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Natalia Dyer from Stranger Things.

#visage;

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Natalia Dyer by Andrew T. White for LADYGUNN Magazine, December 2016.

#visage;

Read if you please--

Sorry guys but unfortunately I lost any muse that I had for this group and so I let my activity fall by the wayside. I found it hard to keep up with the constant influx of characters topped with the few replies I would get and the characters I did have threads with getting activity warnings and leaving soon after. Needless to say, I personally just didn’t mesh well with that type of fast pacing going on. I still think the group is wonderful and everyone that I interacted with is as well. I wish you all the best of luck but I will be reusing this blog for my own group.

#this is scout btw #ooc;

mslcna:

open starter // madrid.

❛ NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, SUGAR ━ do you think Janet May became known as the foremost aerial gymnast for playin’ it safe ? No. The woman took risks and strived for perfection. I intend to do all that and more ! You mark my words, sugar, I’m gonna give those folks a show that will leave my name upon their tongues for weeks ! ❜

Scout wasn’t paying much attention as everyone seemed to be busy setting up the tents and generally circus when she heard someone chirping away. She looked up to realize that the person was speaking to her. “Uh, okay? I have no idea who Janet May is or why you think I care about anything you just said.”

#c:lena

supernovoss:

For the first time in ages, Nova had actually slept in, which had totally thrown off her morning routine, including her run. When she finally managed to get up and ready, ate and made her rounds around Cirque, she was going to cut her run in half. Normally it was a long, leisurely run by herself - giving her time to clear her head. Five minutes into it, Nova had to stop to retie her shoe and, seconds after she stood, she was face to face with another member of Cirque. “Sweet Mary, Mother of Joseph!” She exclaimed, hand clinging to her chest. Laughter slowly bubbled up as Nova’s heart began returning back to normal. “Scout, ya nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn’t know you ran this way. Good run?”

Scout just stood there, perplexed, as the other seemed to be shocked by her presence. Scout wasn’t aware that anyone else was up this morning or that they ran at all. Most of the circus people seemed to like to party too much for Scout’s tastes. “Oh..sorry.” Scout blurted out before catching her breath “I didn’t realize that anyone else was out this early, let alone running. But uh, yeah. I guess it was good.”

#c:nova

charlie--leon:

It had been one of those long nights. Sleepless, of course. The sun was starting to come out, yet Charlie was just getting to his caravan. He was tired, shoulders hunched as he struggled to open his door when he felt like he wasn’t alone. Charlie turned to his left to find a girl out and about at this time. “Mornin’ luv,” Charlie said, weakly lifting a hand to wave. “You an early riser or haven’t come home like some others?”

Once Scout caught her breath, she looked to realize that the person in front of her was likely just now getting home. “Uh,” Scout began, unsure of how to answer the question “Well I was at home but I don’t really get much sleep. So I guess it’s a little bit of both. How about you? Stay up all night again?”

#c:charlie

cottoncandyellie:

“Hey!” Ellie called, seeing Scout and waving. “What’s up?”

Scout stood for a moment catching her breath before she waved unenthusiastically back. “Uh, hey.”

#tumblr says unenthusiastically #isn't a word #eye roll emoji #c:ellie

As soon as Scout woke up, she didn’t bother to do anything else before she set off for her morning run. It was early enough in the morning that no one else seemed to be awake. It was the perfect time for Scout; she preferred her solitude. As she turned a corner, she stopped to catch her breath and noticed someone standing there, staring at her. Scout looked up at them in return, waiting for them to do or say something.

#cirquestart

magnificentmilo:

“Alright, my bad…” Milo said with a little laugh, though she looked beat. “You doin’ okay?” He asked, his voice softening. Maybe she actually hurt herself? “Do you need help up?” He asked, taking a tenative step toward her.

Scout just shrugged at the other’s words. She folded her hands over her stomach and only looked towards him when he asked if she needed help up. “Nope, I’m fine. Just peachy.”

#c:milo

pennyarden:

Penny stepped further into the barn though the smell of old wood wasn’t very inviting. At the question, she glanced at the flask in her hand and shrugged, “Whisky, I reckon. Smells like something my old man used ta drink, but,” She shrugged, “I’m more of a beer person, myself. Don’t like nothin’ that costs more than ten bucks.” Penny was closer now, standing right next to the other woman, and offered up the flask to share. “Are ya not enjoyin’ the party?”

Scout watched the other woman and listened as she spoke, her eyes always on the flask in her hand. “Eh,” Scout answered “I don’t really care what kind of drink it is. As long as it gets me good and plastered, I’m in.” Scout reached out and took the flask, taking a drink before handing it back. “I rarely do.”

#c:penny

escapeacts:

“I bet.” He wasn’t one for many words even on the best of days, and today was of course no exception. He watched Scout climb off the hay and immediately ascend up the rickety stairs again, looking skeptical as ever. “You can see the stars from most places that afford a view of the sky,” was the response, voice rising slightly to reach up to her.

Scout kept laughing, this time mostly at the man’s insistent need to brood. It’s like he was in a competition and had to keep doing it in order to stay number one. “Oh really?” Scout quipped back sarcastically “I would have never known! It’s like I’ve just now realized that stars are in the sky. Wow, thank you so much for providing that riveting information.”

#c:ian

silasnakamura:

Silas rolled his eyes as the girl fell back and mumbled to herself. He didn’t care; it was not unknown to him that most of the crew thought he was a dick.

At her question, he crossed his arms and leaned further back into the doorway. “No,” he said. “I was looking for somewhere quiet, thought this barn might be the place.”

Scout knew that most of the people in the circus thought she was a bitch. And truth be told, she was. It was easier to push people away then to let them too close to hurt her. She sat in silence as the two seemed to be too common for their own good. Neither one wanting to care about what the other was doing.

“Well,” she said after a while “I found it first. Sorry to ruin your solitude.”

#c:silas

dyer-news:

There was the chance to say something harsh, but he though better of it. Or well, he didn’t want to put forth the effort for a potential argument more like. So Marcellus just shrugged and took in a drag of smoke. “Could ask you the same,” he said in response.

“Well I don’t like bonfires, if you must know.” Scout responded, looking towards the man before she dropped herself onto her back in a small defiant way of ignoring that he was there. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

#c:marcellus

magnificentmilo:

Milo was taking an evening walk, something he did practically every night if it was nice enough. He loved this place, and he knew he would miss it once they left. He was following a path that went by the old barn in the corner of the fairgrounds. He was interested in what happened, or rather what used to happen, in there. Milo paused at the door. He always wanted to go in, but… He felt weird about it. He was about to leave, but then he heard footsteps inside. “What the hell…?” Milo muttered to himself. He nudged the door open and was almost amazed and very relieved to see one of the Cirque members ‘performing’ in here. He was about to say something, then she fell and he managed to catch her eyes. “Bravo” Milo laughed and shrugged. “Of course I am. Though you need some improvements.” He commented, raising his eyebrow and gesturing to her landing.

Scout faked rolling her eyes before falling back into the hay, enjoy how soft it was despite how itchy it felt on her skin. Still, it was a softer landing than even some of what the Circus provided. She wanted to banter back but she was just too tired. The fall had taken more out of her then she intended it for and when she thought about it, she couldn’t remember the last time that she had eaten anything.

Scout closed her eyes and spoke to Milo without ever looking at him. “Yeah? Because I definitely was trying out a new act and totally not fucking around.”