she’s gotten better at not flipping her lid at anyone who so much that looks at her the wrong way, but it doesn’t mean it’s completely over and done with. as evident by the freshman gawking as she is simply minding her own business, trying to send a text. she glances up, brow furrowed. “if you could remove your head from your ass, and go find someone else to fixate on, that’d be stellar,” she warns, before practically bearing her teeth at him. when he scurries off, speechless and afraid, her gaze shifts to one nearby. “can you believe that shit? it’s, like, take a picture. it’ll fuckin’ last longer, right?”
dainty fingers wrap around a bottle of what seemed to be iced tea , before she raises it to meet her lips in a lasting sip , triggering the slightest flinch . eyes scan the surrounding area for any witnesses close enough to recognize the scent of liquor , only to cease at the very sight of an all too familiar face . ‘ you won’t snitch on me , will you ? ’ the words roll off her tongue ever so effortlessly with a flick of long , raven colored curls . the worry of seeming improper to the public eye only concerns her until she reaches the right level of intoxication and the girl is very clearly not there just yet . ‘ i’m willing to share . ’ a bat of long eyelashes accompanies the brunette’s voice , lips curling to form a cheeky smile .
she’s no stranger to weird shit she sees on campus. it’s bound to happen when you put a group of twenty somethings together. so to be completely honest, daydrinking is the least of her worries. “obviously not,” she replies, with a roll of her eyes, her lips upturned in a smirk. “snitches get stitches, right?” at least in her eyes. “share?” she repeats. “is there a catch?”
「barbie ferreira & cis female」⇾ teixeira, scout, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a pisces and 22 years old. she is studying illustration, living in noland and can be quick witted, passionate, tempestuous & flaky. when i see her, i am reminded of scuffed roller skates matched with funky socks, ink stained fingers dangerously scribbling, and accidentally blowing smoke from your nose.
triggers: drugs, death, fighting/violence
born in boston, growing up in salem, scout’s always lived a bit of an eclectic life. it’s only ever been her, her mom, and her grandmother for as long as she can remember. her dad was never in the picture. it’s never been a big deal to her, growing up without one, because from a young age, she’s taught the value of independence.
her grandmother is a wiccan, and runs an apothecary. a lot of business is the tourists in the fall (this was salem, massachusetts, after all) but there’s a small but mighty coven. women who often hung out around the shop, and the texeira apartment above it.
her grandma taught her a lot about the religion, but scout’s never been too inclined to pursue it herself. the most she’s done is sat in on some ceremonies, and helped run the shop when needed.
one thing that’s always characterized scout is her short temper. she’s quick to irritate, and even quicker to fight. this got her into a lot of trouble when she was younger, but has since died down as she gotten older (and gotten help) to manage it. she’s gotten into a lot of fights. a lot of fights. for various reasons-- someone looked at her wrong, someone looked at one of her friends wrong, she was just in a bad mood that day.
so she’s spent a lot of her life as a troublemaker! a lot of pent up anger from things she can’t quite understand! but the final straw was a fight so bad it landed the other in the hospital.
no charges were pressed, but scout was forced to take anger management courses, and learn to divert her anger into other things. she definitely got a wake up call then. she’s trying to be better.
scout’s real first love is art. and she’s had the gift of it since she was a child and her mom gave her a pen to doodle with. what started out as scribbles has only further grown into intricate scenescapes, characters, whatever her mind matters. for awhile, drawing was what helped calm her down. and when that didn’t work, when the anger became too much, she tried to find something, anything to calm her down
her grandma died the summer between senior year and freshman year of college, and just like that, the person closest to her was gone. and it left scout feeling a lot of things. but mostly it manifested into resentment and anger. she had to postpone a year to grieve because just like that, someone who raised her was out of her life, and she didn’t know exactly what to do.
she goes to radcliffe eventually, and while she’s never been the best student, but she’s always excelled in her art classes. her portfolio alone is what got her into radcliffe. and that’s where she’s been since. her dream is to be a graphic novelist or a tattoo artist, she’s not entirely sure.
tidbits
she got a pair of rollerskates for one of her birthdays and now all she be doing is skating! she loves it! its her main form of transportation!
not a big partier, but likes to go out w/ friends yk, go to karaoke nights and stupid bars and stuff
is kinda a stoner, tbh comes from a family of stoners
wants a sphinx cat....... hasnt gotten a sphinx cat........
bisexual as hell. mostly dates women tho
doesn’t like living in the dorms but cant afford anything else so here she is!
will draw comics of her friends period
connection ideas
best friend - self explanatory
squad - just ppl she likes to go out w
fwb - noncommittal af..... heart breaker..... just likes the affection tbh
someone she wants to fight - point blank she will want to fight them
art buddies - people she can make art with
smoking buddies - shes doin it a lot. might as well not be alone right.....
exes - yeah. yeah. shes been around. she makes things awkward
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