who: liberty + sage ( @realscars )
where: by the arcade games !
to say that liberty started to get overwhelmed within a couple hours of being at the party would be an understatement. there was so much going on at once, too much activity mixed with the voices and music; she could feel herself starting to become more irritable. it was clearly a cosmic disturbance since she hadn't pissed sage off yet today. so when she saw him in a sea of people, she couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips. “hey sage, come play air hockey with me?” it's laid out like a request, but she's already begun dragging him towards the arcade.
who: liberty + natalia ( @golddvstfm )
where: in front of the sundae bar !
on days like this, ice cream is a godsend, and sundaes are truly something special. there's a method to her madness: three scoops of various flavors, hot fudge, and whipped cream with caramel drizzled over it all. it's definitely overboard in sugar intake, but it's fun, so let her live. liberty's practically buzzing when she's handed her little tray, up until she's bumped by someone grabbing a handful of napkins. she would applaud their attempt to try and catch her before she bumped into someone else, but it was all in vain. her perfectly crafted sundae was launched straight onto the shirt of the next person in line. “fu—frick. i am so sorry.” she'd like to add on that it wasn't her fault; it's not like she pushed herself, but she bites the thought back. “let me buy you a new shirt?"
who: liberty + sarin ( @vesperareigns )
where: on the ferris wheel !
despite her pleas that she was in line to ride by herself, the ride attendant still paired liberty up with someone else. the ride attendant had tried to explain that the line was too long to accommodate single riders. then why was it fine earlier? maybe that's her karma for exploring the party without her friends, to be paired up with a total stranger. they'll be stuck together for at least the next ten minutes; it wouldn't hurt her to try and make conversation. “somehow i feel like the attendants can just do whatever they want,” she huffed. “i just wanted to take a cute picture overlooking the beach for stella.”
who: liberty + martina ( @lovesh0ts )
where: down by the bonfire !
it's to no one's surprise that libby beelined it to the s'mores station once she and her friends arrived at the party. she would be lying if it weren’t one of the things she had anticipated the most out of the day's activities. after carefully weaving through the crowd of children that were lured in by the promise of sweet, gooey deliciousness, liberty finally finds herself at the front of the line to get a skewer. she carefully stakes her marshmallow before making her way over to the bonfire. "so," she starts, turning to the person next to her, “are you a soft roast or a marshmallow-must-catch-flame-and-be-perfectly-charred kind of guy?”
who: liberty + any ( @sunshinesfm )
where: somewhere in the wave of food trucks !
liberty loves whenever there are food trucks in town, giving her the option to eat things outside of the norm. the medley of smells wafting in the air is enticing, with multiple options available to eat and no dietary restrictions lingering in her mind. the only worrisome thought she has is how everything is going to sit on her stomach later. scratch that, days like these weren't made to be weighed down by the thought of how terrible you're going to feel the next day. this sentiment is especially true when she spots someone with what appears to be a macaroni cone. “excuse me, is that a mac and cheese cone?” she's practically drooling at this point. “where did you get that from?”
who: liberty + any ( @fromthestarsx )
where: one of the craft stations !
the sheer number of options at the custom bracelet station might actually make liberty spontaneously combust. the variety in colors, shapes, charms, and strings left her with limitless possibilities when it came to making something for her roommates and herself. “i know they said it was a make-and-take kind of situation,” she hesitates for a second, “but do you think i'm going overboard?” her tray is neatly sorted into subsections, making it clear she's working on multiple ideas.
It’d almost been three weeks since Waverly moved into Palmview, and while she’d made a lot of progress on unpacking, she knew she needed more fabric for her next project. She went to the local craft store and she felt like she’d bought the whole shop! She walked out of the store with an arm full of bags filled with fabrics and all kinds of things she’d need. Unfortunately for her, it was difficult to keep it all balanced, and when she turned and bumped right into someone, some of her bags fell right to the ground.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! I’m the clumsiest.”
going out for walks has become somewhat of a staple in liberty's life. vitamin d and exercise are good for her, or whatever the hell her therapist said. she'll give credit where credit is due; there have definitely been small improvements in her life just by her making the effort to get her steps in daily. today seems to be a busier day, with more sidewalk traffic than there is usually; she takes note of someone who looks like more fabric than a person. if she just moves slightly to the left, she should be in the clear, and she won't lose her pace. ultimately, her plan fails when she ends up shoulder-checking the poor girl. “oh shit, my bad.” her first instinct is to reach down and help her pick up her lost bags, arms out, ready to hand them over. her eyes scan the other person, noticing that she has her arms full. “do you need help carrying these? we don’t want to see you get caught in another collision.”
karaoke was one of kenna's favourite pastimes. while she wasn't the best singer, she loved to get up there and sing her heart out. she had put her name on the list when she got there and her turn was finally coming up next. "you have to come up with me. come on, it'll be so much fun!" she practically begged the person next to her.
hanging out at the heights tavern was always such a vibe; the atmosphere contained the perfect balance of stimulation for someone like liberty, and the drinks were fairly priced. it also never hurt to get an idea of what music resonated with their community. the opportunity to perform only slightly catches her off guard. she's usually there to enjoy other people's drunken karaoke performances. with a shrug of her shoulders, liberty decides to say fuck it and throw caution into the wind. “sure, why not? did you want to perform a duet, or were you just looking for a hype woman?”
you’re not from around here, are you? i figured because you totally just missed LIBERTY SCOTT walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who SHE is? they kind of look like CHASE INFINITI and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 26 years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last 26 YEARS. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of MISSY PANTONE from BRING IT ON. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at LAGOON LIBRARY as a LIBRARY ASSISTANT. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the HOYDEN of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty IMPULSIVE at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty OBSERVANT to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that 5 BEDROOM residence beside me over in SEAGLASS HEIGHTS / BUNGALOW 2A. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!
