Vivian Jane. Amateur Ghost Hunter. @notthatvivianlee - Tumblr Blog

@leiabgriffin:

Leia had completely forgotten about Helen’s box of stationery that she’d asked for. It was late and the entire household was probably asleep but she had gotten out of work late and was far too restless to go home and rest just yet. So she drove to her sister’s house and quietly set the box down at her door for Helen, her husband or Viv to find in the morning.

Just as she was leaving, the sound of rustling made her pause to turn and listen. The beam of a flashlight caught her eye and she quietly made her way over to the side of the house where it came from just to see Vivian walk off. At 12am. Despite herself, Leia couldn’t help a small smile after her look of shock. In some ways, her niece reminded her a lot of her when she was younger. But it wasn’t endearing enough to keep her amused for long and Leia rushed over.

“Viv!” She whispered loudly and sternly, catching up. “That the hell are you doing? It’s 12am.” She gestured in disbelief to the backpack. “Where are you going?”

Viv froze in place as she considered her options. She could lie. Say she was sneaking out to meet a friend or a boy. Leia might appreciate that. Viv could play the part of a legitimate rebel for a couple minutes, it wouldn’t take too long off her schedule. But then maybe Leia would want to meet him, or maybe she would see right through the crap and it would all be for not and Viv would be back at square one.

But, then again, the truth was a long winded explanation that she wasn’t even sure she had time for, made even longer if Leia decided that Viv’s parent’s needed to be involved.

Slowly, Viv turned around, a shy grimace across her face framed by her untamed curls. “I, uh,” she said, eyes darting out the door. It was about a fifteen minute walk to the mine, but she didn’t have the stamina to run, especially with her full pack strapped to her back. “Would you believe me if I said sleep walking?” she asked.

#i:leia

starter for @leiabgriffin

Viv was a big fan of physical lists. She carried a yellow legal pad with her at all times for the express purpose of writing and crossing things off of lists. Today she had made a grand total of three lists: one for the books she needed the library to order, one for the strange sightings she’s heard tourist talking about, and one of things she’d need for her stake out tonight.

She crossed off each item as she packed. Water bottle, flashlight, transistor radio, sleeping bag… Her parents hadn’t taken her camping since she was in elementary school, but she remembered most of what they had taught her. She would eat dinner with them and then sneak out once they were already in bed. If all went as planned she would be back before breakfast.

This was her first time legitimately sneaking out of the house. She had run tests, of course. She knew the best way out her second story window and when her parents would be deepest asleep according to their REM cycle. She was all set.

#i:leia

@that-indigo-child

“Well, I’m sure your father knows what he’s doing and hell, if it’s worth anything you might as well try to get some extra money out of the few that pass by and stop here for only an hour before getting back on the road. God know that’s all the tourists are good for.” Indie said, muttering the last few words to herself more or less with a shrug of her shoulders.

Viv hid her smile and laugh behind her hand. She understood that tourist were good for business, yes, but they also tended to clog up all the interesting places in town and made it impossible for her to do any real investigating when some family from California was camping next to a supernatural hotspot. “Since you don’t seem particularly interested in our shits, is there anything else I can help you find?” she asked, hopping off her stool behind the counter and circling in front.

#i:indigo

@palladino-persuasion

“Thank god!” Peggy exclaimed as she looked through the shirts, “The airline lost my bags.” She explained, glancing at the young woman behind the counter with a smile, “This sale is an actual lifesaver.”

Viv offers a sympathetic grimace. “Oh, yeah, good luck finding anything to wear. I think it’s just us and a couple gift shops that actually sell clothes. You may be a walking billboard for Virginia City for a while.” She laughs.

She hops off her stool and walks toward the back of the store to help the woman shift through large and extra large t-shirts, all with cartoon ghosts and cowboys on them. “Are you staying in town? Or just passing through? We don’t get a lot of people flying in to visit. Mostly it’s broken down cars on road trips and the odd supernaturalist.”

#i: peggy #hi!!

@that-indigo-child:

“A sweatshirt in this heat?” Indie replies with a puzzled look on her face. They lived in the desert, a sweatshirt almost seemed obsolete at this point. “Shouldn’t the sale be the other way around–I mean you might sell more if they were on sale instead of the shirts.”

“That’d make more sense, wouldn’t it?” Vivian laughed with a shrug. “Dad thinks that we’ll sell more at a lower price, and a sale makes people think they’re getting a better deal than they actually are.”