fate is a fickle thing {victoria}

[SIENNA PORTER]

What a lovely beautiful gorgeous day. There was only one thing to do on a day like this, and that was shopping. And not just any shopping. Not just grocery shopping, or clothes shopping, or shoe shopping. It was a day for knick knack shopping. For gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs.

Laughing a little to herself at the Disney reference, Sienna walked into her favorite antique shop. The employee behind the register immediately greeted her and she waved enthusiastically before making her way to her favorite section. She passed a number of things that caught her eye – a bejeweled fork, a music box with two dancing figurines, a small statue of a mermaid – but kept on keeping on until she reached the little corner. At least three tabletops covered in mason jars, decorated in every way possible. Glitter and jewels and bubbles and ribbons.

With a little sigh, she lowered herself to look through them, carefully resting her knees on the wood floor. She smiled fondly at them, as if her mother had designed each one. As if her mother was still at home with her dad and five of her sisters. Making pie or tanning by the lake or putting out the laundry. Sienna shook her head and stood, quickly brushing away what tears had streaked their way down her cheeks. She went back for the mermaid statue and the music box, and soon after added another five items to her collection.

By the time she’d made it to the cashier, she’d killed an hour. “Wasn’t here as long as usual, huh?

” Sienna grinned, reminding herself that this staff member may have been handsome and blue eyed, but he also had a girlfriend, and that that girlfriend was rather vicious. He chuckled, ringing up her items, and wrapping them all with such care, it was hardly her fault that her heart skipped a couple beats. They bid each other farewell, Sienna promising to be back in a couple days, and she got out of there before she could say anything stupid. She’d made that mistake before, her second visit to the shop.

Whatever. It didn’t even matter. She was on her way back to that nice little breakfast only place for her signature plate of strawberry waffles, with the fruit and strawberry flavored whipped cream piled on top, and she was going to have a big mug of hot cocoa. Today was her day. Or, at least, she thought it might be, until she ran head on into somebody coming the opposite direction. Sienna flailed, throwing her arms out to balance herself, and only succeeding in hitting another passerby with her bag of goodies. She finally fell flat on her ass and let out a loud, annoyed groan.

Sienna rubbed the sore spot, hoping there wouldn’t be a bruise, and checked over the delicate items. Safe, thanks to being so well packaged. She silently thanked her favorite antique shop employee before finally looking to see who the other victim was. A slender girl, no older than Sienna, with red hair and green eyes, and dressed in business attire. Shit. If there was one person you didn’t want to piss off, it was somebody with enough money to sue you. The apologies came pouring out then, every way to say ‘I’m sorry,’ including two different languages she’d randomly picked up on.

As if it all wasn’t bad enough, she’d been carrying not only stacks of paper, but also a tray full of coffee cups. Sienna naively hoped for a second that maybe they’d been empty, but going by the burning feeling on her legs and the no longer immaculate outfit the woman wore, she was shit out of luck. “Ohmygod, I’m so sorry,[/color]” she started up again, thinking now might be a good time to start gathering all of the papers together. She was so screwed.

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notes: ohmygod i am so sorry this is so long the last three paragraphs are really the only ones that matter
outfit: tba, but she's wearing shorts and probably for the sake of keeping up with all my little mermaid references in this post, probably a shirt with ariel on it
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[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

It didn't take long for Victoria to realize she was a gopher. Victoria was a gopher for her father’s company! How awful! He would be ashamed and humiliated... she thought. Then again he had started from the bottom just like any other successful business man so maybe he’d respect her. He’d say something about how there was no such thing as a small job and then ramble on about progress. Yeah, that sounded like him. Victoria grumbled as the woman at the coffee shop asked for her to go over the order a third time. While simplifying a conference room full of people’s orders down to primate comprehension, Victoria wondered why she still pretended like he was still... able to judge her. She wasn’t able to say the definite word for his status in a while. Especially when the NYPD found new evidence that was highly suggestive of foul play. It made her sick, but she didn’t have time to think much on it. She had work to do.

Victoria looked at the time and did her best not to tap her foot waiting for this slug of a barista. She opted to sit at the table and go through paperwork, organizing it meticulously. Another one of her unholy duties as an intern. Finally, when the coffee was finished, she put the papers back in a neat stack and grabbed the tray. She looked up at the clock and cursed under her breath. She had thirty minutes to get back to the office and hand out drinks before the meeting. This was gonna be a tight squeeze especially with traffic. Victoria hurried out the door and walked as fast as her heels could take her.

Yes, Victoria wore heels now. It took her a solid month to learn to walk in them without falling and another few weeks to walk without that annoying clicking sound. Ana found it amusing on the surface to watch but often asked Victoria if she should find friends to spend her free time with. Victoria would just grunt at the suggestion, not willing to admit that she in fact, had very few friends that still talked to her. So instead she found mindless tasks to fill up her free time.She even taught herself how to iron. The blouse she was wear right then was a product of her well spent time she thought.

