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@mia--tale
Does my hair look okay?
mia–tale:
[She shrugs a shoulder, looking like a hot mess as she arranges her jacket around her, trying to keep a modicum of decency as she tries to hide the bite marks on her shoulder.] You don’t look like a mop, so that’s a good thing, I guess.
[notices them but doesn’t comment] Well, I will take that as a yes.
Take it however you want to take it, it's not like I really care. [She shrugs a shoulder.]
Does my hair look okay?
New year, same Mar, different hair?
[She shrugs a shoulder, looking like a hot mess as she arranges her jacket around her, trying to keep a modicum of decency as she tries to hide the bite marks on her shoulder.] You don't look like a mop, so that's a good thing, I guess.
and, then, there was darkness.
Her hands felt cold to the touch, no matter how long she warmed them by the fire. Sometimes, she could even see some of the higher flames try to lick at her skin, as if they were desperate to consume those parts of her like they belonged in ashes.
Christmas time had always been a good time for the girl. When she was young and innocent, and couldn't see that her father wouldn't speak a word to her mother the as the three of them walked around Disneyland, she was happy to enjoy the time spent amongst the lights and the other laughing children, even if she'd been on the rides already a thousand times. Even as she got older, and she started to see how her mother would shy away from her father's hand when he tried to hold it, she could still enjoy the feeling of freedom and pure cheer of seeing the Christmas parade and get to discover a new piece of candy she hadn't tried in the past.
Then, she became old enough to pretend not to hear her parents bicker before they left the house, and then too old to be walked around Disneyland with them in town. She became too old to appreciate Mickey Mouse with his Christmas hat, to be able to ignore the rotten darkness of the world and allow the Christmas cheer to sweep over her and make her heart soar. Christmas meant threats by old friends, and fights by the fire, and meaningless gifts wrapped in generic, expensive wrapping paper that she had no joy in tearing apart.
At one point in time, Mia didn't even celebrate Christmas. All she did was buy something for others to remember her by, and wish them a good holiday, then shut herself in her room to listen to The Cab as she drew another drawing that would stay locked in a trunk under her bed. As she grew up, the holiday lost all meaning and became just another day, which she didn't mind.
When, last year, her father had asked her to join him in Australia, the only reason she'd gone was to escape the heartbreak of having been betrayed by the boy she'd grown to love; a feeble attempt to escape him had become her greatest happiness when he'd travelled across the world to win her back. Christmas had happiness and meaning once more, and she saw hope - hope for the future, for her happiness, for a life she'd never imagined possible.
She wasn't sure how everything'd gotten to this very point - her sitting by the fire, warming her hands as her cousin wrapped a fluffy white towel around her cold body, her hair slowly counting the seconds with small drops of rain to the floor. She'd been happy, really; everything had seemed to be going better than expected. Despite the setbacks that she'd faced with Thomas, despite the occasional bad days at the hospital, Mia saw light, and she saw happiness.
And then, suddenly, she saw darkness.
For a long time, Mia had refused to believe in love; she'd refused to believe in happiness and in feeling, in general. She'd been bitter and cold and unable to trust that something that good could exist. In this moment, she wished she'd remained that way. Whoever had come up with the saying that "it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all" must've never been broken-hearted like she felt, now. Frozen from the inside out, covered in droplets of rain that had pelted over her skin as she'd watched Thomas drive away with his belongings, she could only think that she never should've given him the chance to love her; she never should've allowed herself the luxury.
She still didn't know what she'd done wrong, really. Everything seemed to be going perfectly well. Even after the accident, after having been through most of what was supposed to tear them apart, they were still together. And Mia thought they were happy, she really did. But she'd barely barked outside their- his apartment when she saw him leaning by his car. The rain was just a small threat over them, not quite falling, yet, when she tried to reach for Thomas and he pulled back. He didn't offer an explanation, didn't say why or even give a second glance after he told her the words that ended them.
"I can't do this."
That was all she got. Four words, and he slipped into his car and drove off. No apology, no appeasement, nothing. He simply left, taking with him every bit of happiness Mia had managed to conjure in her life, it seemed. He took their shared life, took their memories, and he left. She stood in the rain as it began to fall, and then as it started crashing down upon her, and she didn't move until her phone began to ring lowly from inside her soaked pocket. She made no move to answer the call, couldn't bother to, but her feet began to carry her down the empty street, chest heavy with pain as she found herself walking back to the one of the only persons she felt she could trust with her sadness.
