[[Vivien Morin continued from Pretty Handsome Awkward]]
Vivien had really not stopped wailing for the last day and a half.
So he hadn't had the best experience back at the sawmill. He couldn't be too upset over that (maybe about having to leave that yummy Teo behind, but...)- at the very least he didn't have to deal with Gracie for longer than the two minutes they'd been...talking, to put it politely. Time spent alone was really infinitely superior to time spent with Gracie Wainwright of all people, and that Mike Jeffries really wasn't all that much better. If Vivien had been less of a classy girl he would've taken great pride in cursing them out.
He still did, of course. Just, in his head. Like a good girl.
That was no big deal, though. That was nothing. Bitchy girls and homophobic boys were just high school, just Vivien's everyday life, and it was almost comforting to experience that again, even if the bitchy girl had a gun and the homophobic boy had a katana. Nope, the problem came about fifteen minutes after Vivien made his dramatic exit from the sawmill, when he realized he'd left his little red dress back in the sawmill's dormitory. The poor boy's heart nearly stopped at the revelation.
Not literally. Not yet.
Oh, but that dress--! That dress was gorgeous, where am I ever going to find one like it again?! What if I've got some classy event to attend, classy means red! I don't have any other red outfits on me, I figured I was only going to NEED one, I can't just leave it there where fucking Gracie can try to squeeze her size-10 ass into it, she'll rip it and then what'll I do, I can't afford to have it tailored- but I CAN'T go back, they'd probably kill me and besides that'd be the BIGGEST faux pas, coming back after you've already had the last word...
Vivien's inner voice when on like this for hours as her went on like this for hours as he made his way southeast, considering the mansion a decent destination- maybe they left the clothes in the closets! ooh, that might make up for this- at a slow pace. Flats or not, Vivien was not athletic, and he was not dressed for activity so much as for a dinner date. It had become too dark to see when he finally collapsed, exhausted and irritable, by a nondescript tree. He could make the mansion the next day- for now, with his duffel bag as a pillow, he fell into a deep sleep, managing to leave behind thoughts of how dirty his dress was going to get.
Vivien's first thought upon waking up was why's it so quiet...?
Over the last few days, he (along with half the island) had gotten used to the morning announcements as an alarm clock, as a beginning to a new day of being not dead. But as he looked up at the sky and saw exactly where the sun was, he realized that not only had he managed to sleep right through the announcements, he'd slept in until past noon.
How-?! Ugh, I wish I had an actual alarm with me...I must have really been out late last night. No big deal, I'll get to the mansion eventually...
Almost automatically Vivien stripped out of his black dress and into a green and white halter sundress that was both super cute and super casual, to his irritation. He had a pair of heels that would go just perfectly with the dress, but he'd learned his lesson regarding heels and walking on grass/dirt/rocks/generally any terrain that wasn't perfectly flat. The black flats would go fine, at least until he found some boy he needed to impress.
He was on his way then, still keeping course towards the mansion, figuring maybe he could spend tonight there at least. His mind was still preoccupied with the fate of the dress- with half-hatched schemes of how to retrieve it- and time passed fairly quickly and uneventfully as he wandered into what the map called "The Greens", what he figured was basically whoever owned the mansion's personal recreat-
He stopped dead.
In front of him lay the rotting body of the late Carol Burke.
Now, Vivien had seen bodies. Unless someone was honestly hiding in a bunker somewhere, it would be impossible to completely avoid contact with corpses, considering how many littered the island. But this was his first time seeing the body of someone he knew. Someone he went to prom with. Someone he actually rather liked. And though he'd blown off her death at the time- mostly because it was quite difficult for him to take any of what he heard on the announcements seriously- now, seeing her body in front of him...
He really didn't want to be here, anymore.
He backed away, slowly, and managed to trip backwards over his own feet into a bush. Attractive, some unoccupied part of his brain thought, while the rest of his brain worked to get Vivien into a less ridiculous position.
And then his brain had the decency to shut off for a while, and let Vivien cry.
((Alex Jackson continued from Where House?))
Alex walked and walked and walked across the island. Shed decided that shed had enough of the northern part of the island. She moved slowly still trying to adjust to the fact that she was now alone in the world. It had always been the two of them, and now here she was wandering this island alone. It was a weird feeling and she wondered for a few minutes what it was like for her classmates who hadnt had someone to share school with. She and Roman hadnt been in the same class very many times, but theyd still always been learning the same things at the same time. What was it like, she wondered, to have an older sibling to compete with or a younger one that looked up to you? What was it like being the only one to get your parents attention? There had never been a time when she hadnt had to share with Roman. Which for the most part was a good thing, especially on birthdays before their relatives had figured them out.
Alex came to a stop as the dirt trail that shed been following suddenly turned into a green lawn. At one time it must have been perfectly manicured and Alex spared a moment to wonder who would take the time to build and maintain something like this and then leave it behind. Was there some plague or something here? Movement ahead of her snapped her out of her musings, as she saw one of her classmates fall over. She walked towards him and realized that it was Vivien Morin.
Hey, Viv, you okay? What happened, Alex asked offering him genuine smile and a hand up. Alex and Vivien had shared a few classes together and theyd always been on friendly terms. Alex figured it was because they both tended to operate outside of everyones expectations. Regardless, it was nice to see someone she considered a friend out here.