› BASIC INFORMATION.
name. liberty blake scott.
nicknames. libs, libby, bug.
birthday. october 4.
age. twenty-six.
gender + pronouns. cis woman, she/her.
hometown. palmview, fl.
occupation. library assistant at lagoon library, guitarist for tarot deck.
orientations. bisexual, biromantic.
› PHYSICAL INFORMATION.
faceclaim. chase infiniti.
eye color. hazel.
hair color. dark brown.
distinguishing features. flat moles scattered all over her body, prominent cheek dimples.
height. 5’6.
styling. whimsigoth.
tattoos. three currently.
piercings. three in each lobe, a helix on the right.
scent. santal 33.
› CHARACTER INFORMATION.
positive. charming, observant, practical.
neutral. assertive, boyish, sarcastic.
negative. blunt, impulsive, impatient.
zodiac. libra sun, aries rising, capricorn moon.
mbti. estp, the persuader.
alignment. chaotic neutral.
temperament. choleric-sanguine, the motivator.
counterpart. missy pantone.
inspirations. reggie rocket, sol ruca, sam manson.
associated songs. bad things - i prevail, aqua regia - sleep token, that bitch - bea miller.
› PERSONAL INFORMATION.
father. kenneth scott, restaurant owner.
mother. valerie scott, deceased.
stepmother. danielle scott, tba.
siblings. two — one older brother, one younger brother.
partner. n/a.
pets. none of her own currently, but treats tarot deck’s pets as her own.
› BACKGROUND.
born and raised in palmview, fl, liberty scott is the middle child (and only daughter) of the scott family. her parents are former athletes, deciding to settle down and run an upscale surf-and-turf restaurant together. her father was always busier with the restaurant, while her mother spent more time at home with the children.
the scott family's business brought in enough that they were able to maintain a comfortable lifestyle. the kids were 'moderately' spoiled, not needing much physically, at least. growing up with two brothers, it was only natural that liberty grew up to be a bit of a tomboy. liberty wanted to participate in everything her brothers were doing, refusing to let her gender exclude her.
tragedy struck the scott family when liberty was only twelve years old. her mother passes away in a freak accident while out surfing. liberty takes the news the worst. she's lashing out; she becomes fueled by so much rage and impulsivity. things only get worse when she fractures her ankle that summer. suddenly life has become so suffocating, and she’s lost her anchor that kept her grounded in place.
her father throws her into therapy a short time afterward. during her therapy sessions, it is recommended that liberty try something new, such as picking up a new hobby. they eventually get onto the topic of music, and sure, she enjoys listening to it, but learning to play it feels like something unfathomable. they decide on the guitar, and liberty develops a strong affinity for it.
the peace within the household lasts for a while. liberty finds herself in a new friend group at the start of freshman year. they rekindle a spark within liberty that had previously faded; they bring back her zest for life. when her father decides to remarry, and she's struggling with how to feel about it all, they're there for her.
agreeing to form a band is a no-brainer; liberty enjoys having an opportunity to play for more than a crowd of three, and with her group of best friends, no less.
› HEADCANONS.
bad at feelings. she might actually die if she wasn't sarcastic all the time. despite her going through therapy and learning how to properly express her feelings, she's still not a huge fan of talking about them.
likes to create. she went through a huge zine phase growing up; taking footage of things she and her brothers were up to, editing stills, and making them into her own little magazine. now, she uses those skills to make promos for tarot deck.
ragebaiter. she likes poking people's buttons for fun. there's a certain thrill in knowing you can piss someone off that bad. it makes her feel #powerful. her main victim is sage. :')
surprisingly sporty. growing up with her brothers, she was always down for whatever they were doing. in living such a lifestyle, she was often outside most of her summer vacations up until her ankle injury. the boys liked playing various sports, with street hockey, skateboarding, and surfing being their main go-to's.
ambivert. good in social situations, and genuinely likes being around others. but boooy does she need time to recharge or be in the company of someone more low energy.
adhd-c. going hand in hand with her ambiversion, she experiences burnout like a mf. she masks often without realizing it. when she can't suppress things that's when you get more of the brain to mouth filter not working. she's gonna say something that she'd wish she hadn't /neg? /pos?
the babies. her main baby is a turquoise fender strat that her dad gifted her after realizing how serious she had become about music. she also still has her ol' black yamaha from her beginner's days.
opportunistic. mildly. she will absolutely keep flirting with that sorry sap that wants to keep buying her drinks. more free things for her to pass on to her friends? hell yeah, she's game.
nosy as hell. she considers herself the mediator of her friend group, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't pressing her ear to the door to hear some of the fights before she goes to start conflict resolution.
disaster bi. miss #cool #calm #collected.. she can flirt with anyone when it's not serious, when her emotions aren't involved; but once it's something serious, she's such a wreck. palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy—
the library. it started out simply as a girl's refuge when you don't want to spend money on paper to print out posters to promote your band, now she gets paid to be there. she actually really likes what she does, it provides an extra layer of stability and routine into her life.