don't get caught

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scoutkwhitmore​:

honesty hour! 

scout / raymund

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i need more threads so here’s a starter call

🐢 for raymund

🦉 for scout

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i need more threads so here’s a starter call

🐢 for raymund

🦉 for scout

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suttonwhitmore​:

— a closed starter for @parkerwhitmores​ & @scoutkwhitmore​

“ sorry for all the chaos, ” sutton gives a brief, apologetic smile as she encourages alex and dora to go ahead of her and step through the door opened for her by her sibling. “ i would have settled the girls in with their nanny but there was a miscommunication and my apartment wasn’t big enough for us, the nanny, and the dog. ” finally allowing herself half a breath, she stopped, placed her hand on the other’s arm before tugging them in to embrace tightly. “ i missed you so much. ”

       “ don’t you ever apologize, ” scout laughed. “ i can’t believe this is your life now. i mean, seriously sutton, when the hell did you grow up? ” she could have sworn they were little girls just yesterday but watching her sister with alex and dora just brought a stupid smile to her face. if there was any of the whitmore kids that was destined for greatness, it was definitely sutton. following sutton inside, she laughed again before wrapping her arms around her. “ oh god, i missed you too! the phone calls and face timing are not the same. ”

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tywysoges-g​:

nataliademarquis​:

it took until now to scoff, one small, amused sound from the corner of the room marked her present. “ yes, the smaller the better. it’d be DIFFICULT to incorporate a stolen painting into your collection anyways. too recognizable. ” natalia comments, moving among the room, to a small side table. “ unless you plan on keeping it in a dark room for all it’s life. or, of course, have plans to sell it on the black market. “ she plucked a fabergé animal and held it out. “ here. i never liked this one much. i think i even chipped it, you see ? “ she held it up to the light, reminiscing on it like one did to a childhood toy. “ the dogs were my favorite. they never let me touch the horse, though. “ ( * / @tywysoges-g​ )

Gwen was caught slightly off-guard by the appearance of Natalia. Then again, she would know the best items to run off with. “I am not sure if this is a trap or not,” she said with a laugh. “But you have a very good point. I’m sure my mother would have a heart attack if I was caught taking a painting larger than myself.” Gwen paused before looking towards Scout. “What do you think?” She looked towards the object Natalia had in her hand. “Can’t say I could ever really turn down faberge.” @scoutkwhitmore​

       scout almost jumped at the sight of natalia. she quickly took a step back from the painting and looked at the platypus in question. “ you know, i could probably give it to my mom tell her it was a personal gift from the crown and she would display it proudly. ” she smiled looked over at at gwen, shrugging. “ i mean, faberge or not, i feel like any souvenir would be worth it, ” she said before looking back to natalia and adding, “ i say as a joke - of course. ” { @nataliademarquis​ } 

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my brain is exploding...what is happening....why must i wait a hour

[catherinestuart]

she’s never wanted a smoke so bad in her life. after reassuring theodor that all she needed was a walk and some fresh air, catherine found herself wandering the gardens, mind strangely sharp and clear — as if she hadn’t just walked in a room and found a dead body on the floor. as if it didn’t matter that an exiled-king-slash-criminal was found murdered. being interrogated as a suspect certainly was certainly something she didn’t think would happen to someone with diplomatic immunity, after all. a handful of minutes of staring unseeingly at the rose bushes, she almost didn’t realise that she was no longer alone. “a cherry on top of a strange night, wouldn’t you say?” her voice didn’t quiver, although the sheen of carelessness seemed quite out of place. ( @hshqstarters​ ) 

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       scout tried not to be surprised by anything but this? this she was not expecting. if it was any other royal that she hadn’t ever met, scout might have thought arthur sr deserved it. well, she still thought he deserved it for everything he had done - they were there to celebrate his trial - but she was shaken. mere hours earlier she and parker had spoken to him. scout had excused herself to step outside and get some fresh air, hoping to calm herself. it didn’t take her long to see the blonde. it seemed rude to pretend to have noticed cather, especially after she spoke. “you’re telling me,” she said, a nervous sounding laugh following the words. “parker and i were joking with him earlier tonight and now he’s..”

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aribraganca​:

ariel remembered the last time she was let loose upon the queen’s gallery, her fellow classmates were just as transfixed — their anti-establishment agenda was on the back burner in front of such historic pieces. at the woman’s question, she tore her eyes away from the da vinci sketch. “oh yes! yes it is. i know a venetian collector who tried to buy it from the crown a few years ago, she said something about ‘having the painting come home’.” she laughed lightly, raking her eyes appreciatively over the canvas. “i suppose they might be easier to procure now after the new establishment, i guess?” 

