Once Fiona’s spoke affirmatively, Helena could not help her exaggerated reaction of putting her hands over her heart and closing her eyes, exhaling in almost relief. What could she say? She was a woman who took her collections far to seriously and was not against scavenging the internet for what she wanted, even thought she much rather buy her antiques from Fiona’s hands. “I love you,” the brunette said seriously and yet with a playful tone in her voice. It was almost strange to see Helena in a good mood as she usually walked around with a sour face, but this little detail would probably make her specially kind for the remaining hours of the day. She reached for the vinyl and inspected it closely, it was perfect and it would zero her Beatles collection, finally. Naturally these albums were rarely ever played, with Spotify and the fact that just about everything had bluetooth now, her albums were damned to pristine condition. She yelped when she saw it was signed, it only ever raised the value. “Ugh, I feel like I’m in a dream, Fi▬ seriously cannot believe this is here. Really, you get free drinks for a month at the bar, because I could not have gotten this without you. I can’t wait to add it to the shelf, my next order will be the Led Zeppelin one, but I’ll text you the specifics,” she said holding the album to her chest. “How things have been around here, by the way? Any other costumer giving you any grief?”
It genuinely warmed her heart that she could do something so special for a special patron of the store, and with music which meant so much to her too. It wasn’t until she started working at the vinyl countdown that she even considered a vinyl collection and now she was well on her way to having a quarter full bookshelf of them in her apartment. Helena saying she loved Fi made her chuckle. “I love you too!” She smiled and tilted her head to the side, happy to see her so happy. There was something so infectious about it. “I’m so happy I can be a part of your happiness!” To say she was surprised by Helena’s kindness was an understatement. “I’ll make sure to leave a generous gift every time.” Fi was honest, that was too good of a deal to give up, but she’d make sure to take care of Helena for taking care of her. “I absolutely love Led, please do i’ll be on the look out for sure.” Fi nodded and shrugged her shoulders. “You know, some days are better than others, but for the most part it’s been okay. It’s usually a shit shift when I had class all day and studied all night the night before, but only because i’m mentally just shot, but that’s more of me problem than anything else.” She smiled.
“Beatles?!” Shep barked out a laugh. “Fi, come on. I will give it to you, because technically you’re correct, but a little more 40s or 50s would be nice. Dean Martin. Ain’t That A Kick In Head.” Shep started to hum the song. There was something that he loved deeply about the older music. It was romantic and sweet and the big bands gave him inspiration. “I could do jazz, I could do big band, I down to get a little freaky.” Shep flipped through the jazz section absentmindedly. He was in the mood to play record-roulette which was when he bought a record without knowing a thing about it and then brought it home to listen to it. He would just smoke multiple bowls and let the record play. “I’ve mentioned record roulette to you, right? Have you ever actually played it?”
“Yes, Beatles, but that was just the first thing that came to mind, let me think about it for a second.” Pursing her lips, Fiona laughed gently because she knew he wouldn’t like that answer but she looked off to the right and thought of old jazz music. “Coltrane, Miles Davis, Nat Cole King... Specific song, now that i’ve had a minute, Fever by Peggy Lee.” Fiona liked Jazz but it wasn’t her automatic go to, she was more Doors, Pink Floyd... background slow music. Shepley’s energy always made her smile though. One of her favorite store patrons. “I, no, you have not, please teach me how to play.” Fiona took a break from organizing and gave him her full attention before trying to figure it out mentally. She thought she had a good idea, but as she scratched her one of her fully tatted arms gently she waited for him to explain it to her. He had an animated way of making anything seem fun anyway.
Late nights and early mornings, almost an unscripted motto in Helena’s life. She couldn’t remember the last time she had an 8 hour night of sleep. Actually, she couldn’t remember the last time she had more than 4 hours, if she even got to that. She didn’t complain, however, it was the price she paid for surviving an addiction for years, it had messed her up entirely, mind and body. She learned to live with it. Today would mark the fourth week in a row she had been going daily to The Vinyl Countdown, in hopes to get her hand on another rare collectible for her collection, which was the main reason why she was there so early, and hopefully before any other vultures. She had been intent on completing her Beatles collection, owning most of the rare vinyls at this point that were rarely played as it was. People could say a lot about Helena, but not that she didn’t take care of her collectibles. After a timed run and a smoke break, the brunette made her way to the store, fingers and soul crossed that something was there, one thing she was sure, she was not going out empty handed, she never did, when it came to music, she was far too easily persuaded to spend her hard working money. Passing through the front entrance, as any other costumer would, she let her hoodie fall on her shoulders, taking her ponytail from it. Her breath was still ragged, but she took in a deep breath once she was addressed. “Mornin’ Fi,” Helena spoke, in a rare act of good mood, “did the white album arrive yet?” It was her first question, every day, and every day she was told no. Maybe her luck would change that morning.
