one song

florence persaud ~ twenty-eight ~ writer

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( raymond ablack. 28. cis male. he/him. )  the story of SNOW WHITE now lives in the soul of FLORENCE PERSAUD, aged TWENTY-EIGHT years. they’re a NEWCOMER, having been in woodvale for ONE MONTH in the SOUTH as a(n) WRITER. and yeah, they definitely have the vibes of PRINCE FLORIAN with the powers of GLOWING, don’t you think?  

INTRO

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fiona foster​:

Fiona had to take a deep breath and let herself think for a moment - it’d been so long, did she really even know anything about Florence anymore? The little kid she remembered is probably nowhere near the same person she sees now; an established careerman and writer. “Wow, that’s just… Wow,” The redhead chuckled, still finding her footing, “I teach self defense here. Er, not here here. I teach at the rec center and gym.”

florence was happy with a wow, even if it was a little hard to tell if it was positive or not, “it’s truly not that exciting. I have ideas, I write, people decide if it’s good,” but he loved it. it was the one thing he wanted to do and he was lucky enough to get to do it, her job though, that was interesting. “that’s amazing, fiona, I’m sure that’s really helping people.” he knew he couldn’t do anything like that, fighting wasn’t one of his talents.

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jessie vasiliev:

“Oh no.” a genuine furrow of the eyebrows match the tiny pout upon her lips. “I’m sad to hear that–” she makes it a point to ward off that voice in her head reminding her of those silly admonitions. “You know– I don’t think it’s too late if you want to try and make a new one. I think we could find some flowers somewhere around here. Unless, you’re okay with shaving a couple of years off your life.” a little cackle suggests that she’s joking. “Don’t ya know– it’s a sign of bad luck !”

it was disappointing to him as well, the wreath practically fell apart in his hands with some combination of not understanding how to make it enough and bad luck. still, aside from that mishap, the rest of the event had been going well for him. at the mention of bad luck, he shook his head, “I was not aware of that, let’s hope it’s not as extreme as years being shaved off.”

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arthur kumar​:

“I mean, I stopped at all the different exhibits that they have to, you know…look at all the fish they’ve got in there,” He says. “And then the gift shop afterward. I know they’re all overpriced, but sometimes you just can’t help it, you know?” Arthur shrugs. “So they could be…well…anywhere in the aquarium,” He sighs. Retracing his steps would take all evening, or at least that’s how it felt. “It’s nice to meet you Florence - I’m Arthur,” He introduces himself with a smile. “Hopefully I’m not keeping you from anything too important.”

well, hearing that they could be anywhere certainly wasn’t good, but florence wasn’t the type to get his hopes dashed so quickly. “we’ll find it. four eyes are better than two, right?” and there was always the chance someone inside of the aquarium saw them and they could be done in no time. “nice to meet you as well, arthur,” with the idea of having something too important, he shook his head, “not at all. was probably going to try getting some writing done but it’s nothing that can’t be done later.”

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jackson fontaine​:

“yeah! i feel totally the same! i swear, i’m gonna be so pissed if they gave me decaf or something,” jackson grumbled, though he clearly didn’t get decaf. “doesn’t tea have, like, less caffeine? that sounds like it’s gonna work…”

“maybe? I’m fairly certain it’s supposed to be healthier though. black tea is supposed to have a decent amount of caffeine, I think.” truthfully, florence really had no clue what he was talking about. he drank both but he never really looked into the differences.

