darkness.

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[carsonnyscott]

devinsuarez·:

@carsonnyscott·.

“Again?!” Devin asked, hazel hues focused on the familiar golden retriever that had come in trailing behind its owner. Though her tone contradicted the features on her face for she couldn’t help the fact that she was glad to see Carson, she couldn’t say the same about Peter Barker. At least, only a little bit. “Why can’t I figure out whats wrong with you?” she muttered to herself. Even though the selfish side of her wanted to say that there was nothing wrong with him, her doctoral instincts came first and wanted to diagnose this puppy properly. “Charlie literally brought him in last week.” an exasperated sigh permeated through her breath as she jerked a hand over. “Come on in, you get first priority.” she whispered. Whether that was aimed at Peter Barker or Carson, she wasn’t sure. Turning towards the last person sitting in the waiting room, she threw them an apologetic smile. “I’ll be just a minute.”

"I know, right? I don’t know what’s wrong with the poor guy. He’s a little...” What was going to be the problem he went with today? He sifted through a few in his head before just saying the first thing that came to mind. “...sniffly? Yeah, he’s got a case of severely wet dog nose. You know, I can’t even boop his snoot the way I want to. It’s tragic.” His sister had somehow gotten involved in this whole thing he had with Devin, but at least they would know each other if things ever went past taking care of his dog. He sure as hell hoped it did. That required him actually asking her out though and it seemed harder to do than he thought it would be. He followed her into the room, Peter Barker trotting in front of him not looking like he had a care in the world. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, no problems at all. In all honesty, the dog was probably wondering why the hell he had to keep coming to vet’s office. And all Sonny could say was, “Look, buddy, you’re my wingman.” and give him a treat. “Alright, level with me, doc. What’s up with little Spidey here?”

[carsonnyscott]

dahliasedano‌:

The training ring at Retrograde from four to five-thirty every Thursday night had always been booked out by Dahlia and Sonny since the dawn of time it felt, albeit ventured closer to the past eight years. Since she exited the academy and required maintaining her fitness on an elevated level, the duo could often be discovered practicing with boxing gloves well past their reserved time and tonight existed as no different. They’d paused for a brief moment after one of her swings, hues alight with amusement and genuine surprise at her own exertion. “You just don’t want to admit I might’ve actually hurt you that time. It’s okay, no judgment. Just didn’t take you for an absolute baby.” @carsonnyscott​

Retrograde, for the most part, was fairly busy on a Thursday night. It was why the training ring had to be booked well in advance to be used at this time. He couldn’t have even wanted to think about having to fight over that with one of the other trainers so he had just booked every Thursday for the foreseeable future. It was an easy task to accomplish when you had a face like Sonny’s and quite a lot of charm. He didn’t particularly like to get things that way, but he wasn’t exactly going to deny it. After their brief pause, he raised an eyebrow at the words leaving her mouth. “No, no. I just wanted to give you a little break since it felt like little baby hands hitting these pads. I was wondering what was going on,” he joked. In reality, she had hit pretty hard so he was letting his hands take a break, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. No need to fuel any egos when she was the one with the boxing gloves on. Then again, telling her she had baby hands probably wasn’t a good idea either. Whatever, it was a lose-lose situation.

[carsonnyscott]

deanholdcr·:

        Coming from the longest shift known to man, with very little time for breaks or naps, all Dean wanted to do was relax solely on his own with countless glasses of whiskey, turn in to bed, and switch off for a day or two. But alas, a Saturday night at Moonie’s Bar & Grill, located conveniently just down the road from the hospital, meant a full house and very little room to isolate oneself. Fuck. Scanning the place grumpily, muttering under his breath at the inconvenience, Dean finally found a spare seat — and although it wasn’t what he’d pictured in his head, he settled for it anyhow. “The usual, Bailey,” he calls out, thankful that there was at least a few bartenders on that night to help ease the demands of who knows how many drunkards. How were there this many people out on a Saturday night in the town of Mystic?! “Might as well set me up with a few so I can get on out of here, and outta your hair.” 

