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[center [Abel Avalon, Oregon is a sleepy, ideal mountain town that time has seemingly forgot. The only way to get to the town is by the train that passes through its terrain. It's closed off to the world, and full of secrets. 【 Ink 】has lived there off and on throughout their life with their grandparents, and after the death of their grandparents, rather than sell the home, 【 Ink 】reaches out to people that they've known throughout their life to come and help pay for the mortgage on the large home.
Their friends- college grads, dropouts, or otherwise seemingly soul searching millenials are more than eager to take 【 Ink 】up on their offer only to discover that Avalon is full of far more secrets than its inhabitants are willing to let on.]]
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[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/HLSrk8I.png]] [center [pic https://orig00.deviantart.net/51d5/f/2013/034/2/0/_next__button_pixel_by_blackrabbit_25-d5tq8gw.gif]][center [font "Arial" Clipping the stem of the blue orchid, two dainty hands gently shook the flowers to get rid of the excess water before placing it in a hourglass shaped vase. Pulling out a long blue ribbon, she snipped the ends and effortlessly wrapped the fabric around the neck of the glass tying it into a beautiful bow. Carefully placing the finished product on the corner of the counter, she admired her work. Grabbing a piece of pastel card stock, the florist took a pen and wrote in swirling letters, [i 'Congratulations, may you have many prosperous years together.']
Just as she was cleaning up, the bell above the door grabbed her attention. An elderly woman entered the room humming to herself. Her kind eyes sparkled at the young employee as she limped towards the counter.
[b "Ah Miss Avery, you always do such beautiful work. I am so glad you spend your days here with an old lady like me."]
The cobalt haired girl smiled in admiration at the woman's sentiment. Tucking a strand of loose bang behind her hear, Avery let out a small laugh. [b [#003399 "Granny, this is a wonderful place to be, I appreciate the opportunity."]] She replied in a sing-song voice.
Avery had been working at 'Granny's Boutique,' all throughout high school. When she returned from her academic career, her job was waiting for her and she was grateful.
Just as she was about to say something else, her eyes paused on the clock over head. She was going to be late to meet with her brother to pack the house. Avery had been putting off packing for a long as possible honestly. She wasn't sure if she was ready to leave her childhood home. She wasn't sure if she was ready to leave her mother. Although her mother had been gone for close to a year, she still felt her presence in the halls, the bedrooms, the gardens.
Avery really did look like a hipster girl from Oregon with her old cornflower blue Volkswagen Beetle packed with her belongings. Boxes were tied to the roof, the hatchback was open with bags almost spilling onto the road, and the back seat was packed to the ceiling. She was lucky she didn't have to go far. It had been six months since her mother had died and she decided to move with her brother from their childhood farmhouse just a couple miles away into a new place filled with all of her friends. It would be a good change for her.
Parking out front of the house, she peered up at the structure. It was just how she remembered it. Her heart thudded in her chest as she let out a nervous exhale. She hadn't seen a lot of her friends since her mother had died and she didn't know what to expect. Putting on a brave face, she exited her car and began to unload.
Avery was quite the sight strolling up to the door with a massive backpack that most likely weighed more than the poor girl, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, and pulling a little red wagon behind her. In this red wagon there were two aquarium tanks stacked on each other and a rather large cat carrier. She couldn't remember if she had told her housemates that she was bringing a few [i friends.] The tank on the bottom had a big leopard tortoise that had to weigh at least twenty-five pounds. He was the size of a dinner platter. In the case above him, a chocolate snake was curled up in the corner mushed against the glass taking a snooze. What creature could possibly be in the cat carrier? Of course the eclectic florist couldn't have a regular cat, no, she had to have a fluffy Maine Coon. Golden fur stuck out through the slits in the crate. If the wagon full of animals wasn't enough, Avery hadn't forgotten her beloved parrot, Earl. He was still at home in his very, [i very] large cage. She had no idea how she was gonna transport that here. Smiling sheepishly, she knocked on the door.
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[Cutive+Mon Evangeline's phone buzzed and lit up when it received the message. She excitedly grabbed it and scanned through, a small smile on her face when she read the signature. It was super cute that Paisley had given all his friends little nicknames like that, names he thought described them. She slid the phone into her back pocket and moved over to Persephone's aquarium.