And there she stood until now, her shoulder leaning against her cousin's chest as she rested in her embrace, her eyes feasting upon the flames in the fireplace, watching as it consumed the logs on there, much like Thomas had consumed the light in her life.
I don’t dress up for boys.I dress up to stare at my reflection as I walk by store windows.
(via herecomesthestrangegirl)
TASK 005: Gratitude.
Mia is thankful for her best friend, Eli Sanders, for having never let her down and being by her side even when she's doing something she's not supposed to, and for helping her believe that she can be a good person, despite everyone who's led her to believe otherwise.
Mia is also grateful for Greensville, a town where she can walk without fear and without shame for the past that haunts her, and where she's learned that she's worth something.
TASK 003: Headcanons.
1. Relationship
Being a single child was not easy for Mia. Although she was spoiled, she had no one to really rely once she fell out with her only friends, Richard and Amelia, out of jealousy of their relationship. For that reason, she had a hard time accepting that she had three half-siblings on the other side of the world. However, it came to be, to everyone’s surprise, that she actually loved all of them (in her own, bitchy way) and actually became very tight with her brother, Wyatt. The two chat at least once every day, and she has no doubt whatsoever that, were she ever hurt, he’d cross the world on the first plane he could catch to help her.
2. Occupation
When Mia was younger, she had dreams of being an artist - drawing was the way she expressed herself, her passion. However, after the traumatic event she went through at age sixteen, her goal in life became to save as many people as she possibly could. Today, she’s studying to become a pediatrician, as well as interning at the local hospital (her mother’s influence knows no bounds), and, while she still makes a few drawings here and there, nothing fulfills her more than seeing another young child survive another day because of her influence.
3. ‘Freebie’ - Missy
Mia had never had a pet before. Not because her parents wouldn’t give her one, because she knew they’d be willing to give her anything she asked for, but because she’d never understood what was so fascinating about them. When Thomas got Missy, and, then, Mia and him began living together, however, she realized just what she’d been missing. With Missy, she feels safe and calm like she hasn’t felt in many years of her life, and she loves coming home to her wagging her tail back and forth as she waits by the door.
@miatale: Word on the street's that nobody likes you when you're 23...
@miatale: I think no one really liked me before that, either. Blink-182, I'm suing.
Forever Tale ||
elisanders:
Nah! I mean, you’ve told me about it, but … *shrugs a shoulder, grinning, and raises an eyebrow when she stops, before snorting at the ‘hold on, what was that?’ look that Chris gives it, and he snickers* Good save. But, uh, maybe leave it at ‘you’re grateful’, Chris is kinda seeing the guy … *nudges her, and then nods his head, listening, smiling as he says* That must run in the family then, huh?
Christie: *pulls a face at the mention of chores, shaking her head* Oh, don’t think about those, I say treat yourself to a complete day off from them … but I might be a little bit biased. They have? Good! I’d be wringing their necks if they were anything but.
Oh, you’re in for a treat. [She pulls out her phone, a soft smile on her lips as she spots her wallpaper photo of her and Tom, and starts going through it to find photos of the house in Miami, but stops and glances up at Christie at Eli’s words, giving her a half-apologetic smile.] I’m not sorry I can’t stand his guts, but I’m dating someone people usually consider an asshole too, so I sympathize. Although I’m kind of a bitch so I’m not sure I really can. [She ‘ha-ha’s as she finds a picture of the house, handing the phone to Eli.] Swipe left for more. Don’t swipe right, it might not be something you enjoy seeing. And I guess it might come as a treat of being a Tale.
Jess: I’ll try not to think about the chores. [She chuckles.] Don’t you worry, everyone’s been great. Gabe’s been keeping me company during breaks, too, so it’s been pretty good.
Forever Tale ||
elisanders:
I … you say that like it’s no big deal. Like you didn’t just chuck a private plane into it. *blinks, shaking his head, and after a disbelieving laugh, shakes it all over again, this time with a snort* Macaroni Head, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, let alone you. You’d be better off sending a frigging wasp to a play park. But … okay, yeah, I get that. You’re sure she’s okay though?
Christie: Sundays are the safest bet - Soph goes straight from her dad’s to her grandparent’s, and I have them off work. But I can free up any day, just let me know. *smiles, more than happy to make whatever time necessary to spend it with her friend, especially after quite so long without* That … makes perfect sense, actually. For whatever it’s worth, too, I know it was a welcome return.
... I’ve never shown you pictures of the house in Florida, have I? [She chuckles a little, then sighs heavily in relief.] You have no idea how grateful I am to hear that. Still can’t stand that-- [She stops, instead shaking her head and then nods.] As okay as can be. She’s... y’know. It’s a lot. But she’s strong.
