with madness comes the light.

perry frye. 29. well-intentioned mess.

[perryfrye]

billie-davis​:

Billie sat with little grace. She placed her heels on the edge on the bench, hugging her knees to her chest. Her eyes glued to her hand as she picked the rubber fraying from her boots, worn by time. The woman seemed so childlike with her posture as she sat, a habit she never seemed to break. Her mother was never around to tell her to keep her feet off the furniture. Shrugging, her knees tilted in as her shoulders lifted to her ears compacting herself for a second. “Sometimes.” She found the small talk settling funny in her stomach.

“I walk around a lot. Don’t really think about where I’m going.” Billie never drove. She avoided cars and buses when she could. She preferred to be on foot. She missed that about Crescent Harbor when she was gone, how accessible walking places was. “Sometimes I end up here.” Billie wondered if it made sense. Most of the time she avoided speaking at all, worrying her words didn’t reflect the thoughts in her head. “You?”

“Hey..” She spoke in the pause. “I’m sorry.” Her chin rested on her knee as her hand picked at her shoe faster now. Pressing her lips together her eyes didn’t dare peak over towards the woman beside her. “What I did to you was fucked up..”

.

The roaring of the waves settled between them like static and the butterflies-- or bees; honestly, they felt more like bees-- in her stomach took flight to the sound. Perry didn’t have any reason to trust Billie, any reason to trust anyone in Crescent Harbor, and she felt uneasy as the other girl sat down. Her eyes trailed to the lighthouse again-- a place that used to be home but now lived as abandoned as it looked. It was Billie’s question that settled down around her, thick like the fog that lapped at the rocks in the water and she wondered if Billie had forgotten-- or perhaps she’d simply never known-- that the girl who had been so easy to pin blame on had grown up here. 

She opened her mouth to answer just as Billie began speaking again. She was thankful for half a second for the interruption because she wasn’t really sure what she’d been planning on saying. It was the apology that startled her, knocked her off-kilter, had her hands tightening on the edges of her sketchbook. She was transported to a principal’s office, to the accusations of teachers while she cried and desperately tried to defend herself, only to realize she had lost before she’d ever even sat down. She’d been the weird girl, after all. It hadn’t mattered that she’d written an essay that had won her a scholarship to the private school. It hadn’t mattered that she’d had A’s in all of her other classes. The memory was so violently real in that moment that for a long stretch of time, Perry didn’t speak.

Instead, she slowly closed her sketchbook and set it on the bench beside her, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them-- mirroring the girl beside her. “I grew up here,” she said, answering the first question while ignoring the last bit, eyes lingering on the lighthouse. “And sometimes I come sit here and I draw or I paint or I just sit. But I haven’t gone back inside. Not since I left.” Not since her grandfather died.

The silence caught and hung again and Perry tightened her arms around herself, hugging her knees to her chest even tighter. “I don't know, maybe I'm trying to say clinging to pieces of the past does nothing. We were kids, right? Does your apology change anything? Would my forgiveness?”

[perryfrye]

1, 4, 10

1. What’s your biggest fear?

answered.

4. Last thing that made you cry?

answered.

10. When did you have your first real relationship? How did it go?

So. Middle school probably doesn’t count, but it was such a Moment in Perry’s life, that she’s going to count it, anyway. Her first real relationship was with Ariadne in middle school and Perry was in whatever love you can be in when you’re 13/14. To this day, she’d probably tell you it was real. Ariadne told her they should keep their relationship a secret (and honestly? Perry was totally okay with that because she was still figuring herself out and didn’t necessarily want the entire school to hone in on her and her blooming sexuality). But when someone found out, Ariadne told everyone that they were not dating, Perry was just weirdly obsessed with her. And of course, everyone believed Ari over the weird girl who lived in the lighthouse and could see ghosts. So. That was fun and not at all scarring.

[perryfrye]

19

19. Have you ever sent a sexually explicit text?

Listen. Perry became a different person in college, so yeah. She’s probably sent one or two. Would she again? Probably not. ...............Haha unless 👀

[perryfrye]

5,7,8

5. What do you usually wear to bed?

Underwear and an oversized shirt.

7. What is your biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for you before?

Perry is pretty self-conscious. Despite all the work she’s done on herself since leaving Crescent Harbor, she feels like she will always be a little bit unsure about everything and everyone. She’s been burned too many times, by too many different people, to fully trust in anyone. So lack of faith, maybe? In herself and in others. It’s probably destroyed relationships before in the sense that they ended before they could really begin. But she can’t think of any specifically.