"[b Alright Seph, time to go. I promise it'll only be for a little bit,]" Eve said as she gently cradled the snake and placed her into a small plastic bin. She snapped the lid shut and picked it up, careful not to jostle it too much as she carried it down the stairs. "[b That's everything, Mom! I promise to come back and visit soon, I love you!]" Eve called into the kitchen where her mother was making up some other crazy concoction. It only took a few seconds for the woman to putter into the front hallway, wiping flour and green food coloring onto her apron and ashy blonde hair tied in a frizzy bun atop her head.
"[+blue I love you too, dear. I'll try to hold off your father's renovations to your room for as long as I can,]" Eve's mother, Caroline, said with a light chuckle. She pulled Eve in close for a hug and kiss, and gently patted Persephone's travel container. "[+blue Drive safely, let me know when you get there. And if you kids ever need a home-cooked meal, I'm only a call away.]"
"[b I'll be sure to keep it in mind if they ever get a hankering for pepperoni, banana, and chocolate pizza with a side of soy sauce spaghetti!]" Eve called back as she stepped out the door and made her way to her little 2007 Toyota Prius. She gently placed Persephone's container in the passenger seat and buckled herself into the driver's seat.
It was a fairly short drive from Eve's home to Paisley's, only about 10 minutes at a generous estimate. When she arrived, there was only one other vehicle in the driveway, a beat up old Buick she had seen around town here and there. Still, she didn't know who it belonged to, though she trusted Paisley's judgment when it came to roommates. Eve grabbed her phone out of the cup holder and drafted a quick text to her mother to let her know of their safe arrival, then slipped it back into her pocket as she exited the car. She adjusted her beanie, then grabbed her suitcase and carefully balanced Persephone's tank on top of it. With her spare hand, Eve picked up the snake and let her coil around her hand as she walked up to the front door. As was asked of her, she knocked on the door , waited a few moments, and then entered the large home. There were more bags than she had expected in the entry hall, but it was no matter. Eve simply placed her suitcase in a corner as to save space, and continued into the house.
"[b Hey, Lee, its Eve!]" She called out, listening to the vague echo the sheer emptiness of the house gave her voice. Only a moment passed before she heard the sound of chatter coming from somewhere in the house, so she followed the noise, stroking Seph's head gently with her thumb.
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[size11 Marshall scrubbed the heel of his hand against one eye in an attempt to stop his tears before they began. Why should he be sad about any of this? It wasn't as if he hadn't seen something like this coming. He'd been fooling himself for years, just telling himself that his parents were being kind, doing the right thing by taking care of their son. Ha. That was almost laughable to anyone outside of the situation if they were to see all of the factors. Marshall had chosen to ignore the factors to this point. He didn't want to see the truth because it was just easier this way. But there was no ignoring it any longer. His parents were terrible people, and he couldn't go on living under their sway.]
[size11 The apartment he had called home for the last five years was perfectly clean. Marshall had stayed up half the night scrubbing away all evidence that he'd ever lived there. Maybe if no trace of him was left it wouldn't feel like his home anymore. He fell asleep on the floor with a pillow and blanket, leaving the bed untouched, with Gaius curled up against his spine for added warmth. At least the purring assured him he wasn't alone, assured him enough to lull him into a light, uncertain sleep.]
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[size11 Paisley was a nice person. Too nice to Marshall, if he was honest. They hadn't known each other well for long, but he'd seen the other boy in his book shop and at the cafe so often now that it almost felt empty not to see him. Marshall was counting his every blessing that he'd taken complete control of the book shop from his parents not a year earlier, otherwise he would have lost that too. He wondered how often it was that children disowned their parents. The statistic was probably even lower when it came to kids raised in wealth. But Marshall didn't want anything to do with them anymore. He had enough in savings for a short time, and he was confident that the shop would earn him enough to live without their help.]
[size11 He hoped he was right.]
