Posey couldnât help but give a rather shy but still endearing smile as she couldnât help but feel some sort of connection with the other. She was more vocal and sociable then most of her previous customers and that made it easy to have a conversation with her;Â âSo does this mean you were originally planning on some sort of surprise for me but will no longer do that due to the recent information you were given?â a slight smirk on her face as she couldnât help but playfully tease the other;Â âPurple is a very lovely color I have to admit but I mean I bet I can guess whyâ pausing to think of a quick quip to throw back at the other;Â âItâs because you like to secretly dress up as Violet Beaureguarde from Willy Wonka isnât it?â peaking up at her as she bent down to collect her Violets as requested;Â âWow now I really want to commit a sin that should never be committed and steal your child from you?â allowing Atlas to hold her finger while bending down to hand him a steam of Babyâs breath for him to entertain himself with
Violet didn't understand why she felt so close to her already, there was just something about a person who she could have a good conversation with and who was comfortable about being herself when no one was watching, that kind of thing sung to her, and she loved every second. "Well, no. I just mean if I ever plan on surprising you in future that I will make sure it's not loud or overly shocking." She said with an easy smile, a soft laugh bubbling through her. "It is, although I must say you are rather close with that idea...- but no not quite, you're super close though promise." She said with a wink, laughing brightly. "You can honestly steal my child any time you like, he's a dream to look after. Like your babyâs breath Atlas?" She asked Atlas was already fascinated with the flower, a gentle hand reaching out to stroke the delicate blooms. He looked up at Posey, "pretty." Violet smiled, pressing a kiss to Atlas' forehead. "Yes she is, Atlas, you're right about that." Turning her attention back to Posey she smiled. âWould you like to hold him?â
In all honesty. Posey scared easily. Sudden sounds or movements were enough to even startle the blonde so it really wasnât the others fault; âNo, please there is no need to apologise really. If anything itâs me-⌠I get scared at even a soft sound in a quiet atmosphereâ it had always been like that, and she thought that maybe it was linked to her mild paranoia but who knew really; âViolets? I do actually I got them in stock yesterday. I had a really good feeling they were going to be popular this year and even though my shop has a lot of warm colors I was thinking some Violetâs would be nice-⌠whatâs the special occasionâ making contact with her infant in her arms and smiling; âI am sorry but he is so freaking cuteâ
Violet just wanted to make sure the other felt like it was okay, if she was being honest it had been what she had needed to see, someone just enjoying themself when they didn't expect anyone to be watching. "Remind me never to surprise you with anything that makes a loud noise." She said with a soft chuckle, she really didn't want her to be scared by her presence, it wasn't like she was a scary person, at least she thought she wasn't. "Violets are always popular with me, I really love anything to do with purple honestly, but I bet you'll never in a million years guess why I like them without me telling you, aside from the fact that they make a room look nice, but that's the same with any flower I've ever had in my house." Atlas let out a reel of giggles, knowing exactly what the word 'cute' meant. "Oh he is, and he knows it, I warn you in advance."
âOkay damn, I didnât know we were playing a game here trying to out do each other. But momma you win.â that was so horrible what had happened to the other that she felt like she might be able to find a friend in the other âIf it helps. Iâve been there. Broke up and divorced my ex husband who is apparently in town at the moment too. Ran into him the other day and I donât know if he was easy on the eyes or if I should gauge my eyes for still finding him attractiveâ it was such a predicament wasnât it? âOh please join me, I need someone to prevent me from jumping up on this bar to start singing that Katrina and the Waves songâ
"I wasn't trying to outdo you I swear, just have a bad habit of oversharing, definitely wasn't a competition in that sense." She didn't even really know why she had said so much, but maybe it was the glass of wine talking, and she really had started to move into that buzz and felt like letting someone know her life story. "Hey, you had to think he was attractive at one point so it makes sense that you still think he looks good, doesn't it? I mean I can safely admit that my ex was very attractive." She said with a soft chuckle, ordering another glass of wine. "Alright, you have yourself a deal, as long as you stop me from doing the same thing."