The only grievance Fiona could ever have about Helena was that she constantly disappointed her with not having the vinyl record she was so determined to get, but the past Tuesday their orders came in and the second Fiona saw the white album she instantly set it aside for Helena with a very stern and she was sure, intimidating, green sticky note that said no touching. Thankfully that demand was respected and it laid gently behind the register waiting patiently for its rightful owner to come along. “Mornin, Helena.” She smiled and came up to her with a smile, excitement crowding her hazel green eyes as she was excited that she was finally going to see approval instead of disappointment in her customer’s eyes when she said yes. “We actually do and I set it aside just for you.” Fiona smiled brightly now as she took the stack of vinyl records she was organizing with her so she wouldn’t lose her place and set it aside while she grabbed the long awaited vinyl for Helena. “Voila.” She chuckled and took off her colorful yet, of course, intimidating, sticky note. “I’m so happy it finally arrived for you.” Fiona was genuinely happy, always to see music bring passions out of someone like it did her.
Luca was still working on his collection and quite honestly, he wasn’t even sure where he needed to start or what made for the best deals. Most of the stuff he had was given to him by his parents, vinyls he’d listened to growing up and ones that they’d enjoyed too. “That sounds like a good deal,” he nodded, happy to be leaving with more than he’d intended. Anything to help him relax in the comfort of his apartment. “I’m a big fan of Queen too,” he assured, wondering what albums they had that he didn’t. “There’s something about their music and Freddie’s voice that can’t be matched. The same can be said about Stevie Nicks,” he continued, fingers brushing against the tops of the vinyls in a row as he watched her search for his request. “If you have any recommendations or personal favorites, I’d be willing to check them out if I don’t already have them.”
“Oh, I love Freddie Mercury, I absolutely agree!” Fiona smiled, animated and excited about the conversation, music excited her. “I know we have Night at The Opera, Greatest Hits, and Hot Space! As for Stevie, also a wonderful artist, we have as mentioned, Rumours, Mirage and I believe we put in an order for Greatest Hits so it should be coming in our packages Tuesday, if you’d like I can set it aside for you.” She smiled and the stars in her eyes came out when he asked her for any of her personal favorites she smiled, “I have a couple, Os Mutantes, which is currently playing, Buddy Holly, Beatles Abbey Road, Marvin Gaye What’s going on, Lauryn Hill Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, Jimi Hendrix are you Experienced, Devo... The Motley Crü, The Cars, Mazzy Star, The Doors. Janis Joplin, Anita Baker, Aretha Franklin, Carole King... the list goes on.” She smiled. “I could write up a list of recommendations if you would like? Oh, and I’m Fiona by the way, but most people call me Fi.”
“Oh.” He could have definitely taken a wild guess that that’s what she said based on the fact she was an employee, but he didn’t want to assume considering he’s been wrong about obvious things before like thinking the small hand sanitizers by the entrance of Bath & Body Works were free samples. “Okay, yeah, I —” Before he could complete the thought, she seemed to have pieced together what he was doing there, and he went to take out the receipt to slide it across the counter. “That depends. Last I checked, this, here, was the only record of Mastermind yooz got, so what’re odds of getting my money’s worth on a different disc?” He offered up as a possible solution since he didn’t want to cause any trouble, and having gone to other record shops, he already went into this expecting not to get his money back. They had sales to make, so he wouldn’t have blamed this place if they had that policy. Still, since he already had it out of his mind to return it, he went with the next best thing. “It’s got a skip, by the way. You could test it out if you don’t wanna take my word for it…The poster’s there, too.”
