#scatcrccio

[itchose]

@scatcrccio 🌲 "i can still tell when you're scared."

[feminaferitas]

@scatcrccio gets a call from Shauna the day after Halloween

Yes, maybe Shauna was still rattled from seeing her daughter in Jackie's uniform last night. But no matter how pleasant their resulting conversation had actually been, it didn't change the fact that Callie had been getting high on ecstasy on Halloween at a dance club. And yes, Shauna had also been out at that club with Adam, but that was way beside the point.

After giving her daughter an earnest talk about the consequences of trying to blackmail her about the... cheating, Shauna resolved to do the responsible, motherly thing. Which, in her messed up life, meant calling one of the least responsible, but frankly quite consistent people she knew for intel. Preventative measures, she told herself.

"C'mon... pick up..." Shauna stood at the kitchen sink, looking out into the sunshine beyond the window to see if there were any pests in the garden. Then the line clicked. She perked up, if only in a sort of formal manner -- Nat Scatorccio wasn't exactly a girl-talk kind of friend.

"Hey, Natalie... Hope I'm not disturbing anything. Good Halloween?" A nervous laugh, and the smallest of small talk before launching into her ulterior motive. "I have a question that I think someone of your... local networking abilities would have an answer for."

[darkconsumed]

@scatcrccio gets a semi-plotted thing!

Time passed and people changed. Memories of someone, a friend from long ago, never did change. They remained the same and kept the memory of someone who was dearly missed alive. Though after everything that they went through with their fellow teammates, it was no surprise that distance had been formed. That they had all branched off and gone down their own paths, forged their own lives and identities that were not solely tethered to the trauma of surviving the wilderness.

Charlotte hadn't, at first, been able to do her own forging. A brief stint in the hospital after coming home had taken place, but that had been well over a decade ago. In that time, she'd managed to create something new and beautiful, something that didn't judge one for their past, and gave new opportunities to liked minded people. Her time in the hospital had been abhorrent and did more damage than good ( at least mentally and emotionally speaking ) and she wanted to change that. Because she knew she wasn't the only one to be forced into an environment like that.

The wellness center had been up and running for a while now and things were going good. But there was something missing, someone to be more exact. Natalie Scatorccio had been on her mind for quite sometime, but she had never acted upon the desire to seek the other woman out. Not until she heard the familiar voice flutter from the speakers of the radio one afternoon. To discover that the brunette had pursued music wasn't surprising and it brought a smile to Lottie's face to think of her friend being up on stage doing something so enriching. So from that moment she kept her eyes on the look out for a show being played near by so she could pop in and say hello to an old friend.

Lottie had lucked out after a couple months since hearing the woman's band on the radio. It seemed her tour had led her to the New York area and that worked in the raven haired woman's favor. She left the center in good hands and made her way into the city and bought a ticket at the door, thankful they still had some. And to say it wasn't her scene would be an understatement but she managed to squeeze herself into the crowd, stomach in nervous and excited knots. To which only grew as the night went on, the opening act leaving the stage and then there was Nat. Lips parted when she landed eyes on the other woman, small smile pulling into place as she seemingly ignored everything else going on around her.

Though it was hard not to hear the crowd around her cheering, thrashing against one another in excitement. They adored the woman and the music being played and Lottie couldn't help but think good, it's what she deserves. She even found herself swaying a bit to the songs ( partly due to the various bodies around her bumping into her ) and found that she enjoyed several of the songs. All the while, her eyes never left Natalie and she wondered if she'd spot her though she doubted it. There was a sea of adoring fans and the bright lights illuminating the stage would make it hard to pin point anyone. Let alone someone she hadn't seen in nearly twenty-five years.

[wickedlehane]

@scatcrccio gets a Yellowjackets (2021 timeline) starter

25 years later and Faith felt like she was just thrown back in the wilderness.

She'd gone from being stranded with an ever-dwindling group of girls from her high school soccer team to a detention facility filled with equally vicious women hellbent on survival. At least there, she had three square meals and some excuse for a bed. No wolves. No antlers. But being let out on good behavior... she was being let out into a world she didn't recognize anymore. With her mother dead and her father long gone, all she had were the clothes on her back, $100 gate money, and that fucking postcard when they showed her ass to the exit. Parole was better than nothing, given the conviction was 25 to life for first degree murder.

She didn't kill anyone. Not anyone human, at least.

After getting a cab back to Wiskayok to see what was left of her life, Faith had just enough money to check into a motel for the night and figure out the next steps. She couldn't even play phone-a-friend, watching time and technology pass her by in the slammer. Even if she got ahold of a payphone, she didn't know anyone's numbers anymore. Not even Nat's.

Shit, she was hungry. And now she had to forage in the urban jungle and take care of that herself. Faith needed the cash just in case she had to buy another night before she could find someone, anyone, from her old life to help her out. So she waited until it was late and dark, shuffling out to the motel vending machine to pry open the coin slot and see what she could fish out. Easy for a slayer. She just hoped there would be enough loose change to order a cheap pizza on the room's phone.

Hell, it beat skinning rabbits.

Faith was so focused on digging around the machine, her face pressed close to the metal edge, that she didn't notice (or chose not to notice) someone walking up behind her. She could always lie about the damn thing eating her change, right?

