blooming.

@madison-starters​

Vick was interesting in the Kayaking event happening in Madison that she knew she was going to check it out. As she arrived at the location of the event, she purchased herself a drink before she wondered around, she was a little confused as to what was going on, she had no clue what it actually meant and what was actually happening but she didn’t mind. She looked over before she bumped into someone slightly, it wasn’t that hard of a knock but it was definitely a knock to get someones attention. She stood there for a moment looking over at the person, “Oh I am very sorry, I was just curious as to what exactly is happening? What is actually happening here. What is this event actually meant for? I know I probably sound stupid right now but well I am confused.” She laughed for a moment. 

“--You don’t sound stupid at all!” Persimmon replied to the woman who’d knocked into her just a bit. “I’m guessin’ you’re new to the area? It’s an event that happens every year, I can’t even remember when it first became a tradition,” Persimmon took a sip of her drink. “But it’s somethin’ that’s part of town. We have a few events a year, actually. --How long have you been in town?”

@persimmonkennedy

“Can we get out of here? Please?” Peachy had practically shoved into Persimmon’s room like a hurricane; expression furrowed in something that might be mistaken for distress. Only the Kennedy girl’s would know, though, that that face only meant one thing: Cherry Kennedy was on a freakin’ rampage. She had already made Peachy Keen run errands with her, and stand for hours in the living room while Nanny fitted yet another gown to her frame - the girl could only imagine what could be waiting for her after lunch, too. “I mean it, Immy - let’s go get lunch, or… or we could just walk out to the middle of the Orchard, and freakin’ sit there, I don’t care! I just need to get the hell out of here before Mama realizes I’m not still tryin’ on Nana’s old jewelry downstairs.” 

Persimmon was in the middle of reading a book when Peachy Keen came storming in, and without a second thought, she marked her place and set the book aside. It was obvious that Peachy had enough of Cherry-- not that Persimmon could blame her-- she avoided her mother as often as she could, though it wasn’t hard to do considering the woman was so obsessed with PeachyKeen and what the younger girl had to wear and what she should eat, when she should sleep and a million other things that probably went through her mind everyday. “I don’t have anywhere to be, so we can go wherever you want, Peachy Keen,” she replied, standing up and going over, placing her hands on her little sister’s cheeks. “Let’s go grab some lunch-- I’m starvin’.” She’d had a late breakfast, but it was an excuse to get out of the house-- to get Peachy out of the house. “Does she really have you tryin’ on Nana’s jewelry? I hope not those gaudy brooches. She does have a couple of pearl necklaces and rings that are really beautiful,” she mused as she grabbed her purse. “Alright, let’s go-- we’ll go out the back way, she won’t know you’re missin’ until it’s too late.”

location; Norma’s Ice Cream Parlor with; @persimmonkennedy​ - closed

“Hannah you can’t eat more than one scoop of ice cream honey. Remember last time we had to throw it away and you cried?” Matt sighed at he looked up at the cashier with a pained smile. “Forget it, I don’t even care. Two scoops of bubble gum ice cream for this one, two scoops of rainbow sherbet for that one and two scoops of moose tracks me me.” He pulled his wallet out to pay for the ice cream for himself and the girls and noticed a woman standing behind him who had been incredibly patient waiting on his girls to figure out what they wanted. “And whatever she’s having I’ll buy too.” Matt smiled back at the woman. “As a thank you for being so kind about these kids not being able to make a decision without tears.”

The wait at the ice cream parlor was taking a little longer than usual, but Persimmon wasn’t one to complain. She thought the entire ordeal was really sweet, not to mention she was incredibly patient-- something she’d learned over the years from having Peachy Keen as a little sister. She’d glanced at her phone, adjusting her glasses slightly as she read a text message, not paying attention-- until she realized the man with the kids in front of her was addressing her. “I’m so sorry, what was that?” she started, before she realized he was offering to buy her ice cream. “Oh! That’s really so sweet of you, but it really wasn’t a big deal,” she protested. “Most kids are pretty indecisive-- I don’t even know what I wanna get yet, there’s so many choices and I have too many favorite flavors,” she replied with a chuckle. “I really appreciate that offer, though. But you don’t gotta worry ‘bout me bein’ upset or anything like that.” 

colter: everyone knows if i wasn't out of town i would have won the kayak race, hands down

colter: madison is blessed that i had other engagements

WHERE: anywhere tbh. but more than likely outside of a bar. WHO: open. [ @madison-starters​ ]

“Seriously? Again?” Edie’s palm smacked loudly against the window of her car, her other hand pulling with futility against the locked handle. She groaned and peered inside, the shiny, silvery glint of her keys winking at her from where they sat, nestled in the front seat. As if mocking her. “Mother f—” she cursed her car, raising a hand to smack against the window in frustration before she thought better of it, head swiveling around to survey just how dire her situation really was. She couldn’t afford a locksmith. Not again. She could, however… “Hey!” she called to the outline of a figure shrouded mostly in shadow. “If I give you twenty bucks, will you break into my car?”

Persimmon had been waiting for her date for over an hour and he’d yet to show up-- she stood outside the bar waiting for those gray bubbles to pop up and a text to come in with an explanation for leaving her waiting, a nauseous feeling of dread twisting in her stomach as she realized she’d been stood up. Brow furrowing as she contemplated the pros and cons of sending off an angry text message-- she was just about to open her phone up again when she glanced up as Edie called out to her. “---Who, me?” she stepped away from the side of the bar. “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be darlin’, but maybe we can convince someone in there to help us out? Or I can call the fire department, maybe.” 

triggers: sibling death, blindness

@madison-intros​