#chaosaustarter

[aryaundcrfoot]

The sounds of sirens grew louder and louder in Arya’s ears as she sprinted down the alleyway. Her lungs and calves were burning with effort, but stopping now was not an option. She tossed her skateboard over the fence at the end of the alley and began the laborious task of climbing over the entwined metal. Her feet reverberated with shock as she landed on the other side. Arya snatched up her board and took off running again. 

“Robb’s going to fucking kill me.” Arya rounded a sharp corner and pressed her back up against the bricks, breathing heavily. The sirens sounded like they were about to pass, but she noticed a pair of eyes on her. She whipped her head up and narrowed her gaze. “Don’t you say one word. Got it?”

[thearbor-desmera]

The Arbor Winery, just outside of Oldtown

The tasting room was somewhat empty today and though Desmera had a staff that normally ran day-to-day operations of The Arbor while she focused on moving forward, some days she wanted nothing more than to talk to guests about wine and have a glass or two while looking through the wall of windows that overlooked the vineyard. Wine was her passion, even if she could not indulge herself in it as often as she might like. But she had long ago realized that it was here where she felt most like herself. The tasting room had been built with no expenses spared and looked like a chalet, with slanting walls and high ceilings, providing good acoustics and a warm vibe that had brought many a guest back.

Desmera’s dress, while still designer, was decidedly more lowkey than the couture she wore to events or the businesswear she wore to meetings and her hair was held up by a loose ponytail instead of each strand of hair being artfully pulled into place. A glass of Arbor Gold was next to her and she lifted it to her lips to take a short sip. When she set the glass back onto the bar, she heard the door open and a smile grew on her face. “Welcome to The Arbor,” she greeted warmly. “Is this your first time here?”

[stompingonadreamau]

[ mya stone ]

The day was chaotic, Mya was certain she would snap and quit, and yet she always managed to keep a smile on her face and a polite tone. After all, her tips pretty much depended on all of that despite her feelings. She knew she really needed to step it up too. Edric would be off to college so soon, Barra needed a good pair of running shoes, and the twins were definitely going to need braces within the year. Her head was spinning with all of the big costs that would be coming so soon, but still she pressed on. They may have only been her half-siblings, but they held her whole heart and she was willing to do whatever it took to take care of them.

It was near closing time, Sunday brunch had been chaos and the diner was a disaster, Mya and a couple other waitresses began sweeping and wiping up tables, while there was still a few more minutes left until official closing, she prayed that no one else would walk in. Sure enough, as she was bent over sweeping under a table, the bell chimed signaling someone had entered. She let out a soft sigh, wiping the tired look off her face, and turned to smile at them. “Good afternoon! Have a seat wherever you’d like!” She said, going to put up the broom before walking up to them. “What can I get you to drink?”

[aryaundcrfoot]

@idiotbaratheon​

Crack.

The sound of the board snapping against his back was much sharper and louder than Arya had anticipated. Shit. She’d paid a lot for that board too. It was her favorite, but she’d swung it without hesitation. Arya placed herself between the boy squirming in pain and those he and his friends had been tormenting. Her steel grey eyes were burning like molten metal as she glared the rest of the boys down. “Leave them alone!” She nearly growled. If she got in trouble one more time, Robb and Jon would murder her, but this was an exceptional case. In no world could Arya ever let someone go defenseless, especially not against a prissy-boy asshole like the blonde she’d decimated with the skateboard. 

She glanced behind her at the couple now clinging to one another. “Run.” She whispered. “I’ll keep them here.” The two appreciative boys nodded and made a beeline for the nearest coffee house. Arya turned her attention back to the three who had finally gotten over the shock of their friend laying flat on the ground.  The odds were not in her favor in a fight. Her eyes searched around her for a quick out. A ladder, a dumpster near a short roof, an alleyway too small for anyone else to fit down, but the only thing she saw was the red tail lights of a motorcycle down the way. All she had to do was get to it.

Arya reached into her backpack and pulled out one of her cans of spray paint and quickly began to shake it. Two steps and a sweeping spray into the eyes. Then she ran with everything she could muster to the bike, jumping onto the back of it without bothering to ask permission. “Go! Now! Go! Go!”