8. How do you behave around people you like?

Like an idiot, probably. She can’t find words on a good day, so she’s likely just a babbling mess. There is no playing it cool for Perry.

[perryfrye]

one two three four

1. What’s your biggest fear?

Perry has always felt like the weird girl, the odd one out. She fears that she’ll never really understand people. Or maybe just that people will never really understand her. It’s very lonely and she fears being well and truly alone forever. She watched it happen with her grandfather, closed off from the world until the day he died. She is terrified of that fate.

2. What’s the most used app on your phone?

Probably Instagram. It’s mostly just pictures of her artwork or short videos she’s made. It’s her little corner of the internet where she’s collected one or two little weirdos who seem to, if not understand her, then at the very least, appreciate her and her work.

3. Strangest thing you’ve done while drunk/high?

In college, she got high with a few friends and somehow, they got to talking about how to tell whether eggs were still fresh or if they’d gone bad. Someone googled-- or maybe just said?-- if you put them in water and they float, they’re still good. So, they took out a carton of eggs (literally bought that day) and floated each and every one in a different bowl or cup to see if they were fresh. They also forgot to put them back in the carton in the fridge, so they woke up the next morning to 12 eggs in various dishes filled with water throughout the kitchen.

4. Last thing that made you cry?

Perry cries over everything. It was probably that ASPCA commercial, to be honest.

[perryfrye]

[perryfrye]

billie-davis​:

-

Billie teetered awkwardly on her feet as the woman settled from the fright. She pressed her lips together in the silence. The silence felt like it dragged on - like the world taunting her by making time move slower. She should have left as soon as she saw Perry. Not saying hi would have made it weirder though, right? Her mind filled with regret and possibilities, before they were cut off by the soft sound of Perry’s voice. Her eyes traced from the other woman’s face to the sketchbook in her lap. Billie never understood why people had been so mean to Perry, not that she herself didn’t add to the pain. She was beautiful in the same way a flower petal was - soft, discreet. Billie noticed her then, but coasting by in school would have proven harder if she befriended her. “No, um..” She shifted awkwardly again, unsure of how to proceed.

After all of this time, Billie never apologized for what she’d done. She could chalk it up to distance, never seeing the other woman, but she wondered if she’d been given the chance in the past if she would have taken it. “Could I sit?” Billie hummed lightly, gesturing to the space on the bench beside the woman. She half expected the other woman to say no. Rightfully so.

.

Perry thought maybe she understood the deer that stood in the middle of the road paralyzed in fear as headlights came barreling towards them. A moment could feel like eternity when you didn’t know what came next. This was largely the same: Perry unable to speak, to keep her brows from furrowing-- a clear sign of her confusion. What happened between them was ancient history and yet, it still made her flush with shame and embarrassment when she thought about it.

Even now, the tips of her ears felt warm beneath Billie’s gaze and she slid her eyes to the waves as they crashed against the shore. Unfolding her legs from beneath her, she finally turned back and offered a small shrug. “Um. Yeah. Sure.” Despite the roar of the waves, it felt eerily quiet now and Perry pulled the sweater she was wearing tighter around herself. Was she supposed to say something? Did she even want to? 

The answer was probably no and definitely no but Perry had never been good with silence. It was far too loud. “Do you--” She squinted, eyes finding the water again as she pursed her lips. It was a casual question as much as it was a suspicious one. “Do you come out here a lot?”

[perryfrye]

billie-davis​:

who : @perryfrye​

where : Chinook Point

Sometimes Billie enjoyed an aimless walk blasting music into her ears, where her thoughts could clear. Often when she ventured out on a walk like this, she ended up somewhere unplanned. She walked everywhere, seeing she never got her driver’s license or had even driven a car. Her long legs lead her to the edge of her neighborhood where the lighthouse resided. Some Bright Eyes song chimed in her ears.

Billie’s eyes traced the figure sitting on the bench. Perry Frye had always been someone she avoided, ducking out of places and cutting corners to refrain from bumping into. She reminded Billie of every lie she told, every bad decision she made. None of it was Perry’s fault. Perhaps what she had done to the other woman was one of the worst things she had ever done. At time time, Billie rationalized pinning the stolen test answers on Perry as something she needed to do for survival. Expulsion sat on the other side of being caught for Billie. Perry would at worst be sent to detention.