Still donning his gym clothes, Carson made his way down to Moonie’s to get a drink. It probably wan’t the best idea to go get a drink right after working out, but he had been really feeling the pressure weighing down on his chest today. No matter how many people walked in and out of the gym, the dark thoughts looming around in his head decided to constantly make an appearance. He was sick of it and the only distraction he could think of was getting a few drinks into his system so they would be gone for a few hours. As he sat at the crowded bar on drink number three, he heard a familiar voice only a few seats down from him. He wasn’t about to get up from his own seat so he simply called out to Dean. “Fancy seeing you here, baby. I would’ve texted you to meet up if I had known you were coming.”

[carsonnyscott]

gale-arcenaux·:

Gale rolled over onto his back when he heard Carson’s voice, chuckling a little as he huffed out a breath, “Didn’t think I’d be on my back again for ya this soon, Carson.” He smiled a little at his joke, finally pulling himself up into a sitting position. He reached up to grab on to Carson’s shirt, pulling himself up and grateful that the other was balanced enough not to fall over. “How long you been creepin’ outside the bar?”

“I distinctly remember you being on your knees, but sure let’s go with on your back.” He said it as casually as he could possibly muster. Watching as Gale pulled himself up by using Carson’s shirt, he let a brow raise. Him being that balanced while a drunk guy basically used him as a wall was a surprise to him, but all he had done was plant his feet a little harder to the ground. “I wasn’t creeping. I was doing what any sane person would do outside of a bar. Or, you know, not getting thrown out.” He looked the other man up and down. “What got you kicked out?”

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[carsonnyscott]

gale-arcenaux‌:

Consistently evaluating his choices would’ve been far too difficult. Gale preferred to just take every moment as it was; his life had already been sheltered for far too long for him to play it safe everywhere he went. It’s partly the reason why he drank until his liver expressed how much it hated him, truly wondering how much his heart could take, but even now, as he felt hands hauling him towards the door of the bar, well, he knew he’d pushed everyone a bit far that night.

The cold night air hit him like a freight train, as did the cement he found himself on just seconds later. The bouncers gave him a look that said ‘don’t come back’, and Gale had to take a deep breath to regain his bearings before he pulled himself to his feet. He glanced at the person who he’d landed in front of, managing a half smile as he cleared his throat, “Ain’t really been my night. You got a cigarette?” 

Well, he certainly hadn’t expected his night to end up at this very moment. Carson was not that big of a drinker, but he did do it socially. Who didn’t? He had felt like getting a drink tonight though. Sometimes he could barely sleep and others, he could sleep for hours. Tonight was one of the former. So he had decided to head outside to get a breath of fresh air. And a drink or two. The nightmares seemed to be rearing their ugly heads this past week so he was sure there would be more nights like this. Nevertheless, he hadn’t expected Gale to be thrown out of the bar right next to him right after he had left it.

“Well, I don’t have a cigarette, but I have a lighter. Not really helpful, I don’t think.” The lighter would probably help more if he had a cigarette on him. He only kept it on him for emergencies though. Who knew when you would need to bust out a lighter in random events that happened?

[carsonnyscott]

goodluckcharliescott·:

Charlie had no idea what to expect once she got off this plane. She was about to return to a place she never thought she would come back to. When she had left all those years ago, she hadn’t actually planned to stay forever. She just needed to get away from this place, away from everyone. She had needed time just to process what she had went through. Figure out how to handle all the pain and anguish she had felt bubbling inside her. But the longer she stayed away, the easier it was for her. Leaving everything in the past was healing, in a way. It didn’t cleanse her completely, but she had become comfortable being on her own. As fucked up as it sounded, she grew comfortable with never speaking to her family, or friends, or… wife. And she felt she was doing them all a favor. She wasn’t herself anymore. She already hurt them all by leaving. She formed the belief that it was best if they just never saw her again, if they just had the memories of how she was before the fire, instead of seeing the person she became.

