viviienne

[viviienne]

     (  sophia bush  .  cis female  .  she / her  .  )    that’s  vivienne george - alden walking  in  to  the lookout  -  you  know  ,  the  thirty - eight  year  old  veterinarian  known  for the short-lived and ill-fated advice column she ran when she was in college   ?  having  lived  here  for  two weeks ( previously thirty - one years )  ,  their  neighbors  know  them  to  be  percipient  &  convival  ,  but  their  brittle  &  obstinate  tendencies  shine  through  when  there  are  no  buses  in  to  the  city  .   ———   @30extra​ .

𝐨𝐨𝐜.

i tried making this short, i really did, but... whoops. anyways, hi, i’m red ! twenty4, she / her, eastern timezone, and i’m so grateful for this group because? i can’t write young, hip, twenty-something muses any longer? this is my lil’ ghostin’ girl, viv, back in town for all kinds of drama and shenanigans. i can’t wait to start writing with all of you. x

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨.

full name: vivienne daphne george - alden. 

age & birthdate: 38 , april 29th, 1984.

zodiac: taurus sun, aries moon, sagittarius rising her whole chart is a disaster.

gender & pronouns: cis female, she / her / hers.

orientation: bisexual biromantic.

relationship status: it’s real complicated.

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

trigger warnings : mentions of teenage pregnancy, seizure, cancer, death, miscarriage . 

vivienne was born in new orleans to a woman named julia taylor, a seventeen year old in high school who believed the promises of a boy who vanished shortly after learning of the pregnancy. scared, barely staying afloat, and not ready for a child, julia made the choice to give her daughter up for adoption. she did so unaware of the couple that would be taking her daughter and ensuring that they had no way to contact her — she wanted a second chance at her life, and after giving birth, vivienne made her way into the arms of john and tallulah george, a couple who were suffering infertility issues as they expanded their family, and thankful for the blessing someone else had bestowed upon them in the form of their daughter.

vivienne grew up comfortably in lakeview with her parents, two older brothers ( and later a little sister, the “ rainbow ” baby to her parents ) and the family dog, norman. tallulah taught fifth grade at the local elementary school, and john worked a corporate job in new orleans. they were your quintessential all - american family, the kind you’d see attending every friday night football game decked out in the home team’s gear because a neighbor’s kid or a friend of someone’s child was out on the field, in the stands, on the sidelines — they enjoyed being in the presence of others, supporting and uplifting, getting out of the house and experiencing their little corner of the world to its fullest.

the third in line of the george kids, viv was set to make her own way — sharp as a whip, talented on the soccer field, and a bubbly personality to boot, it wasn’t hard for friends to be made, boys to try to catch the attention of, her own path taking a shape seen dozens of times before. 

and then, without fanfare or warning of any kind, the road seemingly fell off a cliff : one random wednesday night, tallulah experienced a seizure right before she went to bed, panicking the entire family. vivienne’s response was to lock her door from the ensuing chaos outside in the hallway as 911 was called and paramedics arrived. it shook the entire family, for someone who seemed a perfect photo of health as tallulah to fall into a coma after experiencing yet another seizure in the hospital, experiencing kidney failure as caused by a silent spread of multiple myeloma. vivienne missed the first three weeks of her junior year of high school sleeping in hospital chairs, waiting for her mother to pass away at any given moment per the doctor’s bleak prognosis. miracles seemed to be on their side, as tallulah woke up and, despite the newfound knowledge of her kidney failure and a cancer that promised to take her within the year, was in good spirits. they would have another few years together before she passed away. 

vivienne had known keith her entire life, it seemed, and although no one claimed it would be a surprise should they end up together, it came out of nowhere for viv. one day, he was there, a thorn in her side from all the pestering from her parents, and the next, he just was. he was her rock throughout the ordeal with her mother, and she was next to him every step of the way when his career - ending injury kept him from the nfl. married young — vivienne didn’t want to waste the time she knew they weren’t promised, and wanted her mother to be able to attend the wedding — and vivienne making plans to use her degree in biology to teach high school, they were nestling in to eventually start a family. 

vivienne’s spark grew dull as the next few years of her life droned by, the flame of her marriage to keith beginning to dim as well. the positive pregnancy test seemed to be a good omen, finally, a nod from her late mother that she was where she was meant to be. it was only a few weeks in when, one afternoon at work, the pain in her abdomen began and blood was present when she was finally able to make it to the bathroom. she took an emergency half-day and drove herself to the doctor, where they confirmed she had suffered a miscarriage. the news devastated vivienne, hollowing her out and leaving her awake that night while keith slept next to her with nothing but her thoughts to aggravate her further. she stared at the ceiling fan, tears in her eyes, and felt something in her break. she was done. she had to be. if this was life, she could no longer live like this.

against better judgment and acting fully on impulse, vivienne quit her job the following day, booked a one-way plane ticket to a city she’d always wanted to visit but never had, and, after keith had gone to bed, called a car to take her to msy with nothing but a letter left on their kitchen table profusely apologizing. guilt gnawed at her for not telling him in person, not asking him to go with her, but she needed to find herself again — who was vivienne, without the trauma and complacency and grief and the role she had slipped into so easily that it had consumed her entire being? 

viv found herself in seattle, then new york, then chicago, and then portland. she went back to school and got a doctorate in veterinary medicine; she went to therapy and wrote close to 100 letters to keith that she’d never send ( but she would send one — petition for divorce ), she danced on bar tops and stopped calling her siblings, she realized that the world was bigger than her small town and that she was inconsequentially small, so small that the universe and her demons began overlooking her. she came to terms with herself in her seven years away and felt like she was more than just a copied and pasted sentiment someone had had about her once. she felt real, the kind of real she’d only felt in her adolescence prior to her mother’s health left-field turn. 

but all good things must come to an end : she’s back in lakeview, a father to visit now that he’s found a companion he’d like her to Officially Meet, and a husband that she has to have a lifetime’s worth of conversations. or not. i’m taking creative liberties here, saying that the the former vet in town has stepped down for retirement, and thanks to those good ol’ family connections, vivienne was able to slip ‘n slide right into the position. yeehaw, everyone !

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬.

roommate — viv doesn’t necessarily feel comfortable returning to her home that she once shared with her estranged husband, nor does she have any preconceived notions she’d be welcome there, so it’d be nice for her to have a roomie as she gets re - adjusted.

former coworkers / friends — viv has lived in lakeview her whole life, plus taught biology on the high school level before she just... up and quit, so gimme people who have speculated in the teacher’s lounge about her houdini act, people she fell out of touch with after disappearing who are hurt by what she did, high school acquaintances that are like “ oh, so you’re back now ” ; it’s a small town, so everyone best be up in her business !

best friend — this is the one person that vivienne talked to while she was away. inseparable. will call her on her shit as they get wine drunk, but the well-needed voice of reason in vivienne’s life.

[viviienne]

Sophia Bush photographed by Reginald Cunningham.