Most nights at Jack’s there was at the very least enough going on to keep Carew’s attention throughout the shift. Most nights. Clearly, save the one that had kept the same 3 truckers at his table, losing more money than he could possibly imagine for almost 2 hours. It was hard to say that he’d ever experienced a group of individuals more hard stuck in their lives. They had to be out at least $2k by the time he told them he needed to take his break. He promptly switched out for another dealer and made his way through the crowd, past the bar, grabbing a glass that had clearly just been made for a customer and bringing it with him as made his way into the alley behind the establishment. The crisp night air, stung his face as he continued walking towards the front of the building, taking a sip from the glass, and trying unknowingly to determine if he liked it or not. He paused when he made it to the front, leaning against the entrance and balancing his drink while reaching into his back pocket to retrieve a carton of cigarettes that he had to pull from the packet between two of his teeth.
It was as if he’d timed his exit perfectly as his eyes glanced up to see the woman approaching although he couldn’t have been sure if she’d made eye contact with him or not. Being looked through was not something he was a stranger to. “Christ, bout time love, I didn’t think you were gonna make it. Had me waiting her for you all night.” He teased as he shoved the carton back into his pocket so that he could remove the unlit cigarette from between his teeth. “Any chance you’ve got a light? You would not believe the fucking nonsense going on in there.”
SOMEONE ONCE SAID THAT no one ever expects an angel to set the world on fire. words had never held more truth when it came to faith scott. though, if you asked her, she was no angel. lucifer had once been an angel, so... perhaps she might have as well. the model was by no means religious, despite her name and her catholic late mother - faye did nothing to stick to the belief that there was an all knowing powerful force that let terrible things happen. that was tragic and frankly, it downed her mood. her last shoot had ended later than expected, artistic disagreements between the photographer and the designer. not that she cared, honestly. as long as her agents delivered, she did too.
lithe frame slips passed the people outside of the casino’s entrance, stepping into the alley just in time to watch the familiar frame exit. she assumes he’s on break. ❝ as if i’d leave you hanging. ❞ there’s something awfully misleading about doe like hues as they meet carew’s. ❝ guess we both had shitty ass nights. ❞ slim digits move to grasp her purse, opening and moving to the small pocket where she kept two lighters. for some reason... lighters were often misplaced. ❝ duh. ❞ her features emphasize the word just as she offers him the lighter. her free hand is held out expectantly, eyeing the drink. ❝ how long do you have left ?? ugh, tell me about the nonsense. ❞
Did I just see FAITH “ FAYE ” SCOTT ? This TWENTY THREE year old MODEL has been living in Chicago for TEN YEARS . Some say that they are CLEVER AND WITTY as well as IMPULSIVE AND BLUNT . If they had a theme song, some might say that it would be LONELY BY NOAH CYRUS . All I know is that I can’t wait to see what they bring to the Windy City.
basics
full name: FAITH GENEVIEVE SCOTT GREY
nickname(s): FAYE, GENIE, EVE, EVIE
name meaning / pronunciation: FAITH MEANING TO TRUST. GENEVIEVE MEANING WOMAN OF THE RACE. SCOTT MEANING WANDERER. GREY MEANING… WELL, GREY - LIKE THE COLOR. ( fay-eeth jeh-nuhv-eve sc-oht gr-ay )
negative: blunt, calculating, guarded, impulsive, manipulative, sarcastic, stoic, stubborn, unadaptable or slow to adapt, disliking of change
familial
father: CARSON SCOTT ( alive )
mother: JANE SCOTT GREY ( deceased )
siblings: NONE
significant other(s): JAMES ELROY ( ex-husband )
children: NONE AS OF YET
other
height: FIVE FEET AND FIVE INCHES ( 5 ′ 6 )
tattoos: NONE
piercings: NORMAL EARLOBE PIERCINGS ON EACH EAR BUT SHE WANTS MORE.
