#scarlettsimmons

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SPOTTED: SCARLETT SIMMONS

Miss Saviour Complex joining the walk of shame parade? Looks like she traded her v-card to a king-- King H, to be specific. It’s about time she joined the real world. 

[gossipersrpgossip-blog]

e-blast #10

Saviour Complex has always been a goody-two-shoes whose greatest goal in life is to please people. With daddy deceased and mommy constantly crushing her dreams, who could blame that she finally got drunk recently? I guess her alcohol virginity is out the window, but is it safe to believe her real virginity is still in tact? Either way, looks like our Saviour Complex is always surrounded by alcohol, whether it’s by friends or herself. It begs the question – nature, or nurture? I wonder how daddy might feel about her indulgence since that is the culprit of his death. Like father, like daughter?

xo xo GOSSIP GIRL

[tfedward]

Stand Tall ;; Scarlett & Edward

Edward was so drunk, he honestly didn’t have a clue how he had even gotten from Eli’s place and to Scarlett’s. The bruised young man had been walking all the way, even if it had been raining at some point. He had only found it to be quite useful, since it had washed his face a bit cleaner from blood than it’d been at .. Edward shook his head, not wanting to think about what had just happened. His heart was still aching as pictures of Elijah moving on top of Calla, her legs spread open, burned a permanent bruise on his mind, making forget about all the others on his skin for a moment. Swaying in the wind, Edward blinked away some of the blurryness, or at least he tried. It was so hard to see if he was at the right door or not.

“Hey love, I’m here now :)”

After sending the text to his friend Scarlett, his beautiful friend, he felt his one ankle fail him and almost having him fall over, but luckily he got his balance back. “Wow,” he said to himself as he tried standing still, looking down at his feet, “That wasn’t nicely done.” The fingers of one of his strong hands ran through the thick and dark brown curls, brushing it back on his head, leaving his face fully exposed. With the cut on his right eyebrow, his nosetrils still having a bit of blood in them, hardened by the openings, and of course the little cut by his lip, he colours of purple, blue and brown helped evening it all out to be a right horror to look at. His right eye and cheekbone starting to swell up. God, it hurt too much, but fortunately for him, he had bought some more medicine. Edward took a hard swing of the whiskey bottle in his hand, taking a few great gulps of it.

[tfedward]

Text: Scarlett

Edward: May I ask you a question?