Vivian Gandillon (f_lilredridinhd) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-03-29 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabriel, vivian gandillon |
Who: Vivian Gandillon & Gabriel [OPEN to any bar-goers]
What: Journey down the sunless streets of LA
Where: LA city streets into a local bar
When: Evening
Rating: TBA
As the hushed silence of eternal midnight held its breath, the thick aquatic curtain swept down the gutter and into the sewers below, the streetlamps cast the world in a yellow glow and catching the stranded shadow-drenched figure huddled below. Soaked clothing clinging to her like second skin showing each muscle, each purposeful movement, and peering eyes from around the redbrick corner phosphoresced then turned away.
With the full moon ever nearing, it was difficult in her agony to not cry out for a comforting touch of home; however, Vivian was no fool. And in as much as broke her heart, the young exile couldn’t risk Esmé, or any other member of the pack for that matter, to keep her location a secret. The road to Los Angeles had been a hard road, filled with endless country miles and dizzying switchbacks, all in an attempt to confuse and shake would-be pursuers off her tail; yet, in a moment of weakness, Vivian had unknowingly left a rather large breadcrumb.
Outside a pit stop in Kansas, as dust broke over the sleepy diner phone booth Vivian picked up the receiver and dialed home. Forehead resting against crooked arm, the dial tone abruptly silenced, Vivian listened in startled silence to the sound of Esmé’s unknowing voice answering her child’s call. The familiar, bittersweet grief reverberated on Vivian’s pained heartstrings. Shaming her, but also, steeling her resolve to stay the lonely path. Esmé had suffered such intense pain in her life; Vivian couldn’t bear thought causing her mother anymore pain. But it was better this way, she had told herself. She could protect them this way. She would rather die in exile-- a stranger, a stray-- than further endanger the pack with her treacherous presence. With the blood still fresh on her skin, how could she trust herself around the pack, around Gabriel, when Vivian couldn’t trust herself?
She was a stranger in a strange land: Vivian was truly on her own.
But Vivian had no time to indulge the sharpness of her sorrow and wallow in pity, but in the short time she had dwelt here, the female alpha had eked out the beginnings of decent life. A job at a local dive bar with flexible hours and bosses that didn’t ask too many questions, an affordable apartment to lay her head, and a relatively safe place far from the prying eyes of the city to run in her wolfskin. Life was as good as it could be under the circumstances.
From around the corner, Vivian stalked out on to the rain-slick streets on high alert. With stance tense and ears hard pressed, she scanned the surroundings. All falling under the scrutiny of her eyes, she listened and checked this way and that, cautiously accounting for the source of every shadow, every sound, before continuing onwards. With such dangerous times looming, Vivian was wholly on-edge, fully prepared to unleash her primal response at the slightest provocation, for tonight, all her thoughts were dark.