flower child

amara song. flower truck owner.

[amarasong]

saminadar​:

Samina had a lot to say about Port Whitley, to be perfectly truthful. From growing up in Edensburrow, and working in corporate law in the city, she saw the way people, the rich and powerful in particular, treated eachother, and while she knew it wasn’t narrowed down to this town, it still left a bad taste in her mouth sometimes.  Sometimes she wondered why she stayed.

And then she was reminded, as she walked down the street with her iced oat milk latte in her hand, just why she hadn’t yet left. Persephone’s Garden Flower Truck was something she passed by every now and then, sometimes taking a moment to stop and literally smell the roses, but she hadn’t actually bought from them. She didn’t really have a reason. But today, the owner was asking if she wanted some flowers, and well, her apartment could use a pop of color and some freshness, that was true, and this way, though perhaps unintetional, Samina would be sure to come back, the kindness of strangers, and all of that. 

:”Oh you’re honestly too kind, and they’re beautiful, really,” she begins, looking at the flowers in question.  “Are you really sure?” she wants to say yes, but it feels rude, even when the woman is offering. 

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The woman looks over the other and smiles at her at the hesitation. Part of her hopes its because she isn’t sure if it’s acceptable to take without giving back rather than because she doesn’t want the flowers. There has been nothing worse than handing out free bouquets only to find them in the trash a few blocks over. 

“I’ve got a lot to hand out so it would make my day if you took them and brought them back but I also understand if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure to take it.” The woman said as she pushed some hair from her face. “People take them out of obligation and then throw them away and that’s just... I’d rather not give them out if that’s the case. Not to say that you would do that but It’s truly up to you.”

“If you’d like one or more, it’ll just be a few less to hand out after.”

[amarasong]

esmerayozdemir​:

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“Oh you don’t have to-” Esmeray’s words fell to the women’s ears uselessly as she began to untie the bouquets and rearrange them into different ones that were just as beautiful as the last before her words were even able to leave her lips. She smiled accepting the flowers when they were handed over to her “Thank you.” She smiled lifting the large bouquet to her nose and taking a moment to smell them. Amara always had the most beautiful flowers. She listened when she informed her how to properly care for them, something Esmeray appreciated because she honestly was crap at keeping plants alive. Her thumb was surly not green like Amara’s. She thoughts for a minute when the women informed her that she could always dry them out to continue enjoying them even after they died. “Oh you know what that actually sounds like a great idea… could add them to a painting or two if I took the time to dry and press them.” She thought out loud. “I could bring you one for the truck as a thanks for hooking me up all of the time.” She grins.

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“It’s my pleasure.” The brunette said as she looked at the truck and began to clean up so it would be ready for he next morning when she came and refilled it. She had a storage place where she kept most of her orders and flowers, locking it up and visiting almost every day to replenish her truck at the end of the day. “I’ve done that a lot. Not so much included them in art but I’ve dried them out and hung them around or placed them in a book.” She’d given it to many people who’d done wonderful things with them and she was just happy that they were being used and appreciated long after they were considered as useless to her customers who preferred flowers that were in full bloom. “I would like that but please don’t feel obligated to do so.”

[amarasong]

hotelxcierra​:

“Oh, well then you definitely have to try something new” Cierra said. After all, one of the best parts of drinking with someone else was that it offered the chance to discover drinks you didn’t even know you might like. “I’ll order us each a new glass, then” she added, waiting to catch the bartender’s attention. “Nice to meet you Amara. I’m Cierra.” She gave the other woman a smile.

-

Amara wasn’t someone who tried new things most of the time. Mainly because she didn’t know how to order or whether or not she would like it and wasting wasn’t something she enjoyed. But having someone order for her kind of took the anxiety out of everything. “That sounds good. I’m trusting your judgment and taste on this, Cierra.” She said with a laugh and then placed a hand upon her heart. “The pleasure is all mine.”

