Around We Go

“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” – Maya Angelou

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thesimonclare:

A small world indeed. His eyes widened in surprise, but not a bad one. He’d actually quite enjoyed Prairie’s company, regardless of whether or not it wound up being company in the bedroom. He took that as the reason he was taking her in the way she was doing–the fact that she had seen him naked, those years before. “Yeah, Violette. I’m crashing with her for awhile until I can afford my own place..” He explained. It was more than a visit. “England just…wasn’t cutting it anymore.” That was an understatement.

His eyes lit with the prospect of getting to have a drink with her…before recalling that he wasn’t legally able to do so. While his age had never been brought up, Simon wasn’t exactly blind to the fact that she assumed that he’d been older when they hooked up…which he did feel guilty for, truly, but was unaware of how to approach the subject. “…how about you come back to my place with me?” There. Violette had alcohol there, surely, and it wasn’t as if anyone would card him there.

Prairie’s brow raised. Was he inviting her over? It was only five in the afternoon. Still, though, Simon and her had always had a good time. They both knew how to drink, and neither of them liked being alone at night (or maybe that was just Prairie). But it’s just a drink, Prairie reminded herself. “Sure,” she said. “Why not?” Prairie let out a quiet chuckle -- her face was probably pink. “Lead the way.” She’d definitely ask him about the whole age factor if anything started to happen. No question.

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thesimonclare:

He wasn’t usually good with remembering names, but with one like Prairie, she was quite hard to forget. He smiled at the sight of her–definitely remembering their times together back home–and nodded his head to show that it was, in fact, Simon himself. “My sister lives here.” It really was a small world, wasn’t it? Who would’ve thought he’d be hugging his ex-fling thousands of miles and a continent away from where they’d originally met? He had no qualms with hugging her though, wrapping his arms around her to return it. “What’re you doing here?” He asked once they parted.

“I live here,” Prairie quickly answered. She kept her eyes glued on him. 20. Maybe 21. When they had hooked up those few times, she had assumed he was in his mid-twenties at least. To be fair, she hadn’t spent too much time around him in the day-time. “What a small world. I remember you mentioning you had a sister!” She paused, unsure of what she should do from there. 

Prairie wondered if she should ask how old he was. She didn’t want to look concerned, but the question was eating away at her. No, Prairie thought, that would be beyond awkward. Drop it. “Are you just visiting, or --?” Quickly, she followed it up with: “do you want to grab a drink?” Maybe she could figure him out that way. 

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thesimonclare:

“As I’d recall, you were quite good at doing things in the dark…”

Prairie was in complete shock. She recognized the guy -- the two of them had hooked up a few times the last time she visited England. It had been at least a few years. What was his name? Sam or something. Saul? Simon? Simon. Prairie spoke quickly as to not let the guy know she had to dig for his name. “Simon?” She asked. “What the hell are you doing in the US? Oh, Wow.” She put on a smile and moved forward to go give him a hug.  That’s when she noticed it looked as though Simon hadn’t aged. Not a day. In fact, maybe he aged in reverse. Prairie would have guessed him to be about 20. 

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brigidcarney:

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Brigid wasn’t entirely sure what she could realistically expect from her visit to the studio of one Prairie Kovac. She wasn’t even entirely certain whether she should go ahead and do it. Perhaps it was inappropriate and sort of irresponsible of her, a grown woman, but she couldn’t help herself. That was new; she had always been on the hesitant side of things, often too scared to do anything even remotely drastic. However, she also happened to be curious and stubborn. 

Chewing her lower lip, Brigid remained still for a good while. She had checked the address several times and knew she had arrived to her destination, now she simply needed to knock - was she supposed to knock - and wait. “Here goes nothing,” she muttered almost inaudibly and took a step towards the door, allowing herself few seconds of quiet before knocking carefully. 

It had been four years, and Prairie hadn’t cleaned out her studio once. She had shelves upon shelves of oil paints, drawers full of canvas fabric, and nooks and crannies filled with discarded, half-baked sculptures. Her kiln, her beautiful old kiln, was dirtied with years of glaze. Prairie never found the time to clean it -- the trusty old machine was nearly almost running. In all honesty, Prairie needed a bigger space. Her business was expanding, and so should her workspace. It was too chaotic in the 600 foot space for Prairie to focus. 

