strong, handsome and charismatic. Unfortunately, she'd been in a rush and hadn't been able to stop and talk. She'd thanked the stranger before hurrying off, stealing glimpses at him over her shoulder until he was out of sight. Luckily, though, a few of the girls on Jules' course had been able to tell her who her handsome stranger was and she was able to engineer another, less rushed meeting. Within the month, they were inseparable and completely loved up. At first, Jules was a bit worried about how Marty would take her new relationship with Curt - she'd never had a serious boyfriend before and she wasn't sure how Marty would feel, especially considering their drunken hook-up - but Marty seemed happy to make an effort and it wasn't long before he and Curt were chatting like old friends.
Through Curt, Jules became acquainted with Holden McCrea. He was Curt's best friend and, from what she could tell, a good guy. He was a little serious, but Jules kind of liked that. He was completely different to the rest of her group of friends and, somehow, that meant that he fit in well. They all had their own interests and strengths and, as a result, they all complimented each other. Still, they didn't really all start hanging out together until Dana Polk became part of the group.
Jules met Dana at the beginning of her sophomore year. Dana was looking lost on campus and, since Jules had a couple of free hours before her next class, she offered to show her around. Once they got talking, it turned out that they had friends and interests in common and Jules invited Dana around to her room that evening for take-out pizza and a few beers. After that first evening, they were the best of friends and, when it turned out that Dana had made friends with Marty too, completely independently of her, it just made sense that they should all hang out together. Of course, Curt went wherever Jules was, which she totally adored, and Dana was friends with Holden from home, cementing the group together. They've been a close group for over two years now and Jules couldn't even imagine her life without her four best friends, one of which also happens to be her incredibly sexy boyfriend, who she's still completely infatuated with after almost two and a half years.
Jules peered at her reflection in the mirror, leaning forward a little with a squint wrinkling the corners of her eyes as she poked at her hair with one gloved finger. It looked lighter, although the pale bluey purple color of the hair bleach product was covering up the exact color. Jules was just praying that all her hair didn't drop out.
Who took fashion advice from dreams anyway?! Okay, so Dana had said she looked good as a blonde and she had been thinking about changing her style for a while now but this... this was extreme. What if Curt didn't like it? She'd wanted it to be a surprise for him but if it turned out terrible it wasn't going to be a good surprise. She wasn't sure he'd like having a girlfriend with green hair, or no hair at all. Of course, he wasn't superficial enough to make her feel bad about it but, if it went that drastically wrong, she'd be feeling bad enough as it was. She'd just have to send Marty out to find a paper bag for her to wear over her head until it grew back.
Jules jumped as her phone gave a stream of shrill beeps, marking that it was time for her to wash the bleach out of her hair. "Okay, here goes," she murmured, taking a deep breath and leaning forward over the sink. She'd attached a showerhead to the taps so she could wash the dye out without having to physically get into the shower. Still, as she got to rinsing her hair with the warm water, she started to think that a full shower might have been preferable. She wasn't in a very comfortable position at all and she had to wrinkle her eyes tight shut to stop the product from trickling into them.
Eventually, though, she thought she'd got all of the bleach out and, after conditioning her hair as instructed on the packet, she turned the faucets off and squeezed the excess water out of her long, thick hair. "Moment of truth," she huffed under her breath, pausing for a long moment before lifting her head and peering into the mirror once more.
There was a moment of silence before Jules gave a high-pitched, excited squeal. She was blonde! Really blonde! The dye had worked perfectly, just like it had said on the packet, with the natural tones it had promised and everything. It was darker than it would end up being, obviously, since her hair was still wet, but it was very definitely blonde! And Dana had been right; she did look good!
Almost bouncing, still squeaking excitedly, Jules quite scrambled back out of the bathroom and along the corridor to her bedroom, wanting to blow-dry her hair straight away and see the finished result. Screw the mess in the bathroom - she'd tidy up later.