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Victoria Scarlet

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Feb 17 2018, 10:48 AM
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Victoria had been so preoccupied with using both of her hands to sift through the dirt in the ground that she hadn't even glanced up to check on Will. Her imagination of being the frantic mother who loses track of her own son, as she wipes her hands on the long apron tied around her waist, was nothing like what she thought at all. “Will!” Victoria's soft cry of his name splits the air around her but it receives no answer before she is barely feeling her feet touch the ground as she goes running toward the line of trees leading into the forest. “Will, where are you!?” Oh God, what if something had happened to him? No, Victoria could not think that way – especially not after Zachariah had taken off and abandoned them to live the life of a thief & scoundrel.<p><p>Victoria slows her steps down a bit, breathing heavily from her running to search for Will. And then the sound of hoof beats reach Victoria's ears, making her turn her head toward the sound as it approached the tiny shack-like home she & Zachariah had built before he took off for parts unknown. “Is this your boy, ma'am?” the rider asks her and Victoria nods her head of dark hair, finally finding her voice after a second.<p><p>“Yes, he's mine.” With gentle but firm hands, Victoria hauls her son down from the saddle and holds him close before setting him onto his feet. “You had me worried to death, William Scarlet. How many times have I told you not to run off while I'm working in the garden?” Turning toward the man to thank him, Victoria was surprised when he only tips his hat to her and turns his horse to ride off.<p><p>Victoria didn't get to thank him.

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Feb 16 2018, 09:49 AM
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Her high heels made a click, click, click sound on the tile floors of the office building's main lobby as Victoria Scarlet made her way toward the front desk, ignoring the nervous rambling from the lobby's secretary as soon as the brunette had approached. “Please tell Mr. Vane that I am here to see him and will not wait.” Oh she had a lot to say to Charles and waiting would not please her in the least.<p><p>“Yes, Miss Scarlet, I will call and let him know that you're here.”<p><p>Good. Now get on it, poppet. Returning to this city – to New York – felt…foreign. Victoria had always felt like she didn't belong, but the Vane family took her under their wing as soon as she was old enough. After being abandoned by her own father, and her brother Robin was off seeing the world with his wife Marian and their son Roland. Upheaving, interrupting, Robin's life was the last thing that Victoria wanted to do so the Vane family didn't call him like they had promised her.<p><p>But it was Charles' brother whom had captured Victoria's heart from the very beginning, even as young as she was after the Vane's took her in. Once buzzed in to see Charles, Victoria's feet suddenly gave out from underneath her; sending her and her purse flying.<p><p>Oh what a way to start her lecture to Charles about interfering with her “so called love life” with his brother Colin by falling flat on her face. Boy did she hate wearing heels!<p><p>Gentle hands help her to her feet but Victoria's own slender hands swat at his before he can go to help her pick up the contents of her purse. “Please don't touch that.” Or me. “Why? Why did you have to send him to the London office, Charles? Why!? He did nothing wrong with me. Didn't force me into anything, and yet, I get the 'Dear Johanna' letter.”<p><p>Her hand rears back and a loud smack lands onto his cheek, leaving the red mark from the force of Victoria's slap.

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Deep, rich laughter bubbles its way up out of Victoria's throat as she playfully tries – and finally successfully wins – to get Charles to give her a piece of the cotton candy she had purchased for them to share. Her hand is gentle as it grasps Charles' wrist to ease the stick of candy until Victoria can use her other hand to pull some free, bringing it to her mouth to munch on; grinning big when her date playfully glares at her. “Did you want some?” Tearing off another piece, Victoria offers it to him and laughs once more as top & bottom teeth nip at her finger. “Play nice now, Charles.”<p><p>Given their experiences with romances in the past, Victoria knew they were both being cautious about stepping into that territory again; having both been the one betrayed and the one who did the betraying. Munching on another piece of cotton candy, Victoria's gaze drifts off into the distance; barely hearing Charles asking her a question before a set of masculine fingers tuck her hair behind her ears, making her turn her head back toward him. “Sorry. I was just lost in my thoughts.”


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Dressed in a gorgeous – and strapless – ball gown perfect for a masquerade in a deep dark rose color, Victoria was standing alone in the town hall; looking around at all of the decorations. The people who had thrown this all together had done an amazing job with it, and Victoria was glad to be a part of it all. As she stands there looking around, Victoria's senses were on full alert and she finally decides to turn around before the tap on her shoulder could be felt; head falling so far back to admire the man who stood tall before her. My goodness, he cleaned up so impeccably well, and Victoria couldn't be prouder she'd managed to get him into a suit – minus the tie. Victoria hadn't forced him to wear the tie.<p><p>Victoria took a moment to look him over before nodding her approval. “I must say that I am very impressed, Mr. Vane.” Her hands are gentle as they move up to splay along his chest, smoothing out the material of the jacket before just laying there in place; watching and feeling as his hands came to cover her own.<p><p>The contrast of small & slender to large & masculine reminded Victoria that she was turning into a sucker for the “bad boys”, but Charles was different from Zachariah, and she wasn't about to let herself be stuck in the past.<p><p>Charles was a step toward her future, and that was exactly what Victoria looked forward to. “Shall we dance for a bit, Mr. Vane?” Her voice is soft, smile genuine, as she gently slides one hand out from beneath his to extend out to him; feeling the soft kiss pressed to her knuckles, and hearing his response.

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Her run-in with Zelena had only made Victoria glad that the woman Robin went on and on about much more pleasant than the redhead. The brunette makes her way to the town hall, where she was planning to meet Robin, dressed in a simple cable-knit – and pink – sweater dress; hair clipped back with a flower that matches the color of her sweater dress. As soon as Victoria spots her brother, she goes to hug him fiercely; smiling all the more as he returns the hug. And then she is pulling away to grip his forearms. “Do you think that she'll like me, Robbie? I want to make a good first impression for her.” Not that Victoria would have to try very hard; she knew Robin would tell her if she was doing a terrible job or a great one.<p><p>The pair of siblings walk toward the town hall arm in arm, and make their way to Regina's personal office; both of them smiling.<p><p>Today was turning out to be a good one.
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