[size11 The train ride provided him plenty of time to think and to write. He'd never been to Avalon before, despite only living just outside of it practically his entire life. He'd never had a reason to go. But now he had all the reason in the world to venture to the secluded little town. Warmth bloomed in his chest at the thought of what awaited him at the other end of the tracks. He and Paisley may have only been friends by the circumstances of their routine, but even he seemed to genuinely care for Marshall. He was excited to see what it would be like to live in that sort of environment, and nervous that it might all fall apart. This was his best option, after all, and he didn't want to screw it up.]
[size11 The other members of the household were another story entirely. Marshall didn't know any of them personally, and that made him the smallest bit wary. Meeting new people was easy when it was casual conversation in the shop, usually about books, always small talk. Marshall could talk about purchases or his cat and avoid the subject of himself. However living among other people was a wholly intimate experience he had never been subjected to outside of his family. All of this was brand new. He was counting on the familiarity of Paisley and Gaius to keep him strong in the face of it all.]
[size25 [sacramento Everything is changing so fast. I never saw myself here, now. But maybe it's all for the best. Maybe I needed a little change.]
[size11 The train was coming to its last stop. Avalon. Marshall lifted his golden eyes from his notebook and looked out the window. Here he was. His new home. Tucking his train ticket safely between the pages of his journal, he closed it and slid it into his backpack. Marshall had always been very sentimental, keeping things for perhaps far too long for far too ridiculous reasons. He shuffled off the train and waited to collect his luggage, which consisted of two suitcases and Gaius in his carrier. He had already arranged a ride from the station beforehand, ever the planner, and the car was waiting for him as he walked out the doors. So far, so good.]
[size11 Marshall's heart sped in his chest the closer he came to the house. He held Gaius protectively in his lap in the back seat of the car, stroking his fingers through his fur to steady himself. It was far too late for second thoughts or doubts. Still, he couldn't help but fear that getting closer to Paisley might cause the other boy to find things to dislike about him. He feared that more than any of the others not liking him. What if he was more like his parents than he wanted to think? What if he was somehow a bad person, just very good at hiding it? Gaius meowed intuitively up at him, breaking him from his train of thought. Marshall smiled softly down at him and lifted him to his chest, burying his face gently into his long, soft fur.]
[size11 The house was beautiful, something out of a storybook, and Marshall stood and stared at it for a few moments after the car left him behind. He had put Gaius back in his carrier and set him on the front stoop so that he could roll his suitcases up to the door, his backpack hanging from his slender shoulders. Recalling Paisley's message, Marshall made sure to ring the doorbell to announce his arrival before letting himself in. After lugging his things inside, he shut the door, and then crouched down to let Gaius out of his carrier. He gathered the cat into his arms and cradled him comfortingly against his chest.]
[size11 [#23c65a "Well, here we are."] Marshall spoke softly, feeling small in such a large place, like he once had in his parents' home. [#23c65a "Why don't we see if we can find Paisley, yeah?"] Gaius meowed in reply. Taking a deep breath, Marshall began to wander further into the house in search of his friend.]
[center [size10 The trees passed by in a flurry of green as Astrid’s rosewood colored eyes drank the scenery in. Only another minute or so and she’d finally be in Avalon. The little Oregon town wasn’t accessible by car or the girl would have driven to the town. She figured it must have been the altitude that kept them from building a road that would connect to the highway or maybe it was some environmental issue. Who knew really? But either way the train she was on was the only way to get to her destination. Normally she’d never be in a place this remote but her circumstances were, well let’s just say ‘unique’.]]
[center [size10 Today was the day she was to move into her friend’s home, with about six or seven total strangers. NBD, right?]]
[center [size10 Okay, so maybe it was a little crazy that she was picking up her entire life to move in with people she didn’t know and one she knew only through letters, emails, and video chats. But somehow it seemed easier than staying home. Maybe these other people would be cool though? After all they’re Paisley’s friends and Paisley is the best.]]
[center [size10 Astrid moved her eyes from the window to the phone she held in her hands. She’d spent most of the train ride scrolling through Pinit and PicMe. There really wasn’t much else for her to do other than to worry and if she got too anxious she’d start to chip at her nail polish. Chipped nails did not make the best first impression. And she’d be making a lot of first impressions today.]]
