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SCOOBY-DOO (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell

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As Darcy slipped into the chair, he glanced over and shot her a smile before surveilling the rest of the group. At least she was responsive, that was something. He wouldn't expect anything else, despite how little he truly knew of her. It was starting to occur to him that although the group agreed to come together to work towards a common goal, they weren't a team. Far from it, actually. That would have to change, if they all managed to get through their first meeting.

At the question, he turned towards Darcy, smiling quizzically at her pointedness. It was definitely a tactic, no bullshitting around, no fluff. Getting straight to the point. He liked it, but it was definitely going to take some getting used to. "She would babysit my brother sometimes. When I was away at school and my mom worked late, Charlotte would come over and look after him." It was partially one of the reasons Scott decided to move back into his childhood home when he came back. His mom worked too hard and what kind of son would he be if he didn't help take a load off her, especially as a free baby sitter. He wasn't going to mention that though, it wasn't very macho to admit you still lived with your mother as a grown man. Nevermind the circumstances. "He loved hanging out with her, mainly because I think she'd let him watch the scary movies he wasn't allowed to watch." Scott paused for a second, thinking of how sad his brother had been recently. "It's really hit him hard."

There were unvoiced thoughts he had of Charlotte, not things he would say out loud to a group of basically strangers.

Okay, maybe strangers was a bit of a stretch. He knew a few of the faces sitting around him, was even close with a couple. Darcy fell into the first camp. If he truly thought about it, she was like him in some ways. Both were expected to set out and do big things with their lives. Only she had actually achieved it. He may have been a little jealous but he didn't know her well enough to really let that thought fester. All he really knew of her was what Bea had relayed and that was enough for him. She was a friend, even though he was sure they'd never had a deeper conversation than how are you.

No time like the present to learn something new about her, though. "What about you? How'd you know her?"

fact: crushes were stupid.

also a fact: darcy'd had one, once. it was long ago, with multiple degrees secured between when it had ended and the present. it was over, a finite end.

except... she hadn't actually been in a room with scott bishop since she'd graduated from coolsville high at sixteen years old. and even just standing there, vaguely in his presence, there were certain indicators that she wasn't as immune to romantic feelings as she'd believed.

how did that work? barely knowing someone and yet feeling drawn to them anyway? once upon a time, darcy'd developed feelings because he'd been nice to her at a time when others were very much not, a small act of kindness meaning so much that it broke through her defenses. did she know anything about him other than what was reported in the school paper? no! and yet, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach continued during the handful of times they spoke.

but why? and why were the butterflies beginning to flutter their wings yet again (eight years later), when there was zero grounds for the action? it made no sense! darcy was a woman of science, but not of neuroscience or psychology. love (or even just like) was a mystery to her.

which was why seemed so uncertain when, at his clap, she moved to sit in a chair near him. she was at the community center with one goal in mind - finding out what happened to charlotte blackwood - and she would not be derailed from her mission. but deep down, she was fighting to speak up, having traveled back in time to her senior year of high school.

"yes, let's," she started carefully, not bothering to take a moment to say hello first. why was scott there? why did he care? it was time for the q&a portion of the morning. "how do you know charlotte?" present tense. she could be optimistic!

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As she turned the question back on him, Scott had to think. Furrowing his brow, he realised that he didn't really have any theories. Not just yet. He wanted to find Charlotte, thinking of the goal, thinking of the save. He hadn't yet really thought about what had really happened to her. He immediately felt a bit foolish, all the people around him were gathered for the same reason and already had theories brewing. He was falling behind and he didn't like that. So as she was talking, Scott sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he listened intently.

"Kidnapped..." he echoed, building off her thought. He might not have any original ones but Scott was a builder and he could build on her thought. "If she was kidnapped, surely there would be a ransom note right? That's what happens, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically. He was drawing on his deep knowledge of action movies, and maybe that was silly but it's not like young girls went missing in Coolsville all the time. Well, they didn't used to. "The kidnappers send the family a photo or a video with her holding a newspaper asking for millions to be dropped off in a suitcase somewhere sketchy."

Scott considered her point at Charlotte running away, mulling it over, the thought rolling around like a sour lolly in his mouth. She could've run away, but the question followed: what did she have to run away from? He wouldn't ask that. He knew better than anyone that people in this town thought a promising young person, the star of the school, would have nothing negative going on and he knew better than anyone that that wasn't the case. "If she ran away, surely she would tell a friend? Y'know, to avoid all this worrying?"

did she actually have theories as to what had happened to charlotte blackwood? no, not really. thinking it over, maybe her suggestion was more in line with talking through the fact that she was missing. see what everyone knew, and maybe they could come up with some theories together.

but she didn't want to seem like she came to this meeting unprepared, so in a split second decision, dusk decided she was going to act as if she had plenty of theories.

