#avery:threads

[ambercast]

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.

[stormymists]

who: corvi sinclaire ( @themasksheraid ) where: town

Avery had lived in Greenview her whole life, but she still wasn't completely used to just how cold it could get. It was particularly icy today, which made carrying groceries home from Aldi's rather difficult. She would've ridden her bike, but the stupid thing had a flat tire so here she was, trudging through the ice and snow with her bags, trying to avoid any slick patches.

She couldn't avoid all of them, though, and one misstep led to her foot slipping out from under her, sending her and her bags crashing to the sidewalk.

"Ow! Fuck!"

[ambercast]

"The guy saved my life! I figured if he'd done that he ain't looking to, like, murder me or whatever. Random market people is something different," Avery said, smirking faintly. She wasn't sure what to think of the portals. Normally she'd be all for checking out something spooky and interesting, but she was a lot more timid these days.

"I don't mind loud and noisy if it's music," she added, shaking her head. "And I'm a super angry person, so I guess I gotta check it out." She glanced over at him with a small smile. "But there better be snacks."

"Oh - yeah, I guess I get that." They did in theory, anyway. "So you met some guy and just said yeah I'll live with him?" Prince raised his eyebrows, bemused. "And yet I raise danger flags for your brain." He was teasing, of course. "Nah, it's cool, the people here are really cool and nice. It's sort of refreshing."

"Great question - it's a weird fucking place. Jace is one of the rangers, and he's essentially like my brother, so I bet if I asked him really nicely, he'd let us take a peek at one of the safer portals. It's kind of cool - or so I've heard." They frowned at the moniker Avery mentioned for her captor, but said nothing. "Well - I mean, it's kind of loud and noisy, but people who are really angry also really love it. So, you know, you're welcome by any time. If you wanted to check it out."

[mytarnishedsilver]

Avery was once again waiting for Helena in the alleyway where she’d first run into the witch. She knew she should reveal herself to the young woman, but the fear of rejection still permeated her entire (at the moment small) being. The paranoia that Helena would treat her poorly also bounced around her mind, though she’d been nothing but nice to her while she remained in cat form.

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.

(( @likewanderingstars​ ))

[ambercast]

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?”

[stormymists]

who: collins cafferty ( @kissyourselfgoodnight ) where: lighthouse giftshop

"Hey . . . you hungry?" Avery asked, draping over the counter as she watched Collins. "We should get something to eat. It's super dead right now. I can lock up for an hour or so, I bet. This weather is crazy cold. Nobody's going to come for a lighthouse tour right now."

[ambercast]

“Karma owes me like a million times after the shit I’ve been through,” Avery said, shaking her head. “But fine, I’ll be ‘good.’” She did the air quotes with her fingers. “Do I look like a flower crown bitch?” she asked then, raising her eyebrows. But then she shrugged. “I’ll take one though. If you’re buying.”

“Not anymore. My money isn’t worth shit here so I’m back to square one.” He tried not to think about it too often. All that schooling and work yet here he was again. It was hard. He eyed her and then the wallet again. “Do the right thing or karma will always bite you in the ass…” With that, he’d leave her to choose. “Did you want one of those flower crowns? I’m buying.”

[masteraverysterling]

the cauldron -- even the bar had a new name, and avery was enjoying the change in atmosphere the spooky decorations paired with the themed drink menu and loud pulsing music had him feeling a hint of that halloween spirit he hadn’t experienced since he was a kid. hearing what sounded like his name being called over the chaotic din of music and voices, avery turned with a lopsided grin on his lips. “did you need me?” he questioned feeling doppy-happy. 

[mytarnishedsilver]

Avery was walking, minding her own business, when the smell of spray paint hit her nose. She paused, following the scent to where she started to hear the sound of the paint being sprayed as well.

“Hey . . .” she said as she approached the artist. She looked at the work in progress, eyebrows raised. “That’s pretty good, actually.”

(( @firenovas​ ))

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @endlessreruns)

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.

[stormymists]

"Honestly at this point anything would be fun," Avery said with a laugh. "It gets so boring here in the winter. Nobody wants lighthouse tours when it's in the negatives with the windchill."

"Ya got me there," Chandler replied cheerfully. "That's nice though that you and Collins can order in. It's better to excuse ordering food when it's for more than one person. In my opinion, anyway." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I might. Depends on what you think is fun."

[ambercast]

(continued from here with @backmaskcd)

“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.

[ambercast]

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.

[ambercast]

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.

[ambercast]

"Yeah, but, like, it's not a big deal or whatever," Avery said, shaking her head quickly. She didn't want to make a big deal out of such a sentimental gift that she'd spent a lot of time on. It had been difficult to get the braid right. The girl who helped her had a lot of patience, thankfully. "I got a lot of birthdays to make up for."

"You didn't have to get me nothing" she said as she looked down at the small box now in her hand. They opened it up as Avery went on to explain about buying the stuff and getting help from someone at the commune. "Wait, you like - you actually made this?" she asked staring down at it and then looking over at Avery.

[stormymists]

who: bart rutherford ( @themasksheraid ) where: the lighthouse

"So, what's the rich kid doing slumming down by the rocks with us poors?" Avery asked, amused as she watched the mayor's kid on the rocky shoreline. She was on her break but it didn't coincide with Collins' for the first time in a while so she was rather bored. Bart Rutherford showing up was definitely something new and interesting.