#avery:threads

where: (left blank) who: eagan connolly (@endlessreruns)

"Connolly!" Avery called out when she saw Eagan, though her smile faded when she saw the healing wounds on her face. "What the fuck happened to you? Who did this?" She was immediately taken back to their childhood, standing up to bullies on Eagan's behalf, getting into fights to protect them. She knew she didn't have the physical strength that she did back then, but she sure as hell could try to beat up whoever hurt Eagan like this.

Meowing softly, she trotted over to Helena as soon as she saw her, twisting her body around the woman’s leg, rubbing up against her gently, the way cats did. If she needed to vent, Avery was there. If she just wanted to sit in silence, Avery could do that too. She wasn’t a very effective Familiar at the moment, but she could sit and listen, at least.

where: treeline at the edge of town who: benjamin creed (@thirtecnth)

tw: ptsd, injuries, panic attack

"I am Avery Beck. I am Avery Beck." She murmured to herself as she stumbled through the trees. She didn't know how many days she'd been out here, wandering the forest. She'd lost track of time ages ago, but she was sure he was still following her. For the first few days she'd hidden from him, even catching sight of him a few times as she crouched in the brush. Every time he moved on, but she remained frozen, barely breathing, heart pounding in her ears, until she was sure he wasn't doubling back.

She found shelter in a few hollow trees, a hollow log, an overgrown bush. She ate what berries she could find, but it hadn't rained in days. She tried sucking morning dew off of leaves, but it wasn't enough. She could feel her energy waning. But she had to keep moving.

"I am Avery Beck," she muttered again. A reminder she'd repeated to herself every day for the past ten years. He'd called her something else. "Sarah." But that wasn't her. She wasn't Sarah. She was Avery Beck.

A tingle fell over her in a wave, like she'd touched an electric fence, but there was nothing there. She brushed it off. She knew she was dehydrated, possibly delirious, but she had to keep moving.

Stumbling out of the trees, the town seemed to appear out of nowhere. As the ground leveled out, she ran forward, but her legs gave out underneath her, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"H-help! Help me!" she called out weakly, reaching for the first person she saw.

where: idk, you pick who: allegra hayes ( @itsallegra )

Avery had noticed the looks between Benjamin and Allegra, pretty sure she’d caught something between them. While she hadn’t one hundred percent confirmed it, she had a good feeling the two liked each other. So naturally she needed to investigate.

“Hey you!” she called toward the redhead. “You’re Allegra Hayes, ain’tcha?”

Avery looked more closely after the person spoke, her eyes widening as she realized who it was. Without thinking, she dropped the water bottle, letting it roll down the steps, as she launched herself at Eagan, throwing her arms around their neck as tightly as she could as the tears started to flow.

"I-I can't believe you're here. How are you here?" she asked tearfully, wondering if she was hallucinating.

“I ain’t here with anyone either,” Avery said with a shrug. “I just came for the food and shit.” She glanced around the venue. “There’s nobody here you’d wanna chat up? It can’t be that hard, right?” Honestly, she had no idea. Spending ten years underground had really fucked up her social skills.

where: marisol and sam’s photography booth who: mo de la luna (@nurseguillermo)

Avery had been making her way around the festival, swiping small things that caught her eye that she liked. She’d never been able to choose her own belongings with Sir, so having so many things just laid out in front of her, she couldn’t help herself.

When she got to a booth covered in photography, she stopped to admire it, shifting to the side as others came up to do the same. When she thought nobody was looking, she tried to slip a photo off the display to pocket it.

where: front steps of clinic who: open

Avery could only stand being in the small patient room in the clinic for a little while before she felt her chest tighten and got short of breath. She went outside with the water bottle the doctor gave her, sitting down heavily on the front step and sipping the water despite the urge to guzzle it. She knew she’d get sick if she did.

She dropped her head into her hand, elbow on her knee, feeling exhausted. It didn’t seem like Sir had followed her, but at the sound of footsteps approaching, she jolted upright in fear, scurrying a few more steps up toward the clinic before registering that it wasn’t her captor.

“Shit, sorry,” she gasped out, her heart still pounding.