Not a new character, just one I made up several months ago out of boredom. She's actually the NPC that appeared in the post where Ernie saves Christmas in CC and then proceeds to make him eat garbage. Good times.
ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 :
Vivian Gail Price
𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 :
ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :
5'5" (165 cm)
𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :
𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 :
Dazzling emerald green eyes set in a heart shaped face, Vi has long, golden blonde hair with bangs that taper off to the side. She's a healthy sort of thin with carefully sculpted curves. Rarely seen without makeup-- liberally applied with intentional precision (unless, of course, you were to catch her at the end of a long night out). Vi prides herself on her wardrobe, a collection of expensive pieces she's bought herself and pinched from various friends and not-so-friends. Short dresses, skirts, and shorts typically dominate her average garb. Hers is a style rife with lace, floral print, halter tops, and bare shoulders. She regularly wears heels that often give her height a three to four inch advantage.
Vi's definition of 'no' is as fickle as she is capricious. What she desires, but can't be had is a prize to be won and what shouldn't be done-- a challenge. Spoken by anyone other than herself, 'no' is a dare. Vivian Price always seems to know the quickest way to a good time-- like her favorite accessories always seem to find their way onto her person (whether she's the rightful owner or not). Harshly opinionated and reckless to a fault, Vi's venomous remarks always seem to be locked and loaded-- waiting for the opportunity to sneak out. Her self-centered way of thinking has allowed more than a few to define her as a 'toxic friend' of sorts-- but, as those who tend to flock to her on a regular basis can attest, equally intoxicating to be around.
Vi has worked hard to build the social tower upon which she currently sits. Suddenly thrust into a whole new social circle with entirely new rules, her overall mood seems to've taken a turn for the worse. It seems as though she's assumed her new role as an aberration with relative ease. The sating of her stigma merely pushing her one step further than she'd normally go. But in light of recent events, Vi has been wrestling with the very real understanding that, even for her, she may have gone one step too far this time....
But, then again, perhaps this was just the push she needed? A final step towards living life exactly the way she always wanted. She can't be bothered by the ants beneath her heels. That'll just hold her back. Sometimes one thing has to die in order for another to grow. That's the circle of life. But do these new ideals belong to her or this new version of her? Is there even a difference? Her thoughts and memories seem so uncomfortably tainted, like a gnarled vine wrapped tightly around her brain. A second skeleton, forcing its way under her skin with a sort of slow, determined tenacity Vi can't help but, in a way, respect.
When embracing these new urges feels more natural than breathing air, who is she to label them as inherently bad? Much less herself?
ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 :
Vivian grew up as a member of the upper middle class in Crimen Culpae. Under the jeers that tend to befall short freshman in high school trying to elbow their way into the elite, the true Vivan Price was born. Taking shit from no one, she was a key factor in refashioning the social elite into what it is today-- some say for the better. Cutting class, kegs, and cannabis are something of a mantra for Vi these days. Or were before... y'know. Aside from those memorably irritating days when things didn't go her way, life was what she made it-- and she made it just the way she liked it. Spicy and exciting.
𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 :
Plant Farts (idfk)
Controls plants'n'shit or something. Shit don't stank. Smells like roses.
𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :
"the 'best' version of themselves doing the 'best' things possible with their powers."
ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :
"the easiest version of themselves accomplishing their most selfish desires in the most efficient way possible with their powers."
𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :
𝕊 𝕥 𝕚 𝕘 𝕞 𝕒 :
𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :
You have none, yet. You will get some as the story progresses. Keep track of them here. Some of them might be really important or something, I don't know.
Blankets ruffled on the other side of the door as soon as she turned the doorknob. She could hear the familiar slap of Nate's bare feet against the hardwood floor of his loft as he rushed to try and meet her at the door. But he wasn't fast enough. Vi stood in the doorway, staring hard at April, with her thick brown eyebrows, tangled mess of dry blonde hair, and wide blue eyes.
Her name caught in his throat. In his boxers before her with his eyes on the X that decorated her bare throat, Vi's eyes still lingered on April. The girl, one year younger than herself, if she remembered correctly, had since sat up, gathering the blankets up against her sad excuse for a chest. She could've sworn she saw a shit eating grin cross the girls lips before her big fat muppet mouth dropped open to speak, eyes wide with fear. That fear had been real as well as justified. Looking back now, she couldn't say whether or not she imagined the grin.
What a quaint little coincidence that only four months prior, Nate had bought some Devil's Ivy to decorate his windowsill. Vi knew it was there. She didn't have to look, even as a thin lipped smile crept over her face like the vine crept across the floor towards her target. Her target whom she'd taken shopping with all her friends not but a week ago. By an inspired stroke of uncharacteristic generosity, she'd even bought the girl a new top. A new top that she easily could've bought for herself. A new top that now lay on the floor beside Nate's king size bed and some frumpy black panties-- probably the only pair she owned. They were having an off spell, but that wasn't an excuse. She knew the unspoken rule.
Unlike so many of the things Vivian stole on a daily basis, Nate was hers.
Nobody in that moment could process what was happening. Nobody except Vivian, that is. Her mind didn't feel quite like her own but at least it was clear.