“Hi.” Billie hummed, head turning from the girl to gaze out on the water. She probably seemed like a deadbeat to Perry. Fair enough. She would just be added to the list of people in this town that had been burned by Billie Davis.

.

The lighthouse loomed before her-- teasing, beckoning-- and Perry felt like a coward. She hadn’t gone back inside-- not since her grandfather died. But she couldn’t deny that part of her that felt drawn here still. The last remaining tether to the place should have died with him, but here it remained, calling to her like the ghosts from her past.

So she sat, legs folded up underneath her, sketchbook open in her lap. She drew the scene, the way the fog nipped at the base of the lighthouse, the way the waves broke over the jagged rocks along the shore. It looked the same and yet. It felt so entirely different. Like it and its past and ghosts and love belonged to someone else entirely. 

Perry hadn’t heard the footsteps. She nearly jumped out of her own skin when the greeting sounded from beside her, hand flying to her throat as her heart slammed against her ribcage. “Jesus,” she panted, eyes settling on the person the word belonged to. 

It was in these moments where she was forced to face the true ghosts of her past that she wondered why she’d stayed in Crescent Harbor. There was too much to remind her, too many things to threaten the work she’d done on herself. There was anger and hurt that had merely been swept under a rug or shoved into a corner of her mind she never intended to go again. It was harder, still, to ignore it when it was standing, flesh and bone, beside her. “Hi,” she echoed after a long moment, the word almost sounding like a question. She blinked at Billie for a few seconds longer, the old hurts settling in again as though they were new. “Did you... need something?”

[ariadneacostas]

𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐑 𝐘 / @perryfrye​

❀ ⋆*･ﾟ these hands are liars. these hands will hold you. these hands will hold yours. these hands will hold your heart with a gentle ease that you have never known before. these hands will love you. these hands are liars. these hands will hold your heart, but will break it because it is easier to break then it is to be broken. these hands will feel your heartbeat in their fingertips.  these hands do not know gentle ease. these hands do not know how to be held. these hands are liars. ❞  ── PERRY’S RESIDENCE on the SEVENTEENTH OF MARCH.

Tinkerbell, she’d once been called, the nickname followed by hushed giggles behind tall library bookshelves; hands clasped in warmth, lips curved upward and eyes shining with unadulterated light that could only be attributed to the innocence of first love. At thirteen, Ariadne hadn’t paused to consider that the nickname was the closest anyone had ever come to knowing to her — to accepting her despite her faults; her constant need of adoration. No, she was too busy plucking flowers and tucking them behind her love’s hair; too busy preening under a gaze that followed her as if her radiance put the sun to shame. 

Ariadne would come to shove those memories aside in the years that followed, neatly tied with a bow that too closely resembled a noose if she cared to stare long enough. 

She hadn’t. 

And she doesn’t care to now, as she stands at Perry’s door, knuckles rapping against the wood impatiently. 

It is only when the door swings open that her expression melts into a saccharine smile — such ardent sweetness that can only found in artificial sugars. “My Perry,” Ariadne beams, as if betrayal is nothing in the face of a reunion of star-crossed lovers (no matter if she, herself, was the catalyst for their tragedy). “How I’ve missed you.”

[perryfrye]

One paint-flecked finger twists into a spiraled curl, eyes squinting as she leans back to assess her newest project. She isn’t nearly as talented with a brush and acrylic paint as she is with charcoal pencils, but something about the way the window framed the light, a peaceful backdrop against her empty easel had called to her this morning. She’d surrounded herself in color, had chased away the restlessness of the night prior with gentle strokes against a canvas and somehow, hours had passed without her realizing.

It’s the knock on the door that ejects her from whatever in-between daydream she’s found herself in, whatever amount of focus she’s managed to find between herself and the scene coming to life on the canvas. She sighs, yanking a hand through her hair to brush it from her face as she untangles herself from her stool and picks her way across the small, cluttered apartment she shares with Leona, to the door. She’s not expecting anyone-- she never is-- so the words she’s not home are already poised and ready on her tongue. 

The door opens with a creak of protest and her smile is welcoming, if a little bland. And then her eyes settle on the person on the other side.

Ariadne Acosta. 

Perry does the only thing she can think to do. She slams the door shut in her face.

