#scarlett1

[nellfawley]

When: 16 May 1980 Where: Hogwarts Who: Nell + @scarlettxmaxwell​

“Hey, got a spare moment? I need some holiday advice. You’re our travel girl after all. You’ll know better than me.”

[immortals0]

História: “Pobres infelizes eram os que permitiam que seus olhos tomassem o controle da situação. Nascida e criada na Rússia até pouco antes dos oito anos, se havia algo de que Scarlett poderia se gabar era da inteligencia que possuía. Perdeu os pais ainda muito cedo, de modo a que fora obrigada a morar com a tia e dois primos nos Estados Unidos. Vivia bem, contudo, sentia a constante necessidade de se aventurar pelo subúrbio, até o dia em que sua sorte mudara. Talvez devido a sua incrível capacidade de se comunicar, ou até mesmo fazer novas amizades num piscar de olhos, a loira sabia apenas que não pertencia em qualquer lugar fixo. Pertencia ao mundo. Scarlett possui certa naturalidade ao assumir o papel de líder, incorporando a arrogância e prepotência, suas características mais nítidas, e projetando autoridade suficiente para a busca de um objetivo em comum, por mais que seja “caracterizada” por um nível cruel de racionalidade, cuja premissa é usar sua motivação, determinação e mente astuta para atingir o que deseja. É imaginativa e decidida; ambiciosa, mas reservada e desconfiada de todos ao seu redor; incrivelmente curiosa, e não desperdiça sua energia com aquilo que considera não valer à pena. Ainda assim, possui uma demasiada força de vontade para com seus planos, arriscando em lugares nos quais ninguém se arrisca caso o objetivo aprofundado mostra-se merecedor de tal esforço. Entretanto, Scarlett prefere passar seu tempo com a cara nos livros. Perfeccionista e esquemática, tem a necessidade de calcular toda a extensão de seu caminho antes de dar o primeiro passo, tudo para aumentar sua vantagem. Claramente que, quando não possui nenhuma certeza do que está fazendo, a semideusa é capaz de se perder nos próprios pensamentos e agir sem a bússola de sua lógica ferida, não tendo uma direção exata. Talvez o principal motivo que a leve não ter qualquer sinal de benevolência se dê ao rancor e repulsa que sentia pelos deuses, ou pelo menos em sua grande parte. Para ela, tais divindades eram nada mais que covardes lutando em busca de uma falsa paz, onde acabam por usar os próprios filhos como armas de guerra a fim de destruir qualquer coisa que ameace seu império, e também, atingir seus objetivos.

Nível: 00 / (00/200) Dc: 00$

Nome:  Scarlett Volkov Haynes Idade: 18 Anos Parentesco: Atena Profissão: - Photoplayer: Amber Heard

Poder:         (00/60) Persuasão: (00/60) Força:         (00/60) Agilidade:   (01/61) RF:               (00/60) RM:              (05/65) PLA:             (00/60) PCA:             (04/64)

[princejxcob]

As The Sun Hides | Scarlett + Jacob

Ever since he found out about the recent --and disgusting-- components of human fluids in the lake and its environs Jake immediately discarded that area for what he had planned. He sat outside of one of the few, small buildings of the camp, loosened the tie that matched his suit a little bit and looked around searching for ideas. After a few minutes of finding and discarding possible places he looked up at the rooftop of the cellar of the camp, agreeing that it was the perfect place to watch a sunset. Without a second thought he stood up and wandered around the place, moving on to the next step and making a mental list of the things he would be needing to achieve a much more pleasant look on the chosen spot.

Just an hour and half later Jacob found himself smiling for the millionth time that day, as his blue eyes met the creation in his hands: a bouquet of various wildflowers collected from the surroundings of the camp and the insides of the forest next to it. The boy had also spent a good forty-five minutes doing research about their names, since the last thing he'd desire was picking up a poisonous kind of flora. Holding the detail carefully he directed himself across the place and towards Scarlett's tent; his appearance looking slightly less neat than in the beginning, but keeping the charm and chivalry that he intended to project. Running a hand through his hair and he took a deep breath. ''Scarlett?'' he called out, hoping that's where the girl was.

[zachariah-zimmerman]

Inducing Normalcy || Scarlett & Zachariah

It was strange, to say the least, that a bond had started to form between the two of them. Scarlett was everything that Zachariah had hoped to be – agile, cunning, and the right hand of Orion Hearst. He wouldn’t be the first one to say that they would rather bet in Scarlett’s place than their own, because Zachariah did, he wanted everything at the palm of his hands. To be the best without a prestige name here meant you had to work harder, sacrifice more than those with family’s who’ve been coming here for generations. He was jealous, yes, and he wouldn’t be ashamed to admit it because if he did have the last name of Crowe or Cohen, he’d be at the top of the charts for everything and possibly looked favorably in the eyes of Hearst.

But this is an asylum filled with projects who want nothing more than to be on top.

This… relationship that sprung out of nowhere between Scarlett and Zachariah was something that would never thought would happen. Most prestigious names in this institute looked at him like he was nothing, yet she didn’t; she gave him the time of day and he thought it would only be fair if he did the same to her. She wanted a moment of ‘normalcy’, so he gave it to her and to be honest, if this thing kept going between them… he wouldn’t mind giving up a few more things.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

“I didn’t know you were going to be part of Project Play, Scar, but I’m not surprised.” His eyes moved over towards the side as the girl perched herself up the door. Giving her a small smile, he patted the spot next to him on the bed, pointing towards the screen. “You look just as great on screen as you do off screen.” Chuckling, he looked back towards the TV, his back towards her. “It’s just us now, Scar.” He stated as if muttering those words meant that they would turn off who they were outside his bedroom door. Just the two of them.