saylor smiled slightly, as the girl came over and picked up the playing and even started singing. she closed her eyes as she remembered when she was learning that song, thinking of michael because that’s the song she always thought of with michael. a small tear brought to her eye after everything, but she quickly wiped it away before joining the girl. “you’re gonna catch a cold, from the eyes inside your soul. don’t come back for me. who do you think you are.” she sang before looking at the girl next to her. “you’re really good you know? i’m saylor.” she said putting her hand out.
as her fingers stumbled over the keys, she missed a few chords, playing it by ear since she didn’t know exactly how to play this song. she’d just heard it enough times to know the right tune, for the most part. she smiled knowingly when she saw the other wipe away a stray tear, her eyelids fluttering shut when she began harmonizing with her. she hadn’t even played the piano in years, let alone sang her heart out -- it was kind of therapeutic. she pulled her hands back from the keys as saylor looked over at her, meeting her eyes with the same kindness. “you’re better,” she retorted, reaching out to grab her hand to shake it. “scout, dance major. what about you? is music yours?”
light streams past crimson’s curtains & bounces off those honeyed locks that tumble down pallid cheeks — an abrupt awaking, albeit she’d been arguably “awake” for quite some time, but had every intention of neglecting that solid fact to stay curled up in a comfortable position, buried in a pile of duvets, until either the ground swallowed her whole or an entire football team marched inside her room to drag her out by both ankles. “ nooo… just leave me to die. ” @pceoxtgrlscout
she releases the breath she’s been holding, watching with pleasure as light spills into her room, touching every glimmering corner. she rolls her eyes and scoffs when addie mumbles from under her covers, swiftly reaching and yanking them off. “ what kind of friend would i be if i let you stay in bed and sulk all day? looking like that? ” she climbs onto the bed next to her, fingers brushing through her messy hair. “ you’re going to get your ass out of this bed, you’re going to shower... whatever this stench is off of you, you’re going to put one of these on-- ” she holds up three different outfit choices, all three chosen specifically to compliment her own. “--and we’re going to get the girls together and go out and make some stupid ass decisions and not give a shit. because we need it. YOU need it. don’t make me drag you into the bathroom, because i will. i’ve seen you naked, i don’t give a shit, i’ll jump in there and bathe you if i have to, bitch. ”
ever since the homecoming, saylor could not get michael out of her mind. she didn’t know how the video got up there, and she was in charge of it. now everyone thought she was setting up addie, and that she was sending the texts. she sighed as she sat in the music room, mindlessly playing the piano, thinking back when she and michael played together. “i learned to live, half a life. and now you want me one more time …” she sang, before a noise made her turn around. “oh i’m sorry! i didn’t see anyone here.” she tried to brush it off.
@dupont-starters
scout hummed quietly to herself as she heard the notes from down the hall, slowly making her way to the source. she stood in the doorway as the girl’s fingers danced across the keys, her eyes falling closed when she started singing. she must have started humming again because something made the other stop in her tracks. “ no, please -- don’t stop on my account.” she approached the piano, leaning against it as she picked up where the other had left off. “ who do you think you are, running ‘round leaving scars? collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart... ” her voice was nothing extraordinary, but she knew how to carry a tune thanks to her high school choir class.
[ NICOLA PELTZ, 22, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ] welcome to the du pont institute for the young & gifted, [ SCOUT ROTHSCHILD ]. you have been accepted as a [ REGULAR ] student from [ USA ], going into your [ SOPHOMORE / YEAR ] and majoring in [ DANCE ]. your peers at the institute say that you are [ +CONVIVIAL & +ZEALOUS ], but being [ -AUDACIOUS & -TURBULENT ] may be the reason why the police are asking about you. did you think they wouldn’t find out that you were michael’s [ BLACKMAILER ]?
