Pine's Anatomy

Vivian Grace Pine. New Yorker, 28. A medical doctor. But strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem... she wouldn’t be where she is today if she weren’t a wolf under that wool suit. In her words,"I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust - I will be inevitable.

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mechvniic·:

“I’d say punch them, but that probably be more trouble than it’s worth.” A laugh left her lips as she shot a quick glance down to her own outfit, she supposed to anyone else who didn’t know the blonde would assume she was in a costume.

“Oh, this is actually my work clothes - I’m not the dressing up type.. But, at least I know I can pass it off as a costume.”

     “That requires a bit of energy and I’m not wasting it on that. Besides, if I wanted to do it, I’d find someone to do it for me,” she flashed her signature grin as she was spoking both teasingly and seriously at the same time. “Oh, sorry,” the blonde offered an apologetic smile, “it definitely can so you don’t have to bother with anything else. I’m Vivian, by the way. Vivian Pine.”

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anthreynolds·:

“Indiana Jones?” Anthony repeated with a guffaw. He shook his head and tugged on his hair in mock frustration. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Dude, ’Indiana Jones’ didn’t develop and publish the Theory of frickin’ Evolution. He didn’t transform the way we understand the natural world. Hell, he doesn’t even exist! Charles Darwin on the other hand…”

Although he’d just sat down, Anth jumped back to his feet. The beard around his chin jostled with the impact and became comically lopsided. Motioning down to his clothes for emphasis, he continued with his little speech. “…Charles Darwin was, and still is, a revolutionary. He threw a spanner in the works and changed the whole of science. If you ask me, a guy deserves to get laid after all of that. Fuck Indiana Jones. Don’t get me wrong, Harrison Ford is a handsome guy, but anyone in their right mind would choose Darwin. You tellin’ me that you wouldn’t screw a revolutionary, Viv?”

     “You do remember that you’re talking to a medical doctor, no?” Vivian threw in as she continued to listen to him. The way he was talking about Darwin was probably more emotional than a lot of lovers talked about each other. Truth be told, Vivian didn’t know was she fascinated by his love and appreciation of Darwin, or was she a bit scared. “Yeah, but Indy is reaaaaaaally handsome and hot. And also, that hat of his, and the way he isn’t scared of anything.. I don’t know, Anthony, he’s a pretty cool guy.” Vivian teased because in a way, she was loving the way he was taking her words so seriously. With a small shrug, she responded. “I wouldn’t go for Darwin, no. Don’t get me wrong, I love a man who knows how to use his brain, but Indy does it on much sexier way while also being way too sexy for his own good.”

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anthreynolds·:  

“And here I was, thinking I was about to do you a favor,” Anthony chuckled. In his hands, he held a purse the same shade of red as the ears atop Vivian’s head. He’d watched it fall out of her bag just moments before and had been amused when she hadn’t noticed. “A weaker man might’ve pocketed it for himself, or at the very least helped himself to a few notes, but luckily for you, I just-so-happen to be a gentleman.”

“Charles Darwin,” he introduced himself, sticking out a hand for her to shake. Beneath the huge white beard covering the bottom half of his face, Anthony grinned ear-to-ear. “Naturalist, geologist, biologist and the leading savior of pretty ladies’ sequin purses. Mind if I sit?”

      The blonde bunny softly smiled upon lifting her eyes up to meet the ones of her savior. “My very own knight in a shining armor. You should have gone as King Arthur, Anthony,” Vivian teased back as she thanked him for picking up her bag. It was one of her favorite ones, a vintage Dior that was first owned by her grandmother, then her mother, and now Vivian. “Well, Mr. Darwin, it’s truly an honor, although,” she gave him a once over before she put on a warm smile, “couldn’t you go as Indiana Jones? Charles Darwin won’t get you laid, but Indy definitely could.” Vivian teased.

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jlcith·:

The man, clearly drunk, stumbled back into the party. Rudely pushing past Jack as he made his way, which got the drunk man harshly pushed back into. The devil horns tilted on Jack’s head as he walked, head nodding in sync from the music which leaked from the party. He would’ve enjoyed himself more, if he had some pills to ease him up, but as soon as Jack would pull them out everyone would know. 

“I think he’s gone back in to bother someone else.” He explained, eyes casting back towards the door, before finally falling onto the girl.

     “Is he? Well,” she followed the guy’s gaze and soon noticed on her own how the said moron was indeed bothering some other girl. “Lucky her,” the blonde sarcastically replied before her lips formed a smile upon noticing the devil horns on the guy’s head. “That’s a pretty nice set of horns. Are those a part of a costume or you conveniently letting them out tonight?” Vivian teased.