Jess: Sunday sounds like a perfect day; I should be done with all weekly work and chores by then, we can just enjoy lunch and relax. [She smiles.] It has felt that way. Even the people I didn’t think would be as welcoming, were. Feels right.
Forever Tale ||
elisanders:
It’s a cool idea, not gonna lie. But, uh … not sure how well it’d work. I don’t see Becca much as it is between work and shit to ask, and … I kinda don’t have my passport. Plus, I told Soph I’d take her if I ever went, and I reckon she’d end me if I went without her. But thanks, Mia! And you’re sure? She actually doesn’t want help, or she’s doing that ‘I said I don’t need a hand but I’m gonna give you the silent treatment for the next half an hour for not helping, Eli’— *stops when he sees the look on Christie’s face, and he holds both hands up in defense, snickering* What? That’s exactly what you were like!
Christie: … you’d better be getting two teaspoons of salt in your coffee. *as Eli’s sniggering turns into full blown laughter, she shakes her head, fighting her grin, and looks at Jess* Don’t be daft, I’m just as much to blame with that. And that’d be lovely, Jess, I’d like that. How are things, though? Enjoying being back at work?
Fairly sure your passport isn’t required to go to Florida, Eli. We’d be taking a private plane at any stage, and I don’t mind if the kid comes along. Hell, I’ll even tolerate letting Cady come along if that’s what’s needed. [She chuckles a little, then shakes her head.] Danny would never. She’s taking a breather, I’m sure. She gets a bit overwhelmed with thoughts sometimes.
Jess: Luckily, then, we can change it. When are you free? And things have been great. Was a little hard to get back into the swing of things, but working back at the school is just like coming home after a long trip around the world.
Forever Tale ||
elisanders:
Nah, there’s no way that’s gonna happen. Not with the two of you, I reckon you’re both too stubborn for that. And by that I mean I know you are. *tilts his head at her question, and then shakes it* Can’t say I have, no.
Christie: Fantastic! *at Eli’s ‘heeey’, she grins, reaching over to flick his ear, chuckling at the grumbling from him that follows* Something tells me he’d like that very much.
Can confirm. That sounds sweet as. *at Chris’s raised eyebrow, he rubs the back of his neck, and grins* I mean, please. If that’s alright? Do you — *as she leaves, he blinks, and looks at Mia* Does she need a hand?
Christie: It is! Though, I have to admit … it is a lot nicer to see you here, too. It’s been a bit too long.
... you make a fair point. [She chuckles a little, then smiles.] Alright, then. As soon as I have some vacation time, I’m taking you there. And Becca too, if she wants. Dad can still get me in with a few friends, so long’s the group’s small.
Danny: [She chuckles a little at Christie and Eli’s interaction again.] Sweet as heck, it is. Mocca it is.
[She shakes her head.] I don’t think so. I think she did that on purpose, actually. She’ll be back soon.
Jess: [She smiles.] I know, I’ve been terrible with keeping in contact. With going back to the school, and then this whole project, and I had some family over, too... It has been insane. We should arrange to go out somewhere, though. Maybe lunch, one of these days?
Forever Tale ||
elisanders:
I don’t even doubt that, Macaroni Head. You could kick anyone’s arse into it. I guess that’d be pretty intimidating, but … maybe having it be busy, and loud, could be a good thing? A distraction, I mean, something to keep your heads focused on something else for once. I dunno, something like that. Call me if you need anything though, I’ll be there straightaway. And you haven’t? Mia, you sure as hell better have fun!
Christie: … well, he does if you tell him to. I— honestly, Danny, I shoved my foot right into my mouth that day, you shouldn’t be thanking me, I should be apologising! Once, and then another dozen or so times, just in case.
Nah, all good! I mean, I hear Mia complain a lot, but it’s only ever been about me. *winks, nudging Mia’s side with his elbow* Uh, just black then, if that’s alright? Or— hey, Chris? What was that stuff with the chocolate?
Christie: *shakes her head, with a fond, amused little smile and looks at Danny* He’ll have a cappuccino. And if you think you’ve put enough chocolate on the top, a little more would not go amiss. *grins at the sweet-toothed blond, who snickers and rubs the back of his neck, and then turns back to Jess* I’m sure she’s glad - actually, far more than just glad - to’ve had you be a part of it, Jess. And you’ve both done a fantastic job!