Her lungs seize and she has to draw in several gulps of air to remind herself that she can still breathe. Emotions-- so many she’d long thought dead-- surge to the surface and her heart beats so loud in her ears that it could be more banging on the door. She’s hallucinating. She’s sleeping. This is a nightmare. She’s going to open that door again and there’s going to be nothing on the other side. Honestly, she’d even welcome back the ghosts of her youth. Anything but this.

Slowly, her hand reaches for the knob again and she curse the way it shakes. Ari has no power here. The lies taste like ash on her tongue. 

The door opens again and she’s still there. Perry avoids the temptation to look down at herself-- at the paint coloring her fingers, the smudges left behind on her overalls. She’s not ready for this. She’ll never be ready for this. She squares her shoulders, though her voice doesn’t even hold an inkling of the power she needs it to. “What are you doing here?” 

[awainwrightsource]

@alishawainwright: ✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽

[perryfrye]

theobowman​:

Theo initially assumed that pregnancy cravings were not real. She’d never spent enough time around a pregnant person to know otherwise. She herself liked to believe that she had simply bloomed into the Bowman household as a young child. These doubts were quickly dismissed when she found that she was having weird cravings. The least worrying of them being ice cream. Normally she wasn’t an ice cream person at all. Growing up she’d absolutely avoided it, which made it being one the things she was craving now. 

She’d hardly looked up from her phone when she entered the shop. It wasn’t until a startlingly familiar voice called her back into reality. It seemed like they both realized at the same moment who exactly they were standing in front of. Theo watched as Perry’s eyes grazed her stomach then quickly averted back up to her face. “I’m…beautiful with an impeccable fashion sense? That would be true.” 

Outwardly she felt herself projecting herself in much the same way she did as a kid. Back when her and Perry were more than familiar strangers. It was a natural regression, and one that immediately made a pit open at the bottom of Theo’s stomach. Nearly a lifetime had passed since her and Perry had been close, but she still missed her. Time and distance had separated them- it made Perry’s absence easier to stomach. But now as she stood in front of her, it was impossible to forget they had once been so close. Theo smiled, nodding her head in agreement. Of all places. “Do you need recommendations?”

.

Ghosts were a subject in which Perry was intimately familiar. And that’s almost what this felt like-- some incorporeal part of her past reaching through the vale, both startlingly familiar and entirely new. She wasn’t sure what to do with that when the hurts still lingered. They had numbed in the way that only time could dull, but they were still there. This ghost, it seemed, Perry didn’t know what to do with.

A laugh, more out of social necessity rather than genuine amusement, escaped her, clanging around hollowly until she nodded her head. “And incredibly... round.” This time, her laugh felt a little less forced. 

She so desperately wanted this to be one of those situations where old friends just fell back into a rhythm as though no time had passed at all, but even as Theo’s question settled somewhere in the realm of possibility, Perry found she just couldn’t take the lifeboat offered to her. Too many obstacles stood between now and okay. And she hated that most of all. Because, looking at Theo, at the years that separated them that both felt so vast and like no time at all, she wanted nothing more than to have that friendship back. It tasted of youthful innocence in a way that no longer belonged to her. Her eyes trailed back to the display case full of ice cream before her eyes were back on Theo, her mouth curving into a smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She could try, at least. For now. “I’ll hear them but I don’t promise I’ll take them into consideration.” 

[briefandsensational]

Raising Dion, s01e01 (Seith Mann, 2019)

[jacob--scipio]

[perryfrye]

WHERE: inside scoop. WHO: @theobowman​ & perry.

It was cold outside, sure. But was that going to stop Perry from satisfying this craving even when she knew it ended in uncontrollable teeth chattering and the inability to get warm until she’d spent at least half an hour wrapped up inside a blanket burrito? Absolutely not. 

She stood off to the side, the display of every flavor-- too many flavors-- stretching out before her like a buffet. Cheesecake, butter pecan, mint chocolate chip, cookie dough... Decisions were not supposed to be this hard. 

And maybe it was that difficult choice that had her guard lowered, because she’d known this would happen one day. She’d known all her luck at avoiding those parts of her past would be spent eventually. It was a small town, after all. She hadn’t expected to be caught so off guard, however. When the bell jingled above the door, she barely glanced up from the rows of ice cream to say, “You can go on ahead, I might be here a while.” And then she turned to flash a sheepish smile in the direction of whoever had just walked in. It died on her lips in an instant as her eyes fell on Theo Bowman. Her gaze trailed lower to her stomach, round with child, and Perry felt all the air leave her lungs. There was so much between them, so many years to span the distance, to reach across the chasm of the strangers they had become. It was a strange medley of feelings: happy and sad and angry and hurt-- all of it dulled under the sleepiness of time long passed. 