Or to find her wallet. It had been twenty minutes, and Prairie had turned up with nothing. “Fuck”, she muttered to herself. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She groaned audibly. It had been a day from hell. All she needed to do was go and pick up her god damn dry cleaning. All she had left to wear was a cotton summer dress and a pair of granny panties.

The knock on the door surprised her. Prairie jolted upright and took a moment to compose herself. Must be the UPS guy, she thought. She dropped her search and went to the door, tugging it open quickly.  “Oh.” 

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prishakapoor:

“Right? Isn’t it cute?” Prisha put it down in her cart, making the final call to buy the item. “You’ve been a great help,” she thanked, “I really appreciate it.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem!” Prairie quickly replied. “I don’t get too many opportunities to see you. I’ll scoop up whatever I can get. Is there anything else you need while we’re here? Some throw pillows? A lamp in the shape of a football?” 

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valshq:

“And what is it that you actually do? I mean, I find in my work that I just have to keep trying but honestly, my followers would buy anything I put out.”

“You’ve got the added benefit of having people who know you and follow your work. I’m sure you could put out anything and make money off of it. I’m an artist, but without much of the same following. I’ve got like, a hundred followers on my Etsy shop.” 

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cassidyxmichealis:

“Sounds like me at the club.”

Prairie laughed at Cassidy’s remarks. “I know exactly what you’re talking about. I think it works on so many different levels. Fuck trying too hard. Just do what feels right.” 

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violetteclare:

“Probably not the best strategy in the workplace, but I’m sure that it leads to loads of fun.”

“That’s an understatement,” Prairie agreed. “I wouldn’t exactly call my studio a workplace -- maybe that’s the only reason I can get away with it. A regular building wouldn’t put up with half the shit I do.” 

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angelalcott:

“What kind of work allows you to do that?”

“I run an art-space. Though, I think a lot of work allows you to do that. You can’t tell me that you’ve never just pulled something out of your ass mid show to fill up a few minutes?” 

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killianfitz:

“Well that’s kind of true for everything, isn’t it?   You take a chance in hopes that it’ll turn out in your favor. It’s how most things happen. The other half, I’d assume is hard work and talent of some sort.”

“I think luck has to factor in there somewhere, too. Being in the right place at the right time and all that.” 

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rowan-thomas:

“What do you do?”

“I’m an artist. Well, kind of. I make hand-made ceramics and weavings, and I run a studio space downtown. It’s a lot easier to mess around with a job when you’re the only employee.” 

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elifxster:

“That’s how it’s supposed to be though, isn’t it? You end up with the best results when you just wing something. I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about but in my field, it works. But if you’re a phlebotomist and we’re talking about drawing blood here then…yeah. Let’s void my previous statement.”

“Yeah, there are definitely some jobs where it’s easier to take it one step at a time. You can’t exactly expect neurosurgeons to wing it, right?” She smiled. “What do you do?” 

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noraplatt:

“That’s how most art goes, right? I feel like it’s easier to really enjoy the result then, if you were never entirely sure of what you were aiming for to start.”

“I completely agree with you. If you’re too rigid about where you want to end up, then you’ll never be satisfied with the end result. You can never get exactly what you originally pictured. Do you do any art yourself?” 

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prescottsalex:

“Hey, I’ve seen worse from people actually trying. What exactly is it supposed to be?”

“It started out as a vase, but now I’m getting some pretty serious giraffe vibes out of it. Do you think anyone would buy a ceramic giraffe?” 

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sarahbll:

“Are you an adult actress or what?”

“It sounds like I am from saying that, doesn’t it?” Prairie smiled at Sarah, amused by her prior comment. “No, though, I’m a sculptor. I run the studio out by the Wilbur Theatre downtown. But I was a cam-girl for about a week after I left university. Paid for my ticket to England, but definitely wasn’t my thing.” 

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rileyxbennett:

“Like, don’t you ever fuck up? Like… trying to make a thumb and end up having something that looks like… a dick?”

“Oh my God,” Prairie said with a laugh. “All the time. Freud would have a field day with me! Half of my sculptures start out as one thing and end up being genitalia. Usually I just let the clay turn into whatever it wants to be. Which means I’ve got a collection of ceramic penises if you’re interested.”