deadgirlwandering

[deadgirlwandering]

Vivian wasn’t used to people getting involved, most of the time they stood awkwardly to the side but then she hears something that might as well be angel song. Someone who joins in, who chides and gets that exact same scuffle and light mumbling under their breath that she does. She glances over at her well- ally sounds too intense but it fits. ‘’Yeah, they’re so used to seeing you in memorial photos or the news that they kind of get shocked when you’re walking around.’’

She gets it, really, she does. But Vivi is alive and she’ll be damned if she let people treat her as if isn’t. Her eyes linger on the stranger, then again nobody was really a stranger in Northpass.’’It’s worse when they’re trying to very obviously not stare and fails horribly.’’

deadgirlwandering​:

where: pizza paradiso when: mid-afternoon who: open!

Vivian wonders if people would’ve stared less if her death hadn’t been on every news station that you could name, if maybe then they wouldn’t act as much as if they had seen a ghost when she walks around. Pizza Paradiso used to be some paradise to get away from her family and now she couldn’t help but feel like the staff almost felt bad charging her.

She has her eyes glued to a notebook, glancing up when movement distracts her enough and makes studying near impossible. Vivian had to retake a shit ton of tests to even consider college, seeing as apparently colleges don’t hold your spot down in case you rise as a zombie from the dead. ‘‘Uh, are you good?’‘ She asks, watching with slight amusement as the person finicks.

And then that familiar look at her, the one registering who she is. ‘‘You know, it’s kinda rude to stare- especially at the deceased.’‘ She says with a mock tone, reaching over to take a slice of her pizza.

l i l a !

it wasn’t her usual haunt, pizza paradiso. it wasn’t that she didn’t like it there. it was pizza, who didn’t like pizza? but she was better found in a coffee shop, or somewhere that did fries or noodles. or somewhere that didn’t mind the sound of a laptop overheating a little, and lila mumbling to herself. but all that didn’t mean you could never find lila there. and they’d just launched new sides, including triple fried fries. with a healthy portion in front of her, a notebook, her good laptop ( that didn’t hum when it was hot ) and a large soda, she was quite comfortable.

of course, the comment from the other caught her attention. she always looked when there was an edge to tone. did that mean an argument was coming? she wasn’t being nosey much. but who didn’t secretly watch public disagreements? the reborn were still very new to everyone, and even lila, the supernatural embracer of northpass, rhode island, was struggling with it all. but curiosity always won out for her. “if you stare too long, you could catch it,” lila remarked, loud enough for the starer to hear. there was a scuffle of feet against the floor and they were gone. the brunette snorted, grabbing a fry and dipping it in the hot sauce she’d also ordered. “do people stare a lot?” she asked.

[deadgirlwandering]

augustslippdaway​:

location: pumpkin patch @ local Northpass farm tag: @deadgirlwandering​

Three years had gone by quietly in Northpass, three years and everyone was forgetting the slasher summer except her. While the pitying stares had stopped, she carried the memories of that night with her always. The sounds of the screams, the sight of the blood. It was hard to get over and she never forgave herself for being the one to suggest they all signup. And now those very friends she had lost were coming back and she felt guilty because she should be happy. It was a good thing they got a second chance after dying so young. 

It didn’t help that her friend kept making a joke out of the entire thing too, which tended to rub her the wrong way. She just hoped they could pick a pumpkin and get through carving without Cami losing her temper. “So, are we looking for a big one, or? What’s the carving idea? And are you sure you don’t just want to paint them.” Okay, despite the touch persona she put on, she hated the slimy guts that pumpkins held inside.

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Halloween had a very different vibe around it this year, Vivi would be the first to admit that her family wasn’t overly keen at the idea of celebrating everything that goes bump in the night when their youngest had decided to recreate The Night of The Living Dead. Even she found that most horror movies had lost their luster after what happened that one summer, when she ended up at the receiving end of one of those slasher movies everyone loved so much. So no halloween in the Stoker household,  didn’t mean she wouldn’t indulge herself otherwise.

‘‘Uh, I mean- painting them won’t make it look cool when it’s lit up.’‘ Vivian glances over at Cami, she was doing her best to be tolerable to her friend today. Keeping the jokes to a minimum.

‘‘I’ll cut them for you if you feel that icky about it, Cami. But the general  plan is making pumpkins that make people jealous. I guess?’‘

[deadgirlwandering]

where: pizza paradiso when: mid-afternoon who: open!