"you don't?" she immediately asked. "i mean, i think the obvious theory is that she was kidnapped." she didn't dare speak the second theory, that charlotte had been murdered. while part of dusk was certain that was actually what happened to the cheerleader, she couldn't get herself to say it out loud. because if it was true, then she'd have to acknowledge that maybe she could have stopped it from happening. and because she wasn't a better person in that moment, inadvertently caused a girls death.

"or, i don't know... has anyone considered maybe she ran away?"

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where: the coolsville community center who: scott bishop and open

Scott had woken up that morning for the first time in a while with a sense of invigoration. For the first time in a couple of weeks (hell, a couple of years), he felt good about the day. It offered something that wasn't the same monotonous thing. As he made his breakfast, dished up a plate for his younger brother (who knew fourteen year old boys could eat so much), he was buzzing. It would be too much to say he was excited, especially in the climate of the last two weeks with Charlotte missing but Scott couldn't help it. He'd even brought snacks.

Those same snacks were laid out in the middle of a lone table in the community centre, only touched by him. Wasn't hard to do when there was hardly anyone in the room. He had been the second person to arrive, glad to know he'd gotten the right place at least. A few other people had trickled in since but the group seemed to be milling about in silence. The awkwardness just wasn't something Scott could deal with.

Giving a loud clap to get everyone's attention, he leaned back in his chair. "Should we get this show on the road?" he asked before really noticing how many empty chairs there were. Maybe not.

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Having gotten to the community centre early, it gave Scott the opportunity to sus out who was actually included in this little group that they were creating. He recognised faces, even some names, but when the blonde girl slipped through the doors and sat a couple of seats down from him, he drew a blank. Had he met her before? Surely not. Maybe? He really didn't know. She looked familiar but in a passing way.

At her question, he shrugged. How exactly did a vigilante ragtag mystery solving gang work? Surely, like any other team. And every team member needed to find common ground with their teammates. "You've got theories already?" he asked, feeling a bit underprepared. He hadn't though of theories. If Scott was being honest, he still couldn't believe something like this could happen in little old Coolsville. All he'd brought to the meeting were some snacks, like the box of donuts he had already picked over. "Whatcha got?"

where. the coolsville community center who. dusk morgan & anyone [1/4]

ever since it was revealed that charlotte blackwood had never returned home one night, dusk hasn't been able to sleep soundly through the night. in fact, it seems every day that charlotte has remained missing, dusk's dreams have become even more dark and disturbing.

if you asked her about it, or why she was wearing sunglasses inside during the morning hours, she'd brush you off with some lie about being hungover. because there is no way in hell she'd offer up the information that she's become a partial insomniac due to reoccurring, guilt ridden, dreams.

parking the second hand car in an open spot, she grabbed her bag and headed inside the community center. not bothering to lock the doors. what was the point? there was nothing to steal, and up until two weeks ago she was pretty certain petty theft was even too hardcore for coolsville.

it seemed she wasn't the first or the last to arrive at the agreed upon meeting place. all of three curt smiles given to the members of the group she knew (and ignoring the rest), dusk found a spot that seemed to be empty. "anyone sitting here?" she called out into the room, waiting only a handful of second before taking the seat. her feet immediately came up to the edge of the chair as she partially perched, ready for anything, it seemed.

turning to the closest person nearby, dusk asked, "so uh... how is this supposed to begin? are we all just throwing theories out, or?"

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SEX EDUCATION (2019 – )

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Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed (2004) dir. Raja Gosnell

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Welcome to Coolsville, the best little small town in Ohio.

…except for right now, but that’s not really SCOTT BISHOP’S (MASON GOODING) fault, is it? Known as the THE LEADER around town, HE is just your friendly neighborhood HARDWARE STORE EMPLOYEE. Sure they can be PROUD and OBLIVIOUS, but they can also be SUPPORTIVE and CHARISMATIC just like any other TWENTY FOUR year old. That doesn’t mean they have anything to do with our string of recent chilling events, though… right?

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B A S I C S

full name: scott bishop

age: twenty four

date of birth: tba.

zodiac: tba.