But fast forward ten years. She had no idea how Carson found her. Her business alias, C.M. Scott, felt vague enough that she couldn’t be so easily traceable. He must’ve searched rigorously, still, after all these years, to figure out her photography instagram was her. How easy it was for her to agree to come home, all because he told her their dad was sick. How easy it was for her to pack up her things, ditch her L.A. apartment, and come back to Mystic. She dreaded what she could encounter when she got there. But what she feared most of all was how her family would act when she returned. There was nothing that would prepare her for their resentment, but she knew she had to stop being a pussy about it.

Luggage in hand, her heart raced as she entered the arrival gate. A thought slipped through her mind that it wasn’t too late to turn around before her brother could spot her. But she told herself to stop it. She was here, and she was here to stay. For now, anyway. It didn’t take long for her to notice the enormous blonde man standing several feet away. It was hard to miss someone who towered everyone else in the airport. He looked the same after all this time, just with a lot more muscle. Her heart raced faster and faster as she approached him, stopping just in front of him. It was surreal, seeing him right here in front of her. She was hit with a wave of emotion that she hadn’t let herself feel in almost a decade.

“I forgot how freakishly tall you are,” was the first thing she said to him for the first time in ten years, before she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

@carsonnyscott·

Carson cared about a lot of things in the world. His daughter was the first person on his list even though he hadn’t seen her in nearly ten years. Charlotte Scott was the second. The two of them had gotten along fairly well growing up given how far apart they were in age. It was only a five year gap, but it was enough for them to not have gone to school together when it really mattered. By the time she was in high school, he was already graduating and heading off to join the military. His stint had been short enough that he was able to actually see her graduate from high school, but it felt like that was all he was able to see. Everything seemed to work against their relationship when it came to the hand he was dealt in life, but nothing had ever truly broken their bond.

After the fire, when she had left him and her wife, he thought it would be easier to deal with having his daughter Constance there, but it was only short-lived. Losing the people he cared about the most due to the circumstances of the fire left him in a bit of a situation. He had turned into quite the cynic and optimism was surely not his strong suit. More specifically when it came to his life though. Everyone else’s lives he tried to help to the best of his ability. He just wished he could have protected the people that mattered the most to him. Instead, they had all left. Connie didn’t even have a choice and he could only hope but wonder where the hell her and his ex were. He was missing so much that he could barely live with himself because of it. She was eleven years old. Eleven. He wanted to be there for her.

Then there was his father. It was the reason Charlie was back in the first place. It made him wonder if she even wanted to see him. What if she just reluctantly came back because their father was dying? What if she didn’t want to see Carson at all? All of those thoughts were racing through his head as he waited for his sister to show up in the airport. When he finally saw her, it was like a small part of him came back. Her standing in front of him right now almost felt surreal. And the words that left her mouth were oh so Charlie.

“I think you only think that because you’re so freakishly short.” She wasn’t really. To be honest, he had met way shorter before. However, she was definitely far enough down where he could pet her on the head if he wanted to. He wouldn’t though. All he really wanted to do was hug her. It had been nearly ten years. It was the most they could do in the crowded airport. “C’mon. I’ll get you over to the ‘rents.” He looked down at the dog by his side. “Let’s go, Spidey.”

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chris hemsworth’s work out via instagram.  

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[goodluckcharliescott]

@carsonnyscott

[carsonnyscott]

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full Name: Carson Michael Scott

Nickname(s): Sonny

Age: 34 yrs old (35 this year)

Date of Birth: August 11th, 1985

Hometown: Mystic, Connecticut

Current Location: Mystic, Connecticut

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Orientation: Panromantic/Pansexual

Religion: Atheist

Political Affiliation: Independent

Occupation: Personal Trainer at Retrograde

Living Arrangements: Lives in a house with a roommate

Language(s) Spoken: English

Accent: New England

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Chris Hemsworth

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Blue

Height: 6′3″

Weight: 215 lbs.

