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Scout barely makes any noise. Which for him, that is a large indicator he isn't well.
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There is a knock at the Scout's door.
Scout barely makes any noise. Which for him, that is a large indicator he isn't well.
Gracia 📲 Scout
Gracia: hey Scout. how are you doing?
Gracia: i wanted to ask if you guys needed anything, i'm doing a quick run to the grocery store, i can get you anything with me
TASK 01 : WELCOME SUMMER’S GHOSTS
summer song: bad medicine by bon jovi
on a warm summer’s day you can only truly hear the sounds of jimmy hendrix on vinyl that falls in harmony with the buzzing of sage kahn’s tattoo gun .. they spend almost every single day in that tattoo shop, even when june creeps into the holiday weekend and flash sales aren’t enough to gather interest.
so sage heads to new york for a few weekends.. they reconnect with some of their dads old friends... it’s a questionable decision.. but it quells their heart long enough to pick up a guitar again.. music becomes life again.. it mixes into her daily routine, somewhere after a morning wake & bake and well before her sunset meditation sessions. sage is beginning to find inner peace again .. even when their weekend to the city run slim ..
sage’s nights begin to involve more of venice wright’s front porch .. they had to invest in a few tiki torches at home depot as july dragged on.. sometimes they talk for hours on hours, diving into conspiracy theories.. sharing aesthetics.. even singing along to their old beat up guitar. but there are also nights where they find their backs on the grass, eyes shifted towards the stars with constellations dancing in the sky. those night? yeah those are sage’s favorite.
august brought with a new wave of firsts.. first drunken self-tattoo moment.. most of sage’s right hand is now filled with sporadic patchwork ideas .. they borrow a skateboard with from scout darling and start frequenting the abandoned parks in hopes they’ve got some untapped potential... they don’t at first .. and neither does daphne abernathy .. in all reality sage’s coordination is shit.. but it’s fun and they don’t allow a few bruised bones to stop them.
the fall months are welcomed and sage is already in the works of sprucing the place up.. though at first glance you’d think it was halloween town and jack skellington was their boss..
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@missxscoutxdurney
imessage ⤻ scout
noel: so you're back in town?
noel: how was your flight?
╰ ♪ ❪ MEET THE ST.JAMES FAMILY ❫
very close, musically gifted, and just a lil bit chaotic -- but in the best way possible.
elizabeth st.james [ mother, 47, doctor. ] played by reese witherspoon
ryland st.james [ father , 45 , pediatric doctor ] played by john mulaney
florence st.james [ grandmother, 68, philosophy professor ] played by sigorney weaver
anastasia “stas” st.james [ 24, musician ] played by perrie edwards
scout st.james [ 24, musician ] played by jordan fisher
scotty st.james [ 23, musician ] played by luke hemmings
suzy st.james [ 15, student ] played by cha minjung
shiloh st.james [ 12, student / child actor ] played by jacob tremblay
the first big check he got, scott spent it all on a house on miami beach. way to big for just one guy and his dog but it is a home. his home. something he could call his. though certainly overcompensating, scott hasn’t been able to do that for most of his life. “listen, all i’m sayin’ is original in giant letters, fuckin’ across my chest. fucking kick ass. why can’t you just imagine that?” scotty explains, before shoveling another spoonful of fruit loops into his mouth. he has always liked tattoos. but, despite all of these grand ideas... he has yet to get one. the real reason is due to his deathly fear of needles. but, if you were to ask him, he’s afraid of nothing. “you just don’t understand me.” he jokingly whines, poking his tongue out at scout -- bits of cereal still on his tongue. @ofcscout
some people thrive on being alone. some enjoy the dead silence of an empty apartment in the morning. some would never dream of having two roommates at adella’s paygrade. but adella needed her roommates far more than they needed her. unsupervised, she gets rather lonesome quickly. adella always wants someone to talk to. someone to be around. her roommates filled up that void. if she ever had a wild thought she wanted to just blurt out, she enjoyed simply skipping down the hall to tell scout.
and when her roommates aren’t home... adella makes mistakes. originally, she just wanted to do something nice for her roommates. it’s a simple taste any twenty-something should know how to do by now. but, leave it to addie to fuck it up miserably. “i don’t understand..” she’s on the brink of tears, a soft pout on her lips as her eyes begin to well up. “i did everything right..” she mumbles to herself, pouring over the cake batter instructions. yes, 7am is an odd time to be baking. but who doesn’t like waking up to a giant chocolate cake? too bad her cake came out hard as a rock. soft tears roll down her cheeks as the solid chunk of cake makes a thud onto the counter top. “damn it..” @ofcscout