dancing bears

anya ivanov ~ twenty-one ~ maid

[journcytothepast]

⍣ ◦ º ◦ was that [ danielle rose russel ] i just saw? no, my mistake, it was [ anya ivanov ] though they seem an awful lot like [ anastasia ] from [ anastasia ], don’t they? i heard they’re [ twenty-one ] and they like [ music boxes, cold snow, lost mysteries, dancing ] and work as [ a maid ]. 

name: anya ivanov nickname(s): n/a (that i can think of, feel free to come up with some) age: twenty-one gender: cis female sexuality: bisexual  residence: she lives alone in a little house in town occupation: maid

anya remembers nothing before being cursed, though she doesn’t remember much after being cursed either. her childhood is mostly all a blank to her, vague memories of another place, or a song, but nothing that gives her any clue to who she is besides her necklace having “to anya” engraved on the back. from ages eight to eighteen, she lived in the orphanage and before that, she doesn’t really remember anything more than her name.

growing up in the orphanage never ruined her spirit, she had fun with the younger kids and occasionally got in trouble but anya always had fun and kept her wits about her. she was not nearly as proper and polite as some people would wish her to be, but she wouldn’t change it for the world, her spirit is part of what makes her, her. and if you ask her, she’s pretty great.

when she turned eighteen, she could no longer stay at the orphanage. they arranged a job for her as a maid and helped her with a small place to live in town, but before she accepted and got settled, she tried to leave the vale. anya wanted a chance to explore and maybe find out where she came from along the way, unfortunately each attempt got her nowhere. she couldn’t leave no matter how hard she tried. so, she accepted the help. anya doesn’t particularly love her job, but it’s enough while she figures out a plan.

anya has never doubted that she will find where she came from, though she has so far been unable to find a way to leave, it’s just a setback. in the meantime, she really does enjoy the vale and its other residents. part of her believes that if that’s all her family will end up being, the people in the town she grew up in, then it really isn’t that bad. 

anya has never taken off her necklace, it’s her one connection to her birth family

while she doesn’t spend every waking moment trying to leave, many of her weekends involve figuring out a plane for when she leaves

snow is anya’s favorite thing, it never fails to put a smile on her face

some nights she can vaguely remember parts of a song, but nothing she can place

[journcytothepast]

flynn-ouat​:

“…50 cents for the apples?” he said to himself as he held the red marker over the blank sign as he prepared to set up the fruit stand for the farmers market. “Do you think I could get away with charging people 75 cents per apple?” He never really liked lowballing, but he also knew people were not open to actively paying for more. 

Anya turned her head at the question, she was up early today and decided to come to the farmers market a little earlier than usual, “If you think your work deserves 75 cents per apple, then you can absolutely get away with charging 75 cents per apple. I know the extra 25 cents wouldn’t kill me for some delicious apples.”

[journcytothepast]

thecuriousxone​:

Alice raised an eyebrow, observing the woman from her perch. “Oh weren’t you? Well my mistake then.” Alice laughed. She could see how her humming was enough to catch one’s attention. The only reason for it was to fill the silence, something she had grown to detest. “I've  always liked climbing trees and I like to think I write better up here. Something about my feet being off the ground seems to help.” Alice didn’t have a good explanation for it, she just knew she was able to focus a little more up here.

She writes better up in a tree, that’s a new one. “What are you writing?” Anya questioned, she had some time to hang around and ask about whatever she was doing. Writing in a tree while humming was interesting enough to catch her eye, sometimes she found herself humming a song as well but she can never remember enough of it and whenever Anya tries to find it in her brain, it’s gone.

[stars-bean]

Anastasia (1997) dir. Don Bluth and Gary Goldman

[journcytothepast]

almxstherexrp​:

Tia laughed lightly “Its usually pretty busy but nothing think this! and of course my bar tender for the night didn’t show so here I am front and center instead of cooking your food tonight.” she pouted in a joking matter, through deep down Tia had wished she was in the kitchen. “Well, My go too is always a nice Rosé or a white Zinfandel. IF you want something a little more ambitious than wine I can see what I can do!” She really hoped her suggestions were okay, she rarely drank as well but from what she had of wine and such those seemed to be the two she liked the most. 

“If my only work experience wasn’t cleaning houses, I would probably start trying to help you out. Instead I just feel like I would end up getting in your way.” Either option sounded good to her, so Anya responded with “A Rosé sounds delicious, thank you.” Anything would probably be better than nothing, and suggestions were always welcome. “Feel free to take your time though, I don’t have anywhere else to be.” She was done for the day, home was the only thing waiting for her.

[journcytothepast]

prince-navccn​:

“Thank you for joining me on this experience,” he said as he was trying his first ice cream since childhood. “Vanilla?” he said before placing the tiny spoon in his mouth and was pleasantly surprised, “Not bad, what do you think of it?”

“Vanilla is a classic.” Anya was not entirely sure how she got herself trying ice cream but she certainly was not complaining in the slightest. “I always prefer more adventurous flavors but you really can’t go wrong with it.”

[journcytothepast]

cleverrct​:

WHERE: town square WHEN:  friday, 7:35pm WHO: closed for @journcytothepast​

dimitri didn’t spend a great deal of time in town or with the other residents, not without having a specific goal in mind, it only made it that much harder to convince them to hand over what they had. though the day had taken several odd turns and he’d found himself getting unusually lonely all by himself on the edge of the forest. he’d never minded the quiet before or the solitude, but for once, he found himself longing company. maybe even a friend. 

he lifted the mug of beer to his lips and took a large swig finishing off the glass before taking a moment to look around at the other patrons. he found it almost amusing how in such a small town, he found himself with so few people to lean on and he couldn’t help but wonder what it was like for them. to have someone. with a heavy sigh, he grabbed some money from his pocket and slapped the euros on the bar, just enough to cover his drinks. 

