LOCATION: somewhere near where you can order drinks
FOR: open!
IT'S NO SECRET THAT scarlett loves her drinks, but considers herself to be far from a cocktail encyclopedia. nor was she the kind to come to many events like these -- not unless they benefitted her in some way. perhaps this did, considering all that they had endured within the past weeks. not that she would admit it aloud, the idea that anyone could possibly benefit from anything created by afterglow. she still grumbled everytime the fact she had taken their vaccine was brought up. for now she had found herself hanging out by the bar, of course, while rio socialized. they'd find their way back eventually. her fingers are curled around the cup that has been handed to her, definately not her first, before she takes a sip. " are you sure this is hard cider? frankly, it tastes like juice. " the jackal asks with a laugh, looking into the cup as if she'd find something in there. when her gaze moves upward once more, she takes another sip. " not that i'm complainin'. if it goes down that easy. "
THE WILD & WONDERFUL APPALACHIA WELCOMES...
scarlett hulley as written by mel ( any ).
✱ affiliated with JACKALS MC
✱ working as the PRESIDENT
✱ has taken up residence in BURNINGTON
✱ born on JANUARY 14TH ( 40 )
✱ identifying as CIS WOMAN ( SHE / HER )
✱ known to be INTELLIGENT, CONFIDENT, RESOURCEFUL, PERSUASIVE
✱ also know to be AGGRESSIVE, UNPREDICTABLE, SARCASTIC, DECEITFUL
✱ portrayed by LESLEY-ANN BRANDT
DIGGING DEEPER.
TW: emotional abuse, murder
scarlett was born and raised in devil's elbow -- the child of two high-ranking members in the east atlantic army. it was clear from the moment she was born that she had a fire within her that not even the military could put out, not for lack of trying.. and trying, and trying. she knew it was coming, however, that her parents would inevitably force him to follow in their footsteps, hints of her enlisting circulating weeks before she entered adulthood.
when she initially pledged her life to the jackals the very moment she turned eighteen — did most see it as a desperate ploy to flee the coop and get away from the suffocating clutches of dear old mom and dad? an idiot kid, unaware of the consequences? most certainly so. for a time, it was. and yet, she had observed many of the members from afar for ages now, since her early teens at the very least. something, deep down, had always felt aligned with them. the freedom in having no authority but themselves. she blossoms quickly — quickly losing the clean cut look she entered their doors with. but what they can’t ignore? how she shoots without blinking. how she isn’t phased by violence, nor criminal activity. in fact, it’s almost like she finally comes alive. feeds on it. the light behind her eyes would be alarming to the naked eye -- but she was home.
she quickly becomes the protégé of the president before her — something that she knew made her several enemies along the way. the kid's a machine. ruthless. no mercy. she felt the side-eyes as she rose in the ranks, not quite able to shake his lineage despite not just demanding respect. she learns quite quickly that he'll have to fight to get it off his back. like a lion protects its pride. not only only will she forever be forcing respect as a high-ranking member, but a woman in her position. it's a difficult thing, being a woman in power -- but she's always been strong enough. it certainly helps that she thinks very little about the opinions of men, or men at all.
while there were those who doubted her and still do, she was voted in following her predecessors retirement. even so, the question still remained: you could have had everything, and you chose this life? of course she would, over and over again. scarlett recognizes no other family but them, although not expressing it outright. she may be cutthroat, but within reason. fuck with her operations or her people -- and she won't stop until your dead. or perhaps, she'll be the demon chasing after you, as long as she lets you breathe.
Scarlett on this day gets a simple but efficient wave from the Typhlosion. The reason being? Well, Karie hasn’t seen her in a bit and he wanted to say hi yo his Latias friend.
karie was about to get something more than just a wave back, in fact, he was going to get a latias barreling towards her friend’s side. arms wrapping around as best they could with a joyous trill. it really had been far too long.
“ italy is nice -- very nice but at some point it all just seems to be a little , “ she snaps her fingers , as if the word would magically appear to her. “ basic , y’know ? “
monday, june 24th, 2019.
→ at beckoned bar & grill.
featuring: @scarlettmontgcmery.
There was a time in Calvin’s history that he would be a frequent customer of the Beckoned Bar & Grill, where he would head on over to the bar once his shift was complete and tugged his tie loose to relax for the evening. The sports bar was much more his style, a little less rowdy dancing compared to the Barrel and more room for that pool table... hell, he was such a regular that half the fist fights he had gotten himself into had taken place within these walls and he still hadn’t been kicked to the curb — even the fight with Kingston couldn’t waver the loyalty to this place. Alas, plenty had changed in Calvin’s life within the last few months. Between adopting that shepherd, welcoming Caleigh back into his heart, and rising even further to the top at the station with a hefty cold case granted to his desk... he spent less time swallowing away his sorrows, and more time running home to grab a shower. When he walked inside the bar that evening the bartenders acted as though they had seen a stranger in the flesh... which earned an eye roll from Calvin and an immediate wave for his usual sour whiskey. “Shut the hell up, Doc. I’ve been busy.” The bartender made eyes at the blond, knowing what busy seemed to mean to those. That only earned him a sucker punch to the bicep across the bar where Calvin could reach, before his two cyan hues had turned to scan the room and fall onto the familiar brunette he hadn’t seen in quite some time.
It was a little ironic to find her in a bar, though if his memory served him correct, the food at this place was almost worth the stench of alcohol for an hour or so. She didn’t look to pleased though, as as soon as he spotted here, Calvin could sense out the male attention she was receiving wasn’t exactly welcomed. Scarlett could easily hold her own, but the blond couldn’t resist plucking his drink from the bar and meandering on over to interrupt them. “Hey honey.” Calvin laid the pet name on thick for the female friend. He could be interrupting a date for all he knew, but her body language couldn’t exactly lie. Plus, this guy looked more of a tool than Calvin ever did. “You order for us yet?” He asked, glancing down toward her, winking as his arm moved to drape over her shoulders.
I’m starting to believe that life is impossible when you’ve got a six month old daughter. When I start to think that I can get some work done late at night, I’m awakened by the screaming of my daughter. It’s almost sounds as if someone’s torturing her. But, no, of course that’s not happening -- she’s just hungry. Do you ever think about life as a baby? Sleeping all day and crying when things don’t go your way. I think I’d like to go back to those days right about now.
