Vick was interesting in the Kayaking event happening in Madison that she knew she was going to check it out. As she arrived at the location of the event, she purchased herself a drink before she wondered around, she was a little confused as to what was going on, she had no clue what it actually meant and what was actually happening but she didn’t mind. She looked over before she bumped into someone slightly, it wasn’t that hard of a knock but it was definitely a knock to get someones attention. She stood there for a moment looking over at the person, “Oh I am very sorry, I was just curious as to what exactly is happening? What is actually happening here. What is this event actually meant for? I know I probably sound stupid right now but well I am confused.” She laughed for a moment.
“--You don’t sound stupid at all!” Persimmon replied to the woman who’d knocked into her just a bit. “I’m guessin’ you’re new to the area? It’s an event that happens every year, I can’t even remember when it first became a tradition,” Persimmon took a sip of her drink. “But it’s somethin’ that’s part of town. We have a few events a year, actually. --How long have you been in town?”
“Can we get out of here? Please?” Peachy had practically shoved into Persimmon’s room like a hurricane; expression furrowed in something that might be mistaken for distress. Only the Kennedy girl’s would know, though, that that face only meant one thing: Cherry Kennedy was on a freakin’ rampage. She had already made Peachy Keen run errands with her, and stand for hours in the living room while Nanny fitted yet another gown to her frame - the girl could only imagine what could be waiting for her after lunch, too. “I mean it, Immy - let’s go get lunch, or… or we could just walk out to the middle of the Orchard, and freakin’ sit there, I don’t care! I just need to get the hell out of here before Mama realizes I’m not still tryin’ on Nana’s old jewelry downstairs.”
Persimmon was in the middle of reading a book when Peachy Keen came storming in, and without a second thought, she marked her place and set the book aside. It was obvious that Peachy had enough of Cherry-- not that Persimmon could blame her-- she avoided her mother as often as she could, though it wasn’t hard to do considering the woman was so obsessed with PeachyKeen and what the younger girl had to wear and what she should eat, when she should sleep and a million other things that probably went through her mind everyday. “I don’t have anywhere to be, so we can go wherever you want, Peachy Keen,” she replied, standing up and going over, placing her hands on her little sister’s cheeks. “Let’s go grab some lunch-- I’m starvin’.” She’d had a late breakfast, but it was an excuse to get out of the house-- to get Peachy out of the house. “Does she really have you tryin’ on Nana’s jewelry? I hope not those gaudy brooches. She does have a couple of pearl necklaces and rings that are really beautiful,” she mused as she grabbed her purse. “Alright, let’s go-- we’ll go out the back way, she won’t know you’re missin’ until it’s too late.”
“Hannah you can’t eat more than one scoop of ice cream honey. Remember last time we had to throw it away and you cried?” Matt sighed at he looked up at the cashier with a pained smile. “Forget it, I don’t even care. Two scoops of bubble gum ice cream for this one, two scoops of rainbow sherbet for that one and two scoops of moose tracks me me.” He pulled his wallet out to pay for the ice cream for himself and the girls and noticed a woman standing behind him who had been incredibly patient waiting on his girls to figure out what they wanted. “And whatever she’s having I’ll buy too.” Matt smiled back at the woman. “As a thank you for being so kind about these kids not being able to make a decision without tears.”
The wait at the ice cream parlor was taking a little longer than usual, but Persimmon wasn’t one to complain. She thought the entire ordeal was really sweet, not to mention she was incredibly patient-- something she’d learned over the years from having Peachy Keen as a little sister. She’d glanced at her phone, adjusting her glasses slightly as she read a text message, not paying attention-- until she realized the man with the kids in front of her was addressing her. “I’m so sorry, what was that?” she started, before she realized he was offering to buy her ice cream. “Oh! That’s really so sweet of you, but it really wasn’t a big deal,” she protested. “Most kids are pretty indecisive-- I don’t even know what I wanna get yet, there’s so many choices and I have too many favorite flavors,” she replied with a chuckle. “I really appreciate that offer, though. But you don’t gotta worry ‘bout me bein’ upset or anything like that.”
WHERE: anywhere tbh. but more than likely outside of a bar.