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/his

sexual orientation: heterosexual - hasn't ever really thought about exploring or challenging that

M O R E

family: mother, younger brother, father (deceased) - names tba

birthplace: coolsville, ohio

appearance: 6'2", muscular build, short hair, killer smile

job: works at the local hardware store, ready to help you with all your diy needs and home projects. his father used to own it and scott is using it to pass the time. he likes tools, enjoys fixing things but isn't sure he has a passion for it

education: bachelor of business

phobias: tba.

guilty pleasures: tba.

relationship status: single

P E R S O N A L I T Y

morality alignment: neutral good, leaning heavily towards chaotic

habits: will drum his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck when driving, thinks that he can do anything successfully first time trying it, tba.

likes: tba.

dislikes: tba.

tropes: tba.

reference characters: fred jones (scooby doo), ned nickerson (cw's nancy drew), clark kent (smallville), jackson marchetti (sex education), wally clark (school spirits), derek morgan (criminal minds)

H E A D C A N O N S

Scott Bishop was your average, happy kid growing up in Coolsville. His parents had lived there and their parents before them, and so on and so forth. Coolsville ran through Scott’s veins and he never had an issue with it. He knew its streets like the back of his hand, and could probably navigate it blind if asked. He had an average, run of the mill childhood - nothing to complain about. Loving parents who cared for him and only ever argued if someone forgot to buy milk or the little things. They weren’t an affluent family by any means but they were comfortable. When Scott was 10, his parents surprised him with the arrival of a baby brother. If you asked them, they were pretty surprised too. 

Scott tried his hardest to be the best big brother imaginable. He helped his father build a new cot, organised toys the baby could play with (even though a newborn is far too young to play with Hot Wheels). As the years have progressed on, Scott has liked to think he’s done a good job at being an older brother, at being a good role model. He was always the shining star, surely that was a good example for his little brother.

When Scott was 15, his father passed away in an accident, and suddenly Scott had to step up. His entire world changed. In the aftermath, he tried to help his mother by shouldering some of the responsibility, becoming the man of the house. He got a job to help with the bills around the house - his mother’s weekly pay as a nurse was decent but not enough to cover bills and feed two young boys. Coincidentally, the job that he got was one at the hardware store his dad had owned. The family had sold it after the accident and the new owner offered Scott a part time job. He supposed it was their way of trying to help his family out.

In fact, Scott found a lot of support from the town in the wake of his father’s death. It gave him an appreciation for the little town he called home. 

Throughout school, he was very involved. Getting onto the football team led him to a road of popularity which was only helped with his easy going nature. That popularity only helped him when he campaigned to be Class President - who could resist that smile? It didn’t hurt that he had some decent ideas. Those leadership qualities only helped him become football captain which in turn secured the prom king title. He would like to say he worked hard for all his titles but in reality he didn’t do much. It was easy to skate by on charm and a smile and a few smart lines. However, that success did go to his head quite a bit.

He would like to think he was never just handed anything, but he did coast. He supposes that lack of drive is the reason he never really found out what he was passionate about. He was good at a lot but he never really knew what drove him. Sure, football was great and it helped him get into university but did he really want to do that the rest of his life? Did he really want it to be his shining moment in life, the peak of his existence that he’ll still bring up when he’s 50 and nothing else going for him? He prefers not to think about it honestly. 

Scott went to university where he studied business. Not passionate about it in the slightest but he had to do something and it was broad enough. He spent his university years partying and flirting and studying a little - he still wanted to do his parents proud.

Upon graduation, he moved back to Coolsville and… went back to working at the hardware store. Scott is telling himself that it’s just a transition period and that he’ll be up and out of there in no time. He just has to figure it out. And he’s using it as an excuse to help his mom. She tells him she doesn’t need the help, she’s doing fine but she goes along with it. She doesn’t want to rip the safety blanket from him just yet.

It was only natural that Scott would help with the search for Charlotte. He could only imagine if it was his little brother that went missing: he would tear up the streets just to find him. Not only that, but Coolsville was home and its people were family. They did so much to help him and his family after his dad’s death. The least he could do is return the favour and help.

He would never admit this to anyone, but the search and joining a team has given Scott a sense of excitement. What has happened is horrible and he wouldn’t wish it on anyone but this is what he needed - something to light the fire under his ass, to give him a sense of purpose again. He no longer feels stuck in a rut - and he’s really unsure about what that says about him.

Despite being in his rut, he does still hold obnoxious tendencies. He doesn’t mean to, but after being treated like some type of royalty, he does tend to think he’s usually right. He will listen - sometimes the greatest plays can come from the most unlikely of benchwarmers, but his pride can get in the way.

Scott is a pretty decent chef - he’s not going to be working in a Michelin star restaurant any time soon but he can make a mean grilled cheese. He’s had a lot of practice, cooking for him and his brother while their mother worked a night shift at the hospital.

One of his most prized possessions is his red pick up truck. It’s aging a little but Scott likes to take good care of it - it’s done him well. It carried his possessions back and forth from uni, carried his friends back and forth from parties and it holds a lot of tools. Y’know, for whatever situation you need tools for.

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