daughter of the sea and sky

Oh, look! It’s FIONA JOHNSON! I heard they’re [30], a [CIS-FEMALE, use SHE/HER pronouns, have been in town for THIRTY and are actually from BRIDGEPORT, MAINE. They are currently working as a/an/the BLUE ANCHOR LIGHTHOUSE and living in OLD BRIDGEPORT. You know, I personally think they look like VICTORIA PEDRETTI, but that’s crazy, right?

BIOGRAPHY

Triggers in Bio: addiction, drugs, alcohol, death

With addicts as parents, Fiona learned to thrive in a dysfunctional household. Other little girls learned to braid their hair, but not her. Forced to take care of her two younger siblings, Fiona knew the best way to steal dinner from the grocery stores without getting caught. Tiffany and Terry made it nearly impossible for her and her siblings to have a normal childhood, yet the children found ways to be happy. For their birthdays, Fiona would skip school and buy a box of cake mix with a bag of quarters she would get from busting a washer machine at the Soap Opera Laundromat. The cake, delicious and prettily decorated with the berries she would steal from the Rhodes farm, made them all squeal with laughter as the Johnson children sang ‘Happy Birthday.’ The Johnson kids loved each other and they manage to turn their sad situation into a whimsical one. It was them against the world.

While Fiona has had enough reason to hate her parents, her heart ached for their love and attention. To the age of thirteen, she would follow Terry around the house as he smoked cigarette after cigarette, ranting over some bad business he got himself into. Tiffany’s hair would be stroked as she puked her brains out after night of binge drinking. And Fiona would have continued loving her parents if Tiffany hadn’t shattered her world in one thoughtless, inebriated sentence. She wasn’t her father’s daughter. During a heated fight, Tiffany had bailed on the family for a few days, sleeping with whoever welcomed her in their bed, and nine months later, Fiona was came into the world kicking and screaming. Not a single soul, other than Tiffany and Fiona, knows the truth. Not wanting to accept it, Fiona never confronted her mother about it. It’s a secret she has never been brave enough to speak about.

Despite the chaos and instability at home, Fiona excelled in her education as it was the one thing she felt she had control over. She used school to distract herself from the realities at home. Every A gave a sense of peace. She was more than just her dysfunctional family. There was a promised that she could be like one of those shiny girls that had their whole life together. The type of girl who would study marine biology and swim with the octopuses. But she grew hard and cynical. Life wasn’t supposed to be easy. Not for girls like her. Plus, she had her younger siblings to look after. So she quietly gave up her dream to become a marine biologist and stayed in her small town.

From the age of sixteen, Fiona worked at the fish market, cleaning and selling fish at the Blue Harbor Fish Market. There was where she met the old groundskeeper of the Blue Anchor Lighthouse, over the transaction of two lobsters and the homemade blueberry pie she made to pay for her younger sibling’s field-trip. He fascinated her. Her fascination around his weathered face and the intrinsic way he just knew a storm was coming made her wonder at times if he was her father. They soon became friends. Fascinated with the tender way the groundskeeper took care of the lighthouse, Fiona begged him to hire her as his assistant. Reluctantly, he gave her a job and soon enough he filled in the shoes of grandfather. A fact she would never confirm to anyone. While the pay had been shit, she stayed on, and quietly worked beside him, barely giving each other one worded responses. In her fifth year being the groundskeeper’s assistant, Fiona found him dead in his armchair, his tea ice cold from the night before.

It was nice to live in a town with traditions. It felt safe to look forward to things. And every October, Fiona looked forward to watching scary movies with a big bucket of popcorn. So when the teen at the snack stand informed her the popcorn machine was broken, Fiona felt the familiar pang of disappointment. "Broken?" She repeated, her brow wrinkled with frustration. Quickly, the teen offered to upgrade her slushie drink to a bigger size. "Thanks," Fiona said softly, walking away with her Cherry Blast slushie and longingly staring at the bucket of popcorn she passed by. As she sipped her slushie too fast, a sharp pain splintered her head, stopping her dead in her tracks. "Holy shit balls," She exclaimed loudly, rubbing her forehead before smiling weakly at the person staring at her.

“Brain freeze?” Iris stopped when she heard the shout hoping that the woman was okay and not in pain for another reason. She’d noticed the disappointment over popcorn and had made her way over to offer one of the tubs she’d bought. It was unlikely that even with the two kids that they’d get through this all so she was happy to share. “You okay?”

“More like an aneurysm.” Fiona said dryly as she rubbed her brow. A slight pout formed her mouth. She raised her brow as the woman offered the bucket of popcorn to her. A younger Fiona would have snatched the bucket from her without a second thought but she was older now and less trusting. “Hmm,” She pretended to shake her head and then gave a nod. “Unfortunately, I think I will live.” Still eyeing the bucket of popcorn, she bit her lower lip and stuffed her free hand in pocket. “You got extra butter on it?” 

Since he had such a simple costume, Jamey figured wearing it out to multiple fall events was easy as pie. Thus, the black jeans, black t-shirt, and black Vans with the red devil horns, red bow-tie, and red tail was his outfit while he accompanied his sister to the adoption event going on at the dog park. His eyes skimmed over all the animals and people gathered around before looking to his sister. “So, I know I came for some freshly baked goodies from Adina’s Bakery… Don’t be tempting me to adopt a cat or dog, Fee. I doubt my roomies at the Banana House want another animal besides me living with them.” He joked. “Are you looking to adopt or were you just trying to find an excuse to hang out with your little bro?”

Status: OPEN

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“I should probably warn you, the fun slide is dangerous territory.” A piece of safely lined metal propped up on several a staircase made of hay bails was a recipe for fun as much as it was disaster. The kids loved it though so it was a long running tradition on the farm. In the old days it had been a piece of old shed siding. “It’s blackened many a shin, and the occasional ego.” Her’s included. It sure was fun though. She bent down to pull some of the older, rotting pumpkins for discard. “It may be your lucky day though.” She added with a wink. “Our apple cider donuts are a great recovery snack, or confidence boost depending on who you ask.”