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Vivian Harris

Destitute Barmaid

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a character in “Tales From the West”, as played by PrincessLala17

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Name: Vivian Harris | Age:24 | Gender: Female

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Appearance: Vivian stands at roughly 5'4" and weighs around 125lbs. She has tanned skin and dark hair that she generally keeps styled into elegant ringlets. She has dark brown eyes and she wears saloon girl dresses.

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Personality: Vivian is a flirt, and will throw herself at any man who gives her any sort of attention, regardless of whether it's positive or negative attention. In part, she does this for tips, and in part because it's just a part of who she is - and, in part, she flirts with the hopes that some wealthy man will eventually take notice of her and make her his bride. Vivian has a tendency to be desperate, and will do almost anything for a little extra money. She doesn't make friends easily, but to the ones she does make, she is fiercely loyal and quite caring.

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History/Backstory: Vivian's father, Edward Harris, was a barber. He was never wealthy, but he made just enough to scrape by. Vivian never knew her mother, who died of cholera when she was little. Edward wanted the best for his daughter, and he worked hard to provide for her, but it was never quite enough to give her the world. When Vivian was eight, Edward met a woman and fell fast and hard for her. She was moderately wealthy, so he hoped that by marrying her, he'd be able to improve Vivian's quality of life. However, shortly after proposing to the woman, Edward discovered that she had an ex-lover with ties to a gang, and less than a week later, Edward and his new fiancée were shot while out on a romantic stroll. Vivian was left an orphan, forced to fend for herself. As a relatively attractive child, she was able to survive by begging on the street, and when she was fifteen, she was finally able to get a job working as a barmaid at the local saloon. She's been working there now for almost ten years, and though it's safe and familiar to her, she longs to do more with her life than end up dying poor and alone.

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So begins...

Vivian Harris's Story

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The heels of Vivian's black shoes clicked against the steps as she walked downstairs, mentally preparing herself for another long, grueling day of work. She had many responsibilities to tend to within the saloon - waiting on customers, bussing tables, and, when it got later in the day, dancing for entertainment. It had taken her a long time to learn how to dance well, but she'd eventually managed. After almost ten years working in the saloon, she liked to consider herself quite good at her job.

As she rounded the corner into the main area of the saloon, she was relieved to see that it wasn't too terribly busy. There was a pair of men who'd just come down the stairs ahead of her, a small group in a corner with drinks already served, and a man engaged in conversation with the local schoolteacher. Vivian didn't know the woman's name - they were around the same age, so she'd obviously never taught Vivian as a child. Had they gone to school together? Vivian couldn't be sure. Generally, the only people whose names she took care to learn were the male regulars who tipped well. Anyone else, even people who came in all the time, was just another face to her.

Vivian strolled over to the counter, glancing around again. There didn't seem to be anybody who needed their flagon topped up just yet, so she had some time to stand around and look pretty until someone called her over for service.

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After her rather regular conversation with the man from before, Clementine realized she didn't even know his name. How could it completely slip her mind to get his name? Thinking back, she hadn't really asked for it, but he had skillfully avoided having to give a name. She decided to shrug off the strange conversation and complete the task that she had come for.
Clementine scooted her way through the crowd, searching for someone to hand off her payment to. That's when she saw Vivian the barmaid. She had heard about and seen Vivian before, but never spoken to or met her.
"Hiya ma'am, would you mind givin' this to your boss for me? If you would let him know it is from Clementine Stanton, you'd be my hero.
She held the basket out to the barmaid, a small smile on her face.

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Vivian quirked a curious eyebrow as the schoolteacher approached her, but smiled nonetheless as she listened to what the woman had to say. Clementine. So that was her name. Wasn't a clementine some sort of fruit? The woman was holding out a basket, and a towel within was covering something that was suspiciously bread-shaped. Vivian reached out and gently took the basket from Clementine as she held it out. "Certainly, ma'am. I'm always up for a spot of heroism from time to time," Vivian responded with a soft laugh. "Dare I ask what it might be?" she added curiously.

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She chuckled, realizing how awkward it may be to just be handed a random basket by a stranger.
"Oh dear me, I'm sorry. I probably look like a smuggler over here-" She laughed again, as if the idea was so ridiculously outrageous. "No, it is just some sweet bread I cooked up..."
An idea struck her, and it brought a smile to her face. Clementine didn't really have any female friends, something that she had always hated. She was always trying to make friends, but there was not necessarily an influx of young females in San Miguel.
"Say.. You should join me in my home one time and I'll treat you to some of my famous sweet bread an' iced tea. I could always use a friend. What do you say?"