[center [size10 Suddenly aware of the fact she’d be meeting a bunch of people who would be judging her. Astrid lifted her phone up and turned on her front facing camera to check her appearance. Her makeup was flawless, of course, it would super embarrassing if a MEscreen beauty vlogger showed up with messed up makeup. She’d chosen to go with a ‘natural’ look, which was anything but natural but it was more subdued than a smoky eye or glitter eyeshadow. Of course she’d opted away from the normal pale, matte beige pink lipstick for a nice pearl pink with a shiny gloss. Her outfit was rather simple too, a white crop top with medium wash skinny jeans and lace up ankle boots with short heels. Her pastel pink hair was curled and left to fall loosely around her face.]]
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[center [size10 With her Chirper account updated she settled in for the last few miles to town. ]]
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[center [size10 It took a long time for Astrid to get her bags off the train, she thought she had packed light since most of her things had to be shipped to the town. Normally she would have rented one of those moving trucks that you can attach to your car and driven all her things to the house. But, you know. No road. So instead she had to pack everything up in advance and ship it. Of course she couldn’t take the chance that her stuff wasn’t there yet so she packed all her essentials in two (over-packed) suitcases and her pink and black striped VS duffle bag. Luckily there were some men that were more than happy to help the pink haired girl, and two months ago she would have accepted the help gratefully but now she felt a knot in her stomach as she forced a smile.]]
[center [size10 As she called for a taxi so that she could reach the house. Getting a car was definitely a priority if she was going to survive here. Luckily Paisley would help her to get around until then. When the old, beat up vehicle that smelled more than faintly of cigarette smoke and alcohol induced vomiting finally pulled up in the driveway of the house Astrid was ready to practically throw herself out. As quickly as she could, without being terribly rude, she paid the driver and retrieved her bags trying to breathe as little as possible while in his presence because she wasn’t totally sure the smell had come from previous passengers or the driver.]]
[center [size10 Paisley’s house was rather large, she noted as she looked up. Her bags rolling behind her as the autumn leaves crunched under her boots. If she remembered right, and she usually did, it was the house Paisley’s grandparents had lived in. She was sure the place held a lot of memories to the boy and maybe they’d make some new memories together. Especially with how torn their deaths left Paisley Astrid wanted this to be a happy place for him again.]]
[center [size10 Not that she was totally sure it was an unhappy place for him. It was just that, she hadn’t quite felt the same after what happened to her so being there had to have an effect on Paisley. Right?]]
[center [size10 Reaching the door she quickly rang the bell before opening the door not letting even a second pass, and the only reason she even rang it was because Paisley had asked they give some warning to their arrival. Astrid barely got her bags in the door before she abandoned them and moved forward with confident steps. There was no feeling of intruding as she began to search the house for her friend, despite having never met him in person she felt they were way to close for her to be shy. Not that she was every shy, but you get the picture.]]
[center [size10 As Astrid rounded a corner to what appeared to be the kitchen she caught sight of long silver hair. [b [#ff8bb3 “Pais!”]] She exclaimed in a voice more like a squeal before rushing up and throwing her arms around the other. Astrid could feel the shit in balance her impact had caused but Paisley didn’t fall back or over. The excited girl barely even took note of the other two in the kitchen as she hugged her friend. [b [#ff8bb3 “Oh my god,”]] She said as she pulled back to get a proper look at his face, [b [#ff8bb3 “you’re even prettier in person! How is that even possible?”]] Astrid gave another squeeze and planted a kiss on his cheek. [b [#ff8bb3 “I can’t believe I’m finally here with you! I’m so excited!”]]]]
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[center [size13 [Arsenal [#BC8F8F [b "Bubby! Are you finished packing yet?"]] Skye Harrow walked into her older brothers empty room, looking at the clutter that was still littering the room. She let out a slow sigh, rolling her eyes as she grabbed some things off the floor and tossed them into an empty box. [#BC8F8F [b "You barely own anything yet you still manage to get it everywhere. Please tell me you aren't going to be such a slob at your friend's place."]] She said as she settled a hand on her hip. Ryder looked over his shoulder as his sister, lifting a brow at her. [#FFD700 [b "Can you stop going through my things please?"]] He finished up the box he'd been packing, grabbing his tape gun and taping the cardboard lids shut.]]