"Vi, what...? Don't be mad at her. It was my idea. I--"
The bitch opened her pacman mouth and screamed as the vines reached the bed, curling over the soft lavender-scented blankets. She made them move fast then. Fast enough to drown out that god awful sound before Nate could turn and look. He shouted for her to stop or something as he clambered towards her. The vines poured into her mouth and nose faster than April or Nate could tear them away. They wrapped around her neck and forehead, forming what Vi thought looked like a rather pretty necklace and headband. Very hipster chic. It was too good for her.
More shouting from Nate as her face turned an ugly shade of blue, followed by the wet sound her throat contracting around the Devil's Ivy. More shouting for her to stop-- complaining she was going to kill her, which was true. It was when April's toneless spaghetti arms went limp and she started convulsing that he came at her.
"STOP!" He was roaring like some sort of lion. She didn't know what he'd been planning to do to her. She didn't give him the chance. As he sprang off the bed, her vines caught his ankle. With a crack, his face hit the floor. Hard. He wasn't moving, but this new rage was still hungry. Just a little more....
She grew new vines for Nate. They crushed him. His arms, his ribs, his legs. That was how she left them. That was her new legacy. She snatched the top off the floor and walked home, packed her bags, and called the police. Silence surrounded her. So much silence. Silence in spite of the texts from Courtney and James, whom she was supposed to meet at Waffle House that morning.
Sweet, blissful silence.
"I know you took it, you little bitch."
Vivian swirled the last few cheerios around in the milk with her spoon as the brunette leaned across the table. She wore a brown leather jacket, jeans, and massive hoop earrings. That black scarf hadn't been doing her outfit any favors.
"It'll look better on me, skank," Vivien cut her off, lips curling into a grin as she looked up from her breakfast, "Now stop breathing on me. Your breath smells like ass."
Jessica scrunched up her pig-face with disdain before opening her mouth wide and exhaling hot, morning breath into Vivien's face. How fucking immature.
"Ugh," Vivian leaned back, pushing her bowl away. "There goes my appetite. Isn't it gross enough that you're only like a year older than me? I can't believe my dad even lets you in the house. Brush your teeth for once!"
Mornings with her father's 'interns from work' were a frequent occurrence. They were young. They were stupid. They wore expensive clothes and they wore them all wrong.
"That color lipstick makes you look like a hooker by the way," she sneered, grabbing her backpack as she stood up.
Jessica screamed and threw the bowl of cereal off the table as she walked away, signaling for her father, unlikely as it was that he would come. Instead it was her mother who entered the kitchen, smelling like vodka and dawning her silky red robe and black night dress.
"Oh-- hello Mrs. Price!" Jessica said, quickly straightening up, "I was just swinging by to pick up my paycheck!"
Tell me if links are bad bois. Won't put this in IC post until the Xander stuff is added.
6:30am – Siena cracked her phone like some dumdum. Callan has problems controlling her dumdum face. 10:30am – Welcome (back) to USARILN East. After Arrival – Emma is good at triangles. Best Girl enters the fray and fills the Unit’s Punk Girl quota. (alone in the dark) 4:00pm – Sander slobbers all over a poor defenseless Christmas. Christmas is a shy gay. (my fire, my faith) 5:00pm – Brent is bad at office administration. Rosa encourages children to play with sharp things. (Acquisition) ?????? – Angelique gets a check up.
5:00am – Ernie bitches about people (no surprise there). Brent reveals his lapse of retardation. (Ernie and Brent: Working Things Out) 5:00am – Ernie is a South American crime lord. Zoe is a filthy pig. (Ernie and Zoe: Insinuations and Initiated Investigations) 11:00am – Callan continues her endless reign of destruction over Suite 430. Marcus gets sexy texts from his older sister’s friend. Weird. (Pep Talks and Toast) 12:00pm – Callan continues her endless reign of destruction over the USARILN East campus. Rosa gets a boo-boo. (Permission Slip Up) 12:30pm – Callan continues her endless reign of second-hand embarrassment over Ernie. Ernie does a decent Matrix impression. (Barely Aware) 1:00pm – Hazel is good at names. Siena doesn’t ruin her clothes this time. The mime wins. 1:30pm – Zoe gets a boo-boo and also there’s backstory stuff. (Solo Post: Built for This) 2:00pm – Marcus gets robbed. Emma was likely a low-key Satanist. Determination don’t play by no rules. (Emma and Marcus – Bubble and Trouble) 5:00pm – Callan judges a book by a cover Emma briefly described. What a butt. Brent is a weirdo stalker man. (How’s Your Fine?) 6:00pm – Callan has shit taste in everything. Emma is a filthy hipster. 7:00pm – Siena is good at Google. Zoe is bad at school. (Zoe & Siena: Nobody Needs to Know) 9:30pm – Kusari hallucinates biblical figures. Callan hallucinates Angelic figures. (Knock On Wood)
9:00am – Fantasy Costco, where all your dreams come true! GOT A DEAL FOR YOU! Ernie leaves a Shrek cosplay behind. Siena is a benevolent piano teacher. (Ernie and Siena: Shopping and Not-So-Much Truth Dropping) 3:00pm – Callan thinks Determination is cool, an opinion that’ll definitely last for the long-term. Emma is a coffee snob. Determination does sex jokes?? (Emma and Callan – Déjà Vu) 9:00pm – Brent cops a feel. Siena suffers, as usual. (Brent’s Spaghetti)
9:00am – Zoe explains how Marcus is gonna win. Not fighting what he hates, saving what he loves. Also Marcus is bad at running. 9:00am – Ernie continues his endless reign of noise pollution over the Aberration Dorms. Allison ain’t afraid to cut a bitch. (Ernie and Allison: Hallway Hassling) 10:00am – Kusari finds her muse. Brent vogues. Siena suffers, as usual. (Like One of Your French Girls) 2:00pm – Ernie wants to trick-or-treat like some dumb little BABY. Emma is bad at arts and crafts. (Emma and Ernie – A Pleasant Chat) 7:00pm – Brent has the flyest ride in the hood. Siena is bad at chopsticks. (“EAT THIS!” “NEVER!”)