[amarasong]

romanacierno​:

      romana loves to walk because in the eyes of those who don’t know her, she’s just a girl on a walk. she can enjoy the breathing avenue, she can enjoy the trees and even the people. the colours and sounds, the bustle of it all evoked an emotion that romana had stopped feeling for some time. hope. the fact that she can still live a semi-liveable life. ‘ would you like one? ’ comes a feminine voice that catches romana from her thoughts. while thinking over the question, light eyes flicker over the truck, then to the woman who’s explaining why she’s giving out flowers for free. hands in her pockets, she’s a bit skeptical. rom has never been handed a single free thing in her life. the nerves are almost automatic. 

      ❝ yeah … yeah, that’s a good idea. i think i will. ❞ she agrees, shifting her weight from foot to foot while running her tongue against the insight of her lip in thought. rom doesn’t make a move to take any flowers right away. after a number of years in prison your social skills tend to dull, and rom has never had great social skills to begin with. with a purposefully slow reach, rom takes a couple of flowers into her hands with a gentle touch, careful to not crush them in her rough hands. she can put them on aydin’s grave. the sight she’s been ignoring for months now. maybe it’s about time she takes a visit to the cemetery. ❝ thank you, by the way. this is a great idea, so. ❞ rom stops there with a quick and thankful nod.

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the brunette doesn’t think twice when she doesn’t go to pick some right away. it’s why she moves and down it for her, pulling the whole stack out and then hand selecting the nicer ones. first come, first serve. she was lucky enough to be here so she would naturally get the nicest flowers. she makes a bouquet and asks for feedback every so often but she has confidence in her skills and after doing this for so long, she knows what sells good and what appeases people. when she hands them over, she smiles wide. as someone who’s worked with the public and been on the streets, it isn’t the first time she’s met different people. but she has never been one to judge. 

“thank you, it’s better than throwing them away and discarding them.” of course she lost money because of it but she adored hat she did so she knew that making someone’s day was priceless and this was one way to do it. “i’m amara, by the way. i tend to have a lot more flowers but they get sold out pretty quickly throughout the days apart from a select few.”

[amarasong]

hotelxcierra​:

Cierra shook her head, politely declining the offer. “Thanks, but I’m not much of a gin and tonic person.” She’d also learned in college that you should never have a drink a stranger offered you unless it was sealed. And while the women didn’t seem like a creep, that was a lesson Cierra couldn’t shake off. “Its good. I mean, most riesling tastes the same, no matter how much they charge for it.” She gave the other woman a smile. “I’ll buy you one if you want to try it.”

~

“I wasn’t one either but then I used to go out with a friend who would always order it and it stuck. I didn’t know what else to order.” It wasn’t an interesting story but she wasn’t someone who normally went outside a lot so it kinda stuck. “I’d like that because I’m all for trying new things but the problem is that I never know where or how to start when it comes to those new things.” Amara admitted with a smile. “I’m Amara, by the way.”

[amarasong]

esmerayozdemir​:

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Walking past the flower truck had become a daily habit for Esmeray, something that was funny because she had always thought that spending money on flowers, something that would simply wilt within a few days, was a waste of money. However she also couldn’t deny that the smell and colors of flowers were absolutely delightful. Esmeray smiled when Amara offered her the bundle of flowers, obviously not paying close enough attention to realize who she was. “I just had to throw out the last centerpieces for the diner so I might scoop up a few if you’re just tossing them out.” She shrugged. “Only if you promise to stop by for dinner or something that is.” She smiled. Esmeray hated getting things for free so she was the type of person who would wind up cutting a deal or offering something in return for a service, especially if they were a local small business. 

~

Amara liked to see the bouquets that she prepared with care go to homes even if they weren’t sold. Despite the loss in revenue, the flowers and the creation or thought that went behind them were just as important and seeing them brighten up a room made her happy. It was a creative outlet that had surprised her and healed her in ways she hadn’t thought about. “Here, give me five minutes and I can put a few together and make a bigger one for you to bring home.” She plucked a few flower arrangements and began to untie bouquets, placing them together and then retying them up. “Here you go. There’s a few packets in there that you toss in your vase full of water and they should last you for a few days.” They were on their last few days but they still looked beautiful as of right now. “You can always dry them out. I tend to do that rather than throw them away,”

[amarasong]

open starter for anyone. 

location: beside the flower truck.

