Who: Ariadne and Arthur What: Reunited and it feels so good Where: In town When: Ariadne’s arrival Warnings: Unkempt, tieless, awkward Arthur Status: Closed
Before he’d come to this place, Arthur would never have left the house in anything less than a dress shirt and tie. A suit, most days. Occasionally he’d dress down with a shirt, tie, and sweater vest. HIs tie represented class and dignity, it made him feel like someone who was important, someone who had his shit together.
Less than a week in Madison Valley, and he was already sleeping with women he didn’t know, taking drugs, and leaving his tiny apartment in a wearing a wrinkled shirt and jeans, a beanie on his head. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, his unwashed, uncombed hair hidden beneath the beanie. He avoided mirrors, because the image staring back at him looked like something out of a horror movie, the eyes hollow and unfamiliar.
He grabbed a sandwich from a deli, walking as he ate it. He made his way to the fountain in the square and sat down to rest. When he finished the sandwich, Arthur who was known for picking up other people’s trash and putting it in the bin let the paper wrapping fall from his hand to the ground without a second thought. It hovered around his feet for a moment before the wind carried it away, already forgotten.