are we out of the woods yet

Every morning the two childhood best friends would go out just before the sun would rise. The blonde didn't quite know how this had become apart of their routine, because if you told Jules when she was a young kid that running would be part of her daily routine there would be complaints for days upon days. The only parts that she actually remembered about them starting this whole thing, had been it was a good way to get away from her nagging mother and her overbearing sister.

People looking in through the window around dinner time would see the typical family sitting down for dinner. The nice mahogany table, that was the main talk point for her mother's dinner parties with her colleagues/employees, is where the four Emsworths' would sit for their dinner that would consist of a protein, vegetables, and sometimes a starch. On the walls if you looked hard enough you'd see the art hung up which was only hand picked by some of the best art curators in the world. No one really talked about the wealth that Alexandria Huxley-Emsworth had or just how important of a role she played in the community, but when you looked at her home you could tell it was her pride and joy.

If you have ever heard the saying 'Looks can be deceiving,' and enjoyed a classic twist, you were in for a real treat. The Emsworth family was nothing but a theatrical production put on for the world, but much to Jules' rebellious attitude she didn't take part in the role she was supposed to play in this production, she went against the grain of everything she was sought out to be, some say it was due to the fact she was the youngest child and they were way too lenient on her, and others say she just wants the negative attention from her parents.

Just as they got a little bit away from the aqueduct and she listened to what Nat had to say she began to reply when she had the extra breaths to do so. "You don't want my house." She started saying, sure in some ways her family was probably more normal to Nat, but to Jules' she hated it, it felt so forged at times. "Unless you like having a boring show with your meal." Juliet had a little roll of her eyes at her comment and once she regain her pace she spoke again, "Just say you're going to Charlie's for Thanksgiving?" A smirk had placed on her lips as she glanced over to Natalia for a few moments, "Or would that be unheard of before marriage?" Jules typical loved to poke fun.

Hearing about the unfortunate events of Natalia's Thanksgiving plans, there wasn't much else that Jules could think to offer her friend. She just listened to her and thought in her own head about what other ideas, until Nat had come up with one on her own. Instantly the blonde's head had shook in disagreement with it. "Nat, you can't possibly think that would work. What would even make your parents that mad that they'd forget about Charlie?" Juliet knew what usually got a parents' attention, but she wasn't always too sure with Nat's parents or to what level Natalia would want to go.

"There are a few options," The legacy mused before she went into the various options, "You could vandalize part of New Rome. Create some nice graffiti... That's always a fun one." As much as Juliet thought it would be fun, she knew you'd get in big crap for it, because not only were you vandalizing property, you were disrespecting New Rome on a whole for it. It was something that was not expected from any legionnaire let alone someone in cohort 1. "Or you could come home ridiculously drunk from a party in an outfit your parents would absolutely disapprove of. You know the typical teenage rebellious phase."

While they continued to run, something caught the corner of her eye off in the distance. Jules stopped in her tracks and grabbed Nat by the arm to try and stop her too. She was confused for a moment because she wasn't sure if she were just seeing things or if she was actually staring at what she thought she was. The blonde peeled her eyes away from the figure briefly to look over to her best friend, "Do you see what I see?" She asked quietly pointing over to the figure standing in the forest.