Perry had never been graceful under pressure, and it seemed that now was no different. A few sounds that might have been the beginning of actual words left her mouth, though no actual sentiment could be found within them. She laughed nervously and shook her head. She had imagined running into Theo thousands of times, had rehearsed scripts in her head of what she’d say. She could remember none of it now. “Oh. Wow. Theo, you’re--” She had to force her eyes to return to a face she both knew so well and didn’t know at all. Her smile was tight, unsure. “Honestly, of all the places I thought this would happen, I gotta admit, this was not one of them.”

[lachlan-peters-archive]

—Open Starter @crescentstarters​ Location: The Art of the Draw

His nephew Donovan had apparently come down with a cold, so to keep the kids from cross-contaminating, his sister-in-law had asked Lachlan to take Ava for the afternoon. He didn’t mind - for a five year old, his niece was surprisingly good company. Later, he’d use her as an excuse to get ice cream and eat chicken nuggets for dinner, but for now, they decided to go to the art store and pick up some crafts that would last them a couple hours. 

“What about this one, Avs?” he asked, picking up a Sew Your Own Unicorn Pillow kit and looking over his shoulder to consult… no one. “Ava?” The kid had wandered off… 

He turned the corner to the next aisle - not quite panicked, but getting close - only to spot the little girl had struck up conversation with someone. He sighed in relief before approaching. 

“Ava, kid, you gotta stay in my eyesight. Your mom would kill me… Sorry, was she bothering you?” He directly this question to the other, who might not find the girl’s company quite as charming as he did. 

[perryfrye]

The left strap of Perry’s overalls hung loose and limp down her back, her arms full of wants not needs. She’d been trying to talk herself out of at least half the purchases for the better part of ten minutes. Honestly, she probably looked like a looney toon, glancing between sketch books and paints and charcoal pencils, all but begging them to play rock, paper, scissors with each other so she wouldn’t have to make the final decision. Because her final decision was all of them. 

“Your strap is unbuckled.”

It wasn’t until she felt a soft tap on her leg that she realized the words had been aimed at her. Glancing down, her eyes fell upon a young girl, looking back up at her with wide, expectant eyes. She glanced around quickly for signs of a parent before accepting the fact that this was a feral child and she should make no sudden movements. What had she just said? Her strap was unbuckled? “My what?”

The little girl reached out and took the dangling strap in her hand and held it out to Perry who’s furrowed brows smoothed over and a relieved chuckle escaped her. “Oh. That. Yeah, I left it like that.”

“Why?”

Perry, who had begun turning back to the shelves, swiveled back again to look down at the pensive little girl. She laughed again, this time at her own expense-- was she getting schooled on fashion by a child? “I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “I thought it looked better that way, I guess.”

“Why?”

Perry blinked, resisting the urge to look for parents again. In a moment, she was going to start taking the questioning to heart. She fingered the strap in her hand and wondered how pathetic it would be to just buckle it and forget this ever happened. Opening her mouth to say something,-- what, she didn’t know-- Perry found herself cut off by the feral girl’s... brother? father? and let out a small sigh of relief when she realized exactly who it is was, punctuated by another laugh at her own expense. “Not a bother at all,” Perry said, waving a hand as though it was nothing. “She was just schooling me on fashion. You know, normal kid things.” She cut a look back to the girl before raising a brow in Lachlan'd direction. "This one yours?"

[perryfrye]

REINTRODUCING PERRY FRYE

BASIC STUFF

full name: Perry Lee Frye

nickname: Scary Perry (a mean nickname from school that still haunts her. call her this if you want to see her cry), Small Frye

age: 29

date of birth: june 12, 1991

place of birth: seattle, washington

length of time in crescent harbor: from ages 2-18, returned briefly almost three years ago and then once more a year and a half ago

zodiac: gemini

height: 5′5″

weight: 120 pounds

occupation: freelance videographer, any odd job she can get her hands on

gender: cisfemale

sexual orientation: bisexual

relationship status: single

aesthetic: charcoal stained fingers, leaving black smudgy fingerprints everywhere, chewed down nails, chipped nail polish, overalls, demin jackets, ink stained hands, coffee stained clothes

BIO STUFF (tw: car accident, death, anxiety/depression, brief mention of drugs and alcohol)

THE BOLDED BULLET POINTS ARE THE UPDATED THINGS 

Perry came to live with her grandfather in Crescent Harbor when she was only two after losing her parents in a car accident.