       “ it would look slightly better in an italian gallery than an english palace, ” she remarked. though for the right price, she was certain it had taken a lot to obtain the painting. “ probably, but you have to wonder if they have the real prints hidden away and put out the fakes for when guest are here. ” she had had and overheard several conversations, mostly joking, about stealing this thing or that. “ maybe there will be some redecorating with the new heir and they’ll retun it home. ”

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serpcntine​:

she hummed. “sure, that’s what they put on the invitation. it’s not like they can come right out and say ‘come drink to this this guy getting thrown in international prison.’ i don’t know… maybe it really is all in good faith. maybe i’m overthinking.” events in poland had caused her to grow weary. “honestly, i don’t know. i kind of know cecilia through rowen, but we’re not, like, besties. and vaughn is cool when i see him at christmas. but neither of them get to take over, so… i can’t say what it’ll be like. hopefully it’ll be better, and i’m just having anxiety over nothing.”

       “ hey, you’re not the only one, so don’t sweat it, ” scout said, trying to lighten the mood. it all seemed to have a bit of a taboo feel, like wearing white to someone else’s wedding. she didn’t even know why they had been invited to witness such a thing, but she was never the type to turn down free booze and a party. “ cecilia is probably my favourite. andrew is okay too but yeah, it’s not like they’re taking the crown. are any of his kids...legitimate? i never really kept up with any of it. ” 

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tywysoges-g​:

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Gwen mused, looking towards the painting. “I wouldn’t put it past this group or their ancestors. You know… now seems as good a time as any to pull a National Treasure. I’m sure some of these things wouldn’t be missed.” She paused. “I’m just kidding… or am I?”

       “ it’s very good if it’s a fake, ” she muttered. catching the what gwen was hinting at, scout looked down both ends of the halls before back at to her. “ lemme know if anyone’s coming, ” she said before getting closer to the wall to inspect the back of the painting. “ damn. there’s a censor on the back... ” pushing her upper lip up, she stepped away and let out a deep breath. “ perhaps we should look for something smaller? and easier to fit into a purse? ”

[caecusheir]

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     Cecilia had gone to almost every group, speaking to them and asking questions and pretending that she didn’t want to be absoloutely wasted instead of talking to another duke about her father. Didn’t anyone understand that she barely knew him? Out of all of his children, she knew him the least and had, sadly, only spoken to him once before tonight. She wasn’t daddy’s little girl. She didn’t care enough and only came for the sake of family and the media, and because she knew there was going to be an open bar at the celebration–made by her demands. 

     Once she spotted Scout in the watercoloured gown, Cecilia knew there would be someone to at least help her get ouf of another repetitive conversation. She quickly walked over and gently tapped on Scout’s arm. “Hey,” she beamed and then immediately leaned in closer to whisper in her air. “I’m about to sneak off somewhere, probably like a balcony, steal a bottle of whatever I can find and chug it. Would you like to join me?”

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       despite not exactly sure what they were meant to be celebrating, scout had put on her best face and been pleasant for the duration of the night. since the news about michael and parker’s vegas wedding, she had been trying to stay under the radar and not cause too much of an issue for kathleen for fear of being yanked out of the program. who knew what that woman was thinking, but after her conversation with arthur sr and parker, everything else for the night seemed like a breeze.

       feeling the tap on her arm, she turned around, smiling when she saw cecilia. “ oh thank god, ” she said, letting out a sigh of relief. “ excuse us, ” she said to the person she had been speaking to before turning her back and giving the english princess her undivided attention. “ i would be delighted, ” she replied. “ they’re not guarding the bottles too heavily so we should be able to grab whatever. ”

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       scout stood in front of the portrait of andrea odoni, one arm crossed over the other with a champagne flute dangling from her fingers. art always fascinated her and she wasn’t sure she would get another chance to explore the palace like this so she wanted to take advantage of every moment. she could hear a set of footsteps coming from one direction and without even turning her head away from the painting, she called out, “ do you think it’s a true lorenzo lotto? i mean, the crown wouldn't’ have forgeries, right? ” { @hshqstarters​ }

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arthurwindsorsr​:

parkerwhitmores​:

“charged for what?” parker asks, as he approaches his sister. it takes him a few moments to realize who they’re standing next to, before he freezes and stares for a few seconds. in america, arthur would either be in jail or… well, most likely dead, if he’s being honest. people got overzealous in the states, especially the intelligence agencies. he quits gaping and manages to form a word, “oh, shit - they really just let it ride here, huh? that’s wild. scout, don’t pay for that - i have mom’s card, let’s put it on her tab. she might’ve shut it off after my stunt but…” he turns back towards arthur, “you probably need something stronger than that, especially since you’re like. going to jail. it’s your ‘going to jail’ party- let’s do shots!”     /      @arthurwindsorsr​