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jessie vasiliev:

𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 & @folkloremstart​ // 𝐀  𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒  𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 : 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓

this isn’t her first Midsummer event, the tradition is one she’s enjoyed growing up in Woodvale. as a child she’d await the mornings to make wreaths of flowers and ultimately fail in her craft– her fingers were typically not patient enough for weaving–  she’s watching her wreath of blue roses, orange mini ranunculus, baby’s breath, eucalyptus sprig and yellow tulips. it looks like a little circle of fire floating in the stream. “At least it’s not sinking, right?” her grim outlook refers to the tradition of sinking wreaths symbolizing an early departure of the earth. “Well, I guess if it did, I’d have to take that admonition as a compliment–” the tiny wrinkles forming in her cheeks with her smile, would speak otherwise. “Would you point yours out? I’d love to see it.”

this was the first woodvale tradition that florence was participating in and it was going pretty well so far. it was definitely different than events he had been to in the past but that was certainly some of the charm it held, he wasn’t always the most social but he did enjoy trying new things, this absolutely was that. at her question, he just laughed, “mine didn’t really survive the day, I clearly don’t have a talent for wreath making. yours is beautiful, though.”

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fiona foster​:

Oh good, so he came here of his own volition. Why someone would do that, Fiona couldn’t be certain, but surely now they’d have lots of time to catch up on all they’d missed, “Oh, just like, twenty-some odd years,” She waved a frivolous hand, hoping to make the time seem smaller than it actually was. Long enough to miss the glimpses of outside life that she’d been sent away from, “You’re a writer now? What have you written, anything I’d hear of?” 

wow, she was here for years and he didn’t even have a clue. just that one day, fiona was gone, and he never spoke to her again. until they coincidentally find each other in the library in a completely new town. life really was weird. “only two have been published so far, but yeah, I am.” as for the second question, he shrugged, “i had a fairytale retelling and them a crime novel, no one seemed to enjoy the crime one as much but I like it.”

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snowdrop hayan:

@princelywriting​ !  

        ‘  so  ,  you’ve  been  good  lately ?  ’   she  asks  the  other  ,   head  tilting  to  the  side  ,   gaze  landing  on  the  person  her  father  had  set  her  up  with  for  dinner .   ‘  i  uh  ,   love  tiana’s  .   she  has  the  best  stuff  in  town  .   ever  since  i  can  remember  .  ’  

somehow, his parents still found a way to use his move to further connections for their family. they knew the mayor and told him to speak with the man when he got settled, and now he was having dinner with his daughter. “yeah, yeah I’ve been good, have you?’ dinners like this were never his strong suit, “must be great then, I’m sure you would know all of the best places.”

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fiona foster:

Fiona wasn’t totally sure if this was a hug-or-handshake type situation, but she’d already begun approaching her old friend with open arms and was powerless to stop the awkward side-hug. Of course he hadn’t known she’d be here - no one outside Woodvale had heard for her in decades. She just hoped this was a happy surprise rather than an awkward one, “I’m gonna take that as… a compliment?” The fitness instructor let go of the hug with a shaky laugh, “What are you even doing here?” Did he mean to get trapped here?

seeing someone you hadn’t seen since you were young was a strange experience, he wasn’t quite sure what to do and he was fairly certain she felt the same. the hug was awkward but he accepted it nonetheless, “yes, it is totally a compliment, I’m happy to see you.” familiar faces in a new town were always a good thing. “i moved here, about a month ago. i needed a change of scenery for my writing and found this place. how long have you been here?”

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thaddeus todd:

“So I can pretty much promise you, it’s going to blow your mind. Pineapple on pizza is the best invention since literal electricity, but since it’s your first time we’re gonna have to go old school, and order the classic ham and pineapple. The salty, savory and sweet delectable goodness !” he whimpers as his mouth waters– trying to contain his excitement. “It’s gonna be so great– so much better than my playing, but anyways–” 

Thaddeus Todd has an awful habit of speaking about himself. the scorpio moon mixed with aquarius sun, all but guarantees that his favorite topic of discussion, next to food, was himself. he tries his hardest to engage in conversation more groundbreaking.  “What’s life like being a writer?” the stereotype immediately popping into the man’s head is The Guy that Corrects his Grammar. “What do writers write about anyways?”   