The place was immaculate, she didnât know what she had set foot into but whatever it was, it was lovely and would come back just to find out what it was the other did;Â âI donât think that you wouldnât be not qualified to at least hang out with me maybe? Especially if you are putting a closed sign on your door. The least I could do to say sorry for disturbing you would be to buy you dinner if you were interested in finding some places around here that are worth the look or two?â proposing the idea to the other
Violet had a habit of keeping her house neat and tidy, she didn't know why but there was just something about having a home that looked like it was fresh and tidy, it seemed to soothe the people who came to talk to her. "Well, as long as you don't mind a mini-me joining us, he's asleep at the moment but he's about to wake up and be incredibly hungry, so if you're okay with that then yes I will say absolutely I'm ready to go find some nice places to eat, though I don't think there's quite as many as there used to be."Â
lucia morales, princess of panic. evident in the utterly obnoxious clicking of glittered acrylics across her phone, the girl anxiously glares at the email from her next client. be at lax by 6:00am, it read, signed off without a trace of optimism. this is it, her big make or break moment of her social status. cell tucked in her skirt pocket, delilah continues to browse the boutique racks, urgently looking for some type of wow factor to appear between hangers. nose scrunches in dissatisfaction, before tapping on the shoulder of the other person at her side. â hi, you look like you could give me good advice, i need your help, â lucia piped, free hand gripping onto her purse straps. â so, major dilemma going on. iâve got a HUGE client to style back in los angeles next week. cool, right ? but hereâs the bad part, and i mean really bad in my books ⌠iâve got no inspiration. nada, absolutely nothing is inspiring me. but since youâre here, and not busy, i suppose, do you think i could pick your brain for just a few hours and try and style you ? itâd be like a little shopping spree, makeover hangout âsesh. iâll even take you out to eat, so youâre not super hungry. what dâya say ?  â Â
Violet, ever the optimist about most things had thrown herself into a day off, having the forethought to book around the day, needing a day just to remember herself and who she was after the divorce and in town, of course, she had her son in toe, almost everywhere she went she took Atlas, he seemed to be like an anchor for her. So when she decided to stop in to get some fresh clothing she hadn't expected the tap on the shoulder, nor to be questioned about her fashion. If she was being honest she just always liked to look like she was a little dressed up in something elegant, she didn't know why it was just a nice way to feel more like herself. "Well, I do have a day off, and if you don't mind this one joining in the fun then I definitely can see myself helping you out with things. Although I must say I'm not entirely a modern fashion fiend, I prefer timeless pieces."
Thea had only been in Ballard for a few hours and wasnât going to be sitting around and doing nothing - not if she could help it - she had an inquisitive mind and she wanted to see what the town had to offer; âHello?-âŚâ she pushed the door open slowly making sure that the opening hours on the door matched the time right now and that she wasnât walking in to someoneâs home. She would feel more then awful if that happened; âI was wondering if you could help me find my way around town? Iâm kind of a bit lostâ { @ballardstartâ }
Violet had just finished with a client and she was just about to turn the sign on her door to closed, the beauty about working from home was that you managed to make your place look homely and comfortable with clients and you didn't have a trip home after work. "Oh hi!" Violet replied with a warm smile on her face. "Well, truth be told I haven't been here long, but I grew up here so if I'm not qualified to show you what you need I don't know who is."
âSo I would hate to be cliche with the whole âNew Year, New Meâ bullshit that people say but can we make a exception that itâs acceptable because itâs a new decade and I really am trying to get my feet back on the trackâ allowing herself to pick up the glass talking to someone that was opposite her; âAlso for the fact that I am pretty sure I am another drink away from getting absolutely drunk and words or statements that are said while drunk can not be held accountable for-⌠everyone knows thatâ clinking her glass with the others { @ballardstartâ }
"Well, considering my last year I am absolutely on board with the 'New Year, New Me' thing, considering last year involved a divorce and becoming a single mother Iâm ready to just write last year off as a complete pass." She said with a soft sigh, enjoying a rare moment where she actually had a baby sitter available for her child. "I'd say I'm a few more drinks away from that just yet, but I can definitely feel a little bit of a buzz starting to get here, so, a few more drinks and I'll be right there with you."Â Joining her glass with the others and finishing off the last of her wine glass.