I can be quite intimidating when I want to. [She chuckles a little, then nods.] I hope it all works out for the best. I don’t want Tom and I to stop doing things because one of his buddies is an ass. [She smiles at him, with a nod.] Of course, Eli. I’ll call if needed, I promise. [She chuckles.] I haven’t, indeed. You ever been to Disney World?
Danny: [She laughs, then grins.] Alright, I’ll talk to Codie. He might just say yes. [She tuts.] Different perspectives on this, I think. [She smiles at Eli, shaking her head.] I know Mia wouldn’t complain about me, no worries. [Mia rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what Danny’s thinking and ready to scold her for that train of thought, but Danny just chuckles as Eli and Christie decide on what coffee he’ll have.] Cappucino it is. If either of you ever want something with real chocolate in it, though, I recommend a mocca. It’s my absolute favorite. [She smiles and excuses herself to go get the drinks.]
Jess: [She chuckles.] Thanks, Chris. It sure feels nice to see this many people here today.
August 6th 2017
warren-thomas:
Tom looked around. He leaned into her as he spoke. “I say we get lost in the hall of mirrors, take a ride on the ghost train, maybe stop for some healthy dinner of fried foods, then go to puke it all back up on the zipper and the tea cups, grab some more food, play some games, go through the fun house, and finish the night taking a leisure ride on the ferris wheel during the fireworks show? We can sprinkle in anything else we come across in between all that. How’s that sound?” He stopped speaking to gauge her response. It was a bit optimistic to assume his head could handle all these rides, especially the spiny ones, but he was determined to make sure that Mia had the best time tonight.
Mia smiled as Tom leaned in, paying attention to his suggestions; truth was, she was excited to do a little bit of everything, and was really looking forward to be gifted a stuffed animal that he won for her. She let his enthusiasm course into her with every single one of his words, her eyes lovingly staring at his face, and her grin groing by the second. She’d experienced wild rides, at Disney, but, for some reason, she was a lot more excited to try the shitty ones at the fair tonight, simply because Thomas was with her, and he was so excited as well. She found herself nodding along to his suggestions, until he asked what she thought and she chuckled. “Love it. Kind of like I love you,” she mumbled before leaning forward to kiss him briefly, just for the sake of it. “But if at any point you don’t feel well, I want you to tell me, okay? I’ll just be worrying otherwise. Now let’s go, let’s find that hall of mirrors.”
August 6th 2017
warren-thomas:
“Oooh, so you’ve never experienced the thrill of getting on a ride that feels like it’s held together by duct tape?” He laughed with a warm chuckle. “How exciting that I’d get to be there for your first time.” As the car breached over the top of a hill, the scene before them burst to life. The ferris wheel stood tall overlooking a field of rides, booths, and people. The fair ground music filled his ears the closer they got. It was a classic summer sight for him and he couldn’t help but feel excited. “Too bad I’m such a cripple. I would have loved to find all the secret places we could sneak off to, to fool around. Although I’m sure we could get creative should the desire really hit.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek. Ideally, he would have been in much better health to plan out a special night like this, but there was no way he could have waited any longer. Not for this.
Once they pulled up and found a spot to park, Tom fished his wallet out of his back pocket and handed it over to Mia. It would be easier for her to grab the entrance fee money rather than waiting for him to fumble around one handily. He smiled at the person behind the booth. “Hey, two tickets for myself and the sexiest woman you’ve ever laid your bloodshot, little eyes on, please.”
“Can’t say I have. The rides I went on were built and designed by my dad, so I know they were safe.” Chuckling, she glanced at her boyfriend by her side. When he laughed, she was struck with the realization that they were never supposed to get this far. Mia had always been a heartless bitch, too hurt by her past to let anyone in; Tom had been the same. All that they’d ever been supposed to be was a good fuck in a quiet library. Strange how things turned out. Engulfed by that feeling of love and affection, and just plain joy that they’d beat the odds at the game they’d created themselves, she missed the breathtaking sight of the fair as it first appeared. Even though she could see everything, it didn’t impact her as much as the love for Tom did, in that moment. His words brought a laugh out of her, and she smirked as she glanced at him again. “We always find our way, Tom. I don’t think there’s a single thing that could stop us,” she mused, turning the car to find a spot to park it.