pinterest board here it’s under construction still tho
background
irony surrounds this girl, beginning the very moment she was born and her mother decided that faith would be her name. faith for her relationship with her husband, faith for the wellbeing of their once existing love and faith for the rest of the family. too much weight to rest on the shoulders of a child, if you ask me.
faith scott was once kind, as a child should be. she was welcoming and perhaps even bubbly. it was short lived, for even her name could not save the hatred that had settled between her parents. jane and carson had once loved each other, at least, she liked to think they had. but there was, indeed, a thin love between love and hate. the scotts had passed that line and when one does that - there is no coming back. a lesson the couple learned the hard way, or… she assumes they did.
they were not a wealthy family for the mere fact that the grey family hated carson scott and disapproved of him the very moment he stepped foot on their driveway to pick up a 16 year old jane for their first date. and while the scott family thought jane to be a nice girl… they, also, disapproved of them dating. with good reason, faith would come to find. at eighteen, they had faith and a couple months prior - the teen couple eloped. carson did not attend college, instead, he took on three jobs - two part times and a weekend job to help support jane and their daughter while jane continued her studies. somewhere along the lines, carson scott lost himself to a world much too dark for either girls to understand. he quit his three jobs and instead, would move to sell drugs for a higher up who answered to a much more dangerous “ higher up. ” but carson scott knew no limits and his once hardworking mindset changed to one of easy way outs and theft.
he stole from his higher up which in turn was left with not enough budget to report to the boss and… when faith was just barely seven years old, her mother passed away and her father was taken into custody. it couldn’t have been him, though, for he was chatting with her faith’s kindergarten teacher during the moment of her mother’s accident. the brakes of her father’s car had been tampered with, except, it had been her mother that had taken his car.
carson was charged with possession and selling of drugs along with a surprising charge of assault and battery of a boy and his supposed witness of a girlfriend. thus, with no mother or father to take care of the innocent little girl - she was sent to a foster home in chicago where she would spend every other week or occasional month if the foster family she was placed into was decent enough. here, she met james elroy - another kid with no place to go.
life had been cruel to the two but somehow, faith scott remained kind. she was doing well in school and had even joined the cheerleading team, somewhere along the lines of high school. james and her would move on to date, not yet willing to give up the faith she had in love.
eventually, he graduated and they would move on to reconnect during college. she was not close to penny, james’ true love, but she did know of her and perhaps even had seen her a couple of times.
she majored in photography with a minor in art because, as she was growing up entirely surrounded by chaos - faith developed a love for art. she was even talented and often spent her time filling blank canvases with color. eventually, james and faith got married and while he was deployed, the young girl was recruited for modeling.
it was not that faith was blind to whatever it was her husband felt for penelope but… more so the fact that he was very well the first person to actually show some kind of love towards her. granted, not the one she deserves, but the one she believed was all she was to have.
somewhere along the lines of james’ accident, faith decided that she deserved better than a half-assed love and he deserved better than a girl he wasn’t in love with. plus… my girl does not do well with change. she does not like change, she does not adapt well nor does she react well to it so… with his accident, things were bound to change. she filed for divorce while he was in the icu, no explanation - no goodbyes. not long after, faith scott lost herself, just as her father had. she built a name for herself in the modeling industry, posing in pictures and walking runways but when the curtains closed… all she had was herself and to be honest, she hated herself.
that’s when she got a little too deep into the claws of the dark side of the limelight. substance abuse, she’d wake up hungover more times than not and for a while, faith could not remember what it was like to be sober. not that she minded because the high made her thoughts silent and that meant, she didn’t hate herself as much anymore.
currently, she’s still a wild child but very… bitchy. she’s kinda mean and stoic, sarcastic and extremely blunt because she genuinely does not care for the emotions of anyone other than herself. life had been cruel and she did not owe anything to anybody.
she toughened up but… no one had ever taught her that there was strength in kindness. so, faith found strength in distrust. she found strength in her sharp edges and honestly - she does not believe in love or any of that hopeless romantic stuff.
basically, she has a lot of room for character development.