Fiona carefully examined the vinyl as he spoke, seeing some dust on the record in the lines that may have been the cause of the skip. Taking out a solution and terrycloth towel with white gloves, Fiona covered her hands and carefully sprayed some solution on the vinyl before cleaning both sides gently. “I had some dust in the lines, must have been the cause for the skip.” She said as her voice trailed off, green hazel eyes examining the lines closely before she decided to test it, replacing the record already playing and trying it. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I think it was sold to you with some dust on the record, but I’ll let it play for a while, make sure it’s not skipping. If it still does i’ll gladly give you your money back.” She smiled gently, listening closely, nothing yet, but that may have been cause she cleaned it up. “If it works, i can offer twenty percent off your next vinyl.” Her manager always told her to keep the customers happy and coming back, she had no problem doing so. After a couple minutes to it playing, Fi stopped it and, cleaned the inside of the vinyl cover carefully too before placing the vinyl back in. “If it skips again, please feel free to return it to me.” She made a small note in red pen behind the receipt and looked back at him. “We got another Rick vinyl last Tuesday actually...” Her voice trailed off as she went on the iPad to search Rick Ross in the database. “Yeah, God forgives, I don’t. Or did you want a different artist?” Fi hoped she was being helpful, she could see how the situation could be frustrating a bit.
Nora really shouldn’t have gone in the store, but there she was anyways. Out of all the places in the city she could’ve been recognized, a record story was the biggest place. She kept her sunglasses on as she walked down the rows of records and smiled at the collection. Music had always been the biggest thing in her life and one that she shared a love of with her father. Her for it was the reason she got into the business and even if she was currently wanting a break from her career, she still loved music. She heard the woman who obviously worked there say to let her know if she needed help and she just nodded. She waited a few more minutes as she continued walking down and then finally looked up at the woman. “Yes, um, do you have anything by Elena Perez here?” Her stage name. Why was she asking for her own stuff? She wondered how many people in the city actually bought her stuff and then wondered how thrilled someone would be if they happened upon a signed record or several of hers. A little secret give back to any fan she had out there in Providence Peak. She just wondered how she was going to explain this to the woman.
Fiona thought for a moment before looking back at the woman. “Which genre?” It did sound familiar, but she couldn’t be too sure, and with the database iPad being across the room she rather just look at the vinyls around her to find it before searching if they had it in storage or not. Fi was happy to help regardless. Honestly this was one of the best parts of her job, she had never heard of Elena Perez, what if she’d become her new favorite artist upon discovery? So many people asked for so many different things in a vinyl store and she actually lived for it.
Avery was on a mission. Admittedly, it might be a fruitless one. However, she was going to do her very damn best to find what she is looking for. After investing in a record player, she began going on a hunt to find records of all her favourite movie soundtracks and albums of artists she loved. On one hand, she has been pretty lucky so far. It really did help that records and record players were so huge. But on the other hand, she hasn’t been able to buy the vinyl versions of some very specific soundtracks. Of her favourite movies soundtracks. She has gotten so close so many times but unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side when it comes to that. Annoying, truly. Roaming around, her eyes scanned over many different covers when she heard a voice. She looked up and smiled. “Hi! Actually, um… I was wondering if you happened to sell vinyl of the Lord of the Rings soundtracks? I’ve been trying to find them online, but they’re always sold out. I love Tolkien and I recently got a record player, so I’ve been really wanting to get some.”
Well, that was something she didn’t hear everyday.Fiona thought as she thought for a moment of their inventory mentally. “Let me actually check the database for you, if not, I can call other local record shops and order it for you,” Fiona made her way to the register and looked through the iPad. “Okay so we actually do have the red vinyl set, but we only sell it as a set and it’s in the back, would you like to know the price or would you like me to get it for you?” Fi was surprised a bit by the price but it looked liked it had been siting there for a bit so she was sure her manager was okay to lower it a bit.
Shep was in for records maybe twice a week. He was certain that he bought almost everything in here. He liked to sample some of the tracks and see if they sparked some sort of creative juice. He knew Fi well enough, for the girl who always watched him ring up some random records that seemingly made no sense - and generally from the 50s or 60s or some weird jazz. He was experimenting and rather enjoying himself despite having little and less to show for it. He gave Fi a wave and then made his way into the depths. His head was bobbing to an invisible beat, and he selected something Latin and with trumpets. He needed a little inspiration. He could play trumpet, fun fact, but he liked to listen to other great tracks. “Fi. What’s your recommendation on… trumpets. Favorite song with a trumpet in it - go.”