“back we go,” he whispered to himself as he made his way out of the iris and into the town square. the young man took a moment to look around, not expecting to see anything—or anyone of note, but he soon found himself proved wrong. dimitri did all he could to block out most of his childhood, but there was somethings he simply couldn’t forget. she was one of them. granted, he didn’t know her that well, he still found himself deeply captivated by her all the same. there was a fire in her that he recognized, that he understood even, and he wanted to know it. to know her. 

without another thought about it, dimitri pulled one of the euros out of his pocket and did his best to flatten it out as he approached her, doing his best to keep out of her line of sight. when finally he was close enough, he bent down and pretended to pick something up off the ground. “i think you must have dropped this,” he told her with a soft smile, extending his hand and the money it held. 

Anya enjoyed the town, she did, it was small and many of the people here were kind and she enjoyed days in the vale. Even if she didn’t totally enjoy her job. But the town itself was beautiful, and she did totally enjoy her walk home through the town square. Especially when it snowed. Today was luckily a short day, some nights would have her cleaning houses until 10 but tonight she was on her way home before 8. Though she took a break from walking home and was sitting to gather her bearings, mentally going through everything from her day before heading home for the night.

Her relaxation was interrupted by a voice and when she turned her head, she saw a man extending his hand to her, a euro in hand. She didn’t remember dropping any money but she probably wouldn’t have been surprised if she had. “I don’t remember dropping it but I’m still trying to recover from work so I wouldn’t put it past me. Thank you.” Anya accepted the euro with a grin but as she looked at him, there was something about him that seemed familiar and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it yet. Which was very annoying. She had enough of not being able to remember people for one lifetime, thank you very much.

Though, it didn’t take too long until she had flashes of memory, a boy at the orphanage. She didn’t really know him, but she heard about him running away enough to remember. “You lived in the orphanage, right?”

[journcytothepast]

thecuriousxone​:

Feet and skirts dangled from the tree limb as Alice hummed the melody of a lullaby she had forgotten the words to. Perched in the tree the young blonde wrote in her journal, needing to get the words out before she forgot them. The need to write struck her at random, like an itch that would not go away until words were on paper. As she went about the task she had quickly become aware of a pair of eyes on her. Whilst she had little shame she still found starting rather rude. “Are you just going to keep gawking at me or are you at least going to come say hello.” Alice called out, not bothering to look up from her journal.

Honestly, it’s quite possible that Anya wouldn’t have even noticed the girl in the tree, if not for her humming. It caused her to look up and though she only thought her gaze lasted a moment, clearly it was long enough to be noticed as the humming stopped and words came out. “I was not gawking.” were the first words from her own mouth, “Your humming caught my attention, I wanted to see where it was coming from.” Then she had a question, “What are you doing up there?” Sure, she herself wasn’t a stranger to climbing when she was younger, but it was usually just to show that she could. She wanted to know what her reasoning was.

[journcytothepast]

originalostboy​:

He was sitting in the offices that made up his private investigator firm…to be honest it was one open space and a back room that should have been for meetings it was converted into his sleeping quarters but that was for anothertime. At the moment he was at the two desks that were shoveved together so the occupants would be looking at each other and a beatup old sat along the wall if there had been client. He was the only one there or so he had thought as outside the door he could hear footsteps in the hall. They stopped for a second and continued down the hall retreating and then came back. Curious he got up and Peter went to the door and opened it to see who was out there. Coincidentally the sign on his own door still said the previous tenant and the makeshift paper sign that usually covered it was halfway ripped. “If you’re looking for the lawyer he actually moved to the top floor. Some big case or something. Tea shops downstairs.” He offered, cause usually it was one or the other. Peter leaned into the door frame, “Unless you’re looking for avalon vale’s most unwanted, then you came to the right place.” A smirk dancing on his features. 

There really was no need for a private investigator, she didn’t have anything to go off of. A necklace that doesn’t even say who it’s from and memories she doesn’t even have. Still, her plan to leave so far hasn’t really worked and at this point, Anya was just looking to go through every option. Which is what brought her here, though she was stalling slightly by walking past the door before coming back. She was going to do it again but before she walked past, the door opened and revealed, as he said, Avalon Vale’s most unwanted. “Well now that I find hard to believe.” But in response to the first sentence, she shook her head, “I may get some tea later but I did come here to see you.” The closer she got, the more ridiculous it seemed, but she wouldn’t want to regret not even trying to see if he could offer anything helpful, so she continued. “Have you ever succeeded in finding people?” That was a better question to ask first, before Anya gets told that a necklace and no memories would make it impossible.

[journcytothepast]

almxstherexrp​:

The restaurant was slammed, more so than usually. When word go to Tia that their bartender had flaked she did what she could and improvise. Running to the bar and severing everyone she could as fast as she could. Stopping at one induvial a bit longer to catch her breath. “I’m killing this right? please be honest?” she said with a laugh “what will ya have honey?” The nickname was what she called everyone.

Usually when Anya was off of work, she would go home and sleep. Today, however, she had time to actually stop somewhere and tonight, she found herself wanting a drink. She rarely drank, but it seemed like a good idea. Though it seems like she chose the wrong night to do it, since it seemed quite busy, but she grinned when she did get to speak to someone. “Absolutely, I’m feeling even more exhausted just watching you.” At the question of what she wants, Anya paused, “Any suggestions? I really don’t drink too often, just felt like a good night to have one. Though, it seems like everyone else had the same idea.”