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scarlet, 23. got a little soul the world is a cold, cold place to be want a little warmth but who’s gonna save a little warmth for me?

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@artmiller: @scarletok ok sounds like a plan, except i dont have a camera ???? does my phone work ??? is htat good ??

@scarletok: @artmiller hm how's the quality? if we're gonna do this we want hd for when we want to re-watch u know? i'm sure it's perf

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@artmiller: will pay 10$ for a sex tape between astrid and cyrus someone pls make this happen

@scarletok: @artmiller lsn if you bring the camera i'm sure i can break into the house and we just gotta b quiet

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whispers ill be back tomorrow night i promise i’m sorry i’ve been so busy w work and friends and im so !! but tomorrow after fanexpo (where i’m gonna hunt down the phelps brothers and make my dream of being a weasley come true) ill be back on to do replies but pls if you have imessage or snap or skype hmu ily all <3 

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ok so i got some replies out. i’m so sorry my replies on remi and scar have been slow. my muse has just been meh. i am so tired from working the past few days that idk how much i’ll be online tonight, but please feel free to hmu on skype (message me 4 that bc it’s under my real name) or snapchat (same thing honestly i should just make a second account under pen) or imessage. :- ))

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“Fuck the police, that lens was a couple thousand” He snapped angrily, rising to his feet as kicked the now broken lens, carefully placing the thankfully undamaged camera back in his bag. “They can’t actually do shit until I make a move”

Her eyebrows raised at the mans words, looking around her. She was always careful around police and in public. She always had stolen goods on her. Just a habit, really. “True,” she said with a nod. “If you ever do, don’t tell anyone, but I’d be willing to help hide the body if you need.”

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merlin couldn’t resist a smile at the text alert he got, what he didn’t realize was that while he focused on grinning like a fool at his phone, he wasn’t watching where he was going. it was inevitable, before he knew it he was colliding into someone and his scolding hot coffee was spilling over them both. “fuck!” he cried out, dropping his phone to the floor along with the paper cup. “i’m so sorry!” he exclaimed before looking up, eyes wide.

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scarlet should have known by now to watch out for other people not looking out for her when walking, but it was a monday and scarlet was half asleep as she slid her backpack onto her back, just a second before coffee was on her. “oh fuck me,” she yelped out as it seeped through her top and jeans, splashing on her phone case. she watched the man’s drop on the floor and her hands went over her mouth. “you’re fine,” she couldn’t hold back a laugh. “how’s the screen of your phone?”

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She was searching quickly through her purse. Natasha was holding up the line but she couldn’t seem to find her wallet. “So sorry,” she mumbled. She didn’t want the food too go to waste, but it was starting to look like she had left her wallet back at her apartment. “Damn it,” she let out a sigh. Running her hand through her thick blonde hair, she was starting to regret staying out so late. She was always a mess like this the next morning.

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Scarlet wasn’t surprised to see Nat in line in front of her, mostly because they often frequented the same places still. When she spotted the other girl struggling, she, without thinking, cut in front of the few people in front of her and slid a twenty down across the table and said her coffee order quickly. Scar knew the moment she looked at the girl her heart would clench, so she tried to brace herself for when she looked over at the girl after getting her change back, but it didn’t help. “Hey, Nat,” Scarlet whispered, shoving the spare coins in her jean pocket. “Out late last night, were you?” She knew the other girl almost as well as herself.

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cricket hasn’t taken a spot in the queue for more than a second when scar comes rushing toward her and the little tortoise by her shoes. she bursts out laughing at scar’s words, “you were watching that? oh my god. maybe that’s why he took so long getting here, he probably felt pressured!” she jokes, mock-appalled, crouching down to give voldetort’s shell a reassuring pat. “i’m so proud of him, though. he refused to leave the shop’s steps, the last time. and i didn’t need any patience, we were having a great conversation!” one-sided, but that’s never something cricket’s ever minded with humans, so it’s no issue with animals, either. as she stands up and turns to the menu, she asks, “are you getting anything?”

felt pressured. could a tortoise feel pressured? voldetort probably could. she laughed as the other girl reached down to pat the shell of the tortoise, knowing fully well they all loved him too much. “that’s probably because tortoises aren’t supposed to go on walks outside. or are they? voldetort can be an exception. either way, i feel like a proud mother he made it across the street.” scarlet raised her brow at the other girl, an amuse smile on her face. “oh really? what were you talking about?” she asked before pondering the girls next words as she pursed her lips in thought. “probably just a medium chocolate cone. what are you guys getting? i don’t think they sell something his size.” 