It definitely caught her off guard and perhaps she would have time to actually think about it. “All you need is love by the Beatles.” Huh, not too bad, but she wished it was more Jazz related. “You probably wanted a better answer.” She chuckled and continued to organize. She would probably listen to some more jazz tonight. Get her gears rolling. She always just ended up listening to Os Mutantes instead, but eh, she tried. Looking up at him, Fi scratched her chin gently before nodding and looking down at the stack of vinyls in hand. “Looking for a jazz vinyl or something with trumpets?”
Last time he’d come around, he’d bought himself the Mastermind vinyl by Rick Ross, but in the middle of the song “You Know I Got It”, there was a skip. A big one. He tried cleaning it, but it didn’t change anything. The disc was defective. He did keep the receipt, but between his work schedule and the death anniversary of Katie among him and Charlie, he had other things on his mind until he finally found the time to fit in a trip to the record shop. He just hoped they didn’t think he’d done something to the vinyl to render it flawed within the week and a half that passed. He didn’t have that camaraderie yet with the staff at The Vinyl Countdown unlike the record shops he frequented back in California and New York, so he didn’t know what he’d be walking into when it came to their return policies.
Listening to “Life Is Good” by Future on his headphones, he grew lost in the music and found himself bobbing his head to the beat. “…Saying what I had to and did what I did,” he hummed the lyrics in the mumble, walking over the front counter. It wasn’t until he reached it, placing the vinyl in his hand on the surface, when he realized the person working wasn’t there to be found. Taking off his headphones, he heard the very last word the woman had said and turned to see where she was. He glanced around to make sure she was talking to him or if she was helping someone else out when he noticed the place was empty. Nothing but music filling the building. “—Shit, sorry, what’d you say? I didn’t catch that.” He finally put a stop to his music.
Not wanting to lose the alphabetic order she had arranged her stack in, Fiona took the stack with her back to the register carefully so she could continue after helping the customer. “I said if you need any assistance that i’m happy to help.” Fiona repeated gently, her name tag on display of her formfitting black t-shirt. “Did you want to make a return or an exchange?” She asked as she saw he already had a record and came straight for the register. Nothing wrong with that, as long as he bought it within the thirty day window she could do it all herself. Outside of that, she’d have to ask her manager in their office, but she was sure it’d be fine.
This job was relatively easy for Fiona.It was flexible and she could listen to music... even study some if she had caught up with her side work and it wasn’t too busy. The selection was wide with quality and had just a little taste for everyone and anyone that walked in. She loved it, and she was sure she’d keep coming long after she graduated and stopped working here. Her attention went to his selection. Rick Ross, nodding her head she didn’t judge many on their music type, if anything it excited her to see all the different types of vinyls people enjoy. Maybe he was trying something new and didn’t enjoy it as much as he thought he would. She’d done that so many times.
Raising his gaze towards the woman, he allowed his lips to curve in a slight smile. Travis had never been one for formalities, hell if you let the man, he’d prefer to sit in silence for the entirety of the evening. It seemed somewhere along the way, the male had become the silent type. The observer rather than the participator and in some ways it was better that way. You couldn’t mess things up when you stood on the sidelines, couldn’t break what you didn’t touch. So besides for his work, Travis tended to keep to himself. But tonight, with the ghosts of his past looming about, and a strong drink in his hand, he found it a little harder to let go of the things he couldn’t change. “Lovely name, Fiona.” Raising his own glass, he nodded before tipping it back and enjoying the contents and it was only once it was set aside that he spoke again. “Travis,” He introduces himself. “Are you new to town?”
Fiona wasn’t much of a talker herself but it was nice after a long day to have a little small talk with a stranger. Well, until it wasn’t, but she hoped it wouldn’t get to that point. “Thank you, lovely name as well.” She took a sip of her drink and nodded her head. “I am actually, just moved downtown, yourself?” She came here to start a new life, she wondered often what the locals thought. It seemed so peaceful, but what did she know? She just moved here.
Someone at the station had brought in an old dusty record player without a single vinyl to their name. It was a great addition to the growing place, but what the hell were they supposed to do without anything to spin? So, like the responsible music lover he was, Luca hopped on the first opportunity he could and decided to be the first to cave. “I’m actually just looking,” he grinned, heading over the classics near where she stood. “This guy at work brought in a record player, but no vinyls. It’s been sitting there for a few days and no one has brought anything in, so I figured it’s about time we change that. Not really sure what the other guys are into, but I’m good with just about anything classic rock. Please feel free to give and all suggestions. Nothing can be worse than having none.”