WHO: open. [ @madison-starters ]
“Seriously? Again?” Edie’s palm smacked loudly against the window of her car, her other hand pulling with futility against the locked handle. She groaned and peered inside, the shiny, silvery glint of her keys winking at her from where they sat, nestled in the front seat. As if mocking her. “Mother f—” she cursed her car, raising a hand to smack against the window in frustration before she thought better of it, head swiveling around to survey just how dire her situation really was. She couldn’t afford a locksmith. Not again. She could, however… “Hey!” she called to the outline of a figure shrouded mostly in shadow. “If I give you twenty bucks, will you break into my car?”
Persimmon had been waiting for her date for over an hour and he’d yet to show up-- she stood outside the bar waiting for those gray bubbles to pop up and a text to come in with an explanation for leaving her waiting, a nauseous feeling of dread twisting in her stomach as she realized she’d been stood up. Brow furrowing as she contemplated the pros and cons of sending off an angry text message-- she was just about to open her phone up again when she glanced up as Edie called out to her. “---Who, me?” she stepped away from the side of the bar. “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be darlin’, but maybe we can convince someone in there to help us out? Or I can call the fire department, maybe.”
hi everyone, i’m amanda & i’m super excited to be here and to get to write with all of you! i’ll be playing persimmon kennedy, and you can read about her under the cut! 💜
triggers: sibling death, blindness
@madison-intros
persimmon kennedy, second oldest kennedy daughter. older sister to @peachykeenkennedy. while she’s not particularly close to her parents (they suck), her sisters are her best friends.
born and raised in madison! went to college and lived in savannah for about 6 years (age 18-24)
30 years old, born on nov. 24th (sagittarius)
her family owns kennedy cherry orchard, which is incredibly successful and has been passed on for generations. she and her sisters grew up as wealthy as one can be in a small southern town, wanting for nothing. except maybe some love and affection from their parents? lol
grew up doing pageants, was also in ballet and had lessons in piano, archery, cello, horseback riding. she was also a cheerleader in high school and probably part of prom court-- all part of her mother’s doing, because appearances mean everything to the kennedy’s, and she wanted her daughters to all be the epitomes of the term southern belle.
persimmon however-- hated most of it. while she enjoyed the activities, she hated being restricted and forced into all of it. she had no passion for any of it-- what she had passion for was art. she loved to paint and draw, specifically, though she enjoyed pottery as well. her mother expected her to continue with the pageants so she could eventually go on and compete for miss georgia and miss usa but persimmon quit and went to college instead. she ended up being accepted to the savannah college of art & design, where she decided to specialize in interior design.
after graduating, she worked for a couple of years in savannah as an intern and had plans to stay in the bigger city rather than come back to madison-- but that was around the time that her older sister died.
it was unexpected and a devastating blow to the family, and persimmon couldn’t in good conscience stay away when her family needed her- especially peachy keen. so she packed up the life she’d started and moved back to madison.
she has since been trying to build up her portfolio working in neighboring towns and cities when she gets the opportunity, in the hopes of one day eventually opening her own business. however, more recently, she’s started to wonder if it will be possible.
at the age of five, she was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a degenerative disease. it’s a disease that affects one’s eyesight, and though it’s very rare and affects every person differently, it usually results in complete eye loss. because each person’s experience with it is different, when she was diagnosed, her doctors could not tell when exactly she would lose her sight, and though they had second, third opinions, the diagnoses was the same. some people lose their sight at a young age, some later in life. for the most part, while her eyesight wasn’t perfect and she has experienced some effects of the disease, she’s been extremely lucky. however, more recently, her sight has begun to worsen and has been told by specialists that she will lose her sight completely within the next year or two if not sooner.
persimmon’s still coming to terms with this fact, as she’s spent her whole life thinking she was lucky and somehow could avoid it, and still thinks somehow it’s something that she can prolong-- she’s avoided telling anyone, except for her immediate family, as it’s not something she wants people in town to know, because she’s not ready for it to be real. she’s thrown herself into work as much as possible, pretending everything is fine, but in reality, it is not fine at all.