[center [size13 [Arsenal The small girl casually kicked a tattered shoe while making a face. [#BC8F8F [b "At least make an attempt to not look like your a hobo."]] The large male let out some sound of annoyance as she picked the box off the ground, looking to his sister with an aggravated look. [#FFD700 [b "If you have time to mock my clothes than you have time to take this to my car."]] He plopped the box into her arms and walked out of his room.]]
[center [size13 [Arsenal Ryder had just reached the bottom of the stairs when his mother practically assaulted him, wrapping her arms around him. [b "Oh my baby is finally leaving! Make sure you call and text, and if you ever need laundry done don't hesitate to stop by!"] She cooed, holding him back at arms length to stare up at him. He never realized how tiny she really was until that moment - so frail and thin. When did his mother begin to look so worn down? [#BC8F8F [b "Move, your blocking the stairs."]] Skye said, pushing past them. God did she having any manners whatsoever?]]]
[center [size13 [Arsenal Ryder smiled down at his mother, pulling her into a large hug. [#FFD700 [b "Mom I'm only moving across town, I'm barely home as it is. I'll be alright, I promise."]] He said. The poor woman looked like she was going to cry. He had always been one to leave to house for days, weeks at a time just going to different places. He hated the feeling of staying in one place for too long and fortunately his mother understood that feeling. [#FFD700 [b "I've got to get going now though, everyone else should be arriving and I don't want to be late."]] He almost said again - Ryder had a terrible habit of arriving late to things. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and walked outside where there was now an exact copy of Skye standing there.]]]
[center [size13 [Arsenal [#008B8B [b "Everything is packed, just like you asked!"]] Said Lily in a much more upbeat tone than her twin sister, who was currently standing there with a grumpy look on her face [#008B8B [b "Skye is just upset because you weren't home very long."]] Ryder looked to Skye, who was now a shade of crimson red and violently protesting that she didn't care about him leaving. Without saying anything he engulfed the two girls in a big group hug. [#FFD700 [b "I'm not that far so if you guys need anything text me. You big brother is always there for you."]] He said with a goofy grin, hopping into his beat up Buick. He gave them a wave and pulled out of the driveway, setting off to the place that would now be his home.]]]
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[center [size13 [Arsenal Ryder stared up at the large building in front of him, a black backpack slung over one shoulder and a small carrier cage in the other. [i "Well...this will be interesting."] He briefly thought before he thought back to the text that Paisley had sent to him and other in a group text. At first he wasn't sure about the whole arrangement, moving into an unfamiliar place with a bunch of unfamiliar people...not ideal. But just like every other place he'd been to this would be a new step in his adventure. Lifting the cage to eye level, Ryder look at the brown and white rabbit that was happily munching on some lettuce. [#FFD700 [b "Let's see what these new people are like Floppy."]]]]]
[center [size13 [Arsenal Ryder might not know Paisley as well as some of these people but he still considered the buy a friend. He was more of a tea person than a coffee person and when Paisley found out that they also specialized in tea's Ryder couldn't help but enjoy the look on his face. It was like a kid in a candy store. Since then Ryder would always listen to anything Paisley said and after awhile he found that he rather enjoyed the other male's company, so much so that he began to look forward to him visiting. When the proposition of living in a strange house with random people came up Ryder didn't hesitate in accepting - he considered Paisley a friend and Ryder would do anything for his friends.]]]
[center [size13 [Arsenal The large male rang the door bell once and waited a few minutes before opening the wooden door. He could see that someone was already there as their stuff was sitting by the front door. He wasn't sure where to put his stuff so he just set it next to the other person's things. [#FFD700 [b "Be good Floppy, I'll give you some carrots later, okay?"]] The rabbit looked up at him with it's large eyes before going back to eating it's leafy greens. [#FFD700 [b "Paisley?"]] He called out, his deep voice echoing through the large house. It startled him slightly. Ryder ran long fingers through his multi-colored hair, this was definitely going to be interesting.]]