[misquigley]

@scatcrccio gets a semi-plotted season one thing.

Boundaries were often a floor to ceiling wall when it came to her. It always had been and the blonde did her best at giving Natalie grace, being patient as she herself could be ( it wasn't much but it was more than a lot of people got from her. ) And though her personal feelings towards Travis were nonexistent—could leave or have him, she didn't feel one particular way—she knew what he had meant to her best friend. Knew that seeing him in such a state...it must have left the brunette in one of her own. So she had tried to comfort her in that moment, knew that there was a chance at rejection and was not surprised when it happened.

She had kept her mouth shut and simply guided Natalie back to the car that night and drove home. She had even gone as far as making one phone call since then to see how the other woman was doing and she did not buy the answer she received. And yet Misty did not push, did not pry, and simply waited for the other to reach out when she was ready. Though deep down she knew that would be a very cold day in hell when Natalie Scatorccio would admit to needing help from her of all people.

However, saddled up against knowing the other wouldn't call her, her concern continued to grow. She knew how vulnerable Nat was, knew that the window to relapse was wide open, beckoning her to jump from it. And so, like she had done since their last conversation, the nurse sat there at the kitchen table, her eyes fleeting from the laptop screen to her phone, wondering if she should call. If she should bother her or if she should just continue to hold off and wait. But there was something gnawing at the deepest depths of her stomach that she should call, that she should overstep and just rip the band-aid off.

After a moment of going back and forth, Misty finally decided that she would call. Though there was another moment of hesitation before she was hitting the brunette's number and bringing the phone to her ear. She listened to it ring and ring and ring further, bottom lip being worried between teeth as she waited for the other woman to answer. Wondering if she even would.

[perfectionreached]

@scatcrccio: ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime.

disagreements often meant nothing when it came to them. it went the same way as it always did. natalie had an idea. taissa shut it down and called it idiotic. they bickered. then they did it anyways. she would still complain, don't get her wrong, taissa would never turn down standing in the background and loudly sighing. but in this case, if it meant that the other woman had company and someone to watch her back, of course she was going to do it. (even if it meant the stress of someone seeing tai and her career going down the drain -- which she had no doubt repeated over and over again to no avail )

arms are crossed, feet pacing back and forth. even if she had gone along with it, she'd been impatient since the car ride, ready for nat to get whatever this was out of her system as soon as possible. taissa clears her throat, a quick glance down at her watch. "you almost ready to go? if i would have known that this would be an all night thing..."

[90svanbye]

demons. van's got a whole closet, whole medicine cabinet, hell a whole damn apartment of them—— all neatly decorated with sleater-kinney tour t-shirts and film posters from times long gone and quirky little fridge magnets. they give off the vision that they have it all together. there's cracks in every corner but they've managed to perfectly pull it off to the unsuspecting eye, looking like nothing more than the type of person who found their vibe, their thing, and settled in comfortably with it. (that's what i tell myself anyway) it makes falling asleep at night easier but the truth is, van still finds comfort in the rattle of the windows against the wind on a cold day. they shouldn't. what it should do instead is make them jump or maybe it shouldn't make them do anything at all because it was twenty five fucking years ago. so, nat might see their demons but there's no way she can see that, right? they shuffle awkwardly on the spot, shoving their hands in their pockets. fuck that. no way.

❝   fuck, nat. are you flirting with me?   ❞ they laugh a laugh that gurgles the tequila warming their belly, but it lacks substance; mouth doing all the work while their eyes grow a little hollower by the second. ❝   is that what this— don't get me wrong i'm flattered, but i don't know if this is reaaalllllyyy the way to my heart you know?   ❞ it's self-deprecating at best. lips twitch, not knowing whether to frown or smile. decides that neither really makes sense. they shuffle again to collect themselves. ❝   c'mon. we, uh - we don't gotta do this. the whole facing our demons thing or whatever. let's do the or something instead. yeah, that sounds a fuck ton better.   ❞

⁽ ¹ ⁾ @scatcrccio / ⁽ ² ⁾ random sentence prompts ... this place makes you face your demons or something, and turns out, your demons are really fucking ugly.

[misquigleya]

In truth, she hadn't been to work until today. She hadn't thought she was ready to go back after that night. But it was fine, she had plenty of PTO saved up that she was able to take three weeks off. She almost went for another, but she had bills to pay and a pet to take care of. So she all but forced herself to go back to work, tightening the straps that kept a new mask in place. It was one she would only wear to work now. The rest of time? Well, the world got what it got from Misty Quigley from now on.

Lunch had rolled around and she was feeling antsy, cooped up. So she, for the first time in the fifteen years she had worked at Sunnyview, took her lunch break elsewhere. It was a moderate drive, would possibly push her over the hour she was allowed, but it didn't much matter to her. She soon pulled into a parking spot and got out, locking her car before making the short walk.

Knuckles were soon knocking on door as a small smile spread onto her face. It only grew when the door opened and she was beaming up at the other woman. "Hi! Hope you don't mind I stopped by, but I didn't really want to take my lunch break in a little room," she chuckled, hand raising to adjust glasses.

@scatcrccio / semi-plotted thing.