jude "i am super chill all the time!!!!" murphy (sueasadsong) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-07-19 20:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !great gatsby, *log, clementine murphy, graham ross, jude murphy, shane alexander |
Great Gatsby: Jude/Clem/Shane/Graham
WHO: Jude Murphy, Clementine Murphy, Graham Ross & Shane Alexander
WHERE: Murphy Estate on Long Island
WHEN: Now
WHAT: "Visitors"?
RATING: TBD, language for sure!
To be wealthy and influential in the Great Gatsby, one had to live in West Egg on Long Island, just an hour leisurely drive outside of New York City, where there was a mansion on every corner and a party every night. The Murphy Estate was in the middle of the rest, and since they were supposedly old money, they were staples of the community. Jude slipped into that role with no trouble, having lived it for himself through most of his life. He drove in to the city to work every day, and he was building a reputation all on his own. The house itself was large and beautiful, with several floors, tastefully decorated, land cultivated in the back with a full garden. There were trees and shrubs, all maintained well by the daily gardener, and a pond with a walkway through and around it with statues and fish living happily within. It was extravagant and elegant, and Jude made only a few alterations, otherwise having little interest in designing it. Clementine had the second floor to herself, as he promised, to do what she wanted with. He brightened up noticeably as soon as she was brought there, eager to pamper her so she would forget about the nasty experience she endured. There were subtle differences to him and his behavior; a carriage that wasn't just confidence, it was the certainty of power. It radiated from him at times, and Jude was only starting to tap into that power. Sometimes he forgot entirely who he was supposed to be; there were many previous lives rattling in his head, and he dreamed about them. He was able to focus now that Clementine was there. He was sitting out on the first floor terrace where a nice table was set up with lunch, not touching any of the food itself. He liked to have it there, so he could throw it away later. He was still learning his position, so baby steps. He was dressed in a dark suit even on a day without work, and strangely, there was a black motorcycle to the back of the terrace. No matter where he was, it seemed to be too. He had a paper in his hands, a cup of coffee nearby, and an alive sister on the premises. Not a terrible time to be him. |