➣ — Scot Dear, AKA: Scamp ✶ Lady and The Tramp 2 ✶ 21 ✶ Blue ✶ Julian Morris ✶
Scot’s father had a hard life growing up. He didn’t have a lot, and what he did have, he only had because he took it. He learned quickly that the world was a dog eat dog world. He lied and stole to stay alive. That was until he reformed his life and settled down. He hated who he had been, and wanted to make sure his family never would have to resort to what he had to. Scot’s life was decided for him before he was even born. He was going to be a successful doctor, or lawyer, or CEO. Whatever he was going to be, he was going to be successful and rich. Growing up, Scot was given everything he could ever need and sent to the best schools, all to achieve this success expected of him. However, Scot hated the proper life. He wanted to be free to do what he really wanted, to be an artist, not another suit and tie. He had inherited more of his dad, a regular free-spirit, than either one realized.
After Scot graduated high school, he wanted to attend an art school, but his father wanted him to attend an ivy league. Scot realized that no matter what he wanted, his father would control his life and mold it to be what he wanted. So Scot ran away. He had some cash and valuables for pawning if he needed to. He soon found he was in no way prepared for life on the streets, and yet he didn’t care. He loved his new freedom. He hadn’t been on the streets long when he met Reggie. Reginald Lorenzo was a huge brute of a man. He owned a local Italian Restaurant. He looked the part of the Italian Mobster. He had slicked back hair and always wore a suit and big gold rings. He had a cigar in the corner of his mouth, and consequently tended to drool a bit around the cigar. He took an interest in Scot, and took him in. He treated him as a son, and raised him to be like his protégé. In response, Scot did everything Reggie told him to do. That included some rather shady things. Reggie’s restaurant was a front. Scot was expected to help out and do as he was told which was usually to go along with the group of sharks and collect the money. It wasn’t what Scot had wanted to do, but Reggie gave him a place to live…and if he ever said no, it wouldn’t end well for him. He met a girl along the way, never caught her name, but she tried to dissuade him from getting involved with Reggie. He didn’t listen to her…and in the end he regretted it.
Scot earned a new nickname, Scamp, over the time he spent with Reggie. Reggie’s henchmen actually took a liking to him. They viewed him as a little brother of sorts. Scamp loved it. He was free to do what he wanted and had people to protect him. He had been with them for a year or so when he was told he was taking point on a job. That job turned out to be threatening his father. It turned into worse where a couple of Reggie’s goons started to beat him up. The look of confusion, disappointment, and pain on his father’s face was enough to make Scamp realize that he was never going home. That night, he tried to talk to Reggie about leaving, this didn’t end well. That night Scamp lay in bed, bloody and bruised. He wasn’t able to leave, and he wasn’t able to go home. He was stuck. The only thing he could do was try to stay positive about the whole thing. So he played the part of the dutiful protégé, even if it meant doing awful things he was not proud of, just waiting for a chance to escape his new prison.
I know it’s not much. I know it’s a little sad in light of recent events. But the lot of you that are here have been with us since the very beginning. You’ve stuck through the insanity and rolled with the punched for an entire year and a lot of you had made all the difference in my life. I know there’s some people I met here that I will hold onto as long as I can; which I hope is forever.
You are all amazing people, amazing writers, and amazing friends, and I hope you never let anyone tell you different.
Also, the valedictorian award of DRRP goes to Ace. Yes, I do say this (and I did make it up) partially to cheer her up because of what happened in school, but lbr here, we have forever known Ace as our precious baby fish, she’s been continuously active here since…week one, if I’m recalling correctly. She loves everyone on here without question and…well…she’s just kind of the sunshine around this place. Ya’ll know it’s true.
I love you all, here’s to another year on this wonderful, angst ridden, psychotic place. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Just a reminder that we still need bios from almost everyone.
Including myself. I would put a deadline on it but I don’t even know how I would penalize any of you for not handing in a bio on time so i’m just going to let that be. I would enjoy it though if we had most the bios in by July 7th.
On another note, the drabble list has been updated, please message me if you see any mistakes or just shout it out on the OOC, either is okay with me.
➣ — Snow White ✶ Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs ✶ 20 ✶ Green ✶ Lucy Hale ✶
As a child, Snow White was princess to beloved King Leopold and Queen Eva, who ruled over a kingdom in the Enchanted Forest, and the three of them were adored by everyone. They were a happy family, and Snow White was close to each of her parents. Her father taught her many skills, such as archery, while her mother taught her all the things a princess must know.
They lived in peace for a long time until, on the day before her tenth birthday, Snow White’s mother, Queen Eva, grew ill. It was very clear that she would not make it, and the next day she died, leaving Snow motherless on her birthday, and the kingdom without a Queen. Her father, King Leopold, was very distraught by her death, and felt that Snow White could not grow up without a mother, nor could the kingdom go on without a queen, so he soon remarried to a beautiful yet vain woman, who, unbeknownst to all, had ulterior motives. Years went by slowly after their marriage, and all seemed relatively normal, until one day, not long after Snow had turned nineteen, the King was found killed in his chamber, leaving his new wife as the only ruler of the kingdom.