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mechvniic·:

Hearing the words which came from the blonde, Lorna couldn’t help the laugh which passed through her lips. A hand dragging through her blonde locks, the slightest frown at the oil which tanged the ends of her hair. As much as she had wanted to be part of the costume party, the engine she had been fixing - decided to explode on her instead. Although, a mechanic could count as a costume. 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not here to get into your panties.” 

       “Oh,” Vivian waved it off as she laughed, “I thought you’re yet another idiot of a guy who simply has to say something regarding this costume.” The blonde perhaps went too far with her choice, but considering she was wearing a white lab coat all day and night, she deserved to show some skin from time to time, even if that meant wearing a Playboy’s Bunny costume. “See, next time I’ll just go as a mechanic. Good idea,” Vivan commented in a thick New York accent.

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         “That’s not going to get you into my panties,” Vivian brushed off the nasty remark thrown at her by some guy as she was sitting on a bench waiting impatiently for her Uber to arrive. “Moron,” Vivian was not a fan of costume parties, but she loved parties so if wearing a costume was necessary, then she’d do it. Clenching her phone in her hands, her eyes glued to the Uber app, she heard footsteps approaching her. “Here we go again,” she said loud enough for the person to hear her.

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Meet:  ( Amber Heard, 28, she/her/her’s ) ‒ Oh, that’s just [ Vivian Pine], you know, the [ Medical Doctor ]. I heard they’ve been living in Summer Bay for [ eight months ], and currently reside in [Mactler House]. And, you didn’t hear this from me, but there’s a quiet rumour that [ she left a fiance on the altar back in NYC ].

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CHARACTER AESTHETIC: SURGEON

“to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived —  that is to have succeeded.”

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Dancing In the Dark

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charliemcgreggor:

“I’d never leave ya,” Charlie said, smirking as he looked down at the blonde. His tone was light, but he realized he meant it, and that was the scary part– he felt an attachment to Vivian that he hadn’t seen coming. If anything, it hit him like a train. It was troubling for more than one reason: she was young and he wasn’t, he had a kid alarmingly-close to her age, and for all he knew, she had someone else in her life to turn to whenever he wasn’t around. Not that Charlie was any different, free of commitments and never properly settling down, but he still felt a twinge of jealousy, which he quickly shook off. “Somethin’ tells me that if I wanted to see you naked, I wouldn’t have to get you skinny dipping,” he teased, and took a drink from his own plastic cup of beer. On stage, the singer was getting into the first verse of her next song. “But, y’know, since everyone’s over here for the show, I’m willing to bet the end of the beach is lookin’ pretty empty right about now…” He let the word trail off, turning to look at the stage once again. Vivian was clearly enjoying herself, so if she wanted to stick around for the show, he’d have no qualms, but he also liked being alone with her, away from prying (or judgmental) eyes. If he wanted to get close to her, to kiss her, could he even do that here? In public? He didn’t know how he felt about it, or how she did. They weren’t even a couple, after all. Not strangers, either. They were just… somewhere in-between.

                   Vivian ever so slightly rolled her eyes, along with a couple of shakes of her head, clearly not believing him. A small chuckled followed before she laughed. “I’m not surprised; no one can really leave me.” The blonde teased back, taking his statement as an obvious joke. Because, even though she knew he had looked her differently than most other women in his bar, she was still just a young woman he wanted to take to his bed. All of the magic, as she recalled calling it, would disappear after that. Charlie was a bachelor, a man who perhaps wanted many things, but to lose his freedom wasn’t on the menu. But then, it wasn’t something Vivian wanted as well, and it was beyond her why she was even thinking in that way about him? About this between them being something more than just a casual fling? “Oh, look at him, so confident about knowing what could make me lose my clothes,” but she didn’t know what she wanted, or actually, when she wanted it. To be entangled in his sheets, their bodies wrapped around each other, his hands on her back, yes, she definitely wanted that, but when... it was a bit of problem. Charlie got under her skin and it wasn’t meaningless for her, she was well aware of it, and that was confusing, not to mention how scared she was because of it. “Fine, take me to the end of the beach.” The blonde was fearless, and she would not allow for something so trivial as feelings to stop her from having any fun. That fear would have to be put under her control, just like she’d have to start looking at Charlie as just yet another man in her life.. all of the feelings she had for him would have to be ignored. How he got to her in such a way was beyond her, but damn that night at his porch. And the way his lips felt against hers.

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mikeyjy:

Rather than brushing away her apologies again, Mikey simply nodded, it was easier to just accept them then argue against them. Still he blamed himself, he didn’t have to mention her at all, he could’ve been clearer, if only three years after didn’t feel like hardly a day had passed since she was gone. “Yeah, sure,” he agreed, leaving would selfishly only make her feel worse. “I’m gonna go find some ice, meet you out front?”