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[#006400 "What is this, my liakáda?"] The frail, wrinkled hands of Leda Biros wrapped around the edges of the book, squinting as she tried to make out the graphic content that was strewn about on the front page. Two females, half-naked, straddled each other on the cover, looking pretty damn good too, if Alessandra could say so herself. However, she couldn't. Not while her grandmother sat there, staring at the lewd image before her with her tired eyes. The old woman's eyes turned from squinting in confusion to wide-eyed in disgust, [#006400 "This is filth-"]
[#DB7093 "Yia-Yia!"] Alessandra lept across the table, frantically pulling the booklet away from her feeble grandmother. [#DB7093 "What did I say about looking through my things!?"] Alessandra looked around the room in a slight haze, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. Would this be the moment she finally came clean to her grandma?... [i [#DB7093 No. Fuck that. Fuck that right in the ass.] ] Alessandra let out a small sigh before letting out a fake giggle, dropping the book before grabbing her grandmother's hands. [#DB7093 "This is why I tell you not to look through my things. My friend, you know the one I was telling you about before you started rifling through my things?"] She cocked her eyebrow before waving her finger playfully at her grandma.
Leda let out a small chuckle, bashfully looking away. She was always getting into things she shouldn't, even in her old age. [#006400 "Yes, Paisley... Oh, is this for him? You said he was such a good boy."]
Alessandra let out another false giggle into the air, [#DB7093 "He is, Yia-Yia. You know men, they love this kind of thing. I promised I'd give it to him. It's a limited edition that I got in Japan. One of a kind, this thing."] Everything that came out of Alessandra's mouth was a lie. Well, everything but men loving girl-on-girl action. For some reason, they really did like that. However, Paisley wasn't like that, nor was the book for him. It was Alessandra's, and hers alone. [#DB7093 "You see what being a thief gets you?"]
Leda stuck her tongue out at her granddaughter before raising Alessandra's hands and gently kissing them. [#006400 "You're a good friend, liakáda."]
Alessandra wanted to roll her eyes at that comment, but instead, she ignored it. [#DB7093 "You didn't comment on the thief thing-"]
Leda shushed Alessandra.
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A leather jacket hugged Alessandra's curves, accompanied with a lace bralette and blue-washed high-waisted jeans. Her pumps perfectly matched her ink-stained lips, along with her perfectly manicured nails. A small smirk spread on the females lips, excitement and anxiety rushing through her body. She had been on so many trips before, roomed with so many different people, but this was different. How, though, Alessandra couldn't tell.
Alessandra's black, curly hair bounced on her shoulders as she exited the taxi, slamming it carelessly behind her with her hip. She was surprised at how quick it was to get a taxi, but then again, the town was small. Hell, she could have walked to the home if she wanted too, but was much too lazy. Putting on one of her signature smiles, she turned towards the trunk of the vehicle, not surprised to see the driver already there gathering her things. The man seemed to be in his mid-forties, skin damaged by the sun. His smile was yellow and wide, with a few teeth missing. Alessandra assumed it was due to drug use, but she didn't think too hard about it, mostly because she really couldn't give a flying fuck.
[#DB7093 "I've got it from here, thank you," ] she extended her hand lazily, cash already present and now in the man's face. He took it, eyes never making contact with her marble gaze, instead of staying fixated at her chest. She grimaced, rolling her eyes before grabbing her items out of the trunk and moving away from the driver with haste. She ignored his goodbyes as she turned away, glad to be rid of him and his oogling.
A small shred of dread washed over Alessandra as she stared at her new home for the first time, taken aback by her surroundings. She waltzed up the paved driveway, dragging her few bags along with her. She grinned at the memory of the driver's face when she had first loaded her bags into his vehicle. He was shocked for a female to have so little luggage. Little did he know that she had an entire truck arriving with more of her things in the later week.
Alessandra put down her things in front of the door, leaning her head lightly against the oak wood. She let out a heavy sigh, pushing out the memories of when she first saw Paisley's face. Sure, she had seen him plenty of times since then, always going out of her way to make time. Still, the memory was prevalent in her mind, always causing anxiety to swell up. How could she not remember that day? It was etched into her skin, into her bones, as well as Paisley's. She moved to retrieve her phone from her pocket, re-reading the text message she had received.