2:00am – Marcus has a wet dream. Callan fakes a medical degree. Siena is clueless. Tater Tot lurks in the shadows. 10:00am – Emma gets no answers. Brent endorses the Church of Rosa Schur. (Catching the Dream) 6:00pm – Allison is a conspiracy nut. Zoe is a bad, bad friend. (Zoe & Allison: Giving Up the Ghost)
10:00am – Ernie makes a girl cry again. Come on, dude. Callan falls asleep on someone else’s bed like a fucking WEIRDO. (Ernie and Callan: Bad News) 11:00am – Marnie Domestic AU. Don’t like, don’t read. OR: That one time Marcus and Ernie did a shitty reinterpretation of that scene from that John Green book. (Ernie and Marcus: Clearing Things Up) 2:00pm – Sander corners Ernie in the bathroom and somehow it is not as gay as it sounds. Ernie gets his slamjam on. (Ernie and Sander: Toilet Troubles) 2:30pm - Christmas didn't stutter once in this one. Did y'all notice that? Sander is bad at Spot the Difference. (my hallowed hell, your hollow heart) 4:00pm - Sander recaps his garbage Spot the Difference skills. Christmas doesn't do much but he's definitely gay in this one. (my shooting star, gravity bound) 6:00pm – Chris reaches peak baby bitch. Brent prays to Bullet RNG-sus. (Saints and Dragons) After – Brent shines bright like a diamond. Siena is bad at emojis. (Re:) 7:00pm – Sander bleh 7:00pm – Callan ensures heart problems via energy drink for the long term. Grant is an enabler and occasional shouty boi. (Wish Granted) 8:00pm – Chris is a whiny baby man. Zoe works at Hot Topic. (Zoe & Chris: Naked Anger) 8:30pm – Grant unveils his master technique. UNLIMITED PET WORKS. Callan raids the dog treats (probably not the first time, amirite). Siena gets a new roommate, whether she likes it or not. (Pure Therapy) 10:30pm – Callan becomes PETA’s nemesis. Zoe supports her illegal activity. (Empty Encouragement)
2:00am - Christmas reenacts an R. Kelly classic. Sander is bad at everything. Alvin's Yeezys aren't mentioned ONCE JAN, WHAT THE HELL. (my bitter taste, my hours wasted) 9:00am – Ernie vents at something that isn’t a time-frozen mannequin. Weird. Zoe is still a filthy pig. (Ernie and Zoe: Baking and Blaming) 9:00am – Callan bribes for friendship points. Determination makes a verbal boo-boo. Ernie shoots his goo all over the place. Emma is a double texter, which definitely won’t have its consequences in the long term. (Callan and Determination, Ernie and Callan, Callan and Emma: Callan Actually Cleans Something For Once) 1:00pm – THE SAV TALK AAAAAA. Ernie goes bungee jumping. Brent is a weeaboo. Siena gets ‘nam flashbacks. Marcus gets physically and emotionally beaten and it’s a thing. 6:30pm – Brent gets a roommate. Siena is bad at catching. 8:00pm – Callan almost sees the moon. Hazel grasps that shaft. (Will You Train With Me?) 12:00am – Sander can show you the world~~ Callan laments her single status. (Floating)
1:00am – Zoe is a conspiracy nut. Margot endorses underage bar hopping. (Zoe & Margot: Answers) 8:00am – Callan is a fucking weenie IDIOT. Determination falls on the wrong side of the Vicky Mendoza Diagonal. (Secrets Out) After – Determination is TOO GOOD, MAN. 9:00am - Sander is good at money. Christmas poses for an inevitable future Jan commission. 11:00am – Ernie doesn’t study for Sander’s test. Sander is suspicious. Emma is fit for the interrogation room. (Ernie, Sander and Emma: Laundry and Leisurely Lying) 12:00pm – The title says it all. Ernie disrupts the Waffle House peace. Callan is a hecking weirdo but like more than usual. 3:00pm – Zoe continues to ruin the lives of Unit B. Zhang’s just here for a good time. (Zoe & Zhang: Making it Personal)