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TAGGING: Scout Lynn LOCATION: Manhattan Detention Complex, 125 White Street, Lower Manhattan, NY TIMEFRAME: Thursday, June 22nd, 2017, around noon SUMMARY: On the anniversary of a conviction of a friend, Scout risks being found out to try to make amends. WARNINGS: None.
Armed with huge sunglasses that covered half of her face and an old Yankees hat she’d retrieved from the back of her massive closet, Scout hoped no one would recognize her. Her dark hair hung lank around her face like a curtain and she wore an outfit that she hoped was innocuous- a grey tank top and ripped jeans and sneakers- though the jeans and the satchel hanging from her shoulder were designer. Because no matter how hard she’d tried to think of one laying in her bed the night before, there was just no real plausible excuse she could offer the Gossip Girls and their readers as to why she’d be traipsing through a jail. So Plan B, she’d decided, was not to be noticed at all.
It wasn’t that she herself was terrified of being associated with a criminal, since anyone who knew Scout well could probably guess that she’d already had. It was that she was terrified that someone would find out the larger story that her parents had paid a fortune to cover up and she’d sold her soul to get away with. At least that was what it felt like.
Scout hadn’t been to the jail in a long time- when he’d last indicated he was open to a visit from her and mostly spent it giving her a sad blank look and working slowly through the snacks she’d bought him from the vending machines- and she tried to ignore her feelings of discomfort as she and her belongings were scanned and searched. “I’m here to visit Daniel Delarosa,” She told the lady at the front desk, folding her sunglasses carefully into her bag and trying to maintain eye contact when she answered that her name was Scout Lynn. The lobby was mostly empty, and the people in it probably didn’t care about white collar gossip blogs or knew a difference between any common Lynn and the Manhattan elite Lynns, but that didn’t mean she didn’t worry. Plus, she reminded herself, she didn’t know if Daniel had any friends here who might be able to put two and two together.
Daniel was from a family with political prominence on his mom’s side, not as elite as say, the Wildes or the Fabrays, but close. Like the Kennedys but with a Hispanic hook. But because he was his mother’s son and not his uncles’, it fell more to his cousins than to him to carry on the political tradition. So he’d used those political connections to... start his own Columbia-dorm-based business in a market that was in high demand on the Upper East Side, and that was how he’d landed here. Well that, and because a teenage girl he’d gotten close to had sold him out to the cops. It’d gotten out to most everyone in Manhattan who knew anything about politics and privileged delinquents, but his family had paid enough people’s silence to make sure it didn’t get much further than that. Scout’s family had paid even more to make sure no one knew she was involved, not even Ryder. He probably thought she’d gotten in trouble over her finals grades again. She supposed the nature of the relationship had made it easy. A supercut of their relationship would probably include snippets of a lot of sneaking out and sneaking around Manhattan- because she was new money and he was not and she was still in high school and he was not and neither of them were much into labels- and a lot of sex in his dorm exclusively, and a lot of dates in restaurants away from any windows and reserved under pseudonyms, one especially tricky time she snuck him into the indoor pool at her house, a lot of “running into each other” at clubs and parties, and a lot of handing off pills and money to other elites while the other served as a distraction. The only people who’d have a clue that she was a snitch were the people they’d dealt to, and thankfully, they weren’t likely to out her.
“Lynn.” The desk lady said, a command in the one word that told her to approach again. “He says he doesn’t want to see you.” Scout had expected this... At least a little. She’d hoped differently. She suspected he only let her in when he felt particularly lonely, or maybe he just missed her sometimes too. When he’d written her to let her know his mom was greasing every judge in the city to get his three year sentence (reduced originally from a six year via good behavior and more bribery) to house arrest, she supposed maybe he wanted to see her again if it ever happened. But maybe he’d just told her that as a courtesy warning. Maybe he’d never forgive her.
The brunette tried to arrange her features into a state of composure but she could feel it instead curling into a pout. “Will you give him this, then?” She replied, handing over an envelope from her bag she’d written in anticipation. It was pretty much everything she’d wanted to say- how she was trying to be more mature and better since he’d been put away, how she had been raising her GPA and had actually scored pretty well on the SATs. A part of her knew he didn’t care, but she was going to try her hardest to justify her not being in a neighboring cell. After seeing for herself that he was going to get her letter, she’d dug out her sunglasses again and was back walking quickly down the street until she was finally somewhere Scout Lynn was supposed to be.