todd was really setting his expectations for this pizza high, florence doesn’t think he’s ever heard a food be this talked up. but even if it wasn’t as good as he said, just seeing someone be excited about something as simple as a type of pizza was already enough. plus, he had wings to look forward to afterwards anyways. so it really seemed like a win-win situation. as for his playing, all florence offered was a “you’ll get better.”

florence was the opposite of the other man, he rarely spoke about himself. sure, when he went to events with his parents growing up, he would talk about his life and achievements to the other rich adults he was surrounded with, but in normal conversations? it didn’t usually happen. writing was something he could always talk about though, “it’s pretty tame. i get an idea, do some research, try to make the ideas get on paper.” for the second question, he shrugged, “it depends on the writer. i don’t have anything set, i liked writing my crime novel though.” although that one wasn’t as well recieved as his first.

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jackson fontaine​:

“I swear, coffee doesn’t even do anything for me anymore,” Jackson commented, his words coming out pretty rapidly to prove his point - not to mention the soft shaking of his left hand as it hung at his side while his right hand held his nearly empty drink. “This is, like, my third double shot of the day and I’m still feeling nothing.”

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“are you sure you’re feeling nothing?” florence asked, though granted, he could be naturally very hyper, florence didn’t really know him well. “have you tried tea? i don’t know if there will be a difference but it’s probably worth a shot if coffee isn’t working anymore.”

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fiona foster​:

“Is that a Persuad boy I see?” Fiona’s eyes widened across the library, probably speaking a bit too loud for the hushed area. It’d probably been a good twenty-some years since she’d seen any news of the family, but there was once a point where the Persuads and Fosters would’ve spent every holiday together, “You didn’t tell me you were in town!” He might’ve not even known she was here, Fiona was unhelpfully reminded…

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hearing his last name made florence’s head shoot up, the library had quickly become his favorite spot in town but usually his trips here were silent aside from any noises he would make to himself while reading or working on something. it did take a moment for the wheels to turn in his head, but he grinned once he realized who it was. seeing her in woodvale was definitely not what he was expecting, “I had no clue you were here, wow, you are definitely not who i was expecting to see.”

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arthur kumar​:

“Yeah? Thanks, man,” Arthur offers up a nod. He can’t get far without his keys, though it wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to walk home, he’d rather not call a locksmith to break into his car for him. “I know I had them when I went into the aquarium but…I’m not sure about what happened to them after,” He thinks. “I know some people make fun of keeping your wallet on some sort of chain on your pants, but…I might need to invest in something like that for my keys…”

“of course, don’t want to leave someone stranded.” some would say florence was too nice for his own good but, he always figured that it’s better to help someone and be wrong about them than not help someone and be right about them. “did you stop anywhere when you were in there?” and as for the chain for keys, he shook his head, “i think it sounds like a great idea,” he grinned at the man, “i’m florence persaud, by the way.”

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thaddeus todd​:

practice makes perfect– what a cliche! but that dude is 100% right, and Todd hates hearing that his practice ( or lack of it ) is the reason why he’s being such a sore loser. still, eyes scan the menu as he attempts to crack another joke, “Before anyone starts rubbing anything on anyone, we should definitely order food.” if Florence wasn’t already aware of how immature Todd could be, well… the statement continues to hang in the air. “Just kidding– unless…” pursing his lips, he tilts his head to the side as if he were seriously contemplating the situation– “No, I’m kidding.” a chuckle erupts as he attempts to lay out the plan, “We take a break, we eat pizza, you show me how to correct my form with your spectacular luck and then maybe we order wings for later. Do you like honey barbecue or spicy ones…?

“Also spoiler alert– I’m a pineapple on my pizza kind of guy, so if you have objections to that, we may have to scrap that plan and move straight to the arcade games…”

florence was not yet aware of how immature the other man could be, but he was quickly already getting the idea. still, he laughed along with him and listened to his plan, the bowling ball being put away as he moved to sit down across from him. break, pizza, wings later. it sounded like a good plan and he was just hoping he could manage to actually help todd out with bowling, because it’s very plausible he could end up making him worse by just relying on his beginner’s luck. “spicy.” it was always spicy, his own mother’s food used to nearly burn his tongue off so, he’s built up a tolerance for it. 

