to you, i don't exist, ain't what you're looking for. good thing i don't exist for you at all anymore. so if you're waiting on the sunshine, blue sky, cheap high, lullaby then my best habit's letting you down.
There was no remorse in Scott for the way he was acting; mostly because with the buzz he had and the situation he was in place he didn’t care about the blonde’s feelings. In his head she would get over it or talk trash about him; either way, it didn’t affect him in a personal level nor money wise. Yet she sat beside him, what was it in this bloody town? When a woman acted like a bitch she managed to drive everyone away but when a male did it somehow it attracted people to stick around – to either get at the bottom of his behavior or show some sympathy both were things that he didn’t want. Somehow people thought they knew him because he reminded them of some fucked up angry male in their life or movie character – it couldn’t be further from the truth but alas he couldn’t kick the woman out. “So you just go around sitting with strangers? I mean who am I to judge. I tend to just get in my car and drive aimlessly.” Which he would’ve done here but his car was currently in the workshop so that was why his plans had gotten canceled. “New to town?”
A SHORT HUM LEAVES HER CHEST , mulling over his words which somehow came as a surprise considering his previous statement before she even made the choice to sit down . ‘ & here i thought we weren’t gonna do any smalltalk . ’ truth be told , margot was too friendly with strangers -- always had been . however , now , was different . jaw unhinges to unleash her truth . ‘ honestly ? it’s only because you beat me to my spot . now it would seem useless to come all this way just to give it up to a random stranger . ’ the old margot would take it a little too personally . from his attitude , down to him being in her hideaway from the festivities . now she decided to give him a free pass . the demons he mentioned were apparent , perhaps on both of them . why else would she be looking for an escape from the rest of the town ? for that reason alone , she seals herself up & puts on a softer expression , seemingly able to understand his state all too well . ‘ no , sadly . but i’ve been gone for quite some time so it kind of feels that way . ’
“We’re just going to add to the growing chemicals thickening the atmosphere for karmic relief,” she shook her head. “What about you? Are you throwing anything in the sacrificial fire?”
‘ TRADITION BEATS SAVING THE EARTH . at least in tree hill . ’ the blonde jokes & nods , agreeing with the other . ‘ i have a few things planned . i think the most important one is my first college degree . ’
“does one have to look like a barista? we are not in starbucks where i can spot the green hate and say you are a barista, here they just look like ordinary people.” One, at least of these faces weren’t too familiar for him to just ignore, or pretend they weren’t speaking with him. Tyler lift his gaze from the papers settle in front of him to the owner of the voice close by. “yes you were, but i will accept it if that means i get a free cup of coffee.”
‘ THEY’RE WEARING CHEAPLY MADE SHIRTS , ’ she comments as her nose scrunches up at his own retort . ‘ trust me , my clothes definitely aren’t cheap . ’ there’s a moment where she once against wants to deny the hovering , but she lets it go . she’d been found out , not only by him , but quite possibly everyone else she’d been looking over . ‘ fine , two very overpriced coffees coming up . but you do still owe me an apology otherwise i’ll only come back with my cup in hand . ’
He had a buzz, a damn good buzz. The kind of buzz that no one could ruin aside of the two individual that he would not mention because with his running luck they would just show up. Though it was getting to the point that people coming and stopping at his place here was driving him up the wall as it was. Not to mention the stupid questions that were asked such as – why are you here? what drove you here? where were you going? how did you get here? who drove you here? It was as if he was in some fucking high school journalism and people hadn’t graduated. “How about we do this – save ourselves the annoyance of the small talk and just sit here in silence. Not like I can kick you out considering it is a public domain but you look like you have your fair share of demons and I have mine and no they do not want to add you as a friend or snap you anytime soon so lets just sit and watch the boat burn down, think you can do that? I have some beers if that will help,” he ended up spilling as his frustration hung on every single word.
THE INVITATION WASN’T EXACTLY WARM OR WELCOMING . after a few beats , she considers walking away , but he seemed to have struck a cord . she takes no offense due to her own nature --- well , the nature she was trying to escape from & put it in her past . although those said demons were making it hard . ‘ fine with me . ’ it’s not . she’s trying anyway . as she plops down next to him , there’s an almost inaudible mumbling under her breath , one expressing her own frustration caused by his words . teeth grit together as she gets on his level , taking sudden interest as she finally sees that visage . she didn’t know him per se , but knew of him & now had to wonder why he was trying to escape the festival . it wasn’t exactly an event you had to attend . snapping out of her thoughts , she clears her throat & shakes her head , trying her best to turn down the beer . ‘ i don’t drink , but thanks for the offer . ’ although in times like this , she definitely wishes sobriety could be put on hold .