@pwstarters​

“Would you like one?” Amara asked towards a nearby individual who was walking by while she was closing up her truck. “It’s not some type of trick where I tell you that they’re actually twenty dollars. They’re from yesterday and they haven’t sold so they’re not going to last that much longer. I’d rather they die on someone’s kitchen counter, brightening up their home, than my truck.” It was something she’d done from time to time when she had too many batches of dried flowers at home. 

“They’re free. You can grab a few if you’d like. It’s nice to give to a neighbour, family member or significant other.”

[amarasong]

hotelxcierra​:

Who: @pwstarters​ / Open! Where: Social Oak When: A Saturday Night

If there was one place in town Cierra knew she absolutely had to check out, it was the wine bar. After all, she wasn’t much of a beer girl, so wine and cocktails were her go-to options when she wanted to drink. Of course the bar was busy tonight, and as she was standing around waiting for a refill on her glass of riesling, she made eye contact with someone nearby who also seemed to be waiting. Giving them a smile, she said “I’m starting to wonder if I should have just ordered a whole bottle for myself.” It wasn’t like she couldn’t finish a whole bottle by herself if she really wanted to. “What are you drinking?” she asked, figuring it couldn’t hurt to make conversation while they waited.

~

Amara had looked over at her glass and then back at the patron to her left. “I was just thinking about switching to what you were having.” It seemed like a good place to end the night but she was quite enjoying what she was having outside of the drink. “I believe it’s a gin and tonic. I don’t normally take this but the bartender wanted to surprise me and it’s good.” She went to push it towards the woman but figured that a stranger drinking in her cup may be weird to others. “I mean, you can have a taste if you’d like. I guess that might be a bit weird but it’s up to you.” She shrugged her shoulders. “How’s yours?”

[amarasong]

INTRODUCING AMARA SONG: 

(AMARA SONG) who looks an awful lot like (DAVIKA HOORNE) has just been seen around Port Whitley!  Apparently (SHE) is a (30) year old (CIS FEMALE) born on (DECEMBER 2nd) and has been in the city for (25 YEARS) living in (DOWNTOWN) and is a (OWNER OF PERSEPHONE'S GARDEN FLOWER TRUCK). If there is a quote to describe them it would be “HAPPINESS IS THE ONLY THING WE CAN GIVE WITHOUT HAVING"- But we have yet to make up our mind if that is accurate.

ABOUT — tw: adoption

Amara song was born in bangkok to a mother who had been duped by a man she thought would give her a better life for her and their future child. He was an american business man who travelled for work and they’d had a very short but intense affair during his travels there. 

despite their constant communications, the second he heard that the woman he’d promised to marry was pregnant, he cut off all ties and after some research, Amara’s mother found out that he was married and had no intention of keeping his word. 

Without much in terms of financial support to keep herself afloat, much less a child, she gave Amara up. Amara was in an orphanage for three years before an american family came to adopt her and bring her back to their home. 

Despite speaking no english, it didn’t take long for her to pick it up and grow with little knowledge about her past and her heritage. Apart from a small picture of her mother, she doesn’t have any memory of her life before being adopted. 

For a long time, she grew up rebelling against the life she had because she didn’t feel like she fit into the white neighbourhood she’d grown up in. When she turned eighteen, she took a break from college and decided to travel to bangkok in order to find out a little bit about herself and that month long visited was extended until six months. 

Upon her return, she decided that continuing school wasn’t for her and decided that she would buy a flower truck that was for sale in their home town. What was meant to be a short term solution for money ended up being something she loved to do. 

Now you can find her along town, parked and selling her hand picked bouquets. 

PERSONALITY — 

She is extremely confident in who she is and exceptionally charming. She hadn’t ever met a stranger and it is one of the reasons that her flower truck has been doing so well. 

Her arms are covered with tattoos but she is often sporting long sleeves whenever she’s at work. 

She is often the life of the party but can also be quiet and observant when she needs to be. 

WANTED CONNECTION — 

Childhood friends

tattoo artist

Clients 

Neighbours

Exes

Flings / one night stands

Travelling buddy

People she doesn’t get along with