Her grandfather was the lighthouse keeper for many years, widowed and very much a recluse. It was all cannon fodder for the urban legend that the lighthouse was haunted.

Perry, still to do this day, was convinced she saw ghosts. At the time, she didn’t realize they were ghosts-- simply friends who came and went as they pleased.

Starting school was where it all began to fall apart. Kids were mean and she was not prepared. Apparently seeing and speaking to people only you could see, did not many a friend make. They coined the name Scary Perry and she decided she did not like school.

It didn’t get any easier. As she got older, she continued to talk to her friends– imaginary friends other people called them– and teachers grew concerned. So they stepped in and all but strong-armed Perry’s grandfather into seeking out help for Perry. So she found herself cycling through therapists and different medications all while being told that what she was seeing were hallucinations, a coping mechanism for the grief of losing her parents. Blah, blah, blah.

That was all well and good except for the fact that when she’d describe the lady in the blue dress she saw often in the night, sitting at the foot of her bed, she was describing, in detail, her grandmother, whom she had never met.

Eventually, though, the medication worked and she stopped seeing her “imaginary friends”

Won some sort of essay contest that granted her a scholarship to the private school for the duration of her middle school career. The kids didn’t know Scary Perry there, and it was a chance to start over. She shadowed @theobowman​ and the two became friends. 

Eventually, she began dating @ariadneacostas​ though, for a reason Perry didn’t understand, Ariadne wanted it to be kept secret. When someone nearly found out, Ariadne flipped the script to say that Perry was obsessed with her and was telling everyone they were dating, which lead to an entirely new sort of isolation.

Perry could not find it in herself to be disappointed to return to public school. Perhaps because she’d forgotten just how mean kids were in general. She’d assumed they’d have forgotten. Or at the very least, matured enough not to care.

It didn’t matter, though, because kids are still mean and they have very good memories. She never quite shook the Scary Perry thing. She was very isolated growing up, so she turned to her art and making films to pass the time in Crescent Harbor until she applied to literally every university she could think of just to get away.

She wound up in Seattle studying filmmaking on scholarship and, finally free of the whole haunted lighthouse, crappy nickname, girl-who-talks-to-ghosts thing, she really came alive. She flourished in Seattle– falling in love, out of love, experimenting with people are drinks and drugs. She started to really find herself.

Then her grandfather got sick and she had no choice but to come back and take care of him. There was a brief time where it seemed as though he was getting better so Perry went back to Seattle again. A year and a half later, and it became obvious this was a sickness he’d never recover from, so when she came back to care for him this time, she stayed. He was the only family she had left, so even though she hated being back in town, she did it for him. He passed a little over a year after her return and she thought she’d finally be free of Crescent Harbor forever. But something– maybe facing her past, maybe taking back when she feels Crescent has taken from her– has kept her here.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

school friends -- these would be few and far between tbh, because Perry latched onto Theo in middle school and then had been burned so bad by the people she loved come high school that she remained largely detached. But a friend or two?? That maybe she ghosted when she got into college? who knows? not me.

school bullies -- between Scary Perry and being seen as the creepy obsessed girl, there is a lot of ammunition here for all types of school meanies. Maybe they are still terrible, maybe now they feel terrible. Maybe they don’t even remember and now this is awkward because Perry sure does.

coworkers -- Perry works all sorts of odd jobs to keep the money flowing. Her passion is videography and drawing, but she’s done some freelance writing, some fill-in barkeeping, some waitressing. Anything, really, that doesn’t require a special degree. 

an awkward hook up-- Perry’s not really the hook up type? But she’s been known to make rash decisions under duress, so maybe the first time she returned to Crescent Harbor, she made a bold decision that maybe she’s trying to hide from rather than face. She doesn’t like to emotionally invest in people anymore-- she’s been burned too many times-- so now it’s just ducking around grocery store aisles to avoid the awkward run-in. And they definitely have no idea whatsoever. She’s for sure very stealthy. *bags of chips fall noisily to the ground behind me*

AND SO MANY MORE THAT I JUST CAN’T THINK OF RIGHT NOW. JUST COME LOVE HER, PLEASE. GIVE HER THINGS TO DO BEFORE I YEET HER INTO OBLIVION FOR BEING A BORING BITCH.

[tboj]

Alisha Wainwright: photos by TV insider