Vivian wonders if people would’ve stared less if her death hadn’t been on every news station that you could name, if maybe then they wouldn’t act as much as if they had seen a ghost when she walks around. Pizza Paradiso used to be some paradise to get away from her family and now she couldn’t help but feel like the staff almost felt bad charging her.

She has her eyes glued to a notebook, glancing up when movement distracts her enough and makes studying near impossible. Vivian had to retake a shit ton of tests to even consider college, seeing as apparently colleges don’t hold your spot down in case you rise as a zombie from the dead. ‘‘Uh, are you good?’‘ She asks, watching with slight amusement as the person finicks.

And then that familiar look at her, the one registering who she is. ‘‘You know, it’s kinda rude to stare- especially at the deceased.’‘ She says with a mock tone, reaching over to take a slice of her pizza.

[deadgirlwandering]

‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ * VIVIAN STOKER is a REBORN has been told they look a lot like [ WHITNEY PEAK ] and according to their driver’s license, they’re a 21 years old FEMALE. They’ll tell you they’ve lived in Northpass for 21 YEARS and you can find them working as STORE CLEARK at NORTHPASS PAWN & RESALE. They’ve always just been: OPTIMISTIC, CHARMING, MACABRE, CONFRONTATIONAL TRAITS ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ ✧ MAVEN, 22, THEY/THEM, GMT+1

PART ONE (THE MUN)

ALIAS: Maven

AGE: 22

PRONOUNS: they/them

TIMEZONE: gmt+1

TRIGGERS: butterflies, animal abuse

PART TWO (THE MUSE)

NAME: Vivian Stoker

NICKNAMES: Vivi

AGE: 21

DATE OF BIRTH: 2001.08.14

ETHNICITY: Ugandan-American

OCCUPATION: Store Clerk

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

LIKES: Horror movies, raspberries, large open spaces & fields, balloons, old diners, old cameras, physical affection, dungeons & dragons

DISLIKES: small spaces, knives/sharp objects, cabins, rain, blueberry pancakes and unscented candles

PART THREE (FREESTYLE)

Vivi never thought that being the youngest child in her family would mean being constantly watched and coddles- especially in a small town like Northpass. Yet her parents kept a careful eye on her as she ran around with her friends, blaming a mixture of her recklessness and inability to keep  her nose out of other peoples business.

She found her close group of friends, pestering about movie nights and exploring the beach at night in hopes of seeing something absolutely out of this world-- in reality she just wanted an excuse to drag them all to the beach in the middle of the night.

Vivi is used to leaning onto her friends and family for help, she has dreams and a need for exploration- yet couldn't help but actually hold back. A part of her always worried about being a bother, about being too much.

She focuses on her photography to ignore that looming feeling she sometimes got hit with, a slight loneliness that she couldn't quite pin point. Looking back at it, Vivian is pretty sure she was just kind of depressed.

She isn't the one who suggests it but she is the one who pushes for it the loudest probably, for their group of friends to sign up as counselors. One last big bang of fun summer activities before they run off in different directions.

It's a great idea until it isn't, her friends and her start  dying. Vivian only remembers turning around and letting out a blood curdling scream, just barely able to escape for a minute or two before she was tracked down. Vivian Stoker died at age 18, murdered.

And that was supposed  to be the end of the story- some tragic massacre ending up with the death of her and some of her friends. Yet just as many others, Vivian woke up with a fuzzy head covered in dirt and mud- memories slowing coming back.

She handled it a lot better than her family,  whos paranoia ten-folded with the return of their dead youngest. Vivi copes through morbid jokes, buying herself a pin that says 'local zombie' and pretending as if she is fine.

She could be worse, she could be dead after all.

[deadgirlwandering]

‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ accepted !!

welcome to afterlife rp, maven! the discord link will be sent to you shortly! 

‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ * VIVIAN STOKER is a REBORN has been told they look a lot like [ WHITNEY PEAK ] and according to their driver’s license, they’re a 21 years old FEMALE. They’ll tell you they’ve lived in Northpass for 21 YEARS and you can find them working as STORE CLEARK at NORTHPASS PAWN & RESALE. They’ve always just been: OPTIMISTIC, CHARMING, MACABRE, CONFRONTATIONAL TRAITS ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ ✧ MAVEN, 22, THEY/THEM, GMT+1

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