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Vivian laughed at Clementine's comment, shaking her head. "That wasn't my concern at all. I can handle smugglers," she joked in response. She was intrigued by Clementine saying that it was some sweet bread that she'd made. Vivian had no skill in the kitchen whatsoever. She could clean, and she could pour drinks, but she certainly couldn't cook. She'd tried a few times, but the kitchen staff in the back of the saloon had quickly kicked her out when they realized what a disaster it was becoming. Had she been a less honest woman, she'd have considered snagging a bite or two of the bread for herself, but she'd never dare steal from the kindly owner who'd taken pity on an orphaned teenager and given her a job and a room for all these years.

A smile came to Clementine's face suddenly, a more genuine smile from within than the friendly smile she'd given to Vivian in the first place. Then, the schoolteacher proposed that they should spend time together some day - she offered to treat Vivian to sweet bread and iced tea, and she said that they should be friends. It certainly wasn't a terrible idea. Vivian entertained male company whenever she could, but she had no female friends. A smile spread across her face now, a genuine one just as Clementine's had been. "I'd like that very much, M'z Stanton," she responded softly. "When d'you, y'know, not have the munchkins in the schoolhouse? I'm sure my schedule's got a good deal more flexibility than yours," she said with a light laugh.

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The small blonde's heart soared when Vivian accepted her invitation. Would this be the beginning of a new friendship? Would she finally have an ally in this strange, constantly changing town that she resided in? Clementine grinned at the woman's laugh. And it was true, Clementine had a strict schedule to stick to with her children. The mothers of the town would certainly have her hide if they realized she was slacking on her duties. They had made it very clear to her when she was hired, she was here to teach their children everything they needed to know from school. She was not allowed to be killed, because it was insanely difficult to find a schoolteacher for this hell of a town. And she needed to teach the children without asking any personal questions. She had never really understood that last requirement, but she was willing to follow it if it meant she got to stay with her kids. Clementine had grown attached to the children she saw every day. It was as though they were her own kids, and the kids loved her in return.
"Well, we have school every Monday through Friday from nine o'clock to two thirty, with a thirty-minute lunch break at noon. Afterward, I usually stay 'till about three or four gradin' papers or workin' on plans, but I can be free whenever!"
She couldn't conceal the excitement from her voice, and while she understood that she may be coming across a bit strong, she didn't really seem to care. The last real interaction with a friend Clementine had had was back in her hometown of Houston. People were much better conversationalists over there, and society was most definitely more advanced. Murder was certainly less common.
Clementine thought back to what life was like before she left. She used to be worried about such trivial things as gloves or seating arrangements at brunch. In fact, she had been engaged to a man named Charles Bleaker before she went to college. Boy, were her parents angry with her for breaking that off.
In a snap, Clementine realized that she needed to stop herself from thinking about all of this. She wasn't able to change the past. And anyway, she needed good stories to tell Vivian when she came over.

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Vivian lifted a hand to adjust her tight curls slightly as she listened to Clementine's words. She was excited by the prospect of having a friend. She just wasn't entirely sure what she'd do with a friend. Aside from going to Clementine's house for some sweet bread and iced tea, what would they do together? She knew what men did with their friends - they went out drinking, tried to pick up women, played cards, smoked cigars, went out hunting... None of those activities sounded terribly appealing to Vivian, though, except for maybe the cards, and she doubted they'd be appealing to Clementine. The woman was clearly intelligent and well-educated, and her fondness of children definitely indicated a layer of innocence that Vivian could only wish for.

Clementine's schedule sounded busy, and Vivian grinned slightly. "Well, I can tell ya for sure that nine o'clock's much too early," she said with a slight chuckle. "I work the evening tonight and tomorrow, but the next day I'm on the afternoon shift and should be done roughly five o'clock, maybe a bit early if it's slow. I could come 'round after then, if that'd suit you!" She remembered having friends when she was a little girl in the schoolhouse - they'd played tag and hide 'n' seek in the schoolyard, and bossy little Susie Robinson had always thrown a fit when she'd lost. They'd also played with Susie's dolls, except no one was allowed to touch them except Susie, so it was mostly just the girls all sitting in a circle watching Susie and her dolls. Of course, what kids did together was much different from what adult friends would do.

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Clementine smiled at the plan.
"That sounds like a wonderful plan to me. I'll make sure I'm done grading by five the day after tomorrow. It was nice seein' you, but I really should get back home now. Lesson plans 'n all."
She smiled and said her salutations before turning and making her way toward the saloon doors, praying that this time she wouldn't almost have her face flattened. It was embarrassing enough once!
Clementine left the building and turned in the direction of the schoolhouse. She had some cleaning and organizing to do before school began again tomorrow.

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Vivian grinned, nodding as Clementine excused herself. "Of course. Have fun plannin' lessons and all," she chimed with a light laugh. She watched as her new friend left, and then she looked around the saloon. There was probably work to be done, and as much as she usually dreaded it, she actually didn't feel too badly about having to do work now. She had a new friend, and there was a renewed bounce in her step as she began to do a quick lap of the saloon, figuring she'd stop by each of the tables to see whether or not they needed anything at the moment.