Fiona smiled when he let her in on what was going on at work and nodded as an automatic list of classic rock vinyls came to mind that they had in the store. “I would be happy to help with that.” Fi made her way t the opposite side and looked through their classic rock vinyls that had a special sale today. “We actually have a sale going on it’s bogo on classics, so we have Fleewood Mac’s Rumours, we have Neil Young’s Harvest...” Her voice faded out as she continued to look through the plastic covered vinyls. “Carole King’s Tapestry, Van Morrison’s Moondance... we have some Doors, Zeppelin, Queen.. Floyd too.” Her green eyes looked up and she smiled gently. “They’re at a buy one get one so you could leave with quite the collection today if you so chose to.”
Location: The Vinyl Countdown - On Duty.
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“Yeah, that’s the stuff.” Fiona smirked to herself as she organized the records in alphabetical order as it was this morning. Customers had the tendency of changing the order, throughout the day, and usually she would reorganize just before closing time, but the store had been a little slow and quite frankly, she was bored. When someone came in however, Fi smiled gently, internally groaning because she enjoyed the peace of light music playing in an empty record store... well, for the exception of herself and her manager in the back. Please don’t be an asshole. She thought to herself before smiling gently at the customer at the potential customer. “Hello, please let me know if you need assistance with anything.” Fi said lightly as she continued to organize the 1970′s Classic Rock section. People usually did their own thing in a record store, she knew that she did, and usually Fi wouldn’t say more than a hello if at all if the store was busy but seeing as it’s not, well she would put more effort into letting the new patron a welcome feeling.
OPEN STARTER ( @providencepeakstarters ) at THE JAGGED YARD.
Balancing an elbow upon the corner edge of the bar, Travis swept his gaze over the other occupants in the bar. So many familiar faces, all mixed amongst some he had never seen. It was a strange thing, returning to a place you’d once called home, just to find it as anything but how you’d left it. The ghosts of another lifetime haunting the street corners, leaving his only fond company to be the liquid amber in his glass. It was only whenever took a seat beside him, forcing himself out of his own mind that he looked up, pardoning himself. “It’s open if you’re interested, the seat, but I can’t say much for the company.”
Fiona had just closed the record store and locked up before walking home when the lights and welcoming scene of people caught her attention. She figured why not catch a quick drink before getting home? She didn’t live far, about half a block north of the Jagged Yard, she’d be okay. Stepping inside, Fiona headed towards the bar and hesitated when the only open seat was right next to someone else. “Oh! Thank you.” It was okay, she wasn’t much of a talker, but she appreciated the seat. Ordering a whiskey sour, Fi wasn’t one for very sweet drinks usually but it’s been a long day between classes and work, a nice little pick me up was welcomed tonight she kept the tab open and looked back on the man that was kind enough to offer the chair next to him. DIdn’t hurt that he was a good looking guy. “Thank you again, i’m Fiona.” She smiled gently at him before receiving her drink. “Cheers.” Fi raised her glass at him subtly and looked forward as she took a quick sip.
full name
Fiona Celeste Romero
main aliases
Fi, Romero
birthday
01 / 20 / 1993
age
28
pronouns
SHE/HER
sexual orientation
BiSexual
species/gender
Human - Cis Female
zodiac sign
Aquarius
&&. Connections
Connections & Wanted Connections can be found here! Active, categorized, and achieved threads can be found here! Looking Forward to our characters getting to know each other.
Currently Most Wanted In Wanted Connections
Classmates
First Date After Boyfriend Passing
Stay Out Of My Business
&&. Physical
faceclaim
Ana De Armas (modified)
eyes
Hazel/Green
hair
Medium, brown, sometimes blonde, sometimes dark… usually with straight bangs.
height
5'6"
identifying marks
Heavily tattooed. 5 ear piercings, and vibrant eyes.
&&. Personality
MBTI
INTJ:
Introverted / Intuitive / Thinking / Judging – (3.3% of males, 0.8% of females)
- INTJ’s are independent, original, determined, and analytical. They have a great ability to turn theories into solid plans of action. They easily see patterns in external events and are able to explain these patterns thoroughly. When they are committed, they are capable of organizing a job and carrying it through to fruition. They tend to have high standards for their own performance as well as the performance of others. They are natural leaders, but they are willing to follow if they trust existing leaders.
likes
Music, Tattoos, playing the drums, messing around on computers, reading, watching movies, comics, & people watching. Looking at the stars, having a movie date on the couch, collecting vinyls, making playlists, tea, iced vanilla caramel coffee.Horror Movies, action movies, funny movies. Running errands alone, Thrifting.
dislikes
stressful environments, being out of her house for too long, rude and abrasive people, feeling pressured into doing things. littering, shitty drivers, People touching her without her consent, patronizing people, condescending people, bad hygiene, messy places, unless it’s her own mess.