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Kie raised his camera, he’d been scolded countless times for taking pictures of people without asking but sometimes he just saw the beauty in something and needed to document it. This was one of those moments until, right as he hit the shutter someone caught his elbow as they walked passed, knocking him to the floor. His heart stopped as he heard his lens shatter. “I’m planning your death in my head!” he announced loudly, angrily.

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Scarlet had been talking down the street when she heard a death thread being called out and walked a bit faster to see what was happening. A man was lying on the group, camera in hand while someone in the distance sped off. She walked over to the man, offering a hand to help him up. “I’m all for death threats, but maybe not in a public place where police could hear?” 

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“ooh, look, voldetort! soft serve ice cream,” cricket coos, speaking to the tortoise walking beside her on the pavement. he’s one of the many pets she shares with art and scar - and she’s taken him for a walk, today. it’s been two hours; they’ve gone as far as across the street. with her hand on a tiny makeshift leash, she walks over to the roadside stall, queuing behind the few people already there. voldetort lumbers around at her feet.

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scarlet had been watching cricket on and off again as she walk their tortoise across the street for two hours. two hours. scar squealed when they finally reached the stall and ran down the steps of the shop and out the front door to meet them across the street. “do you know how long i have been waiting for you guys to finally get in line, cricket? too long.” she got on her tiptoes to read the signs, wanting to see what flavors they had before choosing one. “how did you even have this much patience? new respect, crick, new respect.” 

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“So this party tomorrow is going to be so awesome– the guy who’s holding it thinks we’re a thing, but he’s really not my type.” Astrid spoke, her scissors cutting through stems of the flowers she held in her hand, not looking up as she spoke. “Who are you bringing?”

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She sat on the counter that Astrid was cutting the flowers at, chatting aimlessly while the student who worked for her did at the work was at her shop. “God, I’m so ready for a night out.” She pursed her lips at the mention of the guy. “Bring someone with you as a cover, so if they walk up to you you can just plant one on your date.” Scarlet had never had the issue, but it seemed like a logical plan. “Probably just myself. No one to take care of, that way. Free woman. You?” She looked around the shop, picking up a free flower that Astrid had already cut. She liked whatever this one was.

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scarlet post-cages.

i’ve been struggling with muse for scarlet, so this is just an update on how it affected her mentally as well as how her injuries are healing. mostly just for me, but feel free to real about my smol bean!  trigger warnings: physical harm (in the past as it just lists off how her injuries are healing). it also goes over her personality as the aftermath of the cages. it’s a bit sad with a mixture of anger? just a lil warning there.  tl;dr: it covers her injuries and how they are healing, her menta statel/personality, as well as her current appearance. 

injuries

hair: still peach fuzz, but it’s getting some length.  toes: because she walks so much, they’re taking longer, but less painful to walk now and almost fully healed. fingers: because one on her left hand was made at the beginning, it’s crooked as she wouldn’t let them re-break it to let it heal properly. the other’s are mostly fully healed now.  burns on feet and back: thanks to the ointment from the hideout, they are healing nicely and with band-aids over the blisters that have popped, no infections so far. back: they are scabbed over and some are healed if they were from the beginning, though most break/crack from her moving too much. it’s a slow process and she really should sit still. thighs: cuts on her thighs are healed. bruises: more of a yellow colour now, fading away. the words on her arms: scarring slowly. they are constantly wrapped up to keep from being infected, but given a few more weeks they should be scars and not have to worry about them cracking the scabbing on them.

overall: her body is healing and will get better eventually. she is in much less pain now.

mental state/personality

she’s actually handling this much better than i had thought she would. if you’ve watched v for vendetta, it’s kind of like how evey comes out stronger and more resilient. she is trying to forget the cages, trying to be happy and move on. every day it gets better as they get more distance between them and the sector. she’ll forget about it sometimes, but then a word will bring back the memories and she may get quiet. it’s never going to fully leave her, but she’s trying to make it as though the cages did not change her or break her. she had also become very protective over the others from the cages and likes to stay within a distance where she can see at least one of them. protective!scar. she’s almost a bit more morbid now and has a nice little thing for revenge. her hate for the sectors is at an all-time high. there may be days where she wants to be left alone or not touched. she normally will initiate any touch. pls don’t touch me kid or she’ll break. but yeah. i may add some things to this later as i continue to feel out who she is now.

appearance 

thanks to everyone who gave her clothing, she now wears adriels hat, fitz’s sweater, and ricky’s shirt even though he’s gone. she is still in need of pants so pls donate to ScarNeedPants.org to save a life.