“ CHARGE YOU ? what ? ” he frowned at the girl and just pushed forward and reached for the bottle behind the one she had picked from him — moving without grace and not worrying just how much he ended up making the girl move. only after he had secured the bottle he turned to the pair. AMERICANS. in his house. the world had gone mad. “ this is the buckingham palace. we are not going to charge you for drinks, for god’s sake. ” bloody imbeciles.  he was frozen in shock when the word ‘jail’ was so soon followed by the word ‘shots’. “ i plan on staying out of the prison. i don’t have all this money for the fun of it, dear boy. ” he had his bottle. did he need company ? no. not from 20-year-olds. “ if you can find something as undignified as shot glasses in this building, i’ll finally accept the fact that this is no longer my house. ” [ &&. @scoutwhitmore​ / @parkerwhitmores​ ]

       “ handing him a bottle of booze, ” she explained to parker. scout stumbled into her brother slightly when arthur pushed past her to grab a bottle. rolling her eyes, she smoothed out her dress. “ i don’t know, helping you have fun seems like a bad idea, ” she remarked, looking at parker. “ and here i thought about asking mother to throw her support behind him, ” she said sarcastically. “ well, lucky for you arty i know how to make a shot glass out of just about anything. parker - grab me three of those brandy glasses. the ones with the stems. ” { @parkerwhitmores​ }

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serpcntine​:

@hshqstarters​

“this is so weird,” sera muttered. her fingers were curled daintily around a flute of champagne. “we’re, like… celebrating a guy getting sent to prison. i mean, he’s bad, or whatever, but it’s still weird.” it wasn’t abnormal to make an example of war criminals, or to celebrate the end of a war, but this felt off to her. inappropriate. “it’s also like… this whole party is just the english establishment reminding us that they still exist. you know, they’re like: ‘look, we’re still here and we still have money and power.’ they’re just going to put someone new at the top. rinse and repeat.”

       “ i thought we were suppose to be celebrating england being free? ” scout asked, scrunching her face. with the trial, the country was suppose to be in a better place, weren’t they? or was the party really a ding dong the witch is dead situation? perhaps the other was right, it all was a little weird. “ do you think the next in line will be like their father? i’m not gonna lie, i only talk to like, two of them. ”

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vntcniv​:

“Would it be too tacky to get drunk tonight? It’s a special occasion after all. Not even a terribly hangover could ruin this week for me.” ( @hshqstarters​ )

       “ i think you’re free to do whatever the hell you feel like, ” scout pointed out. “ no one is going to be judging you. ”

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arthurwindsorsr​:

“ you don’t have to be glued to my backside in order to keep an eye on me, ” arthur hissed at the police men kept a close watch on him. arthur did care how many people his elbows brushed against or how many people spilled their wine because of him — he had only stepped outside of his room because he had ran out of bourbon. he couldn’t tell if he was happy to have an excuse to enter the ball room and see all the faces of the people who were so gleefully celebrating his defeat. at HIS house. the despicable cockroaches. just when he was about to reach the bar, his shoulder hit someone else’s. he let out a curse word before turning to look at the person. “ you’re closer to the bar, pass me the bottle, will you ? ” [ &&. @hshqstarters​ ]

       the whole premise of the night seemed like something out of the twilight zone. surely it would be fine and no one would see the former king but that would be too easy. still, it seemed like a good idea to go straight to the bar once she got into the palace. what she hadn’t expected, however, was to have arthur himself talking to her. it still took her a few minutes for him to process his request before she finally grabbed the bottle and turned to hand it to him. “ they’re not going to charge me for giving this to you, are they? ” she asked, referring to his ‘bodyguards’ close behind. 

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cmiray​:

“Thank you” she replied taking one of the canapés one of the waiters was taking around the room. She popped it into his mouth and continued looking around the room chocking the second her eyes fall on the King of England. “He’s allowed to be here?” she asked panicked. “I mean- he’s just.. walking around?” The whole party already felt really wrong, despite how much she despised the man and he’s famous behaviours. Having him walking around like a circus animal wasn’t helping. ( @hshqstarters​ )

       scout looked over her shoulder to eye the man in question. it did seem weird to see him walking around at the party - if that’s even what it this could be called. “ do you think they’re just trying to let him have one last hurrah? ” she asked, bringing her glass of wine closer to her lips. “ i mean...he’s probably going to jail, right? ”