âOH FUCK!â the young girl yelped when she realized one of the blisters on her palms had REOPENED and she was now dripping blood. one of the downsides of playing the drums almost 24/7 and her hands never forgave her for it. kylie pressed pressure onto it, illy prepared as she went up to the closest person, âhi, hi! SOSâŚdying here. no, not dying justâŚbleeding. you wouldnât happen to have likeâŚa napkin or a tissue or better yet any bandages?â
@ballardstartâ
(pls assume connections! sheâs been in town her whole life!)
If there was one thing Violet was always ready for it was the unexpected, and considering that she definitely always carried a first aid kit given that she had a child, it was almost a stroke of luck that she knew what to do when it came to blood. "Hey, yes actually, always over-prepared." She said with a soft chuckle, fetching her first aid kit from her bag and pulling out a few squares of a gauze pad and a bandage. "This definitely ought to help."
Sometimes when Persephone thought the store was quiet or there was no one in there - because there was always a spot in the day where she had a few hours to herself - she liked to turn the dial up just that little bit louder on the radio as she was wrapping up some online orders. She didnât expect so many after the Christmas break but it looked like there was quite a few to do, so many in fact that she didnât hear the chime of the bells. So when she sensed the presence behind her, her hand flew to her chest gasping; âOh my stars! I am so so sorry I didnât-⌠this is so unprofessional of meâ flying to the radio at a rapid place turning it down as she positioned a smile in place; âI am Persephone, owner of Enchanted Gardens-⌠how can I be of assistance?â
Violet loved watching people when they weren't looking or expecting her to be there, did that make her creepy? She didn't know, but she loved seeing people's idiosyncrasies when they weren't expecting it. There was something about walking into the shop today that felt like exactly what she needed to see, someone just enjoying themselves. She couldn't help herself, she picked up Atlas' hand and began dancing around the room with him. An apologetic smile formed on her face as the other realized that she was even there. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you quite like that." She said with a small grimace as she stepped closer. "Don't worry about being unprofessional, you're a really good dancer and look good doing it, but I was just wondering if you had any violets in stock?"
Claire Holt. Thirty. Female. She/her.  |  did you see Violet Mayfaire this morning on main street? i heard they werenât heading towards the protests. theyâve been in ballard for a short time but were born in Ballard and last time i spoke to them, they were an artist, musician & therapist. if i remember correctly, theyâre a virgo and they remind me of violets, art galleries & that perfect shade of red lipstick probably because theyâre dependable and possesive.Â
Violets life started out relatively normal, it was her birth that held all the drama, her parents were rather high class in Ballard and so Her parents were swingers, so when one of their hookups wound up pregnant a lot of hush money was paid out and Violet was brought into her parents home and their hookup was relocated to a new home. Fortunately, her father had a type so to this day Violet still has no idea that her mother is not hers biologically. The rest of her upbringing had no drama, she received straight A's in school, and went on to work at getting a degree in therapy.
She met her husband during her first year in college, they were both on the exact same course, but her husband dropped out and moved into his family's business, and two short years later they were married. Violet spent ten years working on her degree, but at twenty-five, they had to move to a new town because her husband was expanding into another town, so she continued her degree via correspondence and continued to provide some support by selling her art and giving music lessons while she wasn't studying, but all of her hard work wasn't enough for her husband, and he wanted her doing more to help. It was simple little things at first, where he wanted her to add a few extra things into her day, which at first were easy to manage, but with studying, giving lessons, and trying to keep up with his demands she was struggling.
She found out she was pregnant when she was twenty-nine and they started fighting not long after. The wonderful person she had seen in her husband was slipping away in front of her eyes and she was figuring out that he wasn't the nicest person like she really did think he had been for the longest time, and yet she couldn't pull herself away, clinging to the fact that he might have changed. But after Atlas was born she realized that was not in fact how this was going to go, so with a thought about what she could do now she left in the middle of the night, moving into a hotel, trying her best just to exist. She moved in with her parents who now lived in New York, she lived there for a few years until she could settle her divorce, in which she got the house, car, and money and he got the business. But everything was tainted with sadness, and she just wanted to get out. So she packed up yet again and headed back home.
She's only been here a week but she can already see it's not what it used to be. She doesn't know where she's going from here, but she has her son, she had the forethought to keep his surname as her maiden name, and she changed her surname back to Mayfaire, but looking at life as a single mother sure wasn't where she planned on her life going.
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