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LUCKY has never been a word you’d use to describe avery santora , it’s a word that he doubts has ever been used in his vocabulary let alone an adjective. but today? today he’s already marked it as the best day of his week ; for one , he woke up before noon ( ALIVE. ) only came across one dead walker on his way to lionscrest & even scored himself not one but two packets of marlboros – a fucking win in his book – he even considers calling it a day before it somehow gets ruined ( lionscrest IS a long way up anyway , too far some days. ) so instead , he procrastinates it ; finds himself on the hood of a honda something , one of those cigarettes between his fingers as he builds a mental list of the pros & cons —— PROS: socialisation? CONS: might have to share the cigs , long way to walk , could just go back to his van and fucking nap instead , and lastly , he’d end up missing that familiar blonde that owns his heart.
hazel hues blink , once , twice , trying to shake the apparition – although a nice one – and when it doesn’t fade into thin air , brows furrow in disbelief. ❛ oh , i’d know that strut anywhere. ❜ a puff of smoke fills the air as he hops off the vehicle. ❛ unless i’m just fantasizing , i do that a lot when it comes to you , arabella collins. ❜ if the wide grin that has made its home across his features doesn’t give it away , he’s happy to see her — more than happy ; relieved too , borderline euphoric. flicking the cigarette against the pavement & extinguishing it with his vans , he waits for a reaction – preferably a POSITIVE one , that might signal some affection or an embrace. ( he’s learnt over the years , that arabella collins comes to you on her own terms , not the other way around ; unless , of course , begging is in order , and then the roles are switched — confused? he doesn’t blame you. if he didn’t love her so , he’d need a manual to understand the creature. ) ❛ long way from california just to find me , amore mio — but hey , i would have walked all those miles just for you too. ❜
in the past months arabella had learnt a couple of things, one; the outbreak brought out the worst in people, two; being a vegetarian during times like these was certainly a difficult task and three; no matter how bad the circumstances of the world got arabella collins would NEVER give up her fashion sense. the girl had too many clothes and she kept them all in a perfect condition, planning every outfit accordingly to how she felt that day. today she sported her favorite valentino red slik minidress, they went perfectly with her black gucci backpack, the small one of course. anyone would think that she’d be crazy for wearing such expensive and extreme outfits but for arabella it was just an average day in a world she absolutely hated. she had to find ways to get some sort of canned fruits, she was running low on those so she was forced to do one of the things she despised the most, going to other camps and having to ask for favors. mostly she gave them something in return but usually they’d just pity the pretty dumb girl, god how wrong they were ( about the dumb part of course).
she didn’t stop walking the first time the familiar voice spoke, the girl had places to be and she thought her mind was playing tricks on her yet again, it seemed to love doing that lately. putting the voices of the people she once cared for in her mind to torture her for not looking for them, for not waiting for them and only thinking about herself. it was when he said her name that she knew it was real. taking a step back, sunglasses now on top of her curly blonde locks ( how she HATED when the humidity did this to her hair) “ god i hope with all that fantasising you’ve been doing you were able to find some cold showers” a slight smile appears on her features, she was proud of herself for that one and she wasn't going to lie, she was relieved to see that he was alive -- more like surprised. “ that’s cute, you think i’ve been looking for you -” she had. avery had been the boy arabella collins once upon a time loved, if you could even call it that. “ let me remind you santora. you lost the right to call me that a long, long time ago” probably between the third and fourth petty fight and break up arabella had made up her mind, not really. “i’m surprised you made it alive this far” translation: i’m happy you’re here.
when it came to friendships, arabella didn’t have many, all her life she had a small circle of friends who would one day stab her in the back so really they weren’t her friends so all she had left was her brother but now he was gone too. that’s when austin came in, they were an unlikely pairing but she didn’t feel as judged around him and that was enough for arabella to stick around him. “ look you shithead where are we going? these are louboutins and if i get mud or even worse, walkers insides on them there’s no fixing them --” the blonde girl whined, she had to learn by now that her heels didn’t do well on days like this but what was she meant to do? wear trainers? no she had worn those yesterday and arabella collins was NOT an outfit repeater... yet. “ it was bad enough when you got blood on my versace dress last week, i still haven’t been able to take that out you know?”. it had been hell seeing one of her favorite dresses ruined, she was still finding ways to save it but it seemed like nothing could get rid of the stains on it. “ could you at least slow down, all this walking is going to ruin me as a person and if you don’t care about the worth of my clothes at least care about my well being”
a s t r a n g e feeling of comfort always seemed to wash over the teenage boy when the static of that radio roared to life. there was a familiarity there, someone speaking in a calm manner towards him, even if it wasn’t a specific message. if anyone had ever asked why he had continued to pack that thing around throughout the months of survival, he always told them it was his father’s, something he had left of him, but that was a LIE. It was a beacon of hope for him, but he’d never admit that. this time, though, as the static washed over the serene area around him, there was a sense of p a n i c that seemed to swarm the air riley breathed. a HOARD. It was less than an hour later when he had all of his belongings packed and he began his journey to safety.