That was until it was drenched in hot coffee. “Mother of fuck!” Victoria held strong on the impact but the boiling water was what broke her. She flinched and the whole pile of papers slipped out of her arms as well. “Dammit no! My papers!” She jerked her head up at the girl and narrowed her eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” she hissed at the fallen girl. She leaned down and picked up the now messy pile of papers. “There’s no way I can go in now! Why does every damn girl my age have to have a brain the size of a pea?! Are you fucking blind? I actually have important things to do! What are you doing?!” Victoria was full on yelling now. She didn’t care that people were watching. This girl had ruined her day and for what? Victoria look down at the girl’s bag and scoffed. A junk shop. She’d gotten run over by some prissy chick with a thrift store fashion. Great. She walked over to get a fly away paper and “accidentally” stepped on the bag.

It was halfway intentional and halfway that Victoria gave little to no care to whatever the hell was in the way of her million dollar paperwork. After recovering the last piece, she looked down at herself and started cursing in Russian. Her hands turned to fists and she thought about taking a swing. No, no, no! Nothing that could get her in trouble. “I hope you know a good dry cleaners!” she barked before letting out a hollow laugh. “You probably don’t even know what that is do you?”

notes: can you see her head exploding yet?
outfit: coffee with business

[SIENNA PORTER]

Sienna was dead. She was so so so so so so so so so dead. She was dead times infinity. This chick had fire in her eyes and venom in her words and she was going to stomp the life out of Sienna with those pointy high heels of hers. It was at least a little reassuring to hear the woman swear. All the business people she’d run into before (only, like, five okay!) had never sworn. Just grumbled about what an idiot she was and continued on their way. Then again, they hadn’t had coffee spilled all over them. She bit her tongue, swallowing whatever apologies were going to be next, and sort of just… stared.

Shaking her head a bit, as if to answer ‘no, I don’t know what I’ve done,’ Sienna froze and stopped picking up the papers. Size of a pea? Sienna bristled at that, rising up from where she still sat, as if to say something. But when the ginger continued, Sienna took the minute to tell herself to calm down. This girl didn’t know anything, she was angry, and she was saying what immediately came to mind. It was just an empty insult. Breath, Sie. People were staring and Sienna would be embarrassed if she wasn’t the one making a scene. Seriously, what was this chick’s deal?

She must’ve been hecka stressed to lose it so quickly like that. Sienna had just reached to pull her bag closer to her, lest it get caught in the crossfire, when low and behold, the chick went and STEPPED ON IT!! Oh, hell no. Getting to her feet and clutching her purchases to her chest, Sienna met the woman’s glare with one of her own. She carefully felt to make sure nothing was broken, and it didn’t seem so, and she was suddenly also blaming this girl for practically encouraging her crush on cute taken antique guy. “Listen here, missy!

” Sienna snapped, pointing a finger in the girl’s face.

“It’s one thing to accidentally run into someone on a VERY CROWDED street where neither of us seems to be paying attention! It’s another entirely to PURPOSELY step on something they just spent money on, something that could be very valuable to them, for all you know![/color]” Sienna nearly shook the bag as if to make her point, but instead held onto it tighter in case this nut job decided to snatch it from her and throw it into traffic. “I’m not blind! I don’t have a brain the size of a pea! I don’t know a good dry cleaners! And no,[/color]” she paused, giving the blouse a distasteful look. “I don’t know what that is, though if I had to guess I’d say it was a ruined shirt.[/color]

Somebody get some ice over here cause lady just got BURNED! But in all honesty, Sienna deflated not shortly after her rant and took a step back, telling herself again to breathe. It’d been awhile since she’d gone at it with Shiloh and so she’d been bottling a lot of things up lately, even though her roommate Nahnie was a really good listener and advice giver. Now that she’d gotten that off her chest, though, Sienna wanted to help. This woman obviously needed a day off and she looked the type to not take it unless somebody really badgered her about it. Good thing Sienna was a pro badgerer.

“What say you we ignore this whole thing ever happened, since I did, like, apologize fifty times, and I take you to my favorite little breakfast place and buy you a big plate of French toast, or whatever your favorite breakfast food is, and I call your work as a client who desperately needed you today, and basically get you off the hook and save the day.[/color]” Phew, being a superhero must’ve been tough.