[VT323 [size13 Hey, I'm looking forward to seeing all of you. You should all have a key, but I'd appreciate if you rang the doorbell before you let yourselves in just to be on the safe side. We can figure out rooms when you all get here. Hope to see you soon. Also, if the cat meows to be let outside, please do not let him outside. I know he's very persuasive, but he needs to stay in the house. -Ink ] ]
Closing the phone, Alessandra rang the doorbell twice before opening the door with her key. She quickly dragged her things inside, knowing not to leave the door open enough for the cat to scamper out. As soon as she closed the door she was greeted by a roaring mew, defiantly scratching at the door in an attempt to open it. Alessandra let out a giggle, releasing her things once again to scoop the cat in her arms. [#DB7093 "Oh Finchy-Butt, you're still such a pudge,"] She gave the cat a quick cuddle before putting down the cat carefully.
Yet again grabbing her things, Alessandra moved forward, finally announcing herself to the house.[#DB7093 "Paisley! It's Aless!"] She sang out the foyer as she walked, Greek accent filling the home.
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[center [Abel Paisley sat, unblinking as he stared outside of the attic window of the large home. Without his grandmother, it somehow felt empty. The tall trees outside were beginning to shed their leaves. Any other time the boy would have loved the autumn time, but part of him dreaded returning to Avalon so soon after his grandmother's funeral. He had been vehement in his refusal to sell the house. Hed grown up there after all. Despite the fact that it would make their family a small fortune to sell it, he wanted it to stay in the family. His friends who were not as well off as he or needed a better living situation were among the ones he reached out to first. Even if they weren't related by blood, he considered them his family.
A soft meow caught his attention from the cat seated next to him on the window sill bed, and with a careful hand, he moved his hand to lightly stroke the cat's soft black fur. It gave another new of discontent of not having been fed yet that morning. He simply sighed. “I know I know. I guess I should feed both of us, huh?” He mused quietly as if the cat could understand him. Perhaps to others it would seem strange to talk to one's pet, but Paisley didn't care too much about what others thought about him in this case- not that there was anyone there yet to witness his Dr Doolittle impression.
His hands shook slightly as he lifted the phone from his lap. Not from the chilly air nor from nerves, but his hands shook from the lasting pain of nerve damage he'd spent the last few years in physical therapy for. It was a soft spot in his psyche as he'd given up a job and potentially career due to not being able to keep his hands steady and his stitches even- which was necessary if he was to make money as a tailor.
Noticing the phone had service, he wasted no time in typing out a message to the group of people with whom he was going to share his grandmother's home with. He'd given them all nicknames that he had felt fit their personalities and mannerisms for the chat. ‘Hey, I'm looking forward to seeing all of you. You should all have a key, but I'd appreciate if you rang the doorbell before you let yourselves in just to be on the safe side. We can figure out rooms when you all get here. Hope to see you soon. Also, if the cat meows to be let outside, please do not let him outside. I know he's very persuasive, but he needs to stay in the house. -Ink’
Paisley stretched his sore muscles slowly before standing to make his way down the staircase, through the foyer, and into the kitchen. Along the walls were family photos he didn't have the heart to take die- especially of the old woman he loved very much. The cat followed suit knowing full well that he was about to be fed. Right now, the only cat food he had required a can opener. His mother hadn't kept his injury in mind when she'd bought him groceries, but he didn't fault her for it as it was probably just a habit to get this kind of food for the cat. While he could operate the can opener, squeezing the handle of the opener even just tight enough to puncture the lid was painful. “Sorry, buddy. Breakfast is a little slow today,” when the lid was finally completely opened, he spooned out a portion into the bowl- nearly missing it completely before placing the rest of it into the refrigerator.
“Fuck,” he breathed- opting to pick up an apple from the fruit bowl for his own breakfast than attempt to cook anything. There was not much to do other than wait as the house was clean, and he was more than certain they didn't give a shit the state of the house as long as it didn't look like a hoarder lived in it.
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