Vivien Windsor, the Writer

[vivwindsor]

taltalk‌:

                   he does his best to keep calm, warm smile pulling the corner of his mouth,   “ i don’t  mean to interrupt…”   he’s hoping to secure guests, and while actors themselves are far more common, and most times more popular, he likes to interview writers, likes to allow them to share where the stories start, where they begin.   “ i did try to call, but i think i may have gotten the wrong number… ”

she offered a slight shake of her head as she looked at the man who had entered her office. “oh there’s no need to worry about things of that nature. interruptions are a part of the day!” the woman responded as she flashed a slight smile as she looked at him. “and if you need an update on the number, you only need to ask!” vivien responded with a chuckle as she stood up and looked at him.

[vivwindsor]

micahbates‌:

Micah was splattered in crimson by the time he found Vivien’s office. If only he could say it was an unusual look for himself, but that’s showbiz! If it bleeds it leads! That was the spirit! “Howdy!” he greeted back as soon as he opened the door, letting himself in with a wave of the hand. His other hand was occupied with decapitated head, holding it by the strands. All fake! No serial killer here! No siree! He raised it up with pride, a wide smile on his face as he showed it off for her to review. “Get a load of this one! Whatcha think? Hope it’s straight from the old noggin! What a script you’ve got there! A real zinger!”

Viv was not shocked when she saw the blood that seemed to be covering Micah. It was to be expected given the work he did. And a woman like Viv would never complain about seeing him walk around carrying what would seem like a decapitated head. “Oh, Micah dear, that one is so good! I’m so glad you’re having fun working on noggins in your noggin!” She replied with a smile as she tilted her head to the side. “And I’m very glad that you’re enjoying my script! Always working on the next one though.”

[vivwindsor]

Vivien was sat at her desk as she continued work on the script she was writing. There was some strange part of her that had always been pulled to the dark worlds she wrote in. But it snapped her out of it as she heard the door open. Turning around, she offered an extremely warm smile. “Hey there! How are you? Is everything alright? Anything I can help you with?”