Once the car had stopped, she leaned over to reciprocate his kiss with one of her own, taking his wallet from him when it was held out. Taking his free hand, she walked with Tom to the entrance booth, chuckling at his introduction of them, but not denying it; she could see the boy’s eyes wander, after all. She handed over the money in exchange for their tickets, sliding Tom’s wallet in his pocket before they went into the fair. Her eyes lit up as she looked around at the whirlwind of people, of lights and stands and rides, and she took a moment to let it all in before smiling at her boyfriend. “So, I’ll let you take the lead. Where should we start?”
Forever Tale ||
elisanders:
You literally just did! *scoffs, and releases her the very second that the tickling begins, only to return in the moment after, having not strayed far despite the surprise attack* One hell of a scare, for sure. I’m glad he’s doing okay though, I mean it. He’s gonna get through the rest, he’s gotta, he has you helping! That’s gonna be good though, right? The fair?
Christie: Eh, I’ve won more with less. I’ll take my chances. *shrugging a shoulder, she grins* If you told him he cooks, do you think that might help convince him? He’s not actually half bad. *her cheeks warm at the reminder of her royal stuff up with that grand reveal, and she clears her throat, waving off the thanks* That’s nothing to be thanking me for! But … I’m glad you got here - /very/ glad. For both of you, that is. And this— this is fantastic! *looks at Jess as Danny addresses Mia, and smiles* You must be well beyond proud, Jess.
*when he’s spoken to, he outstretches a hand to Danny, with a big, cheery grin* Hey! Eli. Heard heaps about you, too, it’s good to finally meet you. And however you make it is good, please - whatever’s easiest, really.
Did I? I can’t recall. [She smirks playfully, then nods a little at his word.] I’ll pass on the sentiment. And I’ve got trust too, he’s a strong one, I know he’ll get through this. And I’m not straying anywhere, so, I’ll be kicking his ass into pulling through. [Again, she nods with a little hum.] I think so. It’ll be fun, at the very least. I’m a little worried, it’ll be the first time we go out after all that, and I bet it’ll be crowded and loud, but I’m excited. I’ve never really been to a fair before.
Jess: Your choice. [She chuckles lightly.]
Danny: Hm. That might sway his decision a little, yes. Does he clean, too? [She grins playfully, then shakes her head.] I do have to thank you. I kind of needed something like that at the time. [She smiles.] Thank you, really. [Focusing on Eli, she shakes his head and nod.] Good and not-so-good, I assume. [She tuts.] C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t have a preference. Everyone does.
Jess: [She has a soft smile as Christie talks to her, and nods a few times.] Extremely. When she came to me, she was so... distraught. It’s really a good thing to see how much this has boosted her up. I’m glad to have been a part of it, too.
August 6th 2017
warren-thomas:
“At least I’m dating someone with a good taste in cars. I can’t be showing up places looking too scruffy.” Tom tossed Missy a dog treat to keep her busy before he stepped outside. He waited for Mia to lock the door then offered her his arm as they walked to her car. “When I was in high school I used to have to work at these fairs for the football team. I’d have to sit in the sun and run shitty games all day. I was forced to speak to children. It was my absolute hell.” A lazy smile crossed his face at the thought.
It was early evening. A slight breeze blew through the air. The clouds in the sky were beginning to turn a soft, warm yellow as the sun was getting ready to set. He could almost smell cotton candy in the air as they drove with the top down. His gaze shifted from the road over to Mia. She was perfect. So strong, so damn beautiful, so real. His hand reached out to brush some hair from her face then settled against her neck where he left it for the remaining of the ride. “What’s your favorite carnival food? I’m personally a fan of the classic fried dough with a bunch of powered sugar dumped on top.”
“You’d never. So long as you’re with me, you’ll never show up anywhere looking scruffy.” She grinned and watched Missy dive into her treat with gusto, before she stepped outside their apartment and locked the door behind herself. Taking his arm, she smiled as they walked down to her car, kissing his cheek before releasing him so they could each slide into their seat. As she buckled up and started the car, she listened to him speak and gave out a soft chuckle. “Oh, I bet the kids were delighted to bug you, you grump,” she joked easily, sending him a soft grin.
As she began driving, with her hood down to enjoy the warm weather, she smiled and relaxed back into her seat. Nothing eased her more than taking her car out for a drive, but she hadn’t had a chance to drive it a lot, recently; she’d missed the feeling of the wheel under her hands, the leather against her back. When she felt Thomas’ hand, her heart soared; this, right here and now, was forever going to be one of her favorite feelings, she just knew. “I’ve never been to a carnival before, really. I had Disney outside my door, so I just went there instead. Used to eat a lot of cotton candy,” she chuckled as she remembered those days, where her father would allow her to drag him down to the rides he’d worked on, himself.
