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Tweak says, "you make my heart go boom boom"

Vivian. (vivianthorpe) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-07-17 23:10:00

Entry tags:

character_development, harry_fisher, vivian_thorpe

Subject: On the job: 13 years ago.
Who: Vivian Thorpe.
Where: A street in London.
Warnings: Fruity language. Otherwise TBC.
Open to: Harry Fisher.
Backdated 13 years. Vivian is 16, Harry is 18.

It was fucking freezing, and Vivian had already been out here for a good two hours. She'd had one punter, and that was it so far. Hardly enough for supper. Anyway, it was getting late, so there was no supper at all at this rate. She'd have to work through the night, and perhaps beg. Oh, and poor Lil and Benny and the others, they being looked after by Trish, and they'd no doubt be starving...

She forced thoughts of her siblings from her mind as she rubbed her hands together, wandering along the pavement for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Fucking cold. As it got later, it would get colder, and she'd no doubt be able to see her breath soon, and she needed to keep her mind on the task in hand. Her family were Trish's responsibility now, as the second oldest, and Viv had left home to work, which she was currently trying to do. It was important, and not just for the money; more work meant more physical excertion which meant heat. Body heat.

Not to mention, in a sad way, company. For a sixteen-year-old, slight like she was, walking the streets at night wasn't just lonely. It was dangerous.

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social_climber
2008-07-22 03:21 pm UTC (link)

"No promises." He agrees, looking over to her and leaning back in his chair, not concentrating on the knife in his hand and completely missing the potatoe in the other, and managing to deeply slicing his thumb. He cursed, setting the knife and vegetable down, and sucking on the wound, cursing again. "Funny you manage my arm." He manages around the digit in his mouth, before getting to his feet. "Lemme have a look..." He said, in responce to her request to find her hair grip. "What is it? What's it look like?" He asked her, getting to his knees to look under the broken table.

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vivianthorpe
2008-07-22 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Viv gasped as he cursed; he'd hurt himself again! She sighed as he got to his knees, kneeling down beside him and taking his hand, not hesitating as she then put Harry's thumb in her own mouth. The taste of blood didn't bother her. "You aren't doing well today," She spoke around his thumb, reaching for the cloth and wrapping it around the digit once she was sure it was clean enough. Out of the corner of her eye, something shone, and she sighed, grabbing her clasp. "There you are." She reclasped her hair, then paused, before climbing under the table, sitting down and smiling out at Harry. "Remember when your mum used to scare me and I'd hide under the table?"

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