there remains mrs. hubbard. now mrs. hubbard, let me say, played the most important part in the drama. to play the part she played —the perfectly natural, slightly ridiculous american fond mother— an artist was needed. but there was an artist connected with the armstrong family; mrs. armstrong’s mother — linda arden, the actress.
a role play blog for mrs. caroline hubbard from murder on the orient express. movies and novel based.
the smile looks more pained on her lips than anything . there had been too much pain ; the pain of losing loved ones . the pain of knowing a monster had been allowed to roam freely and live his life without being punished for the horrible crimes . the pain of nearly losing another special life.
the image plays itself over and over in her head , still too fresh ; emma doubts it will ever vanish into the world of non existence , so she doesn’t have to remember it . but boy , does she wish it would ? she can still feel her heart pounding against her ribcage , threatening to split it open ; emma had never known fear until she saw a gun pressed against the head of someone she loved . she almost lost her . still , she chooses to hide her true emotions beneath the surface , away from everyone , away from caroline who doesn’t need this right now .
❝ you’re not crazy . ❞ come the whispered words . pale arms slip around the older woman’s thin waist , holding on a little tighter than she usually would ( and no one can blame her for it ) , head resting against caroline’s shoulder . ❝ we are . but are you ? are you free , caroline ? ❞ they both know her words hold a much deeper meaning to them .
she opened her mouth, dead silence falling between the two, blonde women as caroline struggled to find the right answer to emma’s question. was she, truly free? perhaps one day she would be, the memories still too fresh, too present for hubbard to leave the past behind and —- be free. a smile twitched up the corners of her mouth; though small, she wasn’t faking it. not this time, for emma deserved so much better than yet another performance.
❝ i’m hopeful i will be. is that good enough for you? ❞ tracing the sharpness of the woman’s cheekbone, fingertips that touched and felt and soothed, caroline brought an untouched cigarette to her own mouth and placed it between her lips. a silver lighter was pulled out of emma’s pocket, elegantly rolled between her fingers and then set on top of her open palm as she offered it to her.
some things never changed, caroline wanted to feel taken care of. like the refined woman she was. ❝ but let’s not talk about it anymore, how does that sound? we should eat, and drink. ❞
they needed some time out —- she needed some time out. a restaurant cart packed with friends and caroline only had eyes for one of them: the long haired, blonde woman with the bottle of champagne, sitting by a frozen window and waiting for her. waiting and smiling, sweetness in her glance —- if only hubbard could return the gesture. guilt overcame her as the former actress pushed her way through lap dogs and occupied tables, the sound of her heels muffled by the rouge carpet beneath her feet. everyone’s eyes on her, fearing that, in her despair, the woman might try to jump through an open window and into the arms of death.
but she had tried once, and she had failed once — an empty gun the only thing that stood between her and the relief of eternal sleep she had longed for years.
❝ don’t look at me like i’m crazy. ❞ voice a whisper at the same time that emma’s arms slipped around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. caroline on her lap, legs crossing and a pallid hand searching inside her pocket for a cigarette. ❝ poirot is gone, and we are free at last. ❞
💉 This is a selective and private blog, which means I'll be picky with who I interact with. Having too many threads will get on my nerves, it's happened before and I'm not a big fan of dropping good stories.
💉 This blog is highly NSFW.
💉 I don't like being pressured for replies. Give me a week and then feel free to come at me and ask if I have our thread saved in my drafts. Chances are I do.
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un/following
💉 If I hit the follow button, then it means I'm 100% interested in writing with you.
💉 I will not follow you if there are no rules/about page (OC's only) on your blog, our styles don't go well together or I can't see our muses interacting. It's nothing personal, but I do like keeping my dash clean.
💉 Blogs with little to no writing or that have been inactive for more than three weeks will be unfollowed, unless there's a hiatus notice.
shipping
💉 This is a multi-ship blog, the mun will not engage in sexual situations with minors but also doesn't mind fading to black.
💉 I ship my muse with chemistry. However, if you think our characters go well together and would like to try a ship, please let me know and we can discuss it. I'm a shipping piece of trash so chances are I will love it.
interactions
💉 If we're mutuals, feel free to send me memes, like starter calls and reply to open starters. My ask box is always open and you can contact me through IM's if you ever feel like plotting. You also have the right to ask for my Skype username.
💉 I don't mind having multiple threads with the same muse! Specially if it's a ship and helps develop their relationship.
💉 If we're not mutuals, you can still send me memes but you're not allowed to turn them into a thread.
💉 I will not roleplay with anons. It makes me uncomfortable so please, respect that.
exclusives
💉 I love having exclusives, this means I will only interact with your version of the muse you play and vice versa (there may be a few exceptions).
💉 You can find my list of updated exclusives and mains on my navigation link.
triggers
💉 This is Murder on the Orient Express, 18+ content will be present in threads and posts. Keep that in mind before following.
💉 The only two triggers that will be tagged are NSFW and tw: gore. In other words, sex and graphic gore. If there's something you'd like to see tagged, please let me know and I will.
memes
💉 Not all memes will be answered, it depends on the muse and content of said meme. It can also take me a while to reply to them, threads come first.
💉 If you want to turn a meme into a thread, please make a new post for it.
💉 While I do not believe that you have to send me a meme every time you reblog one from me, if you're going to share or like more than three it'd be nice to get one in return. My blog is not a meme source.
personal blogs
💉 As a personal (non-rp blog), you're allowed to:
- Follow me.
- Like threads, ooc posts, reblogs and share promos.
- Ask me questions about my muse and threads. They'll be answered out of character, meaning I won't let Caroline interact with you.
- Talk to me through IM's.
💉 But you're not allowed to:
- Reblog my threads, headcanons and ooc posts.
- Try to roleplay with me. All memes and questions directed to the muse will be ignored.
- Ask me to write fanfics for you, specially if it involves smut.
💉 If you like threads very often and my roleplay partner complains about it, I'm in my right to message you and ask you to stop. If you reblog something you're not supposed to and refuse to stop, I will block you.
about the mun
💉 You can call me either Lovett or Mayte. I'm 24 years old and live in Mexico.
💉 English isn't my first language. I do try my best not to make any mistakes but I'm human, please don't make me feel bad for it.
💉 You can refer to me as she/her.
💉 Writing is my biggest passion and I like getting to know my partners. If you come into my messages and just throw something random at me, you can be sure it won't bother me one bit.
💉 The mun suffers from severe anxiety that can be sometimes triggered by feeling like I have a lot to do and write. If I drop our thread or take forever to reply, please don't hate on me or assume I don't like you.
And I think that's it! Thank you for reading my rules and if you feel like it, send me an "I LOVE YOU, SALLY."