Build: Athletic

Tattoos: A fire nation tattoo behind his right ear that he shares with his sister Charlie who has one behind her left ear & a Dr. Seuss illustration underneath his right arm from ‘Oh, The Places You’ll Go’

Piercings: One small stud in each ear

Clothing Style: Casual, Athleisure

Usual Expression: A big smile on his face probably after telling a dad joke

Distinguishing Characteristics: Cut on left eyebrow, Scars scattered about his body, Prosthetic right leg that starts from the knee down

HEALTH.

Physical Ailments: Amputation (right leg from the knee down)

Neurological Conditions: PTSD

Allergies: None

Sleeping Habits: Falls asleep late and wakes up often throughout the night due to nightmares.

Eating Habits: Has a very healthy diet, but has a cheat day every Sunday where he indulges.

Exercise Habits: Exercises every single day for at least two hours. Tends to prefer lifting weights, but puts at least a half hour of cardio in daily.

Emotional Stability: Probably a 5 just because he more than likely is going to break at any given second if he gets one more bit of bad news in his life.

Sociability: Loves being around other people often because it gives him the opportunity to get away from his own thoughts for a while.

Body Temperature: Average

Addictions: None

Drug Use: None

Alcohol Use: Socially (but he does indulge every once in a while when his emotions really catch up to him)

PERSONALITY.

Label: The Athlete

Positive Traits: Adventurous, Charming, Friendly

Negative Traits: Impulsive, Blunt, Cynical

Goals/Desires: All he wants is to see his daughter again.

Fears: Losing any of his family, Sleeping

Hobbies: Working out, Fixing up his motorcycle

Habits: Making jokes in awkward situations, Plays with his dog tags when he’s anxious, Usually chewing gum

FAVOURITES.

Weather: Warm, not hot

Colour: Blue

Music: Hip-Hop, Rock, Alternative

Movies: John Wick, Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse, Shaun of the Dead, Toy Story, The Goonies, Rocky, Fight Club

Sport: Football

Beverage: Water

Food: Pizza, Chicken

Animal: Dogs

FAMILY.

Father: Allen Scott, 61 ; Corporate Lawyer

Mother: Lily Scott, 59 ; Pharmacist

Sibling(s): Charlie Scott, 29 ; Freelance Photographer

Children: Constance Scott, 11

Pet(s): Peter Barker, 3

Family’s Financial Status: Upper Middle Class

EXTRA.

Zodiac Sign: Leo

MBTI: ESFP

Enneagram: Type 9 (The Mediator)

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Primary Vice: Sloth

Primary Virtue: Kindness

Element: Fire

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THE CHARACTER…

NAME: Carson ‘Sonny’ Scott AGE: 34 BIRTHDAY: August 11, 1985 GENDER/PRONOUNS: He/Him/His BIRTHPLACE: Mystic, Connecticut OCCUPATION: Personal Trainer at Retrograde STAYED/LEFT/NEW: Stayed FACECLAIM: Chris Hemsworth

