#vivian01

[carteravery]

CLOSED STARTER for @viviantrons​

Carter had never felt more out of place anywhere -- the sounds, the colours, the laughter. He honestly didn’t want to be here in the first place but a pact made among friends (if he could even call Nadia that) was a pact nonetheless. Begrudgingly, he dragged his feet around the festival, trying not to grimace too much at every screaming sugar-high child that ran past him. He barely lasted a mere ten minutes when he opted to turn and find a secluded area, away from the sea of people, to find solace in the form of a cigarette. The first deep inhale of nicotine and smoke singed his throat sweetly, steadying his senses; but his little refuge was quickly destroyed by the sight of a familiar looking blonde. “..Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, knowing full well it was too late to avoid the second-last person he ever wanted to see. “...Viv,”. 

[withbitterness]

@vivianhenrix

It’s been a long time since Allison felt as emotionally drained as she's been feeling lately. Her encounter at the diner over a week ago had her taking multiple trips down memory lane, which did nothing to make her feel any better about anything. Avoiding the diner like the plague, Allison found herself mostly keeping to her schedule in a tactic to try to avoid seeing her ex, and it seemed to be working. Except, it did nothing to make her feel better. Now knowing she was in town, Allison felt like every head of blonde hair could be her, every loud, lively laugh could be her, and it was driving her mad. Going home to a small, empty apartment every day also didn’t help. So when one errand had her passing by the pet store, Allison found herself wandering in. A pet was something she had always wanted, but could never afford or felt like she could make time for back home. She still wasn’t sure if she would be able to afford a pet right now in the long run, but she was tired of coming home to an empty house, and now that she was on her own, she felt like she’d have plenty of time for one. A pet was something she wanted, and it was time she got something she wanted. 

The pet store didn’t sell pets, she knew. But it felt like a good first step to finding out what she might need in order to take care of one. Wandering the aisles a little aimlessly, Ali eventually walked over to someone who looked like an employee to help. “Hi! Do you work here? I think I’m in need of a little assistance.” She laughed, a nervous edge to it as she knew she really had no idea what she was doing. “I’m sorta new in town, and I think I want a pet, but I’ve never really had one before, so I don’t got a clue about what to do to get one and what it’ll need and all that.”