Fiona had always been a bit of a black sheep in her family. Never the favorite, and neither was her closest sister Nicole, though Fiona called her Nikki as well did all her friends and clients. Slightly older than her but such a free spirit in her own will. Nicole was rebellious and talented as a makeup artist. Fiona would let Nikki practice on her as they spoke endlessly of their overly traditional, conservative parents. How they wished their aunt and uncle were their parents, because though they also conservative values, they were way less strict and so much more accepting. When Nicole came out of the closet to the family, their aunt and uncle as well as cousins Calvin and Bianca were the first to embrace her in a loving hug… of course, Fiona followed. But like Fiona, Nicole felt the cool feeling of rejection and ignorance their parents have shown Fiona for as long as the woman could speak. Labeling her too weird to relate to or even hold a conversation to their standards.. Any school activities, talents and interests, Nicole and Fiona’s parents could care less. This unfortunate act of neglect led Fiona into her adulthood of anxiety, depression, people pleasing, and not being able to open up to people as freely as she would like in concerns of rejection. Nothing had felt worth trying. Not even love felt worth it.
Nicole had moved to Louisiana, leaving Fiona there with her parents. She tried to earn her parents’ love, constantly, keeping up with her grades, getting into Stanford, working towards a law degree when she met Nico. The man that truly made her feel like love was possible. He taught her so many things about life…love, and shortly into the relationship when she had become pregnant, Nico stayed with her and helped her speak to her parents about it. It wasn’t pleasant, as Fiona would imagine… they were just starting to build up a relationship with her getting into a prestigious school… they actually called her everyday to ask about her day… sent her a care package when she left…. Their disappointment was devastating, and they angrily and judgmentally told her to abort the child, but Fiona couldn’t bring herself to get rid of their child in that way, that was not what she wanted…. They decided on adoption. They were both only twenty three and were both studying, but they didn’t want to give her parents satisfaction. However, when she gave birth, there was a major postpartum depression, and though she made sure their son would go to a wonderful family, she couldn’t bring herself to feel relief. Fiona fell into such a depression that she was forced to drop out of school in the middle of her third semester. She had fallen so far behind. A year went by and her sister was visiting. It was the first time in a long time that Fiona actually genuinely enjoyed being with a group of friends and loved ones…That however, like most of Fiona’s joy did not last long.
It happened on a warm rainy night, she had lost her sister and boyfriend to a car accident. He was simply taking her sister back to her hotel so she could leave to go back home the next day. Nico lost control of the wheel. It was supposed to be Fiona, she thought as she allowed her boyfriend do the favor for her. One of Fiona’s biggest regrets was telling her cold parents of this regret. They constantly use it against Fiona, not only all her failures, they would hold this one over her head too, but how could she blame them when they had already lost their oldest Stephanie a couple years before. Their golden child… the reason they were so cold to Fi and her now deceased sister Nikki. Now they’ve lost another, and though she wasn’t their favorite… Well, everyone seems to want you more when you’re dead and gone. Nico’s family, however, were much warmer with the grieving green eyed girl. Assuring her that it was not her fault, and that he loved her very much. After a couple months of depression and guilt, Fiona made a decision to give herself a gift for her twenty-eighth birthday. She would throw a dart at a map blindfolded and leave her cold, but cushy life in Yorba Linda, California. Leave all her material things aside, trade in her beamer for a secure Subaru and drive to a life of her own… start from scratch. Depend on herself and only herself for anything she needs. Where she would study for her dream job and work while she was in college. Where she could learn to love her cold parents from far away and try to move past the hurt they had caused her… the trauma and walls she had built up because of them and start anew. The dart landed in Colorado and Fiona did some research before deciding on Providence Peak. It was the perfect small town for her to move on with her life. Find herself. A stepping stone, and maybe later, she’d go back to sunny California when she was ready and strong enough to face this life again… maybe she’d just stay in Colorado, or maybe even move further East. The rest was still unwritten, but the young bright eyed girl was excited to find out.
