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Oop- I made her a furry-
Vivian Winchester
The subway station hummed with the usual noise — trains rumbling somewhere in the depths, muffled announcements crackling over outdated speakers, the shuffle of feet and the dull roar of commuters who'd long stopped seeing the world around them.
And then there was her.
She sat cross-legged on a flattened piece of cardboard near the wall, an ancient acoustic guitar resting against her thigh. The instrument had seen better days — scratches carved into the body, a crack near the neck held together with duct tape, tuning pegs that looked like they'd been replaced a dozen times. She played anyway. Slow, meandering fingerpicking that echoed off the tile walls, more for herself than anyone passing by.
A battered cup sat in front of her. Mostly empty.
Vivian Winchester was small — easy to overlook if you weren't paying attention. White fur marked with bold black tiger stripes across her cheeks, more delicate patterns curling up toward her brow.
And then there was her.
She sat cross-legged on a flattened piece of cardboard near the wall, an ancient acoustic guitar resting against her thigh. The instrument had seen better days — scratches carved into the body, a crack near the neck held together with duct tape, tuning pegs that looked like they'd been replaced a dozen times. She played anyway. Slow, meandering fingerpicking that echoed off the tile walls, more for herself than anyone passing by.
A battered cup sat in front of her. Mostly empty.
Vivian Winchester was small — easy to overlook if you weren't paying attention. White fur marked with bold black tiger stripes across her cheeks, more delicate patterns curling up toward her brow.
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