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notes: i didnt know sienna had this in her
outfit: her bracelet says 'keep calm and be a mermaid'
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[VICTORIA ROMENZ]

Victoria’s head soon began spinning. How would she fix this in time? She couldn’t! What would that tell the people at the meeting? She would be looked at as unreliable! These people would see her and only remember the girl who couldn’t deliver a simple coffee order on time. How was she going to be respected if she couldn’t even do the simple things? Victoria looked at the time. Five precious minutes wasted. Not that it mattered now. She was done for. She was...

No. No, tears. She was a grown woman. A woman who shouldn’t have had such an outburst of emotion. It was immature and completely unnecessary. Now that she had though, it was as if Victoria opened the floodgates to all her suppressed emotion. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. She took several deep breaths and faced the girl again. Victoria guessed the hipster though it was her turn to speak.

“Of course not. I doubt you’ve ever worked a real job! This shirt is ruined because of your clumsiness! This is your fault but they’re going to blame me! You know why? Because they always blame me!” Victoria’s voice cracked and she put her face in her hands. The papers slipped out of her arms but she made no motion to get them. She’d had it. Her day was in the toliet. All that work to have a good reputation would be botched by something she couldn’t control. Like always it seemed.

She took a few deep breaths and managed not to ruin her make-up with pity crying. She had nearly cooled off when the girl started talking again. Looking up with an expression that wreaked of ‘are you fucking kidding me?’, Victoria listened to this girl. God, there must have been something wrong with her mind. “Forget this ever happened... Right. Why don’t you just go back to your fantasy land and I’ll try to pick up the pieces of my broken career,” she spat. “Apologies mean nothing. They’re words. And weak words at that.” She grumbled in Russian and picked up the papers again. The girl had mentioned something about talking to her boss. What was she going to do? Hypnotize the man into forgetting?
“I am a specialized intern for a Fortune 500 company. We don’t just take calls from strangers. You can’t just come in dressed like a child and expect to be able to do anything. They wouldn’t even let you past the security looking like you do.” She brushed the dirt of her papers and frowned. “I have to go find someway to fix this. Run along.”

notes: caaaatfight
outfit: now covered in coffee

[SIENNA PORTER]

Whoever this girl was (she looked like a Rebecca, Sienna thought), seemed on the verge of tears. That was totally fine. Sienna would rather have her crying than shouting. Sienna was better at shooshing than she was yelling or apologizing, or both combined. She thought it should’ve been that way with everybody, because man, wouldn’t the world be better off?? Oh, what was that supposed to mean? Who made the decision on what was or wasn’t a real job? Retail was TOTALLY a real job. She had to deal with shitty customers all the time, leaving clothes in the dressing room and jewelry strewn about and bags in the wrong place, and OH don’t even get her started on people who went through every shirt in a pile and then didn’t even try to fold them afterwards! Seriously, what was that even abou--

Had Rebecca’s voice just cracked? Sienna quickly told herself to not call the girl that and then she was all motherly instincts. Because even though the lady was all business attire and fancy jobs, she still looked a few years younger than Sienna was. “Sounds like a shitty job.

” She sounded equal parts amused and sympathetic. Why would anybody stay at a workplace like that, where all their faults were picked on but their accomplishments never praised? The papers went falling to the ground again and Sienna, doing her best to still hold onto her bag, went to pick them up. The woman stood still, her head in her hands, and Sienna frowned at her. She really needed a day off.

Well, that wasn’t a friendly expression. “Why don’t you come with? It’s an awfully nice place.[/color]” Funnily enough, Sienna had actually built herself a little fantasy land. Bright green grass and sunny skies and a glittering ocean that she didn’t remember creating and so she avoided it at all costs; all of her favorite foods, everything smelling of strawberry, and never ending 90’s music playing wherever she went. It was perfect and business woman whose name may or may not have been Rebecca needed to book a ticket there ASAP. If Sienna listened hard enough, she was sure the redhead was mumbling something in a different language and Sienna’s curiosity peaked. “What’s that language?[/color]” What better way to distract someone than by asking about something totally off topic?

Her brows rose and she smirked a little, wondering when she’d asked what this chick’s job was. Sienna didn’t really care, especially not since it was sure to be something boring given the outfit she was stuck in. All she’d needed to know was that her plan wouldn’t work. “I, uh. Good for you. Props.[/color]” She took offense to the next comment, though. What was wrong with The Little Mermaid? Had she never seen a Disney movie? Huffing, Sienna reminded herself that at least she wasn’t covered in coffee and looked more presentable at the moment than Rebecca did. “What’s your name?[/color]” She finally asked, “not Rebecca, is it?”

And despite being told to leave, Sienna stood her ground, shifting to stand more comfortably, and loosely crossing her arms over her chest. “Two heads are better than one.[/color]” She handed over what papers she had managed to pick up. “Even if one is only filled with a brain ‘the size of a pea,’[/color]” Sienna added snarkily.
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