For a while things seemed normal, until the time of mourning was over, and then suddenly the Queen’s attitude made a very clear shift. She made Snow White into nearly a prisoner, dressing her only in rags, and forcing her to do all of her dirty work and chores. Snow White had no idea what she had done or why the Queen was treating her like this, but she didn’t question her as she was now the only parental figure she had, as well as the queen, and she told herself that she was just taking her father’s death hard.
She wanted to see the good in her, just as her mother had always tried to teach her to.
During the months of being made to work like any other servant, Snow tried to learn to enjoy her chores and make the most out of them. She’d sing while she worked, and one day, while out fetching water, she sang into the wishing well in their garden. When she was little, she used to wish for silly things she could’ve honestly gotten anyways, but this time was different. She dreamed that the Queen would change her ways, that true love would find her, and she wished that everything would be as it should be once more.
But it seemed her wish was not answered. The next day, a knight brought her out into the forest to pick wild flowers, but was revealed to actually be a huntsman in disguise, under order from the Queen to kill her. However, he found himself unable to do so as Snow White began to cry and prepare herself for death, and quickly made the choice to let her go free, telling her to get as far as she could from the kingdom and the Evil Queen.
Snow, terrified for her life, started running, and she never looked back.
➣ — Kayla, AKA: Mittens ✶ Bolt ✶ 17 ✶ Blue ✶ Kaya Scodelario ✶
Up until Kayla was thirteen, one could probably say she had a fairly average home life, if not a boring one. Her father went to work every day and her mother went to work every night, so that they rarely got to see one another. Kayla kept to herself, and dinners in between her parents’ shifts were the only time they were all together as a family. Life was uneventful and yawn-inspiring, though at times a bit frustrating. There were days when scheduling conflicts would arise and her parents would fight, but Kayla always saw it as normal. It wasn’t something she felt she should worry about. That was just how things were - things got tense every once in a while with their jobs, but it wasn’t cause for concern.
Until, a little while after she turned thirteen, the fights got more frequent, and one day Kayla woke up and her father was gone. There was no explanation and no goodbyes, just the absence of his things and her mother left to raise Kayla alone. After that, life changed. Her mother, Amy, gradually started falling into a depression, turning to drink whenever she came home to ease her pain, while Kayla fell off the rails more and more over time.
It wasn’t long until Kayla began to notice her sleeping around. Men would come and go from their house, and it angered her, because a piece of her still hoped that her father would come back. At first it was rare for her to see the same man more than once or twice, but when Kayla was fifteen, Amy started seeing someone a bit more seriously. Patrick seemed fairly normal, but after a few weeks bruises started showing up on her mother’s face, and Kayla knew that he was being abusive to her. But she also noticed the cash flow improving, the kitchen being stocked regularly, and the house being cleaner, and figured out why her mother didn’t seem so bothered by the way her new beau behaved when upset. Obviously she figured it was a small price to pay for a better life, but Kayla just saw her as having lost all ounces of self respect, and couldn’t even bring herself to say anything.
When she was sixteen, Kayla met Nathan.
Nathan was a bad boy that drew Kayla to him like a moth to a flame, and instantly they were whirled up in a messy world of lust and danger. He introduced her to a life of parties and drugs and nonstop fun times, and for the first time in a long time, Kayla felt happy and carefree. She’d found an escape, and Nathan had given it to her.
Of course, the fantasy was short-lived. All it took was one mistake - one stupid, stupid mistake - and Nathan ran from her as fast as he could, right into the arms of someone else not more than a week later. And what was worse, that stupid mistake cost Kayla a home. Once she broke down and told her mother and Patrick what had happened, she was sent out on the streets the next day, thanks to Patrick’s insistence. He’d never liked her, and Kayla knew that, and the feeling was more than mutual - but she’d never imagined her mother would allow him to throw her out of their home. Angry, upset, and alone, Kayla was left to fend for herself on the harsh streets of New York.
Luckily, she knew of one thing she could do to survive.
Dropping out of school and hooking up with the guy who’d always sold Nathan the drugs he’d shared with her plenty of times, she got a job dealing, and pilfered from her supply from time to time despite being told not to. She couldn’t help it - it curbed the appetite she couldn’t afford to have and offered her the relief she needed. She dealt in shady alley-ways with low-life addicts, trying her best not to become one herself, but a month or two on the streets and she quickly lost control, winding herself in the hospital.
When she came out, she was impossibly more screwed up than before. But she picked herself up the way she always had, found her way to a new connection, and in no time she was dealing again. After a few months she’d managed her own routine and her own system, as well as a regular network of clients who referred to her as “Mittens,” because she looked as harmless as a house cat, but she was shady as an alley cat.
Due to recent events, the challenge that would usually be scheduled to begin this Sunday has been cancelled and rescheduled to next Sunday.
Just a PSA on what’s going on:
Yes, Vanessa did just pretty much blow up the Green Wing, it’s very unlikely that anyone in the green wing at that time will come out unscathed, BUT, if you do not want a character that is on the green team to become injured then it is perfectly allowable for you to just claim that they were in a different wing at the time of the bombing, which would mean that while they would know that something happened, they would not be in harms way.