    Vivian walked out of the locker room only to find Mikey waiting for her in front of the door. She still felt a bit guilty for assuming he was a man slut, well actually a cheater, but a cup of coffee would have to solve that for her. “Hey, I’m done. Thank you for waiting for me,” she adjusted her Louis Vuitton Neverfull bag on her shoulder as she smiled. “So, where do you want to go? I kind of not mind any place, as long as they have a good espresso. Or,” she started, “if you want something stronger, Smokey’s a great place.”

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evarobertson:

“better than that night” eva replied “for sure” the money vivian had given her allowed dahlia and her to leave the house for a while before they had to go back. her mother had been better but she was sure she would get back to going missing soon but she wouldn’t tell that to vivian, she didn’t want any more money.

       “That’s great to hear, Eva.” Vivian wondered for how long that kind of state would last. Growing up with an addict, being the one to raise her own little sister, trying to provide for them instead of being a teenager, that had to take a toll on Eva. “You’re still working at Smokey’s, right?”

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zhuzhuchiang:

 Today was most certainly the day that Zhu Zhu had been waiting for, all week, ever since he had found about the festivities. I mean, sure, everything else was fun, too. He lived the wine tasting, and the fireworks were beautiful, and there were… well, there were parts of the talent show that was kind of interesting to watch, he guessed. 

 But this? This was what he had been waiting for.

 The Arts and Crafts Fair.

 Zhu Zhu had signed up for it as soon as he found out it was a thing, submitting his portfolio and application and putting down the payment for a booth. He had barely gotten any sleep last night, he was so excited. He was one of the first people to show up, unloading all of his work; he had a plethora of massive paintings, in all sorts of styles, from landscapes to abstract to portraits to… just, really, the most random things. There was a painting of someone eating flowers. Another of feet sticking out of the water in a pink bathroom. One of a group of hairless cats. 

 He was proudly set up at his table, waiting impatiently for anyone to come along and check out his work. He had been here for a few hours already, but it was early and so far, patrons were slow to come. He had yet to make any sales… But at this point, just the attention would be welcome… 

        Whenever she could, she opted to walk back home from the hospital. Even though she spent all of her time in the hospital basically walking from patient to patient, running from floor to floor, or to simply put it, she spent it always standing on her feet, she needed to rest her mind afterwards and what was better than a simple walk? Even better, today was the The Arts and Crafts Fair, so despite the fact that Vivian was not so keen on that kind of art, she was interested enough to see just how much were other people creative. “What’s with this group of hairless cats?” The blonde asked as she stood in front of one table that held a various group of paintings, but that one was kind of strange, yet interesting. It was a bit funny too? “Why hairless cats?” But the painting was also cool, or at least it seemed so the more attention Vivian was paying to it. 

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andimichaels:

“Oh I thought you were my…. Someone I know. In this light you just..I thought I recognized you.” He smiled as he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you too, Vivian.” He slipped his hands in his pockets after greeting her. “Sorry I was staring. I never mean to.”

     “Well, you never know, you might have seen me somewhere before,” as in the pages of magazines or newspapers, a lot of different websites, the possibilities were endless, truly, but she wouldn’t be mentioning that. “It’s okay, I’m used to.” She laughed because she meant it as a joke, but to be honest, it was really nothing but plain truth. “You’re waiting for someone or?”

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saintphoenixthoreau:

The manner in which she spoke of this so-called “date” led him to believe she was less than thrilled about the later engagement, although he spoke nothing on the topic, knowing those sort of intricacies of her life were of none of his business, not to mention interest. Besides, there was no denying that she was a woman of beauty, but he knew better than to let him blind him for what he was there for: her stories. 

“Thank you for coming,” the poet replied, requiring but a flickering of blue eyes to her before recognizing the manner in which her skin produced goosebumbs, and he took it upon himself to rise from his seat. “We don’t have to sit here; we can go inside. I just sat here to wait for you. It’s a bit chilly without a jacket now.”

      “Oh, don’t even mention it. I’m happy to help you in any way I possibly can,” Vivian waved it off as she thankfully nodded to his offer of going into the cafe rather than sitting on its terrace. “That would be great. I hate wearing jackets, but even I have to admit that summer is about to be over and a jacket is kind of necessary,” she offered a small smile as she waited for him to lead the way into the inside of the cafe. The blonde had to admit that she was quite curious of the questions he had for her, and for the first time in her life, she was genuinely excited about being interviewed. Usually, people would interview her because of her last name and her lifestyle, especially about taking over the role of Manhattan’s it-girl, which was so annoying to her because why were people so damn interested in her life? Now, for the first time in her life, someone wanted to ask her questions because of the career she chose for herself.