The entire premise of the burning boat was overrated. On second thought anything in Tree Hill was overrated and overpriced, especially the red wine bottle that he had decided to purchase and get as far as possible from the crowds that appeared to attract this festival. At least now they offered decent food; so there was a good thing here but not enough to make the musician want to stick around. Everyone around him had told him that he was not going to be able to outrun all of his problems; to them, he just looked at them directly and challenged them as a sly smirk had once danced on his lips when he had uttered the words that now haunted him, ‘watch me.’ In a twisted way, his father had managed to get the last word in this battle of theirs, hearing a branch break he didn’t even flinch nor bother to turn around and see who it was, “Pretty sure the celebration is about half a mile south from here.” @treehill-starts
WANDERING OFF WAS OFTEN HER STYLE . she didn’t mean to , it just seemed like the easiest way out . sometimes margot’s mind was too noisy , too loud for her to handle in such a chaotic atmosphere . with the people bumping into one another , the kids screaming , & the whole premise of the festival , it was hard to get a moment alone . although she wasn’t seeking out any company at the present moment , it was a relief to see someone unwilling to take part in the festivities . it felt more sane than whatever was happening down the street . her footing was light , as if to not disturb him . though she knew she was going to sooner or later --- the friendly , lonely ways about her often lead her to turn the charm up in hopes to have some company , no matter the mood or conditions . ‘ i was going to tell you the same thing . ’ she tiptoes further , eyes narrowing as she contemplates taking a seat on the dewy grass beside him . instead , her eye line is immediately on the bottle in his grip . she’s distracted by her own demons that hide within the alcohol & for a brief second , she wonders the outcome of taking just a sip . ‘ good to know i’m not the only one who would rather be elsewhere . ’
FULL NAME : margot leigh vincent
GENDER & PRONOUNS : female ; she / her
BIRTHDATE & AGE : october 2 , 1989 ; 29
HOMETOWN : tree hill
OCCUPATION : musician , producer at red bedroom records
NEIGHBORHOOD : whitehall estates
* TRIGGER WARNING : drugs , abuse
An elite from old money, Margot Leigh Vincent was born into the world of wealth and luxury. Through generations past, the Vincent family had proven to be the best of the best, at the top of the class, and handed everything they ever wanted. Margot was born as the only child to mother Whitney and father Elliott. In their eyes, Margot couldn’t do any wrong. She was raised to be the greatest, to succeed in school, and to do whatever her heart desired. As early as she can remember, music was exactly what her heart desired, catapulting her into a life raised with piano, guitar, and singing lessons, concerts, and a vinyl collection that made a record store look bare. Her grades were fantastic and she was onto of the social latter, although Margot did those things whilst living a secretive life of rebelling; it was cast under a velvet curtain, inviting others in on her double life of trouble and what her parents would deem as unbecoming. From a young age, she was prim and proper, often set out to go to all of the balls, become a debutante, and go onwards and upwards. While she appreciated the life, she had differences in mind.
Throughout her teenage years, she threw parties at the Estates, inviting anyone and everyone from high school. They were an open invitation, often leaving her feeling appreciated and lonely. Margot essentially became a poor tale that only Jay Gatsby could relate to. She filled her home with anyone who would give her a glance and while she thought it was fulfilling, it never quite was. After graduation, she moved off to New York City, attending NYU for psychology and befriending those on the Upper East Side, the same place where she found a life full of riches, along with drugs and multiple men who claimed they’d treat her like a queen. More often than not, those relationships got messy. Whether it was a drug induced fight or a drunken punch, she was always left feeling lonelier and more bloodied than ever before. It was all another excuse to dive back into the pills, cocaine, and top shelf liquor that she’d become well acquainted with.
By the time graduation rolled around and she snagged her Bachelor's in Psychology, she found herself often lifeless, feeling more miserable by the day -- a psychologist in need of a psychologist. As she dragged herself out of bed every morning, she wondered how she could ever get back on the right track to be herself. Sobriety was the first step, the second was remembering her love for music. After two stints at an upscale rehab in Hawaii, she was back on her feet and landed in New York once again, this time going back to NYU for a degree in music production and remembering her love for all things music. It was the one true rock that kept her in place, anchoring her down, and keeping the hankering for all things bad away. Sure, old dealers and friends often came around, threatening the girl like they did many times before, but this time she was finally able to stand her ground.