was engaged about six months ago but broke things off with her fiance after her doctor confirmed she will go completely blind - not wanting to burden him with what was happening to her, though she never told him what was going on, so the split was very much out of nowhere. she’s still very broken hearted over it and cherry was absolutely PISSED when she found out her daughter broke the engagement off, but she’s recently started setting persimmon up with any bachelor she can find, because she absolutely hates that persimmon is 30-- almost 31-- and still unmarried.
is a madison belle!
when she’s not working, she still loves to paint and draw. she’s also recently opened an etsy shop selling customizable home decor and other trinkets.
literally doesn’t have to work since her parents have a ton of money and she has a trust fund once she gets married but she loves her job and bringing other people joy, and also hates sitting still and being the rich spoiled girl most people might expect her to be.
so this is pretty much everything about persimmon! she’s very mild-mannered and soft, an actual sweetheart who rarely has anything bad to say about anyone (though if you’ve messed with one of her sisters, she probs hates you but is like... polite about it). please give me all the connections for her - she’s a local and has lived in town for the majority of her life except for her college years. would love to have best friends, a close knit friend group, high school friends, maybe some enemies (they can dislike her for whatever reason), exes (ex fiance 👀 ), people she might’ve been on a couple of dates with, neighbors, clients, etc.
fc: dianna agron, played by amanda ( 27, she/her, cst )
age: 30 y/o
gender & pronouns: cis female, she/her
occupation: interior designer/etsy shop owner
birthplace: Madison, GA
TW: sibling death, blindness
least favorite memory?
“That would probably have to be the day of my sister’s funeral. It’s single-handedly one of the worst days of my entire life– besides the day we actually… found out she was gone. I don’t remember much from that day, it’s mostly a blur. But the funeral, seein’ her in the casket, knowin’ I’d never be able to talk to her again, hear her voice… it broke me. I don’t even know how I managed to get through that day, but I did, because I had to be strong for Peachy-Keen, since Mama and Daddy aren’t the comfortin’ type. But sometimes that day will just cross my mind out of nowhere, and it just doesn’t make sense to me, to this day, that she’s gone forever. I’ll never be able to get that last memory of her out of my mind, no matter what I do.”
best spot in town, why?
“If you’d asked me this as a child, I would’ve probably mentioned the family orchard. I had wonderful memories there with my sister’s– runnin’ wild and pickin’ cherries as we liked, botherin’ the harvest workers and makin’ Daddy all upset ‘bout us getting in the way. But nowadays, I’m usually at the river– it’s a drive aways, but I spend hours on the bank, just laying peacefully in the sun, listening to the sound of the river and the chirpin’ of birds every once in a while. I love goin’ there to paint, too– it does wonders for inspiration. And it’s fun to go to with a whole group of people– tubin’ is the best part of summer.”
what is something they’ve always wanted in life?
“The things most people want in life, I would say. To be happy, to find someone to share my life with, and to be successful. Though I’ve discovered that it’s not so easy to achieve any of the above– I’m 30, on the brink of 31, and I’m still searching for opportunities to build up my portfolio so one day in the future I could maybe start my own interior design business, or gain enough of a reputation to work for someone reputable–without the help of the Kennedy name.. And my love life is no better– Mama’s intent on setting me up with every eligible bachelor she can find, and I honestly don’t think there’s anyone left. At this point, I’d settle just for bein’ happy, and most days I am. I’m luckier than most, considerin’ my family and how successful it’s been for generations, but no matter how much money a person may have, no matter what material items they own– you can’t buy happy, and sooner or later the money, the pretty things– they are just distractions, placeholders for what really matters in life.”
what are they afraid of?
“It’s not somethin’ I’m keen on telling the whole world about, but I’m afraid of what’s happening to me. I’ve known losin’ my sight has been a possibility since I was a little girl, when I was first diagnosed– the doctors told me each person’s experience with retinitis pigmentosa is different, that some people lose their sight as children, some later in life. But I never lost mine and this whole time I’ve been goin’ around thinking ‘That’s never gonna happen to me’, like I’m special. I’ve been goin’ around pretending, acting like I’m untouchable– and I’m not. And I’m scared– it’s the first time I’ve actually admitted it to myself, that I’m not okay. That one of these days, maybe tomorrow, maybe six months, a year, two years from now– I’m goin’ to wake up and the whole world will have gone dark altogether. And I’m not ready.”