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Roman was glad the town hadn’t been a lie, there were supplies and such here, not to mention there were beds, an actual roof over everyone’s head when they slept. But that didn’t mean his nerves were settled, not after he’d made the choice to execute the guard and then took it a little bit too far. He knew people were going to have their opinions on the situation, and that most of them were going to be negative, which is why the second he wasn’t leader anymore he started to vanish, taking off to the roof of the hotel because he figured no one would try to come up there. But the sound of crunching gravel behind him proved that wrong. “If you came up here to bitch at me about the execution, I don’t really care. I made the choice, it’s in the past and you yelling at me about it isn’t going to change anything.” He said before he even turned around to look at the person standing behind him. “Now, if you’re not here to bitch at me because of this, I found a bottle of whiskey down at the bar and I’m more than willing to share.”

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Scarlet had been glad for the shelter they had stumbled upon. Glad it had been real. The room her and Cricket were rooming in felt to small, so she left to wander. It wasn’t the biggest motel out there, and it didn’t take long before Scarlet would the only stairs leading upwards and decided to see what they were. Up she went until she could see a magnificent view of the town they were in. Rubble and ruin for most of it, but still beautiful. She spotted Roman not far up ahead and was about to call out to him when he beat her to it while she walked towards him. Why would she yell at Roman? His decision had been justified and it made sense. Steal from them, you die. Break their trust, you die. She was about to speak in response before he continued on. Did everyone not agree with him that much? He had been leader and his decision had been smart and well thought out. She specifically enjoyed the bullet shot for her. “I’m definitely not here to bitch, more here because it’s the only place in the hotel I haven’t been yet.” She walked over to where he was. “Though I wouldn’t mind a sip or two of that drink.” It had been so long she had a sip of anything alcoholic, even before the cages. “Just to put it out there, and so you know there are people out there who appreciate what you did, I really liked the nice touch of a bullet for each of us five. Very symbolic.” 

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natashaescaped:

She was careful to approach the motel. Natasha knew that it was occupied by a group and she couldn’t be sure that they weren’t dangerous. But, she couldn’t stay on her own any longer. She was out of food and desperate. She wanted to sleep more than anything, but first she’d have to make herself known.

Natasha sucked in a breath of air and made her way to the first motel room door. She was mentally crossing her fingers as she lifted up a hand to knock. What would she even say when they opened the door? Her name? Her sector? Just as the thoughts consumed her, she noticed the door open.

“Hello,” she breathed out.

Scarlet had been napping, preparing for a night full of adventure when the noise of the door traveled to her ears. Did the group need something? They couldn’t be leaving so soon could they? Was Art okay? These thoughts ran through her mind as she walked sleepily to the door and yawned as she opened it. Okay, who was this? She stared at the girl strangely before responding. “Hello. Can I help you?” 

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“I’m not tall ‘as hell,’” Fitz responds, chuckling. He’s about two inches below six feet, which hasn’t always made him feel very tall amongst some of the others around. He wonders how much worse it is for those shorter than him. He pretends to flinch harshly when she taps the top of his head, though he gets his revenge the moment she screams. At the sound, he bursts out laughing — a ridiculous huff that leaves him grinning. “This big asshole is giving you a piggyback ride, might I remind you,” he tells her. It’s odd how easy it is to smile around her; for once, however, he’s not too bothered by the fact. When she pauses mid-sentence, Fitz swallows — that really isn’t what he’d want her to talk about right now. Humming, he does a little hop — again to startle her — and proceeds to tickle her lightly beneath the knees; not enough to get her to flinch and ruin his balance, hopefully, but enough to snap her attention back to him. “Hot springs sound like a treat. Don’t know if we’ll find any, but if we ever come across a tub or something, we could boil some water in it? Not the same, but… beggars can’t be choosers?” He shrugs, “That’s true. Never enough to really go around, but as long as we’re all still kickin’, hey?” At her last words, Fitz nods. “Yeah. I still remember around the tail end of my Sector Five existence —” almost nine years back, now, “— that the vents were gettin’ real hard to crawl through.”

“Fitz, you are like empire state building tall, and I’m a tiny ant.” She didn’t mind being short, as it often has it’s advantages. Such as good hiding places and not taking up a lot of space in sleeping bags. She leans down to whisper, “still the biggest asshole, but a kind asshole.” She doesn’t scream this time when he hops her up, but instead just taps him on the head again, but not before he’s tickling her and she’s squealing and kicking her legs to get him to stop. “Oh my god, Fitz, stop!” The thoughts are gone and she’s back to him. No cages, no wounds. Just Scar. She swings her legs a bit, but stops after a few moment and sighs, thinking of hot water again. “I would kill for anything with hot water, honestly. So if you have access to hot water, watch your back.” She nods as he speaks of food, agreeing that while she’s never had a whole lot to eat, she was never starving. “Wait- Fitz. You crawled through vents? Okay, spill the story.”

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modern!au scarlet if she had instagram.