“I haven’t had it before so, no objections here.”

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eric fisker:

where:  dynasty’s  bar  and  grill

with:  @folkloremstart​

it’s  a  warm  summer  night,  the  man  situated  in  his  usual  spot  at  his  favorite  bar  on  main  street.  it’s  late  enough  that  he’s  already  a  few  drinks  in,  the  desire  to  chat  up  the  patron  to  his  right  washing  over  him.  he  rests  an  arm  on  the  counter,  turning  to  face  them  with  a  raised  brow.  “  you  look  like  you’ve  had  a  long  day,  ”  eric  starts,  and  perhaps  he’s  just  looking  into  it  through  the  wrong  lens,  but  he  thinks  their  expression  tells  enough  of  a  story  that  he  isn’t  wrong  to  make  the  assumption.  “  can  i  buy  you  a  drink  ?  ”

dynasty’s was a new regular spot for florence, it was a good spot for when he wanted food and the occasional drink. which is why he was here tonight. it was one of those days were writing wasn’t working and he figured a drink or two would help him get over it and be ready to start again tomorrow. his attention was turned to someone he assumed was speaking to him. “you could say something like that.” the offer was a good one, and he grinned, “i can’t say no to that.”

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thaddeus todd:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒–

at Lucky Strike Bowling aren’t nearly as good as the nachos that have been devoured within the past couple of minutes. honestly the sounds of pins knocking into each other is kind of knocking on his nerves. why did he agree to this again? the plate– the real subject of his attention, hardly had any cheese left and despite how fast he’s eaten the snack– he’s ready for another round. he’s waving down an attendant server lady to fulfill this request. much to the other’s misfortune, he’s the worst bowling partner, “I don’t know, maybe you should just bowl for me instead, I kinda just wanna eat nachos now…” he offers a shrug as the thunderous sound of another strike fills the air. “It’s not like I’m any good anyways–” of course he wasn’t even trying to begin with… “Oh hey, before I forget maybe we should order a pizza too?”

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bowling was, honestly, new to him. maybe it was a sign of the rich lifestyle he grew up in but there was just never a time for him to try it. things were different here, and he was enjoying the game. even if his partner didn’t seem to be feeling the same. “practice makes perfect.” was florence’s response. he understood enjoying the food though. it was pretty good here. “i think i’m on a lucky streak anyways, maybe it will rub off on you?” part of him was almost tempted to make a joke about the name of the place giving him all of this luck, but the writer held it in. pizza was one thing he could agree on though, “that sounds like a great idea.” maybe a break wouldn’t be so bad.

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belle french​:

“  GET  BACK  HERE  ,  ollie  !  ”  belle  yelled  with  a  frustrated  sigh  as  her  muddy  golden  lab  charged  down  the  street  .  she  trailed  not  too  far  behind  him  ,  apron  in  one  hand  ,   and  shoes  in  another  .   she  was  going  to  be  so  late  .  she  nearly  had  him  in  her  clutches  when  he  turned  a  corner  ,  and  POUNCED  on  an  unsuspecting  guest  .  “  i’m  so  sorry  .  ollie  is  really  lacking  in  the  manners  department.  ”  she  apologized  with  a  sheepish  grin  ,  pulling  the  eager  dog  off  of  them  .

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this town really was as gorgeous as everyone said it was, even just walking down the street was giving him ideas and energy. but clearly not as much energy as the dog that seemingly came out of nowhere from around the corner and pounced on him. it wasn’t long before florence saw the presumed owner, but he didn’t mind too much and even gave her a grin back, “it’s okay, hard to mind when he’s so cute.”