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snakeramsey:

Snake knew that Vivian’s name wasn’t simply a coincidence; she wasn’t a Rothschild simply by name, a distant cousin 5 times removed. However, he never questioned why she was here in such a sleepy town instead of living it up in the big city with all the riches she had. Instead, he chose to ignore how a woman like her was on the wrong side of town in a place where she didn’t truly belong, at least by the standards of her family duties.

He laughed at her mention of a different kind of signature, adding his written one to the sketch in front of him. The normal curves of an ‘S’ were sharp and pointed, connected to the ‘R’ of Ramsey. “And what kind of signature are you thinking of, Blondie?” Snake asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to see what the answer would be if he called her out on it.

“I know what you mean,” he said after thinking over what she said about cheaters, taking a drink from the bottle of water that was sitting on the counter. Snake had been cheated on only once before, when he was still in his twenties. A long time friend decided that Snake’s girl should also be his girl, and the girl let it go on for a year. Eventually, someone found out and let him know. Every memory that the two of them had was ruined, and his skin felt like it was crawling for weeks after finding out.

      Vivian lowered her gaze to the sketch in his hands, eyeing it carefully as she watched him finishing his signature. “Blondie, is that my nickname? I’m flattered,” she said through a small smile as she was staring at the sketch of phoenix. It was beyond gorgeous, and somehow, it was just so perfect for her, as if it was screaming her name, calling her. He did it, he made her a perfect tattoo, the one that would definitely find its place on her skin one of these days. “That’s the one, that’s my next tattoo,” she said with an admiration as she planted a soft kiss on his cheek, after finally taking her eyes away from the drawing. “Oh, you just want to hear it aloud, don’t you? You naughty, naughty man,” Vivian laughed. “The more biological signature,” to which she laughed even more.

Eying curiously as she shifted a bit in his lap, Vivian tried to read him, but decided it would be simpler if he’d just tell her. “You mean, you were the one who was cheated on or the other way around?” It had to be the former, but with people these days, you just never knew. Not that she’d be judging him, it was none of her business.

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Dancing In the Dark

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charliemcgreggor:

In the days that followed Charlie’s odd encounter with Vivian –the one that ended with them talking all night and kissing on his front porch, of all places– he’d been having a hard time thinking about anything else. He’d buried himself in work, let his mind drift to Jill and to his daughter (both of who had made recent appearances in Hickory Creek), and tried to not linger on what happened between him and Viv. But it was hard. He didn’t even know what it meant, if it meant anything at all, and if Vivian was unsure of where they stood, Charlie was certainly in the same boat. He’d taken a chance by inviting her to the final day of the festival. It was a friendly gesture, at least, despite the definition of “friendly” feeling quite blurred between them. Now, with her by his side again, Charlie found himself stealing glances at the blonde, looking free and beautiful as she swayed to the music. “Yeah, honestly, I have no idea who the headliner is,” he admitted with a chuckle, though he doubted Vivian would be surprised. “I might get out of here before she comes on, though. Y’know, to avoid the real crowd. I don’t feel like gettin’ trampled tonight.” He looked up towards the stage and to the young woman performing on it, but couldn’t keep his attention focused there. Vivian was directly on his mind despite how hard he was trying to be casual about the whole situation. She was hard to forget. “Maybe I’ll go swimming instead. Or skinny dipping,” he said, clearly teasing, but keeping a straight face. “The water can’t be that cold.”

     “Me neither, but all I know is that the headliner is a country artist and that is not actually my cup of tea,” Vivian shrugged it off as she took a sip of her beer, starting to lightly dance to the rhythm. She was one of those people who loved music no matter what, and sooner or later, with the right people around her and right drink in her hands, she’d start to have a good time. “Oh, is that so, Charlie? What, you’re already planning to leave me?” The blonde teased, but was curious of what his answer would be, just as she was curious of what was going through his head. Was he like her, thinking of what this between them really was? Was it a date or was it just something? Truth to be told, Vivian knew that she was not just one of many to him. Charlie proved that to her that night when he showed her that he respected her, all of her being and wishes, not minding she wanted to take it slow. But, was he still thinking the same? That was the question, was he still seeing her as someone special or had that moment passed with that night? Vivian, on the other hand, had found herself thinking about that night with him quite often. Even more so, she hadn’t appeared in Smokey’s ever since that night because as simple as that, she didn’t know what were they. Plus, she really didn’t want to see him flirting with some other woman. Was that fair considering she was doing the same with Killian? Perhaps not, but Killian was not just someone random. Just like Charlie, he found a way to crush a couple of her walls. “Skinny dipping, ha?” The blonde shook her head being quite amused with her date, “is that your way of trying to see me naked?”