arabella hadn’t really been paying much attention as to what was happening around her, ever since the outbreak started she felt as if she was just floating by never really knowing what to do or where to go, it was all complicated. the girl had felt nothing when she heard the radios announcement, as long as she was fine she really didn’t care. it had gotten to the point where arabella was just sat outside her little home trying to attempt to do some yoga when she noticed someone walking the exact way where the hoard was apparently coming from “ you do know you’re going to kill yourself if you go in that direction right?” she spoke calmly, she really didn’t believe that there was that big of a hoard of walkers but whatever really. “ but i mean if you want to die, go right ahead”
have you heard of ARABELLA AMERICA COLLINS? she is a NINETEEN year old survivor in boulder county, who looks like PEYTON LIST. she is SELF CONFIDENT, which helps her survive as a ROGUE. however, she can also be PROUD, so i’d watch out for them. they are known as THE MILLION DOLLAR BABY.
the trash is back, hello and welcome to my ted talk where i will give u insight into the life of this absolute trash of a being whom i love n adore so buckle up folks bc it’s a bumpy ride ( its 1 am let me live) okay i tried making it short that didn’t work hahahaha im sorry but if anyone wants 2 plot like this and i will hit u up with all my love n affection
born in los angeles, california she was one of a pair, her parents had been blessed with not only one but two precious children, preston and arabella now had been born into one of the wealthiest families in america which initially would be the dream of any kid but what no one knew was that it came with a lot of consequences. the twins grew up in a life of luxury, there would never be a lack of anything in the collins’ household but it all came with a price. the collins last name was a heavy weight to carry, from the start of her childhood arabella was taught she wasn’t like the rest of the kids at school, she had something that they didn’t, she had beauty, sophistication, power and a bank account that was fully loaded with a number you could not even imagine. obviously like most rich kids, preston and arabella barely ever saw their parents (and when they did it wasn’t pretty) their kids seemed to be there just for show just so that the media could pay more attention to the collins family and they did. the collins twins seemed to be everyone’s adoration, everyone’s except their own parents.
growing up arabella became the center of attention everywhere she went, and at school there was nothing she enjoyed more than making fun of all the little girls that surrounded her, even at a young age she would befriend them and act sweet until the moment where she was able to destroy them with one single word in front of everyone. some called it seeking attention from her parents ( and they were totally right) but for arabella it was all about showing who had the most power and to show that she was truly unbreakable. all throughout middle school and high school arabella had become the perfect girl, every single girl envied her, they wanted to be her friend, they wanted to be HER. what everyone didn’t know was hell she and her brother lived behind closed doors, all the screams had only gotten louder and louder, her father had become an aggressive drunk that took his anger out on his kids and there was nothing that would stop him.
bad habits, arabella developed a lot of those, finding comfort in whatever she could find to forget the hell that she lived in but her parents didn’t allow it any further, sending her away for a few months to ‘fix’ her ( as if a few therapies would fix 16 years of damage). arabella went through with it, acting fine as if nothing had happened, everyone outside had been convinced she was away on some abroad trip and when arabella left the facility that’s exactly what she told people. she didn’t feel any better, on the contrary she just felt worse and things were only going to go downhill from there. her parents were dead, she’d been told it had been a planned murder but arabella knew that wasn’t true, she knew that they had done it themselves. she felt guilt, guilt for not shedding a single tear at their funeral, guilt for not taking any time to grieve because now it was her and preston’s responsibility to make sure the empire their parents built didn’t burn to the ground but they were just kids and kids didn’t have to have this much responsibility, right?
throughout the two years that followed, arabella learnt all the ropes to the multiple businesses her parents ran, it was hard work but on the side she decided to also make a name for herself, taking up multiple sponsorship campaigns and even starting a business of her own she was overworked, arabella finally understood what her mother meant by telling her that having the collins last name was a curse rather than a blessing. she tried to see preston as often as she could as they were both in this together but sometimes she was the one who pushed everyone away, too scared that they’d see her being weak or showing any signs of the wreck she had become behind close doors so she kept her distance thought it was safer that way.
reports of the undead roaming the streets were everywhere, on all the news, on every single channel and it had all hit a bit too quickly. arabella was scared, confused and in panic, a girl like her wasn’t prepared for this but she did what she saw everyone else do, she packed a bag of the most priced possessions, probably more than she needed and took off. she had tried reaching her preston, but all her attempts had failed which only made her to assume the worst so she set off on her own, she had no idea where to but eventually she settled in boulder, colorado. it wasn’t a place she was used to, it was new and arabella didn’t like it, this entire situation had caught her off guard and now more than ever she decided to ignore her feelings and thoughts, thoughts of if her brother was alright and if her life would ever be back to the way it was.
right these keep getting longer im sorry but here are some fun facts abt this absolute piece of trash
her real middle name is alaska but her dad was like yikes no and told everyone it was america
always dresses up in her designer clothes, always will wear something nice bc even tho theres an apocalypse arabella has to stay a fashion icon
she speaks fluent french bc of her mom and portugese bc of her nannies that basically raised her and preston
shes a rouge and has a little house she was able to turn into her own tiny mansion with a lot of hard work and getting other people to do it for her
probably carries around a tiny hand sanitizer
actually is smarter than she looks, shes been able to survive this far and i honestly have no idea how but i mean she isnt as dumb as people assume she is from looking at her
basically this vine only she does care about her hair
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