// heyooo !! i’m gray , ur friendly neighborhood bi girl. bear with me here bc it’s been a Very long day & honestly i just hope this makes sense in the end. anyways here’s scout , i’ve played her a couple of times before but a little bit differently , so i’m still figuring her out !!
she was born in the wealthier side of brooklyn, her parents owned and operated a small business that kept them a little more than comfortable, around upper-middle class. being an only child, her parents spoiled her at every opportunity.
she was a troublemaker from the start, so her parents decided to enroll her in ballet classes when she was 5 years old as a way to teach her discipline from an early age. she took surprisingly well to it, loving it more than she thought she would have, and all of her teachers were surprised at her natural talent & flexibility. she stayed with it through adolescence / her early teens , but as the training became more vigorous & the pressure to be the best got more intense , she pushed herself too far & fell into a very unhealthy state --- little-to-no sleep , not enough eating between practice in the studio , not drinking enough water, isolating herself from everyone around her, etc. it wore on her physical state as well as her mental state, and her teachers & parents had no choice but to pull her out of dance so that she could recover. she went, practically kicking & screaming. the only thing that could get her to calm down was the promise that she could return if she got better. what she didn’t know , that was even at the end of her recovery , her parents would refuse to let her go back to dancing, regardless of how much she wanted to go back. this only made her already festering resentment towards her parents worsen, leaving her confused and angry and having to rethink her entire future.
her parents tried to make up for it by buying her nice, expensive things but it just made her angrier. nothing could replace the joy she felt while she was dancing.
from then on, scout was determined to put them through hell, doing every rebellious act she could think of. staying out past curfew, going to parties, drinking, cutting her hair, doing drugs, etc. they had put her into public school at that point, thinking placing her in a ‘normal’ environment would ‘fix’ her, but instead she was able to find others who would encourage her ‘bad’ behavior. she struggled to find her way at first, having spent her previous years at a private ballet school where every student you pass holds their chin up like they’re better than everyone else. her designer clothes & pretty face earned her popularity fairly quickly, but she didn’t quite have the social status to make it to the ‘top of the pyramid’. she had more friends than she could count on both hands , but only a few that she considered close.
when she turned 18 , one of her friends (!! possible connection) convinced her to get into stripping. she wanted to make her own money, completely separate from her parents, something she did for herself. she also saw it as a way to finally dance again. her flexibility & strength from years of being a ballet dancer made it easier to learn pole dancing, which she ended up taking classes for --- she wanted to be the best after all.
she got really heavy into drugs & alcohol again, it being hard to stay away from it when she’s surrounded by it at her workplace. she falls pretty easily into peer pressure when it comes to stuff like that, but mainly because she wants to feel good & so she treats it as an escape.
she sees sex as just one of the many pleasures of the world & she doesn’t think anyone should be judged for how much sex they have or don’t have. like if sex is your thing, cool, if it’s not ? also cool. it’s def her thing. it doesn’t bother her that she shows her body to complete strangers every night , she knows she’s in control & she loves it. she’s had her fair share of bad experiences at work --- ie. men touching her in places they shouldn’t, trying to take advantage of her, getting her drunk in hopes they would sleep with her ( & sometimes she would if she wanted to lmao ), she’s been followed home on a couple occasions. that’s why she learned how to defend herself, picking up little tips from other girls & even going to a few self-defense classes. she’s been through enough to know that you can only really depend on yourself these days.
when her parents discovered what she was doing after hours, they were determined to put a stop to it. they knew they wanted to send her to school, and when they found du pont they knew it was the perfect choice. the only way they could get her to agree to go is if she could finally study dance again. they reluctantly agreed, making a few calls to the admin department to ask that they keep a keen eye on her to make sure she didn’t overwork herself like she has in the past. although her ballet technique was rusty, she was more interested in other forms of dance so it didn’t matter. as long as she could have the freedom to learn everything she can about becoming a professional dancer.
what her parents don’t know ( and won’t ) is that she never stopped stripping, loving how empowering it makes her feel. she doesn’t hide it from anyone else, not being the least bit ashamed about dancing. she’ll gladly teach any girl who wants to know how to pole dance as well, having built up quite the level of skill over the past few years.
the only person in her family that knows she still dances is her older brother, only because one night he and his buddies decided to go out to the strip club. it was horrific for both of them when she came out on stage in next to nothing, especially since she didn’t realize that he was there until he approached the stage and hissed her real name under his breath. it took all night and a few rounds to convince him to keep his mouth shut about it to their parents, even though he didn’t exactly approve of his sister taking her clothes off in front of strangers every other night. he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop her from doing it, even if he told his parents. he didn’t want to jeopardize his relationship with his little sister by taking away the one thing that keeps her going.
i’ll make a separate post about scout’s connection to michael, just working out the details first !!
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