Although things kept on the up and up, her life often seemed filled with temptation of the drugs that once kept her feeling good. Whenever she sat in the studio, she wondered if one more bump could make her act as a producer any better. If one line would take it to a level no one had ever heard before. The longer she stayed in New York, the worse it got. There was no reason to visit rehab yet again; no reason to slip up and fall off the wagon. Though it was a tough decision, she eventually made up her mind to go back to Tree Hill until she got her mind cleared of all things that she couldn’t seem to escape in a city that was filled with things she once yearned for.
In the last six months, Margot found herself back in NC traveling up and down the river court, pacing back and forth whenever everything got to be too bad. Since her return, she has taken a seat at Red Bedroom Records. Her ear has gotten put to the test, as has her patience. While she’s more than equipped to do more work and have her name stamped on an album, she has now come back to music as therapy, often sneaking in at night to record her own songs for the first time. Although it’s terrifying, she has begun to blossom into someone completely different than the Margot that was left behind in New York. Perhaps this version of Margot could be the good one. For now, she still has a lot to do to remain on the up and up, but she’s trying to put her best foot forward and better herself in a town that has been known to give ones like her a second chance to make things right.
The contract in his hand was nothing more than a bunch of letters coming together into sentences that made little to no sense to him — that’s how tired he is. The last week in new york was a hard on, another loss and another case going unsolved, this was getting old and it was worse when he remembers he is running out of time. Tyler sips on his cup of juice, fingers pressed through his temples to try and push the sleep away. “Can you please get me an expresso and — “ He says, aware of the presence of someone approaching his table. “If you don’t want be mistake by an employe you shouldn’t hover other’s table like that, you know?”
BEING MISTAKEN FOR AN EMPLOYEE WASN’T HER FAVORITE PART OF THE NIGHT . however , it was an honest mistake . the girl had been wandering around , in search of some familiar faces . hovering wasn’t the usual agenda , but yet , she was shy to approach those she’d known before her new ( now old ) life in new york . starting fresh was a different kind of anxiety , but that’s what starting over was all about . ‘ do i look like a barista ? ’ she jokes , brows raising as she shakes her head . ‘ definitely wasn’t hovering , ’ she lies . ‘ however , i can fulfill your wish & order us espressos after you apologize for the mixup . ’
“not really sure how I let you talk me into leaving my food truck and making money to ‘enjoy’ the festivities that i am very unlikely to enjoy, you have met me, correct?” chuck asks the other after he had just locked up his truck and stuffed the keys in his pocket. this was sure to be an interesting night to say the least.. but tree hill was home, and he hadn’t seen a burning boat in about five years. part of him wondered if he would see his son, he hoped he would if his mother kept up on the traditions maybe he would get lucky and get a small glance which was most of the reason he agreed to tag along.
MARGOT WAS IN THE MOOD FOR SOME GOOD COMPANY . especially if that meant pulling others away from whatever they were in the midst of doing . she had a certain charm that was turned all the way up in times such as this . plus , since coming back , she needed a some new friends to spruce up her night . usually that familiar face is hiding inside of her favorite food truck that she spent a little too much time gorging herself in front of , but it was worth a shot to get him out of it . ‘ i’m just here to make sure you have a little fun & you can’t do that if you’re locked inside of your truck all night . ’ she glances back at him , already three steps ahead in search of something that’d be the least bit exciting . ‘ c’mon , there’s a petting zoo waiting for us . oh ! or we can get your face painted . your call . ’
“I wonder if I can toss all my loans into that boat,” she paused for a moment. “Will they disappear out of existence or?”
‘ YOU CAN GIVE IT A TRY . ’ margot smirks , shoulders lazily throwing a shrug . it’s exactly what margot was trying to do with her first bachelor’s degree , although loans weren’t exactly her problem by any means . ‘ surprisingly enough , i don’t think you’d be the first one to do so . ’
AN ENTIRE BAG HANGS FROM THE BLONDES SHOULDER . for the most part , in the past , margot thought town traditions were silly to say the least . partaking was never her style , until now . now she had a few items tucked away , including her past remnants from her time away from tree hill . everything from that time except her guitar was in hand , she left that at home , knowing it was the one good thing about her decade away . a fresh start was just what she needed & that’s what the night was all about , right ? there’s a soft smile as she hoists the bag up , keeping the straps from slipping off her shoulder . ‘ if you think i’m trying to escape my past . . . well then , you’d be completely correct . ’ eyes widen , losing herself in her own train of thought momentarily . ‘ if i let my psychology degree go up in flames , would that mean i’m in need of a therapist or would that completely rid of four wasted years ? ’ @treehill-starts