THEIR STORY…

Trigger Warnings: War, Cancer, Injury

Carson Scott was nothing short of a little shit while he was growing up. Being the only child for his parents gave him a few perks that he would surely take advantage of in the years until he was five years old. When his sister was born, he tamed himself only slightly. This was a heavy is the head that wears the crown type of scenario. The baby sibling always got what they wanted whenever they wanted and the older sibling would be left with all of these unbearable expectations. The Scott family wasn’t all that strict though. His sister had taken up the reins of being the little shit in the family and he would always be left picking up the pieces. It wasn’t a nuisance for him for his sister to have fun though. He sure didn’t stray away from it himself. However, where his sister was skipping school and getting good grades without even trying, Sonny was trying his hardest to get the best of grades. He played a ton of sports, eventually sticking to football, and he didn’t want to be the typical jock with horrible grades.  That, however, did not seem to work in his favor. No matter how hard he tried, it just seemed like academics came harder to him than athletics ever would. And he would just have to accept that. Once he was out of high school, he was left with a feeling of disappointment. He regretted the life he had made for himself in high school as the typical jock and wanted to make a name elsewhere. His sister was still in school when he left for the military. It was different from Mystic in every way and it almost felt like a fresh start to him. It was everything he could have wanted at the time, but it was nothing that he really needed. The camaraderie that came with the brothers he was enlisted to protect while in the line of duty gave him a sense of family when his was so far away like everyone else’s. He had tried his very best to do what he thought was necessary while in there, but nothing ever made him feel whole. It was only until he made a near fatal error that he knew he wasn’t cut out for this life he chose. While in the field one day, he had not been paying attention and ended up stepping so close to a land mine that he had set it off. It had done enough damage to him that he had been left with a concussion and one less limb on the lower half of his body. The accident was brutal, but it was the one out he had. Once he was honorably discharged, being back home felt like a breath of fresh air. Sure, he was without his left leg from the knee down, but he was happy to be back around family and away from the hell he had been serving in for four years. Nothing was going to be easy though. He had to go through a couple of years of physical therapy and had just gotten fitted for a prosthetic when he met a woman that hadn’t minded the handicap. Carson had always thought of himself as a fairly good looking guy and he had never been the kind of person to shy away from a good joke that might put a smile on someone’s face. However, the dry spell he suffered in those years was enough to put any man in tears. Or maybe he was being dramatic. Nevertheless, that attention he had gotten from that woman led to a one night stand. And that one night stand led to a pregnancy test in the hands of that woman on his doorstep. They had agreed to make things work. That was what people did when a baby was on the way and they weren’t in a committed relationship, right? Carson wanted to be a good father to his, what he would find out in the next few months, daughter regardless of any problems he had of his own. With a daughter on the way, he had gotten his prosthetic put in place and had started a job as a personal trainer at the gym in town. Even though he was handicapped, he still was pumping iron in the gym as much as possible. His baby was born only a month before he started going to physical therapy for his newly fitted prosthetic. Constance was a healthy baby girl that he could not have been more happy to call his daughter. She was going to come into the world with parents who truly loved her and Sonny was sure that it brought him and his baby momma together where they had called it official finally. After all, the two of them had only been spending time with each other throughout the whole process. It only made sense. Everything had seemed so perfect. But of course it needed to go all to hell when the fire happened. The fire had certainly left a mark on Mystic. Carson felt like the events after left more of a dent than the actual fire to him. He had woke up one day with his sister gone and in a completely different town. The contact he had with her was limited to the point where it didn’t even exist any longer. Then, even worse happened to him. Not long after his sister left, his girlfriend was gone. Except she hadn’t just left on her own. Constance was gone right along with her. Carson had tried so hard to get in contact with her, but all of his attempts were futile. He just had to move on with life as he always did. There were people coming into the gym every day running away from their problems that he could help to the best of his abilities. And that was all he found himself doing with his time. Nothing was perfect, but he was going to work with the hand he had been dealt. That was all he could do, right? All of the years he had been living his life, he had thought nothing else bad could happen. That wouldn’t be the life of Carson Scott thought. His father had fallen ill with cancer only a few months ago and he had to get his sister back in town. It was the last thing he expected to happen, but all he knew was that he needed his sister back around with him. He was starting to feel helpless and he wasn’t sure if he could go on putting up a front like everything was okay anymore. He had given Charlie the space she needed after the fire, but he needed her more than ever. Family was always there for family. They just had to be. And, to be honest, with their father on his death bed, they all needed each other now.

THEIR PERSONALITY…

+ adventurous, charming, friendly - impulsive, blunt, cynical

PORTRAYED BY KENYA.

[vizual-demon]

[hunnam]

[henrvcavill]